oh man oh man. it is stormy. it is rainy. it is windy. at the office, it is flooding -- not from the ceiling (though, yes, in another area it is), but from the ground. this building isn't on foundation and somehow the rain is seeping in from i don't know where, but the carpets by the outside walls are soaked -- at least 2 feet in! the big glass door that opens to the public has been blown open three times swinging wildly. i had to lock it! something is rolling and banging around on the roof crash crash bang bang bang, but i don't know what it is. everyone else has gone to tend to buildings in some state of remodel -- covering unroofed houses and securing partially built houses and it's looking dire.
some guy just walked across the street and it was so windy that his jeans were flapping against the wind.
i guess it wasn't a great day to wear sandals.
yesterday i left the house in just jeans and a light shirt and my neighbor yelled hello and then said, "whaddareyagonnado if it starts raining?"
"i'm water proof!" i told him.
only today i'm not so sure.
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Monday, October 18, 2004
sharing the ♥
I ♥ Jon Stewart.
He's smart. He doesn't take himself too seriously. He's funny. And he'll call you on your shit. Now thass my kinda guy. Anyway, you probably already saw it, but if you didn't (and really, I'm telling you, you should), I'm givng you a link to last Friday's CNN Smackdown.
» 15 minutes of uncomfortable can't believe yer eyes
» get the bit torrent app
» what's the latest
I ♥ Howard Dean
Maybe its best that Dean lost the primary. By not being president, Dean can be more truthful (god that was a sad statement I just wrote) and perhaps enable more change and fire up more people.
» the fresh air interview
This morning? Man. My mood was so foul I didn't even want to hang out with me. Blech. Somewhere around 3ish I realized I should probably eat something, so I had lunch with KB & Bret and afterwards, to help cheer me up KB and I went to the movies. :) Oh, yes, it was a sappy cornfest, and I'm not going to tell you which one, but I will say this: coulda been better / coulda been worse.
Tonight it was Tortilla Soup night. Delish. Jan's back in town, but only temporarily. While my fingers have given their best effort -- staying crossed whilst I hoped and hoped that our fine friend would not only stay stateside but slo-side -- there is no fighting the inevitable. And so, Janski will be heading out once again in December. Hello, Burma? You'd better be getting your act together, cuz JS's is coming to town. (meanwhile, soup = yum and afterwards was impromptu Dan concoction of banana bread + buttered-sugared-heated-bananas + chocolate. mmmmm).
Yesterday was Shaun of the Dead. My very first Zombie movie. It's pretty safe to safe to say that it'll be my last, too, unless there is Shaun of the Dead II. Strictly farce-y, strictly silly, it was worth full price and I laughed and laughed. I got most of it, but c'mon, that Brit humor flies fast, so I wouldn't mind seeing it again.
BUT BUT BUT (and no offense to any of you fine european friends far and wide) there was the LAMEST ad before the movie and ohmigod it was straight out of Mentos-land and was so weird and just a bit off, that both me and Tom kinda scratched our heads and exchanged glances when it was over (which was not soon enough -- but then it is so awful I kinda want to watch it again and again) and I whispered the only explanation I could think of, "Europe." All that said and I'm not quite sure what the add was for... online radio? Phone/Camera/Radio? I don't know. (Tho recently saw hilarious car ad from Sweden involving car and decapitated cat which sounds awful but was good for the incredulous chuckle.).
I ♥ Jon Stewart.
He's smart. He doesn't take himself too seriously. He's funny. And he'll call you on your shit. Now thass my kinda guy. Anyway, you probably already saw it, but if you didn't (and really, I'm telling you, you should), I'm givng you a link to last Friday's CNN Smackdown.
» 15 minutes of uncomfortable can't believe yer eyes
» get the bit torrent app
» what's the latest
I ♥ Howard Dean
Maybe its best that Dean lost the primary. By not being president, Dean can be more truthful (god that was a sad statement I just wrote) and perhaps enable more change and fire up more people.
» the fresh air interview
This morning? Man. My mood was so foul I didn't even want to hang out with me. Blech. Somewhere around 3ish I realized I should probably eat something, so I had lunch with KB & Bret and afterwards, to help cheer me up KB and I went to the movies. :) Oh, yes, it was a sappy cornfest, and I'm not going to tell you which one, but I will say this: coulda been better / coulda been worse.
Tonight it was Tortilla Soup night. Delish. Jan's back in town, but only temporarily. While my fingers have given their best effort -- staying crossed whilst I hoped and hoped that our fine friend would not only stay stateside but slo-side -- there is no fighting the inevitable. And so, Janski will be heading out once again in December. Hello, Burma? You'd better be getting your act together, cuz JS's is coming to town. (meanwhile, soup = yum and afterwards was impromptu Dan concoction of banana bread + buttered-sugared-heated-bananas + chocolate. mmmmm).
