OMG, Cash, I love your kid.

Owen is AWESOME.

brenda! You're eating veggie and bellydancing! It's like you're changing your life or something.

I know! There should be a musical montage or something.

There should be a musical montage or something.

Are you dancing around your living room with your girlfriends to the strains of Motown?

OK, he fixed that too.

Are you dancing around your living room with your girlfriends to the strains of Motown?

No, no it's more of a power chord thing.

I have to get them out to do something tomorrow. After getting a more thorough tour of the house (trying to figure out where all the wires go, the garage, mom losing her sense of direction in the house) we ran various errands and they took me out to dinner at the Thai Restaurant, which was good. We all did some research, walked around the neighborhood and mom napped and dad tinkered.

But after I do all my paperwork (bills, cash, pictures, copies of docs, check in flight) we need some other activities.

fancy fast food

I hate Bourdain, but I really want him to get a link to that and flip the fuck out on a blog.

My brain is on hyper-think mode. I think I am going to have to take an advil pm to get to sleep, too many ideas and no conclusions.

Yet another person who had an infinitely more interesting life than my own.

The Marchesa Luisa Casati

For the first three decades of the twentieth century, the fabled Marchesa Luisa Casati (1881-1957) triumphed as the brightest star in European society. Possibly the most artistically represented woman in history after the Virgin Mary and Cleopatra, the portraits, sculptures and photographs of her would fill a gallery. In a quest for immortality, she had herself painted by Giovanni Boldini, Augustus John, Kees Van Dongen, Romaine Brooks and Ignacio Zuloaga; sketched by Drian, Alberto Martini and Alastair; sculpted by Giacomo Balla, Catherine Barjansky and Jacob Epstein; and photographed by Man Ray, Cecil Beaton and Baron Adolph de Meyer. She frightened Artur Rubinstein, angered Aleister Crowley and intimidated T.E. Lawrence. As muse to the Italian futurists F. T. Marinetti, Fortunato Depero and Umberto Boccioni, she conjured up an elaborate marionette show with music by Maurice Ravel.

Accompanied by her pet boa constrictor, she checked into the Ritz Hotel in Paris where it escaped. Considered the original female dandy, Léon Bakst, Paul Poiret, Mariano Fortuny and Erté dressed her. She adorned herself with the jewels of Lalique and directly inspired the famed 'Panther' design for Cartier. Her parties and appearances at others became legendary–at one celebration in her Venetian palazzo, Nijinsky invited Isadora Duncan to dance; Picasso attended a soirée at her Roman villa; while she costumed herself as a living artwork inspired by Dali for another. She was a subject of intrigue to Marcel Proust and the Comte Robert de Montesquiou. She whirled through Parisian nightlife, making an unforgettable impression on Colette, Elsa Schiaparelli and Coco Chanel. Nude servants gilded in gold leaf attended her. Bizarre wax mannequins sat as guests at her dining table, some of them even rumoured to contain the ashes of past lovers. She wore live snakes as jewellery and was infamous for her evening strolls, naked beneath her furs whilst parading cheetahs on diamond-studded leashes. Everywhere she went, she set trends, inspired genius and astounded even the most jaded members of the international aristocracy. Without question, the Marchesa Casati was the most scandalous woman of her day.

DH came home and we went for a drive - to see our older car turn 100K

very exciting