first snow
Current mood: cold
Category: Blogging
thursdsay, december 7, 2006
i made mystery tracks in the snow thismorning. tromping around the thin veneer of snow over packed layers of leaves. crunch crunch crunch.
it now looks like a small platoon of troops in women's shoes set up camp within the three feet of my front lawn. crunch crunch crunch
Currently listening:
Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
By Wilco
Thursday, December 7, 2006
Tuesday, December 5, 2006
what dreams may come...
what dreams may come...
Current mood: grumpy
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
tuesday, december 05,2006
why is it that the best dreams always occur in the few minutes just before the alarm goes off?
Currently listening:
Classic Sinatra
By Frank Sinatra
Current mood: grumpy
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
tuesday, december 05,2006
why is it that the best dreams always occur in the few minutes just before the alarm goes off?
Currently listening:
Classic Sinatra
By Frank Sinatra
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
leftovers
leftovers
Current mood: full
Category: Food and Restaurants
tuesday, november 28, 2006
i absolutely adore midnight meals...
and midnight meals that consist of thanksgiving leftovers are just the bees knees. Last night before rob got home i got up around 12:30, made a turkey sandwhich and reheated some sweet potatoes and hogged out on the couch while watching old reruns of Growing Pains (Mike threw over the fam. for a date with a hot euro-chick, but quickly came running back to Team Seaver when he realized a transient relationship was no match for the bonds of bowling in bright orange shirts with Jason, Maggie, Carol and Ben)
Does anyone else out there reheat full meals in the middle of the night or is it just us???
Currently watching:
Growing Pains - The Complete First Season
Current mood: full
Category: Food and Restaurants
tuesday, november 28, 2006
i absolutely adore midnight meals...
and midnight meals that consist of thanksgiving leftovers are just the bees knees. Last night before rob got home i got up around 12:30, made a turkey sandwhich and reheated some sweet potatoes and hogged out on the couch while watching old reruns of Growing Pains (Mike threw over the fam. for a date with a hot euro-chick, but quickly came running back to Team Seaver when he realized a transient relationship was no match for the bonds of bowling in bright orange shirts with Jason, Maggie, Carol and Ben)
Does anyone else out there reheat full meals in the middle of the night or is it just us???
Currently watching:
Growing Pains - The Complete First Season
Monday, November 27, 2006
a lazy day...
a lazy day...
Current mood: sleepy
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities
monday, november 27, 2006
...watched "Breakfast at Tiffany's" and the greater part of "Singin' in the Rain" while the kids napped thisafternoon...windows open in the front room and the kitchen, lights dimmed appropriately for audrey hepburn and gene kelley viewings... i just can't get miss holly golightly's acoustic version of 'Moon River' out of my head. hummed it while folding laundry and raking leaves (into a pile in our courtyard...from our one little tree) with the kids. hummed it while washing isabelle's hair and behind sebastian's ears. hummed it while putting the munchkins to bed and cleaning up the kitchen. hummed it most of the way up to the third floor to check my email [empty - by the way - you all suck]
moon river...wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
moon river and me.
goodnight...neverland...
Currently listening:
Breakfast At Tiffany's: Music From The Motion Picture Score
By Henry Mancini
Current mood: sleepy
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities
monday, november 27, 2006
...watched "Breakfast at Tiffany's" and the greater part of "Singin' in the Rain" while the kids napped thisafternoon...windows open in the front room and the kitchen, lights dimmed appropriately for audrey hepburn and gene kelley viewings... i just can't get miss holly golightly's acoustic version of 'Moon River' out of my head. hummed it while folding laundry and raking leaves (into a pile in our courtyard...from our one little tree) with the kids. hummed it while washing isabelle's hair and behind sebastian's ears. hummed it while putting the munchkins to bed and cleaning up the kitchen. hummed it most of the way up to the third floor to check my email [empty - by the way - you all suck]
moon river...wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
moon river and me.
goodnight...neverland...
Currently listening:
Breakfast At Tiffany's: Music From The Motion Picture Score
By Henry Mancini
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Starry starry night...
Starry Night, Arles (VanGogh -1888)
Current mood: indescribable
saturday, november 25, 2006
because i'm in that kind of mood...
Currently listening:
Eyes Open
By Snow Patrol
Current mood: indescribable
saturday, november 25, 2006
because i'm in that kind of mood...
Currently listening:
Eyes Open
By Snow Patrol
Thursday, November 23, 2006
the universe is beige...
the universe is beige
Current mood: dorky
Category: Life
thursday, november 23, 2006
Did you know...
the universe is actually BEIGE??? No jokes, folks...Actually "Cosmic Latte" is the color-phrase the lab coats coined, according to an article I read on oddpeaks.com
Apparantly a good number of years back, a team of astronomers from Johns Hopkins University. (including Karl Glazebrook and Ivan Baldry) determined that the color of the universe was a greenish white, but they soon corrected their analysis in "The 2dF Galaxy Redshift Survey: constraints on cosmic star-formation history from the cosmic spectrum", published in 2002. (sounds like a light read, doesn't it?) In this paper, they reported that their survey of the color of all light in the universe added up to a slightly beige white. The survey included more than 200,000 galaxies, and measured the spectral range of the light from a large volume of the universe. The hexadecimal RGB value for Cosmic Latte is #FFF8E7. (no i didn't double check this - pulled the code reference straight from oddpeak.com!)
In a Washington Post article, the color was displayed. (I wonder how they were able to adjust the register to get the color right on newsprint?) Glazebrook jokingly said that he was looking for suggestions for a name for the new color. Several people who read the article sent in suggestions. "Cosmic Latte" was selected...Kind of gives a whole new meaning to the term "Milky Way" doesn't it?
Currently listening:
Don't Be Shallow
By Sondre Lerche
Current mood: dorky
Category: Life
thursday, november 23, 2006
Did you know...
the universe is actually BEIGE??? No jokes, folks...Actually "Cosmic Latte" is the color-phrase the lab coats coined, according to an article I read on oddpeaks.com
Apparantly a good number of years back, a team of astronomers from Johns Hopkins University. (including Karl Glazebrook and Ivan Baldry) determined that the color of the universe was a greenish white, but they soon corrected their analysis in "The 2dF Galaxy Redshift Survey: constraints on cosmic star-formation history from the cosmic spectrum", published in 2002. (sounds like a light read, doesn't it?) In this paper, they reported that their survey of the color of all light in the universe added up to a slightly beige white. The survey included more than 200,000 galaxies, and measured the spectral range of the light from a large volume of the universe. The hexadecimal RGB value for Cosmic Latte is #FFF8E7. (no i didn't double check this - pulled the code reference straight from oddpeak.com!)
