Hollywood Here We Come
Just letting the world know that Lauren brought her wigs to LA. Just in case.
For a recap of the trip from Jackson (pics included), click here.
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Only Women Wear Long Hair
Bizarre day.
Started early. 4am. The smoke detector fire alarm system spit the dummy. Word from the alarm people is that there are "critters" chewing on wires and causing trouble.
Thought about sustainable linoleum.
Drank green tea, which is a way more manageable drug for me than coffee.
Ate a vegetarian turkey sandwich. Wondered if it might have been tofurkey, which would have been awesome.
Remembered how glad I am that one of the Carrot Project investors is a lawyer.
Wrote an unplanned blog post. Enjoyed the spontaneity of it. But feel a little bit sad that I wasn't able to keep my favorite thought in tact. So I'm reconnecting it here into its original four sentence form. Out of context, of course.
While we're tiny and experimental and close to zero cost. Which we are right now. And maybe will be forever. If we're good.
Hung out just my mother, my father, my sister, and me. Which never happens. Divorce, geography, work, and omnipresent (and welcome) cousins make it difficult. Talked about what a pain in the ass little kid I was.
Talked to Australia. Heard fish stories and jokes. Remembered the sounds of freediving on the Reef.
Looked for a good picture from my last trip to Oz. Wanted to post it here and write a story. Found a poem instead. Might post it someday. Not tonight.
Started listening to The Who. Think I might need a tattoo. Because I'm sleepy and delusional and amused at the fact that I started this post with the word bizarre. Amused and maybe a little bit proud.
Tattoo is track 4 on Live at Leeds.
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Almost Washed My Hair
When I'm in a shower with multiple shampoos, I like to make my decision based on the kinds of hair the shampoos are designed to clean.
I rarely use shampoos for color treated hair. I stay away from curl tamers. A focus on dry hair is good, as is a focus on damaged; I figure those shampoos have healing properties, and whether my hair is dry or damaged or not, only good things can come from aloe and moisturizers.
Just took a shower at a friend's house here in Seattle. She has a shampoo for unruly hair. I wasn't sure what to do about that. I mean there's no question that my hair is unruly. The question is whether I like it that way.
I rarely use shampoos for color treated hair. I stay away from curl tamers. A focus on dry hair is good, as is a focus on damaged; I figure those shampoos have healing properties, and whether my hair is dry or damaged or not, only good things can come from aloe and moisturizers.
Just took a shower at a friend's house here in Seattle. She has a shampoo for unruly hair. I wasn't sure what to do about that. I mean there's no question that my hair is unruly. The question is whether I like it that way.
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A Short Pronunciation Lesson
Micaela the intern is a superstar.
She was telling me a story involving party decoration scissors, Barbies, bangs, and 10 year old girls cutting each other's hair, and she demonstrated that she pronounces forehead the way it ought to be pronounced. Phonetically counterintuitively. FARHEAD.
Excited to learn this, I asked how she pronounced Laurie, my mother's first name.
I was significantly less impressed.
LOORIE.
Wrong. It's LAHRIE. Like FARHEAD. Like ARNGE.
She was skeptical, so I used the logic I've always used to explain, logic that actually makes very little sense but sometimes tricks people into considering the LAHRIE possibility.
P. A. U. L., I said. Blank McCartney. Is it POOL? No. It's PAHL. Like LAHRIE. Like FARHEAD. Like ARNGE. End of argument.
Micaela paused. What about D. R. A. W. E. R., she asked.
DROOR, I said. Like LOORIE. Like FOORHEAD.
Nope, she said. DRAH.
Brilliant.
She was telling me a story involving party decoration scissors, Barbies, bangs, and 10 year old girls cutting each other's hair, and she demonstrated that she pronounces forehead the way it ought to be pronounced. Phonetically counterintuitively. FARHEAD.
Excited to learn this, I asked how she pronounced Laurie, my mother's first name.
I was significantly less impressed.
LOORIE.
Wrong. It's LAHRIE. Like FARHEAD. Like ARNGE.
She was skeptical, so I used the logic I've always used to explain, logic that actually makes very little sense but sometimes tricks people into considering the LAHRIE possibility.
P. A. U. L., I said. Blank McCartney. Is it POOL? No. It's PAHL. Like LAHRIE. Like FARHEAD. Like ARNGE. End of argument.
Micaela paused. What about D. R. A. W. E. R., she asked.
DROOR, I said. Like LOORIE. Like FOORHEAD.
Nope, she said. DRAH.
Brilliant.
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Celebrity Gossip at The Hub
Cruised up the stairs to the room where I live in my grandfather's house after a week away, and it had been hijacked.
As had the bathroom next door.
As had the bathroom with the working shower downstairs.
As had the kitchen cabinets.
This place gets a bit crowded in August. Nineteen grandchildren. One central location. The hub, if you will. If anyone's going to college or going abroad or coming back to the States, she stops at Mimi and Hal's and plays for a few days.
And, sometimes, if the rest of us are lucky, she brings home celebrity gossip magazines and leaves them next to the toilet.
Read a bit about Counting Crows and Adam Duritz tonight. Dude claims he never really recognized himself in the mirror until he got dreadlocks.
Suspect comment for sure. And, sometimes, a suspect band.
Not with this song, however. Never with A Murder of One.
As had the bathroom next door.
As had the bathroom with the working shower downstairs.
As had the kitchen cabinets.
This place gets a bit crowded in August. Nineteen grandchildren. One central location. The hub, if you will. If anyone's going to college or going abroad or coming back to the States, she stops at Mimi and Hal's and plays for a few days.
And, sometimes, if the rest of us are lucky, she brings home celebrity gossip magazines and leaves them next to the toilet.
Read a bit about Counting Crows and Adam Duritz tonight. Dude claims he never really recognized himself in the mirror until he got dreadlocks.
Suspect comment for sure. And, sometimes, a suspect band.
Not with this song, however. Never with A Murder of One.
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