Twitter

I joined Twitter today. I'm still debating whether or not this is a wise idea. Is anyone else tweeting on Twitter?

Speaking of tweeting, lately I've been hearing a chorus of bird chatter outside my window very late in the evening. Their timing strikes me as somewhat odd; surely birds of the tweeting variety are diurnal, for the most part? I was always under the impression that nocturnal sounds were left to the owls and other hooting creatures of the night. Even now, I hear the birds chirping away as I type.

A quick Google search later and I find that what I'm hearing isn't so strange. According to the Boreal Songbird Initiative website, I'm just bearing witness to the birds' musical migration:

"On spring nights, while most people are sleeping, a river of migrating birds flows north from wintering grounds in South and Central America and the Caribbean towards the places where they will raise their young in the Boreal forests of Canada. Few people realize that most birds migrate at night and that the number of birds making this phenomenal journey number in the billions."

Who knew? Reason #9439 why I can't live without the internet.

{Photo courtesy of Boreal Songbird Initiative}

Salad with a side of celebrity (part deux)

Ordinarily, I'd just let this most recent celebrity sighting go unblogged because I just wrote about seeing a whole bunch of celebrities unexpectedly and I know it's not the most exciting of topics and therefore isn't really worth mentioning twice in a row, and I'm not terribly impressed with celebs anyway and I never even notice them, so why are they all of a sudden coming out of the woodwork and who cares, they're just people, for crying out loud! But I thought the latest sighting was too good to not mention.

T and I were walking hand in hand toward R+D restaurant on Montana when we saw a man walking from said restaurant to his hybrid car parked out front. He glanced up and looked straight at me and I realized that I was staring into the eyes of none other than Steven Speilburg. T wants to be Mr. Speilburg when he grows up, so he nearly died.

Salad with a side of celebrity

Last night T and I had dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant--this small, unassuming place with twinkle lights and great food in the Santa Monica canyon. A good friend of ours is a waiter there and we frequent the restaurant often; their fettucini with lobster in pink sauce is to die for. Anyway, it was as we were sitting down at our table when we noticed that our cozy little place had Kevin Bacon and Kyra Sedgwick in one corner and David E. Kelly and Michelle Pfeiffer in the other. T kept ogling Michelle and I couldn't really blame him because she is absolutely stunning in person (not to mention I had done my fair share of ogling when I spotted George Clooney dining in the same space a few months ago. And yes, he's just as dreamy as you'd expect him to be). An hour later Dennis Quaid walked in and picked up his to-go order.

Random.

File it under random

A friend of mine kindly pointed out to me that upon doing a google search for this blog using the words "joanna" and "lark", the first web site that pops up is a Joanna Lark selling fetish clothing and accessories from the UK. I mean, what are the odds? And what are the google gods trying to tell me, I wonder?!