the club

I went to the Metropolitan Club once. I can't remember who with (what when). All I remember is that you couldn't have a briefcase or papers on the table—nothing could look like you were doing work. It's not all that far from My Own Club.

the designer

The Designer Smokes

The Designer Speaks

The Designer Mugs

The Designer's Husband Waits to Drive Back to Providence at Midnight

coral relief

When is a piece of coral not coral? When it is made out of silver or gold rather than that diminish- ing natural resource of course. AZU is supporting the efforts of Sea Web's division Too Precious To Wear with a coral stand-in necklace for an auction to be kicked off tonight at the Rouge Tomate on the fashionable Upper East Side.
Check out the line at a new web site.
Bid on a piece at SeaWeb.

Ah, Azu.

PS Elaine has this report on WNYC today.

a less than phabulous photo

Though an atheist, I am considering what to give up for Lent. Yesterday—and even moreso today—is a good indication that Cote du Rhone should head up the list. I mean, even the picture has a list. Channeling Eugene Richards.

lo lite

Seventeen years ago, a group of seven women became one of the first groups of trekkers to visit Mustang, or the Kingdom of Lo, on the border of Nepal and Tibet. We walked up hills and forded rivers on ponyback and slept in tents and found salagrams and prayed in temples and drank chang and for some—me for one—the experience was life changing. After all these years the seven sisters are still (almost all) in communication. There have been weddings and breakups, illnesses and adoptions, career changes and many, many more travels. Five of us got together over the weekend. We meant to meet for a couple of hours, but six hours later we were still yakking. I don't mean eating yak meat, though we've done that, too.

real estate news

Serious count- down has begun: Wolfen has two more days as a non- property owner. She and the Cub have already begun taking on their new responsibilities—painting, spackling, cleaning, repairing, grouting—in the rental loft in their building-to-be, while moving out of their current loft (above).
Meanwhile, the Block Island houses are rented for the season. I have been trying to get some off-season rentals (deals available!) and have posted this ad on Craigslist. Off season rentals on Block Island tend to be anything up to Fourth of July weekend and anything starting Labor Day weekend and beyond, because of the school schedule. I am also now scheduling friends' and relations' visits, so book early!
I myself will be in the Ozarks until the beginning of May, when I will be ready to start putting in organic gardens and freezing my butt off in Block Island instead. Oh, and PS, Sam just reminded me to post this amazing cave house in Festus, Mo., for all of you working on the theory that everyone owning property in Missouri is just plain nuts.
My busker roomie will be holding down the fort in NYC.

is it me?

Elaine gave me this bag. She says, "It is so you!" Well?

the game is afoot

Preparing for a really great "What's in the Truck" this year, we headed up to Chris's mom's to load up about 90 glass bricks—thanks, Sara! What was in the truck as of yesterday morning was a new alternator, old brake lines and worn ball joints. Any thoughts about the urgency of attending to these matters for a 3,000 mile trip? Also in the truck: an electric weed wacker and hedge trimmer, a bunch more sheets and quilts, a handy set of hand tools, muslin curtains, and 100 votive candles. It will be for you to guess which of these items are going to the Ozarks. Later.

what's with the truck?

Right in the middle of H and C's move, and en route to its annual road trip, the lights flash, the dials blink and the engine dies. C wrestles it to a stop. Alternator.

green building

The panels are going up. There is blue board on the interior, which will be plastered, then a sandwich of plywood (or some kind of pressed board) and insulation. Then the trim goes on and the shingles and, voila, the shell of a house. The sandwich second floor leaves a space for electricals, plumbing, and the duct work for the geothermal heating system. See more on Erin's LEED house blog.

instabuild

Yesterday, this is what Erin's house looked like: Douglas fir on the ground.
This is what it looks like 24 hours later. Viva la difference!

trains and boats and home depot

It felt like spring last week in New York, and so it was time to leave it and seek out Home Depot. Today the timber frame for my sister's house goes up. In a week or so H and C move into their new place. And within the month I take possession of the Goose. We are all thinking about ladders and paint and cleaning supplies. I have looked up my new local Home Depots and found that the Poplar Bluffs one, at two hours away, is a half an hour closer than the Mountain Home, Ark., one. I bought some paint here at the Massachusetts one.

b mine

Two of my three valentines this year (Deb left before the photo was taken), start the day right with a midnight celebration.

civilization comes to the ozarks

Chris G sent along this valentine to the Goose. Won't the neighbors be happy when the city slickers come to town!

home sweet home

And don't say anything if you can't say something nice.

gaydharma

There hasn't been enough sex in this blog lately. Of any kind—and lord knows I'm broad minded.
So Kathleen and I were sitting around the other day (was it before or after trying to watch The L Word at Donna's?) beginning a list of qualities for How to Recognize a Dyke. We didn't get very far.
Wallet in back pocket
Favorite retail establishment is Home Depot
Tosses peanuts into mouth
A steady, clear-eyed, almost naive, gaze
And then we had to quit, because the era of Birkenstocks is really way over, and your lesbians could be just about anybody with enough X chromosomes (see L Word). What do you see?

the only redneck in new york

While most people are counting sheep, I am thinking about septic tanks. More specifically, the nonfunctional one at the Goose, which I am scheduled to take ownership of on March 13. At 11:00 ayem. So I called the guy who used to own the Goose who thinks maybe there are a couple septic tanks on the property, though he doesn't really know where they are.
"Anyway, there's a guy who put mine in for me for about a thousand dollars," he said.
"How long did it take you to get the permits?" I asked.
"Permits?" he asked incredulously. "You really don't understand us hillbillies, do you?"

memento mori

things i said i would never do

Also:
Go to Disney World
Get divorced
Go into therapy
Quit smoking
The older you get the more things you wind up trying. What things did you say you would never do?

does this suit?

Well, what do you think?
And speaking of headstyles, for some reason I find this news story hilarious.