Glamourpuss

Elections in Iran, Cats in Wigs, The TV News never ceases to provide...

I feel this is true sometimes.

I am Frightened. Hold me.

Beard Vidddy

I thought this was a really well done, fun beard-lapse. This guy walked across China for 1 year and took a photograph of himself every single day. I think the backgrounds and music selection are amazing. He also had great framing ability, every picture seems to be so similarly framed...check it.

The Longest Way 1.0 - one year walk/beard grow time lapse from Christoph Rehage on Vimeo.

Dramatic Reading of a Breakup Letter

Oldie but goodie...

http://youmakemetouchyourhandsforstupidreasons.ytmnd.com/

I heart Rachel M.

Yupload

Those Monks win every time.

Consumerist Guilt

So living in this place and working in a very wealthy part of Southern California has me thinking about these things more lately. I see so much affluence and wealth and flaunt and it's such a part of the lifestyle here it's hard sometimes not to get caught up in it just a little bit. I feel like I'll always be grounded and have my head on straight, but I'm certainly guilty of wanting more than I need or even deserve. I'm a girl, and whether it makes sense or not, I love to shop, love to buy new things, am queer for beauty products, make-up, and jewelry. I'd take a new car if one was given to me, and of course would love a sweet pad to live in. I don't know if this is sick or not, but buying anything new makes me feel good. Even if I just get a new moisturizer at CVS, I'm slightly excited and feel in some small incremental way better. Now, I know that new things are exciting and that's part of it, but the over-abundance of un-necessary possessions doesn't make me or anybody else a better human being. So why do we do it? Why are most of us so guilty of the same consumption driven lifestyle?

Well, I think that our society has been manipulated and carved into the consumers that we are today. The past hundred years has seen the development of expert marketing that's sole purpose is to make us believe that luxury items are necessities for happiness. I can't say that it is purely the fault of advertisers and marketers, I mean, we all have brains in our heads, morals, and the ability to choose, or free will. That's what separates us from animals. However, I feel that the more consumer-driven we become, the more animalistic and id-driven we de-evolve to. The more importance placed on things and possessions to create a sense of happiness, the more depressed and shallow we become. And that is how it effects us internally as humans. What's also concerning is the negative environmental effect that all of this mindless excess has...where is that going to take us, and how fast?

Is there a way to be a responsible consumer? Is that an oxy-moron? Any thoughts, suggestions, opinions on how one deals with their own consumerist guilt?

Here is a clip from one of George Carlin's stand-up shows that I feel really quantifies the pointlessness of all of these possessions. Of course he says it much funnier than I ever could. I guess that's why he was the comedian.

The Cove movie

Blood Stays Blue

So, something that has been on my mind lately, and I guess, well something that is always on my mind as a person who considers the ocean part of their chemical make-up...

Over-fishing, Endangered Marine Animals, general Oceanic cleanliness, or lack thereof.

When I volunteered for the Newport Beach Film Festival I had the opportunity to watch a film called The Cove...so beautifully crafted, such an emotional subject matter...and something to dear to my heart, having grown up sailing with my family on the South coast of Texas and always around dophins in their natural habitat. I won't give the entire synopsis of the film away, but only say that if you have the means of renting or Netflixing this film, do it! It will change you a bit. I had the honor of shaking the filmmaker's hands with tears in my eyes after being so moved by the film. I will never step foot in a Sea World again...now knowing what's involved in obtaining these animals for captivity.

Here also, is a bit about sustainable Urban Fish farming, which is an interesting concept worth investigating. I still won't eat Tilapia though. Tastes like mud.

9 Days Until Cabo...

Just feelin' like videos today. Yaay.

Waiting for the Sun

Something I've been thinking about for a while. How does one get to the pure human being? What defines us? Our things? Our hobbies? Our looks, our personalities?

What happens when we strip away our name brand shit, our cars, our destinations?

We just live I guess. We engage in the one thing that connects us all. The dullness and the beauty and the chaos of everyday life.

When I'm conscious of it, when I remember...it's at those times when I feel most real. When I'm fully engaged in those moments that connect me, you, everyone else, with the rest of the world in a matter of instants.

I'm tired. Can I share that with you in a universal way?

Love, Love and more love.

But don't tread on my heart.

