Recently:
-- Stumbled across a broadcast of the final episode of Twin Peaks. Still one of the creepiest hours of television ever made (IMHO, that is -- and since it was not intended to be the final episode when it was made, a depressing last look at a great main character, dumped into dire shit and left there). A few nights later, stumbled across the very first episode of same show. Reminded me all over again why it caused such commotion in its very first run. Killer television.
-- Stumbled across a documentary I'd long heard about, Born In Brothels. Found myself immediately sucked in. Found tears sliding down my silly face.
-- A friend, just back from a month in Ohio working to prevent the kind of massive election fraud that torpedoed the 2004 presidential election, just took off to work with the recount in Minnesota. I warned her that if she chose to go ahead with this, she'd be leaving herself open to being called Dr. Frankenrecount by insensitive friends. She ignored my gentle counsel, I look forward to using her new nickname as often as possible.
-- Winter has settled into this part of the world, flurries and snow showers already normal, temperatures skidding way south of the freezing mark. Has me thinking wistfully of days spent in t-shirts, with no need for thermals or heavy coats -- just two short months ago. (Sniffle.)
-- Two nights in a row, had vivid, interesting dreams.
Dream No. 1: not sure what in hell was going on to start with. Me maybe belonging to some sort of big social collective or a strange, semi-genteel fight club or something. Have vague recollections of one or two matches with other... group particpants. Me apparently coming out on top. (Pause for self-satisfied smirk.) Bringing me to the part I do remember: me in a long rectangular indoor space, kind of a blend of a diner/company cafeteria/club kinda thing, broken down into smaller areas with booths and waist-high dividing walls. Me standing in one of those sub-spaces, a booth on one side with a couple of guys sitting in it, vending machines on the other side. An older, taller male with a clipboard appears putting me on immediate notice for my next match. My opponent: a guy a foot taller than me, big, bald, muscular. Me not concerned about any of that, adopting the stance of someone ready to get into it. Which is when I woke up.
Dream No. 2: once more, not sure what in hell was going on to start with. What I remember: being with a sweet, attractive, slightly plump woman who wore a top that featured a low, low neckline, exhibiting... a lovely, impressive expanse. Lovely and impressive enough that I told her she had some of the most beautiful cleavage I'd ever seen. (A sincere compliment, filthy minds -- not a comment with smutty intent.) Provoking a blush that spread across her cheeks, down her throat and across her chest. Which is when I woke up.
Both nights, turned on the light, got up, made the hike to the loo. When I slipped back between the sheets, the dreams had faded. I drifted back off to sleep, slipped into other, less vivid, less memorable adventures.
España, te echo de menos
rws 8:17 PM [+]
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It was nice to stumble accidently into another Vermonters blog. Love the photo's, although it's pretty hard not to get a great photo with the landscapes we get to enjoy daily! Sure is cold today but it's time to get use to it.
jk
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jk
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I can remember friends holding cherry pie parties on Twin Peaks nights. Come to think of it, I was never invited to one, so I guess they weren't friends after all.
jk: thanks for stopping by. and yes it is cold. have to get used to it whether we want to or not.
mad: i would have invited you, dude. seriously, what a great idea for a party.
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mad: i would have invited you, dude. seriously, what a great idea for a party.