music: Delerium, Solar Twins, Portishead,
Groove Armada, BT, Massive Attack, Moby. And David Gray but that is not my fault.
hair: "velvet brown". not as much of it as there used to be.
drink: Amaretto sour, or Woodpecker cider, or red wine.
favorite stuffed animal: A small
squeeze-me-I-make-noise emperor penguin from the National Zoo (which now
is pretty much my back yard... rule!).
non sequitur: "You got purty nails. Are those your real nails?"
food fixation: Annie's Paramount Steakhouse in Dupont Circle... dear lord.
notable reading: I recently read Boy Still Missing by John Searles, after a reporter with a Connecticut newspaper called me up to chat about my web page devoted to Gerri Santoro, on whose story Boy Still Missing is loosely based. The book had just been released and the reporter was writing a story on Gerri to go along with a big article on the novel. Anyway, I read it in two nights. Literature it ain't (the author is a writer for Cosmo), but it was a very compelling read. Interesting treatment of a traumatized teenage boy's perspectives on women and motherhood.
underwear purchase: A new bra. Victoria's Secret, "Second Skin Satin". "Purple iris". And apparently I have been upgraded a cup size; I always said they were a B-and-a-half and bought Bs, but the lady with the measuring tape said I really ought to be wearing a C-cup. I'm not sure I like the change; it turns out C-cup bras are much bigger than their B counterparts... it's not just the same bra with bigger cups, apparently they figure chicks with big boobs aren't interested in little wispy bras. My new brassiere could double as a sling for a broken arm and that is not a good thing.
movies worth their ticket price: Traffic was wonderful, and even featured a brief shot of my office. I wouldn't have missed Hannibal for the world but even so I don't think I can classify it as a good movie.
dining experience never to be repeated:
Dutch
blue cheese. Menthol, practically. Eugh.
traffic violation: Monroe County, GA; speeding; 80 in a 65; September 5, 1999. (My birthday, and the officer was not in the least impressed when I informed him of this fact. Bastard.) Also a parking ticket for City of
Atlanta from September 8, 1999. It was not a good week for
driving. Oh, and the Fairfax County (VA) police slapped a ticket on my
windshield recently for having expired tags... the irony is that the
car was parked at a Metro station while I was downtown trying to deal
with the DMV to take care of that very issue. Bah.
update of this page: March 26, 2001.