Memorial Memo

Well, it's been so long since I've written I dunno if anyone even reads this still. Things have been pretty nutty in life lately, and I haven't made the ole creative effort or had the urge to blog about much. But here I am, back in action Jackson, attempting to say...something I guess.

Not going to go into details of what's been going on, but let's just say that I've been reminded of what's important in life, and although it has made me take a hard look at my decision to move out here, it has also been an inspiration to get my butt in gear and meet my goals.

Not too much new to report, I'm still in awe of the out here and I'm so excited to spend my first summer in sunny, Southern California. I feel so lucky to drive to work every day and get to look at the Pacific Ocean on my right and the mountains to my left. The water is still a little too cold for my taste, supposedly June and July it will be warm enough to swim in...I can't wait!

I've recently hooked up with some North Texas alums living in Los Angeles and have started talking about a possible collaboration on some new projects...some short film ideas, some longer form series types of ideas...exciting stuff. It's been nice to spend some time not only with like-minded, creative types, but also peeps that have some of the same grounded Texan sensibilities. Makes it feel a little more cozy here in a place that is so different. Other than that, not too much new to report. Newman is doing well, and sweeter than ever. I'm so happy to have my little buddy with me on this adventure.

Here is yet another lovely perfume commercial for Chanel No. 5 that I came across...

New Blood Good Blood

Hey Hey Hey, Hi kids, It's Sunday again! Used to be my most hated day of the week, now my most favorite! Isn't it funny how a few lifestyle and scenery changes can completely change one's perception of a day. Had a good week, got some good news, had some freelance writing work come my way, and am now attached to a new video project that some friends in L.A. are undertaking. I'm on as producer for a music video. The music really isn't my scene, but it should be fun none the less. We're looking at a location for the video in Ocotillo Springs, CA, which is a desert area near San Diego, right on the edge of the Salton Sea. Very excited because I'm not too versed in the world of shooting permits and permissions in California, and will have to start researching all of this when nailing down our locations.

I can't describe to you how good it feels to be involved in putting a project together again. It's been since October since I've been on a shoot and had to organize and think creatively in terms of locations, character, costumes, make-up etc. so it will be good exercise for those muscles. Can't wait to figure out how we're gonna make a shoot in the desert work.

In other news I'll be headed back to Texas this weekend, spending time in Corpus Christi with my family and a few old friends. Gonna be a super short trip, but always good to get back to where I came from and hug the people that I love so much. You can't really beat that now can ya?

Hmmm, you remember that game Pizza Party??? I don't know how to play it, but I sure wanted to back when I saw this:

T-Rexin'

Or short-arming if you like your eggs more blunt. Carnivorous dinosaurs with arms so short that they can't reach their wallets. Anyway, my fingers are tired today so all that I leave you is this; Werner Herzog's anti-camping PSA.



Also a link to Christopher Walken's Twitter page. As my friend siege says, read this in a Christopher Walken voice and it's impossible to be sad.

Gotta run to dreamville. Spanks Pankeees. Night Night.

Experiential Expectations

Sundays are becoming a fun day for me...mostly because it is ending up being the only day that I have off. It was a nice one, Newman and I slept in until 11:30. It's so nice having a dog who may love sleeping more than me. I woke him up at almost noon and he continued to yawn for another hour. He's just my speed though. :-)

Johnette and I went for pedicures and manicures and were gratuitously upsold on the "extra foot massage" for five bucks. Johnette even fell for the extra neck and shoulder massage for another ten. I love getting pedicures but I always feel somewhat guilty about paying a Vietnamese woman to scrub my feet and paint my toes. It's also extremely awkward when they put your feet in their boobs when you're getting the leg massage. I know we're all girls here, but I still don't know if I want to get to second base on my pedicurist with my feet.

Despite the boob-foot debacle, we left there relaxed and our toes and fingers looking lovely on a Sunday afternoon. We hit up a local Thai restaurant for some tasty Tom Ka soup with tofu and I headed out to run some errands. Got home and took Newman for a run (it was chiiiilay tonight) and invited my neighbor Meagan over to drink some wine and watch a movie.

We watched The Diving Bell and the Butterfly and it was a pretty amazing movie. I'd heard about it from the previous year's academy awards, but never made and effort to see it. An artist friend of mine took me to see Before Night Falls years ago and told me negative stories about the film's director, Julian Schnabel so I was kind of down on his abilities...however the film did not disappoint and I'm excited to see what Mr. Schnabel produces in the future. Mr. Schnabel is a painter, and it comes across in his films, every frame worthy of a still photo.

