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Monday, March 15th, 1999

Where to begin??
First of all, the CD. If any of you don't read Mary Anne's journal, you haven't heard, and I get to be the one to tell you about it. Mary Anne and I are making a CD of erotic readings. Poetry and fiction, plus the joint piece "Carol Throws a Party". Steve here at work has offered not only his equipment, but his expertise as well (although I think Mary Anne thinks he's going to do much more than he is). It's a hobby of his, and he said he was happy to help out. He's such a sweet guy; I'm lucky I work with such cool, talented people!

But I already have a couple of problems with this project.

First, let me just say that my superstitious nature doesn't like talking about this so far in advance of when it's actually going to happen. And taking orders for it right now seems very premature. Hell, we don't even know how long it's going to be, or how long it's going to take to get the recordings right and mix it down and burn the CDs. There's so much we don't know about this project; the idea itself is only a few days old! I'm probably being a Nervous Nellie, but, y'know, don't count yer chickens before they're hatched!

Then there's the question of what to read. Mary Anne came up with the idea of choosing our own pieces but having veto power over the other's choices. Ok. Well, I'll be reading "Feeding Time at the Ego Zoo", "Golden Apples" and the water story, if I get it revised and titled properly in time. That's about it for longer fiction pieces for me ("Statue of a Nymph" is also possible, but that's so short it's been called a prose poem).

Then there's the veto power thing. There's only one story of Mary Anne's that I know of that bothers me, and of course that's the one that's already been requested and is the only one she's sure she wants on there, "Esthely Blue". David and I already had a long talk about this, and I know I'm being irrational, but that piece just tweaks me. And what's weird, is that, in my opinion, it's one of her best. This is just a very personal reaction, and I don't know how to deal with this. I don't want to make myself unpopular by using my veto power over her readers' favorite, but I also don't want to have a CD where I have to skip a track everytime I play it (or risk feeling oatmealy and uncontrollably jealous and sick). Argh! Any advice (aside from therapy, which is the only good idea I have right now)?

Ok, on to a more normal entry.

Last night I finally bought my plane tickets for Kellie and Brian's wedding. What a relief. I scheduled it so I'd have the maximum amount of time there, with a redeye Thursday night and a return flight that'll get me home after my bedtime on Monday. It'll be good to see everyone, if a little frustrating because of the brevity of the visit.

David and I ate dinner, then went back to my place where we went on another snail hunt. They come out at night, you know, and it's much creepier looking for the slimy things in the dark...uuugh. David did the slaughter work again (my hero!), while I peeked under leaves (with my gloves on). I'm contemplating hiring the neighborhood kids to come in once a week for snail gathering...offer 5 cents a snail (which will add up quick, believe me). Plus it'll get me in good with the kids.

We then rescued the drowning basil plants. We'd planted them in one of Sharon's planters, and we hadn't noticed that the drainage plugs had not been popped out. After yesterday's rain (I didn't come home all day Sunday) they were choking under an inch or so of water! Poor yellowing babies! We decided that it was time, and we turned some potting soil into the ground and transplanted the basil into a neat front row of our garden.

The garden is so cute now! Here's a rough diagram (from back to front; spinach is misspelled on purpose so it fits with the other plant names):

peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas peas
(future home of the tomatoes)
spinch spinch spinch spinch spinch spinch
basil basil basil basil basil basil dill

Well, that didn't work very well! Hrm. And this iMac doesn't have a paint program, damn.

Anyhow, the little rows make it look legitimate. We took a picture last Sunday, and we're going to take one every Sunday, to mark the progress. (It was David's idea). I'll try to scan them in here, if you're interested. Make my own "garden journal" maybe.

Was chatting with Aron and Sharon (I love that I like my household now) when the phone rang. Shel! I haven't spoken with Shel since January, and it was so good to hear her voice. And she had the best news: she's applying for internships in San Francisco! She's been in chef's school for almost a year now (it's a double-time program) and she wants to concentrate on desserts. And, since she has excellent taste, she wants to do it at some of the fanciest restaurants in SF. I hopehopehope she gets one of them, 'cause that'll mean 6 weeks of hanging out with Shel (she'll stay at my place, of course)! Oh, I hardly want to hope too much, it would be so nice having her around again. We used to have the best time, taking long walks, hanging out, going out drinking and especially boogie-ing! She and I used to take over the little hick bars in Franklin, putting on every Grateful Dead tune in the jukebox and dancing up and down along the narrow bar. I can imagine the fun we'd have together in the Bay Area (I'll have to save up for her visit, as we tend to shop and spend lots of money going out). In fact, ever since I've been out here, I've been pining for her particular brand of "let's go have fun!" friendship. Keep your fingers crossed for her.
Then David and I had a long talk. Then I went to bed, much much later than I expected.
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