vampyroteuthis

he rocks the south park avatar and he wants to learn the cookin’ ways of ethiopian cuisine … what’s not to like?
{{ and so much more! }}

Clearly an intelligent person to embrace a combination of humor and darkness. The only way to live as far as I’m concerned…

As if there was a dreamier mad scientist?! Sigh …

I bought my first home in 2/2005—a beautiful and ugly two story 1950 suburban cracker-box

I got to work in my own dirt all this summer, learning that lillies and gladiolus don’t work on the south side of the house and that my soil is far too rocky to grow edible veggies … next year comes the raised garden and composting

I worked way way way too much—the last of that, thank you very much

I saw my way way way too much working bring about clients 3, 4 and 5—one in Australia, one in Philadelphia and one in Detroit

I finally got my foot in the door with object oriented programming—hooray, I get it! I get it!

I learned how to use ajax and better, cleaner DHTML

I went an entire month without smoking & drinking

I stopped being 30! Yay!

I had nearly every good friend I know visit me in my new house.

I became much better friends with people who I love

I learned to like Sisters of Mercy { yes, I still mock ‘hey now, hey brown cow’ }

I started using watercolors instead of oil paints { less time, more vibrant results }

I got recognition of my work from Shaye St. John and the fellows who wrote the biography of Marquesa Louisa Casati.

I finally caved in and consumed ‘El Topo’—goddammit, Jodorowsky, I’m running out of stuffs here—I can rewatch Holy Mountain over and over, but god, would it kill you to make another movie?

I went to Seattle for a fantastic vacation with me madre and me Rhena.

I planted allium, lillies, tulips, poppies, hydrangea, ferns, iris and those damn gladiolus again. Let’s go, Spring 2006!

I put a very crooked retaining wall in my back yard … which will hopefully be filled with groundcover and hostas next summer.

I did not talk to my enemies all year.

I think I lost weight, but I won’t know until I go to the doctor again { fuck scales }

I chopped off a three-year grow of hair. And, damn, it felt good.

I saw Calla, Celebration, Bauhaus, Slim Cessna’s Auto Club, Rick Russo & The Sob Sisters play live. I hope to see more shows in the months to come.

I went to IKEA in Boston!

I got to eat a wonderful Chipotle’s barbacoa burrito in the University district of Seattle in July!

I did not meet any new people.
I put a lot of faces with names, though.

I wrote real letters on paper and sent them to friends in Denver and L.A. and England.

I went to a Red Sox game.

My husband’s band released a great live album and he completed a lot of work on an excellent new side project { and made a lot of awesome songs for another side project with a good friend }

I take back that meeting new people: I met some excellent people associated with husband’s band who rocked and were total fucking rock stars { sick, drunk and yelling at baggage handlers about the value of their instruments—oblivious on sleep deprivation, the whole scene was amazing; one of the best nights I’ve had in years; thanks, Shane; and not to discount the amazing coolness and professionality of Stephen—I am so astounded, sir }

I walked more in Forest Hills than I thought I would. And ran more than I thought possible. Wait, sorry, JOGGED. I don’t RUN. I’m too fat and slow for that …. right?

I bought a really good { though not ideal } handbag and boots I had lusted after on Fluevog’s site for years.

I ate delicious ethiopian, chinese, indian, mexican, vietnamese, italian, armenian, russian, thai, japanese and good ol’ American soul food.

I took a tour of a Masonic lodge.

I went to Salem, Beverly, Gloucester, Boston, MA and Providence, RI. And Seattle, and Whidbey Island, WA.

I donated money to NPR.

I was happy.