In a Washington Post article, the color was displayed. (I wonder how they were able to adjust the register to get the color right on newsprint?) Glazebrook jokingly said that he was looking for suggestions for a name for the new color. Several people who read the article sent in suggestions. "Cosmic Latte" was selected...Kind of gives a whole new meaning to the term "Milky Way" doesn't it?
Currently listening:
Don't Be Shallow
By Sondre Lerche
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
meez
meez
Current mood: giddy
Category: Games
tuesday, november 21, 2006
oh boy - oh boy - oh boy
i've officially found my new favorite procrastination tool out there now... it's meez.com and you can create a virtual you and make them do anything from jump on trampolines to walk the runway to lounge on an old couch (my personal favorite!)
too fun - everyone check it out!!!
http://www.meez.com/caamarti
or
http://www.meez.com/caralyn
Current mood: giddy
Category: Games
tuesday, november 21, 2006
oh boy - oh boy - oh boy
i've officially found my new favorite procrastination tool out there now... it's meez.com and you can create a virtual you and make them do anything from jump on trampolines to walk the runway to lounge on an old couch (my personal favorite!)
too fun - everyone check it out!!!
http://www.meez.com/caamarti
or
http://www.meez.com/caralyn
Saturday, November 18, 2006
daughter wreaks havoc on mother's mental state...
daughter wreaks havoc on mother's mental state...
Current mood: cranky
Category: Life
saturday, november 18, 2006
i absolutely LOATHE the terible twos...
isabelle pouting
Currently reading:
Olivia Forms a Band
By Ian Falconer
Current mood: cranky
Category: Life
saturday, november 18, 2006
i absolutely LOATHE the terible twos...
isabelle pouting
Currently reading:
Olivia Forms a Band
By Ian Falconer
hooray
hooray
Current mood: calm
Category: Life
saturday, november 18, 2006
how sad is it that nap-time is officially my favorite part of the day on the weekends? the house is so quiet right now it's almost eerie...i wonder if this is what heaven is like...all the kids are asleep there
Currently listening:
Enjoy Your Rabbit
By Sufjan Stevens
Current mood: calm
Category: Life
saturday, november 18, 2006
how sad is it that nap-time is officially my favorite part of the day on the weekends? the house is so quiet right now it's almost eerie...i wonder if this is what heaven is like...all the kids are asleep there
Currently listening:
Enjoy Your Rabbit
By Sufjan Stevens
Friday, November 17, 2006
cold rainy night activities
cold rainy night activities
Current mood: content
Category: Life
friday, november 17, 2006
best thing to do on a cold rainy night - sans companions over the age of 2, red wine or any logs to build a fire?
fill the bathtub - all the way to the top, so the bubbles hit the soap dish, so the water tries to slosh out when you step in, so there's no room for wind and kick frogs or rubber duckies or any of the acoutrements of parenthood... Soak for extended periods of time, at least until fingers and toes turn pruney, wash your hair in the only shampoo available on the 3rd floor (the kids' Johnson & Johnson Baby Shampoo, which still draws softened images of wrinkled, pink newborn skin to mind), lather, rinse, repeat... Quickly towel dry and throw on pajamas - proceed to second floor and massive antique heat vents in the floor... Lay ceiling-gazing on cushions pulled from the couch so that wet hair is fanned over said intricately detailed vent covers - proceed to dry hair each time heater kicks on with puffs of warm air *sigh*
Currently listening:
Genius Loves Company
By Ray Charles
Current mood: content
Category: Life
friday, november 17, 2006
best thing to do on a cold rainy night - sans companions over the age of 2, red wine or any logs to build a fire?
fill the bathtub - all the way to the top, so the bubbles hit the soap dish, so the water tries to slosh out when you step in, so there's no room for wind and kick frogs or rubber duckies or any of the acoutrements of parenthood... Soak for extended periods of time, at least until fingers and toes turn pruney, wash your hair in the only shampoo available on the 3rd floor (the kids' Johnson & Johnson Baby Shampoo, which still draws softened images of wrinkled, pink newborn skin to mind), lather, rinse, repeat... Quickly towel dry and throw on pajamas - proceed to second floor and massive antique heat vents in the floor... Lay ceiling-gazing on cushions pulled from the couch so that wet hair is fanned over said intricately detailed vent covers - proceed to dry hair each time heater kicks on with puffs of warm air *sigh*
Currently listening:
Genius Loves Company
By Ray Charles
Thursday, November 16, 2006
soaked
soaked
Current mood: cold
Category: Life
thursday, november 16, 2006
rainwater has a particular sort of squish
as it runs rivulets between your toes
after being splashed (twice!) by asshole suv drivers
on the way home from work...
Currently reading:
A Moveable Feast
By Ernest Hemingway
Current mood: cold
Category: Life
thursday, november 16, 2006
rainwater has a particular sort of squish
as it runs rivulets between your toes
after being splashed (twice!) by asshole suv drivers
on the way home from work...
Currently reading:
A Moveable Feast
By Ernest Hemingway
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
hiding places...
hiding places...
