Saturday, August 15, 2009

Got into the bathtub and with my wet hands smeared the precise prose. Sentences like "Home is where somebody notices when you are no longer there," make my heart beat faster, make my blood feel warmer, fill me with appreciative awe.

Spent the morning with a brie and carmelized onion scone and a cup of Stumptown (both free thanks to generous folks) and Michelle Tea's fascinating study of Beth Ditto at fashion week. The quiet life of a dilettante continues.