Karan-a-go-go

Wow.  I’m feeling so blue that I think my  doldrums deserve a post.  I mean… I’m not whining and complaining or wanting to put something on Facebook so that people can alternately give me ((((((hugs)))))) or tell me that I should be practicing gratitude or whatever it is people tell people who post maudlin status updates.  I just feel melancholy, like I can’t wait to go home and be with my kids and my boyfriend and my dog and even my annoying (but very cute) cat.  

I miss my friend Fred.  He was here for over a week and it was great- plus, we actually accomplished something and that felt awesome.  Now he’s headed back to sunny Florida which sounds great except that he lives in the most depressing city ever.  According to some bullshit item in Men’s Health. I don’t even see how that’s possible, Men’s Health.  I mean, the climate is mild, the beaches are beautiful…  and you rank Lincoln, NE as one of the least sad cities?!  I was in Lincoln, Nebraska for 48 hours once and I wanted to curl up in my hotel bathtub with a shotgun.

But, I digress.

I just miss Fred.  I wish my sister would fall in love with him and then they’d get married so that Fred could come to the family reunion every year.  Also, Christmas- he’d be really good at the gift exchange.

Last night, he and I presented our written, but still to be filmed, web show Bad Reception for consideration at the Arts Council’s Square Meal fundraiser.  Square Meal is a really cool mini-grant program that gets the community directly involved in funding the arts.  Check out the link if you get a chance.

Our presentation went really well and we got words of encouragement from a local filmmaker and offers of help, but we lost the mini-grant to a play about domestic violence called Battered, Not Broken.  Honestly (and objectively) their presentation was not as organized or informative, but the subject matter and speakers were emotionally compelling.  I hope the play does well and I also hope that Fred and I will be brave enough to try our presentation again.  It was a really awesome experience.

The only other thing I have going on today is that I’m starving for lunch, but don’t want to go get it.  I don’t even want to walk downstairs to pick up something that’s delivered. I think I’ll post that on Facebook and hope that someone submits it to whitewhine.com.

xo,

a go go

P.S.  If a certain writer/musician/video impresario/journalist is reading this, I hope he will feel compelled to check his Facebook messages and make sure he’s responded to all of them because perhaps he didn’t see the one where I said IN LOUD WORDS, “CALL ME!”

I pay a million dollars for this website and I neglect the hell out of it.  Whassup wit dat?

Okay, actually, I don’t pay a million.  I pay, like, eighty bucks for the domain name per year.  But, still.  Why pay that if I’m not going to live here, right? 

So, I need to step it up a bit.  I know I’ve said that before, but this time I really, really mean it.  And, I totally DO intend to sing still.  I just need some time to lose a few pounds or else I will have to sew several flags together in order to cover my entire body.

In other news, my friend Fred is visiting from Florida.  I’m super happy about that because he is actually one of my best friends and I don’t often see him in real life.  Last night, I tried to get a big group of in-town friends together for dinner at Pies n’ Pints so that we could talk about art and politics and philosophy- I was thinking Capitol Street as the Left Bank.  It ended up that only a few friends could make it, but the ones that did really brought their A game in terms of convo. 

When we got home, we watched Martha Marcy May Marlene which I thought was pretty good until I realized that I kept waiting for the plot to develop, or thicken, or do anything.  Actually, at the beginning of this rehash of last night’s events, I had forgotten that we even watched the movie, so overshadowed was it by what we watched afterward- the Wild Wonderful Whites of West Virginia. 

Oh.  My.  God.

I don’t even know what to say about it.  Go.  Watch it.  See for yourself.

Tonight, West Virginia (which I guess some guy at ESPN thinks is still part of Virginia) is playing in the Orange Bowl.  The first thing I want to say about this is that I’m happy there’s a bowl that still has a normal name.  And, secondly, I am super excited to watch the game at home with my guy and my babies.  Which is to say that I’m super excited to lie on the couch and face in the general direction of the TV while I doze off.

xo,
a go go

If you’re out there reading, thanks for that.  I miss my little blog when I don’t write in (on?) it.