|Twilight by Anna Syperek, 2010|
What I should be reading is the manual for my camera and the other books on the subject I downloaded. But I'm up to my ears in beauty books and it's a bit too overwhelming as I really want to actually review them. Also, the only thing I wanted to read last week was Roger Zelazny's Nine Princes in Amber for the gazillionth time as comfort-reading. I have several print versions, but I think I want the e-Book just so I can stay up all night reading the entire series in one go.
I listened to a whole lot of David Bowie over the last week or so. His "Andy Warhol" has become a permanent earworm , his music permeating my dreams in the oddest ways, including triggering one about Bill Shatner and Leonard Nimoy. Waking up my first thought was "Leonard Nimoy is also dead!", and the grief I felt was somehow doubled.
In any case, among the other oddities that my brain came up with last week was remembering this misguided tribute to Space Oddity. It's from 1983, which is barely an excuse. I've forgotten how hot Peter Schilling looked and how cheesy 80s videos were in general. Now I remember, and you will, too.
House Hunters International and House Hunters Renovations. That's all one can watch when your brain becomes one with the stuff in your sinuses, throat, and lungs.
Jessica said everything I could have said and more about David Bowie. And I'm unreasonably jealous of her for getting a Bowie sighting. I never did. Jessica's post expresses perfectly how it felt to discover his music all those years ago and how deeply his legacy is woven into my cultural makeup.
Parfums MDCI- Les Indes Galantes. It's the newest one and I'll review it soon. Spoiler alert: If you loved Theorema...
Balmy lipsticks that don't aggravate dryness,
Frequently Worn Item/Outfit
My Kate Middle Toe socks.
(No, we didn't get an ugly shag rag. It's one of the cat mats by the sliding doors. I was sitting there with Cedric and Peter watching the squirrels)
Most days all I want to eat is a bagel. And candied ginger.
I could whine about the lingering cough, the snow in the forecast, or the misuse of the word "haul". But I am here, you're here, and all the wonderful, shiny things our world has to offer are still around within our grasp. Isn't that marvelous?
The wonders a heavy-duty humidifier can work on one's breathing and sleep.
Valentine's Day. I can't help it.
To complete my Chikuhodo Z-series. I only have a couple of those brushes and I'd like to make them less lonely.
Maggie Smith is kindly requested to live forever. As does Bruce Springsteen. And the Queen of England.
How are you? What's on your list of loves and banes? Any wishes and recommendations?