Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Happy 03 all. No big plans for moi, just hanging out solo, enjoying the peace and quiet.

Z, Hickory made the national news tonight, something about how this guy's Corvette was eaten by the earth a few months ago, but they just found it? What in THE hell????

Got home from a long trip away. Spent lots of time with old friends, in a few different cities from Baton Rouge to NOLA to Biloxi to central Louisiana. I didn't get to see everyone, but was damn close. A few things of note. I finally went to the D-Day Museum in NOLA, excellent, though I only had two and a half hours to rush through it. I was able to see a majority of the European stuff but was rushed through the Pacific theatre. I didn't get to listen to many of the personal accounts nor the mini-documentary either due to time constraints. I managed a trip to the Louisiana Music Factory, always a must on my visits. I scored CD's from Irma Thomas, Cookie and the Cupcakes and Huey "Piano" Smith. I ate and ate and ate. Most notably, at a cute bed and breakfast place that I had been wanting to go to for forever, the Grand Casino of Marksville (they have a yummy, yummy Cajun buffet), my best friend's mom made a yummy shrimp mold and tons of holiday sweets, boiled crabs, sushi, this yummy tofu made with some sort of shrimp paste, crawfish ettouffe, cheese fries with jalapenos and a side of brown gravy (a heart attack on a plate but hot damn good), oyster po-boy, seafood stew, stewed green beans. My dad and I got some QT at the Hornets vs. Mavericks basketball game. I forget sometimes how alike we are. He is such the extrovert and always talks to strangers at sporting events. Being in the restaurant business he knew quite a few people, but he's horrible at introducing me (or my mom for that matter). One guy was in Aaron Neville's band. So my dad kept talking to him, bought him a beer, yaddah, yaddah. Finally, I tell the guy, "You know, he's my daddy." The look on his face was pretty funny, because I don't think people consider my dad a dad. They just think of him as the talker/entertainer/full of crap guy who always has something funny or smart ass to say. Not to mention he looks REALLY young. So young that people still asked for his ID when he was up to 40 years old. It's b/c he's so skinny and dyes his hair and still talks and is easily excited like a 20 year old about stuff.

On a funny mom note. One night we had to pick something up from my grandma's, and my mom had rollers in her hair. I looked at her and said, "Ma, you're not gonna take those out?" She says, "Oh no, no one's gonna see me." I said, "Uh, we don't have tinted windows, ma. But if you're ok, I'm ok." We leave, mom with her rollers, and I see that we need gas in her car. All she had was cash, and I said to her, "Why don't you go inside to pay while I pump," without thinking about it. She gives me this look of horror and says, "I'm not going IN THERE." I laughed and said, "Mama, you should be glad that I'm not in a passive aggressive mood, because if I were, I would refuse to go inside."

Got to see my friend Michelle today. She was in town from Vancouver. When I visited her in November, I kept commenting on how cute all of the umbrellas were. And I found this great one that was yellow, with huge ass flowers. Though I fell in love I opted not to purchase it. Well, Michelle bought it for me and gave it to me today. Was that not the sweetest thing? I can't wait for a quick shower, so that I can strut my stuff with my new cute umbrella. In terms of other gifts, a new cell phone, a foot spa, the World Cafe 10th Anniversary CD, those basketball tickets.

I always get a lil homesick after my visits. So I end up making Louisiana foods for the next week. Tomorrow, it's a big ole pot of red beans and rice. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

happy new year, my loves.
what are you doing to celebrate the occassion? i am playing it really low key (i'm also working all day till 7). i think i will cook lamb curry, rent a movie or two, and if it's still warm outside 'round midnite, i may take a walk up to Penn's Landing and take a look at some fireworks.
tomorrow i have plans for brunch, ambition to find out exactly what a "Mummer" is, and chalk out my new disciplined regime of a lifestyle. that is my new year's resolution... i'm not so big into the whole resolution thing.... but this year i feel a need to say that re-gaining my discipline is a must and it seems more official to make it a new years resolution. (i reallly had to justify it that much, yikes. i'm crazy).
oh tomorrow i am also goin to the movies. i will not eat popcorn. i will not.

Monday, December 30, 2002

There's a lot of hay in Indiana. Not enough axes though.

