i've been meaning to blog for a while. honest. i was gonna talk about the loveliness of spring, write up a humorous little anecdote about the possums in the garage, mention that brian is gonna be my neighbor soon! lament my dead laptop and poor hard drive... talk about how i planted vegetables, started composting, i'm redoing a table, trying to do some spring cleaning, catching up on reading and generally enjoying the spring. so i haven't written about it. sorry. i'm not dead, just doin' other stuff.
Random Observation:
if you like black and white movies with lots of talking and yelling watch His Girl Friday. this is not really a random observation. the movie is playing as i write this and it's pretty good as background, but prolly boring to just watch. even if it is carey grant.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Vague Thoughts about Cheerful Traffic Lights.
umm, that's what i thought right after having some vague thoughts about traffic lights, and then i thought, 'hmm, that's six words. i haven't posted in a while. maybe i should post that.' except that's kinda weird (not that it's stopped me before...). But i had a funny dream the other night that would be a much better post. so, i'll just use that as the title that won't make any sense with the rest that follows.
So, remember being in school? it might be a stretch for some people, but i remember certain feelings quite clearly, especially when my dreams dredge them up again. Ok. now, remember Test day? Just a normal day where you have to go take a test in a class (this probably works better on the college level, but it's similar to highschool feelings). You walk in to the class the same time you do every day, but all those people that normally show up late, or don't show up at all, have come early, because there is a test. So it completely throws off your groove because now you have to sit on the other side of the classroom than you normally do, surrounded by people you don't really know. And to top it off they're going over notes that you didn't really study, and it only sounds vaguely familiar. So you try and listen in and make sure you remember what they say, because you realize you're not quite as prepared as you thought you were.
Ok. Now that i've dredged up all those memories of Test day (if you are anything like me, that is), picture a big expanse of outdoors-ness. There's a bit of a forest up to the right, and back to the left and you are in the the middle of an opening with really really tall grasses. Yet way off in the distance you can see a glass wall? huh? in my dream i was in a conservatory-type room. a really big one. this was the classroom and it was Test day.
And i must have gotten there late because i couldn't be by the T-rex's where i usually was. i had to go over by those other dinosaurs that i didn't know very well. and they loomed over me. and looked at me like they knew i was out of place too. and they started talking (communicating?) about stuff i hadn't studied. stuff about themselves. because this was a type of intercultural type class. where we learned about other types of people (creatures?) and how to see things from their perspective. only i guess it was really an interspecies type class. and it turned out to be a good thing that i had to be by those other dinos because i learned a lot more about them than i had from the text book.
ummm.....yup. that was my dream. nothing weird about hanging out with dinosaurs, even the meat eaters. just that panicky Test day feeling. i'm taking it as a sign that i should not go back to school. and that my job makes me wish that i had taken intercultural communications class? wait, does that mean i feel like i'm surrounded by a different species? or that you can learn a lot outside of the typical classroom? or maybe it just means i've read too many dinosaur comics. And i don't even know if i passed the test! probably because i woke up before i even got the test.....
The mind is a curious thing.
Random Observation:
I just noticed (again) that Live backwards is Evil.
So, remember being in school? it might be a stretch for some people, but i remember certain feelings quite clearly, especially when my dreams dredge them up again. Ok. now, remember Test day? Just a normal day where you have to go take a test in a class (this probably works better on the college level, but it's similar to highschool feelings). You walk in to the class the same time you do every day, but all those people that normally show up late, or don't show up at all, have come early, because there is a test. So it completely throws off your groove because now you have to sit on the other side of the classroom than you normally do, surrounded by people you don't really know. And to top it off they're going over notes that you didn't really study, and it only sounds vaguely familiar. So you try and listen in and make sure you remember what they say, because you realize you're not quite as prepared as you thought you were.
Ok. Now that i've dredged up all those memories of Test day (if you are anything like me, that is), picture a big expanse of outdoors-ness. There's a bit of a forest up to the right, and back to the left and you are in the the middle of an opening with really really tall grasses. Yet way off in the distance you can see a glass wall? huh? in my dream i was in a conservatory-type room. a really big one. this was the classroom and it was Test day.