Yesterday was Shaun of the Dead. My very first Zombie movie. It's pretty safe to safe to say that it'll be my last, too, unless there is Shaun of the Dead II. Strictly farce-y, strictly silly, it was worth full price and I laughed and laughed. I got most of it, but c'mon, that Brit humor flies fast, so I wouldn't mind seeing it again.
BUT BUT BUT (and no offense to any of you fine european friends far and wide) there was the LAMEST ad before the movie and ohmigod it was straight out of Mentos-land and was so weird and just a bit off, that both me and Tom kinda scratched our heads and exchanged glances when it was over (which was not soon enough -- but then it is so awful I kinda want to watch it again and again) and I whispered the only explanation I could think of, "Europe." All that said and I'm not quite sure what the add was for... online radio? Phone/Camera/Radio? I don't know. (Tho recently saw hilarious car ad from Sweden involving car and decapitated cat which sounds awful but was good for the incredulous chuckle.).
Sunday, October 17, 2004
timotribute
poured down
Yesterday God gathered all his available west coast angels and told them it was time to hit the aisles of Home Depot. It was time to buy some buckets. New buckets were needed as all the others were old and worn out or just left lacksidaisically in South East Asia, last monsoon season. So the buckets were readied and only some of the angels got lost in other aisles thinking of Cloud Improvement and Do It Yourself, and only two or five were pulled in by the powertools. The rest stayed focused. Then the water was scooped and the pouring began.
The last time I was in rain was last March in Maui when my sister and Albert got married. I marvelled at their smarts for choosing an island wedding. The angels there, the ones that got the lucky post of Hawaii, had bought their buckets and had scooped their water.
--
I woke up at 2:30 am to a demanding, pleading, persistent, aching cry. Some cat somewhere in my neighbor was locked out of its house, stranded in the downpour. "Go under the porch," I tried to ESP to the crying cat. "Get under an eave. Please be creative." But, driven by the angels and the buckets, this cat was determined. This cat had a purpose. That purpose was to wake up its fucking owners even if that meant waking up the whole neighborhood in the meantime. His meow spanned an octive -- low baritone callings to high-pitched exclamation-pointed pleas. This cat was a master of endurance and tenacity. And at 3:30 his arias were seemingly only just beginning.
--
Last night was a little Octoberfest party complete with drunken, singing Germans. Dan and Jill and Jenn and Kerry and I sequestered ourselves for fun little talks and catching up. I got there late but there was still delicious food and rambles on books, plans, people, and house affairs. Meanwhile, the rain still came down.
This might not bode well for the Halloween party (theme: carn-evil). Mid October rains often mean wet Halloween. Much to KB's chagrin I'm doing my normal one-two dance number of "I'm not going this year" to "maybe I'll go" back to "I'm not going this year." I said so again last night and she just sat there with a funny smile on her face and didn't say anything. "You and Bret can still go," I said (I'm the one with the invite). She smiled, "Well, we'll just wait because I know you will change your mind eight or nine more times before then."
I do this every year.
--
Shoot. I had a lot more to talk about. Yesterday a million thoughts and a million tangents and all kinds of everything were just brimming to the top. I should have blogged yesterday. :) More later perhaps.
Yesterday God gathered all his available west coast angels and told them it was time to hit the aisles of Home Depot. It was time to buy some buckets. New buckets were needed as all the others were old and worn out or just left lacksidaisically in South East Asia, last monsoon season. So the buckets were readied and only some of the angels got lost in other aisles thinking of Cloud Improvement and Do It Yourself, and only two or five were pulled in by the powertools. The rest stayed focused. Then the water was scooped and the pouring began.
The last time I was in rain was last March in Maui when my sister and Albert got married. I marvelled at their smarts for choosing an island wedding. The angels there, the ones that got the lucky post of Hawaii, had bought their buckets and had scooped their water.
--
I woke up at 2:30 am to a demanding, pleading, persistent, aching cry. Some cat somewhere in my neighbor was locked out of its house, stranded in the downpour. "Go under the porch," I tried to ESP to the crying cat. "Get under an eave. Please be creative." But, driven by the angels and the buckets, this cat was determined. This cat had a purpose. That purpose was to wake up its fucking owners even if that meant waking up the whole neighborhood in the meantime. His meow spanned an octive -- low baritone callings to high-pitched exclamation-pointed pleas. This cat was a master of endurance and tenacity. And at 3:30 his arias were seemingly only just beginning.
--
Last night was a little Octoberfest party complete with drunken, singing Germans. Dan and Jill and Jenn and Kerry and I sequestered ourselves for fun little talks and catching up. I got there late but there was still delicious food and rambles on books, plans, people, and house affairs. Meanwhile, the rain still came down.
