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Let me just say that I’ve spent waaaaaay more time messing with this video stuff than I had planned (or even intended) to, but for someone who never RTFMs and was plugging away at something without having a whole lot of clue as to what I was doing, this vid turned out a lot better than I thought it would.
Gabriel turned eleven earlier this week, but I decided that Friday night was a good night to celebrate his birthday party. Ever being the procrastinator, I was ill-prepared this afternoon, and a half hour late by the time I finished work, went to the bank, picked up the cupcakes for the party and got to Boomers. Nevertheless, a good time was had by all (kids), as can be witnessed by the above Quicktime show. While Steve followed the kids around with his camera, I held down the fort, guarding the gifts, balloons and left over cupcakes. I was thankful that I’d brought a book to read.
In fact, my Friday was quite impressive as well. Our birthdays aren’t even a week apart, and I am turning 43 this year. (Turning… like a leaf? What a funny expression…) In any case, my friends at work honored my birthday with gifts of books and flowers and giftcards and even a delicious (made from scratch) lemon ring cake. One of the gifts, a book, is from Sanaz, whose name, ironically, is the name of a character in the book she’s given me called Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books.It’s an interesting book, though I’ve only read 24 pages of it so far. I’d picked it up and put it back down countless times at Borders, as it’s been on the 3 for 2 table. Glad I am finally getting to read it.
The author speaks of the works of Nabokov, which I’ve never read. My mother used to read him as a young woman but I’d never been curious enough about him to do so myself… until now. Of course, she read them in the language in which they were originally written. Hopefully not much will be lost in translation. She loved his works and perhaps reading them now will provide me with a glimpse of my mother that I haven’t been witness to yet. I only wish she was here to share the moment with me. So… this weekend (with my Barnes & Noble giftcard that I received from Claude), I will purchase one or two of Nabokov’s books.
I am excited about my birthday this year… not because I’m a year older, but because I will be spending it alone. That’s right, you read it right. Alone. If I could have afforded more days, I would have taken them, but as it is, I am escaping from my motherly and wifely duties for part of Sunday, Sunday night and most of Monday (which I am taking as a vacation day off from work) and spending it in WeHo. I have a “thing” to go to on Sunday night with David Lynch and Donovan at the Kodak Theatre. David will discuss his new book Catching the Big Fish: Meditation, Consciousness, and Creativityand his new movie Inland Empire and Donovan will perform some of his music. I am on the Laguna Beach TM list and was able to get a free ticket through them. It will be a wonderful way to spend part of my birthday. Incidentally, David’s is on the 20th… we are several decades, and a day, apart. I thought that was funny when I found out.
On Monday morning I’m planning on meeting my friend Kelly Kilmer for breakfast, and finally exchanging those Christmas gifts we haven’t been able to exchange until now. It will be good to see Kelly, and for a change it will be close to her home instead of closer to mine (we usually meet for breakfast at the Gypsy Den in Santa Ana before she teaches her classes at The Art Bar). In any case, I plan on lounging, reading, visiting the bookstore, walking around, and hopefully will have some time and inkling to write. Good times.