Current mood:stir crazy
Category: Life
wednesday, november 15, 2006
i've found that my coat pockets have become a repository for all sorts of random items lately. Reaching in for my work id in order to return to the building thisafternoon I pulled out no less than nine separate and unique items:
spare change (which really just counts as one item despite there being two quarters, two nickels, a dime and three pennies
the button i've been meaning to replace for two weeks now
one of isabelle's hair ribbons
the joker and an ace of clubs to a curious geroge deck of kids' playing cards
a target coupon for $1 off on my next purchase of Any Two Pepperidge Farms Goldfish Crackers
a guitar pick
a receipt from the credit union
a half eaten pack of m&m's
some pez
now i'm not sure how long the m&m's had been languishing uneaten in my pocket...but let's just say that now there are eight items in my coat pocket and I've as yet suffered no ill effects.
i shudder to think what might be found at the bottom of my purse... and yet, this sadly echoes the state of my affairs in general right now - i seem to have accumulated, over the years, more than my fair share of excess. It's hiding in boxes in the basement alongside christmas decorations. It's hiding in closets behind my winter boots. It's hiding in my sock drawer and my linen closet, in once dust-ridden and empty corners of spare rooms. I'm the first to admit that i'm prone to pack-rattery. I still have old yearbooks from grade school, my very first cabbage patch doll (sally-doll) and the tattered remains of my favorite baby blanket (yellow with those great silky edges) stashed away and carefully labeled in boxes. But at some point you've got to draw the line! And so, it is with the glimmer of hope on the horizon i've planned to start chucking this crap starting immediately. No more saving last year's christmas cards to recycle into this year's dinner placecards... No more setting photos and projects aside to finish later. If i don't have time and space for it now, i won't magically have time and space for it later. I'm starting to feel buried in the remnants of my life, and I need to start making room to live in. I'm purging...I promise...As soon as i can find my way accross the room to get started...
Currently listening:
Purple Rain & the Revolution
By Prince
Current mood:stir crazy
Category: Life
wednesday, november 15, 2006
i've found that my coat pockets have become a repository for all sorts of random items lately. Reaching in for my work id in order to return to the building thisafternoon I pulled out no less than nine separate and unique items:
spare change (which really just counts as one item despite there being two quarters, two nickels, a dime and three pennies
the button i've been meaning to replace for two weeks now
one of isabelle's hair ribbons
the joker and an ace of clubs to a curious geroge deck of kids' playing cards
a target coupon for $1 off on my next purchase of Any Two Pepperidge Farms Goldfish Crackers
a guitar pick
a receipt from the credit union
a half eaten pack of m&m's
some pez
now i'm not sure how long the m&m's had been languishing uneaten in my pocket...but let's just say that now there are eight items in my coat pocket and I've as yet suffered no ill effects.
i shudder to think what might be found at the bottom of my purse... and yet, this sadly echoes the state of my affairs in general right now - i seem to have accumulated, over the years, more than my fair share of excess. It's hiding in boxes in the basement alongside christmas decorations. It's hiding in closets behind my winter boots. It's hiding in my sock drawer and my linen closet, in once dust-ridden and empty corners of spare rooms. I'm the first to admit that i'm prone to pack-rattery. I still have old yearbooks from grade school, my very first cabbage patch doll (sally-doll) and the tattered remains of my favorite baby blanket (yellow with those great silky edges) stashed away and carefully labeled in boxes. But at some point you've got to draw the line! And so, it is with the glimmer of hope on the horizon i've planned to start chucking this crap starting immediately. No more saving last year's christmas cards to recycle into this year's dinner placecards... No more setting photos and projects aside to finish later. If i don't have time and space for it now, i won't magically have time and space for it later. I'm starting to feel buried in the remnants of my life, and I need to start making room to live in. I'm purging...I promise...As soon as i can find my way accross the room to get started...
Currently listening:
Purple Rain & the Revolution
By Prince
Monday, November 13, 2006
Pretty clean...with lots of monuments...
Monday, November 13, 2006
Pretty clean...with lots of monuments...
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Life
I was at a Beck concert a couple of years ago when said musician strutted on stage and stated that he really kind of liked our little city "It's pretty clean, with lots of monuments"...
i'm afraid that kind of sums us up, as a recent four-block round trip stroll to and from my dentist's office confirmed. Within four blocks I passed no less than seven major downtown monuments/works of public art (eight if you count those monuments I saw, but didn't directly walk past: vis-a-vis the Soldiers and Sailors Monument as it winked knowingly at me from between buildings) And I passed absolutely no more than 3 pieces of litter floating around on city streets; this number only being as large as it is because i counted both the main news and the business section of today's paper lying next to a park bench as separate pieces of litter, rather than the patchwork pieces of a blanket they were probably intended to be...
Pretty clean...with lots of monuments...
Currently listening:
Sing-A-Longs & Lullabies for the Film Curious George (Jack Johnson)
By Jack Johnson
Pretty clean...with lots of monuments...
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Life
I was at a Beck concert a couple of years ago when said musician strutted on stage and stated that he really kind of liked our little city "It's pretty clean, with lots of monuments"...
i'm afraid that kind of sums us up, as a recent four-block round trip stroll to and from my dentist's office confirmed. Within four blocks I passed no less than seven major downtown monuments/works of public art (eight if you count those monuments I saw, but didn't directly walk past: vis-a-vis the Soldiers and Sailors Monument as it winked knowingly at me from between buildings) And I passed absolutely no more than 3 pieces of litter floating around on city streets; this number only being as large as it is because i counted both the main news and the business section of today's paper lying next to a park bench as separate pieces of litter, rather than the patchwork pieces of a blanket they were probably intended to be...
Pretty clean...with lots of monuments...
Currently listening:
Sing-A-Longs & Lullabies for the Film Curious George (Jack Johnson)
By Jack Johnson
Saturday, November 11, 2006
random thoughts on a rainy night
random thoughts on a rainy night
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Life
saturday, november 11, 2006
caveat: this may very well be the most boring blog i've ever posted. sorry in advance!
it's raining out, and i can hear the ping of the raindrops as they slant in to tap on the window behind the computer. the hum of the hard drive is soothing and i'm tempted to go lay in bed on top of the covers and just listen, but i'm awake for the first time all week it seems...i've spent the past few days in a stupor of aches and pains complaints and i've annoyed even myself with it - i just need a good massage and a nap. and, while letting the kids walk on my back and dozing during dora doesn't quite qualify, it may be as close as i'll come for a while now. i wonder where else it's raining right now? oh - and to anyone in any position to do anything about this: the sonic blasts emitted in a four-block radius from the circle...c'mon gang...you know the ones...desiged to prevent the starlings from roosting and or pooping all over downtown indy...those sonic blasts? they're a TERRIBLE idea. they kept the munchkins up to ungodly hours b/c some einstein in some board meeting somewhere thought that it was too cruel to poison the poor birds, but scaring the hell out of them and my kids at 9:45 in the evening was perfectly acceptable. grr. isabelle has her very first imaginary friend as of today according to rob (later confirmed by l'enfant herself) She is Julie-Friend and she's red with spots - some tiny tiny dots and some big black ones. Apparantly she enjoys indoor-soccer, as isabelle confirmed she was there wednesday, and she spent the afternoon with the kids playing and such. rob scoffed when i asked him what his imaginary friend's name was...didn't everyone have an imaginary friend? mine was a giant duck. i don't think he hung around very long (imaginary friends tend to wear our their welcome quickly in a household with three other siblings to play with) but i do remember having him... oh... wind's picked up and the rain is pelting in sideways now - cool sheets and a dark room are sounding better every minute. and NONE of you are online right now to talk to...so off i go.