And i must have gotten there late because i couldn't be by the T-rex's where i usually was. i had to go over by those other dinosaurs that i didn't know very well. and they loomed over me. and looked at me like they knew i was out of place too. and they started talking (communicating?) about stuff i hadn't studied. stuff about themselves. because this was a type of intercultural type class. where we learned about other types of people (creatures?) and how to see things from their perspective. only i guess it was really an interspecies type class. and it turned out to be a good thing that i had to be by those other dinos because i learned a lot more about them than i had from the text book.
ummm.....yup. that was my dream. nothing weird about hanging out with dinosaurs, even the meat eaters. just that panicky Test day feeling. i'm taking it as a sign that i should not go back to school. and that my job makes me wish that i had taken intercultural communications class? wait, does that mean i feel like i'm surrounded by a different species? or that you can learn a lot outside of the typical classroom? or maybe it just means i've read too many dinosaur comics. And i don't even know if i passed the test! probably because i woke up before i even got the test.....
The mind is a curious thing.
Random Observation:
I just noticed (again) that Live backwards is Evil.
Monday, December 01, 2008
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Tuesday, November 04, 2008
November Project
So November is National Novel Writing Month. Lots of people use this as an excuse to work on that story that's been rumbling around inside of themselves. There's a few parameters, like length, but mostly i think it's so you know you're not alone trying to get stuff out on paper, er, computer, er whatever. If you're one of those people with a story rumbling around inside, wahoo! go for it!
But i'm not one of those people. at least not right now. i think i'll do the opposite. well, kinda. Sometime recently Smith magazine and i'm not really sure who else (and i'm too lazy to look it up) put together a book call Not Quite What I was Planning that compiles a bunch of six-word memoirs. They took the idea from Hemingway's six-word story "For sale: Baby shoes, never worn" and got a bunch of people to send in their memoirs in six words. And i think they did this in November or something, because when i read the book i thought "hmm, i'm not gonna write a novel, but maybe i'll blog some six-word stories or memoirs, or what-have-you." So, i'm getting a bit of a late start, but, that's what i'm gonna try and do this month. So here goes:
Chili dishes piled high. Blogging instead.
But i'm not one of those people. at least not right now. i think i'll do the opposite. well, kinda. Sometime recently Smith magazine and i'm not really sure who else (and i'm too lazy to look it up) put together a book call Not Quite What I was Planning that compiles a bunch of six-word memoirs. They took the idea from Hemingway's six-word story "For sale: Baby shoes, never worn" and got a bunch of people to send in their memoirs in six words. And i think they did this in November or something, because when i read the book i thought "hmm, i'm not gonna write a novel, but maybe i'll blog some six-word stories or memoirs, or what-have-you." So, i'm getting a bit of a late start, but, that's what i'm gonna try and do this month. So here goes:
Chili dishes piled high. Blogging instead.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Oops.
So, i'm messing around with my look again. but i've already wasted a lot of time on it so i'm gonna come back to it later. mostly i really need to fix the colors, but what do you think about the picture? too busy? too awkward? don't worry, it'll get better, at least that's what i'm telling myself.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Autumn Update
Much has changed since my last entry…
It is glorious fall! There’s that crispness that spikes the air (even on warmer days) and makes me want to watch soccer or go on a meandering walk. There’s that crystal clearness in the air that makes me want to use my mind, to shake of the dust and stickiness of summer and at least listen to an intellectual discussion, even if i don’t partake. it makes me miss college and the opportunity to both do, and to sit back and enjoy the doing of these things. Although i suppose i now have the time to fully explore whatever i want without the drudge of homework…as long as i can figure out what to explore…
Like my new home! my head hurts much less than it did last time i wrote. Etta is one of the reasons. we found a delightful little house to rent and we characterize her as an older, mostly proper, British lady with a fascination in
i have a new job i’m getting used to as well, the one i referred to in the last post that i took a skills test for. i started in july. it’s only part time, but it’s busy enough that i’m ok with that. It’s very different from the small academic Tabor library, but most of the time i enjoy it, and there’s plenty of quirky and strange characters to observe.
rachel’s enjoying her job as ER nurse and being nocturnal. i’m adjusting to having a nocturnal roommate. you would think it would work well with the insomnia, but instead i just stay up way too late sometimes…good thing i work in the afternoon. i’m also adjusting to living in the same town as brian and getting to see him more than just on the weekend, hooray! which i must say is a delightful adjustment.
and so. that’s the brief update. life is good. different, but good.
