Lusciousity

I’m kicking around the idea of having a loose posting schedule for Lusciousity, so that readers could have at least some idea of what they are going to see when they tune in. Not that I want to cast aside serendipity and spur of the moment lusciousness, but maybe something like this:

Monday: Luscious Cheerleading–a little something uplifting to get the week going

Tuesday: In Search of Lost Luscious–your basic nostalgifying

Wednesday: Literary Luscious–this coincides with the day of my poetry workshop this semester, so there should be plenty of material

Thursday: Food & Drink–enough said

Friday: Film and Other Luscious Forms of Culture–b/c you might need something to do over the weekend

Saturday & Sunday: Lusciousity goes on hiatus except in cases of extreme inspiration

We shall see. I am sure this basic frame could use some tweaking, but for now I kind of like the idea of having a little focus to bring to this blog post form when I sit down to fill it up.  I can already think of a couple of things that got left out, Unluscious Item of the Week, for example, so I might need to build in a wildcard day. In any case, let the experiment begin!

I may indeed be the last person on the planet to know about this, since I am pretty lazy about the weekly free iTunes downloads, but I was just over getting my free copy of John Hodgman’s (you know, the PC from the Mac vs. PC commercials) Areas of My Expertise as an audio book when I saw that this week’s is a holiday tune by Mr. Stevens called “That Was the Worst Christmas Ever!”. It’s a bit heavy on the God, but v. Suf and easygoing in a depressive Michigan winter kind of way. So get it now for free if you like.

Oh readers of Lusciousity, I have lushed out. It has been over two weeks since my last post. The time has not gone unlusciously by, but there has been a considerable amount of homework and fatigue to contend with, and sometime around when I realized that I had skipped a whole week, I also realized that there was no point in keeping up the backdating facade that enabled this blog to look like it was keeping up with the post-a-day challenge we’ve (more accurately I, since I have been completely inadequate at inspiring our other esteemed Editors to read on a daily basis, let alone contribute) been grooving on since September. This is sad, but I am trying to keep it in perspective. One cannot do everything. If one could do everything one would be superhuman, not human, that frustrating but luscious state of imperfection that keeps making your life a mess but also brings you into contact with experiences that you never planned.

Pop music and feminism, what a tasty combination. Check this out. Kick-ass writing, by a woman and about a woman, but for all of us to enjoy. As noted yesterday, I’ve got the creative nonfiction on my mind (this piece is of the more journalistic ilk, and appropriately so) and this essay on Janis Joplin by the late, great Ellen Willis was republished by Salon today. I’m going to check out more stuff this woman wrote, and I think I’m going to have to expand my Janis universe beyond the hit singles.

I was pumping the U2 this morning, for it is indeed a beautiful day. Democracy is luscious, even if it’s been awhile since I felt that way. Tomorrow is full of nasty cranky problems and a set of unbelievable challenges to face, but today the map is felling blue blue and blue all over. America, today you are beautiful, and you make me think we can work it out and get back together already.

I hate waiting. That’s all I can say. Ishmael hit the nail on the head–today has been one of those days that has taken a strong moral principle to keep me from knocking the hats off people’s heads. But forget the hat, what I really want to do is take of Ken Mehlman’s whole head. Now that would be luscious.

Early voting is luscious, and I was suprised to realize that it was even more luscious when I had to wait in line for about thirty minutes. That means people care. I also happened to be surrounded by people who happened to share that they were voting… the right way. To top it all off, all the pollworkers had Boca’s finest New York Jewish accent rather than an ambiguous southern drawl (those folks could go either way… and in this state usually the other), which for some reason made me a little more comfortable that my vote really would get counted despite the fact that it was made on a computer. Now it’s just the waiting, and no matter how you spin it, unluscious.

Happy birthday to Diego, who is old enough to know a thing or two about lusciousity and young enough to appreciate them all. With raised glasses of (life-extending and donut cancelling) red wine, Lusciousity salutes you!

Hey guess what? Life imitates Lusciousity. Harvard says that red wine will offset the health hazards of eating too much fat and sugar. You know what I say Harvard? Yes, I’d like fries with that.

The reader formerly referred to as “Maureen” will now be known as “Annie Hall,” or AH for short. For full explanation, see her blog. She does an excellent job of pointing luscious aspects of menswear and intellectual neuroticism. She has also given me a craving for Whole Foods gelato.