I am writing this from my brother's house, where I am visiting Albert the Dog because he is sad from people not wanting to be around him. Actually, he doesn't smell that bad. I can still detect a little skunkiness, but not too much. He is a good boy, and I am glad he is almost through this ordeal.
I can't believe the response my previous Albert/Skunk blog received! I'll have to write about Albert's adventures more often.
In other news, Kev and I are going to Houston tomorrow for a going away party for a friend. It will be nice to get away for a couple days and have some fun. I am hoping to go to Goode Company barbeque while we are there.
This morning I sent letters to Senators Hutchison and Cornyn of Texas regarding the Artic Refuge. These were not computer generated letters, but real ones that I composed myself. I will be very interested to see if I get a response, and if so, how quickly. I feel like a good citizen today. So that's something I guess.
Kev and I could use a little good news, so if any of you have some, please tell us about it via the "comments."
Tales of Adventure in Houston coming soon...have a good weekend.
Friday, February 18, 2005
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Late Night Visitor
As most of you know, I am a huge fan of back-yard critters. But after last night, I might have to say that at times these visitors are not such a good thing. Albert the Dog was spending the night at my parents' house, and had to "go" at 4am, so my dad let him out. Albert saw a cat, and chased it under the fence, only it wasn't a cat at all. It was a skunk! And it sprayed Albert all over, which he didn't like. Then Albert ran inside and wiped skunk smell all over my parents' carpet, which they didn't like. So they called my brother to come get his dog, which he did. And now, Albert, my dad, my mom, their house, Jeff's house, and probably Jeff, all smell like skunk. I went over to my parents' house to do some work, but didn't stay because I didn't want the smell to get attached to me. My mom came outside, bending slightly forward, saying "smell my head." I had to get out of there. There is talk of tomato juice baths for all. Pancho would never have caused such trouble. How I miss that possom! Anyway, poor Albert. I feel sorry for him. He has to go get a booster shot now, because the vet said rabies can travel in liquid (skunk spray) as well as in bites. Kev once said we should get a skunk for a pet. I think you can get them de-smelled. But I think maybe a skunk is not the pet for me.
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
FYI
This is from the Union of Concerned Scientists.
Ten Steps to Reduce Your Global Warming Impact
Individual choices can have an impact on global climate change. Reducing your family's heat-trapping emissions does not mean forgoing modern conveniences; it means making smart choices and using energy-efficient products, which may require an additional investment up front, but often pay you back in energy savings within a couple of years.
Since Americans' per capita emissions of heat-trapping gases is 5.6 tons—more than double the amount of western Europeans—we can all make choices that will greatly reduce our families' global warming impact.
The car you drive: the most important personal climate decision.When you buy your next car, look for the one with the best fuel economy in its class. Each gallon of gas you use releases 25 pounds of heat-trapping carbon dioxide (CO2) into the atmosphere. Better gas mileage not only reduces global warming, but will also save you thousands of dollars at the pump over the life of the vehicle. Compare the fuel economy of the cars you're considering and look for new technologies like hybrid engines.
Choose clean power.More than half the electricity in the United States comes from polluting coal-fired power plants. And power plants are the single largest source of heat-trapping gas. None of us can live without electricity, but in some states, you can switch to electricity companies that provide 50 to 100 percent renewable energy. (For more information go to Green-e.org.)
Look for Energy Star.
When it comes time to replace appliances, look for the Energy Star label on new appliances (refrigerators, freezers, furnaces, air conditioners, and water heaters use the most energy). These items may cost a bit more initially, but the energy savings will pay back the extra investment within a couple of years. Household energy savings really can make a difference: If each household in the United States replaced its existing appliances with the most efficient models available, we would save $15 billion in energy costs and eliminate 175 million tons of heat-trapping gases.
Unplug a freezer.One of the quickest ways to reduce your global warming impact is to unplug the extra refrigerator or freezer you rarely use (except when you need it for holidays and parties). This can reduce the typical family's carbon dioxide emissions by nearly 10 percent.
Get a home energy audit.Take advantage of the free home energy audits offered by many utilities. Simple measures, such as installing a programmable thermostat to replace your old dial unit or sealing and insulating heating and cooling ducts, can each reduce a typical family's carbon dioxide emissions by about 5 percent.
Light bulbs matter.If every family in the United States replaced one regular light bulb with an energy-saving model, we could reduce global warming pollution by more than 90 billion pounds, the same as taking 7.5 million cars off the road. So, replace your incandescent bulbs with more efficient compact fluorescents, which now come in all shapes and sizes. You'll be doing your share to cut back on heat-trapping pollution and you'll save money on your electric bills and light bulbs.
Think before you drive.If you own more than one vehicle, use the less fuel-efficient one only when you can fill it with passengers. Driving a full minivan may be kinder to the environment than two midsize cars. Whenever possible, join a carpool or take mass transit.
Buy good wood.When buying wood products, check for labels that indicate the source of the timber. Supporting forests that are managed in a sustainable fashion makes sense for biodiversity, and it may make sense for the climate too. Forests that are well managed are more likely to store carbon effectively because more trees are left standing and carbon-storing soils are less disturbed.
Plant a tree.You can also make a difference in your own backyard. Get a group in your neighborhood together and contact your local arborist or urban forester about planting trees on private property and public land. In addition to storing carbon, trees planted in and around urban areas and residences can provide much-needed shade in the summer, reducing energy bills and fossil fuel use.
Let policymakers know you are concerned about global warming.Our elected officials and business leaders need to hear from concerned citizens. Sign up for the Union of Concerned Scientists Action Network to ensure that policymakers get the timely, accurate information they need to make informed decisions about global warming solutions.
Ten Steps to Reduce Your Global Warming Impact
Individual choices can have an impact on global climate change. Reducing your family's heat-trapping emissions does not mean forgoing modern conveniences; it means making smart choices and using energy-efficient products, which may require an additional investment up front, but often pay you back in energy savings within a couple of years.
Since Americans' per capita emissions of heat-trapping gases is 5.6 tons—more than double the amount of western Europeans—we can all make choices that will greatly reduce our families' global warming impact.
The car you drive: the most important personal climate decision.When you buy your next car, look for the one with the best fuel economy in its class. Each gallon of gas you use releases 25 pounds of heat-trapping carbon dioxide (CO2) into the atmosphere. Better gas mileage not only reduces global warming, but will also save you thousands of dollars at the pump over the life of the vehicle. Compare the fuel economy of the cars you're considering and look for new technologies like hybrid engines.
Choose clean power.More than half the electricity in the United States comes from polluting coal-fired power plants. And power plants are the single largest source of heat-trapping gas. None of us can live without electricity, but in some states, you can switch to electricity companies that provide 50 to 100 percent renewable energy. (For more information go to Green-e.org.)
Look for Energy Star.
When it comes time to replace appliances, look for the Energy Star label on new appliances (refrigerators, freezers, furnaces, air conditioners, and water heaters use the most energy). These items may cost a bit more initially, but the energy savings will pay back the extra investment within a couple of years. Household energy savings really can make a difference: If each household in the United States replaced its existing appliances with the most efficient models available, we would save $15 billion in energy costs and eliminate 175 million tons of heat-trapping gases.
Unplug a freezer.One of the quickest ways to reduce your global warming impact is to unplug the extra refrigerator or freezer you rarely use (except when you need it for holidays and parties). This can reduce the typical family's carbon dioxide emissions by nearly 10 percent.
Get a home energy audit.Take advantage of the free home energy audits offered by many utilities. Simple measures, such as installing a programmable thermostat to replace your old dial unit or sealing and insulating heating and cooling ducts, can each reduce a typical family's carbon dioxide emissions by about 5 percent.
Light bulbs matter.If every family in the United States replaced one regular light bulb with an energy-saving model, we could reduce global warming pollution by more than 90 billion pounds, the same as taking 7.5 million cars off the road. So, replace your incandescent bulbs with more efficient compact fluorescents, which now come in all shapes and sizes. You'll be doing your share to cut back on heat-trapping pollution and you'll save money on your electric bills and light bulbs.
Think before you drive.If you own more than one vehicle, use the less fuel-efficient one only when you can fill it with passengers. Driving a full minivan may be kinder to the environment than two midsize cars. Whenever possible, join a carpool or take mass transit.
Buy good wood.When buying wood products, check for labels that indicate the source of the timber. Supporting forests that are managed in a sustainable fashion makes sense for biodiversity, and it may make sense for the climate too. Forests that are well managed are more likely to store carbon effectively because more trees are left standing and carbon-storing soils are less disturbed.