Currently listening:
Negotiations and Love Songs 1971-1986
By Paul Simon
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Life
saturday, november 11, 2006
caveat: this may very well be the most boring blog i've ever posted. sorry in advance!
it's raining out, and i can hear the ping of the raindrops as they slant in to tap on the window behind the computer. the hum of the hard drive is soothing and i'm tempted to go lay in bed on top of the covers and just listen, but i'm awake for the first time all week it seems...i've spent the past few days in a stupor of aches and pains complaints and i've annoyed even myself with it - i just need a good massage and a nap. and, while letting the kids walk on my back and dozing during dora doesn't quite qualify, it may be as close as i'll come for a while now. i wonder where else it's raining right now? oh - and to anyone in any position to do anything about this: the sonic blasts emitted in a four-block radius from the circle...c'mon gang...you know the ones...desiged to prevent the starlings from roosting and or pooping all over downtown indy...those sonic blasts? they're a TERRIBLE idea. they kept the munchkins up to ungodly hours b/c some einstein in some board meeting somewhere thought that it was too cruel to poison the poor birds, but scaring the hell out of them and my kids at 9:45 in the evening was perfectly acceptable. grr. isabelle has her very first imaginary friend as of today according to rob (later confirmed by l'enfant herself) She is Julie-Friend and she's red with spots - some tiny tiny dots and some big black ones. Apparantly she enjoys indoor-soccer, as isabelle confirmed she was there wednesday, and she spent the afternoon with the kids playing and such. rob scoffed when i asked him what his imaginary friend's name was...didn't everyone have an imaginary friend? mine was a giant duck. i don't think he hung around very long (imaginary friends tend to wear our their welcome quickly in a household with three other siblings to play with) but i do remember having him... oh... wind's picked up and the rain is pelting in sideways now - cool sheets and a dark room are sounding better every minute. and NONE of you are online right now to talk to...so off i go.
Currently listening:
Negotiations and Love Songs 1971-1986
By Paul Simon
Tuesday, November 7, 2006
i wanna be sedated...
i wanna be sedated...
Current mood: dorky
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities
tuesday, november 7, 2007
have i mentioned lately how much i love digital cable?
not only can the kids find endless variety of BBC-kids supplied cartoons replete with oddly moody soundtracks and fabulously accented characters, BUT i can spend a good half hour playing around on the Oh!Oxygen Channel's A-Z Karaoke channel.
who knew so many socially distraught women would want to be howling along to the Ramones at 12:30 in the mornin on a Monday?
tv may be one of the opiates of the masses, but far be it from me to label that as a bad thing
Currently listening:
Red Headed Stranger
By Willie Nelson
Current mood: dorky
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities
tuesday, november 7, 2007
have i mentioned lately how much i love digital cable?
not only can the kids find endless variety of BBC-kids supplied cartoons replete with oddly moody soundtracks and fabulously accented characters, BUT i can spend a good half hour playing around on the Oh!Oxygen Channel's A-Z Karaoke channel.
who knew so many socially distraught women would want to be howling along to the Ramones at 12:30 in the mornin on a Monday?
tv may be one of the opiates of the masses, but far be it from me to label that as a bad thing
Currently listening:
Red Headed Stranger
By Willie Nelson
Friday, November 3, 2006
tea
tea
Current mood:sated
friday, november 3, 2006
i think that a strong cup of black tea, steeped in two parts water, one part milk, with half a squeeze from the honey bear (or, in a pinch, a teaspoon of sugar if said honey bears has gone MIA from the pantry) can go a long way to curing most daily ills...
Current mood:sated
friday, november 3, 2006
i think that a strong cup of black tea, steeped in two parts water, one part milk, with half a squeeze from the honey bear (or, in a pinch, a teaspoon of sugar if said honey bears has gone MIA from the pantry) can go a long way to curing most daily ills...
peaches
peaches
Current mood: frustrated
friday, november 03, 2006
i sat curbside in the shade
just outisde the summer heat
attempting to throw off
the blanket of humidity
to breathe
to eat
the swollen fruit
that laid countertop for days
ripening in crisp paper bags
first bite, skin popping, tears flesh
juices lingering
on fingertips and dripping
down my chin
onto kneecaps
drawn up to chest
so i could wiggle my toes at the edge
of the cool cement sidewalk
Currently listening:
Breathe Me, Pt. 2
By Sia
Current mood: frustrated
friday, november 03, 2006
i sat curbside in the shade
just outisde the summer heat
attempting to throw off
the blanket of humidity
to breathe
to eat
the swollen fruit
that laid countertop for days
ripening in crisp paper bags
first bite, skin popping, tears flesh
juices lingering
on fingertips and dripping
down my chin
onto kneecaps
drawn up to chest
so i could wiggle my toes at the edge
of the cool cement sidewalk
Currently listening:
Breathe Me, Pt. 2
By Sia
Monday, October 30, 2006
sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name...
sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name...
Current mood: nostalgic
Category: Friends
monday, october 30, 2006
i've realized over these past few weekends, my friends are a bit of an acquired taste. While eccentric at best, they are the people i always wanted to be growing up. they say that you surround yourself with people who complement your personality. not neccessarily those who are most like you, but who contain the qualities to which you aspire... They are teachers and students, musicians, artists, healers, writers, lovers and listeners, dancers, doers, thinkers, the loves of my life and the backbone of my social strata...old friends and new... local and long distance...they remind me to smile and not to take life to seriously.
And now, said Max, Let the Wild Rumpus Start!
