Currently Making Me Happy - Tuesday 10/10/2006

Le Pop 3! It’s this collection of upbeat French pop tunes that was playing the last time I was in Hear Music in Santa Monica.

I love vocals, but when I’m writing or working I sometimes find them a little too distracting in my own language. So I opt for cds like this or Loteria de la Cumbia Lounge by Charanga Cakewalk.

I think these are happy songs. But you know, they could be talking about stalking each other or serial killings, for all I know.

My undertanding of French is decidedly—sparse. I am fairly certain that one song (“Un Homme a la Mer”) is about a man of the sea. There’s the one that I think has something to do with something small or a bakery. One of the singers seems to be very happy about white wine. And there’s one about—I’m pretty sure—diuretics and aikido.

Those French. So original.

Released 5 more books on Bookcrossing

It gave me a huge rush to go to the coffee house and scatter books around. They are on outside tables and newspaper racks where people will see them.

This makes me happy.

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The Insomnia Must Stop - Monday 10/9/2006

I woke up at 2 a.m. Sunday morning and went and wrote for about an hour. Might have come up with my NaNoWriMo concept. Seemed like a good thing. Went back to sleep until about 7:30.

This morning. Boom. Awake at 2 o'clock again. There will be no sleeping until 7:30 on Monday for this worker bee. Maybe it's just the idea that the alarm is going to go off at 4 o'clock. I want to get back to sleep. So this morning I read, thinking I'd fall asleep. I may have for brief intervals, but the book I'm reading Lighthousekeeping by Jeanette Winterson, is really good.

Anyway, I got out of bed in a huff and decided to take matters into my own hands. I showered and got ready, and drove on down to the Bob's Big Boy across the street from where I work. Where a nice man served me oatmeal and coffee, and I worked on the rough draft of an essay or article (yet to be determined) from 5:30-6:30 before ambling across the street to my office.

So I have done my writing for today and can merrily run errands and maybe get to bed early...which may only mean that I wake at 2 a.m. again. Sigh.

Oh. Right. The photo.

This is the wall of photographs of old Burbank scenes and celebs next to where I sat this morning.

My Mountain - Sunday 10/8/2006

Hydra’s is the one behind our house. This one is mine.

We seldom get to the top of it because—ahem—it is taller than Hydra’s.

This shot is taken from the door of the camper, where we store it in a lot on the edge of our neighborhood. I went down to tape the new license plate into the back window, since the plate and the holder went missing at some unknown point. (Also the reason for the DMV visit Friday.)

Took down some extra bedding for Mom, who’ll be joining us camping next time! (Note to self: must remember to take down a towel for her.)

Friday Traffic - 10/6/2006

I even left work early in order to run an errand. Had to go to the DMV.

On the rare occasions that I get through here without waiting, I feel like I’ve had a little memory lapse. Hey, what happened? How’d I get to the 14 so fast?

This one’s for socalifer!

Hydra's Bruise - Thursday 10/5/2006

It’s arguably my fault, since I left the iron on the edge of the washing machine because I didn’t want to put it away hot. Waah.

He knocked into it (cold, a day later) and in trying to catch it, got this nasty bruise on his picking hand. (Guitar picking, that is.)