Plant a tree.You can also make a difference in your own backyard. Get a group in your neighborhood together and contact your local arborist or urban forester about planting trees on private property and public land. In addition to storing carbon, trees planted in and around urban areas and residences can provide much-needed shade in the summer, reducing energy bills and fossil fuel use.
Let policymakers know you are concerned about global warming.Our elected officials and business leaders need to hear from concerned citizens. Sign up for the Union of Concerned Scientists Action Network to ensure that policymakers get the timely, accurate information they need to make informed decisions about global warming solutions.
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Something Positive
Here is something good to do that is free and helpful.
http://www.sierraclub.org/petition/globalwarming/
http://www.sierraclub.org/petition/globalwarming/
Oh, Who are the Sickos in your Neighborhood
Gross. I just found out I was wrong about the FBI drug raid in the big ugly new house a few doors down. The Dallas Morning News has informed me that instead, the house was being searched by the FBI because its owner, popular dentist Dr. Calvin (aka "the singing dentist") has been arrested in San Diego with some of his sicko friends for being part of a group of people who support - and in fact participate in - what they like to call "man/boy love." I will not go into detail since I like to keep it clean here on the LRHS. This is a dentist I almost chose, as his office is near my house. This guy has two kids, and I assume a now very embarrassed and despairing wife. You never know about your neighbors I guess. I believe that a link to the full story is in the comments section of my previous blog. Shout out to John for that. Anyway gross gross gross. Gross. I feel sick. I wish it had been drugs.
I am having a lot of trouble with hotmail at the moment, so forgive me if I have been unable to reply to your emails. I don't know what the problem is, but I hope it is sorted out soon.
This cold I have is an absolute beating. I have to stop down every five minutes to go blow my nose or sneeze. In fact, just as I was typing the word "sneeze" I sneezed. I took some Dayquil, but it hasn't done any good at all. I have to go to work later, which really sucks. I hate dealing with the public when I am all stopped up. What good is a speech therapist who can't say one's "m's" and "n's" due to severe congestion. Anyway, since I am not contagious, I can't really call in sick or anything. I'll just have to suck it up and do the best I can.
And appropriately enough for this depressing day, Joy Division has just come on my sirius station.
Blah. Positivity later.
I am having a lot of trouble with hotmail at the moment, so forgive me if I have been unable to reply to your emails. I don't know what the problem is, but I hope it is sorted out soon.
This cold I have is an absolute beating. I have to stop down every five minutes to go blow my nose or sneeze. In fact, just as I was typing the word "sneeze" I sneezed. I took some Dayquil, but it hasn't done any good at all. I have to go to work later, which really sucks. I hate dealing with the public when I am all stopped up. What good is a speech therapist who can't say one's "m's" and "n's" due to severe congestion. Anyway, since I am not contagious, I can't really call in sick or anything. I'll just have to suck it up and do the best I can.
And appropriately enough for this depressing day, Joy Division has just come on my sirius station.
Blah. Positivity later.
Monday, February 14, 2005
Killing Time Between Kids
Let's face it. I'm sick. The tickle has won. I did my best since November, but no amount of saltwater, juice, and positive thinking can overcome daily encounters with snotty children, and sick husbands, and Lord only knows what's on the hundreds of doorknobs I've touched. I'm good about washing my hands a lot, but looks like it just wasn't enough. Well, I guess I haven't been sick since the awful Christmas Party Day flu of 2003, so I won't complain too much. Could be worse I guess.
Here is some gossip: Yesterday as I was eavesdropping on the loud conversation between a couple of across-the-street neighbors, I learned that one of them is the goalie for the Dallas Burn (or whatever they are called now), and that some of the people who live in one of the ugly giant brick Plano (west) houses on our street were drug-raided by the FBI the other night. I was probably asleep. I miss all the action.
A quick word about the band. I hope that everyone out there realizes that we are having a band just for fun, and that we don't think we should be big rock stars, nor do we have aspirations to be. It's hard to tell how things come across in a blog. Anyway, the whole reason Kev put the songs on Nowhere Radio was so he could get some feedback from some home-recording guys about how to do better mixing and so forth. With that said, I am still pretty stoked to be able to say our songs are on a chart somewhere. The Chipmunk song has moved up to number 1! Also, we have a reggae song in the works, but we really are gonna need someone to sing it. Any volunteers? There are no lyrics yet, but I promise it won't be about a possum or other critter. It might be about food though. Or you could submit your own ideas. We really want more people to participate.
On to nature. I am really really concerned that no one is listening to the global warming scientists. This is not just about the polar bears. We could all be in serious trouble, or at least our grandkids could. I received some info in the mail from the International Arctic Research Center, which spells out everything in easy to understand language. I think I am going to send my copy to President Bush, and order another one for myself. Maybe I should send mine to Laura Bush. He listens to her. Mostly, I encourage those of you who have never really considered environmental issues to be important, to read a little about them with an open mind.
Well, I think my next kid has arrived. Good news is, I can stop being paranoid about the snotty kids. They already got me.
Here is some gossip: Yesterday as I was eavesdropping on the loud conversation between a couple of across-the-street neighbors, I learned that one of them is the goalie for the Dallas Burn (or whatever they are called now), and that some of the people who live in one of the ugly giant brick Plano (west) houses on our street were drug-raided by the FBI the other night. I was probably asleep. I miss all the action.
A quick word about the band. I hope that everyone out there realizes that we are having a band just for fun, and that we don't think we should be big rock stars, nor do we have aspirations to be. It's hard to tell how things come across in a blog. Anyway, the whole reason Kev put the songs on Nowhere Radio was so he could get some feedback from some home-recording guys about how to do better mixing and so forth. With that said, I am still pretty stoked to be able to say our songs are on a chart somewhere. The Chipmunk song has moved up to number 1! Also, we have a reggae song in the works, but we really are gonna need someone to sing it. Any volunteers? There are no lyrics yet, but I promise it won't be about a possum or other critter. It might be about food though. Or you could submit your own ideas. We really want more people to participate.
On to nature. I am really really concerned that no one is listening to the global warming scientists. This is not just about the polar bears. We could all be in serious trouble, or at least our grandkids could. I received some info in the mail from the International Arctic Research Center, which spells out everything in easy to understand language. I think I am going to send my copy to President Bush, and order another one for myself. Maybe I should send mine to Laura Bush. He listens to her. Mostly, I encourage those of you who have never really considered environmental issues to be important, to read a little about them with an open mind.
Well, I think my next kid has arrived. Good news is, I can stop being paranoid about the snotty kids. They already got me.
Monday Monday
First of all, Happy Birthday to my friend and fellow blogger over at Pills Thrills and Bellyaches! I hope he has a good year this year so he can blog all about it.
Did you guys watch the Grammy's? Oh man, it was horrible. Well, at least the parts I saw. I was flipping to it during commercials of the Alaska show I was watching, and kept seeing bad performances by people with lots of bling and very little talent. The J-Lo / Marc Anthony thing was unbearable. I was pleased to learn thanks to the graphic at the bottom of my screen that the great Charlie Haden won a Grammy for best Latin Jazz album. He has no bling, but tons of talent. That's why he didn't get to be on the broadcast I guess. I missed the Tsunami relief song. Did they show it, or was it only for computer viewing? I remember when I used to like the Grammy's.
Good news...PPHPHB has enterred the nowhere radio jazz chart at number 8 with Sock Monkey Man. PPHPHB has no bling at all, and the talent is questionable at times, but I still appreciate the support we get in spite of that. I suppose it's possible that some of the play we are getting is because some guy listens to a song, and then calls out, "Hey Marge! You gotta come get a load o' this sock monkey nonsense!" and plays it again. But I'd like to think that maybe some people out there find house band songs refreshingly un-slick and characterful.
I am still not feeling great, but I have to go to work today. Probably by the time the weekend rolls around again, the weather will have turned back to crap. I really want to ride my bike. It is so nice out.
No more alphabet, so I'm gonna have to come up with something new for days when there's nothing to blog about. Suggestions are welcome, but not expected, as always.
Did you guys watch the Grammy's? Oh man, it was horrible. Well, at least the parts I saw. I was flipping to it during commercials of the Alaska show I was watching, and kept seeing bad performances by people with lots of bling and very little talent. The J-Lo / Marc Anthony thing was unbearable. I was pleased to learn thanks to the graphic at the bottom of my screen that the great Charlie Haden won a Grammy for best Latin Jazz album. He has no bling, but tons of talent. That's why he didn't get to be on the broadcast I guess. I missed the Tsunami relief song. Did they show it, or was it only for computer viewing? I remember when I used to like the Grammy's.