I hope to make films like that one day.

In other news, my friend Jose has gotten funding for one of his films and is shooting this June! Very exciting news! Now two of my best guy friends will have produced two feature films within 6 years of us graduating. Pretty exciting stuff and I couldn't be happier for both of them!

That's all for now. I'm tired. I leave you with this funny video about the ridiculousness of Twittering. I agree with Sara on this one, I'll go as far as Facebook, but when it comes to Twittering, that's where I draw the line...

Did Chivalry Die and Nobody Told Me?!?

So it's been a weird week for me. I've been noticing some things around here for a while and it sort of came to an existential head a few days ago. I've been thinking about it and watching people with ears pricked as of late. In recent communications with males that seem to be around my age or in the neighborhood of my age (10 years constitutes a neighborhood in my world) I've noticed the absence of a few qualities. Class, chivalry, thoughtfulness, and general respect for other human beings. As those old school peeps such as my baby boomer parents might call it, manners.

I recently attended a few dinners amongst friends, mixed company at which all men were sitting down comfortably while women stood chair-less. Now, I'm not a big proponent of taking someone's chair if they are seated comfortably and I don't mind standing, which is most of the time. However, the fact that none of these males offered any of the ladies a seat is appalling to me! I mean crap, I would even offer my chair to a gentleman if I were sitting and he was standing. You never know, maybe he hurt his knee playing skee-ball the weak prior and was standing there in pain? I'm just sayin...that is what folks with manners do!

In addition to the seat offering debacle, some of my company found it OK to cuss a blue streak in front of the parents of another friend of mine, which again I find to be in bad taste. My parents are cool, we laugh and joke and are open, but if my friends came around and tried to use every expletive in their vocabulary to tell a story I would tell them to cool it. It never happened though. And I was too new to the situation to take a stand. I should have I guess. Where was my gumption when I needed it?

So being privy to this experience, and others in which people have exhibited a complete lack of manners, guys in particular, girls however not excluded, it caused me to contemplate chivalry in general. Is is dead? Has it been dead? Did woman's lib kill it? Does the lack of importance placed on manners kill the use of chivalry? Or are we purely just devolving?

Call me old fashioned but I'm a fan of a man who treats a woman with respect and dignity, and opens a door for and offers a seat. I'm also a fan of a woman who is proud to be a woman and exalt her feminine traits and be gracious and respectful to men in return. I understand that we're not quite as stringent in dress and formalities as we used to be and that's to be expected. But if manners and mutual respect are passe then I want to hop in a time machine and get the hell out of Dodge.

Oy, and now I'm spent. Here, for your enjoyment, is the Knight's Code of Chivalry as it was presented in the Middle Ages. Although some of the thoughts are outdated in the context of time and socio-economic reality, most of the ideas still hold up today.

The Code of Chivalry

* Live to serve King and Country.
* Live to defend Crown and Country and all it holds dear.
* Live one's life so that it is worthy of respect and honor.
* Live for freedom, justice and all that is good.
* Never attack an unarmed foe.
* Never use a weapon on an opponent not equal to the attack.
* Never attack from behind.
* Avoid lying to your fellow man.
* Avoid cheating.
* Avoid torture.
* Obey the law of king, country, and chivalry.
* Administer justice.
* Protect the innocent.
* Exhibit self control.
* Show respect to authority.
* Respect women.
* Exhibit Courage in word and deed.
* Defend the weak and innocent.
* Destroy evil in all of its monstrous forms.
* Crush the monsters that steal our land and rob our people.
* Fight with honor.
* Avenge the wronged.
* Never abandon a friend, ally, or noble cause.
* Fight for the ideals of king, country, and chivalry.
* Die with valor.
* Always keep one's word of honor.
* Always maintain one's principles.
* Never betray a confidence or comrade.
* Avoid deception.
* Respect life and freedom.
* Die with honor.
* Exhibit manners.
* Be polite and attentive.
* Be respectful of host, women, and honor.
* Loyalty to country, King, honor, freedom, and the code of chivalry.
* Loyalty to one's friends and those who lay their trust in thee.

Dave Chappelle's take on things...