Sunday, December 29, 2002

if i may elaborate on my previous post:
when i say "i want a partner for the rest of time," i don't mean that i believe in THE ONE. i used to, but certain events in my life have made me change my belief system. now i believe there are a few, maybe even many. i have a whole theory. but i won't post it here.
when i say i want a partner for the rest of time, what i mean is this: i want someone who will encourage me, and whom i will encourage in life and in work and in life's work. i mean i want someone who thinks i'm as beautiful as i think he is. i want someone who respects me 110% and whom i respect in the same manner. i want someone who will trust me unequivocally, and whom i can trust in the same manner.
these last two seem to be a pretty tall order... finding someone who respects me that much, and whom i can trust that much. but it's the only way i'll have it. i'm not willing to settle for less. i almost had it once, and now, i want it for sure. in between then and now i played my share of silly games. i'm done with silly games. or at least... i want to be.

love most definitely exists. it's an emotion that is either absolutely terrific or absolutely horrific depending on the circumstance at hand. it can make you float for days on end, or can make you fall into the deep end.
there are many different kinds of love-- love between a parent and a child, between siblings, between friends, and of course between lovers. obviously, our conversation is of the latter.
again, i reiterate, love is most definitely an emotion that exists. it's an overwhelming emotion that consists of an abundance of admiration, respect, trust and caring. As Louise stated, it is an emotion that should not be, but often is confused with infatuation and/or an extreme liking. A relationship between two lovers is not always a relationship that consists of "Love."
I do not agree with Louise that there is any sense in arranged marriages. i say this mostly because i have a need to fight this thinking and mentality in my own world... my family very much wants me to be tied down as soon as possible, and of course, i do not. there are many different levels and ways and customs for arranged marriages... i am not a fan of any of them. and while i have no immediate fear of an arranged marriage happening to me... the fear does exist for the not-so-distant future.
i digress.
Nonetheless, for any relationship to work, no matter if it's arranged or not, the two parties involved must have some degree of each of the following:
1. respect
2. care
3. trust
4. admiration

as for "timing," yes... in order for a relationship to begin, the timing for both parties must be right. but i disagree with the notion that timing = love.
love is an emotion. it can hit you like a ton of bricks all at once, or can grow over time as you get to know someone. either way... it's pretty damn amazing. i hope that i can experience it again, and i hope all of you get to experience it too.

Friday, December 27, 2002

Back in the old days, people used to chop each other up with axes. This wasn't a very civilized thing to do. But, people tolerated it because, if you're afraid of having your head cut off by a big-ass ax, you don't really have time to worry about love.

Also, people used to fuck in the hay. They did this because nothing in the world was better at reminding them that they were, indeed, fucking, than the rippling aroma of horse feces.

i don't think love really exists, really. love=timing if it is anything at all.

or

i'm in love every minute these days.

Thursday, December 26, 2002

Oh, and one last bit on the "nice girl/guy" note: you never ever know what's under the surface. I knew a "nice girl" who was living with her S.O. when she hired a private investigator to find an ex of hers, and when he was located, she emptied the joint checking account and disappeared. And then there's the "nice guy" who left his wife and kids for a woman who had gone to high school with his son. That "nice" impression is not to be trusted. This can be great - I know a grad student who seemed so incredibly vanilla at first. Smart, sweet, but in a bland pudding sort of way. Then I found out that she had been a nurse, and had spent a few years in Africa doing immunizations/vaccinations and basic health care. This sweet pudding of a woman used to tramp through the bush on foot when the vehicle died, going to villages where white Canadian nurses had never been seen before. Now she trains nurses to work with young AIDS patients. She *RULES* and I never would have guessed if I hadn't been told.

Wednesday, December 25, 2002

Romantic love is hopeless (and it's supposed to be). I prefer the kind of love that comes with time and collaboration, which is probably why I think there is sense in arranged marriages. It's always taking a big chance; you never know what the future may hold (we all die, for starters, so "for the rest of time" might not work out if your partner kicks it before you do, and you decide you don't want to spend the rest of your life single). People grow and change and sometimes it means growing out of a relationship (with friends, with family, with a job, with a place, etc.). Plus I have ideas about fidelity and commitment that a LOT of people just can't deal with, so I tend to expect conflict (which is not a bad thing). And then there's my social science background, so I chalk a lot up to chemistry ("that's not love, it's endorphins"). I think a lot of people mistake infatuation with love, and sometimes manage to create love out of the initial infatuation.