Good news...PPHPHB has enterred the nowhere radio jazz chart at number 8 with Sock Monkey Man. PPHPHB has no bling at all, and the talent is questionable at times, but I still appreciate the support we get in spite of that. I suppose it's possible that some of the play we are getting is because some guy listens to a song, and then calls out, "Hey Marge! You gotta come get a load o' this sock monkey nonsense!" and plays it again. But I'd like to think that maybe some people out there find house band songs refreshingly un-slick and characterful.
I am still not feeling great, but I have to go to work today. Probably by the time the weekend rolls around again, the weather will have turned back to crap. I really want to ride my bike. It is so nice out.
No more alphabet, so I'm gonna have to come up with something new for days when there's nothing to blog about. Suggestions are welcome, but not expected, as always.
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Sunday Morning Blog
After a couple days of being very under the weather (but not sick!), I am back up and around and blogging. The sun is out, and I can see some nice birds outside, and some potential new neighbors looking at the duplex across the street. They look pretty nice I think. Kev took good care of me while I was feeling bad, so a shout out to him for that. He is now entertaining me with some nice guitar music while I blog. Hmm...now there are some different people looking at the duplex. They look nice too. I bet the rent is really high over there. We thought about maybe getting a place to rent out, but I don't think being landlords is the job for us. People usually don't like landlords. I want to be something people like. Like a park ranger or concierge. Hey! I wonder how much the ice cream man gets paid? Everyone likes the ice cream man.
I am excited to report that the PPHPHB is Number 3 on the nowhere radio Latin Charts for Otra Parte, and is Number 2 on the Children's chart for The Chipmunk Song. So thanks to you guys for boosting our ratings.
I am very very sad to report that I killed another bird. An injured pigeon was crossing northwest highway. I slowed down, but it was too late. Ugh. Why do things like this keep happening to me? I love birds. Even pigeons. I wonder if the PETA people somehow set up this "Accident" to make me feel bad because of the whole nickel episode. Anyway, I am very sorry Mr. Pigeon.
Napoleon Dynamite and Garden State are both good movies that we have pay-per-viewed recently.
Kev has the accordian now! I am in for a real treat!
Check out Larry Feathers for some interesting fun facts about flounder.
I am excited to report that the PPHPHB is Number 3 on the nowhere radio Latin Charts for Otra Parte, and is Number 2 on the Children's chart for The Chipmunk Song. So thanks to you guys for boosting our ratings.
I am very very sad to report that I killed another bird. An injured pigeon was crossing northwest highway. I slowed down, but it was too late. Ugh. Why do things like this keep happening to me? I love birds. Even pigeons. I wonder if the PETA people somehow set up this "Accident" to make me feel bad because of the whole nickel episode. Anyway, I am very sorry Mr. Pigeon.
Napoleon Dynamite and Garden State are both good movies that we have pay-per-viewed recently.
Kev has the accordian now! I am in for a real treat!
Check out Larry Feathers for some interesting fun facts about flounder.
Examine Your Zipper
X
Xerescaping.
Y
Yoga, yogurt, yellow-bellied sapsucker, and yurt.
Z
Zoology, zebra, and zither.
And that concludes the Alphablog.
Xerescaping.
Y
Yoga, yogurt, yellow-bellied sapsucker, and yurt.
Z
Zoology, zebra, and zither.
And that concludes the Alphablog.
Friday, February 11, 2005
Reason to Celebrate
As I sit here in my house pants with my chai tea and look out the window at some birds, I am pretty sure that my friend Damon is on his way home from his service in Iraq. He was due to head home today after a long and scary caravan to Baghdad. I think he has to spend a little de-briefing time in Oklahoma, and then he'll be back in Dallas where he belongs.
I am still fighting the sick. I feel I am operating at about 70%. But, I am not officially sick. No time for sick.
I am craving warm fruit cobbler something fierce.
READER POLL (please participate): If someone said to you, "I haven't left the house for several days," what is the first number that would come to your mind as the number of days "several" implies? Thanks!
I am still fighting the sick. I feel I am operating at about 70%. But, I am not officially sick. No time for sick.
I am craving warm fruit cobbler something fierce.
READER POLL (please participate): If someone said to you, "I haven't left the house for several days," what is the first number that would come to your mind as the number of days "several" implies? Thanks!
How You Can Help Support House Bands!
If any of you guys are bored at work or home, here is something fun to do. Go to:
www.nowhereradio.com
It is a website for amateur or independent musicians and housebands and if you go there you can listen to people's songs. Some of them are pretty good. If you want, you can even listen to the Palo Pinto House Pants House Band, by plugging "pphphb" in the search and then going to discography, and if lots of people listen to our songs, they might end up on the charts at nowhere radio! That would be cool. So if everyone at your work seems in need of some cheering up, you could put on a little "Otra Parte" and get some dancin' going on, or if you feel nostalgic and want to kick it old skool, play "Sock Monkey Man" for some good fun. Or check out other's people's stuff, because you might find something you like.
Your choices for playing songs are lo-fi, hi-fi, and download. Lo-fi doesn't sound great, but if you play it hi-fi, the songs are real skippy. Of course you can always download them too, and that would maybe be best. Have fun and thanks for supporting housebands!
www.nowhereradio.com
It is a website for amateur or independent musicians and housebands and if you go there you can listen to people's songs. Some of them are pretty good. If you want, you can even listen to the Palo Pinto House Pants House Band, by plugging "pphphb" in the search and then going to discography, and if lots of people listen to our songs, they might end up on the charts at nowhere radio! That would be cool. So if everyone at your work seems in need of some cheering up, you could put on a little "Otra Parte" and get some dancin' going on, or if you feel nostalgic and want to kick it old skool, play "Sock Monkey Man" for some good fun. Or check out other's people's stuff, because you might find something you like.
Your choices for playing songs are lo-fi, hi-fi, and download. Lo-fi doesn't sound great, but if you play it hi-fi, the songs are real skippy. Of course you can always download them too, and that would maybe be best. Have fun and thanks for supporting housebands!
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Taking Action and Random Stuff for Thursday
This morning, I filled in some of the more rational questions on the survey from the Democrats, and added in the "comments" section that I was troubled by the tone of the survey and mission statement. I mailed it in with no financial contribution. Do you think it will be read and counted? Or do you think they throw away the ones with no money?
Then I sent a small contribution to Alaskan wildlife via Robert Redford and his nice organization.
I kept the PETA nickel, and plan to put it in the next SPCA collection box I see.
Diane Rehm had on some people from the Westminster dog show today. They kept calling it a sport.
I am troubled by North Korea. Kev says I should stop reading the news every day. I think he is beaten down by my troubledness (troubledism? troubledocity?) and my desire to watch a little network TV now and then.
Valentine's day is silly. But it's a good excuse to go to a nice restaurant.
The brown-headed cow birds have taken over my yard. I am going to change the kind of seed in my feeders.
I have a throat tickle again, but this one isn't like the others. The others were annoying, but this one is downright painful. Still, I think it is more of an allergy feeling than a "I'm getting the flu" feeling. I hope so. Anyway, the fight against sick continues.
My parents keep their house at a ridiculously low temperature. That is where I am now, and I am freezing. At least I get to hang out with Albert over here. He is good and smart and much more sporty than the dog show dogs.
Then I sent a small contribution to Alaskan wildlife via Robert Redford and his nice organization.
I kept the PETA nickel, and plan to put it in the next SPCA collection box I see.
Diane Rehm had on some people from the Westminster dog show today. They kept calling it a sport.
I am troubled by North Korea. Kev says I should stop reading the news every day. I think he is beaten down by my troubledness (troubledism? troubledocity?) and my desire to watch a little network TV now and then.
Valentine's day is silly. But it's a good excuse to go to a nice restaurant.
The brown-headed cow birds have taken over my yard. I am going to change the kind of seed in my feeders.
I have a throat tickle again, but this one isn't like the others. The others were annoying, but this one is downright painful. Still, I think it is more of an allergy feeling than a "I'm getting the flu" feeling. I hope so. Anyway, the fight against sick continues.
My parents keep their house at a ridiculously low temperature. That is where I am now, and I am freezing. At least I get to hang out with Albert over here. He is good and smart and much more sporty than the dog show dogs.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Be Careful Who You Help
As many of you know, I am a proud member of KERA, the Sierra Club, Audubon Dallas, and the National Parks. Unfortunately, I have now been pegged as someone who cares about stuff, and my name and address have been sold to people who target people who care about stuff in order to solicit money to help them with stuff they care about. It's not unusual for me to get two or three mailings a week from the tree people, or the ocean people, or the sick children people, etc. Today, when I arrived home and looked at my mail, I found I had received solicitations from PETA, Robert Redford, and the Democratic National Headquarters. They all want my signature, opinions, and most of all my money.