Current mood: nostalgic
Category: Friends
monday, october 30, 2006
i've realized over these past few weekends, my friends are a bit of an acquired taste. While eccentric at best, they are the people i always wanted to be growing up. they say that you surround yourself with people who complement your personality. not neccessarily those who are most like you, but who contain the qualities to which you aspire... They are teachers and students, musicians, artists, healers, writers, lovers and listeners, dancers, doers, thinkers, the loves of my life and the backbone of my social strata...old friends and new... local and long distance...they remind me to smile and not to take life to seriously.
And now, said Max, Let the Wild Rumpus Start!
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
sellout
sellout
Current mood:ashamed
Category: Fashion, Style, Shopping
wednesday, october 25, 2006
i remember when i was younger i would always nibble away at the cuffs of my shirts. a nasty habit to be sure, but an inescapable one. I would wiggle my thumbs from the inside and gnaw on the edges of my cuffs from the outside in moments of extreme boredom, frustration, agitation (insert emotion here). ultimately what i would have are two nifty thumb holds - so that the cuffs of my shirts could extend down well past my callused palms (can you say former gymnast?) but i would still have full use of those wonderfully opposable digits which separate us from the missing links of the world (tom robbin's description of said links notwithstanding).
today i am a sellout
today i am wearing a shirt with precut, prestitched thumbholes.
what seemed a novel and exciting idea in the store quickly lead to a quirky form of shoppers remorse. not over the price (a measely $14.99) but over the preconstruction of it all...i am so ashamed.
oh don't think the shame of it all will stop me from glancing down from time to time today and smiling at my shy palms and exposed thumbs...but the shame is there all the same.
Currently listening:
A.M.
By Wilco
Current mood:ashamed
Category: Fashion, Style, Shopping
wednesday, october 25, 2006
i remember when i was younger i would always nibble away at the cuffs of my shirts. a nasty habit to be sure, but an inescapable one. I would wiggle my thumbs from the inside and gnaw on the edges of my cuffs from the outside in moments of extreme boredom, frustration, agitation (insert emotion here). ultimately what i would have are two nifty thumb holds - so that the cuffs of my shirts could extend down well past my callused palms (can you say former gymnast?) but i would still have full use of those wonderfully opposable digits which separate us from the missing links of the world (tom robbin's description of said links notwithstanding).
today i am a sellout
today i am wearing a shirt with precut, prestitched thumbholes.
what seemed a novel and exciting idea in the store quickly lead to a quirky form of shoppers remorse. not over the price (a measely $14.99) but over the preconstruction of it all...i am so ashamed.
oh don't think the shame of it all will stop me from glancing down from time to time today and smiling at my shy palms and exposed thumbs...but the shame is there all the same.
Currently listening:
A.M.
By Wilco
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
lyrics
lyrics
Category: Music
wednesday, october 18, 2006
Shamelessly reproduced here without any form of official permission:
Jeff Buckley's "Hallelujah"
Because i just love the lyrics...
Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Well baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
You know, I used to live alone before I knew ya
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
And Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do ya?
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew is Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Currently listening:
Grace
By Jeff Buckley
Category: Music
wednesday, october 18, 2006
Shamelessly reproduced here without any form of official permission:
Jeff Buckley's "Hallelujah"
Because i just love the lyrics...
Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Well baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
You know, I used to live alone before I knew ya
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
And Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do ya?
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew is Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Currently listening:
Grace
By Jeff Buckley
Friday, October 13, 2006
he said...she said...
he said...she said...
Current mood: contemplative
friday, october 13, 2006
is the truest definition of a woman one who can both inflict wounds and tend them?
are we cunning and courageous as the bloodthirsty biblical judith?
are we soft and serene as Bouguereau portrayed us?
are we all both indira and eve?
devis and devils?
does it matter?
i mean, let's face it, we're talking chromosomal differences here...but the chasm is at turns so narrow that one could hop from side to side...and at others yawning so wide that there is no sight of the other side. why is that? venus and mars notwithstanding why do we need interspecial translators to speak to one another. a very wise friend of mine once said that in her experience women need to first experience some level of intimacy before having sex, and that men often need to have sex to experience intimacy...i always wondered for how much of the populas this held true...if any (exceptions apply - let's not split hairs now) When i ask a favor it's never so much that i need assistance, only that i want my husband/brother/father/insert male quivalent here to have wanted to help me...to have wanted to put my needs before their own - in and of itself a twisted notion to be sure and purely unfair...oh i know...but it doesn't make it any less true. which begs a new question - can we even help ourselves? or more importantly - why should we even want to?
why pick at the scabs of our differences when we can revel in them. i will never stand up to pee...i will never bodily move another out from the line of sight between an arm chair and sports center...i will never grunt an approval...and i'm really very fine with all of that. Equally i hope that the males in my life never secretly long for a candlelit bubble bath, or shed a tear over a cotton commercial (while post-partum...cut me some slack here) or sigh and shiver uncontrollably at the removal of certain societally-required undergarments. Its these differences so integral to our beings that help to define who we are... whether these differences are learned or programmed into that single chromosome may not matter so much in the long run. the chasm will always be there...i'm just looking for a reliable rope bridge along the way.
Currently listening:
Sympathique
By Pink Martini
Current mood: contemplative
friday, october 13, 2006
is the truest definition of a woman one who can both inflict wounds and tend them?
are we cunning and courageous as the bloodthirsty biblical judith?
are we soft and serene as Bouguereau portrayed us?
are we all both indira and eve?
devis and devils?
does it matter?
i mean, let's face it, we're talking chromosomal differences here...but the chasm is at turns so narrow that one could hop from side to side...and at others yawning so wide that there is no sight of the other side. why is that? venus and mars notwithstanding why do we need interspecial translators to speak to one another. a very wise friend of mine once said that in her experience women need to first experience some level of intimacy before having sex, and that men often need to have sex to experience intimacy...i always wondered for how much of the populas this held true...if any (exceptions apply - let's not split hairs now) When i ask a favor it's never so much that i need assistance, only that i want my husband/brother/father/insert male quivalent here to have wanted to help me...to have wanted to put my needs before their own - in and of itself a twisted notion to be sure and purely unfair...oh i know...but it doesn't make it any less true. which begs a new question - can we even help ourselves? or more importantly - why should we even want to?
why pick at the scabs of our differences when we can revel in them. i will never stand up to pee...i will never bodily move another out from the line of sight between an arm chair and sports center...i will never grunt an approval...and i'm really very fine with all of that. Equally i hope that the males in my life never secretly long for a candlelit bubble bath, or shed a tear over a cotton commercial (while post-partum...cut me some slack here) or sigh and shiver uncontrollably at the removal of certain societally-required undergarments. Its these differences so integral to our beings that help to define who we are... whether these differences are learned or programmed into that single chromosome may not matter so much in the long run. the chasm will always be there...i'm just looking for a reliable rope bridge along the way.