Jam Sandwich with a Little Ham on It

Betwixt and Between latest and greatest is this week. Hi, I'm Tuesday, quite possibly the weirdest day of the week. Every Tuesday is painfully slow at work, and my roomie and I, still recovering from a weekend of debauchery (Texas peeps in town) are keeping a low profile this eve. Not much to report...

Spent a lovely Saturday in the Newport Harbor with the visitors and usual suspects drinking champagne and ogling the mega-yachts in the Newport Harbor. Roomie whipped up a few cheese plates and we cruised around in style. We were able to dock the boat at the Cannery, a local favorite restaurant, and went inside for a cocktail. I had a cocktail made from Pear vodka and Elderflower syrup that tasted like drinking a flower, sounds weird, but it was mucho good. Off we went for a lovely sushi dinner and some additional cocktails after that. We took a cab home.

Speaking of the word cocktail, I was recently curious as to the origin of this word and looked it up on good ole wiki. Wasn't too pleased with the result because it didn't provide a definite. Oh well. Here are some of the possible origins:

# Barrel taps are known as cocks and the term tails usually referred to the dregs of distillate left at the end of a run in a distillery or at the bottom of a cask. Colonial taverns kept their spirits (rum, brandy, whiskey, gin, applejack) in casks, and as the liquid in the casks lowered the tavern keeper would combine the tails into an additional cask kept for that purpose, to be sold at a reduced price. The patrons would request the "cock tailings" or the tailings from the stop cock of the cask.
# Fighting cocks were given a mixture of spirits by their trainers before a fight. This mixture was known as a cocks-ale.
# In Campeche, Mexico, local bartenders used wooden spoons carved from a native root known as cola de-gallo (cocktail) to stir the local spirits and punches before serving.
# A tavern near Yorktown, New York was popular with the officers of the Revolutionary soldiers of Washington and Lafayette. The American troops preferred whiskey or gin, the French preferred wine or vermouth. All enjoyed a bit of brandy or rum. Sometimes late in the evenings, in a spirit of camaraderie, the spirits were mixed from one cup to another during toasts. A soldier stole a rooster from the tavern owner's neighbor, who was believed to be a Tory supporter of King George of England. The rooster was promptly cooked and served to the customers, with the tail feathers used to adorn the accompanying drinks. The toasts accompanying this meal were "vive le cocktail" and the mixed drinks were so called ever after.[8]
# Cocktails were originally a morning beverage, and the cocktail was the name given as metaphor for the rooster (cocktail) heralding morning light of day. This was first posited in 2004 by Ted Haigh in "Vintage Spirits & Forgotten Cocktails". And can be distinguished from the theory "take two snips of the hair of the dog that bit you", which refers to consuming a small bit of alcohol the morning after a "binge drinking night" to curb the effects of the symptoms of the hangover, in the belief that these symptoms are the result of a form of withdrawal.
# A cock's tail has many varied feathers in exciting colours as a cocktail has varied exciting alcoholic drinks mixed together.
# Some say that it was customary to put a feather, presumably from a cock's tail, in the drink to serve both as decoration and to signal to teetotalers that the drink contained alcohol.

In un-related news, I've been doing some research on the career and You Tubery of Ann Coulter, and it turns out, as I suspected, that yes she is a biiiiiiiatch!

Child Dust Peeps

So it's been quite a while and I've got no excuses. Working a lot, check, enjoying time off from work, check. Just like everyone else in the world. Check. Doesn't mean I can't take the measley time it takes to write a little bit each day. Laziness, and there is no other excuse. Well, that and Tivo. It's sucking my will to live. And I don't even watch more than an hour a day! If even that!!! But it is still more TV than before I had Tivo.

Johnette has been gone and while it's been nice to have a little time to myself, I also miss her. She's spending her days on the big island of Hawaii with our friends Shea, Diane, and Mykal. I hope they're having a wonderful time and I hear Shea will get to swim with the dolphins tomorrow, which I'm sure will be quite the experience.

Work has been OK, just trying to do my best keeping the bar in order, and learning everything I can to be the best bar tender I can be. I cut the tip of my finger off at work a few weeks ago, and finally, after a few weeks of bandages, antiseptic surgical glue, and steri-strips, it appears to be healing. It's funny because the part of my finger that the doctor glued back on actually fell off after the bandages came off and a new finger tip was growing in underneath. The body is amazing in the ways that it heals itself.

