recycled

I posted this on Emily's comment but I find it so funny that I want to post it again! click here (revised)

weird states

we did laundry in lambertville, pa a week ago. except the thing is i just now realized we were actually in lambertville, NEW JERSEY! there is no lambertville in the commonwealth of pennsylvania.

I heart science

Trippy.

project implicit

(and your chicks for free)

Has anyone ever noticed Sting helping out on Dire Straits' "Money for Nothing"?

Has anyone ever noticed that it is essentially the same song as "Don't Stand So Close to Me"?

I guess Sting knew he was riffing his own melody, but still.

Has anyone who has Safari ever noticed a memory glitch? E.g., every time I want to post on this blog (or check my bank acct or do anything else that needs a password) I have to type in my name and password, even though I repeatedly check the "remember me" box and my Safari:preferences is set up to remember things. And accept all cookies. And I don't delete the cookies in between.

We are going on vacation on Friday. The sky is graypurplepink and probably will emit rain. It's windy.

Observation: In 'n' Out on Saturday is heaven. In 'n' Out on Saturday and Sunday is barf-o-rama. Thanks.

Periodontics

Has anyone ever had it done? I'm totally not going to post a picture.

Cold of a sudden!

The weather outside went from 76 deg. to 56 deg. with 23 mph winds that are 46 deg., all in the span of my 60 min. yoga class! Those wanton winds. They are simultaneously playful and mysterious. 46 degrees??

My sunburn is peeling. Can anyone sympathize with the trying-on-bathing-suits plight? I went to Dillard's today with my friend who has been working out steadily since -- oh, I don't know, last April? And in clothes we both look pretty good and healthy and stuff. And in bathing suits, she looks like she should be a bathing suit model. I look ... dimpled. Dimpled with a farmer tan. But I've got a month or two till summer, right? Standing in Dillard's waiting for my friend to get dressed, I had to give myself the You-Are-in-Control-of-Your-Own-Life-Stop-Acting-Like-a-Wuss/Victim speech, but it worked and after I got some suits at Old Navy (seeing my body, of course, as a vessel of pure potential) I happily went to yoga. For the second time in ... 3 months. But also the second time in 4 days. So that's something.

I think the idea of a peace march is interesting. Not to Washington. Not to make a political point about war or greenhouse gas. But to walk together in peace. And spread the message of peace. Kind of like Hands Across America and related movements in the '80s that focused on people all being linked together in the human race (although those movements also were related to international aid). Maybe people could take pledges on how far they could walk, and all the money would go to Sudan or something. But maybe in walking en masse, people would make the point that peace is simple and important. Maybe the peace marchers could travel through every state and spread peace.

We went hiking

I have a sunburn. We went to Seven Falls. Neil said six grandmas on the hike asked him if he was for sale. Happy Easter.

Saturday

Note to self: Using "SPF 5" sunscreen is kind of like smoking "low-tar" cigarettes.

The weather today was idyllic. My friend's boyfriend had a birthday party in the park and his friend from a long time ago visited from New Orleans, wearing '80s wristbands. He staged his entrance by "accidentally" tossing a frisbee into our area. The frisbee hit a baby stroller, but the baby was with her mother.

The flower shop 60 seconds away from our house (on foot) has gerber daisies.

In December, we went hiking with Brian and our friend Andrew (who I hope is having a good time in Texas). It was freezing but really fun.

Oh -- OH! The big news is that I learned how to thread a bobbin. With no small amount of help from Amye! So far since yesterday I've made 7 pillow cases. Maybe tomorrow ... applique???

March fantasy

Sometimes I dream about going to Hawaii. I could probably go there as an SLP traveller. Sometimes it's scary to think about picking up and moving. Although the extremely, extremely loud party directly outside our bedroom window last night from midnight till forever made it a tad easier to fantasize about living elsewhere.

Sometimes I dream about making a quilt. About being so adept at making a quilt that I can go to the fabric store and pick out mouthwatering colors/patterns and go home and make a quilt. Piece of cake.

Sometimes I dream about being tan and warm in Puerto Penasco and running on the beach and playing Scrabble by sunlight with my best friend and playing with kids and floating.

