Images and words from my life.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Sunday morning

It's Sunday, April 20, 7:22am. My life is thus: 2 cats in bed with me, 1 purring, 1 sleeping. Toby threw up at 6:25 am on my side of the bed, so I'm up earlier than expected. Narcisso is also up, sweeping the driveway after his late night plant potting fest. I really want to get away from the house today and do something cheap and relaxing, but that's more easily accomplished from home, sitting in the yard, watching the cats catch grasshoppers.

On Wednesday, we drove home from Toyota of North Hollywood in a new Rav 4! Shocker. Hopefully we won't have to sell our souls to the devil to keep it. It sucked that someone broke the driver's side mirror on Thursday! Luckily the repairs came in at under $150, and we're back in business.

Anyway, that's my life as of April 20, 2008.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

How Can I Not Vote

for this woman's grandson?

Saturday, January 19, 2008


I love the southern night sky in winter. When we first moved to LA, Orion always greeted me when I took Toby out for our evening walk. I was pretty miserable, since my partner and I were in a terrible place in our relationship, money was tight, and things just weren't going as planned when we ran away from Chicago. Lesson: running away doesn't solve anything.

Orion gazes down, securely belted, guarding me against insanity, creditors, and lost hope. Thank you, mighty hunter.

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

Go Hillary!

I am still 100% behind John Edwards, but I'm so proud that Hillary pulled it off tonight in New Hampshire! I'm too lazy to try and figure out if she's the first woman to win a US presidential primary or not.. I know Jesse Jackson won several primaries in '84 and '88, but can't figure out if HRC has taken that record.

Maybe John Edwards sounds too Southern, and people are reminded of the shrub's accent, faux Texan that he is. Whatever it is, it's not over yet, though I hate to think how many gazillion Hillary will raise between now and the next primary.

I'm the only one in my household who cares, so I can't have any political discussions with anyone around here! Rats! I shouldn't have called Quinnette a Republican. She'll never forgive me nor will she talk politics with me again, which I probably deserve.

Oh, an aside. Had fun at the Critics Choice Awards last night. Best moment was being about 8 feet from Queen Latifa. Should have jockeyed for a spot at Brad and Angelina's table.

Thursday, January 03, 2008

Do I really want/need to blog?

Lately I've acquired a new addiction, There is no end to the pleasure I get reading the full left spectrum of Kossak diaries. So, should I take up blogging again after almost a year of posting nothing at jonsnook? Perhaps. Maybe this is a start. Since it's Iowa caucus day, I'm pretty pumped. I hate having to wait all day for the fun to even start, but that's the nature of the caucus.

Let's's January 3rd, so maybe I can post something about my goal/resolution for 2008. I'm giving myself permission this year. Permission to be wrong, or right. Permission to make mistakes. Permission to laugh, and cry. Permission to be healthy. Permission to dream big.

So, there ya go. A new post for the new year. If anyone is reading, I hope you enjoy my musings on myself and the world.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Little Mosque on the Prairie

I heard this NPR interview with Zarqa Nawaz, the Muslim creator of "Little Mosque on the Prairie" for Candian Broadcast Corp. It's a sitcom about a small prairie community and its even smaller (yet growing) Muslim community. The Muslims have started meeting in the local Anglican church. From the website:
At its heart, Little Mosque is a humorous look at relationships, family, love, the generation gap and balancing Muslim beliefs and traditions in a prairie setting.

Sounds like a winner for CBC! Below are 4 youtube clips that captured the pilot episode. Enjoy!

Part 1 of 4

Part 2 of 4

Part 3 of 4

Part 4 of 4

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Friday, January 05, 2007

Longer Daze

At about 4:30pm, just as I predicted, the sun caught me right in the eye as it slid at a 45* angle from the edge of my window and slipped below the hilltop.