Wednesday, April 30, 2008


I went out running*, and saw a beautiful one-armed man. One and a half, technically. But he was so beautiful. He was out running** too, shirtless. Beautiful in that typical but haphazard Southern Californian way, with a deep tan, unruly locks, and shimmery blue eyes.

I was mesmerized both by his attractiveness, but also by his lack of a lower left arm. He had an iPod strapped to his right arm. It always takes both my hands to secure an iPod. I guess I always take things like that for granted. But it all evens out. I'm sure he takes for granted that he's beautiful.

I also noticed that the still wrapped o.b. brand tampon that I saw a couple days ago in the grass off the side of Ocean Blvd had begun blooming. All those mornings of warm dewy freshness, I guess. I'm going to have to check up on it in a few days. Surely no one will pick it up. It is a most inappropriate and suspect sort of flower; blossoming, nonetheless.

*or rather, walking determinedly, with alternating spurts of jogging and occasional panicked sprinting.
** actually running.

Friday, April 18, 2008

Cool Picture Friday

So I was talking to my brother, Sam, on the phone last weekend our conversation went something like this:

Sam: You know the David?
Sara: Yes, of course.
Sam: Who did it?
Sara: Michaelangelo.
Sam: Correct. And it sucks.
Sara: WHAT?
Sam: Look at his hands. Too big. All kinds of problems. Bernini. Do a Google Image search on Bernini.

So I did. Whoah.

Here is a closeup on the above.

Excuse me. I'll be in the shower.

Monday, April 7, 2008

Antarctic Acoustics

I have trouble doing my assistant editor job while listening to music, but reading and replying to story after (terrible) story quickly becomes drudgery. So now I pretend to be a scientist instead! I downloaded a live streaming recording of whatever it is that happens in the Antarctic Ocean from here. The recordings are transmitted for observation and study to GERMANY! Crazy.

Not a whole lot happens, but the website warns you to be aware of sudden very loud events!

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Are you serious?

That is what I asked the evil lady who works at the Venice Family Clinic's Pharmacy when she told me it was okay that they no longer carried Advair, because they were going to give me Azmacort instead! Oh, really?! I just happen to be fatally allergic to Azmacort, which you might have known had to you read my medical records.

I am currently labouring under a semi-severe asthma attack and holding my breath while Valerie's sister FedExes me some of her extra Advair. (Talk about a serious blessing.) So yeah, I am missing rehearsals, classes, and possibly miderms and performances. I am always operating under the illusion that I am a strong and hardy wench. When in fact I am a delicate flower spun from corn silk and dragonfly wings! Take away my medication and I burn up in atmosphere.

At least I was able to make it to my digital art/design class to work on my Bowie portrait in Illustrat0r. Way more fun than a stapler. He's not done, but he's still more than fine; he's super fine.