Pillow Book

I can't even imagine what it must be like to look back and read all these posts. Perhaps I should take a whole new approach and try to make this a log of only beautiful and pleasing things, like Sei's Pillow Book. I loved reading it, I wonder if somewhere you could get a facsimile copy of it, to see her handwriting. I wonder if she drew pictures in it? I love Frida Khalo's Diary. Gave it away to a friend on her way to Spain and never re-bought one for myself. Not that Frida didn't complain plenty, but I am no Frida. I never went through anything remotely like what she did, and never had the painting skills she had. I can doodle alright, and knit, and cook fairly well.

Can't really make a diary of meals, can you?

A friend of a friend made a coffee journal. Every time he had a cup, he logged the place, time, who was with him, and how the coffee was. I think he may have also logged what was talked about. Dunno. Never saw it. I saw one friend's journal of the dogs of Mexico. It was one of the best and funniest things I had ever seen! I wish he'd scan it all and put it up on his website.

The Olympics are over, and for some reason I burned out on them this year. Even with all the crashes, flipped bobsleds, fishtailing luge sleds, and bodemiller overhype. I just got tired of it. I didn't even watch curling for fuck's sake! I love curling! And I only ever saw women's qualifying skeleton races. No jimmy shea this year. There was the French dude in the chicken mask, that was amusing. And the Italian skating couple's stares of death. Is it just me or did that seem put on like a soap opera? And what the hell is with Dick Button's commentary? Does he talk out his ass all the time? WTF? And Bob Costas?!? Can anyone tell me what he was thinking when he made that comment about 'hitting something even better later tonight" to Sean White when they were discussing Sasha Cohen? Oh sweet merciful crap! I mean, I laffed my ass off, it was a TiVo moment, but seriously! How uncool!

I am totally looking forward to Beijing.