A Treasure Found at Home

i worked from home today because i’m feeling poorly. my cat loves it and is currently curled up in a ball next to my leg snoring. too bad my camera is in the other room. i’d wake him if i got up to fetch it, so i’m not even going to try.

it’s amazing how much a girl can find out about the world while sitting in her bed. i actually am working, too, but it’s a long repetitive task i’m working on currently so i’m inclined to take some breaks. it means i’ll have to work a little later tonight to get this one thing done, but i’d rather do it this way.

points of interest (to me, maybe to you):

• i’m firming up dates for my show; looks like may. that’s great for me cause i can use that time to do some things specifically for the show. i’ve got *ideas*; we’ll see how much comes to fruition.
• I’m a Jewish atheist who has read and written many a plus-sign and not once have I felt oppressed by the Christian overtones of mathematical notation.
• i installed skype! if you have an account, send me your name-o. i also discovered my computer *does* have a built in microphone. that makes things easy. now if i can only rig up an easy way for the webcam to work with the laptop, i’d be set. i need a clip on cameraholding shelf or something.
• portlanders don’t know how to drive on ice, apparently.
• the cat empire will be playing in sf at the independent on jan 31. i haven’t heard them yet, but hamster_grrl has been talking about them since her goat gig in australia last our winter their summer. i hope to go, but it is a wednesday. i have to talk myself into it.

the culling is calling to me again. but the call to be warm is overpowering and i tend to stay wrapped up in blankets while i’m at home instead of taking boxes/bags of stuff to my car for ootc. < -- beware, the music is bad, but blessedly brief. i just think i would be more active if i lived somewhere warmer, but i the urge to leave sf is still small. i mean, i'm still house hunting here even if that is taking forever and a day. i can't help but get a little wistful when i see a sun dress, though. plus, i wonder if the men would have more courage somewhere else. a friend of mine was commiserating with me about a guy she knows who says he's interested in her but never calls or sends email or ... just talks to her when they're both over visiting mutual friends or at the same event. what's with that? anyone, anyone?

now i'm babbling and that's never pretty.

things i’m grateful for: