Saturday, July 29, 2006

odds 'n' ends

  • "My other car is a Pynchon novel." Seen on a bumpersticker today, next to a "Republicans for Voldemort" sticker.
  • Met Chanteuse at The Book House today, one of my favorite places ever. An old 19th century house, filled attic to basement with used books. I think it actually could compare with Shakespeare and Co, since it not only has cats, it also has a ghost, one of the former residents, a little nine year old girl who drowned in 18-something. She hangs out in the poetry section.
  • Just got an email from an old grade school friend I haven't seen in years, who apparently works at the Book House, saw me today and thought "That looks like Andygrrl..."
  • While waiting for Chanteuse in the parking lot, I discovered my first gray hairs. I'm TWENTY-THREE!!! Isn't there some rule that you have to have your own apartment before you can confront your mortality and accept the aging process??
  • Then again, maybe I can use it as amunition in my next argument with mom: "See mom?! You're making me go gray!!!"
  • As for my mother, I got a card in the mail from her the other day. Which is weird, since we live in the same house. Turns out she bought me a year's membership in the "Spiritual Union of Perpetual Adoration with the Holy Spirit Adoration Sisters". In other words, the Pink Nuns, as they're known locally, are praying "for your guidance in your career and personal choices". They're the Pink Nuns because their habits are bright cotton candy pink; they're a cloistered order (so, not the useful type of nuns) who basically spend their time in Perpetual Adoration of the Sacred Host. Transubstantiated host is believed to be literally the Body of Christ, so after mass, when there are, um, leftovers, it's (he's?) placed in a chapel where there is always someone praying, 24/7...I guess because if you let Jesus out of your sight for one minute he starts causing trouble? And I'm the one with the wierd spiritual beliefs...
  • But I guess I can use it to hedge my bets, just in case it turns out I do need a "Get Out of Purgatory Free" card...
  • And the Pink Nuns are pretty famous for causing "miracles." When the Pink Nuns pray for you, infertile couples concieve triplets and the baseball team wins the Big Game. I mentioned this to Chanteuse and she said, "Do they know they're advancing the cause of lesbianism?" Ha.
  • I decided to placate mom by applying for the Real Job (proposal writing) that my uncle keeps trying to push on me.
  • Chanteuse called my house yesterday, and accidentally greeted my mother with "Hello, Gorgeous!" which is what she usually says to me. I'm never going to let her live it down ;-)


At 4:52 PM, Blogger Winter said...

I bet my Mum's got some nuns somewhere praying for my soul, or rather for this "phase" to end. But she wouldn't tell me about it.

I wouldn't like my car to be a Thomas Pynchon novel. I worked my way through V and it was a truly purgatorial experience. In fact, I should have a get out of purgatory free card on account of reading that book.

At 5:41 AM, Blogger Andygrrl said...

Yeah, I saw that sticker and thought ", okay." Never having read Pynchon, I didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. Though I always loved the title The Crying of Lot 49.


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