snow would be buena

okay! how about a mostly non-cat centric post? (mostly). i went to eva yerbabuena’s flamenco performance (thanks for the tix rebecca!) at the schnitz last night and remembered why i like watching dance. and, more specifically, why i need to go to spain. now. i might even settle for mexico (yes, i know it is totally different), but any place warm and sunny with delicious food sounds good to me. everyone should watch a flamenco performance sometime; it is so raw, so intense and emotional. and so incredibly human. it also reminded me of how boring my life is and why i feel the need to travel. americans (the u.s. variety, that is) have the tendency to forget about passion. regular, everyday, genuine passion. we associate it with sex or rage, and ignore its more practical applications in food, dance, death, art and whatnot. i could go on but, i don’t really need to go into a tirade about cultural lessons, because that would be boring and i already have plenty of that. the cat is too cute to be boring, but me—well, not so much.

speaking of the cat, tomorrow is her big trip--she is going to get fixed. mwahha-ha. i think she will be hillarious in a cone. she will probably be really pathetic for a while and then get really funny as she starts to feel better. i can't wait for the cone. i wish i had some extra days off work. karl is taking a long weekend, partially for the cat and partially for his b-day. i'm jealous. this is primo hibernating time and that is all that i really want to do (if you can call hibernating "doing"). i want to sleep, a lot, and then sit around in pajamas with a comforter, hot chocolate, the kitty and my computer. and then sleep some more. i want a snow day.