Dream: Jon Stewart on a motorcycle

YN thinks Jon Stewart is way sexier than Steven Colbert, so of course I had a dream about Stewart last night. He took me for a ride on his Harley and we were very snug on the seat.

Me and Thom Yorke are hittin' the Radio Shack

In my dream, I came up with this great idea to rebuild a record player. I would glue audio tape to a disc in a spiral shape. Then I would put a tape head into the needle arm. Thom Yorke (who speaks a little Icelandic and once helped the guys in Sigur Ros hold a benefit for a park) thought this was an awesome idea and wanted to help me.

Consigned to Anxiety

I dropped some stuff off at a consignment store for the first time today. How nerve-wracking! It's like high school: Will they like my clothes? Is this too dorky? Am I a loser? She took a few things and I can see how the rest was not their thing or was too boring.

Lessons learned: Just try it--it's their business to look at stuff all day long and say yes or no. And don't buy stuff unless I love it and will wear it always. Like those new Fellowship Fleuvogs. Beeyooteeful.

Confusing Dream about TC Boyle

I was at a friend's house and she had invited TC Boyle over after dinner. She wasn't around when he came and I had to handle introductions myself. What do I call him? T? TC?

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Boyle. I really enjoy your books."

"Oh, I don't do all that famous author stuff in my everyday life."

Oh, okay. "Well, I just wanted to say I am looking forward to your new one."

Still wondering what to call him. I guess Mr. Boyle.

Anyway, in this waking world, I really am looking forward to reading his latest, The Women, about Frank Lloyd Wright. Boyle always gets his authorial claws in me, a rare truly immersive reading experience. The situations he describes are both totally believable and totally new. His historical novels strike the right balance between thorough research and living breathing characters. 

Puzzler: Small Amounts

Put in order from smallest to largest:

a tad

a bit

a skosh

a smidge

Stream of Consciousness Eavesdropping

Lunch at the Thai restaurant, four people at the table next to ours. 

Topic 1: dogsledding

Woman: You say "Hush! Hush!"

Man: It's "Mush! Mush!"

Topic 2: hushpuppies

Man: Have you ever had a hushpuppy? They are so good.

Other men: yes,  yes, very good

Topic 3: Slush Puppies

Woman: I used to work in a 7-11. I knew all the Hush Puppy flavors.

I think the curry went to their heads. Or maybe mine.

All Songs Considered 2/2/09

Boy, what a stinky episode. Are my ears broken and grumpy or was that a practical joke? Someone please tell me why you enjoy The Decemberists. I don't get it and I seriously would like to know what other people hear in them. I skipped through every song, which was a big time-saver but not optimistic-making for this new year of music.

Am I a sucker?

Just got an email from The New Yorker: The big DVD set of all their issues for only $19.99! How could I pass it up? Will I read all of them? I'll have to print them all out and save it for when the power is out.

Flashback: Sons of Norway Building, Minneapolis

In the front room, playing Play-doh, and all of a sudden I'm in front of the Sons of Norway Building in Minneapolis. I don't even remember exactly where it is. By a grocery store? 

A Sweet Dream about Stephen Colbert

I had a dream about Stephen Colbert last night, and I am talking about one of those dreams. He was so sweet with that shy and knowing smile, even when he pushed me up against the wall. Then my dad came in because his flight was delayed. So I had to introduce Stephen to my dad. Dad thought he was on Saturday Night Live.

This dream stayed with me all morning and I was missing him until I watched the latest episodes.

Found: Poems; Describe to claim

Dreamline:

The marriage of sky and snow

In between:

A Christmas tree decorated with chickadees.

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Snow Angel

The sound of snow on snow...

as soft as owl's breath.

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Scarf on the wind.

Blue cap.

Red scarf.

This flag of snow.

This banner of joy.