Notes from above ground

Sometimes, I stay up too late reading existentialist philosophy. I'm not claiming that's a good thing.

Yesterday, I realized how much I live in California when I attended an open house workshop at a place called the Breema Center. There, they practice Breema, which is a sort of healing bodywork. It is based on the Nine Principles for Harmonious Life. Don't ask me what those are exactly.

Once, my father accused me of having Proustian sentence structure. Was that for my own good, or just 'cause he's a big jerk?

My favorite chicken Debra recently emailed me a rather large collection of mullet haikus. My favorite was this one, which I believe she may have penned herself:

Oh, slammin mullets
Second only to rat tails
Rock my trailer park

Non-blogging

Hello. Why have I become a non-blogger of late? I am not sure. It's not like I've been all that busy. But here's what I have been doing: I acted in an indy film as a 1950s cocktail waitress. Yeah! I made a bunch of headbands. I got to see my dear friend Alli for a couple days. I cleaned the house and watered the garden. I am taking a class entitled "Discover Your Life Purpose" and I am still trying to discover my life purpose. Today I assisted at a shoot, taking many headshots at a video game software company. It was laid back and easy and I got a free cookie and a free apple out of the deal. Now Cale is home. I am going to greet him. Yippee!

About the hottest thing

These baby birds live in a planter on a very busy corner in North Beach. They were spotted on the way to eating thai food with my lovely family-to-be. The mom bird was bringing food to them, and that was good, 'cause they were hungry and they were saying so. With their tufty heads and loud little beaks, they were just about the hottest darn thing I ever done seen.