This might not bode well for the Halloween party (theme: carn-evil). Mid October rains often mean wet Halloween. Much to KB's chagrin I'm doing my normal one-two dance number of "I'm not going this year" to "maybe I'll go" back to "I'm not going this year." I said so again last night and she just sat there with a funny smile on her face and didn't say anything. "You and Bret can still go," I said (I'm the one with the invite). She smiled, "Well, we'll just wait because I know you will change your mind eight or nine more times before then."
I do this every year.
--
Shoot. I had a lot more to talk about. Yesterday a million thoughts and a million tangents and all kinds of everything were just brimming to the top. I should have blogged yesterday. :) More later perhaps.
Thursday, October 14, 2004
i love melissa
My friend Melissa's been traveling for the last three (and a half?) months — all over the world, she has jumped from one continent to another. Instead of doing a streamlined, meandering trip, Melissa has been spending three to four weeks at a time in one beautiful location and then moving to a completely unrelated yet equally beautiful other location. For example, I think she jumped from Guatamala/Central America to Thailand (and asst countries)/Asia, then India/(does one call out subcontinents?) and then Europe and etc. She sends out these rich, meaty email describing exotic locales and friendly people and makes it sound dreamy and romantic. Truly, she should be a travel writer. Now she's in Spain and has this to say:
My friend Melissa's been traveling for the last three (and a half?) months — all over the world, she has jumped from one continent to another. Instead of doing a streamlined, meandering trip, Melissa has been spending three to four weeks at a time in one beautiful location and then moving to a completely unrelated yet equally beautiful other location. For example, I think she jumped from Guatamala/Central America to Thailand (and asst countries)/Asia, then India/(does one call out subcontinents?) and then Europe and etc. She sends out these rich, meaty email describing exotic locales and friendly people and makes it sound dreamy and romantic. Truly, she should be a travel writer. Now she's in Spain and has this to say:
We´ve had three unsuccessful pickpocket attempts in the last week alone, which provokes me to anger rather than any other emotion. Here in Spain, the people that have tried to steal from us are perfectly suitable looking people (well, one of the guys did look a little crazed in the head) with all of their limbs and clothes on all of their body parts. And I think about all of the people in India who were truly starving and missing an arm and wearing torn rags for clothes and I'm just pissed that people here would think it was okay to just sneak up beside us and try to unzip our bag. Shannon reminds me that there are plenty of pickpockets in the U.S., too, but I guess I'm not such a target there so I don´t think of it. If the locks don't keep these petty thieves away, my foul language is sure to.
What's Worse?
A.) being too earnest in a blog or B.) being too earnest in an email? ENOUGH WITH THE EARNESTNESS, EMDOT. I can't help it. But the deal is... I'm done with covering myself up with the Reflective Sarcasm Jacket and matching Protective Sidestep-with-Wit helmet. Yet, truthfully, it makes me a little uncomfortable, all this, well, um, earnestness.
But just when I was once again internally grimacing over yet another too earnest email, I got a little phone call from a good friend who didn't even say hello, just began the conversation chanting "I love you I love you" until I was overcome with giggles.
And while that was just the magic elixir I needed, I wish I was one of those people who could just say what I wanted to say and not care what anyone else thought about it. Next lifetime. In the meantime, I'm calling a ban on earnestness for the next72 48 24 hours.
A.) being too earnest in a blog or B.) being too earnest in an email? ENOUGH WITH THE EARNESTNESS, EMDOT. I can't help it. But the deal is... I'm done with covering myself up with the Reflective Sarcasm Jacket and matching Protective Sidestep-with-Wit helmet. Yet, truthfully, it makes me a little uncomfortable, all this, well, um, earnestness.
But just when I was once again internally grimacing over yet another too earnest email, I got a little phone call from a good friend who didn't even say hello, just began the conversation chanting "I love you I love you" until I was overcome with giggles.
And while that was just the magic elixir I needed, I wish I was one of those people who could just say what I wanted to say and not care what anyone else thought about it. Next lifetime. In the meantime, I'm calling a ban on earnestness for the next
oh dear lord i so lurve the blogosphere
My little sister, god love her, makes sure I've read the latest from Mr. Dooce. Thanks for the tip, Bec.
and PS how many times can i invoke those other people's lord's name in vain? ;) I almost did it three times (which would make me the equivalent of who? Peter?), but actually showed some restraint (before noon even) and kept it at two.
and PPS more Snarkliciousness (from comments on Mr. Dooce)
[1] I kinda like the idea of inter-mittens.
My little sister, god love her, makes sure I've read the latest from Mr. Dooce. Thanks for the tip, Bec.
