Saturday, March 28, 2009

Earth Hour

Tonight I plan on celebrating Earth Hour for the first time. If you don't know already, you're supposed to shut out your lights from 8:30 to 9:30 p.m. tonight. Even the Las Vegas Srip will be dark for this hour. I plan on lighting a bunch of candles to put around my apartment, maybe have some wine and take a bubble bath. People do much funner things though: like street parties and candlelit speed dating! I think it would be neat if every household/store practiced this, if even the street lights were shut off. We could walk around the streets in the complete darkness, with the sky clear and thick with visible stars, and just enjoy the serenity of that kind of desert (between the rapings and muggings of course). Or, we could go up in a hot air balloon and watch the lights go off one by one until it felt like we didn't exist anymore, and were just floating through an endless dark ocean.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

"And all disheveled wandering stars"

There is something about the first day of spring that makes me intensely, unabashedly happy. I feel like this time of year is the real start to the new year, since my birthday is around here and the flowers start blooming and the blood in peoples bodies start moving again after a long and cold winter. There is a small garden I used to go to, where they have a honeybee hive, and I learned about how bees survive the winter. All the bees in the colony formed a furry ball around the queen bee, and they rotated continually throughout the winter to keep her warm. At the end of winter all the bees died, but the queen survived. When I heard this, I thought: that is exactly how my winter went. Well, the little bees that kept me warm did not die, exactly, but you understand what I mean.

I went to Paris and Venice for the most amazing honeymoon like vacation with my beloved, Liz. Paris was a gustatory delight, even the rifraf enjoyed delicacies:

I also discovered that I adore puppets:

One of the highlights of the trip was having a full afternoon cooking lesson with a real live French chef. He taught us how to make a fabulous meal including shrimps in a salad (that's not the official name), pears soaked in red wine, and this stewy thing that was yum. Afterwards, we were so turned on we had to go shopping for lingerie.