Wednesday, July 30, 2003

A work vent...

There is this one institute on campus who I have trouble with. The faculty members are great, but they just need help in staying on a consistent "message." I.e., the left hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing. So today was the straw. This dumb ass guy who is not even affiliated with the university starts handing down PR counsel. I didn't want to, but I had to show his ass in front of a few people. Who the hell does he think he is anyways? Just because he can't pitch shit for his clients (he works for a PR agency that represents multiple companies that probably say nothing and are paying him way too much in consulting fees) doesn't mean he can come in on my turf and lure my faculty away. Besides how many times do I need to tell you to mind your own business?

Sorry, I don't know that any of the above makes any sense whatsoever, but it needed to come out.

Tuesday, July 29, 2003

1. If your life were a movie, what would the title be?

stupid puma (working title)
south asian diva: the story behind the legend (2025)

2. What songs would be on the soundtrack?

the indian version of "macherena"
the indian version of "pump up the volume"
that hot new hit by Punjabi MC
"Born Disco. Died Heavy Metal" Cornershop
"Stupid Puma" Don Cabellero
"I Wanna Hold Your Hand" The Beatles
"Happy Shiny People" REM
"Love Shack" B52's
"Every Rose Has It's Thorn" Poison
"La La Love You" The Pixies
and original Bollywood hits by original Bollywood artists!

3. Would it be a live-action film or animated? Why?

Live Action. I'm no toon.

4. Casting: who would play you, etc.?

I would prefer if Minnie Driver could do it. But it would probably be that seetal shah chick that's in all the indian-american movies. she's cool too... but i'd rather be remembered like minnie.

5. Describe the trailer.

a musical sequence where minnie driver (me) is in a totally fab rock star outfit rockin it bollywood style in the middle of an open field... suddenly she's surrounded by hhhhhot men who are all dancing/gyrating behind her and "wooing" her. me. wooing me with their dance.
*************

upma quote of the week:
it's raining boys in my world, and hell if i'm holding up an umbrella.



Monday, July 28, 2003

JT? Rat-brained robot does distant art. Thank you, BBC News.

1. If your life were a movie, what would the title be?

Bastardo: A Man With Looks, Nuts, and Guts

2. What songs would be on the soundtrack?

"Wild Child" by WASP, ""Who Wants to Be Lonely?" by Kiss, "Suddenly" by Billy Ocean, "Soul Food" by Goodie Mob, "So Jesus Was at the Last Supper?" by A Minor Forest, "Waiting in Your Welfare Line" by Buck Owens, "Myrtle" by Vic Chesnutt, "Can't Stop, Won't Stop" by KRS-One, "the Cowboy Wedding Song" by Clint Eastwood, and "I Don't Want Control of You" by Teenage Fanclub.

3. Would it be a live-action film or animated? Why?

Animated, I think, because Hollywood insist on casting the fattest bastard they could find to play me. No, WAIT, it would be live action. See below.

4. Casting: who would play you, members of your family, friends, etc?

I would play myself, a few of my friends would play themselves as well, randomly chosen - although Grace would be played by Grace - but all of the rest would be Muppets. Mom is a muppet, Thad is a muppet, Benji Shirley is a goofy ass muppet.

5. Describe the movie preview/trailer.

Muppets of Goodie Mob and myself would lipsync all of "Soul Food" in a funky soul food joint. That would be dope.

Wow, this movie Friday Five was a hard one....

I don't know what my movie title or preview/trailer would look like.

My character would be a mix of the stylings of Punkie Brewster, the passion of Willie Nelson, the idealism/tenacity of LBJ, the silly dramatics of Meg Ryan characters, the dramatic dramatics of Fred Sanford, the attitude of Flo from Mel's Diner, and the honest laugh of Julia Roberts.

The soundtrack would include songs like:
Who Can It Be Now (Men At Work)
Mind Your Own Business (Hank Sr.)
Strength, Courage and Wisdom (Indie Arie)
You Are My Sunshine (Jimmy Davis)
Closer to Fine (Indigo Girls)
Doin' Da Butt (????)

The genre would consist of a mix of everything -- comedy (I often laugh at random shit), action (for when I beat the asses of ignorant peeps), animation (always running from one place to the other), drama (duh!), documentary (I'm all about the storytelling), foreign (thanks to my outta space family members).

Sunday, July 27, 2003

Everyone showed up for the first hour of the Moving Giveaway, so I wound up with lots of time to kill at home. I read Wired for the first time in months, and then read the entirety of She's A Flight Risk. My interest in could-be-couldn't-be weblogs continues. It seems to be in the same vein as my fascination with personal ads - and just the other day, I ran across the personal ad of someone I know, quite by accident. I don't know this person particularly well, but I will be seeing them soon...I wonder if I should bring it up or not? I'd answer the ad, just for fun (yes, my idea of fun is rather perverse), but it costs $24.95 to buy "credits" which are then used to reply to ads and chat with ad placers. Er, no.

