Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Born Identity
Happy Birthday to me! I got snow for my birthday!
It might not be a big deal for some, but this is only the second time in my life, with the exception of a light dusting late on the night of my 21st birthday. As a March baby on the East coast, I usually get rain.
With the traveling last weekend and this weekend, I almost forgot when the actual day was (it’s today!) but all is well. And it’s so loverly to get wishes, prezzies, and love from people who remember better than I myself do. Charles drew me a bunny, and Erik made me a whole tiny photo album staring the baby animals of cuteoverload.com. Mike taking me to Puerto Rico is none to shabby neither. Snow and sunshine, pretty nice! I’m bringing a stunt kite to fly in the winds of Old San Juan.
On my trip to Naples this past weekend, my mom treated me to the most awesome dress, almost a pinafore, of perfect colors and great design. She also took me to a giant craft store where I splurged in fabrics, finishings, and supplies, which she rounded out with crochet lessons and a starter kit of all the little notions. My dad made me a card from one of his recent infrared photos of an oasis in Death Valley (how perfect?), and my grandmother and aunts continue to spoil me on behalf of my #1 grandchild status.
From myself, I took advantage of my more clear schedule and signed up for classes at the School of Burlesque to study with the greats. My first class is Stage Presense and Deportment, taught on St. Patrick’s Day by special guest Dirty Martini. My mother got me a green boa (just for fun, before I signed up at the school) and with that, the magic of life and chance continue. She was a tad concerned when I first told her about the classes, but after talking to her girlfriends over cards, she feels better, so that’s good. Friends are always good for perspective.
Susan got me thinking about the cold and how nice it is to stay in bed. I told her I wished bundling were still in vogue. What’s bundling you ask? (ok, she asked)
“bundling is how people used to court and hang out when it was deathly cold in New England and they were still living in drafty Robert Frost times. It was too cold to even get out of bed so people would get back in bed fully dressed, and cocoon themselves in blankets while they sat together and chatted, ate, knitted, whatever. This way they could stay warm, socialize, and maintain decorum. part of the whole “was walt whitman gay?” argument saga is that sure, walt whitman did literally sleep with men on occassion, but it was customary to put people in bed together, especially at inns and on trains, and it was considered more seemly to have folks of the same sex bundled in bed together.
The ‘truths’ of walt’s poetry are a little harder to pinpoint.
i really need to just be an english teacher.”
I wish I could bundle and chat with people today while it snowed outside, but instead I’m gonna work like normal and do some podcasts of chefs recipes and restaurant and spa openings… until later. fun stuff!
[update] Bad joke of the day: if my friend Anna gets me a card, is it an annagram? I love the mcsweeneys (links to “I Can’t Remember What It’s Called When You Mix Up the Letters in a Word to Form a New Word.” by Dan Kennedy)
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