Currently listening:
Sympathique
By Pink Martini
Thursday, October 12, 2006
my morning...e e cummings style
my morning...e e cummings style
Current mood: exhausted
thursdsay, october 12, 2006
i fell asleep in the shower thismorning
and dreamt of you
in technicolor
with subtitles
just for a moment
until the sharp hot needles of the shower head
brought me reluctantly back
running late for work again...
Current mood: exhausted
thursdsay, october 12, 2006
i fell asleep in the shower thismorning
and dreamt of you
in technicolor
with subtitles
just for a moment
until the sharp hot needles of the shower head
brought me reluctantly back
running late for work again...
Saturday, October 7, 2006
writers block
writers block
Current mood: sleepy
Category: Writing and Poetry
saturday, october 07, 2006
this evening's blog stands as a testament to my utter and complete writers block this weekend...blah.
Currently listening:
A Ghost Is Born
By Wilco
Current mood: sleepy
Category: Writing and Poetry
saturday, october 07, 2006
this evening's blog stands as a testament to my utter and complete writers block this weekend...blah.
Currently listening:
A Ghost Is Born
By Wilco
Tuesday, October 3, 2006
Concertino for Cellular Phones and Orchestra
Concertino for Cellular Phones and Orchestra
Current mood:inspired
Category: Music
october 03, 2006
when i was a senior in college i took what ended up being one of my favorite classes of my entire college career - it was History of Jazz and it was taught by David Baker (renowned jazz musician, composer, music director for the Smithsonian Jazz Masterworks Orchestra, nominated for both a Pulitzer Prize and a Grammy). Each Wednesday this enormous storage room/classroom in the basement of the music building would be packed to the gills with students. Only about half were actually approved to sit in on the lecture each week, and each week I had to struggle to find a free desk. I saw people snuggle up to a wall joint, perch on choir steps, kneel between desks, just to hear this man talk. He had the most wonderful voice - soft and gravelly - and he would tell stories, name-dropping legendary musicians while relating bits of history and explaining drink preferences as they all gathered at some smoky club or hole in the wall. Dr. Baker would pace, shoulders hunched, gray suit pants uncreased - I never saw the man sit down. i was in awe...
The reason i bring this up? the man continues to impress...i caught a story on Newswise.com - and followed the trail back to a press release that IU Media relations put out concerning Dr. Baker's newest piece - debuting the 1st and 2nd of this month to kick off the 20th anniversary season of the Chicago Sinfonietta under the direction of Maestro Paul Freeman. The piece, entitled Concertino for Cellular Phones and Orchestra, by all accounts is to be a lively piece designed to not only encourage, but require audience participation. How will this work??? the concertino calls for audience members and members of the orchestra's percussion section to make user of their cell phones at various specified points throughout the piece. They intend to divide the audience into different sections and then cue the sections with red and green lights. Audience members will also be encouraged to experiment with the volume and ring tones, while the orchestra will also be working strains from recognizable ring tones into their work as well.
Sound chaotic? definitely. but i'm intrigued and think that the combination of the orchestra's staid presence and the cell phones normally intrusive sounds will complement each other well.
Baker had some must read quotes within the various articles I found...i'll just toss them in below...classic Dr. Baker.
"There's a wonderful balance between [chaos and organization] because that's how our lives are" he said. "Moving from the known to the unknown is very exciting"
"Cell phones inevitably awaken memories. It's kind of like a sonic perfume" (on how certain sounds around the audience can impact how they hear music and spark the mind)
"It's like a jazz piece. Once you've established the basic form of the piece and the tempo, then you don't know. I do know that very little happens for me when I'm in a passive environment" (on his uncertainty of what to expect with the music starts and the phones start ringing)
Baker, with over 2000 compositions under his belt admitted that this piece took the longest not just to write but to conceptualize.
"It think some people would think it is insane to even think about trying to combine the cacophony of cell phones with the pristine purity, sometimes, of an orchestra".
But what if no one participates?
"Girl, my heart stops just thinking about it," Baker says. "It would be like your soloist didn't show up for your concerto"
If anyone finds a sound bite on this out there - send it to me - i'm dying to hear it.
Current mood:inspired
Category: Music
october 03, 2006
when i was a senior in college i took what ended up being one of my favorite classes of my entire college career - it was History of Jazz and it was taught by David Baker (renowned jazz musician, composer, music director for the Smithsonian Jazz Masterworks Orchestra, nominated for both a Pulitzer Prize and a Grammy). Each Wednesday this enormous storage room/classroom in the basement of the music building would be packed to the gills with students. Only about half were actually approved to sit in on the lecture each week, and each week I had to struggle to find a free desk. I saw people snuggle up to a wall joint, perch on choir steps, kneel between desks, just to hear this man talk. He had the most wonderful voice - soft and gravelly - and he would tell stories, name-dropping legendary musicians while relating bits of history and explaining drink preferences as they all gathered at some smoky club or hole in the wall. Dr. Baker would pace, shoulders hunched, gray suit pants uncreased - I never saw the man sit down. i was in awe...
The reason i bring this up? the man continues to impress...i caught a story on Newswise.com - and followed the trail back to a press release that IU Media relations put out concerning Dr. Baker's newest piece - debuting the 1st and 2nd of this month to kick off the 20th anniversary season of the Chicago Sinfonietta under the direction of Maestro Paul Freeman. The piece, entitled Concertino for Cellular Phones and Orchestra, by all accounts is to be a lively piece designed to not only encourage, but require audience participation. How will this work??? the concertino calls for audience members and members of the orchestra's percussion section to make user of their cell phones at various specified points throughout the piece. They intend to divide the audience into different sections and then cue the sections with red and green lights. Audience members will also be encouraged to experiment with the volume and ring tones, while the orchestra will also be working strains from recognizable ring tones into their work as well.