If only the brain and the psyche were as resilient. Well, I don't think I'll be playing guitar for a while, but my new finger tip seems to be typing successfully. It still stings a little, but I'm sure to be a 100%, finger-wise anyway, in a few days. Thanks to the wonderful medical professionals at Newport Walk-In clinic, Dr. Lindsay and a bevy of helpful nurses, My new finger tip will live long and prosper.

That's all for now. I promise it won't be as long next time. For now, I leave you with this...

Over Worked and Under Worded.

Tomorrow will be my 10th day in a row of work. I would love a day off but don't get one until Sunday. Have stuff to say but not a lot of energy to say it. Found this through one of my favorite photography blogs. By an artist named Xavier Chassaing, using still photographs and stop-motion animation. Pretty cool stuff.


SCINTILLATION from Xavier Chassaing on Vimeo.

I also watched this Spectacle tonight, Elvis Costello's show on the Sundance Channel. The guests were The Police. They still sound good, but Stuart Copeland and Sting's egos still seem to clash uncomfortably.



I cut my finger at work yesterday and had to go to the minor emergency clinic. That's all I got, me tired. Byeeee.

Don't Hide the Madness

Everything is so different out here. The scenery is different, the stores are different, the attitudes are different, the people are different. In many ways they aren't, but yet they are...if that makes any sense in contrary-land.

I guess I'm getting used to the scenery, well, I'm still in awe of it, but also feel comfortable with it, like it's familiar, where it used not to be. The stores and community sense is slowly creeping in, although I still long for and remember fondly my Dallas ubran, Texan, uptown yuptown, gritty city, smartly urbane yet Southern vibe that I left behind. I feel that maybe the OC is a little more culturally devoid than even "snooty" Dallas*.

*Dallas is said to be the stuffiest city in Texas, and it is in a way.

BUT, I'm still glad I moved. The beach vibe offsets the cultural void in many ways, and I'm thankful for the slightly slower pace of Huntington Beach and Newport. I know soon enough I'll be in Los Angeles fighting the crowds and the traffix and loving it, yet my stress level and blood pressure will both increase at a synchronistic incline. I think I just made a word up, weeeeee!

Other things on the board this week: I am now a bartender and no longer a waitress. I was promoted 5 days ago and have now completed my training and am on my own. It feels good to be back behind the bar, wielding the drinks, and I feel things will come back to me naturally. I tended bar back in college, but it was at a Mexican restaurant and where I mostly made beers and margaritas, and now I'm making lots of Martini's, Lemon Drops and Gimlets. Same slop I guess, different bar. I need to study my wines more now too. It seems in California people really know wines and really care about them too. So I've got to get on board with that if I'm going to try and hang in that realm.

I rented some Mitch Hedberg and have been laughing at him all week. Here is some for your enjoyment:

Turzdays

Or maybe Turdsdayze. Wait, that sounds too much like Thursdays when I really mean Tuesdays.

Hmmm, let's see, well, this is my only day off a week, so I utilized it in many ways. Sort of took a break from the job hunt and got back on the horse this morning. Man it sure felt good. Applied for something like 15 jobs so maybe I'll hear back from one. Maybe not, but it's good to get back in the groove of just searching and sending and seeing what's out there. Always good to be searching and researching no matter what.

After a nice breakfast and some emailing I went to the beach with my neighbor Deana and we took our pups, Lucy and Newman. It was Newman's second time at the beach, and first time off leash at the dog beach. Boy oh boy did he have a fantastic time! I was a little apprehensive to let him off leash, because I've read that Huskies are genetically inclined to run and wander, but I threw caution to the wind and got to see my dog have what might have been the best time of his life. He swam, and ran, frolicked in the water, chased tennis balls, fetched sticks, stole frisbees, and ran like the wind along the Huntington Beach coast. He didn't run away and got along gloriously with the other pups at the beach. I'm so glad we went and this won't be our last visit for sure. I think it's safe to say that Newman's life has improved over the past few months. And so has mine.

I think one of the reason's that people connect so well with dogs is that dogs remind us of simple fun and enjoyment. Seeing your pet get so much enjoyment and satisfaction out of chasing a ball or frolicking around in some water sort of reminds us of the simple pleasures, and that fun doesn't have to be so complex. I'm sure having children is the ultimate reminder of this. I guess I could go on all day about that, but I won't. It was a good time at the beach.

