Give a Spider some Scissors....

Travelled into the city yesterday. I decided enough was enough and I would go to see the woman who has cut my hair since I was 13 (yes: thirteen). Got on a nassty BART car: as someone apparently felt that their snack must be shared with the poor hungry BART seats and apples and peanut butter are the bART seats favoritist goody. (As I said nasssty).

I get off at Powell street and walk up past the cablecar turnaround, the DSW, the huge Victoria Secret across from the equally huge Disney store and get to Sutter. I go in to the store front and walk up and find out that the salon she is in in is one more floor up so after three flights I arrive. And she starts hacking away. This pleases me enormously. When I ask for a Brooksie A-line I want a Brooksie A-line not a slanted 70's c curve which is what I have been given the last two times I've gotten my haircut.

I feel so lite!

Afterwards I go to the book store and find two reads: History of the Ancient World, Susan Wise Bauer and Twenty Years After, Alexander Dumas. Then I go back to the BART station feeling all pleased and there's this guy who insists on invading my personal space to try and sell me a BART ticket I do not want nor do I need and as he will not get out of my face I have to tell him:
"Look! I just want to get my ticket without being bothered!" And after staring at him and not moving he takes a hint.

I can then get my ticket and go down to the platform and board a train where I am promptly surrounded by men in suits, with wireless laptops at the ready, headed home.
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I am still reading Perdido Street Station but as of today I have less than eighty pages to go. Mind, they are tight packed tiny font pages but - I have hopes that the Good Fairies of New York may be started tonight.

In order to accomplish this near feat of concluding the feast fest of slake-moths and oneirotic Clotho like spiders I went to a cafe and latched onto one of the comfy red chairs. Got me a lunch and a drink and settled right in. Then, how odd, I don't remember anything sharpish in my food stuffs. Hmmm, I don't recall hearing any bone like cracking. Why then does one tooth feel jagged and the other not?

Guess along with a visit to my familiar hair stylist it's time for a visit to my familiar dentist. Seems part of a molar has dissolved leaving a ten year old (most likely older say 12?14?) filling to hold up the fort on one side. *sigh*
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hallowed hollow

Happy Hallowe'en!

Today was a major celebration day in the sense that it was all halloween all day. I am still adjusting to the school culture so I wasn't quite prepared for so much but that's okay. Now I will know for next year and already have a few ideas in mind.

I dressed as Edna St. Vincent Millay. There were all sorts of guesses for what I was when I arrived, from butterfly to witch :) I wore a 1918 black lace panel dress I bought years ago from a store in lower Haight (which doesn't exist any nore) a broadbrimmed black hat with flowers and a burgandy velvet calf length coat with those infamous shoes of the 4inch heels.

Quite fun but my feet are very happy we are at home now *g*
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I finished reading the Mark of Zorro yesterday and started From Russia with Love***CV

CV Bobs Her Hair

Frederick Allen wrote two books about the 1920's that I really enjoyed. Each volume was like reading a newspaper of the times. I currently own a dress that I found in a thrift shop that is dated 1918 and I have worn it to clubs, to graduations, to weddings.... I adore Erte and I have books about the choreographers Miss Ruth and Ted Shawn, as well as Clara Bow, Lillian Gish, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Martha Graham, Louise Brooks, the Keystone Cops,etc. When I finally got around to reading F. Scott Fitzgerald I devoured everything I could find and I believe my collection is now complete.

There are days when I really just want to Charleston. Today is one of them.

I wish my "sister" Louise was here.****CV