Sound chaotic? definitely. but i'm intrigued and think that the combination of the orchestra's staid presence and the cell phones normally intrusive sounds will complement each other well.
Baker had some must read quotes within the various articles I found...i'll just toss them in below...classic Dr. Baker.
"There's a wonderful balance between [chaos and organization] because that's how our lives are" he said. "Moving from the known to the unknown is very exciting"
"Cell phones inevitably awaken memories. It's kind of like a sonic perfume" (on how certain sounds around the audience can impact how they hear music and spark the mind)
"It's like a jazz piece. Once you've established the basic form of the piece and the tempo, then you don't know. I do know that very little happens for me when I'm in a passive environment" (on his uncertainty of what to expect with the music starts and the phones start ringing)
Baker, with over 2000 compositions under his belt admitted that this piece took the longest not just to write but to conceptualize.
"It think some people would think it is insane to even think about trying to combine the cacophony of cell phones with the pristine purity, sometimes, of an orchestra".
But what if no one participates?
"Girl, my heart stops just thinking about it," Baker says. "It would be like your soloist didn't show up for your concerto"
If anyone finds a sound bite on this out there - send it to me - i'm dying to hear it.
Monday, October 2, 2006
say ahhh...
say ahhh...
Current mood: frustrated
october 02, 2006
whatever happened to trust?
Currently listening:
Are You Gonna Be My Girl?
By Jet
Current mood: frustrated
october 02, 2006
whatever happened to trust?
Currently listening:
Are You Gonna Be My Girl?
By Jet
Friday, September 29, 2006
intelligent erotica
intelligent erotica
Current mood: quixotic
Category: News and Politics
friday, september 29, 2006
"For something to be truly erotic, it doesn't have to be explicit," According to Sam Roddick (owner of London-based upmarket lingerie retailer Coco de Mer) "True eroticism is having your sexual imagination inspired as opposed to confronted." -(as related in a recent article found on iht.com)
Look how far our advertising has come...or rather...the UK's advertising has come. While we here in the States are still struggling to overcome the stigma of talking bull frogs in beer commercials, lingerie ads abroad are taking cinema veritae to whole new level. That's right - lingerie ads. Earlier this month, Serena Rees and Joseph Corre of Agent Provocateur in London released the first of a four-part series of short films featuring Kate Moss wearing their lingerie on the company's Web site Agentprovocateur.com. They're lingerie ads in black-and-white, art-house-style. The films are being hailed as "much a mini-thriller as it is erotica." and "far more cerebral and the mood more tasteful" that what has been seen in the past. The shorts were shot by director Mike Figgis (think 'Leaving Las Vegas' and some early Sopranos episodes) The us's victoria secret strutters can hardly be considered evocative in the face of such campaigns. Grandfathered into acceptance by way of edgier ads before it (an Elle Macpherson Intimates commercial which apparantly aired in New Zealand two years ago, in which a lingerie-clad model knelt on the floor to clean up blood after she had caressed a set of carving knives. Kind of makes the Angel club look alittle amateur-ish now doesn't it?) these new Agent Provocateur ads are designed to turn you on AND make you think. what a novel concept!
And get this, these new Agent Provocateur shorts were only played in cinemas after getting banned by British television networks, but went on to become the most downloaded music-related viral e-mail ever, according to a poll organized by online viral monitor Boreme.com. (again - citing iht.com for those a stickler for the details!!)Successful as it was for Agent Provocateur's buzz factor then, the raunchy days of pop stars mounting bucking bronco bulls and brash, in- your-face monologues are in that company's archives. Arty, thoughtful erotica is now in.
now if only we could get these pesky reality tv series to 'Man Up' (thanks nicki) perhaps we could elevate more than just our lingerie ads to coffee-house-level-intelligence...
Currently listening:
Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
By Wilco
Current mood: quixotic
Category: News and Politics
friday, september 29, 2006
"For something to be truly erotic, it doesn't have to be explicit," According to Sam Roddick (owner of London-based upmarket lingerie retailer Coco de Mer) "True eroticism is having your sexual imagination inspired as opposed to confronted." -(as related in a recent article found on iht.com)
Look how far our advertising has come...or rather...the UK's advertising has come. While we here in the States are still struggling to overcome the stigma of talking bull frogs in beer commercials, lingerie ads abroad are taking cinema veritae to whole new level. That's right - lingerie ads. Earlier this month, Serena Rees and Joseph Corre of Agent Provocateur in London released the first of a four-part series of short films featuring Kate Moss wearing their lingerie on the company's Web site Agentprovocateur.com. They're lingerie ads in black-and-white, art-house-style. The films are being hailed as "much a mini-thriller as it is erotica." and "far more cerebral and the mood more tasteful" that what has been seen in the past. The shorts were shot by director Mike Figgis (think 'Leaving Las Vegas' and some early Sopranos episodes) The us's victoria secret strutters can hardly be considered evocative in the face of such campaigns. Grandfathered into acceptance by way of edgier ads before it (an Elle Macpherson Intimates commercial which apparantly aired in New Zealand two years ago, in which a lingerie-clad model knelt on the floor to clean up blood after she had caressed a set of carving knives. Kind of makes the Angel club look alittle amateur-ish now doesn't it?) these new Agent Provocateur ads are designed to turn you on AND make you think. what a novel concept!
And get this, these new Agent Provocateur shorts were only played in cinemas after getting banned by British television networks, but went on to become the most downloaded music-related viral e-mail ever, according to a poll organized by online viral monitor Boreme.com. (again - citing iht.com for those a stickler for the details!!)Successful as it was for Agent Provocateur's buzz factor then, the raunchy days of pop stars mounting bucking bronco bulls and brash, in- your-face monologues are in that company's archives. Arty, thoughtful erotica is now in.
now if only we could get these pesky reality tv series to 'Man Up' (thanks nicki) perhaps we could elevate more than just our lingerie ads to coffee-house-level-intelligence...