Random:
Six-word stories and memoirs coming soon!
Thursday, May 15, 2008
and this is why my head hurts.
moving.
moving sucks, even if you know when and where you are moving to. if you're still in the deciding stages of such, it's worse.
job hunting.
i've applied for 2 library jobs. i have a skills test for one of them on saturday. i plan to case the joint for the second one. and scope out a house.
work stressed that shall not be named.
work party that will be fun, but i have to do stuff for.
work stress about the fact that i'll probably be leaving, and what will happen then? who will train all the new students we need?
that thing called Commencement Day where i get to run around like crazy trying to go to everything i possibly can, and seeing and hugging as many people as i possibly can. but is still a week away.
that thing called all of graduation weekend were there are a million people running out your ears. but also a week away.
and of course the usual:
allergies.
not sleeping.
Hooray for the fact that this weekend should be really good. busy, but good.
so now, instead of listing any more of such pesky headaches, i will go scope out some library-ness. or maybe go to bed.
random thought:
taffy is good. i need to try some homemade stuff.
moving sucks, even if you know when and where you are moving to. if you're still in the deciding stages of such, it's worse.
job hunting.
i've applied for 2 library jobs. i have a skills test for one of them on saturday. i plan to case the joint for the second one. and scope out a house.
work stressed that shall not be named.
work party that will be fun, but i have to do stuff for.
work stress about the fact that i'll probably be leaving, and what will happen then? who will train all the new students we need?
that thing called Commencement Day where i get to run around like crazy trying to go to everything i possibly can, and seeing and hugging as many people as i possibly can. but is still a week away.
that thing called all of graduation weekend were there are a million people running out your ears. but also a week away.
and of course the usual:
allergies.
not sleeping.
Hooray for the fact that this weekend should be really good. busy, but good.
so now, instead of listing any more of such pesky headaches, i will go scope out some library-ness. or maybe go to bed.
random thought:
taffy is good. i need to try some homemade stuff.
Friday, April 18, 2008
why did i decide to post Right Now...shouldn't i be sleeping?!
dang. it's been a long time. again.
hmmm, what to write about? the craziness of life? the craziness of spring weather? the craziness of my house? yes, yes i think that's it.
mostly because we had another funeral. yep. killin' 'em off left and right over here at Myra (beware!). Now, it's been awhile, so this will be to the best of my memory. please, correct me if the details are a bit hazy.
It was a lovely March evening. Spring Break for some people, so we had company staying over (shocking, i know). It was one of those weird late evening dinners. Huzzah, Pizza! Again, we were lingering far too long over our meal when Sharon looks up and says, "I think he's dead."
"Huh?" "No way!" "Who?!" "Is he faking it again?" the chorus of responses....But no. Rachel jumps up to give Oscar a closer inspection. The poor guy has looked a little listless before, even green around the gills, but this, this was definitely dead. We have a floater.
But are we really sure? i mean, we don't want to flush him and then find out he's alive when he hits the bowl. So Rachel grabs some sort of (formerly) clean utensil and nudges him a bit. and then stirs the water a bit. (we'd already done this frequently when he was living, because he wasn't really the kind of fish to live without an air pump. except he did a pretty good job of it for 5 months.) Then Erin decided to give it a good little whirl. which would almost make you think he was alive, except for the swimming backwards. which of course is easily remedied by stirring the other way.
well. after deciding that he really was dead we made the funeral preparations. We had to scrounge up a few more hats for the guests. Make a nice little cloth funeral pyre for the poor little guy. find the right text. come up with a song. make sure we have the roles properly assigned.
ok, we're ready. Rachel is the primary mourning this time. i held the lad and was secondary mourner. Sharon read the text, Ecclesiastes 3, again, so appropriate. Lisa graced us with the song "Baby Beluga," a melancholy little ditty that was fitting for our finned friend. Erin led the funeral procession to the almost-final resting place, while we all hummed "Taps". Rachel said her final goodbye and dropped dear Oscar in with a 'plop' and there he went, on that final swim to that Great Fish Bowl in the Sky.