As for "oh she's a nice girl" - if everyone saw your partner the way that you did, you'd have to be constantly fending off the huge crowds, so perhaps it's all for the best that others just get a nice impression and nothing else. After all, chances are you haven't stayed up really late talking with them or heard about their amazing year teaching school in Africa or seen them single-handedly save a kitten from a snowplow.

I'm tired and cynical, so I would say that what I expect from love...is a lot less than I used to. For example, I used to want someone who would take care of me but also respect my independence. That's a bit of a paradox, and although I have that in my relationship with Erin, I don't think I've had that with any other friend or with a boyfriend. I still want challenges, respect, intellectual stimulation and communication. It's all about communication. I don't think there's anything more frustrating than finding out that someone has just not been listening.

i'm bored.
love stinks. (but the reason i've never had a serious relationship in my whole almost 28 years is not cuz i'm just that lame, but because i'm just that picky. i'm not going for a "nice boy." i'm going for someone who moves me and will be partner for the rest of time. i'm also a hopeless romantic. have you noticed?)
let's take over the world, huh?

Hola kids and happy Dec. 25th to ya.

Here's my question for you folks on the blog: what do you think love is? or what do you expect from love?

I ask because I recently met one of my closest friend's significant other of six months. He's serious about her, and she'll be around for a while. I know he really cares for her, but I just walked away thinking to myself, "Oh, she's a nice girl."

If it were up to me, I choose more than "nice girls/boys" for them. I know that there are ups and downs, ins and outs of relationships. It's not always going to be a pretty picture. But when I think of love, I don't want to be second guessing about the sacrrafices that I make, fear that I'll catch him hooking up with one of my friends or be afraid of revealing the real deal. Most of all, I don't want to have any regrets, and I want to be able to walk with as much pride and pig-headedness and assertion as what I do most other times in my life. If that means not having experienced love ever again then that is the road that I will take thank you very much.

Side note: I'll be nice to the nice girl as long as she's around, even if it means till the day I die. She's his choice, and I accept it, and I am going to do my best to get along with her, for the sake of my friendship with him.

Tuesday, December 24, 2002


Merry Christmas, yew Bastards.

I will take over the world just so that I can ban Christmas. And then I'll work on stuff like the redistribution of wealth.

Sunday, December 22, 2002

i've been trying to remember for the last few days what it was that i did last year for new years. finally i couldn't stand it and remembered that i could probably find out by looking it up on the blog archive. i was sick last year. that would be why i don't remeber what i did. there'snothing to remember. this year, i don't know what's up yet... i have gotten an invitation to one alcohol free party that sounds pretty appealing. i DO know for sure that on New Years Day i AM going to seek out this Mummers Day parade and understand once and for all what a Mummer even is.

our holiday party at work was a Solstice Party (even though we had it a couple days before the Solstice). I volunteered to design the invitations, so i reasearched the Solstice online. There's the scientific version, which is interesting. they have lots of diagrams that look really confusing. but then there's the pagan version which is really interesting. the yule log and christmas tree come from this pagan celebration (much like the eater bunny is leftover from pagan times as well).

kainui has a birthday!

Friday, December 20, 2002

Makes a great last minute gift! Possum Fur Nipple Warmers.

I won't be at work until next year - so Happy Holidays everyone!

Angie, I have taken the Amtrak between Seattle and Portland a few times. It's supposed to be 3.5 - 4 hours, and sometimes it is.

Thursday, December 19, 2002

I think seattle to portland is a 2.5- 3 hour drive. I do not expect to be busy in April. May might be another story. Come visit. Don't bring a cold with you.

Mike, how far is Boston from Hartford, Conn.?

Shelly, how far are you from Portland?

I ask because there are two conferences that I am researching, one in each of the aforementioned cities. I still have to draft a proposal and submit it to my boss, so it's certainly not a for sure thing. If I did come, it would be in April. In a way I am leaning toward Portland, since I'll probably be in Boston in June. But Hartford sounds so cool. We'll see.

There have been a ton of Christmas parties as of late all around campus. Yesterday one of my friends called me to tell me about this one PHAT party that served BBQ and pecan pie to die for. I told her I wasn't sure I'd be able to make it because we had a half-day office meeting yesterday. As it turned out, I was able to break away for lunch. So I discreetly asked my co-worker Mike if he were interested in crashing that other party with me. He was game, so we went around in silly Austin Powers style. Not many people have questionable morals like mine, but I had a feeling that Mike would join me. It was the BEST food, and the pecan pie was out of this world. I'm even considering bringing one home with me. I ran into my "source" -- the one who told me about the party -- and she said, "I'm glad you could make it. I was about to have our intern snag you a piece of that pie!" Too much.