PETA sent me a nickel, which is supposed to somehow remind me of animal cruelty. I am now either supposed to keep the nickel and be reminded, or return the nickel with my hot animal cruelty opinions and some more money. This is a ridiculous tactic which I think is supposed to make me feel guilty. I love animals, but I think the PETA people are a little over the top. I am keeping the nickel, and I am throwing away the free address labels, as I don't think I want to be associated with this organization. I hope they don't try to teach me a lesson by putting a dead cat on my lawn or something. I wonder how many dollars worth of nickels they spent in this campaign.
How the Democrats got my name, I have no idea. I am not a Democrat, nor am I a Republican. But somehow, the Dems think I am on board and so they sent me a survey about my thoughts on the State of the Union. First, they stated their mission:
" ...We must hold the line against the radical, mean-spirited agenda of George W. Bush and forcefully assert positive policies to improve the lives of all Americans..."
Then, the survey questions are so ridiculous and one-sided. Example: How important is the support of people like you to the efforts of Democrats in Congress to block Bush's radical agenda? Do you support the Republican-led Congress giving President Bush the authority to increase America's debt levels and run us further into the red? Do you believe President Bush should be stopped from taking over the world with his evil plans?
OK, so I made up that last one, but that was the feeling I got from the survey. Then they asked for money. It made me mad. Now, I disagree with the current administration on SEVERAL issues, but I don't think it is a good sign for possible compromises in congress when the opposing party is calling the president mean-spirited in official printed materials. I hate politics. The right is too far right, and the left is too far left. So the creepy Nancy Pelosi's attempt to get my money is failed too.
That leaves Robert Redford, spokesperson for the Natural Resources Defence Council. Mr. Redford has asked me to please help the Polar Bears, and Caribou, and various birds and so forth by signing a petition and sending money to assist in the effort to stop a policy that would allow oil drilling on Alaska's north coast. I have been reading up on this issue, and it is very important to me. So I have decided to send in a few dollars plus PETA's freaky nickel in an effort to help. The thing is, I have been looking for a way to help this cause anyway. So they were getting my help with or without the mailing.
I don't really know what my point is. I mean, I like getting mail. And I like helping stuff I care about. But I don't like the gigantic guilt-trips and the fact that my name has made it around the bleeding heart circuit and now everybody wants a piece. Ugh. I am more and more disappointed in humans every day.
PETA sent me a nickel, which is supposed to somehow remind me of animal cruelty. I am now either supposed to keep the nickel and be reminded, or return the nickel with my hot animal cruelty opinions and some more money. This is a ridiculous tactic which I think is supposed to make me feel guilty. I love animals, but I think the PETA people are a little over the top. I am keeping the nickel, and I am throwing away the free address labels, as I don't think I want to be associated with this organization. I hope they don't try to teach me a lesson by putting a dead cat on my lawn or something. I wonder how many dollars worth of nickels they spent in this campaign.
How the Democrats got my name, I have no idea. I am not a Democrat, nor am I a Republican. But somehow, the Dems think I am on board and so they sent me a survey about my thoughts on the State of the Union. First, they stated their mission:
" ...We must hold the line against the radical, mean-spirited agenda of George W. Bush and forcefully assert positive policies to improve the lives of all Americans..."
Then, the survey questions are so ridiculous and one-sided. Example: How important is the support of people like you to the efforts of Democrats in Congress to block Bush's radical agenda? Do you support the Republican-led Congress giving President Bush the authority to increase America's debt levels and run us further into the red? Do you believe President Bush should be stopped from taking over the world with his evil plans?
OK, so I made up that last one, but that was the feeling I got from the survey. Then they asked for money. It made me mad. Now, I disagree with the current administration on SEVERAL issues, but I don't think it is a good sign for possible compromises in congress when the opposing party is calling the president mean-spirited in official printed materials. I hate politics. The right is too far right, and the left is too far left. So the creepy Nancy Pelosi's attempt to get my money is failed too.
That leaves Robert Redford, spokesperson for the Natural Resources Defence Council. Mr. Redford has asked me to please help the Polar Bears, and Caribou, and various birds and so forth by signing a petition and sending money to assist in the effort to stop a policy that would allow oil drilling on Alaska's north coast. I have been reading up on this issue, and it is very important to me. So I have decided to send in a few dollars plus PETA's freaky nickel in an effort to help. The thing is, I have been looking for a way to help this cause anyway. So they were getting my help with or without the mailing.
I don't really know what my point is. I mean, I like getting mail. And I like helping stuff I care about. But I don't like the gigantic guilt-trips and the fact that my name has made it around the bleeding heart circuit and now everybody wants a piece. Ugh. I am more and more disappointed in humans every day.
LRHS News for Wednesday
First of all, a belated Happy Mardi Gras to everyone. We celebrated by Kev making Gumbo, which was awesome. This is one of his specialities, but he has never made it for me, because of my selective palate. I was mostly concerned about the presence of green bell peppers, but Kev assured me that they would mellow out in the cooking process and take on the flavors of the herbs and spices and other ingredients. I was suspicious, but dang-it if he wasn't right! It was a fabulous meal, and the best news is that we get to have more tomorrow night, and there was enough to freeze for sometime in the future. I like gumbo!
Today when I was reading about some monkeys in Bolivia on CNN.com, I found out that for $689, I can become a certified wildlife conservationist by taking a course at home! Plus they throw in your very own Swiss Army Knife and Compass! I might just do it. This could be the career change I have been looking for.
Wouldn't you know it though, things are picking up at work. I just started a new client, and have three more new possible clients in the works. How will I have time to become an assistant park ranger or wilderness guide?
I made a list and discovered that without leaving my property, I have seen 20 different kinds of birds in 2005. I will spare you the list, but I reckon that's a pretty good cound just for yard birds.
Another possibility I have considered is becoming a consierge. Kev just laughs at me, but I think it would be fun to stand at a podium and recommend to people good restaurants and fun things to do.
Have you guys heard about this Limewire thing where you pay a small fee like $28 for a lifetime subsription and then you can download all kinds of free music forever and it's legal?
Well, time to go to work now. Enjoy the Wednesday.
Today when I was reading about some monkeys in Bolivia on CNN.com, I found out that for $689, I can become a certified wildlife conservationist by taking a course at home! Plus they throw in your very own Swiss Army Knife and Compass! I might just do it. This could be the career change I have been looking for.
Wouldn't you know it though, things are picking up at work. I just started a new client, and have three more new possible clients in the works. How will I have time to become an assistant park ranger or wilderness guide?
I made a list and discovered that without leaving my property, I have seen 20 different kinds of birds in 2005. I will spare you the list, but I reckon that's a pretty good cound just for yard birds.
Another possibility I have considered is becoming a consierge. Kev just laughs at me, but I think it would be fun to stand at a podium and recommend to people good restaurants and fun things to do.
Have you guys heard about this Limewire thing where you pay a small fee like $28 for a lifetime subsription and then you can download all kinds of free music forever and it's legal?
Well, time to go to work now. Enjoy the Wednesday.
New Good Blog Alert
If you are interested in biscuits and gravy and Garland, and even if you aren't, then have I got a blog for you! I know, I know, after the whole horseheadfairyland thing, you all think I am crying wolf, and that you'll go to this new blog, get sucked in, and be disappointed that nothing new ever appears. I don't think this will be the case this time (and by the way, horseheadfairyland has assured me there will be new material in the near future). Anyway, please check out "Screaming from the Pulpit," at
www.nomelonnolemon.blogspot.com
for some good stuff. This blog is written by someone we'll call "Robby Two-Takes," who can tell a story like nobody's business. His blogs are sure to create lift in your day. Maybe if we are lucky, he'll tell the story of the toothpick lady from his old job! He's got a million of 'em! So check it out.
By the way, here is a fun fact: no melon no lemon is a palindrome!
www.nomelonnolemon.blogspot.com
for some good stuff. This blog is written by someone we'll call "Robby Two-Takes," who can tell a story like nobody's business. His blogs are sure to create lift in your day. Maybe if we are lucky, he'll tell the story of the toothpick lady from his old job! He's got a million of 'em! So check it out.
By the way, here is a fun fact: no melon no lemon is a palindrome!
Double Letter Score
Missed writing yesterday, so am doing two letters today to make up.
U
Ukulele
V
Village, vacation, Volkswagon Passat station wagon, violin, Voo-doo Barbeque of New Orleans.
