November 27th, 2006

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three away

This week they say that balmy days fade away by week's end into winter nights. I had a quiet day yesterday, with the highlight being a walk around the little park pond. I had good news at Weight Watchers--I lost three pounds during Thanksgiving week. This places me at 78 pounds lost overall since May 2005, and it also places me three pounds from my goal weight. In the time since last Thanksgiving, I have lost over 30 pounds. I am at the point in which it all comes a good bit more slowly than in the heady early days, but I have every optimism that by the end of March I'll have achieved my goal of hitting the target weight and then maintaining for the six week period required to be a "lifetime member" in the Weight Watchers program. We'll see.

Our cable company recently added the Bravo channel, no doubt to make up for some essential channel they removed. I like Bravo, and in particular I've enjoyed the holiday weekend reruns of Project Runway. I wish I had some skill or craft like the ability to make clothes or quilts or play an instrument. I admire stick-to-it-tive-ness.
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Today proved a busy work day, but I was pleased to pick up Thanksgiving pictures that made me happy. I am not a profound photographer--indeed, I am not profoundly anything, other than profoundly intermittently boring--but some of the family photos turned out to be charming indeed.

The Christmas season officially began for me today, because the Live 365 netradio site has begun to carry it annual "Cracked Christmas Show", which features, among many other songs, my solo kazoo version of "We Wish You a Merry Christmas". I know so much more about recording now than I did when I recorded this album, but I am not sure I have ever kazoo'd a classic with more flair.

My blitz chess is on the decline, but I'm still feeling optimistic about the New Year. I'm working on critical decisions now--like rockport v. port isabel, and which delights of the mind better candy? I met a woman with a dog named Praline, but my dog has Dante in her nomenclature.

I felt a bit bashful today because I saw a really cool set of infrared cheap goggles that I felt I simply must have, for their color-morphing splendor, only to notice, after I won, that the "x-ray goggles" were advertised as all-seeing as they supposedly enhance the fundamental transparency of life. I have no desire to see through anything or any body, although I imagine, sometimes, I have a penetrating glance. I just like to see the colors bleed and extrude and illuminate and irradiate, all Curie curious, without the radioactive side effects. I promise, when goggles arrive, to look only at inanimate objects--and the sky.

I feel a need for slide whistle lessons or a seminar in clown school, but I will settle for answered e mails and diligent hard work.