Currently listening:
Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
By Wilco
Thursday, September 28, 2006
me time (not a haiku, but small and true nonetheless)
me time (not a haiku, but small and true nonetheless)
september 28, 2006
Current mood: lonely
i found the prayer card from grandma rossi's funeral in my purse yesterday. corners worn, patina dulled over the virgin's face from where i thumbed it throughout the funeral, and occassionally, from the confines of my change purse, when i was nervous throughout the work weeks to follow. soft shush of the paper against my calluses as i palmed the reminder stung the corners of my eyes as it hadn't since the burial. brought to mind spumoni in fluted glass dishes, stacking magazines under shoot-the-moon when my brothers weren't looking, threadbare dancing elves hiding behind the ornaments at the holidays. biting the side of my tongue sharply brought a small jolting cleansing pain and i replaced the card again again between layers of receipts and business cards and folded envelopes with shopping lists hastily scrawled on them.
Currently reading:
Naked
By David Sedaris
september 28, 2006
Current mood: lonely
i found the prayer card from grandma rossi's funeral in my purse yesterday. corners worn, patina dulled over the virgin's face from where i thumbed it throughout the funeral, and occassionally, from the confines of my change purse, when i was nervous throughout the work weeks to follow. soft shush of the paper against my calluses as i palmed the reminder stung the corners of my eyes as it hadn't since the burial. brought to mind spumoni in fluted glass dishes, stacking magazines under shoot-the-moon when my brothers weren't looking, threadbare dancing elves hiding behind the ornaments at the holidays. biting the side of my tongue sharply brought a small jolting cleansing pain and i replaced the card again again between layers of receipts and business cards and folded envelopes with shopping lists hastily scrawled on them.
Currently reading:
Naked
By David Sedaris
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
*yawn*
*yawn*
september 27, 2006
Current mood: exhausted
i am a lazy cat...stretching in a sunny spot. a night of great sex is a miracle cure-all... i hear it improves balance too... (wink)
september 27, 2006
Current mood: exhausted
i am a lazy cat...stretching in a sunny spot. a night of great sex is a miracle cure-all... i hear it improves balance too... (wink)
Monday, August 28, 2006
And then there were 8 (goodbye pluto!)
And then there were 8 (goodbye pluto!)
august 28, 2006
Current mood: nostalgic
Category: News and Politics
I'm already feeling a nostalgic twinge when running through the list of planets... My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nine Pizza....uh oh! Scientists meeting in Prague last week have stripped Pluto of its planet status...citing the decision as "a triumph of science over sentiment"...denigrating it to the title of "dwarf planet". Imagine the ramifications: All planet-related bulletin board deco. will go 80% off at Education Stores world-wide, All wire hanger mobiles will swerve crazily askew without Pluto to balance things out, All acronyms for memorization of the planets will have to be...gasp...altered! I may not recover. However - The World Book Encyclopedia, who was previous to the decision, at a standstill to print their 2007 edition, can now move forward without pluto included the rank of planets.
Apparently the three qualifiers for a body to be considered a planet are: 1.) it must orbit the sun; 2) it must be big enough for gravity to squash it into a ball (that's a direct quote from the folks at the NYTimes for everyone's edification - apparantly squash is technical enough for print now!) and 3) it must have cleared its neighbors out of its orbit.
The only caveat to be considered a "dwarf planet"? It's Round.
How sad for Pluto.
august 28, 2006
Current mood: nostalgic
Category: News and Politics
I'm already feeling a nostalgic twinge when running through the list of planets... My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nine Pizza....uh oh! Scientists meeting in Prague last week have stripped Pluto of its planet status...citing the decision as "a triumph of science over sentiment"...denigrating it to the title of "dwarf planet". Imagine the ramifications: All planet-related bulletin board deco. will go 80% off at Education Stores world-wide, All wire hanger mobiles will swerve crazily askew without Pluto to balance things out, All acronyms for memorization of the planets will have to be...gasp...altered! I may not recover. However - The World Book Encyclopedia, who was previous to the decision, at a standstill to print their 2007 edition, can now move forward without pluto included the rank of planets.
Apparently the three qualifiers for a body to be considered a planet are: 1.) it must orbit the sun; 2) it must be big enough for gravity to squash it into a ball (that's a direct quote from the folks at the NYTimes for everyone's edification - apparantly squash is technical enough for print now!) and 3) it must have cleared its neighbors out of its orbit.
The only caveat to be considered a "dwarf planet"? It's Round.
How sad for Pluto.
Tuesday, August 8, 2006
bored...bored...bored...
bored...bored...bored...
august 8, 2006
Current mood: blah
Have you ever noticed that when you have a million things on your plate to do that you could think of a million more you'd rather be doing (checking that website, looking up that movie director, reserving that book online, making a list of movies you want to see, music you want to hear, letters you have to write, lists you need to finish...et.al.) but as soon as you have a free minute...you can't remember a damn thing you wanted to do "just as soon as i have a chance"? I'm surprised I found the stamina to finish this blog i'm so bored right now...blah.
august 8, 2006
Current mood: blah
Have you ever noticed that when you have a million things on your plate to do that you could think of a million more you'd rather be doing (checking that website, looking up that movie director, reserving that book online, making a list of movies you want to see, music you want to hear, letters you have to write, lists you need to finish...et.al.) but as soon as you have a free minute...you can't remember a damn thing you wanted to do "just as soon as i have a chance"? I'm surprised I found the stamina to finish this blog i'm so bored right now...blah.
Monday, July 24, 2006
Random Sighting
random sighting
july 24, 2006
Current mood:inspired
weird sighting of the day: saw a cowboy ordering lunch at a hotdog stand outside of TJ Maxx today. dressed in full regalia: leather vest, chaps, spurs, hat, tan leathered skin, bright white grin, on horseback, trailing a burro with a multi-colored striped blanket, saddlebags bulging. he touched a finger to the tip of his hat as i walked by and smiled, all the while ordering his lunch: a footlong with mayo, no mustard, now, ya'hear?
july 24, 2006
Current mood:inspired
weird sighting of the day: saw a cowboy ordering lunch at a hotdog stand outside of TJ Maxx today. dressed in full regalia: leather vest, chaps, spurs, hat, tan leathered skin, bright white grin, on horseback, trailing a burro with a multi-colored striped blanket, saddlebags bulging. he touched a finger to the tip of his hat as i walked by and smiled, all the while ordering his lunch: a footlong with mayo, no mustard, now, ya'hear?
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