Got a Wish Needs Fillin'?

Hurry on over to Chicago. The sky is full of 'em, and the wind will bring them right to your nose. On a leisurely bike ride last night, the cottony little flyers were landing on me left and right. I was the luckiest girl in all the world.

Why I Choose Window Seats

Its because when I'm flying into Chicago at night, I can look out and for a fleeting moment, I can believe I OWN this city. "There's MY Kennedy Expressway," "That's MY Target store on Addison and Sacramento." Of course, it is all an illusion: once I step off the plane into the sea of travelers, it fades. But there is a time when it is ALL MINE. I always pick window seats and this is why.
Sent via Cingular Xpress Mail with Blackberry

Philadelphia

If you go to Philadelphia, be sure to check out the Reading Terminal Market. It is AMAZING!!! It reminds me of Eugene's own 5th Street Market, back in the days of my early youth, before it got all fancy and lost its countercultural element. The intermingling aromas of ethnic cuisines, juice bars, greengrocers, fishmongers, butchers, bakers, and flower stands took me straight back to my childhood. Mom, you did a great job of trying hard to be a hippie even though you were really kind of a buttoned up, proper midwesterner. I appreciate the fact that you made a point of exposing me to different types of food and people.
Also, back the the Reading Terminal Market for just a second, there is an amazing postage stamp of a bookstore in there with a fantastically edited selection of old children's books - another passion gleaned from my mom.
Sent via Cingular Xpress Mail with Blackberry

Weekly Prayers

1. Please, please, please let it be Anthony Lane who reviews The DaVinci Code. New Yorker, I won't forgive you if you give this one to Denby.

2. Please, please, please let me lose another 12 sticks of butter this week on Weight Watchers.

Searchin' For Some Pie In The Sky Summit

I'm not ashamed to tell the world that I broke down and sobbed in my station wagon to Night Moves this morning. Sometimes listening to classic rock radio, it's like pulling a card from the tarot deck that makes your arm hair stand straight up for just how well it knows you. I mean, what a song. It really has nothing to do with my life right now, all the sad stuff that's been going on, but maybe just because it is so familiar, or that I have such specific memories of people I've known or situations I've been in, or something in the chords that when I started singing along, my throat got so choked up and the tears just started streaming. Even though it's just starting to be Spring here in Chicago, that one line at the end of the song "with Autumn closing in... got me thinking about my wedding which is in September, and looming adulthood and parenthood and responsibility. Literally, my mind travelled MILES over the 4 minute song. I have to say it was a great release after the past month of emo rollercoastering. So thank you The Drive 97.1, for allowing me to cry and belt Bob Seger. Something none of us do often enough.