Spiritually Bored

Maria objects to meaningless work:

Do You Neti?

I bought myself a Neti pot yesterday:

I've used one before, but never took to the practice exactly. The practice being pouring warm salt water up your nasal passages. The "nasal wash" is a "time-honored practice in the Orient" for treating allergies, colds, and sinus problems, according to my Neti pot instructions.

And indeed, Hybrid-Fat-N-Sassy was shilling for it (she of the Neti-industrial complex) as I complained about my post nasal drip and endless coughing. This is what a Neti user looks like, if they are beautifully lit and apparently not at all unwell:

The part that's missing is the water coming out of her other nostril. Awesome!

It is not a pleasant sensation, but it's doable and the result is that you get to stop breathing exclusively through your mouth for a while. Not bad.

D & A

Dude! Amy Sedaris has a part in a Dolly Parton video! Dig it:

Oh, the Humanity

Despite carrying my camera around in my purse all weekend, I never captured a photo of my visitors—Dad and my brother Paul in town for Thanksgiving. But despite the lack of evidence, they were here. We ate lovely meals and went to a play. We talked about all sorts of things. Paul laid this factoid on me: a large amount of the veal served in New York City is actually the tender interior portion of a fresh ham. Is your mind blown?! I attempted to wow them with my knowledge of local commercial real estate trends. We lamented the rising price of farm land in S.D.

But human nature was rather in evidence as I misjudged the time we needed to eat before the Friday-night play. We had to rush our entree and speed to the theater, missing the first few minutes of the performance. Then, late in the play, I was overtaken by a coughing fit that seemed to last a half an hour, though it was only a few minutes. Sigh.

Because I'm me, these mishaps loom over the weekend in my head. I wish I could just relax and stop being appalled by the fact that I can't actually control everything.

I'll see them again at Christmas, which will be lovely. I'm going to ask Santa if he can't do something about my crippling neuroses. That would be awesome.

Is It Me You're Looking For?

Wow, what inspired that Lionel Richie moment, do you suppose? Must be the sinus infection--I'm feeling perfectly awful.

However, Friday night was lovely with Night Editor. We went to First Ave. to see Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings after having dinner at Palomino. The music was brilliant, and the company was divine.

Things are otherwise moving along at a reasonable pace. I'm shopping for a light therapy box to relieve the dark night. Any recommendations you have are welcome. Also, my dad and brother Paul are coming up for Thanksgiving, which I'm very excited about. We've got tickets for a play and reservations for a couple of promising dinners.

In other news, I have booked my February trip. Check it out. I've also added to my reading list. But now I have to go force fluids and whimper about my sore throat. How are all of you?

Old Soul

Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings are performing at First Ave. on November 16. Have you seen these cats?:



Funky as hay-ell. Advance tickets are only $12. Who's going with me?

Got another 3 minutes? Check out this deliciousness:



That could be you! But is it old excerpts of Soul Train, as it appears, or did they just film it to look vintage?!