RAIN

I missed you. Let's do this more often.

I love the word "ramekin"

I saw Ben Folds last night. Never have seen him live before. He sounds younger than I thought, even though I'm not sure what that means. Ben Folds seems nice. During his first song, he turned his head to the crowd and smiled. Bullseye!, that alone made the entire audience scream like happy babies. That was all it took. It was sweet. He and Rufus Wainwright did a super cover of "Careless Whisper." Rufus Wainwright had some tight and hot pants on. He has a better ass than I do. He probably has a better ass than you, too. You, whoever you are and if you're reading this, there's an 89% chance that Rufus Wainwright's ass could beat yours in an Ass Off. Also, Ben Lee is 3'8". Like a tiny doll.

At one point in the show, Ben Folds stood on something and got the whole damn everybody to sing for "Not the Same." We were all so rapt! Of course we wanted to sing with him. The moment was very Pied Pipery, very choral. I'm not very good at choir. I was removed from my last one when I was 13 due to some weak rebellion. This was too awesome at the time because I was a Good Kid. I can't remember what went on exactly, but there was enough to earn me an "N" as a citizenship grade. We call that the icing.

Anyway, I'm probably still thrilled. By Ben Folds, not by whatever evicts a girl from the three-part harmonies of James Taylor songs. We should go to more concerts. And We should thank our parents for however many piano lessons went down, if only for the inkling of understanding that adds up around just what the shit goes on with the hands of someone sideburned and imaginative. They're tenacious! Gymnastic, even.

Dear Ben Folds,

I'd like to wear your fingers in my next good dream.

Thanks for the night,

Sarah.

Inspired! Busted out my four year old book of Ben Folds Five sheet music and tried my jam on "Philosophy." I am not good.
Unavoidable! Ooooh, I just don't like that Leslie Stahl.
Awkward! For the last four days, I have had Rod Stewart's "Some Guys Have All The Luck," stuck in my head.

This was me and I'm getting pretty better.

Stay Golden

Heeeey darlings. I'll be saving the good stuff for my journal. It's the damnedest thing. I want you all to get journals and I want you all to have nice pens. Then begin.

I went to Pendleton this weekend. It's soothing. Try this hat on: that town, and I never saw this coming, will ultimately memo-spark "love" for me. That's what I think about when I drive in, that's what I think about when I lounge out. I have never let a town push on me anything that wonderful. My kind of geographical connotations end up all over the map. I'm sure most everyone's do. Corvallis is to "college" as Boulder is to "sandwiches," that kind of thing. And so the one that gets to reap in the very best of me is Pendleton. Ha. That kicks me in the pants but in a sweet way. The sweetest way ever.

I ate chicken soup with homemade noodles. We had a nice time with the "Six Feet Under" finale. Brian has a fish now. I picked him out. His name is Mitch. Saw a show about mad, mad elephants. And I bought some socks.

Hmmm. I feel down tonight, for some strange reason. You, my gentle public of an estimated seven, would be fine with the most of this, but my handwriting is so beautiful and I really want to do my best remembering that way.

Here. Pictures for a few 7,000 words. That's about 30% of a novella. Pretend it's a nice one that features a strong female character with too much time on her hands. When you are finished, we will be square and I should be ready to tell you what happens next.

Shit, read slowly. I have no idea.

G-rated ceiling mirrors. Keep those minds clean; we are in a hospital.

OHSU is like Disneyland for people who enjoy science and gelatin.



I guess this is their only ride.



I think they're overpriced.



(I obviously do not need to take my vanity there. It appears to be quite healthy. Good color. We like to see that. We like to check out how it thrives.)

Madonnaaahh, I'm snapping all my bones

Madonna broke today. She fell off a horse! Guess who fell off a horse once and didn't break? Me!!
Madonna < Sarah.
"Solid gold," I whisper.

identical shoulders with identical wrists

My sister came for the weekend. We have different faces but similar bodies, so we like to spend a ton of time hugging each other because that's how it would feel to hug ourselves. Ego-tripping being, of course, the national pastime of our ilk.

At the airport on Sunday, we also learned that if we grab each other's wrists, that's how it would feel to save ourselves if we were falling off a cliff. The circus grip that trapeze artists favor; she's the one. Bonus- If you add quiet screams (in the feigned case you're falling off a cliff) in front of the PDX Powell's, people will think you have the power to shock each other. This now makes my Top 5 List of Good Times Had At The Portland International Airport...number 3 for now, I think.

Aqui-
1. Headed to Boulder, excited to go eat sandwiches from Snarf's
2. Left for London, excited to use a passport
3. Pretended to save myself from cliff!
4. That time I saw Jeff Gianola
5. ...went to Disneyland in the 4th (or 2nd?) grade; I'm guessing I must have been stoked to check in on that action

Actually, I do remember number 5 pretty well. It was my first time flying out of Portland and I recall being impressed with how colorful the carpet -the green carpet they still use- was. I also remember that on our plane tickets, my mom and I had our gender marked as "female," while my dad, brother and sister were marked "male." I guess the travel agent thought Britt was a gentleman's name. I totally felt prettier that day.

But Britt stuck it out. She's fierce, so it's good fortune that she's older. I will leech professionally off her trailblazing and become a better person. Meanwhile, she can get her rocks off on any one of my fine qualities. It's all very sweet, very SISTERS FOREVER, very "Crystal Bernard plays one of us in a Hallmark film." Not that we are Crystal Bernard fans, she will just have an availability at the time. Surprise, surprise. And Britt and I will squirrel about this, but Britt has longer hair...ipso facto, my part will go to someone who did Broadway chorus work and a Valtrex commercial.

Here's what you didn't know until today - I LOVE "Wings." Yeah!!!
Here's what I didn't know until today - The Righteous Brothers = not actual brothers.

Continue.

"Stamos still fine-tuning elegant escapism"

That was a newspaper headline once. You have to believe me because I tore it out of The Oregonian and put it in a book of things and pictures. Heretofore, we've had a good few years together. Go ahead, save your bits. Sometimes you stumble and find and think well this might be important. Later on. And then you are correct.

I get so damn geeked when this happens.

And his middle name is Lawrence!!!!

Hey, Stephen Winwood:
I just found out you're English.
Now I'm quiet. Stunned.

I eat base tans for breakfast

There are too many nice days. And how. This sweet moment right now -from the bit with yesterday- is the one where I struggle against posting lyrics from Steve Winwood's "The Finer Things." And it is quite the struggle. So tough! I'm having a hard time.