Friday, May 31, 2002
Monday, June 3rd.
2:15 pm local (Pacific) time.
Send good positive job vibes in the direction of Springfield, Oregon.
That is all.
Thursday, May 30, 2002
I keep seeing these people -- businessmen, usually -- wearing these hands-free phone headsets that, if you look at them from just the right angle, make them look like they are talking to nobody (or talking to themselves in a beggar-in-the-park sort of way). Get a cel phone and be free, free, free! to talk to anyone, any time! Considering that that also means that anyone, any time will be able to talk to me, I don't think I ever want a cel phone. To me, that's not freedom. It's a tether to someone else's whim.
Of course, I'm not hugely fond of talking on the phone, anyway, so that could be biasing me a bit.
Wednesday, May 29, 2002
A couple of things:
Tuesday, May 28, 2002
It was a good weekend, lots of sitting around and sewing on my headdress project. Thank the gods above for the metric assload of teeny tiny coral beads -- eight entire necklace's worth of seed beads for a quarter a necklace. It's looking mighty fine, I must say. I will have to post a picture of my actual piece but this is kinda what I'm going for.
I have plans for so many pretty things. Big events always serve to inspire me... but also depress me since I have so little spare time and even less disposable income. And, oh, by the way, I am seriously lusting after these, which I have a pattern for making but 1.) no free time and 2.) no competency in leatherworking.
That reminds me, I ought to update the event website, seeing as it's over now and everything.
Thursday, May 23, 2002
A joyous welcome to Sun Su.
Wednesday, May 22, 2002
I'm surfacing, ha ha, long enough to wave and say "hi". I'm so very very busy, and so focused on this weekend that I'm not feeling like painting any verbal pictures.
(However, the 24 finale kicked some serious ass. WOW. I couldn't fall asleep for like an hour and a half afterwards.)
Monday, May 20, 2002
I kind of feel like someone's been rattling my head between two ping pong ball paddles. I suspect it has something to do with my habit of staying up way later than I should on Friday and Saturday night -- what can I say? I've inherited my mother's propensity to stay up later into the quiet hours of darkness to relax and/or be productive. It may also have something to do with the see-sawing weather... It's raining! It's sunny! It's raining! It's sunny! ... all in one day. My sinuses don't respond well to sudden pressure changes.
I'm definitely not ready for this upcoming weekend. You'd think after all this time, I'd get on the ball in March or something. There's a part of me that doesn't really care that much -- this upcoming weekend is going to be as much of a vacation as I'm going to get, and you'd better believe I'm going to take advantage of it.
Friday, May 17, 2002
This began as a rant about being flipped off by the fickle finger of fate, but since things have improved considerably in the couple of hours since I wrote it, I will reserve the rant for another day. :)
Thursday, May 16, 2002
Her name is Uchral. She is 10 months old. Her name stems from the Mongolian word uchrakh, "to come upon" or "encounter". I'm told Uchral itself means, "occasion, meeting or fate". Somehow, it seems appropriate.
Trying to keep this perspective thing up. Yep.
Recent days are far too contradictory; all too short and eternally long at the same time. This past week has ridden roughshod over me, and yet, how is it Thursday already? How can it be May 16th already? What happened to the first half of May? ...the first half of 2002?
Depressing.
Tuesday, May 14, 2002
It's extremely unfortunate to discover, too late, that your springform pan is not completely watertight. Egg (quiche) goes everywhere. Leaky eggy springform pan gets put hastily into a stoneware platter and the whole thing gets baked anyway, with another batch of egg filling after the leaked egg is cooked enough to form a seal. The end result is a pretty delicious quiche with a risotto base... but turned cleanup into something of a nightmare.
This would have been much easier with a sink of hothot water, soap, and a scrubbie. However, in keeping with health code, we only have a handwashing sink and therefore can only do dishes in a commercial dishwasher. With a two minute cycle, scrubbing power is greatly sacrificed for speed -- meaning that it just has to be run a million and one times, with occasional scrubs with a bottle brush in between cycles to loosen the baked on stuff, to get difficult stuff off of dishes. And then, of course, tiny bits of egg covered everything in there, until finally I had to drain the water, clean out the inside of the dishwasher, and refill it. Everything's ok now but my goodness, I didn't think I'd ever make that egg go away.
At least it wasn't dried oatmeal, which as everyone knows renders a plate or bowl completely useless and just has to be pitched.
And yes, this is in fact the most exciting blog entry ever written! So there. ;)
Monday, May 13, 2002
On Friday, I became a mother. Sort of.
After hearing of the awful plight of the children on the Mongolian steppes -- two brutally hard winters in a row -- we (the business) decided to sponsor a Mongolian orphan via Holt International. Things may be tough for us right now, but not nearly as tough as it's been there.
(It's all about perspective, I guess.)
Friday, May 10, 2002
A few nights ago I watched the "Coral Seas" episode of Blue Planet on The Discovery Channel. I watched the coral larvae floating weightlessly, looking for a place to touch down, take root and begin growing. I didn't even realize that coral had larvae. I knew they were living creatures but, well, I guess I'm not sure I ever thought about how they reproduced before. To hear the narrator speak of coral structures that were hundreds, even thousands of years old put a chill down my spine. Compared to a hundreds-of-year old coral, our existence here on the surface seems so trivial.
Wednesday, May 08, 2002
I've worn my Artist as Visual Journalist shirt more times than I can count, with the drawing of the incognito figures that he'd begun during my very drawing class during one of several visits to the Anthropology lab. The figures themselves are actually based on a corpse (with head covered out of respect for identity). Yesterday, however, was the first time I ever actually had anyone exclaim "Cober!" at me. Turns out she had seen the same show, when it had travelled to Indiana or Illinois. I'd no idea the show travelled anywhere.
I still miss that man. Pretty cool to know I've been missed. :) It would have been cool to have done a site relaunch with some new design or at least a new background image. I am, unfortunately, way too busy to indulge in personal creativity.
So, about this cloning thing. Where can I sign up for one to do all of my gruntwork?
Tuesday, May 07, 2002
I'm back.
Domain expired and since the billing address was wrong, I never got the notice.
Not that much has happened in the first 7 days of May that's been worth reporting.
Happy birthday, Julie!
Wednesday, May 01, 2002
When I was a kid, I had a few irrational fears. One was a fear of my house catching on fire. I kept a bag of all of my favourite things packed and ready to go in case I ever had to make a nocturnal escape -- that Woody Woodpecker flip mini-comic book was important, dammit. Fear of water -- well, okay, I never did quite lose that one. I can't even watch someone on TV under water who may be in peril of drowning (if they're in scuba gear, that's ok). And quicksand. Why quicksand, I don't know. I grew up in a place that didn't even have anything remotely resembling it. If I did research into my childhood I'd guess that one of those awful horror movies that my babysitter used to watch had some gruesome quicksand death in it.
As an adult I recognize that quicksand is everywhere, and even more dangerous. Figuratively speaking, of course. It's sneaky and quiet and before you know it you can no longer move.
