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I'm tired of this blog. I feel obliged to put something on it every day but nothing ever changes, so it's just become a reminder of my boredom and sadness. I don't know who I'm talking to anymore. Not me.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:29 PM | shower me with attention

Nothing new to report.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:44 PM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

How do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
How do you find a word that means Maria?
A flibbertigibbet, a will o' the wisp, a clown?

I'm not italicizing because I'm actually just saying those words, I'm not "quoting". I'm just... saying. Singing. Saying. Singing. How do you solve a problem like Maria?

I just like to say "flibbertigibbet". Flibbertigibbet, flibbertigibbet, flibbertigibbet.

I'm currently just existing, by the way. Not living, nor feeling, nor doing. Just existing.

Tomorrow's my two-year anniversary at my job.

Flibbertigibbet, flibbertigibbet, flibbertigibbet.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:32 PM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Pictures from 4th of July and of Progo's new digs are now uploaded.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:37 PM | shower me with attention

I just wish that life was like this. (Clip from Free to Be, You and Me.)

Of course, now when I look at it I can only wonder if this is what people in the 70's did before the orgies started, to sort of break the ice.

But when I was three years old this segment was just the perfect expression of friendship and love. I get the same feeling when I'm with my friends and we're just enjoying one another, like tonight when we were sitting out on the peninsula on the blanket, playing Texas Hold 'Em in the twilight and waiting for the fireworks to start. Puppy kept stepping into the middle of the card game and scattering chips around. I feel like if someone had an acoustic guitar (and knew how to play it) I could swing my 70's hair around and get that same feeling. Times like that I don't hate myself and my life-wide indecision and my lack of energy or ambition or anything. I'm just part of a warm collective where we, pardon me for saying it like this, Kirsten, but where we revel together as one. (The sun the sun together we'll sing out the sun.)

I love Marlo Thomas' 70's hair in that clip.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:12 PM | shower me with attention

Happy July Fourth!!!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:19 PM | shower me with attention

Monday, July 03, 2006

My roomies surprised me and Progo Saturday by sneaking out to a pet store and decking out his turtle condo with some luxurious new furniture and adornments. It's a turtle paradise in there now. I'll post pictures when I'm not exhausted. I am exhausted. I was so tired I couldn't feed myself, just lay on the couch in a stupor watching The Wizard of Oz on TMC. So Cheryl and Mush generously brought me back delicious food.

Now I'm sitting on my bed in a ~~stupid~~ stupor*, blogging and watching The Wiz. (It's some sort of Oz marathon on TMC. Is that patriotic?)

*Goes to show.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:37 PM | shower me with attention

Sunday, July 02, 2006

I get the strangest emails from people I don't know telling me things about Dave being on tv or what Dave's been up to.

I don't think it's strange that people send me emails like that, just that there's often no greeting preamble or name signed, just bits of information like "Dave'll be on Letterman on Tuesday" or "Dave's doing a charity auction".

What if I know more than one Dave?

It's just funny how this is sort of who I am to a lot of people.

I feel old.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:40 PM | shower me with attention

I have a new policy: if you respond to my blog comments with something that has nothing to do with the post, I won't respond to you.

You know my email address. Everyone knows my email address. Come on, people.

(I know AOL has been bouncing mail, but... keep trying...)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:08 AM | shower me with attention