Wednesday, December 18, 2002

the stereolab chick really died? that's horrible news.

Here's what happens when I visit Seattle (Sept.) and spend half an hour at the florists picking out the most offbeat "flowers" I can find, Shelly's neighbors drop by with a bunch of organic produce, and then Shelly arranges them.


(ps thanks Z)

Tomorrow I am going to a potluck. My contribution will be Tang pie. It goes against my morals, and I've been craving it for a while, god help me. This meant going to a mainstream grocery store for most of the ingredients: 8 oz sour cream, 1/4 cup + 2 Tbs Tang, 1 container Cool Whip, 14 oz sweetened condensed milk, and a graham cracker crust. I had no idea there were so many kinds of Cool Whip. Cool Whip Free, Cool Whip Lite, Cool Whip Extra Creamy, Cool Whip Chocolate. What's next? Penny pincher that I am, I asked myself questions like "Do I have to use Tang or can I sub the generic store brand Orange Breakfast Drink?" (answer: only if I want to call it Generic Store Brand Orange Breakfast Drink Pie, and that takes too long to say). I think I may try to do a gourmet version next time (real whipped cream and concentrated orange juice, homemade crust). I thought for a minute about doing a vegan version (Tofutti "Sour Supreme," Hip Whip, and Silk soy creamer) but that grossed me out even more than the "real" Tang pie.

Here's my queue so far. Suggestions are welcome...
  1  The Importance of Being Earnest  
  2  Lone Star    
  3  The Women    
  The Princess and the Warrior  
  Cast Away  
  Happy Times  
  Moulin Rouge  
  Hedwig and the Angry Inch  
  The Royal Tenenbaums  
  The Man Who Wasn't There  
  Storytelling  
  Tortilla Soup  
  Antonia's Line  
  Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring  
  Enigma

Tuesday, December 17, 2002

Upma - I get to see your movie! That is so exciting! I can't wait for SXSW. Good luck.

Monday, December 16, 2002

that'll actually be PROFESSOR upma to you. thank you very much. (heheeheeeeee!)

Upma, you are not a crazy old lady. But when you are, you must join my crazy old people commune (all Lake Effecters welcome). We will have a big garden and an array of houses (Victorian brownstone, shack with big front porch, double-wide trailer, yurt, etc) and landscapes (from big city to small town to remote island). Z, all Monster Island residents have the required papers for visiting and working, with the option of becoming a Crazy Old Person too.

oh steph... you're too nice. just call me a nerd... i can take it. :-) when i'm old and gray and finally able to have my own house with a huge darkroom, will you show me how to do the sepia thing? and color too? will enlargers still exist when we're old and gray? i hope so. i'm getting so excited about march... i hope our film makes it in. oh... but did i tell you? no matter what SXSW says, i still want to have a screening party. probably just at someone's house... i dunno. heheee i can't wait!

jt- how'd it go this past weekend? i want to come to buffalo to take a squeaky class with you. i just want to come to buffalo. is the week-long-artist-in-resisency-program/pillow room still open? does the week-long-artist-in-residency-program expire? i'm still thinking about that... i also need a free week.

politics. i do not know anything about edwards. but i will soon know almost everything there is to know about him and every other democratic, republican, and green party candidates for the primaries. i just feel so strongly now... a sense of duty to educate everyone on
1. how evil Bush and the republican's are
2. how the democrats are better... but maybe not so much...
3. the green platform.
after listening to Kalle Lassn (the founder of AdBusters) this fall at the NAMAC conference in Seattle... i just feel like it is my duty and every other media artists duty to educate the people properly. if CNN won't tell us what's REALLY going on... someone needs to. but who is that? it's us. it's the independent filmmakers, the alternative media journalists, the starving artists... it's the poor people and the silent majority that need to become vocal. it's the citizens of this country that have a real sense of fear about the rights that we are slowly losing with this administration in charge. it's ... ok... enough... i'll stop. but you get it, yes? i mean... am i being a crazy old lady or is it real? and people DO need to be educated, yes?

i'm tired... i'm gonna go find some dinner.

