Cary II

Cary,
Aaah the holidays. Usually that time of exquisite fucked-up-ed-ness. For the first time I am loathe to accept it’s imminent arrival. Christmas in Cali. Sound like a bad movie title to me. But alas, maybe I speak too soon. After all, it is possible I will have a lovely time chillin’ with my dyke sister’s in-laws. Hmm.
And work. I have found the position of my dreams. (I can hear Scott, the travelling man I mentioned, inquiring as to the exact nature of that comment.) I work for an ex-marine mormon lawyer. He cracks me up. I’ll be there awhile, at least long enough for me to take my gre’s (aaaaaaggggghhhh!!!!!) and talk to a billion and one Berkeley folk. I finished the first draft of my personal statement for the application. I like it. Here’s to hoping they do. It’s cheese I suppose, but well written, especially after alittle more crafting.
So updates on all the fronts of life. The new roomie, Rob. Oh how I wish I could introduce you to this one. He rocks our humble abode. Reads voraciously, has a witty and spontaneous sense of humor, and truly enjoys making me laugh. (His comment not mine.) So we’ll keep him for awhile. The three of us seem to meld together pretty well, and once again, I manage to be the youngest person in my living situation. You should hear my new nicknames. Caito, Caitydid… reversion to childhood. Oh almost forgot. Mr Galinat the younger is still on my couch. Gettting up at five a.m. for work and hitting snooze four times I might add. So for the time being, there are four of us.
And how are you sir? Are you still managing with no quarrels and some compromise on bookshelf arrangement? How is school and such? Do you get to teach at all? Did you get to go home for the holidays? Who’d you see, did you party? Did you freeze your ass off? If so, I’m jealous. I want the snot to freeze in my nose, I want little icicles to form on the tips of my wet hair when I leave the house. I’m pouting. Truth be told, I want to be able to sit by a woodstove and enjoy the family Glog recipe. (Port wine and brandy, hot mulled with cider spices. Very warm going down. Tasty, and a bit too strong for the light hearted.)
The rest of all else is probably well what you could imagine. Boys.. there are some. I’m still enjoying Scott’s communications, and from time
u to time his company. I’ll be up in Portland with him for New Years. Meeting his four year old daughter. (Yes, it rings alarm bells in my head too, but it’s not like I don’t have the experience.) Interesting to date someone who’s divorced. Kind of a different perspective on relationships.
Reading Umberto Eco… enjoying it immensely. I’ve never heard the art museums of L.A.
des cribed quite the way he does.  “Let’s say Albert Speer, while leafing through a book on Gaudi, swallowed an overgenerous of LSD and began to build a nuptial catacomb for Liza Minelli.”  Adventures in Hyper Reality. I recommend it. I’ve been writing minimally, though at least consistently.
And that should put you right up to date. Work, love (well sex anyway), free time (other than the bar scene and the bowls) oh and almost forgot to mention that my room mates and I will be working on a screenplay for “A French Werewolf in L.A.” (pronounced Frahnche.) The wolf barely makes it through without getting silicon poisoning. I’m only half kidding here.
Ok Cary. I’m thinking of you as always and hoping you are well. my love to you and yours. take care and be well through the holidays.
oxo  Caitlin