Saturday, July 26, 2003

Did anyone listen to last week's This American Life? Enemy Camp. Act One: A priest who once covered up sex scandals for the Catholic church quits his job and joins the staff of a law firm specializing in suing the church on behalf of abuse victims.

1. If your life were a movie, what would the title be?

Titles. Feh. I have no use for titles.

2. What songs would be on the soundtrack?

The film itself is only fifteen minutes long, but the soundtrack runs to 3 hrs, 52 mins. Go here for a sample.

3. Would it be a live-action film or animated? Why?

It's live, it's action, it's animated. It's Art, baby.

4. Casting: who would play you, members of your family, friends, etc?

No humans were harmed in the making of this film.

5. Describe the movie preview/trailer.

10 second spot: 8 secs of flickering screen, sound of a rattly old projector (the sort I learned to use in elementary school). 2 secs of shadows onscreen coalescing.

Friday, July 25, 2003

Have you guys seen this? It's Hipster Bingo...
http://www.glossosaurus.com/junk/hipsterbingo/

Thursday, July 24, 2003

Hey kids. I finally have home Internet access again. Man, I felt like I've been living in pre-historic times for the last month. I still need a computer desk (was using my dining room table at the apartment) but a friend of mine is laoning/giving me one in the next month. Once I get it I won't have to worry about sending e-mail as I type in the fetal position.

Family has been in town the last few days. My dad insisted that I get this Asian, super powerful overhead exhaust fan aboce the stove. I'm convinced that the makers should have posted a saftey warning on the damn thing, as it probably sucks up small children and spits them out into faraway galaxies many, many light years away from the Milky. I have to admit though, it is nice.

For about a week, I was feeling like I've been overly bitter, so I'm trying to work on it. I came down really hard on my aunt one day when I was all hormonal (sorry fellas, it's a fact of life). She really deserved it, though I can't help but feel the pangs of guilt. And I've been a hard ass on a person who was a good friend but who's reaching the outskirts of town. So, as of a few days ago, I've been making it a point not to hold to many grudges, et al. I make no promises, but so far I've been doing a good job me thinkest.

I really have not been into music as much lately. But I made a trip to the record store and ended up buying two new CD's -- a Willie Nelson live (appearances from Paul Simon, Wyclef Jean and a bunch of others) and I finally bought Emmylou Harris' Orphan Girl. I may have to go back to get the Wylon Jennings tribute.

A good friend of mine was working in D.C. temporarily for the last three months, but she came back for good this week. She came by today, we ate grub and had a nice visit. Am glad that she got back.

At Upma's. We had water-ice. We're going for breakfast in the morning. Good time had by all.

45 more minutes before i can bust outta this joint and go hang with the gso crew!
update- i feel MUCH better today. vodka is magic.

i hope zach doesn't throw tucker out the window or anything.

In Philly today. Last night I saw one of the greatest shows I've ever seen. Scope this, Motorhead, Dio and Iron Maiden. Dio and Maiden were both as good as I could possibly imagine them being.

Tonight, I get to hang with my lovely friend Upma. We're going to eat Ethopian food and hang out.

I am so glad that I'm not in Greensboro, for once.

Wednesday, July 23, 2003

mike f is not marrying me. i don't want to get married. i just don't want to be alone. i am a LOSER. i need a shirt that says so. youth large size please. i keep losing weight. i'm not sure why.
LOSER on the front
FABULOUS on the back
youth large
any shade of blue.

5 shots of vodka. i only paid for 2.

Upma, don't let boys get you down (assuming that is what you are referring to). Mike F. will marry you, so long as you let him buy Red Sox and Patriots season passes.

angie, you're not the only one. mainstream media in the united states is a sham. and a shame.

the film(s) are going very well.

personal life... not so well. i'm a loser. a fabulous one, but a loser all the same.

I give up, what is it with the American news media hailing the death of Saddam's two sons? How mad and sadistic is that? for crying out loud, this is not Terminator 3, this is real life. Even assuming that they were excessively horrible people, I just can't get into the whole, "Ding Dong, the wicked witch is dead," propaganda. I'm all for capturing criminals and imprisoning them for their crimes, but this is just ridiculous. Am I the only one who sees it this way or is this just my anti-capital punishment stance coming out?

Tuesday, July 22, 2003

I had been planning to do a collective yard sale, but instead I put up a sign at work saying "Simplify My Life: Take My Stuff Moving Giveaway, Sunday 12 - 4". Everyone is planning to show up at 12 and pillage the place. Then I have 3 weeks of couch surfing, and then Portland! Whee! Which reminds me, really should figure out how I'm getting to Honolulu.

Abby is so beautiful. And so tiny! Yes, most babies are, but she's a wee little one, I can lay her on my forearm, her head cupped in my palm, and still have space for her to wiggle. That's her daddy holding her (momma wanted a nap, bad).

