Tuesday, August 18, 2009

these little embers


I wonder what it would be like to be a beetle, trundling around.
But really. Maybe there's something really fabulous about being a beetle, and we just don't know it.

We might be seriously missing out, people.


Today I was on a bike ride with my very out of shape puppy and it started raining. Not LA misty sad-excuse-for-rain, but real, fat, sloppy droplets. I thought about it and it occured to me that I hadn't actually been outside, getting wet, caught in the rain since a very memorable moment around this time last summer.

I kept biking, occasionally opening my mouth for raindrops and getting very happily wet.

Now I will probably catch a cold. But playing in the rain? Worth it.




A lot of people name their dog Buddy. But has anyone ever named their dog Pal? I kinda like it.




I love the paint section of hardware stores. They make me so happy. The little strips with all the colors on them? I love looking through them and picking my favorite shades. My future house will be a shitshow of color, but I don't care, because I can't think of anything that would make me happier than having a kitchen bathed in Rise N Shine and a living room in deep Rhododendron. And Rum Sunrise for the outside, perhaps?
There are some really awesome jobs out there. Picking songs for movie soundtracks. Taste testing. Picking the names for paint colors is one of those really awesome careers where you don't care if you live in a cardboard box...because your job is ridiculously awesome.
Anyone know how to get into that kinda gig?

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