He can talk about optimism, but with Cheney on the ticket, who is he kidding? Dude, if you want to be optimistic, you don't choose Captain Pacemaker: The Dark Lord of Horrible Scenarios to be your Vice President.Sigh. I do so love a man who can Snark. Jon is Snarktastic and Dooce'd better stop posting pics of him on her site taunting all of the single wimmin of America. I mean, I'm not saying; I'm just saying.
and PS how many times can i invoke those other people's lord's name in vain? ;) I almost did it three times (which would make me the equivalent of who? Peter?), but actually showed some restraint (before noon even) and kept it at two.
and PPS more Snarkliciousness (from comments on Mr. Dooce)
And by the way, if Kerry doesn't win, I plan on throwing up between sobs.Amen to that. And someone else wrote something about "Four more years / Four more fears" But my intermittenly dyslexic eyes read "Foul" more years and for the first time my intermittenly [1] dyslexic eyes were right.
I will also demand that SNL bring Will Farrel back to make the next four years more tolerable.
[1] I kinda like the idea of inter-mittens.
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
Superman and Wonder Woman
My kinda touching
Touching as in meaningful. Jeez Louise. Pull thy heads out of the gutter, guttersnipes. ;)
Not to jump on the cliche bandwagon, but I felt myself a bit bowled over thinking about Christopher Reeve and all that he has done since his accident. The way he approached his accident seemed so full of dignity and courage.... very touching. And the irony feels like the wizard behind the curtain.... pulling our humanity strings.
Monday Fresh Air reran an interview Terry Gross with Christopher Reeve. Man, maybe I'm just emotional today, but the tears just started streaming down my cheeks. I admire his brand of honesty and courage very much.
» Christopher Reeve Interview
you'll have to scroll to the bottom of the page.
oh and PS... what a closet buddhist he was. lots of talk about mind. ;)
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
pith helmet
"Artists, poets — whatever you want to call those people whose job is "making" — take in the commonplace and are forever recognizing it as worthwhile. — Corrita Kent
(as seen on Wish Jar Journal)
"Artists, poets — whatever you want to call those people whose job is "making" — take in the commonplace and are forever recognizing it as worthwhile. — Corrita Kent
(as seen on Wish Jar Journal)
overheard
My mom's been doing me a coupla favors. Lemme just say: I majorly lucked out in the Parental Department. So, I stopped to get her flowers today, to say thanks and to let her know that I know how much time/effort she's been putting into things. Only... once I got to Los Osos I could not think of any place to buy flowers. I stopped at a nursery....
Man: Can I help you?
Mar: Um, do you sell cut flowers? Do you know any place that sells cut flowers?
Man: There's a florist up there by Carlocks. There's a pet store, too.
Mar: In my experience, flowers are easier to give than puppies.
Man: Welp. That's true!
My mom's been doing me a coupla favors. Lemme just say: I majorly lucked out in the Parental Department. So, I stopped to get her flowers today, to say thanks and to let her know that I know how much time/effort she's been putting into things. Only... once I got to Los Osos I could not think of any place to buy flowers. I stopped at a nursery....
Man: Can I help you?
Mar: Um, do you sell cut flowers? Do you know any place that sells cut flowers?
Man: There's a florist up there by Carlocks. There's a pet store, too.
Mar: In my experience, flowers are easier to give than puppies.
Man: Welp. That's true!
you'll never believe this
{not for the faint of heart} {that means you, KB} What am I doing right this very minute? You'll never believe this: I'm donating blood. I'm actually doing what is known as an R1 donation, which is a high-tech system which separates the plasma and red blood cells while you donate. Afterwards the machine will actually "give me back" a saline solution (mixed w/ some of my original blood?). Supposedly this makes you feel better than if you had done a traditional donation. I LOVE THIS.
So I brought my iPod and am going to listen to a mellow playlist (includes Glover Gill -- Waking Life Soundtrack and Dub Natural, a super cool mix from usually non-lectronica Michelle Shocked), kick back, cruise Flickr and do my good deed for the day.
addendum
oh wait oh wait, one more one more.
{not for the faint of heart} {that means you, KB} What am I doing right this very minute? You'll never believe this: I'm donating blood. I'm actually doing what is known as an R1 donation, which is a high-tech system which separates the plasma and red blood cells while you donate. Afterwards the machine will actually "give me back" a saline solution (mixed w/ some of my original blood?). Supposedly this makes you feel better than if you had done a traditional donation. I LOVE THIS.
So I brought my iPod and am going to listen to a mellow playlist (includes Glover Gill -- Waking Life Soundtrack and Dub Natural, a super cool mix from usually non-lectronica Michelle Shocked), kick back, cruise Flickr and do my good deed for the day.
addendum
- (not for squeamish). The only time this felt uncomfortable was when the saline-solution was put back into my vein. Just a little uncomfortable; not bad. The saline solution is room temperature -- cooler than the hot-blooded veins, so it felt kinda creepy and chilly and icy and sorta sinister. Weird. (/squeamishosity)
- I forgot to explain: at the new Blood Bank each person who donates has a computer right there in front of them, so you can watch movies or cruise the "Internets" (oh George Bush, you are such a buffoon). How cool is that? So it was me, my iPod, and blogger/flickr to pass away a quick 35 minutes.