Shelly, I have officially added Seattle on my list of Travelocity fares to watch. Not sure when it will happen, maybe in the next year or so. I definitely would have to make a Mariners' game so that I can watch red hottie hot Ichiro. Hmmmmmm.

I've been thinking about starting a blog/journal on my home experiences. I thought it might be fun to look back on struggles during year one. Now it's a matter of getting off my ass to do it.

Gawd, I was soooo super sleepy on Monday. I spent the weekend in NOLA and flew back yesterday morning - I woke up at 4:45 a.m. to catch my flight. Hell I could have called Mike F.!!!! Anyways I went back for a wedding. I hadn't seen some of the people in YEARS, so it was good to catch up.

Kainui. Been meaning to e-mail you about this. A few weeks ago we ate Korean BBQ, we ordered the short ribs. They brought out the ribs along with romaine lettuce and this yummy spicy soy bean paste. I never had the soy bean paste before, but I could eat it over rice alone. Yum!

I walked into the gym last night carrying a yoga mat and an avocado*
The important thing happened after class - driving home - inspiration struck. So for my next photo project I want to do an exercise on the five senses. Either starting with sight (a color series) or touch (a texture series). I plan on hitting the hardware store and fabric store this weekend to buy different textures. I couldn't get home fast enough to sketch and write notes. I also want to take some pictures of wet hair.

*it had rolled out of a grocery bag three days prior and was turning into avocado juice

something just startled me and i woke up from this dream:

it was beautiful… so peaceful, tranquil. flowers everywhere—so many varieties, so many colours. it was melodious. apparently there were warring factions. we were up high, perhaps on a terrace. we were participating in some peaceful sporting event, quiet like golf but not golf… it was static. there was a chalkboard, maybe? they heard sound coming from the town square, they decided to stop everything and move underground, a whole elf-type world, the same kind of calmness; the feeling of safety. there were grand, old temples everywhere made of the smoothest marble. the people were old and amazingly flat. not lean and thin, but flat like an ironing board. not that flat. i hid in a temple.

all of a sudden i had a tray stand with me, i was going back to greensboro (or maybe it was philadelphia, i don’t remember). i told people when they asked me where i was going and why, that i was going back so i could be a waitress and be with my lover, i haven’t seen him in forever and i missed him. they all gave me a blank stare. i thought nothing of it, most of there reactions to things i said were blank stares. i made my way to the town square and found a pay phone. it didn’t work. nothing worked, there was no electricity. i started to get scared, i didn’t know what had happened…. but in my head i knew that the warring factions had been through. i felt a panic, and knew i needed to get back to my lover, something was wrong. the feeling was post-apocalyptic, but the colors, the flowers, the greenery, so abundant, like in an impressionist painting. and horses.

then something startled me and i woke up. i still feel a slight panic.

Monday, July 21, 2003

DC shoot was GREAT. am too tired to give more details.
date was nice. he's so nice. he's really so nice. i'm seeing him again on wed. apparently, i'm seeing zachary and benji and chris on thurs. ???

Mike, thanks for sharing the Friday Five with us. I do believe it has given the blog some rejuvenation.....

1. Do you remember your first best friend? Who was it?
My first best friend was a girl named Elizabeth. We went to elementary school together, dressed similarly, went on family vacations, etc. After about the fourth grade we started to grow apart.

2. Are you still in touch with this person?
Not really, though I ran into her parents and sister at a wedding two or so years ago. Just to show how small of a world it is, I set the bride and groom up back in high school, and Liz's mom went back to nursing school and just so happened to be in the same class as the bride's sister. From what I hear Liz is happy and married. I was invited to the wedding but I just couldn't justify the plane ticket/time off.

3. Do you have a current close friend?
Actually I fortunate to have many, many close friends. Two who are really close, with one of the two going above and beyond the call of duty.

4. How did you become friends with this person?
The best best friend is Annette. She is a year younger than I. We both went to the same college, had the same major, were really active in a service group and professional association. It was meant to be, I suppose as our paths continually crossed. When we met, she was so sweet, frilly frou, naive, and I as she likes to say, "always dressed in black," along with my foul mouth that you all know and love. A mutual friend would calls us the odd couple.

5. Is there a friend from your past that you wish you were still in contact with? Why?
Generally speaking I'm really good at keeping in touch. For instance when I went into NOLA this weekend, I made it a point to visit with a friend I've known since the third grade. And actually I just reconnected with a high school/college best friend that I hadn't seen/talk to in about five years.

Funny. A former room mate of mine currently lives in Texas w/ her husband. After he completes his PhD program in ag, they undoubtedly will be sent to some small, remote town. Anyways they tease me because they know I'll come to visit. It might not be that year, but at some point, Angie will take the time to drive/fly there to see them.

