This is the week of writing.

A few nights ago I showed The Pillow Book to my roommate. It's one of my favorite films for reasons obvious to anyone who knows me - the kinky calligraphy thing, the lighting, the international quality, the sheer Greenaway quality, the kick ass soundtrack, Vivian Wu, for chrissakes...anyway, I got all hung up on a few phrases from the screenplay. I love the way Vivian Wu says "writer" and uses phrases like "the writing table." It made me want to quit my job and sit home starting at expensive parchment all day. Possibly also dipping a nib into ink a lot.

Anyway this led to some disappointing attempts at work on the article I'm planning to write this month. It's going to happen. I signed up for a journalism class on long feature writing at Berkeley and so by the end of February, God willing, I will have a 2000 word piece on robotic arts/kinetic sculpture/machine art/blah blah blah.

Then Iris came over on Sunday. We were totally bored and had run out of stories about men, so we decided to make some new ones. She posted a really generic ad to craigslist, and within 10 minutes, she had received about 15 emails. Even I was shocked. It's not that Iris isn't a babe, or a funny writer, but her email was specifically generic. I can't conceive of responding to a generic personal ad. But I think that a lot of people aren't so critical. Maybe I should be jealous. Certainly I should take a tip.

Anyway back to the medias res portion of this story. All of this frenetic mailing caused much squealing. We were actually leaping around my living room - holding back both tears and pee with great effort. I think my favorite reply that she got was simply an attachment of a hairy guy naked from the torso down. Isn't that GREAT?!

Anyway, she did manage to find 4 or 5 men that seemed not only safe, but attractive and even mildly intelligent. She has a bunch of dates set up already.

Naturally, I got jealous of all the attention. Plus I was feeling devious, wondering what would happen if I posted something the opposite. Insanely specific. Which is my wont, anyway.

I sat down and very quickly wrote a little note about myself and my dreamlovah. It was 100% honest. You can go read it, if you like. It's all true so I won't be embarrassed.

Anyway, it seems the men of craigslist were not so compelled by my posting. I think I've had 3 serious replies in as many days.

But oh, my friends and ah my foes, what replies!

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My sister set her wedding date! She was engaged somewhere around Christmas, and it seems they are getting married Saturday of Labor Day weekend. Not my favorite date they could have picked, but I suppose Nevada will always be there, and I'm rather tired of all the expense and mishegas of BMan anyway.

It's going to be fun. I am designing some Save the Date postcards for them. It'll be great to do a family project. I want to do the real invites too, and I hope they don't get all hung up on getting traditional nightmare white cardstock jobbies with bad calligraphy. My favorite invitation this year was from Sharon.

So, if you are reading this, and you know Jesse and Amit...give them a shout out of congratulations! They're really happy.