Ed and Terry

Can I just please state for the record that I don't quite think it is my fault that for most of my adult life I believed Ed Begley Jr. to be a stately African American actor? It's a fantastic name. And as much as (it turns out) I sort of adore the real, white, environmentalist Ed Begley Jr, I think his parents gave him the wrong name. (I think, also, it's to do with Lou Gosset Jr., if we're being honest.)


I have the same issue with Terrence McNally. I always envision him as the guy James Earl Jones plays in Field of Dreams.

Right?!

I maintain that this is not as odd as my aunt who mixes up Haagen-daas and Birkenstocks. Or a friend (she shall remain nameless) who confuses November and January.

in knots

As summer looms I have been strangely turned on by knots.
Yes, knots.



I have never touched ocean waters. Yes, yes, I know. But this week all I can think about is how much I want to go SAILING. I have never been sailing. I have no close friends who sail. I would quit my job today if some one would offer to take me on a sailboat for the summer and teach me to tie really incredible knots.

Then I would be both a sailor and a genius at macrame.

Requisite picture of my favorite boatsman, Desmond:

Variation on Commemorative Transfiguration

This morning at Easter service I knew the melody to one of the hymns we sung based solely on my familiarity with a certain Sufjan Stevns song.

I felt both embarassed and incredibly smug that I had learned something so obviously important through my obsessive osmosis of pop-culture, as opposed to the way I should have learned it. And I was totally sure that everyone could tell the tall girl in the back with the big metallic cuff only knows this song because some guy put it on a mix CD for her at the beginning of her musical education.

It was akin to the feeling I had when I found out that the really catchy "Come Together" song they used on the hip commercial for the flat screen wasn't written exclusively for the TV commercial...

Words that keep popping up that I swear I'd never heard before.

Knee-break.
Braggadocio.