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Sheryl Decterow
12 January 2012 @ 05:56 pm
Pick up the nearest book to you.
Turn to page 45.
The first sentence describes your sex life in 2012.

"Yes."
from Joy of Man's Desiring by Jean Giono
 
 
Current Location: in bed.
Current Mood: amusedamused
Current Music: matchbox twenty.
 
 
Sheryl Decterow
05 January 2012 @ 11:19 pm
My favourite colour, right now, is blue. Cobalt blue or seafoam blue. My favourite bra, right now, is navy blue with teal lace overlays.
 
 
Current Location: still in my bed
Current Music: fill my long ears with bees
 
 
Sheryl Decterow
05 January 2012 @ 11:13 pm
I blew a kiss to my husband as he departed for a beer. He didn't notice, so I said, "That one is taking a long time." What? he asked. "The kiss I blew you," I answered. His forehead pleated with confusion, he says I didn't see any-FALLS OVER BACKWARDS FROM IMPACT.
 
 
Current Location: my beddd
Current Mood: pre-tired
Current Music: anything I want now that I'm alone
 
 
Sheryl Decterow
11 December 2011 @ 11:26 pm
"I know I said I was back on LJ then didn't post for over a month. But sometimes there are more important things to do than write about the things I'm doing, yes? Which isn't to claim I do all the important things, or that writing isn't one of them. I've been hanging out on the other side of writing; you know: reading. Books and Tori Amos interviews and gumball fortunes. And I've written on other things, like my resume and a damn many notebook pages and my hand. I'll plug one thing I'm reading, which caught my attention by using natural dye specimens in its title: Sassafrass, Cypress, and Indigo, by Ntozake Shange. An adorable writer. Her prose style ebbs and flows nicely into whatever pace her characters and their activities demand, studded with some recipes and spells for good measure. Like its immediate predecessors Fight Club and The Exile, it is another book whose colours I am sad and afraid to finish filtering the world through, but I luckily keep finding good books to follow up the last one. I'm also saying goodbye and hello to the Dream King and his kin in The Wake, and absorbing a page or two of Huckleberry Finn every couple of weeks."

...

I still find myself craving the outlet of Livejournal again. So tonight I revived it with the injection of a fresh juicy new password and went to make a new entry. I received the prompt memorialized in the subject line. I liked the saved draft so I let it start this entry. That must be from last spring... at least I am in the midst of another book I don't want to let go of by finishing.

I tried having a tumblr but that was too public. Livejournal feels like a wallflower position in a social atmosphere, where if you need to you can pick your nose a bit and nobody will notice let alone care. And I sense that it's simply a part of my character formula, thus a thing worth embracing. Like it's my turf, on which my voice is best amplified.
 
 
Current Music: yeasayer
 
 
Sheryl Decterow
28 February 2011 @ 11:04 pm
perogies
 
 
 
Sheryl Decterow
21 January 2011 @ 12:24 pm
I love sad, rainy weather. This is because it is apt for coziness, and gives everyone pause enough to get a little philosophical. Time gets really slow for me and I can squeeze in a lot of pondering and napping and movie-watching, book-reading, cat-cuddling.

I enjoy witnessing people's perspectives on weather from city to city I live in. You can imagine the difference between Minnesota and California. My old Norwegian boss in Saint Paul loved sitting outside with the door wide open when I'd arrive barely mobile in my layers at 7am in the middle of 9 months of winter. Here, it is very sun-related. Frisco peeps are Vitamin D addicts. There are warm, lovely-to-the-skin but cloudy days when they bundle up and shiver; and then there are bundle-worthy breath-seeing but sunny days which get them whooping and jogging.

Fair enough. I'm beginning to understand it. I live in a flat that is absolutely bright and gorgeous and energizing when it is sunny, and am thus inspired to leap out of bed and start making healthy choices right away. There are many junky pleasures I enjoy in life, but in recent weeks I've learned (in the visceral, experiential rather than intellectual way) that they and healthy ones are such similar coins, just one's up and one's down. Weekday breakfasts have been oatmeal with a banana at the least and yogurt if I have some, sometimes a sausage when I get to work. Lots of burritos for lunch-dinners. Saturdays I cook a nastylicious bacon, eggs, buttered-baguette breakfast for the man & I and Sundays we pop over to the mint plaza Blue Bottle for waffles and huge bowls of yogurt parfait and siphon coffee. So obviously the weekend is lax, but that's a first-world norm anyways. Back to the coins: healthy's up and junky's down. Eating and doing healthy stuff makes everything else a pleasure and if not at first then eventually, as a result, becomes a pleasure in the moment, while eating and doing junky stuff is an immediate pleasure but then you feel like shit. And quitting biting my nails I learned I am a pretty cold-turkey kind of gal, no cocking around about that. Eating and doing healthy is my face-up, lucky coin to pocket and pass on in my subsequent goings-about.

The funny thing about weather is you don't know what it's gonna be like. You've got to be a flexible activity ninja, and keep yourself informed as much as anyone is.

Makes me awfully curious what Vancouver weather will be like. I've always thought I'd love it but who knows at this point, and the point when I will is a year away. I do know the key to unlocking warmth and wicking in its wet winters will be wool. I also know I used some badass alliteration in that sentence, but I didn't even plan it during its composition. Mmmm giggity!
 
 
Current Mood: energeticenergetic
Current Music: meow meow meow meow
 
 
Sheryl Decterow
04 January 2011 @ 10:15 pm
While looking for sick deals on Free People and cashmere at Marshall's today, I noticed the coincidence of the teenage female attraction to cutely designed clothing crafted from shitty fibres and the boys that get their attention at that age.
 
 
Current Mood: amusedamused
Current Music: more weird internet radio
 
 
Sheryl Decterow
04 January 2011 @ 10:06 pm
Whenever I re-enter meditative tendencies after a lapse, I'm struck most by how many thoughts are but incessant announcements of things I already know: whether commentary, problem-solving, plan-hashing, or whatever. Like a constant conversation with myself. Daniel says his are largely practical reminders.
 
 
Current Mood: giddygiddy
Current Music: carnival music
 
 
Sheryl Decterow
04 January 2011 @ 09:57 pm
Like in Amelie, I wonder how many engagement propositions are made and granted by the delivery of the "Marry Me" candy heart?
 
 
Current Mood: recumbentrecumbent
Current Music: french internet radio