Sunday, July 20, 2003

1. Do you remember your first best friend? Who was it?
My first best friend was a girl named nisha. My dad and both her parents went to the same med school in India. When I was ages one to four we lived in Dayton, OH, and that’s when I met nisha, she is two years older than me. After we moved to Lima from Dayton, we were stayed close, as soon as we could write, we wrote letters to each other. We would spend about two weeks of the summer together too, going to Myrtle Beach with the other one’s family, or me going to Dayton, or she coming to Lima. Then one day when we were at a party at her house, I guess I was about 13 years old at the time, she pulled me aside and told me to stop saying that she was my best friend, because I was not hers. After she realized that she’d hurt my feelings, she tried to make me feel better by telling me that I was a “special” friend instead. Our friendship pretty much died after that.

2. Are you still in touch with this person?
Yes

3. Do you have a current close friend?
I have many. I’m not sure that I could pick just one person as my one best friend.

4. How did you become friends with this person?
Most of my best friends I met in Blacksburg while at college, or Greensboro, while in grad school. I am making some tight connections in philly as well. And of course, there’s you guys!

5. Is there a friend from your past that you wish you were still in contact with? Why?
Yes, my best friend from college. He was hands down the best friend I’ve ever had.

Friday, July 18, 2003

1. Do you remember your first best friend? Who was it?

The truthful answer to this is that Thad (my brother) was my first best friend. But, it's weird to answer with a family member. My first best friend who really meant anything to me, other than Thad, was a guy named Brent Starnes, who I met in seventh grade. We were best friends right up until the end of high school. After that, our lives went in different directions.

2. Are you still in touch with this person?

Yeah, but not as much as I should be. He's a lot closer to my brother these days, but even they don't really hang. He's been married for a few years and he has a son. I'm happy for him, because he seems to be really happy. His dad died last year. Mr. Starnes was a really good guy. I'm getting sad just thinking about it.

3. Do you have a current close friend?

Not really. I'm closer with John than with my other friends, but still not anything like having "best friend." Andrew (of the band) and I have been becoming very close friends lately. That's a good thing. Honestly, if I was asked to pin someone down as "My Best Friend," I'd probably say Johnny. We talk more often than I talk to my brother. I've been friends with him longer than anyone, but Brent. I value his friendship more than most anybody else. I don't know what it says about me that when asked to choose a best friend, I choose someone hundreds of miles away that I see once every two years, though.

4. How did you become friends with this person?

Ah, you know... Common interests and so on. No good stories or anything.

5. Is there a friend from your past that you wish you were still in contact with? Why?

I wish I was in contact with a lot of people. I don't really want to hang out with them or anything, but I'd love to know what's going on. I had a friend named Jesse, and one named Sean, and Meagan, and Shannon. I hardly ever hear from any of them. Jesse is embarrassed because our friendship ended with him being a drunken, cokehead fuckup. I hear he's better now, but I doubt he'll ever contact me. Sean thinks I don't like him, even though I do. Shannon's got a really serious boyfriend and even though we live in the same town, I never see her. Meagan lives here too, but I avoided her a few weeks ago because I was so bummed about being poor and depressed, that I was afraid she'd think (or know, rather) that I'd turned into a loser. I should track her down again. She's a great person. I keep up with my friend Jami, kind of. And you guys. I try to love my housemates, but often do not.

Friends, christ....

Went to see Abigail Rose, born at 6:23 this morning, 6 lbs 11 oz, 24 inches long, looks like her mom! As usual people watched me with the baby and said things like "You're so good with babies! When are you going to have babies?" I think I'll just start telling people I've had my tubes tied. At least the conversations will be different...

It has been wedding season, after all, plus I have a week to get packed up and out of the house I'm in, so my thoughts have been of the contemplative sort re: am I doing the right thing by not settling down and making commitments that go beyond the 6-month mark. Then I got an email from one of my gleefully single and childless friends asking me if I want to go to India next year to study with the Dalai Lama. I *LOVE* being able to say YEAH! Let's do that! without thinking twice.

Movies I've seen lately:
Spellbound (though when I watched the real event a week later on ESPN I was very bored)
Whale Rider (New Zealand, feminist coming of age)
Me Without You (pretty real portrayal of the female best friend dynamic)
Laurel Canyon (I heart Francis McDormand)
Charlie's Angels II (moxie + adreneline = summer movie fun)
I just read a book about the history of candy, without having any candy in the house. Mistake.

Thursday, July 17, 2003

i'm headed down to DC for a shoot.
then gay bollywood movie on sunday with the new boy. only, my friend who reviewed it said there was no music. so it can't really be a "bollywood" then, can it? anyway... i'll report back.
don't get the summer flu. ew.

Joke...or great publicity for that Canadian band?

Wednesday, July 16, 2003

I'm assuming the Metallica thing is a joke, but I'm not sure on whom and by whom. The link to the official Metallica press release doesn't actually go to the Metallica webpage.

My hatred of Metallica post-1990 is paralleled only by my love of their first four albums. When I listen to Kill Em All my cares melt away. I am in a land of flowers and sun. And joy.