Angie - it's nice to be in demand. No surprise. Upma - thanks for all the suggestions.
"no debt and at least 100K in the bank by 30" - not going to happen. I live month to month and am happy to be able to do that. Once the car payment is done, the savings account with be augmented.
Here was my weekend:
1) joined NetFlix - hello movie geekness
2) went to see the lights on 37th street (and took lots of long exposure pictures) - big, local deal in Austin where everyhouse on the street goes CRAZY with lights - totally over the top - you leave $$ on their electric meters, one house set up a fog machine to be a volcano with alternating red and white lights, another house did more home-made light strings - recycling plastic bottles to made their own shaped light strings (old perscription bottles, mouthwash bottles, egg cartons and so forth)
3) tried sepia printing in the darkroom - not crazy about the brown tint on most prints
4) bought about 8 different varieties of cheese at Central Market - nothing says the holidays like cheese
5) went and saw "Ratgirl's Holy Rockin' Christmas" play at the Vortex, laughed so hard my face hurt when it was over.

Edwards is going to eventually. He was very, very close to being Gore's running mate. He's got positives and negatives. On the plus side, he's young, charming and goodlooking. On the negative side, he seems to have no positions on anything, he's a former person injurys lawyer, and he's only been in public office for four years. If he runs, he'll have a hell of a time beating Herr Bush.

Did you see Al Gore on Saturday Night Live? He was really funny, believe it or not. Tons better than when John McCain was on. Better than when Robert Deniro was on, too.

Thank God, Al Gore has announced that he will not be running for president.

Zach, Upma: what do you know about Sen. John Edwards? Do you think he would make a strong canidate for the Dems?

Last night I went to my boss' Christmas party. The most interesting moment . . . . my boss' boss' boss (the head of our organization) is married to the head communications guy at a major oil company in Houston. I introduced myself, because one of my former co-workers used to work for him. We're making small talk. Next thing I know he is asking me about my writing experience and my placements (i.e., how many media were interested in the news release that you wrote up, the equvilent of asking someone, "exactly how successful are you?"). I saw where he was going, so I played his game. Then his wife turns to us and starts talking to me, and he says to her, "Angie has such and such experience." She shakes her head and says, "Yes I know." Then he smiles real big and says, "And we have an empty office." She looks at him and says, "You ARE NOT TAKING HER AWAY FROM ME!!!!!!!!!!!!"

After they leave, my boss walks around and we give each other the same look. He says to me, "Don't tell me that you are going to go work for JOHN SMITH (names changed to protect the innocent) . . . . . I can't believe he would try to steal you away . . . " I looked at him and said, "You have nothing to worry about."

I just have to remind myself again why I choose the state agency route over the private industry one. I could double my salary in corp. America, but I would also lose lots of sleep, not feel good about what I was doing, have long hours working on boring shit and I would have little vacation time.

Quite flattering though.

Friday, December 13, 2002

We didn't do anything special this year. I came home to be with my family. We all went out to eat. It was okay.

Weez - I'm not in debt, but my bank account is less than your's. I think I have about $25. I'm going to have to sell a kidney to afford rent.

Lola has just decided that the best toy ever is a half-full water bottle (with the cap on, thankfully)

From the Troutgirl Weblog :

"This Fortune article says someone my age needs to have $7.3 million net of taxes by age 59 to retire with an income equal to $100K per year in today's dollars. That's apparently not for two people either -- that's each. To achieve that goal they say you better have no debt and at least $100K in the bank by age 30, which entails saving $2600 a month -- that's $31,200 per year for those without calculators handy -- at least two-thirds of which is going to be after-tax for most people." [She goes on to point out the unrealistic-ness and gives a more realistic angle, but what can I say, I'm bitter]

What stands out for me is "no debt and at least 100K in the bank by age 30." I will be 30 in two years. I am $10K in debt and have savings of $80 (which may get raided for utilities, as my gas, electric and water have all increased - aside from the gas bill, I can't for the life of me figure out why). Which means I need that cool million to drop out of the sky soon.