U
Ukulele
V
Village, vacation, Volkswagon Passat station wagon, violin, Voo-doo Barbeque of New Orleans.
Monday, February 07, 2005
Time for T!
Trees, tea, tin-whistle, Thanksgiving, teacher, tumbleweed, thyme, tapas, tikka masala, Texas, Thunderducks, Thurber (goldfish), and Thurber (James).
Sunday, February 06, 2005
The Letter S
Samurai Jack, soup, State Fair of Texas, strawberry, science, spaetzel, snow, spring, Saturday, Sunday, sock monkey, sleep, serenity, sea, Sierra Club, SPCA, squippies, Simpsons, Seinfeld, sparklers, "Summertime," sea lion, and spinach salad.
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Bird of the Day
The Yellow-Bellied Sapsucker!
There was one in my neighbor's back yard tree today. Very exciting! I was so excited that I went to the front porch to tell Kev, and I jumped up and down saying "Yellow Bellied Sapsucker! Yellow Bellied Sapsucker!" and so he made fun of me and said I was like Steve Martin in Dirty Rotten Scoundrels saying, "OklahomaOklahomaOklahoma..." and that's OK with me because I wasn't expecting a new bird today so it made me happy, and anyway I think secretly Kev thought it was cool too.
There was one in my neighbor's back yard tree today. Very exciting! I was so excited that I went to the front porch to tell Kev, and I jumped up and down saying "Yellow Bellied Sapsucker! Yellow Bellied Sapsucker!" and so he made fun of me and said I was like Steve Martin in Dirty Rotten Scoundrels saying, "OklahomaOklahomaOklahoma..." and that's OK with me because I wasn't expecting a new bird today so it made me happy, and anyway I think secretly Kev thought it was cool too.
AAAHHRRRRR
Robert the dog, Roscoe the dog, rain, ravioli, recording, raven, rosemary, raspberry, rollerskates, risotto, roasted garlic, Ralph Stanley Monkey, REM (old skool), Run DMC, rocket science, robin, Rocky Mountains, Rocky Mountain National Park, and redbud.
Friday, February 04, 2005
Fighting the War on Tara
Many people I know are sick, or have been recently, and I have been exposed to many a germ, and fought many battles these past two months against tell-tale throat tickles and feelings of general malaise. I am, however, happy to report that I am winning the war aginst this Axis of Ev-ill by using my arsenal of salt-water, fruit, and positive thinking. I refuse to get sick. I don't like being sick. I don't have time to be sick.
In other news, yesterday we went to the lake for a walk, and saw a black swan, several black-crowned night herons, cormorants as usual, mallards, coots, gulls, gadwalls and ruddy ducks, and two very entertaining pelicans, who bathed by splashing around wildly and then stood on a log in a Karate Kid pose to dry.
Tonight Kev's soccer team is playing in the championship game for his league, so a shout out to them for good luck. Kev will be playing with a possible hairline fracture in his foot, as well as some type of cold, so I put him right up there with Dirk Nowitski in the tough category.
Elvis Costello is coming to town, which is always cause for celebration.
I was reading a blog dedicated to the London Underground, or "Tube," (the subway), and there was a funny story about one tube station that was having trouble with gangs hanging out, so they decided to pipe in some classical music. This was apparently confusing and unpleasant to the gang members, so they left. Problem solved.
I was thinking that I might like to have a career do-over, so that I could be like a chick I saw on TV who gets paid to go on fabulous adventures for the PBS series, "Globetrekker." She got to go to the Galapagos Islands last week, which would be my ultimate vacation destination, but you have to be rich to go there (unless you are the chick on the TV show or her cameraman). She did have to drink some kind of mixture of juice from the yucca plant mixed with human spittle, so as not to displease the Ecuadoran tribesmen, but I reckon that's not a huge price to pay for getting paid to go to the Galapagos Islands. I also want to go to Cuba, but so far I can't figure out a way to do it legally. Actually, it is fine and dandy for American Citizens to go to Cuba, but we just aren't allowed to spend money there. Hey, maybe I could become like the new (and ever-so-slightly less annoying) Rick Steves, only my medium would be a Travel Guide Blog! And then I could get permission to go to Cuba for "work." Hmm...
Well, I hope everyone has a nice fun Superbowl weekend. I am for the Jets, and since they aren't playing, it isn't likely that they'll win. But one can always hope.
In other news, yesterday we went to the lake for a walk, and saw a black swan, several black-crowned night herons, cormorants as usual, mallards, coots, gulls, gadwalls and ruddy ducks, and two very entertaining pelicans, who bathed by splashing around wildly and then stood on a log in a Karate Kid pose to dry.
Tonight Kev's soccer team is playing in the championship game for his league, so a shout out to them for good luck. Kev will be playing with a possible hairline fracture in his foot, as well as some type of cold, so I put him right up there with Dirk Nowitski in the tough category.
Elvis Costello is coming to town, which is always cause for celebration.
I was reading a blog dedicated to the London Underground, or "Tube," (the subway), and there was a funny story about one tube station that was having trouble with gangs hanging out, so they decided to pipe in some classical music. This was apparently confusing and unpleasant to the gang members, so they left. Problem solved.
I was thinking that I might like to have a career do-over, so that I could be like a chick I saw on TV who gets paid to go on fabulous adventures for the PBS series, "Globetrekker." She got to go to the Galapagos Islands last week, which would be my ultimate vacation destination, but you have to be rich to go there (unless you are the chick on the TV show or her cameraman). She did have to drink some kind of mixture of juice from the yucca plant mixed with human spittle, so as not to displease the Ecuadoran tribesmen, but I reckon that's not a huge price to pay for getting paid to go to the Galapagos Islands. I also want to go to Cuba, but so far I can't figure out a way to do it legally. Actually, it is fine and dandy for American Citizens to go to Cuba, but we just aren't allowed to spend money there. Hey, maybe I could become like the new (and ever-so-slightly less annoying) Rick Steves, only my medium would be a Travel Guide Blog! And then I could get permission to go to Cuba for "work." Hmm...
Well, I hope everyone has a nice fun Superbowl weekend. I am for the Jets, and since they aren't playing, it isn't likely that they'll win. But one can always hope.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Could it be?
Is that the sun I see out my window this morning? It's been so long!
My day was off to a bad start, as the pilot went out during the night again, and it was freezing in my house. I hate lighting the pilot. I know one of these days there will be an explosion. But I'll take that risk, because I gotta have my indoor heating. I was thinking about the pioneers, and how fun it would have been to travel through the wilderness before it was covered with strip-malls. And then I was thinking about extreme temperatures and lack of bathrooms and killing one's own dinner and I just don't think it's my thing. I'm not very tough like those pioneer women. Anyway, I am happy that the sun is out and that my house is warmer now and maybe it won't be such a bad day. Maybe I'll even go make pancakes!
Hey, does anyone know what is going to happen to Cuba when Castro passes away? I was just wondering, because I'd really like to go there. The PPHPHB is working on a Cuban song, but it's too early to tell if it's CD-worthy. If any of you have some timbales and would like to be a special guest, let us know!
Also, does anyone know how I can get a meeting with the President? I need to talk to him about some stuff.
My day was off to a bad start, as the pilot went out during the night again, and it was freezing in my house. I hate lighting the pilot. I know one of these days there will be an explosion. But I'll take that risk, because I gotta have my indoor heating. I was thinking about the pioneers, and how fun it would have been to travel through the wilderness before it was covered with strip-malls. And then I was thinking about extreme temperatures and lack of bathrooms and killing one's own dinner and I just don't think it's my thing. I'm not very tough like those pioneer women. Anyway, I am happy that the sun is out and that my house is warmer now and maybe it won't be such a bad day. Maybe I'll even go make pancakes!
Hey, does anyone know what is going to happen to Cuba when Castro passes away? I was just wondering, because I'd really like to go there. The PPHPHB is working on a Cuban song, but it's too early to tell if it's CD-worthy. If any of you have some timbales and would like to be a special guest, let us know!
Also, does anyone know how I can get a meeting with the President? I need to talk to him about some stuff.
P is for...