So goes another adventure in Myra. And the rest of the week proceeded along quite nicely, with lots of food, some of it even fried, although it wasn't the pizza. and none of it named, sadly enough.
and the adventures have gone on, and on, and will keep going on...huzzah!
(just beware, if you are ever a birthday present to someone in Myra...your life may not be as long as you would like....dun, dun, duuun)
Random:
if you want something more random than this entire post is, including the fact that it's a month late, and midnight, you'd better look somewhere else....
(ugh, that's really lame...maybe i'll think of something better after i sleep...look somewhere else??!)
hmmm, what to write about? the craziness of life? the craziness of spring weather? the craziness of my house? yes, yes i think that's it.
mostly because we had another funeral. yep. killin' 'em off left and right over here at Myra (beware!). Now, it's been awhile, so this will be to the best of my memory. please, correct me if the details are a bit hazy.
It was a lovely March evening. Spring Break for some people, so we had company staying over (shocking, i know). It was one of those weird late evening dinners. Huzzah, Pizza! Again, we were lingering far too long over our meal when Sharon looks up and says, "I think he's dead."
"Huh?" "No way!" "Who?!" "Is he faking it again?" the chorus of responses....But no. Rachel jumps up to give Oscar a closer inspection. The poor guy has looked a little listless before, even green around the gills, but this, this was definitely dead. We have a floater.
But are we really sure? i mean, we don't want to flush him and then find out he's alive when he hits the bowl. So Rachel grabs some sort of (formerly) clean utensil and nudges him a bit. and then stirs the water a bit. (we'd already done this frequently when he was living, because he wasn't really the kind of fish to live without an air pump. except he did a pretty good job of it for 5 months.) Then Erin decided to give it a good little whirl. which would almost make you think he was alive, except for the swimming backwards. which of course is easily remedied by stirring the other way.
well. after deciding that he really was dead we made the funeral preparations. We had to scrounge up a few more hats for the guests. Make a nice little cloth funeral pyre for the poor little guy. find the right text. come up with a song. make sure we have the roles properly assigned.
ok, we're ready. Rachel is the primary mourning this time. i held the lad and was secondary mourner. Sharon read the text, Ecclesiastes 3, again, so appropriate. Lisa graced us with the song "Baby Beluga," a melancholy little ditty that was fitting for our finned friend. Erin led the funeral procession to the almost-final resting place, while we all hummed "Taps". Rachel said her final goodbye and dropped dear Oscar in with a 'plop' and there he went, on that final swim to that Great Fish Bowl in the Sky.
So goes another adventure in Myra. And the rest of the week proceeded along quite nicely, with lots of food, some of it even fried, although it wasn't the pizza. and none of it named, sadly enough.
and the adventures have gone on, and on, and will keep going on...huzzah!
(just beware, if you are ever a birthday present to someone in Myra...your life may not be as long as you would like....dun, dun, duuun)
Random:
if you want something more random than this entire post is, including the fact that it's a month late, and midnight, you'd better look somewhere else....
(ugh, that's really lame...maybe i'll think of something better after i sleep...look somewhere else??!)
Monday, February 11, 2008
Plant Funeral
(the neighbors are home!!!)
we do a lot of somewhat strange things in our house, in case you hadn’t noticed. we’re practicing for when we’re eccentric old ladies, but that’s another story. this is a story that took place longer ago than i would have liked to have recorded it, but, alas, we’ve been without the kindly internet of the neighbors, so this post is a bit behind. Anywho…on to the dirge.
We here at Myra were having a lazy Saturday morning. We slept late, had pie and cake for breakfast, planned our parties for the next semester, and pretty much didn’t move from the table till noon. Ah, but when we did move, that’s when tragedy struck. Sharon comes back to kitchen very mournfully. The mere bump of a leaf brought Chahia to her death. Or rather made the rotted center apparent. And so, such a member of the family cannot just be dropped in the trash can, oh no. We donned proper attire, top hat for Rachel, fedora for Sharon, and bowler for me…along with our bathrobes. May i just say that Ecclesiastes 3 is the perfect text for almost anytime. You can’t get any better than a time to tear, a time to ruin, and best of all a time to uproot. And a multitude of laughter can be covered by fake sobs. So, with a chorus of Amazing Grace, Hope found its way to the wastebasket with a dash of dust to dust.