- 'Cept, while most people take 35 minutes, I'm like Old Faithful here: my veins were made to donate blood. I am in and outta there faster than any other donor and if you don't believe me I challenge you to a race! (I won't be eligible .til some time in December.
- I told the Blood Letting Person (Blood Tech? Count Techula? Dracula Welby, RN?) that I was going to be wanting the fanciest and/or more colorful bandage they had. This guy was so nice and thoughtful -- he brought me four colors to choose from. Hot Pink. Bright Orange. Electric Sky Blue. And Toxic Waste Green. I LOVE YOU BLOOD LETTING MAN. I chose Bright Orange, in honor of fall and my earthy-toned attire (khaki and black).
oh wait oh wait, one more one more.
- This woman who was donating same time as me but easily had four or almost five decades on me has given blood 111 times. And that's not counting all of the sporadic times she gave before she started her blood-doning mission. She walked outta there with a t-shirt and a coffee mug. I walked outta there empty-handed (yet with super styley bright orange badge of honor, so all was not lost).
Monday, October 11, 2004
Mt. ZAO
(Here I am, on the right; watch out, for my fires are fiery).
Lessons learned this weekend: it's not that I type fast, I just type faster than I think -- almost like my fingers are thinking before my brain. Or my brain is meadering and fingers are on 100 yd dash. This causes many spelling errors and interchangeable verbs and prepositions. Also, my fingers spell phonetically before brain can catch up. So Nextdoor Neighbor becomes next store neighbor. Hello, fingers? Please take a chill pill and ease up a bit.
The way the world works.
What I love about life and this crazy world: it's all connected and coincidenced and synchronized, whether we know it or not. For instance, let's say you get a new car -- some new model that you think is cool and that not many others have. (Hello, Dan.). You buy said car and next thing you know, THE CAR IS EVERYWHERE. Unbeknownst to you, everyone has been driving this car for years and years and your eyes just never took it in. Now that you drive one, they are ubiquitous. (And sorry, too late to buy less ubiquitously driven car).
For me this phenom happens a lot and latest form is of Sweden. Who knew? SWEDEN IS EVERYWHERE.
I'm a wierd combo of Mexican and Swedish and I've only ever known one other person to have this funny ancestral mix (Chip! Where are you?). Needless to say he was highly intelligent and fiercely attractive and hugely greatly successful. Natch.
Okay. I had a pretty potent cup of coffee this morning. ;) I should stop. Some day my blog posts will actually have an arc and be succinctly edited. I will create a "Notify Me" so you can sign up and know when this happens.
Lessons learned this weekend: it's not that I type fast, I just type faster than I think -- almost like my fingers are thinking before my brain. Or my brain is meadering and fingers are on 100 yd dash. This causes many spelling errors and interchangeable verbs and prepositions. Also, my fingers spell phonetically before brain can catch up. So Nextdoor Neighbor becomes next store neighbor. Hello, fingers? Please take a chill pill and ease up a bit.
The way the world works.
What I love about life and this crazy world: it's all connected and coincidenced and synchronized, whether we know it or not. For instance, let's say you get a new car -- some new model that you think is cool and that not many others have. (Hello, Dan.). You buy said car and next thing you know, THE CAR IS EVERYWHERE. Unbeknownst to you, everyone has been driving this car for years and years and your eyes just never took it in. Now that you drive one, they are ubiquitous. (And sorry, too late to buy less ubiquitously driven car).
For me this phenom happens a lot and latest form is of Sweden. Who knew? SWEDEN IS EVERYWHERE.
I'm a wierd combo of Mexican and Swedish and I've only ever known one other person to have this funny ancestral mix (Chip! Where are you?). Needless to say he was highly intelligent and fiercely attractive and hugely greatly successful. Natch.
Okay. I had a pretty potent cup of coffee this morning. ;) I should stop. Some day my blog posts will actually have an arc and be succinctly edited. I will create a "Notify Me" so you can sign up and know when this happens.
Friday, October 08, 2004
This is the Bad Cat
Well, tonight I was supposed to drive two hours south for a weekend-long retreat, but the center changed its plans and I found some extra time on my hands. Kinda glad to not do the drive, but truth be told, I could prolly do with the meditation practice. My brain needs a break.
» interview with Illustrator Marjane Satrapi
Satrapi wrote an illustrated memoir (a la maus) about growing up in iran before and after the revolution and being an outspoken, trouble-making (havoc wreaking? tm apprentice) female. She says her best friend was killed in a bombing raid and that death evaporated any fear she previously had. Once you are not afraid to die you have no more fear (she said it much more eloquently and with a more interesting accent).
