Ego Art

Don't ask why I was searching for "Heather" on Wikipedia (okay, okay...it was pure ego surfing), but came across this painting, circa 1909, by an English artist named William R. Symonds.

It is entitled, plainly, "Heather". In 1909? I think that is SO COOL. Plus it's a very sweet picture. And my birthday is August 22, if anyone wants to get me a print.

Stay At Home Thinker

Was listening to NPR this morning and recalled a story told me by my "West Coast Mom" (mother of my best friend from university, lives in Vancouver, B.C.). On a trip up there once, I was mildly lamenting the fact that often it seems that being a stay-at-home mom garners you about three minutes of "hm...interesting" at parties, and then it's on to someone with a more glamorous 9 to 5. She patted me on the shoulder and said, "well, Heather, I had a similar feeling back when Camille and Peter were young, and then I actually ended up at an event where a male family friend told me that he much preferred to talk to stay-at-home mothers because they listened to CBC all day!"

I certainly felt a lot better about things after that, but also realized, I'm more of a driving-in-the-car-endlessly thinker. This whole stay at home thing is a LIE.

If You Were On Meth, You'd Be Kathy Griffin

This was said to me tonight.

By my own husband.

O Fortuna

So we went to the symphony last night (Gene had bought me season tix for my birthday this year, whoo him), and it was quite a production. The San Francisco Symphony,
San Francisco Symphony Chorus, Pacific Boy Choir, and the San Francisco Girls' Chorus...what could it be but Carl Orff's "Carmina Burana"?

And oh, it was good. It also reminded me of how delightfully raunchy these poems are, particularly when you realize they were written well before the oh, 16th century, let's say? I posit that kids would take a more intense interest in classical music if one used "Carmina Burana" to introduce it.

Waiting in the parking lot afterwards as other cars inched past us, we watched an interesting confrontation unfold. Seems two Mercedes and their requisite drivers were in a debate as to who was supposed to be in front of whom, and so they just decided to well, drive parallel to each other, yelling simultaneously. No one was giving an inch, and those two cars were cutting pretty dang close to each other in an effort, I guess, to get the other to be the "chicken". Finally the car on the right gave in, albeit sourly, but it really made us laugh. This is the kind of behavior I expect out of 17 year old boys, not wealthy middle aged San Francisco symphony goers. Still, it was great post-theatre entertainment, and really illustrated the first line of "Carmina Burana"..."O, Fortuna...".

Yep.