Saturday, January 29, 2005
Friday, January 28, 2005
Larry Feathers: Hello?
Larry Feathers: Hey
Me: I just had the best idea I've ever had.
LF: It can't be as good as the idea I had.
Me: OK, What's your idea?
LF: Musical pants.
Me: (laughter) Musical pants.
LF: Yeah, when you stand up, they play your theme song.
LF: Mine would play that heavy metal "Son of a Bitch" song.
It's true. That was better than my idea.
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Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
The nice lady at Sur la Table is going to replace my broken coffee maker. I didn't even have to ask, much less complain or argue or make a scene. I said, "What do I do?" and she said, "We'll replace it." And that was that. It probably didn't hurt that she owned the same coffee maker and is as big a coffee snob as I am.
Some people are still good.
Yesterday was Jan.24, and on the radio, I learned that research has shown Jan.24 to be the most depressing day of the year. If that's true, that's great. It means things can't get any more depressing than they were yesterday. Who is funding research like this, is what I want to know. I think that money and energy and time could be better spent, say, researching ridding the world of mosquitos, or developing long-lasting coffee makers, or making hybrid cars affordable to the common man, and so forth.
I also spent the last week watching the history channel's series called The Presidents. I learned lots of fun facts about the presidents, and have decided that my top 5 favorite presidents are:
- Abraham Lincoln
- Jimmy Carter
- Theodore Roosevelt
- Franklin Roosevelt
- Lyndon Johnson (he makes it into the top 5 for Civil Rights.)
If anyone is looking for some good music, try listening to Madeleine Peyroux.
Monday, January 24, 2005
Sunday, January 23, 2005
On a brighter note, It is only 9 AM and I have already seen several different kinds of birds at the feeders. Desperate times for the birds as well, I suppose, as it's cold out and they've got no mittens or hats or scarves. Yesterday, I am happy to report, the woodpeckers found the peanuts. There were two different kinds enjoying a snack, and that made me happy. I am telling you that you might be surprised how much fun you can have if you put up a couple of bird feeders at your home. It is like a treasure hunt, and every time you see a new kind of bird it's a nice little surprise which can create some lift in your day. Even when all you have is instant coffee.
Saturday, January 22, 2005
Kev is in the kitched making spaghetti and meatballs. You should smell my house right now! Can't wait for dinner time...
Friday, January 21, 2005
Apparently, word of my recently replenished peanut supply has gotten out to the neighborhood starlings, and they have invaded my feeder. These peanuts were intended for the woodpeckers, but I guess starlings gotta eat too. My yard has been very active today. I have seen cardinals, sparrows, starlings, grackles, juncos, bluejays, house finches, two kinds of doves, and several squirrels. It is great to have wildlife in the yard.
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Nobody seems to be having fun with my alphablog, but I'm going to do it anyway, mostly cause there ain't much else to write about lately.
Sunday, January 16, 2005
And that's good enough for me.
What I can't figure out is if I really remember this, or if I just think I remember it because I've heard the story. In my mind, I have created a memory of it. In my memory though, I am about the size of a sparrow, and the cafeteria is like Wembley arena, and whatever is on my plate is green and mushy and cold. I think most of my childhood memories are from stories, pictures, and super-8 movies. There are a few things I REALLY remember, but not that many. But sometimes, I'll smell something that makes me remember something or someone I wouldn't have otherwise thought of in a million years. Neuroscientists think this is because my olfactory (smelling) nerve is in close proximity to my hippocampus (memory center of brain), and they are probably right. My brother can remember all kinds of stuff from when he was really little. I think his memories are real.
Summary: The brain is interesting, and mean people are bad for kids.
Saturday, January 15, 2005
Boats, breakfast, barbeque, band practice, books, bagels, Belle-Ayre the dog, blogging, Borders, Beatles, bellydancing, baseball, babies, bowling, bananas, bananas foster(!), blue, Blues, Bailey's, bats, birds, beavers, bears, bicycles, Boston (the town, NOT the band), blueberries, blackberries, basketball, Bach, Bert from Sesame Street, Bobby Hill, banjos, bongos, beer, bisque (lobster), Beastie Boys, and Billie Holliday.
Note: Audubon Society, Algonquin and Astral Weeks have been added to the "A" list.
Feel free to add to my lists via the "comments" or make your own good alphabet list at home. It's fun! And it helps take your mind off being troubled.
I was going to make a bad list for each letter too, but I thought I'd keep the negativity out of it this time.
