Post-Birthday Weekend

This year, I especially enjoyed: David’s godfathering ceremony w/ our new nephew, Spencer, in NOLA; visiting friends & catching a rainy, whiskey Art Walk in Austin; modifying our new digs across the street from Bixby Park & the beach; dropping by San Francisco during Pride Week; surviving our insane Hello Kitty experience (that a nice writer recorded: http://www.vanityfair.com/…/hello-kitty-convention-tattoo-p…); taking & teaching classes, e.g., musical theater & screenwriting. This fall, I’m teaching retail management, a brand new, 3-credit class at FC. Am plugging away at the syllabus... When I left the display world, I hoped my next career would involve daily learning: Last week I discovered that the line “real Gs move in silence like lasagna” is not a Garfield reference. Speaking of "6 Foot 7 Foot," if you aren’t keeping up with man-soap-opera by running Highly Questionable while doing other stuff, then start. Poppy is the new red (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-OtbHhe78_Q). Speaking of "6 Foot 7 Foot," if previous birthday posts didn’t encourage you to use free library Freegal access to Sony’s catalog (5 DRM-free downloads per week & commercial-free streaming of Sony’s playbook), a few favorites this year were: 1) J. Cole’s 2014 Forest Hills Drive; 2) anything Les Claypool/Primus, especially “Me Llamo Mud,” “Booneville Stomp” & “The Thing that Should Not Be;” & 3) Flosstradamus’ “Prison Riot” & “TTU.” (Eat bananas to turn down when TTU.) Speaking of Sony, last week, after I played a music loop re: the “Choir” copyright infringement case (http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4701570), one of my students described the Beastie Boys as “old school,” and damn if it isn’t the proper terminology. Happy birthday to me? Heart hug to you, Monique
PS: Am attaching a pic of our rescue-night-blooming-cactus’ flower (Not sure if the found plant will live : / but the bud was a beautiful surprise.) & a photo from my b*day night, down the block at Wine Crush. Next day, forgot to snap a shot of David & I & some friends turning Dodger blue, I mean tan, at our 1st pro-baseball game. The 50+ advertisements flashing over & around the field made the (baking hot) stadium feel like real-life Idiocracy: “This double-play brought to you by Double Jeopardy!” : )