I like them all, but confab, convergence, gross and whole enchilada stand out to me.

steph. a lump of lake effectors? we could be a school, but it's not as musical w/o the alliteration.
or if i'm a nerd i could look it up on thesaurus.com and tell you we could be one of the following: accumulation, aggregation, assemblage, assembly, association, assortment, band, batch, battery, bevy, body, bunch, bundle, cartel, category, chain, circle, class, clique, clot, club, clump, cluster, clutch, collection, combination, combine, company, conglomerate, congregation, coterie, covey, crew, crowd, faction, fit-out, formation, gang, gathering, grade, league, lot, mess, organization, pack, parcel, party, passel, platoon, pool, set, shooting match, society, sort, suite, syndicate, troop, trust, clambake, coffee klatch, conclave, confab, conference, convocation, council, flock, get-together, group, huddle, mass, meet, meeting, multitude, rally, sit-in, throng, turnout, convergence, ensemble, entirety, everyone, everything, gross, integer, jackpot, quantity, sum, sum total, total, unit, utmost, whole, whole enchilada

personally. i think there are too many good words in that list.

mike. how were the hippies... tell everyone what you did!!

this week has blown huge bits and chunks. i'm so glad it's over.

zach. scavenger hunt this year? what did you do?

Did you know that a group of flamingos can be referred to as a "flamboyance of flamingos" and you can say a "muster of peacocks, a raft of ducks, a team of swans, a nye of pheasants" and so on. I wonder what a group of lake effectors would be called?

Thursday, December 12, 2002

Happy 27, Z.

Happy Birthday, Zach - I hope you have a great year.

Wednesday, December 11, 2002

Thanks guys. I hope 27 is better than 26 has been.

Upma, do you kiss your mama with that mouth????

Happy b-day, Mull.

I found out the softball lady seems to be doing fine. Two days later she was out and about, and she took a final exam on Monday. She'll be in the audience on Friday.

Tuesday, December 10, 2002

hey you poor, dirty, cock-blockin, bastard, bloke! ( i can't believe i just used that c-phrase).
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! i love you.

Poverty kept me from seeing many movies or buying many albums this year. I couldn't even think about compiling a favorite movies of the year. I think I've seen about four. But, here's a list of my favorite albums this year. There are things I know would make the cut if I'd been able to purchase them. I'm thinking mainly of the new Pedro the Lion and Kill the Moonlight by Spoon. But here goes nothing...

In no order:
1. The Breeders - Title TK
Very dark and weird, but also hyponotic and beautiful. Most songs feature little more than drums and vocals. This is going to be the most overlooked album of the year, no question.

2. Kylie Minogue - Fever
For fuck's sake, does dance pop get any better than this album? Seriously. I'm not being retorical.

3. Lambchop - Is a Woman

4. Ryan Adams - Demolition
The slow pretty songs sound sincere. "She Wants to Play Hearts" and "Jesus (Don't Touch my Baby)" are heartbreakers. The rock songs are cheesy, but I think that's why I like them.

5. Pearl Jam - Riot Act
This is the first great PJ since Vitalogy. Not as balls out rock. Much more texured and thoughtout. A record of surprising depth.

6. Anomoanon - Asleep Many Years in the Woods
Neil Young fronts the Grateful Dead while playing Palace covers.

7. Teenage Fanclub - Howdy
Every single Teenage Fanclub album is worth buying. This one is no exception.

8. All Night - All Night
Greensboro southern rock band. Employ the phrase "cock-blockin'" at one point.

That's it. I'm sure there are other things I'm not thinking of. I hate being poor.

Ooooo sleet. I am finding I don't have a problem with the weather - just the way some people aren't dealing with it, like not clearing and de-icing the sidewalks, making my trek to work just a little treacherous. The downtown location of the co-op (not the one I work at) is in a network of alleyways, and none of the surrounding businesses are interested in maintenance, so it's a muddy, slushy, icy mess all the way around. Otherwise, I am a little kid in a candyshop.

Mike - a concert pianist named Max? I'd put him at #1.

Zach - I picture you forced to share living space with a dog, and I'm not sure who I feel the most sympathy for. I think you both rank neck and neck.

Angie - glad things worked out okay. If I'm ever in a major disaster, I want you by my side.

Monday, December 09, 2002

Stephanie, I think that you could easily outdo me on energy levels.

Z, don't be fooled by the rocks that Jenny's got.

The following is not for the faint at heart.

On Fri. night, there was the freakiest accident at softball. This girl from the other team got hit on the head by the ball. I mean, directly, full on with the ball (i.e., nothing deflected it). Next thing I know, she's screaming and putting her hand on head and she's on the ground. The umpire is shouting for someone to call an ambulance. The other team is rushing toward her. Most of my team is in shock.