Got home, applied for some more jobs, cooked a nice lunch, and gave Newman a bath. Then read for a little while and took a nap. It was a glorious, luxurious nap at the perfect time of day. 4:30 to 6 pm right before the sun sets to right after. Since our windows are always open you fall asleep in the warmth of the afternoon and wake up in the cool of the evening. I wish I could nap like this every day.

After the nap it was on to the theater with Johnette to see Revolutionary Road, the new Sam Mendez flick with Kate and Leo. It was a good, heady film, and another comment on suburban life, much like American Beauty, only set in the 50s. It was a very verbose film, most of the longer scenes drawn out in one location, and it felt like it should have been a play. Brought up some interesting concepts though and stimulated some interesting conversation between Johnny and I on the drive home.

In the words of Ice Cube:

Today I didn't even have to use my A.K. I gotta say it was a good day. Oooh Waauuu.

I'm baaaaaack.

Well hello friends,

It's been quite a while since I've written or even felt the urge to write actually. Things have been all out of sorts here in sunny California. A good friend of mine, and my roommate's sister, Renee Green passed away on January 7th. Since my life is heavily steeped in that of the one I keep quarters with, this has been quite and upsetting and confusing time. Renee was 35, vivacious, funny, witty, beautiful, and smart, a magnetic person to be around. Her death was a shock an has left us with questions about life, about Renee, and about ourselves. Her death has changed all of us who knew her for better or worse, in my case for the better, because I at least had the opportunity to know her. My roommate and close friend Johnette was her sister, her best friend, and confidante. How wonderful for two sisters to have that closeness between them, and how sad to have it taken away so quickly. It doesn't seem fair or make much sense, but it happened and it's real.

Two days after my friend's death, my brother and his best friend (Neal, who is like a brother) flew in to Huntington for a visit they had planned months ago. It was wonderful to have his company, and I made sure to give him a big hug and tell him that I loved him. We had a good visit, some good laughs, did some exploring and some good old fashioned bro/sis chill time like in the old days of Nintendo marathons. One good thing that comes out of death is that we are reminded not to take the living for granted.

I'm sad because my wonderful and giving friend Johnette won't have opportunities like this anymore with her own sister. But I'm happy to have Renee in my heart, and delight in thinking that maybe she's still around us, watching us act out our lives, free of the mortal coil and happy to be wherever she is. I definitely know that certain parts of her are in parts of us, and live on that way and that is comforting.

So after a few weeks my roommate has returned and I'm slowly starting to feel normal again. Our home has felt a little cold with what has happened and with her absence. I felt like the wind was knocked out of me for a while and maybe now I can start slowly getting back to business. It feels good to write, and it feels good to think about my friend being in a happy place, laughing at us. In all of our recockulousness*

Love you Renee. We'll miss you.

I'll be working for the script of "Just Us Girls" in your honor.

*One of Renee's favorite words

Meatballs and Shiraz

I think it was college time that my bro introduced me to Van Morrison's album, Astral Weeks...one of my favorite tunes from ye olde Van. I discovered that most of his You Tube stuff has been stamped and protected. Wish there was some more colorful, older video available, but alas, the song it is still good, yes?



Another video by an artist I tend to liiiike. Mr. Tim Fite.

C C C Camouflage. It's haaard to seeeee.



My feet hurt. But that's neither here nor there.

And also, for those who believe in true love like me...well, there is hope for at least 10% of us...click here to read how and why:

http://women.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/women/relationships/article5439805.ece

Good to be Back, Jack

It's good to be back in the Cali, working and such, Christmas behind us, starting a New Year, continuing on an adventure. It was sunny here today for most of the day. It's been quite a rainy winter here in the OC, and quite cold as well. So it was a refreshing change to drive to work in the sunshine. I take the Pacific Coast Highway, or PCH as we call it to and from work and it's a beautiful and inspiring little trek to my silly little waitress job each day. That nice little drive is one of the reasons I moved here though...Not only is it refreshing to have a change of scenery, where everything is new, and fun to take in, but it is breathtakingly beautiful in such a different way than Texas is beautiful. Today as I drove home I looked to the left and the sun was setting and there was this wonderful heavenly sandwich of clouds around the setting sun. I took a deep breath and a long exhale. That little moment of serenity makes up for the slight discomfort this relocation has caused. I wish I had my camera with me in the car today so I could have shown you. Oh well, there will be more sunsets.

How about some comedy? Anyone?