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22 December 2005 @ 05:52 pm
I have dubbed L.A.'s smogs and mists "smist."  
I arrived safely in L.A. at koimistress's. Tomorrow we're heading out for Yosemite. Koi's place is tucked away up a snaky drive in the Hollywood hills behind an unassuming façade, its exterior almost exactly like the rough beige of a shell, hiding a brilliant interior. Unlike a shell--ah, my segues are so witty--it looks out from on high over a twinkling valley. I'm in love with her feathered (shell-like) nest; every detail is like a designer's mot juste--the kitchen cabinet knobs, the tassel on my dresser key, the striped window shades. But it's not fussy; just warm and inviting, with soft throws on the couches, fat blissful little pillows, a fireplace--and oh, the comforter on my bed is the most comfortable comforter in the history of comfort. Almost every piece of art is something I'd have chosen. We both love black-and-white cityscapes and any uniquely striking play of light and shadow. She is just lucky that my favorites won't fit in my suitcase.

And she is a wonderful hostess. I arrived to find fresh flowers in my room, blueberries and yogurt in the fridge, truffles on the counter, a spa guest robe and an array of scented beauty stuffs in the bathroom, and her kind readiness to let me nap. Last night we went for "CalAsian" food at Yamashiro, another valley view to die for, and today we had lunch someplace with a weirdly inappropriate name, California Cantina, I think, which is actually French in proprietorship but has an Italian menu. I had lovely bruschetta and pasta and am so garlicky right now that you are probably saying "ahhh" to yourself because you'd been wondering where that smell was coming from.

I have napped and napped and napped and lingered in the chambers of the sea, by sea-girls wreathed et cetera, till armed-response alert recordings woke me and I drowned. It's a very well-guarded house.

Okay, I've stopped making sense. Tonight we plan in our vague and theoretical way to watch DVDs and Eat Things.

For "koimistress" my spellcheck suggests "koumisses," which I learn is a drink made from fermented milk, especially mare's milk, derived from the seventeenth-century Russian kumis, from Tatar kumiz. Sadly, I have a feeling I will never use that in a story.
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SpikeLuva: snowmenspikeluva on December 23rd, 2005 02:50 am (UTC)
Sounds absoloutely lovely! Enjoy your holiday!
torn between not okay and maybe kind of cute: caffeinekalpurna on December 23rd, 2005 03:43 am (UTC)
Okay, two things.

1) That sounds so, so much more civilized than the chaos of my house right now. I am jealous.

2) Your spellcheck is so, so much more sophisticated/random than my spellcheck. Again, I am jealous.
raqs: MalSantaraqs on December 23rd, 2005 03:45 am (UTC)
wow. I don't even know koimistress and i want to marry her.

and you should use kumis; it's disgusting but nutritious. surely this fact can be of some use to you.
Alizarin_NYC: inara heart and soulalizarin_nyc on December 23rd, 2005 04:07 am (UTC)
Even your vacation reads like the most beautiful John/Rodney story ever written.

I luxuriate in your prose. *luxuriates*
Herself_nycherself_nyc on December 23rd, 2005 05:28 am (UTC)
Oh my God. You've left Seattle!?!?!?!!! I didn't think you did that.
Jane Bluestockingj_bluestocking on December 23rd, 2005 09:29 am (UTC)
I have napped and napped and napped and lingered in the chambers of the sea, by sea-girls wreathed et cetera, till armed-response alert recordings woke me and I drowned.

You are asleep in the next room as I write this, and you're just lucky my giggles didn't awaken you.
the upper echelons of mediocrity: Rodneythe_star_fish on December 23rd, 2005 02:15 pm (UTC)
Maybe Rodney experienced koumisses when he was in Siberia?

::runs away::
Honoriahonoria on December 23rd, 2005 03:25 pm (UTC)
koumisses
The drink is part of Buckaroo Banzai canon--featured in the excellent novelization and some of the early fanfic. Canon and fanon, yo.
Trepkos: Antpersontrepkos on December 23rd, 2005 05:00 pm (UTC)
I arrived to find fresh flowers in my room, blueberries and yogurt in the fridge, truffles on the counter, a spa guest robe and an array of scented beauty stuffs in the bathroom, and her kind readiness to let me nap.

This sounds like just what the doctor ordered!
Hurrah for koi!