One of my team mates and I ran to get ice from a nearby convenience store. He goes inside and ends up standing behind this man in line. I have the car running, and I run into the store. I say to the cashier, "How much for the ice????" He says, "$1.20." I look at my team mate and say, "Just leave the $2, and let's go! We don't have time to wait for someone to pick their Lotto tickets! We've got a head injury!"

When we got back to the field, it seemed like the girl was doing ok. She could give directions to her home. She could move her hands. They had her head wrapped to stop the bleeding. And she told us she wanted a rematch. We think that it hit her on the forehead and broke the skin, which caused all the blood, but it's hard to say with head injuries.

Still it was really scary. When I went to help the other team clean out their dug out, I walked passed the blood on the ground.

It's amazing though to see how people respond to situations. Some were standing on the sidelines. Others were kinda of shaken. A few were involved.

I found though, that some of the people who were standing on the side were the most insensitive. The umpire called the game as it stood, to be continued the following week. Two people (who coincidently were on the side) on seperate occassions went on about how we should have continued the game b/c it wasn't that big of a deal. I looked at both of them and said, "If you were to walk to home plate and saw the blood pool on the ground, your opinion would be different."

Anyways the whole thing was sad, because it really could have happened to any one of us. Seriously.

And my final word of widom to everyone on the blog. Her husband showed up. He's had a history of being a jerk, so maybe my opinion was a tad bit biased. But he shows up. His wife is on the stretcher, bleeding. Team members are holding her hand, telling her she'll be ok. What is HE doing? He's doing the very important role of HOLDING HER PURSE. When I notice this, I march up to a few of teh men on our team (two of whom are expecting children) and say, "If your wife is ever hurt the way she is hurt, you don't stand your happy ass around holding her purse. You hold her hand and tell her how much you love her and how everything will be ok, even if you haven't a clue!" One guy says, "Oh, he's probably in shock." I said, "In SHOCK???? What the hell do you think SHE is in?????"

Love the one you with. . . . .

Our house is the only one I know of that didn't ever lose power. Every other person I know lost power for at least a few hours. They say it was the worst storm in terms of outages ever. I maintain, however, that Hurricane Hugo in 1989 was a more destructive storm in more general terms. Some people disagree. Usually snow in NC is a lot of fun. We see it enough that it's almost like a unscheduled holiday around here. One a year you get a few days off, but no one knows exactly when that will be. Plus, native North Carolinians aren't jaded about snow. We still have fun with it. But, this last storm wasn't very much fun. First off, the snow was gone really fast. It snowed for about three hours, then it turned to ice and froze everything. You can go play and walk around in snow, but you can't do that in ice. So, there was no sledding or anything. And everything is frozen. Like frozen frozen. We went to a show last Friday and it took us thirty minutes to get into my car because the door was sealed shut. Audrey and Lisa eventually just climbed through my windows.

The house situation is another thing altogether. Since we've had power, we've had guests. Evan's girlfriend, Kaitlin, and her son, Hudson (2 years old), were here for a while and that was okay. They're considerate people. But, my housemates all turn into Mr. Goofy Kidsloveme when Hudson is around. They mean well, but they try too hard and Hudson, frankly, could give a shit about whatever funny face you're making. And then, Audrey and Lisa... First off, Lisa has a terrible dog called, Hi, who is completely worthless. It got wet in the snow and stinks. It begs for food. It licks. It mopes around because, I guess it knows it's just taking up our air. Hi has to go, soon, or I'm going to pull my hair out. Lisa and Audrey are okay houseguests. Lisa in particular is fucking loud all the time. And having two more people vying for kitchen and bathroom time is a hassle. They don't have anywhere to go and they are welcome here, but I won't be too sad when things get back to normal.

Angie -someone needs to figure out how to bottle your energy and sell it.
Zach - how are you doing post North Carolina storm?
weekend accomplishments - finished knitting a scarf, wrapped all my HanukahMas presents (being celebrated this weekend, don't you know), and convinced myself not to go into work this weekend even though I needed to (just didn't want to).

Sunday, December 08, 2002

The new J.Lo song, "Jenny From the Block," is what we kids call "bumpin'."

Thursday, December 05, 2002

Admission of guilt: I am addicted to eBay. I can't believe that shit. for crying out loud, I just signed up last week! There is so much stuff that I would love to have, but I am trying to behave. I've vowed to only bid on Christmas presents from here until January.