I think I will be going to a minimum of two weddings a year. I try to keep the number down, but it's hard. The year I graduated from college I had invitations to seven weddings, the following year it was five. It only continues. This year, I have three: a childhood friend, a cousin and a good friend I met in Houston (am standing in this one). My guess is that about ninety percent of my friends are married, and I have been involved in more wedding prep activities than any single person should ever have to do. For the most part my friends haven't been too frilly frou-frou (thank God), but it's amazing how a bride-to-be's organization/disorganization become so evident.

Tuesday, July 15, 2003

I read Anna's Book for a women's mystery writers class I took in college. I remember liking it. I haven't read any other Ruth Rendell.

Steph, I loved Coraline. Have you read anything by Ruth Rendell? I read Crocodile Bird and A Sight for Sore Eyes, both of which gave me the same dreamy, creeping, dreadful feeling as Coraline.

current goings-on: reading bunches of books (Coraline, Why Girls are Weird, Midnight's Children, The Pursuit of Alice Thrift, and listening to The DaVinci Code on tape in my car). Went and looked at more houses yesterday with Ted. Most were so-so. But searching the MLS listings is my favorite time suckage activity during downtime at work. Spent some time with my fam this weekend. Mostly eating and shopping, what we always do when together. Shelly - they send their hellos.
Speaking of weddings, I have a friend who got engaged after 8 years + of dating. I went over there last night. The talk was 100% wedding related.

Monday, July 14, 2003

Upma, would you like an ice pack? Frying pans hurt.

Angie, my Catholic father took great pleasure in seeing all of his children baptized in a Protestant church.

*you never know what you will remember*
Chatting about This American Life got me thinking about radio, and of being in the print studio late at night at the university once. I was alone in the studio, radio tuned to the college station, listening to a guest dj who thought nobody was listening to him. He started yelling and ranting about how nobody was out there, nobody was listening, because nobody was calling. I thought about calling in to the show, if only to ask him to stop yelling, but I was deep in work mode. I still think I should have called.

Ok, I have to rant about something.

One of my friends, who I considered one of the most informed people that I associate with, did not know the meaning of Protestantism. She grew up Catholic, attending parochial school all of her life. Background: Catholic religion "teachers" go off and look down on protestantism (it's really retarded, go figure).

Recently this friend started going to a "Christian" church, and I asked her what denomination it was. She said that she wasn't sure but gave me the pastor's background. She then says, "I don't think it's Protestant though." I said, "Um, I don't know how to tell you this but if you are Christian, and you are not Catholic, then you are a Protestant." Her mouth dropped. I really wasn't trying to sway her from her new religious community or anything, but if I didn't tell her, it would be like letting one of your pals walk around with toilet paper stuck to their shoe or their fly unzipped.

Which got me and another friend to talking about spirituality. It seems that most of the population, when they hear about spirituality or religion, they either think of evangelicals like the Bible-thumping ones at Bob Jones University or think of free-loving hippies that smoke pot three times a day every day, listen to the Dead, live in a co-op and are vegans. And the ones who do go to church, do they just go sit in the pew for a few hours on a Sunday morning so that the big man will open the gates of heaven to them, yet not think beyond that? Blows my mind......

Sunday, July 13, 2003

this is the sound of upma getting hit over the head with a frying pan.

Friday, July 11, 2003

At long last, here are the pictures from the house.


Welcome to my humble abode. This is the front view of the home. I'm on a tree-lined street (though I have no trees in my backyard).


This is the backyard. Notice how HUGE the lawn is. I hope to eventually build out a patio or deck.


Welcome to the inside of my home. You are greeted by the living room, with its fresh coat of paint. The accent wall is red miso a la Martha Stewart, and the remaining walls are a brown sugar, also Martha.


The red laquer chest of drawers had my name written all over it. It adorns my bedroom. There also bi-fold doors which will probably be painted a cobolt blue of sorts, with the walls remaining white.


A pedastal sink adorns the bathroom. The walls are painted a light lavender (selected by the seller but I will keep it there, because it looks nice).


Finally, this is the dining room portion of the sunroom, all the walls are painted this soft yellow. The kitchen, which is to the right, has forest/evergreen cabinets. All of the chairs will have sage colored chair covers.

thanks guys. i'm getting really good at shaking things off, so i feel better today. i'm still upset at my decision to give up on him and move on, i really like him. but, i'm torturing myself. i'm moving on.
tonight: meeting with erica re: our film
sat: NYC for a few hours to see diane!
sun: mark visit? and depressing, gay, sri lankan film

Thursday, July 10, 2003

Upma - you put the fab in fabulous. Too bad you're running into so many frogs.

i'm having one of those days where i'm so incredibly stressed that i want to go outside and scream like bloody hell and then go to the party with the kissing booth and make out with random little boys and then go home and cry because i think my heart is about to be crushed. i could be jumping to conclusions, but i don't think so... if it's too good to be true, it's too good to be true. and if it wasn't meant to be, it wasn't meant to be. it still crushes me. i never get used to it. too bad i have some philly men lined up for me to be hurt by some more. yay love.
anyway. i think i'm totally fabulous (was that soo pompous?), and i know you guys think i'm totally fabulous (was that even more pompous?), and that's all that really counts.

