Spot On

Thanks, Claire; I would never have known...

One Cup of Coffee

Sneaking off to the Legion of Honor for a couple of hours to see the "Cartier in America" exhibit seems like such an indulgence. But as much as I love to come here to see the special exhibits, this one makes me shake my head in wonder at the lengths people will go to in spending copious amounts of money on outrageous baubles. It leaves a metallic taste in my mouth and gives me an uneasy feeling.

One plain cup of coffee in the sparsely appointed museum cafe relieves that unease and fills me with a sense of satisfaction: sometimes (mostly) it really is the simple things that are best.

Could You, Would You?

I love the notion that you can take it with you, whatever "it" might be. Maybe I'm suffering from a midlife crisis thing, but I've been seriously itching to pack my carry-on and hit the road. Or the tracks. Or the oceans. Or the skies. Not a highly practical notion, but at the very least, no one can deprive me of my armchair travels...

American Idol Auditions: Make Mine a Double

I waited in line over an hour for this cup of coffee. I paid $5 for it.

I spilled it. *Sigh*

American Idol Auditions: Double or Nothing

Really, I'm too old for this.

"She believes that life is made up
Of all that you're used to
And the clock on the wall
Has been stuck at three for days,
And days..."