» interview with interview with jimmy page
Speekina accents, what kinda british accent does Page have? Yet c'mon. It's Jimmy Page. Let's have no accent quibble. Page ponders if he were to wander into a guitar shop with the "No Stairway" sign and rule, would they make an exception for him? Also about John Bonham's ability to tune a drum and how great it was to tour with the Black Crows (Hey KB tell Bret that this one's for him).
» interview with tom waits
About wanting to be an old man at a young age and how he still wishes he'd busked it. Also how people mistake one of his songs for being sung by Frank Sinatra (yeah, okay, you have to suspend belief a leetle bit). As well as a sweet song in tribute to Louis Armstrong.
» tom, dan, and peter on the "media" and what they would do differently
About their friendship, political blogs, the nonexistance of journalistic science, and covering the Laci Peterson trial
Man, I tried to listen to the debates, but George Bush's tone of voice makes me want to throw things and/or become Canadian. The fact that he appeals to this massive amount of people — I only wonder who these people are because he makes my face scrunch up. I had to keep changing the channel.
» interview with Illustrator Marjane Satrapi
Satrapi wrote an illustrated memoir (a la maus) about growing up in iran before and after the revolution and being an outspoken, trouble-making (havoc wreaking? tm apprentice) female. She says her best friend was killed in a bombing raid and that death evaporated any fear she previously had. Once you are not afraid to die you have no more fear (she said it much more eloquently and with a more interesting accent).
» interview with interview with jimmy page
Speekina accents, what kinda british accent does Page have? Yet c'mon. It's Jimmy Page. Let's have no accent quibble. Page ponders if he were to wander into a guitar shop with the "No Stairway" sign and rule, would they make an exception for him? Also about John Bonham's ability to tune a drum and how great it was to tour with the Black Crows (Hey KB tell Bret that this one's for him).
» interview with tom waits
About wanting to be an old man at a young age and how he still wishes he'd busked it. Also how people mistake one of his songs for being sung by Frank Sinatra (yeah, okay, you have to suspend belief a leetle bit). As well as a sweet song in tribute to Louis Armstrong.
» tom, dan, and peter on the "media" and what they would do differently
About their friendship, political blogs, the nonexistance of journalistic science, and covering the Laci Peterson trial
Man, I tried to listen to the debates, but George Bush's tone of voice makes me want to throw things and/or become Canadian. The fact that he appeals to this massive amount of people — I only wonder who these people are because he makes my face scrunch up. I had to keep changing the channel.
Thursday, October 07, 2004
fat cats
The vet says the cats are fat. But I think he meant phat. Cuz he's a hip vet, in a very four-years-ago sort of way.
So kitties are going on diets. I don't really understand this, as the vet's been telling me all along to expect one-pound-growth per month. Chapin is 11 months and weighs 11.3 pounds.
You know what this means (11 months...). Ridiculous first birthday cat party in the works. Get ready to roll your eyes, all ye "enough with the cats on the blogs" blog readers. ;) This blog has no shame!
Plus, it's fun to dress cats up in hats. (I learn from the best).
And aprospos of nuthin at all, starting tomorrow I'm seriously cutting down online activity. Bets can be placed in the back. Use the secret knock.
p.s. High 5 to Merlin. I'm the only person I know who sold back all her Liz Phair CDs (even the store guy said, "really?!") and don't even get me started on PJ Harvey. I want to like them. But sometimes wanting's just not enough. More Merlin Musings, this time with camera.
The vet says the cats are fat. But I think he meant phat. Cuz he's a hip vet, in a very four-years-ago sort of way.
So kitties are going on diets. I don't really understand this, as the vet's been telling me all along to expect one-pound-growth per month. Chapin is 11 months and weighs 11.3 pounds.
You know what this means (11 months...). Ridiculous first birthday cat party in the works. Get ready to roll your eyes, all ye "enough with the cats on the blogs" blog readers. ;) This blog has no shame!
Plus, it's fun to dress cats up in hats. (I learn from the best).
And aprospos of nuthin at all, starting tomorrow I'm seriously cutting down online activity. Bets can be placed in the back. Use the secret knock.
p.s. High 5 to Merlin. I'm the only person I know who sold back all her Liz Phair CDs (even the store guy said, "really?!") and don't even get me started on PJ Harvey. I want to like them. But sometimes wanting's just not enough. More Merlin Musings, this time with camera.
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
where i want to go
photo by andrea scher, superhero
I want to go here. In the next 12 months. Wow. Paradise. I want to spend the day snorkeling and the nights lounging and laughing under twinkle lights. Bare shouldered. I think this might be heaven.