Pie, pi, pancakes, pizza, Pancho, porch, puppet, pirate, piano, PPHPHB, polar bear, puffin, pesto, penguin, PUPPY!, popcorn, parasailing, peace, and Prince.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
O
O is for octopus, orange (color), orange (food), orangutan, October, Oklahoma, opossum, Old 97's, owl, ocean, olive oil, Ouchitas, Oktoberfest, Olympics, Oscar the Grouch, origami, oreo, and Office Space.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
I Killed a Bird
There is a dead male purple grackle in my back yard, and I can't help but feel it is all my fault. I am the one who put all the food in the feeders, attracting birds to my Yard of Peril. I tried to shoo away the cat, but I failed, and the grackle, who was just minding his own business trying to enjoy a snack, became the cat's little toy. It would somehow be different if the cat actually ate the bird...needed it to survive. But this cat has a home and people who feed it, so there was no natural reason for the bird to have to die. Cats will be cats, I guess, but it still makes me sad.
At the moment, there are several birds outside at the front-yard feeders, including two red-wing blackbirds...the first I have seen in the neighborhood this year. Red wing blackbirds are very pretty and have a nice sound. I hope the cat stays home today.
It sure is gloomy, but the gloom will be worth it if it snows as predicted. It is also nice to have an opportunity to wear my new light-blue rain parka that Kev got me for Christmas. I can't remember the last time I needed my sunglasses, though. I don't know how people can stand it in places like Seattle, where it's like this most of the time.
I was going to go on a long rant about cell phones, but I'll save it for another time. I need coffee.
At the moment, there are several birds outside at the front-yard feeders, including two red-wing blackbirds...the first I have seen in the neighborhood this year. Red wing blackbirds are very pretty and have a nice sound. I hope the cat stays home today.
It sure is gloomy, but the gloom will be worth it if it snows as predicted. It is also nice to have an opportunity to wear my new light-blue rain parka that Kev got me for Christmas. I can't remember the last time I needed my sunglasses, though. I don't know how people can stand it in places like Seattle, where it's like this most of the time.
I was going to go on a long rant about cell phones, but I'll save it for another time. I need coffee.
N!
New Orleans, New York, New Albany, Nero's Italian Restaurant, National Parks, Northern Gannet, nest, and nap.
Saturday, January 29, 2005
Mr. M.
Macaroni Grill, meatballs, mom, Mai's, mountains, mushroom, Maine, Mockingbird Station, math, Mr. Rogers, moose, Mississippi John Hurt, mousse, moon, maize, Mavs, Moon River, maracas, Mediterranean, Mike Myers, mockingbird, Muddy Waters, and monkey.
Friday, January 28, 2005
Fun with Talking on the Phone
Here is a real conversation I had today:
Larry Feathers: Hello?
Me: Hey
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.
And if you want to read and enjoy more about musical pants, please visit:
www.larryfeathers.blogspot.com
Larry Feathers: Hello?
Me: Hey
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.
And if you want to read and enjoy more about musical pants, please visit:
www.larryfeathers.blogspot.com
L is for LIST!
And loons, Looney Tunes, Larryfeathers, Legal Grounds, Lakewood, Liverpool, and Long John Bottoms.
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Hooray for K!
Here are some good K words:
Kev!, kitchen, King of the Hill, kite, kangaroo, KERA, Kentucky, kicky, and KISS.
Kev!, kitchen, King of the Hill, kite, kangaroo, KERA, Kentucky, kicky, and KISS.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Let's talk J.
The Jam, jam, Jesus, Javier, Jeff, Jamaica, jazz, the Jets, Jacques Monkey, and Jimmy Carter.
Extra! Extra!
Faith in Humanity Restored! Crisis Averted!
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.
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.
Birthday
Three people I like a lot have a birthday today: my dad, my friend Tracy, and my friend Heather. So Happy Birthday to all of them, and I hope they have a good fun birthday.
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:
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
We All Scream for I-Words
Ice cream, ice skate, Indiana, Italian food, Italy, independence, Iceland, Indian food, Ireland and iris.
Sunday, January 23, 2005
Good H.
Housepants, house plants, Hank Hill, hibiscus, Habitat for Humanity, house finch, Hunter the dog, Hyde Park, homebrew, Hot Stuff, horseheadfairyland, Hank Sr., harmonica, Heat Miser, happy, and Herbie Hinkle.
Desperate Times
As I type this, I am drinking instant coffee. We are in the middle of our fourth coffee crisis here at the LRHS house. It seems no coffee maker we purchase can last more than one year without something going horribly wrong. Now, we are coffee-less until I take our current maker to either be repaired or replaced. If the fine people of Bodum are unwilling to do either of these things, I don't know what will happen, as Kev has already emphatically claimed he will not buy another &*#!@ coffee maker.
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.
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
Spring Head
In spite of today's cold front, I have Spring-head. It's cool out, but still sunny, and there are birds all around, and some of my bulbs are coming up, and Kev raked up the last of the leaves this morning, and I am feeling springy. Don't get me wrong...I love winter and hope it sticks around a while. I am even jealous of our neighbors to the north and all the snow they've been promised this weekend. I'm pretty sure most of them would gladly trade their snow for our mild temps and sunny skies. The grass is always greener, as they say. Anyway, I have an itchy garden finger, and an inner desire to do creative things. This happens every year. Sadly, it never lasts very long. I am easily frustrated and discouraged by failed creative endeavors, and retreat back into sitting on the couch wishing I was in Alaska or the Galapagos Islands or the Italian coast or at least a little cabin in the woods somewhere. One of my biggest flaws is the inability to stick with anything. Could I have adult ADD? Anyway, I think I better go write a song or draw something or crochet something before the moment is gone.
Kev is in the kitched making spaghetti and meatballs. You should smell my house right now! Can't wait for dinner time...
Kev is in the kitched making spaghetti and meatballs. You should smell my house right now! Can't wait for dinner time...
The Letter G
G is for guitar, garlic, grits, Guinness, guillemots, Guillaume, garden, gnocchi, green, Galapagos Islands, and guiro.
Friday, January 21, 2005
Good F-Words
Flower, food, fest, French toast, Fourth of July, fun facts, fireworks, Fat Albert, fall, forest, fun, Friday, and field trip.
Fun Friday Field Trip
Today we decided to take advantage of the strangely spring-like January weather and ride our bikes to the lake for some exercise and birds. Here are some things we saw: cormorants, gulls, turtles, pelicans, American coots, red-wing black birds, grackles, mallards, some kind of hawk, and some other stuff, plus a nice sailboat and a conga line of turtles sunning themselves on a log. I have posted some pictures. White Rock Lake is a nice place for you and your family to go and look at birds or take a walk or have a picnic, especially on a weekday when the weather is nice. And it is FREE! The worst part of riding your bike to the lake is that you eventually have to ride it back home, which is uphill all the way. But when it's over, it's the good kind of tired, like you've accomplished something.
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.
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
Good News of the Day
My friend Damon, who is an army captain stationed in Iraq, is coming home on Feb. 11. That is very good news.
The Letter E
E is for elephant, Emeril, England, eggplant, eggplant parmesan, Echo and the Bunnymen, Elvis Costello, etch-a-sketch, and eagle. These are some good "e" words.
The Inauguration of T
If I was President today, the first thing I would do is call off overly expensive inaugural events and give that money to something more important. Then I would call for a meeting with all the different world leaders to talk about why we need to all get along. Then I would make some kind of a program for poor unemployed people where they are given jobs, but then they have to prove they can be reliable and really want to work or they get kicked out of the program. Then I would get a bunch of scientists to have around the White House to figure out what to do about climate change and other science things. Then I would outlaw Hummers. I would call for mandatory nap time at work. Then I would outlaw talking on cell phones in cars and restaurants. And I would get rid of the death penalty. And then I would make all people caught littering spend 3 months going around cleaning up litter. And then I would concentrate on what to do about the horrible mess the education system is in. And I would get someone smarter than me to figure out all the war issues, because I wouldn't even know where to start. Vote for me!
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Big D Little d, what begins with D?
dog, daisy, Django, dad, duck, Dallas Arboretum, Dallas World Aquarium, deer, Duvel, Dennis from Jamaica, Dutchess County Fair, DART train, Dalai Lama, Duran Duran, Doc Watson, and Doc Monkey.
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.
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
Oh, Cookie Cookie Cookie Starts with C!
And so does coffee, Colorado, cat, Central Market, cooking, corn, crochet, cruise, Christmas, Chrysler building, clarinet, canoe, camping, cabin, chili pepper, Chili the iguana, curry, cheese, cowbell, cake, chocolate, Chai tea, Chopin, cello, Cinema Paradiso, chicken marsala, Canada, Curb your Enthusiasm, cashews, and Clint Eastwood.
And that's good enough for me.
And that's good enough for me.
