five questions from writer00

1. Top five desert island books.

Bhudda of Suburbia, by Hanif Kurieshi (sp?)
A Prayer For Owen Meany (I forget the author)
The Complete Sherlock Holmes
The Mahabhrata, translated by William Buck
The House on Pooh Corner, AA Milne.

2. Which actress would you most want to sleep with?

Anna Paquin. I can only imagine the pillow talk afterward.

3. You are on a date with someone you are really attracted to. She asks you, "What would your closest friends most want to warn me about you?" What do you answer?

Ha! That's easy. Angel would just tell her, "Run. Run now."

4. Reincarnation choice: Rich Indian woman, or poor white man?

Indian woman in India? Never. And I'm already a poor white man, practically. Trick question!

5. If you could have dual citizenship with any other country (other than India), which country would it be, and why?

Hrm. I'm tempted to say Germany, but that's just because grrremlinski talks about it like she's spastic with love. I'm pretty happy here in the States, truth be told.


If you haven't seen this meme by now, you haven't been paying attention. Ask me 5, or ask me to ask you 5.

frightening efficiency

One of the great things about guests is that you can leverage them against yourself. "Someone's coming?! I'd best make my place look it's spiffiest."

I was supposed to shoot Unpaintable Canvas again tonight, but she was on the rag and didn't feel up to it. Instead, she helped me clean up my apartment in preparation for Roo's upcoming visit. We got a ton done, and now all I have left to do is:
( To Do List )

Granted, a lot of that stuff doesn't HAVE to be done, but I want it done, I want her to see my place that much closer to the way I want it to eventually be.

Roo and I talked again last night. ( Read more... )

We spent a good deal of time talking about Christine, too, how I feel that her refusal to even speak to me is an insult to the decade we spent together. "Of course she misses you," Roo said. "She hasn't said anything, and it's Christine, so I'll never see it, but I know she misses you. How could she not? I think she just feels like she can't talk to you, like she couldn't do it without being angry."

I told her it was cold comfort, and thought about all the women I've loved whom I'm no longer speaking to. Cheryl, Andrea, AD and all the other, lesser lovers. The only lover I've ever managed to keep in contact with, I only dated for a week.

While UC and I were cleaning, I found a box marked Amul's College Love Letters. I haven't opened it in over a decade. But I know that somewhere in there is a postcard, on which is scrawled, "When you care enough to send the very least, send a postcard."

I don't really know what that has to do with anything.

ziggy sighting

Zig posted in her livejournal.

I ache to call her, but I know I'm not ready yet. Still too angry at her words, too ashamed of my own.

can't sleep, deadlines will eat me

To the HSTV guys, a quick apology for storming in and storming off like that. I've got so much to do in the next two weeks that sitting still just felt....unnatural.

Peter and I met with the bar owner where the fetish night will be held at. It's wild and strange, discussing projects with Peter. He brings up ideas, and I keep finding myself saying things like, "I know somebody who could help with that! Let's give him a call."

Exactly when did I find time to make all these connections? My gods, it's like I've been living here and meeting people, all this time.

Peter and I talked for quite a bit afterward, and glorious though the ideas are, they totally put me behind schedule. The same weekend Roo is visiting, we'll be projecting my photos during an after-hours night @ The Blue Moon. No Neo for me, that weekend. I doubt Roo would like the crowd, anyway. I also need to find time to design the equipment we'll be building for the night.

( To Do List )

I'm glad I put the curtains up, and the shelves are going to look really swank, with all those antique cameras there. *sigh* I need to invite people over more often.

okay, I sleep now.