I’ve been found!

Some of you may recall my movable type days and the serious magnitude of comment spamming that occurred here on loafe. That is one of the main reasons I made the switch to wordpress.

But I’ve been found again and those spamming bastards are back with a vengeance. They hate me, they really hate me. I am doing bulk deleting of all spam comments, but it’s highly possible that legitimate comments from spam-free readers find their way into the trash. I apologize in advance.

I suppose I also apologize for not posting more often, but I’m not in what one might call the best of situations, so bear with me. Despite my wishes, we’ve ended up temporarily living in western MA. It isn’t so bad, but it isn’t really where I want to be. When I lived in Boston, I fell in love with the city, not with small (way too small) towns deep in the heart of Massachusetts. I do like the quiet and all the trees and naturey bits, and people *seem* to be a bit more friendly out here, but I’m a city gal and my heart is longing for some city action.

Now, if this were the Gilmore Girls and I were living in Stars Hollow, that’d be a different story entirely.

So many things to talk about (especially considering the current state of this country), so little time. I’ll just not say anything, except I’m reading that book “french women don’t get fat” and I like it and there is some good advice and I really really really LOVE the idea that it’s okay, in fact it’s necessary, for food and eating to be pleasurable. But those french. man alive. I have such love-hate for them and it’s very difficult for me to know whether I hate them because I’m merely jealous or because they’re so damn obnoxious. It’s all that self-righteousness and self-aggrandizing. But I can only dream of being so cool.

I like that the book is helping me become more aware of myself and my actions, in every aspect, not just eating. And it’s inspired me to bring more class, more grace, into my life. It’s a nice thought. I like the idea of being more elegant and respectful. I’m not going to go crazy about it and be as frou-frou as the french, but a little bit couldn’t hurt. I’ll throw everything into a bowl and mix it up and be a bit frenchy and a bit hippy and a bit pagany and a bit nerdy and a bit crass and a bit spanish. sounds yummy, no?

The way the author talks about France and Paris is quite charming. I’ve always wanted to visit. All those fabulous streets and all the famous writers and artists who have lived and worked there…it’s very seductive and alluring. I can’t wait to go. America is holding me back from being the true artisan that I am (yes, it’s okay to laugh here).

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