Mean People
When I was a kid, about 4 years old, I went to this Baptist pre-school in Indiana. I think it was mostly pretty fun. There was coloring and juice and naps. But one day, in the cafeteria, they served something I didn't like, so I wouldn't eat it. They decided it would be cool to make me sit there in the cafeteria all day or until I cleaned my plate. I sat there until my mom came to get me after work. She was mad, but she didn't say anything because she was only about 23 and it was the 70's and teachers were supposed to know best about what to do with little kids who wouldn't eat their lunches.
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.
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
S-A-TUR-DAY NIGHT!
Saturday always reminds me of the great Bay City Rollers, and Bay City Rollers begins with the letter B. Here is today's list of good things that begin with the letter B:
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.
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
Troubled
This morning after my walk, I took some time out to be troubled. I am troubled about lots of things, big and small. A lot of people I like are having job problems, money problems, health problems, kid problems or general big decision-making problems. This is troubling, because I want the people I like to be happy and not have problems, plus there is very little I can do to help except try to be encouraging and stuff. Plus I am troubled about the Tsunami people, and the mudslide people, and the Hatians, and the polar bears, and the state of the oceans and the world in general. Plus I have a few very small troubles of my own. So, I spent some time on the couch feeling sorry for my friends and the world and myself. It was, I think, a complete waste of time. All of those problems still exist, and I wasted my morning off.
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.
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
A Dinner Story
(Names have been changed to protect the embarrassed)
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.
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
Squippie Symbol
Who wants a T-Shirt?!
Hey, the middle part of the squippie symbol looks like a bird's foot. I just noticed that. Cool.
Thursday, January 06, 2005
So I Married a....Granny?
Poor Kev. It's bad enough that his wife is a bird-watcher, but last night she was up late crocheting! He probably wishes he married someone more exciting who likes to sky-dive or belly-dance or at least eat really super spicy food. Well, in her defense, she did parasail last summer, she doesn't like Oprah or soap operas, and she wants to build a canoe. That's something.
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.
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
New Year's Groove
Happy New Year to all!
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:
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
- Read
- 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.
Sunday, January 02, 2005
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
Peace and Quiet
I was just thinking about this one time when Kev and I drove up to Oklahoma for the day and went canoeing. We were in the middle of a lake in a canoe, and it was very very quiet. I liked it a lot.
Today is Tuesday I think. Yesterday, Kev and I took a day trip to New York City. I think in retrospect taking a day trip to NYC isn't the best idea. By the time I caught up with the pace and got into the NYC groove, it was time to get the train back to Poughkeepsie. But all in all, it was a pretty fun trip. Got to see Bryce, who has gone completely Manhattan. It suits him to be a New Yorker. Also went to the Algonquin to revisit the scene of our engagement. On the train down I met a nice old lady who talked my ear off about her life and such. When we got off the train, she hugged me. She lives by herself in the Bronx overlooking the East River. She is widowed 3 times and has 6 cats. I didn't get her name. Alas, we did not make it up to 74th street to see Pale Male. Maybe next time.
There is snow here. It is pretty. There are also good dogs who sit on my lap and keep me nice and warm. There is not, however, a quiet spot to sit and read a book, which I badly need. So I have decided to blog instead. I would take a walk, but I can't get to my coat and shoes at the moment. Oh well, in spite of such complaints, it is fun being around Kev's family. And today I learned to play a couple of notes on the clarinet. So, there you go. In a couple of days when I get home, I'll probably be complaining that I am bored.
Today is Tuesday I think. Yesterday, Kev and I took a day trip to New York City. I think in retrospect taking a day trip to NYC isn't the best idea. By the time I caught up with the pace and got into the NYC groove, it was time to get the train back to Poughkeepsie. But all in all, it was a pretty fun trip. Got to see Bryce, who has gone completely Manhattan. It suits him to be a New Yorker. Also went to the Algonquin to revisit the scene of our engagement. On the train down I met a nice old lady who talked my ear off about her life and such. When we got off the train, she hugged me. She lives by herself in the Bronx overlooking the East River. She is widowed 3 times and has 6 cats. I didn't get her name. Alas, we did not make it up to 74th street to see Pale Male. Maybe next time.
There is snow here. It is pretty. There are also good dogs who sit on my lap and keep me nice and warm. There is not, however, a quiet spot to sit and read a book, which I badly need. So I have decided to blog instead. I would take a walk, but I can't get to my coat and shoes at the moment. Oh well, in spite of such complaints, it is fun being around Kev's family. And today I learned to play a couple of notes on the clarinet. So, there you go. In a couple of days when I get home, I'll probably be complaining that I am bored.
Peace and Quiet Part 2
Climbed over people and guitars to get my coat and shoes. Went for a walk in the cold. It snowed on me and I saw some deer. Feeling much better.
Thursday, December 23, 2004
Christmas Turkeys
Greetings from historic Hyde Park New York in the beautiful Hudson Valley.
Just a quick blog as I have a few minutes of calm in an otherwise action-packed vacation. Arrived Monday, flew WITHOUT Xanax! Was very proud indeed, and didn't freak out too much. Snow everywhere and very cold the first two days, now just rain and mild temps. Sort of sad to have missed the rare Texas snow I heard about. Lots of family around. In our house there are 8 grown people, 1 toddler, 4 dogs, and 3 cats. Every morning, a flock of about 16 turkeys make their way down the hill in the woods behind the house, hop over the little stream, and continue through the front yard and across the street to who knows where. It is funny to see a conga line of turkeys parading by each day. Also had a deer in the front yard the first morning. Lots of wildlife. There is a bear in the neighborhood too, but no sightings yet. Turkey photos will be posted upon my return. Going to NYC on Monday to see PaleMale and my friend Bryce. Meeting some other friends for dinner tonight...Italian food in New York is always something to look forward to. Spent the better part of today wrapping gifts. It seems a shame to unwrap them when you know how much work went into the wrapping. Oh well. Having fun, but miss my family of course, and my pillow. Hope you are all well. Have a happy Christmas!
Just a quick blog as I have a few minutes of calm in an otherwise action-packed vacation. Arrived Monday, flew WITHOUT Xanax! Was very proud indeed, and didn't freak out too much. Snow everywhere and very cold the first two days, now just rain and mild temps. Sort of sad to have missed the rare Texas snow I heard about. Lots of family around. In our house there are 8 grown people, 1 toddler, 4 dogs, and 3 cats. Every morning, a flock of about 16 turkeys make their way down the hill in the woods behind the house, hop over the little stream, and continue through the front yard and across the street to who knows where. It is funny to see a conga line of turkeys parading by each day. Also had a deer in the front yard the first morning. Lots of wildlife. There is a bear in the neighborhood too, but no sightings yet. Turkey photos will be posted upon my return. Going to NYC on Monday to see PaleMale and my friend Bryce. Meeting some other friends for dinner tonight...Italian food in New York is always something to look forward to. Spent the better part of today wrapping gifts. It seems a shame to unwrap them when you know how much work went into the wrapping. Oh well. Having fun, but miss my family of course, and my pillow. Hope you are all well. Have a happy Christmas!
Sunday, December 19, 2004
Feliz Naviblog
Well, just a quick blog to wish all of you a very happy holiday. I leave for New York in the morning, and it is doubtful I will have much computer time until I get back. I will be thinking of my friends and family while I am away, especially those of you who seem troubled. I hope you all have lots of fun and do nice things for people and animals and don't eat too many cookies and whatnot.
I will let you all know how Pale Male is doing if I get to see him and Lola during my trip.
Merry Christmas!
I will let you all know how Pale Male is doing if I get to see him and Lola during my trip.
Merry Christmas!
Saturday, December 18, 2004
Good Article to Read and Think About
BUSINESS WEEKDECEMBER 16, 2004 COMMENTARY By Bruce Nussbaum
New Yorkers Hear the Call of the Wild
Let's hope the stormy saga of evicted Fifth Avenue hawk Pale Male reminds city and country folk alike of nature's glories Pale Male's New York saga appears to be coming to an end. The Fifth Avenue co-op board that voted to remove the nest of this famous red-tailed hawk from their building appears to have relented in the face of enormous public pressure. It now says it will allow Pale Male and his mate, Lola, to rebuild their digs. I hope it isn't too late. The hawks have been desperately bringing twigs to their cornice ledge for days, only to have the wind blow them away. The building says it will replace the anti-pigeon spikes that anchored the hawks' nest, and add a guardrail around the 12th floor window cornice to prevent rat or bird carcasses from falling to the street. But after raising 23 chicks over 11 years at this fancy address, Pale Male may soon decide to move on to more hospitable climes unless the building moves fast. The saddest part of this whole spectacle is that the owners of these multimillion-dollar apartments still don't get it. They may be Masters ofthe Universe, but they can't see the beauty of the world. Red-tails are fierce, free hunters, with wings that span four feet, tails that blaze in a clear sky, and cries that pierce the air. Like bald eagles, red-tails embody much of the spirit of America. Pale Male's decision to make the cliff-dwellings of the Big Apple his home in 1993 was an awesome complement to New Yorkers. He gave them a chance to observe a slice of raw nature upclose.