Yup, just another day at Myra.
Random Thought: I'm sick of my nose getting cold INSIDE my house!
we do a lot of somewhat strange things in our house, in case you hadn’t noticed. we’re practicing for when we’re eccentric old ladies, but that’s another story. this is a story that took place longer ago than i would have liked to have recorded it, but, alas, we’ve been without the kindly internet of the neighbors, so this post is a bit behind. Anywho…on to the dirge.
We here at Myra were having a lazy Saturday morning. We slept late, had pie and cake for breakfast, planned our parties for the next semester, and pretty much didn’t move from the table till noon. Ah, but when we did move, that’s when tragedy struck. Sharon comes back to kitchen very mournfully. The mere bump of a leaf brought Chahia to her death. Or rather made the rotted center apparent. And so, such a member of the family cannot just be dropped in the trash can, oh no. We donned proper attire, top hat for Rachel, fedora for Sharon, and bowler for me…along with our bathrobes. May i just say that Ecclesiastes 3 is the perfect text for almost anytime. You can’t get any better than a time to tear, a time to ruin, and best of all a time to uproot. And a multitude of laughter can be covered by fake sobs. So, with a chorus of Amazing Grace, Hope found its way to the wastebasket with a dash of dust to dust.
Yup, just another day at Myra.
Random Thought: I'm sick of my nose getting cold INSIDE my house!
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Inappropriate Thursday
it's thursday and i haven't been inappropriate yet, at least not on purpose....so i'll share a dream i had the other night that could be classified as inappropriate.
there i was, leaving one dream, walking out of a door, and into another. i was dressed in these hideous orange hawaiian gaucho pants and a shirt that was some awful contrast. apparently i was dreaming in color (also people's hair kept changing colors, sometimes it was that horrendous orange-ish yellow that was high school bleaching). And i was standing on the top of a mountain ridge. there was a shallow valley area that had large patches of snow that people were playing in, making mounds of snowballs and such. i saw some random friends and waved. i saw some other friends and darted behind a tree (i didn't want to be seen in my weird clothes). i guess when i turned around one of my college friends, briana was sitting on a rock and we started talking. then other college friends started showing up. and other random people. i knew all of them, although some were people i hadn't seen in a while. all except one. some Random Guy that had apparently shown up with someone else was there. we were all sitting around on rocks and joking around and such, and then Random Guy pipes up (something along the lines of) "Supreme Pizza will take a woman places a man never could!"
umm... uhh... awkward shifting gazing as everyone thinks "who is this guy?" And then i woke up.
so, i guess, the moral of this dream is to beware of orange hawaiian gauchos....
Random...well, actually Random Guy has been random enough for this post.
there i was, leaving one dream, walking out of a door, and into another. i was dressed in these hideous orange hawaiian gaucho pants and a shirt that was some awful contrast. apparently i was dreaming in color (also people's hair kept changing colors, sometimes it was that horrendous orange-ish yellow that was high school bleaching). And i was standing on the top of a mountain ridge. there was a shallow valley area that had large patches of snow that people were playing in, making mounds of snowballs and such. i saw some random friends and waved. i saw some other friends and darted behind a tree (i didn't want to be seen in my weird clothes). i guess when i turned around one of my college friends, briana was sitting on a rock and we started talking. then other college friends started showing up. and other random people. i knew all of them, although some were people i hadn't seen in a while. all except one. some Random Guy that had apparently shown up with someone else was there. we were all sitting around on rocks and joking around and such, and then Random Guy pipes up (something along the lines of) "Supreme Pizza will take a woman places a man never could!"
umm... uhh... awkward shifting gazing as everyone thinks "who is this guy?" And then i woke up.
so, i guess, the moral of this dream is to beware of orange hawaiian gauchos....
Random...well, actually Random Guy has been random enough for this post.
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