Raw, adjective: 9. disagreeably damp and chilly, as the weather or air
So, it's January 15th, and the initial rush of New Year's resolutions has passed, and now the key word is: restlessness. Feelin' it. For sure.
It's cold here, been cold for days, is going to stay cold for the foreseeable future. I'm tired of mittens and frozen ears. I'm tired of having to wear socks to bed. I'm tired of only wanting to hibernate inside to avoid the cold.
On the upside, I've been doing a ton of writing and piano playing, and in the last two weeks have doubled the length of one of my manuscripts to over 150 pages of good coherent material, with several notebooks in longhand waiting to be plugged into the skeleton. This is, frankly, thrilling.
At the same time, most of those raw materials are manuscripts that I've pulled out from when I was living abroad, and so they are peppered with references to Dutch canals and Venetian sunsets and Spanish architecture. And I've also got several friends either just coming off of or getting ready to head out to extended South American travels. It's enough to make a woman crazy. So as much as I love my SF, geez, if it isn't hard to sit still right now. I'm ready to hop on the next plane to Buenos Aires and disappear for a good long month or two.
In the meantime:
1) Good thing the Patriots won yesterday, 'cause man, that Tom Brady is hot. He can throw passes my way anytime he wants.
2) Happy MLK Day. The Chron has a good article about how socially progressive and theologically liberal King's Christianity was. You can dig it here: TEXT
3) Props to B for passing this Picasso on to me several years ago. It's since become one of my favorites. Blue Period (duh), "Two Women Seated at a Bar," 1902. Divine.