In other news, if you have not yet tried the Rold Gold honey wheat braided twist pretzels you are missing out. It's the perfect combination of salty and sweet.

For Christmas, my dad scored us tickets to a Hornets basketball game. We've got like fourth row tickets. How awesome is that? And that's not all . . . . My aunt from Boston is coming in. I'm finally meeting my friend Kyle's woman. And I will get to spend Christmas Eve with my best friend (whose mom I bought sexy underwear for) and her family.

I've been having a good few days lately. On Mon. I met my blues friends out for the first time in forever. We ate smothered chick, bbq beans, rice and corn bread while taking in a blue Monday jam. On Tues. I went to a Rockets vs. Spurs basketball game, because one of my friends scored free tix. Yao Ming, our 7"6 Chinese basketball star, scored 27 points. Represent, represent. We ended up winning, which was all the more better. On Wed. I took a jewelry making class with one of my friends. Good stuff all around.

Wednesday, December 04, 2002

! It snowed! Okay, like half an inch so far, but enough to blanket the streets and a bit on the tree branches. Lots of minor fender-benders all over town. My manager and I were like kids - raced out into the parking lot, had a snowball fight, slid around, let lots of snow build up on our coats. I wanted to take pictures but I lent out my camera yesterday, boo.

Mike, Happy Birthday. Sounds like you had a blast!

So. Where's the camera? (Upma, if you still have it, I have a snowball here just. for. you).

Here's the note that I posted to our community refrigerator:

We all would like to live in a world of peace, so please, please please help us in our quest for harmony. Refrain from leaving chicken salad with an expiration date of September 6, 2002 (today’s date is December 4), or 6-week old shrimp cocktail, and no one will get hurt. Many thanks for your gracious and gallant efforts.

Signed,
The Refrigerator Nazi

it might snow a whole lot tomorrow! well... relatively speaking anyhow.

Tuesday, December 03, 2002

Happy Birthday Mike. I hope you had a great day. Oh, Shelly, how was your sister's wedding? And all that hullabaloo? Here's my Thanksgiving rundown.
My Thanksgiving was mostly great. Lots of good food (yum, fondue) and board game playing (Imaginiff has replaced Apples to Apples as my new favorite party game) and walking around Audobon Park and knitting. And we got to celebrate Hanukkah as well. It was a full house with lots of laughing at old pictures and fighting over bad TV, and a million tuperware containers of leftovers in the fridge. The bad: grinding my teeth (stress) and triggering a migraine on my 8 hour drive back (doing solo - since Ted flew out to Chicago for work from New Orleans). So I check into a hotel two hours from home for a few hours until the pain subsides and my tunnel vision goes away and the smell of everything stops making me nauseous. I love spending time with my family but somehow my body thinks differently.

Sunday, December 01, 2002

Happy b-day, Mike F. How'd you celebrate?

A note about the holidays . . . .

I've decided that I exhibit bi-polar tendencies around my family because I'm an entirely different human being around them. It probably holds some truth for them, too.

There are certain ways in which they should be handled. My way is to quickly make up my mind on the matter presented and stick with that decision even if life or death depends on it. Otherwise, they will sense your weakness and prey on it. Silly it seems, but that's the reality.

Generally speaking, the fam really was not all that bad this year.

They still love free shit. I'm talking L-O-V-E that shit . . . . The day after Thanksgiving we were in a mall parking lot, and they were giving away some of that free Upside Down 7Up or whatever it's called. One aunt stops the car in mid-traffic, the other leans her body across the back seat and screams to the poor 7Up marketing guy, "Hey, over here. We want some 7Up!!!!!!!!!" Of course, I hang my head in shame and mutter, "IT'S NOT MARDI GRAS."

As always, the typical form of communication is yelling at 3 decibles in the most confrontational manner. If you speak in a civil tone, you'll be asked to repeat what you just said until you're back up at 3 decibles. I haven't quite figured out why it's so, maybe it's because we all can only hear certain tones at certain levels with each other.

There were a few really spitefull comments, not necessarily directed toward me, mostly in general. Some of the words reaked of racism, others plain old mean-spirited-ness. So my catch phrase during those choice times was, "Don't be an asshole."

I told my cousin (who lives in Calif. but who grew up living with these creatures known as my relatives) about the don't be an asshole comment, and he busted up. It's no wonder why he is the favorite of the family.

All in all, I still love them till the day I die, even if they are half crazy.