Wednesday, July 09, 2003

I about beat down a photographer today. He took some pics, and we were sending them out. He wrote a cutline (a.k.a. photo caption) that sucked ass -- he even failed to identify the two individuals in the pic. So he comes into my office telling me to hurry up b/c he has this fuck around lunch appointment with one of his pals. What fucking nerve, considering I was "fixing" whatever gobably gook shit he sent me. For all I care it went out with his name, so it would have never been traced back to me. But still I am not about to send something out looking all unprofessional and half-assed.

Other than that, I had a really good event today. My boss was more than pleased. Hell nine media outlets showed up, definitely a good thing. I'm gonna go home, stare at the wall and drool.

Tuesday, July 08, 2003

Recently debated question: What's funnier a regular clown's penis, or a sad clown's penis? The consensus seems to be the regular clown's penis. Lately, I've been feeling what that sad clown must feel, though. It's not much of a prize, but why the hell ain't I winning it?

Do I want to go back to school for: continuing education, postbaccalaureate, or graduate degree? Decisions, decisions.

Angie, the colors you picked out sound fantastic and very you (of course).

Mike, as far as I can tell, there is indeed only one way for the Red Sox to lose: in a way which not only breaks my Uncle Ed's heart, but which causes this normally mild-mannered man to turn red and use very bad language and make odd squeaking noises.

Record stores next to college campuses are quiet as graveyards during the summer. I cannot believe how long this day has been. The only thing keeping me going in the further adventures of Harry Potter.

Spent my last dollar today. That's a weird feeling.

oh right. i called you on the 4th. i forgot. that was one dazed and confused kind of day.
we learned late thursday night that our shoot was shot. our film idea came to an abrupt end. the guy we wanted to document, withdrew from the race. we did the shoot anyway on friday, but it wasn't as exhilarating as it would've been. in fact, we wrapped it up early and didn't even get everything we maybe should've gotten. erica and i drank all afternoon.
the rest of the weekend was cool... hiking, fireworks, parties.

we're still going to do a film... we just have to majorly re-structure it.

Mike, was Nomar the only Sox named to the All Star team? I can't believe that Kent wasn't named. Grant it, he has an injury but he really hasn't been out THAT long. Funny that Capt. Jeter never made it either. On another random note, I just got a craving for those yummy green beans from the Sonz. Hmmmmmmmm, food is goooooooooooood.

Well the living room is painted as is the sunroom/breakfast nook. After all that obsessing over color for the living room (red miso and a very light beige), I made an on-the-spot decision about the sunroom -- a muted yellow that looks rather nice. I also broke down to buy this great chest of drawers from IKEA -- red laquer. When I was in IKEA, I went over to the chest of drawers area, and it was as if there were a spotlight on the red laquer drawers -- like in a dream or on a commercial. I may have pictures later this week.

Monday, July 07, 2003

1. What were your favorite childhood stories?
I loved Charlotte's Web, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of Nymh. I have fond, fond memories of my 5th grade teacher reading a chapter of Rats of Nymh once a week. It was so great, I would wait anxiously every week for the "listening" time. I never really cared for the Nancy Drew series, though I loved the story about the secret in the old lace or something like that. I also loved those books where you could choose the ending. Those were fun.

2. What books from your childhood would you like to share with [your] children?
All the above.

3. Have you re-read any of those childhood stories and been surprised by anything?
No, haven't re-read any in a long time.

4. How old were you when you first learned to read?
I have not a clue. All I remember is that when I was a kid, the only thing my mom would give me an unlimited budget for was books. I loved, loved, loved ordering books from Scholastic and going to our annual book fair.

5. Do you remember the first 'grown-up' book you read? How old were you?
I can't remember what it was, but a few of the books I read in high school that really had an effect on me was A Handmaid's Tale. In college, reading Malcolm X, The Ugly American and Good Scent from a Strange Mountain opened my eyes to a whole new world.

Saturday, July 05, 2003

Went tubing down the Dan on the fourth. That was probably the most fun I've had all summer. Maybe all year. It was good group, too. The Hefner-Gibson children came with us. Lavin, seven, got her own tube and had a good time once she got over her fear of the water. And Zevi, one, sat on her mom's lap the whole way down. It was really cool.

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Band tried to learn some new songs tonight. We weren't as successful as we could have been. There's always next week.

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1. What were your favorite childhood stories?

I'm read most of the books a young kid reads, Phantom Tollbooth and Wrinkle in Time and stuff, but what really caught my attention was a series of books about the Three Investigators. The Three Investigators were these kids that solved crimes in California. They had neat badges from the Chief of Police that said they were to be helped with their in investigations, and they had a bitchin hideout in a junkyard. But the best part was that the main guy, the lead character was a chubby kid with glasses, just like me. I dug it.