Today I didn't make it to the boot camp class because I woke up too late because certain parties were screaming flirtatious obscenities through the window into my ear between swigs of cheap beer all night, but I went to the gym anyway and discovered a new setting on the elliptical machine that was very, very hard and therefore fun. I listened to the Talking Heads and Snoop Dogg feat. Pharrell, which helped.

It's not rocket science, people

Just in case anyone hasn't read this recent McCain exchange.

Food for thought

Blue Cross Blue Shield of Alabama (my health insurer) does not cover oral contraceptives for the purpose of birth control.

But it covers Viagra.

I think I'm getting an inkling of what life was like before women's lib.

I may go on strike.

Life before plastic??? What??!!!

Have you ever wondered how babies drank milk and juice before the advent of modern-day bottles*?

Of course you have. This picture is an example of a terra-cotta baby bottle from 450 b.c. Parents of ancient Greece served a mixture of wine and honey from this hanging shrew-shaped vessel.

Romans figured out how to blow clear glass around the beginning of the first millennium, A.D., but glass went out of style and didn't regain popularity until the 20th century.

During the 13th through 16th centuries (and possibly others), it was common throughout Europe for babies to be fed from cow horns to which nipples (made from cloth-filled leather or dried cow teats) were affixed.

Around the end of the 16th century, Germany and Italy started using bottles of wood or leather, which quickly were replaced in favor of pewter. Why would anyone want to drink out of metal? Ew.

Banjo-shaped glass bottles were pretty popular at the end of the 19th century, but they were impossible to keep clean and posed grave hygiene risks.

Emerging around the same period, banana bottles saved the day with their easy-to-clean design.

In the early 20th century the upright bottle came into style, but it was narrow-necked and far more difficult to clean than the banana. The neck was later widened, retaining the pull-over nipple feature.

And then plastic and screw-on tops were invented!

Believe me, the information I have just related is a mere gloss of the bottle information available out there. I love when all the headlines get writ and I have a little time on the computer to explore important subjects.

* Relatedly, please consult these stories for important information about modern baby bottles, drink containers, dental sealants, cans, and various other common, hard plastic apparati.

My eyes itch

We organized every single shred of paperwork in our house into, like, 40 files. Divided into two folders: current and archives/non-changing stuff. Alphabetized.

We have a budget. (Translation: I have a budget. Neil doesn't spend money with near as much abandon.) And so far, 6/7 into Week One, I've kept it with no problemo. It is probably the 20th budget I've ever tried and the first that I've had any success with whatsoever.

I don't buy lunch anymore, except maybe on Fridays.

My favorite stores are Old Navy and Target.

I feel good and centered this week, and it may be related to the above points. If the good/centeredness holds for another week or so, I think it can serve as substantive scientific data.

I want to see the waxed body exhibit that runs through May in Phx.

Late.

I'm kind of hungry

New haircut:

But more importantly, today I was leaving the supermarket and much to my delight three 10-year-olds called out, "Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies?"

"YEEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I tried not to look like too much of a maniacal freak. "Why, yes, girls ... What kinds do you have?" I wanted to sit down with them and relate my misery in not having got ANY Girl Scout cookie solicitations the whole season. I wanted to tell them about how I was convinced that the GSC moment had been lost forever and I would NEVER get to savor the beloved Samoas or crisp Thin Mints that haunted my dreams. And how my faith in GSCs was now, against all odds, redeemed by their simple offering.

Time is money and they had a lot of boxes to sell, so I skipped the confessional and bought three boxes. Which hopefully will last 24 hours.

In other news, it's finally warm! 86 today and I'm not looking back. I might ask for the day after my birthday off. I might sign up for classes in the fall and do my job per-diem. Voice lessons are going really well. Neil is working super hard, at work and home. He got free peppercorns at work today.

I dare the sun to shine tomorrow

Ode to Sadness by Pablo Neruda

Sadness, scarab
with seven crippled feet,
spiderweb egg,
scramble-brained rat,
bitch's skeleton:
No entry here.
Don't come in.
Go away.
Go back
south with your umbrella,
go back
north with your serpent's teeth.
A poet lives here.
No sadness may
cross this threshold.
Through these windows
comes the breath of the world,
fresh red roses,
flags embroidered with
the victories of the people.
No.
No entry.
Flap
your bat's wings,
I will trample the feathers
that fall from your mantle,
I will sweep the bits and pieces
of your carcass to
the four corners of the wind,
I will wring your neck,
I will stitch your eyelids shut,
I will sew your shroud,
sadness, and bury your rodent bones
beneath the springtime of an apple tree.