I also loved this:
photo by andrea scher, superhero
I want to go here. In the next 12 months. Wow. Paradise. I want to spend the day snorkeling and the nights lounging and laughing under twinkle lights. Bare shouldered. I think this might be heaven.
I also loved this:
On Humpy's tag it said::)
I wander.
Feed me
Love me
Release me
and we decided that we all need to wear tags like that.
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
When W goes to sleep he's a viking
Snerk! Now this is my kinda protest sign: Ralphwiggumism Protests.
"Me fail English? That's unpossible!"
"Me fail English? That's unpossible!"
evangelista
I'm nothing if not an evangelist. In other words, if I love it, I'm going to believe in the universal-awesome-ness of it and I will tell you about it. And I might tell you about it two or three times. Unless you are my nextdoor neighbor. In that case I might tell you nine or ten times. I can't help it: it's just who I am. The very enthusiastic girl who wants to share the Most Awesome Thing In The World. Whatever that happens to be when we run into each other.
Current Evangelism
» iPods
» Flickr
» Copa de Oro
» Dragon Pheonix Pearl Green Tea
» Banana Waffles
»The Apprentice Over it.
» TWoP
» Information Architecture
» Gmail
» Los Osos/Baywood Park
» Fresh Air
» NPR
» This American Life
» Brett Dennen
I'm nothing if not phonaphobic. Please don't take it personally if I'm slow on the Return Call or if I sidestep being the person to set up a dinner with a group of friends. I'm also pretty tough to pin down on any kind of planning... like commit to coffee?... ummm.... ahhhh... can we play it by ear? Jeez, why is it, do you think, I am still single? I can't even commit TO COFFEE.
Jan and I were driving out to Montana de Oro this morning. She's only here for a few more days and we both realized, silently at the same time while motoring out to MdO, that there should be a Jim-and-Ana dinner before she leaves.
Jan: Do you want to call them or do you want me to call them?
Mar: You should call them. I'm phone-unreliable.
Jan: Heh.
Mar: Hey, at least I admit to it right up front.
Jan: But you are fun-reliable.
Mar: This I am. I am very fun-reliable. And pun-reliable.
I was reading some new-agey crap (ha) last night that sent an arrow straight into my heart. About how we are each right exactly where we are supposed to be. I don't care if it sounds airy-fairy -- I think this is spot on. Also it said "imagine if everyone did what was true in their heart for one day... In one day the entire world would change." I'm paraphrasing. I said something like this last week and man... seriously... I think this is right.
I think we are put on this earth to do what we love. What do you love? Do that. Today. Even if only for five or fifteen minutes.
Current Evangelism
» iPods
» Flickr
» Copa de Oro
» Dragon Pheonix Pearl Green Tea
» Banana Waffles
»
» TWoP
» Information Architecture
» Gmail
» Los Osos/Baywood Park
» Fresh Air
» NPR
» This American Life
» Brett Dennen
I'm nothing if not phonaphobic. Please don't take it personally if I'm slow on the Return Call or if I sidestep being the person to set up a dinner with a group of friends. I'm also pretty tough to pin down on any kind of planning... like commit to coffee?... ummm.... ahhhh... can we play it by ear? Jeez, why is it, do you think, I am still single? I can't even commit TO COFFEE.
Jan and I were driving out to Montana de Oro this morning. She's only here for a few more days and we both realized, silently at the same time while motoring out to MdO, that there should be a Jim-and-Ana dinner before she leaves.
Jan: Do you want to call them or do you want me to call them?
Mar: You should call them. I'm phone-unreliable.
Jan: Heh.
Mar: Hey, at least I admit to it right up front.
Jan: But you are fun-reliable.
Mar: This I am. I am very fun-reliable. And pun-reliable.
I was reading some new-agey crap (ha) last night that sent an arrow straight into my heart. About how we are each right exactly where we are supposed to be. I don't care if it sounds airy-fairy -- I think this is spot on. Also it said "imagine if everyone did what was true in their heart for one day... In one day the entire world would change." I'm paraphrasing. I said something like this last week and man... seriously... I think this is right.
I think we are put on this earth to do what we love. What do you love? Do that. Today. Even if only for five or fifteen minutes.
Monday, October 04, 2004
Monday, Monday
I'm the only person in the entire universe who likes Mondays. What can I say? I like fresh starts and appreciate having one every single week. Plus I was born on a Monday.
Recent fun things.
Beer with new friend. Always fun. 'Cept Mar Mar Superstar should prolly stick with just one, even though I only had just two. But just one-and-a-half and I start feeling a little overly silly and the mouth starts going and the enthusiasm starts flowing and someone. should. really. stop. me. Either that or feed me dinner beforehand.
