Nanook of the North

I have a fondness for coats with hoods.

The only problem is that they very much diminish your field of vision. When I wear my giant blue puffy coat with the fake fur-lined hood up, this is what I see when I turn my head.

The inside of my coat's hood

A world of blue. At crosswalks when the walk sign lights up, I look to cross to street, see nothing but blue, say a prayer and step out into traffic. I guess I could take the hood off but I'm far too lazy for that. I'll take my chances.

Also, have you ever noticed that when you wear a coat with a big hood, men on the street trying to check you out make an extra effort to peer past the hood to see what your face looks like? I might be delusional on that but I could swear it's happening.

Nah, probably just delusional.

Totally emo picture, but look how long my hair is now!

If Only Elaine Knew

I think I discovered my preferred style of dance: reggae! Not a huge huge reggae fan but perhaps the dance could be transposed to other genres of music. I went to a reggae show and it seemed to be a lot of arms akimbo, a shuffling sort of hopping and head bopping. Don't forget the head bopping.

In other words, spastic flailing. At least that's how the white teenage boys at the show were dancing. It's the dance for us rhythmically challenged folks. Too much elbow action though. I'm almost got elbowed in the face a couple times by an overzealous dancer. Next time, I'm wearing a hockey helmet.

The Thing with Feathers

Last week my cab driver was listening to CPAC on the radio. Should've known this would cause a political diatribe. He named everything terrible with the U.S. at the moment - war, corporations controlling the government, the inequalities between the haves and the have-nots, healthcare prices.When I got out of the car, I said something like, "I hope things get better."And he said, "What is hope? Hope is like being in a lifeboat without oars and saying "I hope we can get to shore."

Thanks, DC cab driver! Quite thoroughly depressed now.