— tapioca world tour

Thank God for church or I’d be lost. I totally rocked the hymns last night and left bouncing. This is such a weird era; consistency has to linger somewhere.

I have to stop thinking about The Rest of My Life and concentrate more on each day. I know that sounds fluffy and zen, but it’s true. A few weeks ago, I had Most Humbling Moment of 2006: 7-yr-old E. was zipping through the MIT athletic building on his razor scooter; I was chasing behind him.

“Scuse me,” came a voice at the desk. White girl, early twenties, angry. “Is that your son?”

Is that my son? Ha! Haaaaaa!

But before I could answer, she went off — “he CAN’T be riding that in the building” — right, whatever. I can’t believe she thinks he’s my son.

“E.” I shoot him a look and use my mother’s Your Behaviour Is Unacceptable voice to order him off the razor scooter.

Small incident, but it got me thinking about the rest of my life. Again. What I’m doing with it, what I plan on doing, who I’m doing it with, where I’m doing it, why. Also the fact that I’m pushing 30 and still babysitting. [Stop. Breathe. Think. No, don't think. Get some ice cream.]

The world is spinning…

So there was totally an article about Tapioca Productions in the Cambridge Chronicle, but I didn’t see it til now, and I can’t access the archived article. Poo!

Meanwhile, I need to find a new apartment. Anyone? Thoughts? Yes? Call me!

Yesterday, in a stunning show of consistent, unprecedented spontaneity, DD wrote this letter to Gene Hackman:

Dear Gene Hackman,

It is 8:30 in the morning and raining. For some reason the spirit has moved me to write you a letter. I wanted to let you know that I’ve always liked your acting and the roles you play. You’re always consistent. I’m 28 years old, so ever since I was a kid I have seen you in the movies. (good job in ‘Superman’)

I would be ever grateful if you could send mean autographed photo. If this is possible could you please send me a picture that is not one of those standard 8×10 glossy’s, but rather more of a candid, maybe you mowing the lawn or something.

Thank You Gene Hackman,
Keep up the good work
Sincerely,

DD

So, The Man eliminated Nikki from our office today, and we revolted in myriad ways. Armbands might be instituted later. It’s a sad day when you can’t trust your employer, or management in general, or your job security, or anything at all, especially when you work in human rights. So we’re fighting back, all wearing our UNITE-HERE union t-shirts, sending letters of shame to the board of directors, eating cake in the hallways, etc.

The world is spinning. Really, it could all be ending…