Stimulus

So I went to the Laguna Art Museum Auction Saturday evening. I've never been to a live auction before and I have to say that watching artists watch their work getting bid on, or not can be a depressing thing, which is probably why the booze were free. Nothing however, explains the strange warm chocolate bread pudding thing with nasty vodka whipped cream that tasted wonderful for free.

I have to say I have finally figured out how to enjoy myself at these things. I simply don't acknowledge that people are there to talk about art. I talk to people about other things. Anything really. The shape of a fish when it is scaled and cut in half for example. (Oh damn, that was an artist describing his work. Time to throw in some random statement to change the topic)

I've begun to take this line for granted living in LA:

"Sooo, you're an actress right?"

I almost laughed out loud. I think people are actually relieved when you tell them you are not. That you are not in "the industry"... although in a way, I guess I am.

Here's a picture at one of these art things, at the Brea Art Gallery I think.

smile,

Poppy

Codliver Oil

I absolutely despise the piano. That is to say, I absolutely despise the piano except when it helps me with harmony. Damn those things that are good for you but so bitter going down.

sweet dreams,

(if they don't involve ivory keys)

Poppy

American Football

Sunday's never turn out the way you expected.

It began with love and laundry. Interesting that both can be described as clean and dirty. Then there was the bakery. I knew the seeded rye bread would be perfect for French Toast. I am rarely wrong when it comes to food. People shouldn't argue with me. French toast - anise, cloves, fennel, cinnamon, and cardamon, yogurt, cream cheese, vanilla, fresh blueberries, blackberries, sliced ripe peaches. The French sure know how to do breakfast. After all, it is the most important meal of the day.

N came over for my theory lesson. Amazingly it is starting to click. "Don't ask questions" says N. Sometimes these little miracles do happen.

We went out to run some errands around 3:45pm The streets were eerily empty. Suddenly, screams of ecstasy exploded from a white cookie cutter house across the street. Then another, then another. Suddenly it dawned on me - Superbowl Sunday.