The Visible Woman...August 23, 2003

It seems odd to be proud of something being not something else. But that's all the rage in home stuff these days. And there were other little "I'm not what I seem" moments, too.

We went to a home products show today. You know how they sell gutters and windows and cookware and patio covers and all that? Well they had not paint and not metal and not stained glass. What these things were not was a selling point. I guess. The not metal was plastic and it was a fence. I don't think I'd like to have it. The paint that wasn't and the stained glass that wasn't I wasn't so sure about.

There was a carny atmosphere, too, with guys selling 'magic' brooms and mops and cookware and knives and equipment to become independently wealthy selling screen printed shirts. That sort of feeling that the products will save the world until you walk away with them.

Later we tried to go to an AGLIFF movie. They moved us from one theater to another, played thirty minutes of the film with bad sound and told us to change theaters again to start over. Then they didn't open the doors. It seemed like it was going to be a good movie but we were hungry and figured we were going to get lots hungrier before the movie ever got shown. We booked out a fire exit.

Everything about our meal at Lambert's (reservation-less we sat at the bar) but the cork in the bottle which I think was made of real cork but slurried and formed. Or maybe not. But things just not being what they seemed had gotten under my skin.

The real fish and vegies and wine made that fakey feeling go away. At home, in bed with my book, I flipped around on the television and found, quite my accident, a pretty credible Gay and Lesbian movie. So I ended up watching something in that thematic vein in spite of the technical snafu at the theater.

Saturday, August 23, 2003

A Journal from Austin, Texas. A Project of LBFFP Stealth Publishing.
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circa 1946...my sister Sarah plays with a dollhouse	not something else It seems odd to be proud of something being not something else. But that's all the rage in home stuff these days. And there were other little "I'm not what I seem" moments, too. We went to a home products show today. You know how they sell gutters and windows and cookware and patio covers and all that? Well they had not paint and not metal and not stained glass. What these things were not was a selling point. I guess. The not metal was plastic and it was a fence. I don't think I'd like to have it. The paint that wasn't and the stained glass that wasn't I wasn't so sure about. There was a carny atmosphere, too, with guys selling 'magic' brooms and mops and cookware and knives and equipment to become independently wealthy selling screen printed shirts. That sort of feeling that the products will save the world until you walk away with them. Later we tried to go to an AGLIFF movie. They moved us from one theater to another, played thirty minutes of the film with bad sound and told us to change theaters again to start over. Then they didn't open the doors. It seemed like it was going to be a good movie but we were hungry and figured we were going to get lots hungrier before the movie ever got shown. We booked out a fire exit. Everything about our meal at Lambert's (reservation-less we sat at the bar) but the cork in the bottle which I think was made of real cork but slurried and formed. Or maybe not. But things just not being what they seemed had gotten under my skin. The real fish and vegies and wine made that fakey feeling go away. At home, in bed with my book, I flipped around on the television and found, quite my accident, a pretty credible Gay and Lesbian movie. So I ended up watching something in that thematic vein in spite of the technical snafu at the theater.
JUST TYPING I'm not. Many things. Does that define What I might be?
		Food Diary. About 11:45pm [34th Stree Cafe] Chinese Hack Salad. (Greens, red peppers, purple cabbage, those crispy Asian noodles, grilled chicken and a pepper sauce.) [Ed. note: I smelled French Fries. I wanted them. I saw people eating sandwiches and wanted that, too. But I have to eat better, don't I?] *About 4pm* 4 slices turkey bacon 2 3/4 ounce pieces of Laughing Cow cheese and a little bit of other cheese a couple of chips *About 9pm* *[Lambert's]* two small pieces of bread and butter a chunk of pate (lamb, chese, etc.) as big as my hand with olives and gerkins and cheese (!) and little toasts (3) macadamia-encrusted grilled swordfish and haricots verts, steamed spinach, bok choy and a little rice pilaf 1/2 bottle of Castle Rock 2002 Pinot Noir Once again...two much cheese and butter and bread. But I did have some salad, vegies and fish!
		Time flies.... Between working out with the governor (yeah, Rick and I use the same gym...so I watched him chat on the phone, chat with people and even work out a little) and going to a home show (research for one of FFP's clients) and trying to see some movies and eating out, the day was filled up. I did sit at the computer a bit, updating our calendar. And I sorted through some of the pictures in old decaying albums from Mom's stuff.

		Reading. From the Journals of M.F.K. Fisher. She has a way of describing the places she lived that makes them fascinating.
		I seem to need a face for this fictional character I have made up and I just can't conjure one up.
		Exercise Twenty-five minutes recumbent bike. Ab and lower back stuff. Five minutes on the rowing machine. Lower body exercises. Fifteen minutes recumbent bike.
		I had trouble getting up. I was trying to climb out of a dream that I can't remember but in which I was working very hard. I feel pretty strong when working out and not sick, quite well in fact, but a little sleepy and, well, fat. I haven't really gained back a lot of weight and I'm probably twenty pounds lighter than this time last year. But I feel fat. Of course, I am fat but for a while I felt thinner than now if that makes any sense.