end notes: january

01 on kidney transplants for cats. previously-unknown-to-me factoid: as in most human renal transplant operations, the native kidneys stay put, so the donor kidney makes three. we lost a cat to kidney disease several years ago; i have no idea what we would do if one of our cats developed CRF now.

02 when WFUV's the alternate side stream dried up and we had to dig around for new internet radio, joe discovered FIP, née france inter paris, a 45-year-old advert-free french station (if you're in france, it broadcasts terrestrially at 105.1). we listen to it for a couple of hours every night.

03 in march we'll visit our friends sarah and judd at their winter superhero headquarters in the dominican republic. like them, i have started referring to it as the DR, which makes me feel vaguely like a junot díaz character. this—the visit, not the junot díaz thing—will score me cool points at ye olde charity bookstore cafe, where sarah's tale of learning to budget her fucks so she could do things like move to the caribbean is holy writ. i will make an effort to dress like ernest hemingway. it feels right.

04 we aimed our old red car at philadelphia for a spur-of-the-moment road trip over MLK weekend and acquired a variety of cheeses from amish people, delectable smoked-coconut sandwiches from a taproom, and a huge bag of hand-cut soap from a man in a striking sweater (i am particularly fond of the black pepper bar). in other soap news, i have switched from lush's charcoal-based dark angels cleanser back to their ocean salt, as the former was clinging to my face and i am not fly enough to make that work.

05 speaking of vegan food and smells, i am quite enjoying moby's memoir, which teems with both. moby's voice is appealingly self-effacing, his run-ins with fellow '90s a-listers are frequent and entertaining (i attended a handful of the southern california concerts he describes, which weirds me out a bit), and he knows when to back away from industry details that would bore non-musicians (looking at you, keith richards). i have a hundred pages to go, but i'm already willing to forgive him for his terrible, ricci-forward "natural blues" video.

06 the final-ish draft of an essay i've been writing since june of last year goes back to my editor this coming thursday. for about a month or so in the fall i was so nervous about said essay that i'd sneak out of bed at one or two in the morning and run a few miles to wheedle the adrenaline out of my legs. it will be the first personal piece i've published in a national magazine, and it's the sort of work i'd like to do in the future (not exclusively, christ, the idea of trying to make a living by writing about myself all the time makes me want to chug tile cleaner); i have psychic skin in this game. i really, really hope it's good.


cara said...

Of course it's good. Silly.

I don't use Dark Angels every day but on the days I do use it I unfailingly spend the day with a black blog nestled in my ear. It doesn't cling to my face but it does cling to my chest, leaving me with a grey bib.

Rachel said...

Really, really sure that the essay will be amazing. Can't wait to read it!

And great, now I want some expensive face soap. And I already have expensive-ish face soap but mine is so boring.

lauren said...

after years of paying almost nothing for personal grooming (since working for a magazine meant quarterly "beauty sales" where i paid $1-$5 an item for ludicrous, fancy products), i have become weirdly specific about what i will and will not shell out to have; turns out i'll spring for cruelty-free everything and fancy perfume and face wash (which i can afford on a freelancer's budget because i dye my own hair and the delightful gal who cuts it once every couple of months charges me the men's price). LUSH stuff actually lasts a while, particularly the dark angels; a dime-sized chunk of that is all you need to cover your life in charcoal.

Rachel said...

Last year I decided that I was going to finally shell out for products, so I sucked it up and did all this research and bought fancy serums, vitamin c, argan oil, etc. And then I ran out of serum and it was so dry and I couldn't stomach paying for argan oil again so I just started slathering coconut oil on my face twice a day. Turns out, it works just as well as all the other products, as far as I can tell, except that it moisturizes better.

Which is all a long way of saying that I feel I could probably justify shelling out a little extra money on some face wash, given that my other expenses are minimal (crazy expensive hair cut, but only a couple times a year now that I'm long again).