Hola mis amigos! Just a check in before finishing up the work before me and heading to Nats stadium to watch the first game of the first Braves v. Nats series this year. Our little crew will pre-game a bit at the bullpen while I wait for a friend to join me. It took me forever to find someone to take my other ticket! (forever=3 days) I had zero problem hanging out at the Red Roof by myself — I’m a big girl like that — but it’s nice to have a friend to be excited with when Upton hits a home run and Gattis scurries around behind the plate like a freaking spider. You can read about how awesome he is here. Now, given the thing I have for catchers — having played the position forever myself — I COULD BE a little biased. But Cary convinces me that he’s a special kind of dude. In any event, the Nats are very, very good. As are the Braves. I really have no idea what will happen…But it’ll be fun to watch! Also, this was a great, great play from the White Sox game last night. The close up’s even better. Seriously, I love this game.
Speaking of spiders, this morning, there was a black spider the size of a labradoodle in my shower, as I live in a basement and spiders like to party subterranean style. Anyway, I chased it out with some bleach cleaning spray that didn’t kill him, but did piss him off. And he hung out behind the toilet while I showered. And the whole time I was lathering my hair and cleaning myself, I imagined pulling the shower curtain back and having him and 50 or 60 of his kin staring at me, wet and naked and totally vulnerable. The point is I may be a bit of an arachnophobe.
So, just to weigh in on something officially: the neglect to cover this story is a g*ddamn outrage, period. I mean, we’re not talking “bundles of cells,” a charming euphemism I’ve heard to justify abortion, we’re talking babies crying in pain. Makes me sick and if it doesn’t make you sick, then you are a psychopath. Yes, you are.
Speaking of psychopaths, this is what things look like in Syria. I just want to send this to every single idiot I’ve met in DC not aware enough to just thank God they live where they do.
It’s work-related, but #3 was interesting.
My friend who posted this noted that the only way this makes you love red pandas is if you mute the sound. But good lord if you do you will fall in love…
Next on the book list. The Alchemist was beautiful. I expect this to compare.
If I met a man who had these on his shirt I’d think well of him immediately.
The haiku and the one about the newspaper give me great hope for humanity.
Still love the Kitten Covers. This one’s for you Julianna:
My friend Ali P. added this song to her Dance Tunes playlist:
And so, of course, it led to a revisiting of one of the best pieces of dance going. It is a study in absolute release and unmitigated control. I cry nearly every time I watch it. Enjoy your weekends babies.