writer's strike

yeah yeah. i go on those all the time. the damn wga nor the dga has/have sent me a royalty in ages. ;) aint it funny how nervous conan gets, tho/ ;) apparently-- so ive heard. all my pop culture is apparent, i dont interface all that much. ok. except, im insane on winehouse, amy. esp back to black, that's a fact. my friend amber made me up a mix tape of her stuff and been listening. cant tell you how tired i am of not having the proper backing band.... we could write shit in action in rehearsal, for god's sake.

anyway, that's not it. im reading, actually. was recommended to read a book by a network chiropractor i recently met, getting off the table, i saw this really pretty cover. it had food and flowers and prayer beads on it, caro mio. oh yEAHH. so i checked out the title while she was looking at her calendar for our next appt and asked her about it.

keith over at the northern trattoria located in the belly of whole foods on 5th & lamar made us up a plate to share of risotto and smoked mushrooms with a little black truffle oil.

and there you have the reason this book caught my eye: not only because ive been looking for another love (book) but it involved all three of my favorite things: love, food and spiritual journeying. as in, travel, both outer and inner. badASS. yes. so im happy again, and ive only just started it.

im a freak for travel memoir as a genre, esp when it involves great humor and sex and food. wow. theroux, fallaci, nin, wharton, kincaid, crichton, bowles, mayes, bryson, goldberg, pirsig, dinesen, attenborough and that irish lady who writes about travelling around on her bicycle. (think im missin my library.) and really, this whole book is about her conversation with god. yeah, me likey. i may even not have to write about my divorce, she's got it so covered here:

"we were weary in that way that only couples whose marriage is collapsing can be weary. we had the eyes of refugees."

anyway, been taking out the gibson for some musical journeying a bit more. it needed it, it was angry, if a guitar can be. and it doesnt like the cold, so its been angry AND cold, two very bad things to leave a guitar in for long alone, much like a woman.

plus and ps, book people had good n plenty. so the world has not yet officially ended.