Yay Friday

I should be drafting/painting swatches but instead I'll blog...

Last night I sold John's desk to a very nice British lady who called the trunk of her car "the boot." Oh colloquialisms. Soon globalization will eradicate all those regional eccentricities, homogenizing societies worldwide. And then we'll all die from inhaling toxic emissions, or drown in melted glaciers. I'm putting those around the same time on my TIME LINE OF THE FUTURE.

Today I got up and (as usual) immediately put on the radio while I turned this internet machine on to check my email. The Jackson Five were being played....kind of strange programing for Morning Becomes Eclectic PS: Nick Harcourt can suck it. So I immediately thought "Hmmm...maybe Michael Jackson died last night." But no, they were just plugging Motown's Remix anthology record thing that's coming out soon. But then I realized, someday Michael Jackson will die. Within my lifetime, assuming no horrendous accident/ terminal illness gets me before I'm ready to go. How will the world respond to the death of Michael Jackson? He's pretty much blown it for himself PR wise for, what, the last two decades? But he's also beloved by many. And kiddy fiddler or not, he made some sweet-ass music. That's right, sweet-ass. We have his greatest hits album permanently in the car, cause what else would you want to listen to when you're stuck on the 10? Or the 405. Or Santa Monica Blvd. Or Olympic. Or Sunset. Maybe the Shins, but MJ has way more sticking power. Kiddy fiddler or not.

In other news, Catalina Island is on fire. That makes me sad. That whole eco-system will be totally eradicated. It'll recover, but it won't be the same. And now there's going to be a shit load of reconstruction, and that's never good for the environment either. Especially since everything's going to be shipped in via boat--emissions, emissions, emissions. "Emissions" is the word of the day. Griffith park is also all burned up now. And on Wednesday I almost burned this apartment down. "Fire" is the theme of the week.

Today is my little sister's 19th birthday. She is getting old. But being grown-up together is pretty fun.

Okay, I'm not going to write any more because I'm getting really boring. Bye everybody! (Bye, Dr Nick!)

always, carolyn