Friday, January 14, 2005
Anyway, I watched the birds outside for a while, and I feel better. I just wish everyone else could find some birds or bird-substitutes to make them feel better too.
On with some positivity:
The crocheting is going well. I have made a scarf, and a candle coaster so far. In an attempt to bring crochet into the modern world, I am now working on a case for my cell phone.
I have also learned to play "Moon River" on the accordian. Does anyone know what a "huckleberry friend" is? I think I'd like to have a huckleberry friend.
There has been a lot of bird action in my neighborhood lately. I reckon spring is nigh.
My good friend in California, let's call her Sharon, is blogging now. Check it out at horseheadfairyland.blogspot.com. She sometimes sees famous people at the grocery store, so there are sure to be exciting tales on her blog.
Todays blog is brought to you by the letter "A"
Good things that start with "A":
Albert the dog, Archie the cat, apples, asparagus, artichokes, Alaska, Antarctica, the Ant and the Aardvark cartoons, Adam and the Ants, animals, accordians, Africa, Audubon Society, Algonquin Hotel, Astral Weeks, and the alphabet.
Monday, January 10, 2005
Once upon yesterday, it was January 9, and I'll be damned if it wasn't about 75 degrees outside. So, my husband, "Guillaume" and I dined al fresco (on the front porch). What a lovely afternoon. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. So we sat on the porch having dinner and watching the usual parade of people and their dogs go by. Suddenly, "Guillaume" got up and went inside. A few minutes later, he appeared at the door with a candle for the table, and his accordian for playing Italian dinner music, which he did. "Come Back to Sorrento," specifically. It was very nice and romantic. Then I said to "Guillaume","Can I blog about this?" And he said, "Only if you change my name." And I said, "What do you want your name to be?" And he said, "Pierre." I thought "Pierre" was too generic. The end.
Saturday, January 08, 2005
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Hey, here's a question. Do you think every female goes through a crochet phase? My mom did it for a while. I'm pretty sure most of my friend's moms did it too. My sister-in-law is really good at it. I like it, but i get hand cramps if I'm not careful. I am just learning. Last night I made a lumpy sort of circle. Just for fun.
Here's another question. Do any of you find yourself being extra nice to Middle Eastern people these days, as if to prove something? Or maybe to get them to not hate us? Last night, I made small talk with a nice Indian man at the Chevron-Mart when I was getting coffee. In my head, I think I was thinking I should do my best to make this person feel welcome here. In retrospect, it was probably silly of me to think he DIDN'T feel welcome here. Anyway, I think if it had been a teenager or a haggard old smokey lady, I might have not said anything at all. Is this reverse-racism? Is it white man's guilt? I think probably it would be better to just be nice to everybody.
One more: If you are on a trip to a country that has socialized medicine, and you break your arm, do you have to pay the doctors there?
OK, time to do something productive. Or maybe take a nap.
Monday, January 03, 2005
As predicted, my groove is in grave danger from post-holiday letdown. Yesterday was tree-taking-down day. How I hate tree-taking down day. It makes me cry every year. It seems like Christmas came and went so fast that I didn't get to savor it properly. Now January is here, and I am feeling pretty blue. I have no big event to look forward to or plan for. So, in order to save my groove, I am going to have to be very mindful and pro-active. Here are some things I am going to do to help save my groove:
- Learn to crochet with my new Christmas crochet kit
- Learn to play the accordian and the Turkish Spike Fiddle and maybe the clarinet
- Be more active in the band
- Work on my tree herbarium book I got for Christmas
- Sew some stuff
- Try new recipes from my new cookbooks
- Cut lots of things with my new scissors from my carousel of scissors (24 different edges!)
- Watch a lot of Fat Albert, Looney Tunes, and other DVDs
- Listen to new CDs
- Learn more about birds
- Learn more about gardening
- Try to see my friends more often
- Play board games more often
- Make new soups
So there are probably some other things too, like roller skating and stuff, but that's a start. I got a lot of nice and fun gifts for Christmas, so that should keep me busy for a while.
We went to see the Fat Albert movie on New Years Day. It was cute...good clean fun for the whole family. I think maybe Fat Albert is sort of a squippie.
I want to kick a quick shout out to Kev's cousin, E.F., in case he is reading this. Also to SKSG, who will hopefully be blogging soon. Also, in case you don't know, you can get Fat Albert episodes on DVD now...they are great. Also, I forgot to mention that we saw an otter or possibly a muskrat in New York in addition to the turkeys and deer. I reckon that's all for now.