Janski's in town. Time with Jan always makes me fired up to go out there and live my life. Cuz hers is so... adventurous and productive. Back for a few months from a few years in a far-off-distant Asia where her best friends were muslim men and she became accustomed to regularly intermittant electricity, Jan has stories that make you happy to be a part of the human race.
She traded me her stories for Flickr Lessons. We spent a couple hours going through how to set up an account, how to create a flickr web address (bean, maya, jdr/calvo, kellsbells [<— new nickname for mscaprikell] — all y'all need to do this), showing how contacts, groups, privacy settings, comments, notes, blog this, and favorites work — the whole shebang. Tomorrow we're going over Blogger.
Jan's only uploaded a couple of pictures from Tajikistan, but they are worth a gander.
» Janski's photos
» Jan from Last Summer
For your listening pleasure
» The man who surfed the whale
» Zach Braff interview
Zach Braff? What's not to love.
I'm the only person in the entire universe who likes Mondays. What can I say? I like fresh starts and appreciate having one every single week. Plus I was born on a Monday.
Recent fun things.
Beer with new friend. Always fun. 'Cept Mar Mar Superstar should prolly stick with just one, even though I only had just two. But just one-and-a-half and I start feeling a little overly silly and the mouth starts going and the enthusiasm starts flowing and someone. should. really. stop. me. Either that or feed me dinner beforehand.
Janski's in town. Time with Jan always makes me fired up to go out there and live my life. Cuz hers is so... adventurous and productive. Back for a few months from a few years in a far-off-distant Asia where her best friends were muslim men and she became accustomed to regularly intermittant electricity, Jan has stories that make you happy to be a part of the human race.
She traded me her stories for Flickr Lessons. We spent a couple hours going through how to set up an account, how to create a flickr web address (bean, maya, jdr/calvo, kellsbells [<— new nickname for mscaprikell] — all y'all need to do this), showing how contacts, groups, privacy settings, comments, notes, blog this, and favorites work — the whole shebang. Tomorrow we're going over Blogger.
Jan's only uploaded a couple of pictures from Tajikistan, but they are worth a gander.
» Janski's photos
» Jan from Last Summer
For your listening pleasure
» The man who surfed the whale
» Zach Braff interview
Zach Braff? What's not to love.
Friday, October 01, 2004
overheard
emdot: hey, when's that guy sposedta be here?
ann: thirty minutes ago.
emdot: you love him.
ann: i so do not love him.
Ann's been awaiting the computer guy for days. "He doesn't call!" she says, about his non-responsiveness and/or lateness. I sigh and say, "He doesn't call, he doesn't write...."
emdot: hey, when's that guy sposedta be here?
ann: thirty minutes ago.
emdot: you love him.
ann: i so do not love him.
Ann's been awaiting the computer guy for days. "He doesn't call!" she says, about his non-responsiveness and/or lateness. I sigh and say, "He doesn't call, he doesn't write...."
rabbit rabbit rabbit
"No president who has presided over Abu Ghraib should ever say he wants to put anyone on a leash." — Andrew Sullivan
Good one, Andrew.
It's October and I am not so sad to say buh-bye to September. True, it was my birthday. True (well, according to some), I had all these incredibly "lucky" planets lined up in a Luck Line pointing directly (and luckily) to my heart (or something; talk to the astrologists; they'll tell you all about it). Yet... SEPTEMBER SUCKED and I was quite happy to show it the door.
Last night, well, shoot. I missed the King and Queen coronation for Mardi Gras. I meant to go to that. But I worked late and around 8 Dan and Fred swung by, swooped me up and took me to dinner at our favorite coastal eatery, Taco Temple. (Yum does not even begin to describe.) (Taco Temple is like California Coast Cuisine... fancy, shmancy food wearing its weekend kickaround clothes). This was followed by drinks at an MB watering hole and colored in with indepth discussions about men, women, sex, dating, sex, work, sex, etc. Very fun.
"No president who has presided over Abu Ghraib should ever say he wants to put anyone on a leash." — Andrew Sullivan
Good one, Andrew.
It's October and I am not so sad to say buh-bye to September. True, it was my birthday. True (well, according to some), I had all these incredibly "lucky" planets lined up in a Luck Line pointing directly (and luckily) to my heart (or something; talk to the astrologists; they'll tell you all about it). Yet... SEPTEMBER SUCKED and I was quite happy to show it the door.
Last night, well, shoot. I missed the King and Queen coronation for Mardi Gras. I meant to go to that. But I worked late and around 8 Dan and Fred swung by, swooped me up and took me to dinner at our favorite coastal eatery, Taco Temple. (Yum does not even begin to describe.) (Taco Temple is like California Coast Cuisine... fancy, shmancy food wearing its weekend kickaround clothes). This was followed by drinks at an MB watering hole and colored in with indepth discussions about men, women, sex, dating, sex, work, sex, etc. Very fun.
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