2. What books from your childhood would you like to share with [your] children?

Part of me would love to give them the Narnia books, which, as I child, I was completely unaware were Christian allegory. Still, I'd be afriad that my kids would be smarter than me and start believing in Jesus because of The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe told them to.

3. Have you re-read any of those childhood stories and been surprised by anything?

Well, I was surprised that Aslan was Jesus. I started to reread a few of the Three Investigators books back when my parents moved (in 1994), but never did. I'm not sure if rereading them would be a good thing or not.

4. How old were you when you first learned to read?

I could read some before I went to Kindergarten and managed to stay a little ahead of my class for a long time. So, I guess I was four or five. I really took to it.

5. Do you remember the first 'grown-up' book you read? How old were you?

No, I don't. I vaguely remember finding Stephen King, and that must have been in my tweens. I was impressed by how easy his books were to read. But, I had been reading Star Trek novels before that. That was in 1987, so I guess I was eleven or twelve.

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Quote of the day:
"I don't care who's it is, all dicks are funny."
"Yeah, but mine's black comedy."

I had a nice quiet 4th. Boring day at work, then went to a fun wedding reception (SCA types have the most fun weddings), had dinner with some friends, and went to bed early. I have been really tired lately, in part because my dreams have been getting longer and more intense. The same thing happened last year; I think it's the white noise effect of my having the windows open and the crickets and cicadas going. This year so far I've only heard a couple of cicadas, but I have the window fan on most of the night (I am apparently quite Brit in the sense that I would rather force my body to adjust to the weather than to turn on the central air, winter or summer). Sometimes the dreaming gets sticky - I wake up but I still have the dreaming clinging to me physically and mentally and it takes a while before it melts away. It means stumbling through my morning most days but I don't want to damp down my imagination or subconcious either.

Friday 5:
1. Favorite childhood stories: some well-meaning and misguided adult (I hope) gave me a hardcover edition of the Brothers Grimm. Pre-Victorian. Quite gory. Not quite as filled with blood and betrayal as the Old Testamant (another favorite of mine) but close. Also a collection of Aesops fables (some of which are rather bone-chilling as well) and Edgar Allen Poe. I moved on to Nancy Drew later on, then Stephen King. Mixed in: Lloyd Alexander (Chronicles of Prydain, mostly), the Lord of the Rings cycle, most of the Edgar Rice Burroughs library (Tarzan, Carson of Venus, Carter of Mars, etc), assorted other sci-fi, fantasy and fairytale stuff. Comic books. Peanuts. Cookbooks (the 60's editions of The Joy of Cooking includes how to skin squirrels and prepare calf brains), Jonathan Livingston Seagull. JM Barrie's Peter Pan, illustrated by Trina Schart Hyman. I had a big thing for fairytale books illustrated by Mercer Mayer or Trina Schart Hyman - I still have a hardcover Beauty and the Beast with illustrations I can recall quite clearly. There are quite a few childrens books which I remember for the illustrations rather than the story. Oh, and a huge hardcover History of Art in Japan that my grandmother gave me when I was seven, and the set of Renaissance Masters books from Time-Life. da Vinci, what a guy.

2. I have passed quite a few books on to assorted children, mostly the Lloyd Alexander books and the illustrated books that I loved. I'm quite fond of The Day I Swapped My Dad for Two Goldfish by Neil Gaiman, illustrated by Dave McKean. I've also maintained a subscription to Cricket for my youngest sister (and sort of for me too...), a fantastic literary magazine for kids which I devoured at a friends house and the public library.

3. I've re-read a number of my favorites and it explains a few things, like why I was considered to be a rather odd child by adults and other children alike.

4. I think I learned to read at age four. I was one of the last in my class to get reading lessons. I then proceeded to tear through every book in the classroom and set some kind of record.

5. No idea. Older than four, younger than seven. At seven I was staying with my grandparents in Maine for the summer and my grandmother was rather concerned because I was going through old Readers Digest Condensed editions at a rapid clip. She asked my father if he thought it was appropriate for me to be reading such stuff, and he replied that if I wasn't meant to understand some of the material, I wouldn't. He was right. Later re-reading has shown me just how much flew over my head.

Thursday, July 03, 2003

It always seems that I'm the call that nobody wants. All these freakin' people. We have an event scheduled for next week, and my people want to do a media thing afterwards. Problem? The big guy/special visitor has not given me a firm commitment that he'll participate. HELLO??? And I am supposed to get ten reporters there, promising that he'll be there only to snuff them? I think not. So of course even after sending three e-mails specifically requesting confirmation, this morning I had to pick up the phone and play, what my boss calls, the bull dog. As I told my boss, if you want something done you have to do it yourself. I mean what the hell, I'm not about to make a professional ass out of myself!