But I am not sad. I really want to read "I Am a Strange Loop". I like my haircut. I swear to God, I am sick of being cold. I HATE IT!!! But I'm in luck, because spring approacheth. There's a new bakery on University from which I got walnut bread and it is good. The bakery and the walnut bread both. Has anyone ever used an exercise ball, those big ones people sit on and stretch out on? I used one for the first time yesterday and I think a large part of the week will be spent in recovery. Wild!

on my mind/nice haircut

mardi gras

Hey what's up.

It's past my bedtime.

imdb changed its layout. Maybe three weeks ago. Maybe yesterday. But it doesn't matter when.*

There is a Nature Valley cereal commercial I frequently see on HGTV where this Matthew McConaghey-esque hiker forages through a forest to find an old woman sitting at a table and offering him cereal. The woman's voice sounds familiar ... like something from 16 Candles ... but I can't place it. Eliza, please go ahead and watch HGTV for a week, then get back to me.

Thanks.

That's all. Neil's a camera stud. I'm whizzing through Unix (inasmuch as one can whiz through an online course that requires you to take online open-book tests whenever you get around to it). Unix is cool. I made a file by typing "touch neil." :)

Any tips on buying a house, please send them our way.

We look forward to spending Q.T. with friends and family this summer. We look forward to being with Molly and Rick on their wedding day! The weather is kind of getting warmer. I just dyed my hair "espresso" but I suspect the difference will be minute. Whatever. I am bored last year of Anna Nicole Smith news.

I got stamps at the grocery store.

This morning in swallow group I had to stop a man from stabbing his pencil with a butterknife.

"I thought it was a carrot."

Bye.

*although I bet Neil knows!

Goodbye, cold snap

Sunday morning, praise the dawning

Neil is reading about Barack Obama and will be able to provide the definitive word on his qualifications for the presidency. Mmm, maybe I should get Living History for his birthday.

In recent news: A Catholic elementary school in Warwick, R.I., banned talking in the cafeteria during lunchtime, subsequent to three choking incidents (or two, if you believe the headline). The logic is that staff can't hear children choking if other people are talking. Telling children not to talk during lunch sounds like a dangerous science experiment.

Also in the news, I have paid for my Unix class, ordered the book, and completed the first assignment of e-mailing the instructor. Whoo-hoo! I'll be sure to post when I receive the book and open it!

Also, a few Chinese men recently were detained for their role in killing women and planning to sell them as ghost brides! That's when a dead bachelor is buried with a recently deceased woman, so she can keep him company.

No comment.

We are going to Phoenix today, to see my miraculously recovered Aunt Sheila (of the Tarpon Springs Plunketts) and spend brief but quality time with the splendid Phoenix Godfreys. The sun is bright, the forecast is 71, and I'm almost ready for my shower. On second thought, I took one yesterday. ... A shower every day is a trifle excessive, don'tcha think?

snow

My sister is hot

Jon too.

I have worked every day since Christmas, not including Christmas. I will work through Friday. I am happy. I came upon a new principle while hiking two weeks ago. Sometimes we work hard and get return (e.g., hiking leads to healthier body). Sometimes we work hard and get nothing (e.g., hiking in 35-degree weather in short shorts is not useful in any respect, especially when at least an hour of it is through very sharp thorns with every step). So when we are working really hard and feel exhausted, or emotionally spent, or psychically weary, or all scratched up, it may be useful to remember the hiking principle and understand that just because we are putting out doesn't mean that we are getting equally replenished.

At night we like to watch the news and together we sometimes watch shows on HG and TLC, like Flip this House. Addictive! We love The Golden Girls. Also the Travel Channel. And House M.D., when it's not a rerun, although Neil now expresses boredom with the show. I think it's jumped the shark several times already. Last week I watched Trial by Choir on TLC. It was cool, like a documentary. I think working through the weekend has changed my perspective somewhat: I am seriously thinking, "Oh cool! Only 4 more days of work till the weekend!" I would like to win a trip to somewhere. If I think of it in the morning I will check the Travel Channel Web site and see if they are having a contest.