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Last night we had a delicious dinner at La Brissa, made even better with the arrival of our friends James and Stephen. Much delicious food was eaten, new salsa tried. (Mike had enchiladas, one with a suiza sauce and the other with an incredible, thick pecan sauce that I want to put on everything ever. I've never had it before!) WE enjoyed the music of Johnny Deftone, who plays covers of all kinds of stuff, including some of our favorite songs.
James and Stephen recently went on a trip, and they brought back this incredible present for us. It is the carefully cleaned and mounted skeleton of a bat, encased in a lucite brick. It's quite beautiful and amazing, so one can see the fragile, transulenct bones of the wings. Mike and I are going to find some awesome way to mount it up and have it lit for display.
On the subject of completely awesome home decor, the mail brought me some gorgeous prints of pears taken by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sykii. I am so excited to find frames for them and a place to hang them. Maybe over my chair. They have this sort of coppery, summer glow.
Last night we watched the bonus discs of the Beavis & Butthead box sets, via Netflix. There were lots of interviews with Mike Judge, writers, Kurt Loder, music videos they watched, promo spots with Snoop Dogg. Basically it made me feel about fourteen again, but in a really happy way. (Kurt Loder, I'll always have a special place in my heart for your unflappable sardonic charm.) Mike and I stayed up late talking about the real era of MTV, 1990s pop culture, the death of Kurt Cobain and other stuff. It's weird that there are only two years difference between us, but it might as well be a decade in terms of our popular culture exposure.
Because I felt so nostalgic, I went to the grocery store and bought all the junk food we used to buy on weekends for staying up all night playing gin, listening to music, watching MTV or cable access, running around in the dark. Chips, tostitos salsa in a jar, pecan sandies, marshmallow pinwheels, Mountain Dew. Today we're going to watch all the Beavis and Butthead ever, and maybe some Aeon Flux and maybe some Liquid Television bits. I miss that show, and would buy the whole thing if they would put it out on DVD. (There was a minor release on VHS and a "best of" on dvd, but both are long out of print.) I've never forgotten sitting at the table and watching the surreal, haunting spectacle of "The Running Man" from Neo Tokyo. That short has haunted me for years.
Any day where walking outside causes my glasses to immediately fog over is fired. So weather, you are fired.
Before the day's revel in bizarre and ground breaking TV, I'll read some Serious Business Literature. And eat a little bit of vegetable.
James and Stephen recently went on a trip, and they brought back this incredible present for us. It is the carefully cleaned and mounted skeleton of a bat, encased in a lucite brick. It's quite beautiful and amazing, so one can see the fragile, transulenct bones of the wings. Mike and I are going to find some awesome way to mount it up and have it lit for display.
On the subject of completely awesome home decor, the mail brought me some gorgeous prints of pears taken by
sykii. I am so excited to find frames for them and a place to hang them. Maybe over my chair. They have this sort of coppery, summer glow. Last night we watched the bonus discs of the Beavis & Butthead box sets, via Netflix. There were lots of interviews with Mike Judge, writers, Kurt Loder, music videos they watched, promo spots with Snoop Dogg. Basically it made me feel about fourteen again, but in a really happy way. (Kurt Loder, I'll always have a special place in my heart for your unflappable sardonic charm.) Mike and I stayed up late talking about the real era of MTV, 1990s pop culture, the death of Kurt Cobain and other stuff. It's weird that there are only two years difference between us, but it might as well be a decade in terms of our popular culture exposure.
Because I felt so nostalgic, I went to the grocery store and bought all the junk food we used to buy on weekends for staying up all night playing gin, listening to music, watching MTV or cable access, running around in the dark. Chips, tostitos salsa in a jar, pecan sandies, marshmallow pinwheels, Mountain Dew. Today we're going to watch all the Beavis and Butthead ever, and maybe some Aeon Flux and maybe some Liquid Television bits. I miss that show, and would buy the whole thing if they would put it out on DVD. (There was a minor release on VHS and a "best of" on dvd, but both are long out of print.) I've never forgotten sitting at the table and watching the surreal, haunting spectacle of "The Running Man" from Neo Tokyo. That short has haunted me for years.
Any day where walking outside causes my glasses to immediately fog over is fired. So weather, you are fired.
Before the day's revel in bizarre and ground breaking TV, I'll read some Serious Business Literature. And eat a little bit of vegetable.