1. How are you planning to spend the summer [winter]?
Preparing for qulifying exams. Getting the robot rock Band ready for another performance, on the 26th of July. Writing some music, making some pillows, hanging out with Carolyn

2. What was your first summer job?
I cut grass for people in the neighborhood during the summer for most of high school but it wasn't a real steady summer job. My first summer job came the summer between high school and college as a telemarketer calling people to give donations to cheifs of police, or friend's of the fireman, and similar organizations. It wasn't quite as bad as selling something, but with telemarketing it's all just various levels of hell. I lived through it...barely

3. If you could go anywhere this summer [winter], where would you go?
Iceland, or on a whirlwind, circuitous tour of the US. Visiting all my friends that I haven't seen in more than a year.

4. What was your worst vacation ever?
Vacation's all I ever wanted. I usually enjoy any travel experience. I can't really think of a bad one right now. The most freakish thing that's ever happened was getting hit by a car in Boston, but I had such a great time it didn't even register as a worst or even bad vacation. Besides I feel like it gives me some indie cred (the same way that having to kill a man in Memphis gives you blues cred, well maybe not exactly the same). Again not my worst, but perhpas most treacherous vacation was a quick jaunt to Monster Island with a Robot friend of mine.

5. What was your best vacation ever?
Paris, for a lot of different reasons, it's probably been my most recent planned vacation that was more than just a few days. I mean it's Paris, and I'm J.T., how could anything possibly go wrong.

I'm hosting a Cat right now, I would say Lila is part of the Pillow Room Residency except the only things she's making is a mess out of her litter box, hairballs, and the occasional short meow when it is time for me to pet her. She'll be here through the third week of July.

I found a foam store that sells surplus foam and scraps in reallybig garbage bags for $1 per bag. This is good news for the pillow room. I plan to double if not triple the number of pillows in there this summer.


Wednesday, July 02, 2003

alton brown says eating local honey helps with allergies. that man is a genius and a half, and kind of silly too. whatever he says goes.

my 4th will be spent mostly freaking out. i have a major shoot that day. i will either be really tired or totally high on adreneline, if i am the latter (after, what i think will be a 12 hour day in the hot sun), i will go check out fire works and try to kiss random boys. (i said "try").

my 5th will be spent hiking in the morning, buying an air condintioner in the afternoon, and going to a party at night. my 6th will be spent working. and maybe watching a movie.

i just got some super 8 film back that i shot at the last maginot line show (and when i say last i mean "most recent" as opposed to LAST, which will be on july 26th in baltimore, you should all come if you can). i'm excited about super 8 film.


I have two choices for the 4th, and may well do both: one is a wedding reception (open invite to pretty much the entire population of Bloomington, have met the groom exactly once), and a fireworks show at a park. Then a bbq on Saturday, and I think I am going secondhand shopping on Sunday. My favorite pair of jeans had a blowout, which I repaired and then they blew out again. My second favorite pair has apparently gone through the dryer too many times, as I could not bend down to tie a shoelace in them the other day. And besides, it's too hot for jeans.

So I read somewhere that eating local honey helps with allergies. I'm trying that this week.
What are you guys doing for the 4th of July? I'm going to a friend's family lakehouse. I'm excited because the menu started being planned last week (the two cooks are Farmer's Market go-ers.) I'm in charge of beverages, I'm thinking it will be a mojito kind of 4th.

Last night I went to a WNBA game. Not sure if all WNBA games have as much enthusiasm and support, but the crowd really was great. We were down anywhere between 8 and 12 points, but the crowd still cheered. In the end, we snagged a come-from-behind win by two points, with 5 seconds left.

Kainui, you have such vivid dreams.

A sugar creme pie? Never heard of it, but I so love the goo-ey part of pecan pie. Oh, while I was in Boston I had a chacarero. I had never heard of such a thing, but it's a Chilean sandwich. You had your choice of grilled beef, chicken or veggie. They topped it with cheese (Munster I think), avacado, green beans, tomatoes and some sort of green spicy spread. It was yum.

Tuesday, July 01, 2003

i meant to post yesterday. RIP ms. kate.

I have been introduced to sugar pie, also known as sugar creme pie. The solution to what to do when you would like to make a pecan pie but have no pecans, I suppose.

A dream:
I am waiting in the ground-floor, glass-walled reception area/coffeeshop of a gallery in a large urban center. I am there to show my artwork to the gallery owner. I have been waiting for a long time. The work I have is based on a childs fairy tale about a boy who longs to become a fish and is granted his wish by putting on a magic kimono (made of silk, it is white with red patches, much like koi). He is overjoyed at becoming a fish, white with red patches (but not a koi), and gets married. He does not realize that he is the one who will be pregnant and in charge of raising the children. The gallery owner does not want to see me, and walks out of his office and out of the gallery, looking away from me. I decide to leave and walk out of the gallery and begin walking up a long flight of wide stairs, as the fairy tale winds through the dream.