CULTURE VULTURES. Many New Yorkers grew to love him. Birders, of course, spotted Pale Male flying over Central Park, hunting for pigeons and other small game. Children loved to line up at the many telescopes trained on the nest to watch Pale Male and his mates raise their families year after year.Watching small fledging hawks take that first jump and fly out of the nest was awe-inspiring to these kids. Yet for every wide-eyed child gaping in wonder at the hawks, many more adults are blind to them. Urban Americans don't get nature. They see it as messy, dirty, alien to them. City dwellers, historically, have been the builders of high culture -- museums, symphony halls, libraries,skyscrapers. They aren't taught very much about the wild in school, and with the exception of summer camps, don't have much real contact with it. But Eastern urbanites aren't alone in their ignorance of and even antagonism toward nature. Go west to Texas and other states that have frontier cultures and you find a similar desire to conquer the wild and replace it with civilization. Westerners just put down ranches and farms rather than put up skyscrapers. You have energy people wanting to drill holes into every mesa, mountain range, and canyon. You have loggers wanting to put roads into every wilderness and cut down every big, old tree in every forest. And everywhere developers are building on deserts or around lakes, on mountaintops andwetlands.
RED, BLUE -- AND GREEN. The weird thing about the West is that, unlikeEastern cities, it's full of hunters and people who love the outdoors. Yet the urge to exploit nature rather than protect and enjoy it dominates today's Western states. You could say that wanting to eradicate the wild is one of the few things that blue- and red-state cultures have in common. Yes, of course, this is an exaggeration. Plenty of birders, hunters, fisherfolks, hikers, skiers, runners, and others understand the majesty of nature. Even in New York. The push-back against the titans of finance and real estate who evicted Pale Male and Lola was surprisingly intense, and perhaps successful. I don't know if Goldman Sachs Chairman Hank Paulson, a birder on the boardof the Peregrine Fund, had a quiet word with Bruce Wasserstein, legendary investment banker and resident of the Fifth Avenue building that took downPale Male's nest. But I hope he did. I do know that actress Mary TylerMoore and her doctor husband fought bravely against the eviction and led the battle to get Pale Male and Lola back.
BIRD BY BIRD. Not much wilderness is left in America, not much of the"wild" left to discover and enjoy. Easterners and Westerners alike are destroying it. Pale Male reminds us all of what we're losing, what we'll soon be missing. The fight for his nest is a battle worth having. I've been birding in Central Park for a long time. I've seen Pale Male hunt for game, court a mate, raise a brood, and dominate the sky on a cloudless day. He is, in his way, a true Master of the Universe, and he should be welcomed as one. - - - - -Bruce Nussbaum is BusinessWeek's editorial page editor .
New Yorkers Hear the Call of the Wild
Let's hope the stormy saga of evicted Fifth Avenue hawk Pale Male reminds city and country folk alike of nature's glories Pale Male's New York saga appears to be coming to an end. The Fifth Avenue co-op board that voted to remove the nest of this famous red-tailed hawk from their building appears to have relented in the face of enormous public pressure. It now says it will allow Pale Male and his mate, Lola, to rebuild their digs. I hope it isn't too late. The hawks have been desperately bringing twigs to their cornice ledge for days, only to have the wind blow them away. The building says it will replace the anti-pigeon spikes that anchored the hawks' nest, and add a guardrail around the 12th floor window cornice to prevent rat or bird carcasses from falling to the street. But after raising 23 chicks over 11 years at this fancy address, Pale Male may soon decide to move on to more hospitable climes unless the building moves fast. The saddest part of this whole spectacle is that the owners of these multimillion-dollar apartments still don't get it. They may be Masters ofthe Universe, but they can't see the beauty of the world. Red-tails are fierce, free hunters, with wings that span four feet, tails that blaze in a clear sky, and cries that pierce the air. Like bald eagles, red-tails embody much of the spirit of America. Pale Male's decision to make the cliff-dwellings of the Big Apple his home in 1993 was an awesome complement to New Yorkers. He gave them a chance to observe a slice of raw nature upclose.
CULTURE VULTURES. Many New Yorkers grew to love him. Birders, of course, spotted Pale Male flying over Central Park, hunting for pigeons and other small game. Children loved to line up at the many telescopes trained on the nest to watch Pale Male and his mates raise their families year after year.Watching small fledging hawks take that first jump and fly out of the nest was awe-inspiring to these kids. Yet for every wide-eyed child gaping in wonder at the hawks, many more adults are blind to them. Urban Americans don't get nature. They see it as messy, dirty, alien to them. City dwellers, historically, have been the builders of high culture -- museums, symphony halls, libraries,skyscrapers. They aren't taught very much about the wild in school, and with the exception of summer camps, don't have much real contact with it. But Eastern urbanites aren't alone in their ignorance of and even antagonism toward nature. Go west to Texas and other states that have frontier cultures and you find a similar desire to conquer the wild and replace it with civilization. Westerners just put down ranches and farms rather than put up skyscrapers. You have energy people wanting to drill holes into every mesa, mountain range, and canyon. You have loggers wanting to put roads into every wilderness and cut down every big, old tree in every forest. And everywhere developers are building on deserts or around lakes, on mountaintops andwetlands.
RED, BLUE -- AND GREEN. The weird thing about the West is that, unlikeEastern cities, it's full of hunters and people who love the outdoors. Yet the urge to exploit nature rather than protect and enjoy it dominates today's Western states. You could say that wanting to eradicate the wild is one of the few things that blue- and red-state cultures have in common. Yes, of course, this is an exaggeration. Plenty of birders, hunters, fisherfolks, hikers, skiers, runners, and others understand the majesty of nature. Even in New York. The push-back against the titans of finance and real estate who evicted Pale Male and Lola was surprisingly intense, and perhaps successful. I don't know if Goldman Sachs Chairman Hank Paulson, a birder on the boardof the Peregrine Fund, had a quiet word with Bruce Wasserstein, legendary investment banker and resident of the Fifth Avenue building that took downPale Male's nest. But I hope he did. I do know that actress Mary TylerMoore and her doctor husband fought bravely against the eviction and led the battle to get Pale Male and Lola back.
BIRD BY BIRD. Not much wilderness is left in America, not much of the"wild" left to discover and enjoy. Easterners and Westerners alike are destroying it. Pale Male reminds us all of what we're losing, what we'll soon be missing. The fight for his nest is a battle worth having. I've been birding in Central Park for a long time. I've seen Pale Male hunt for game, court a mate, raise a brood, and dominate the sky on a cloudless day. He is, in his way, a true Master of the Universe, and he should be welcomed as one. - - - - -Bruce Nussbaum is BusinessWeek's editorial page editor .
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Big Night in Cow Town, a Victory for Birds, and Mind over Sick
Well, so much to blog, so little time. It has been so busy at my house with trying to get ready for Christmas, and extra fun social outings, that I have hardly had any time to spend on the computer. This is probably a good thing. I have also wasted hardly any time in front of the TV.
One major highlight of this busy-ness was our trip over to Fort Worth on Monday night to see the GREAT Doc Watson at the Bass Performance Hall. What an amazing show. If any of you guys are feeling a little low, put on some Doc Watson, and that should fix you up real quick. If you don't know who that is, go on over to Amazon.com and listen to some sample tracks, like Shady Grove, or Windy and Warm, and so forth. Doc Watson is 81 years old, blind, and one of the best guitar players you will ever hear. Hurry!
I give the city of Fort Worth, at least the downtown/Sundance Square area a solid A. They have it all decorated and festive, with a giant tree in the middle of the square. I am a big fan of Fort Worth. It is like Dallas-light. I would also like to recommend a restaurant across from Bass Hall called Angeluna, where you can get an appetizer called a Shrimp, lobster, andouille blini tower, or somesuch, which is one of the best things I've ever eaten. The next morning, I had lobster guilt as usual, but I got over it.
So, Yay for Doc Watson, Fort Worth, and blini towers!
Also, as you probably all know by now, the hawks are going to be able to rebuild their nest! So, those of you who signed the petition, your voices were heard, and it worked! It is a shame that there was some apparent harassment of some of the building's tennants. Such behavior was unnecessary. Anyway, way to go Audubon Society! I am excited that I will be able to pay these hawks a visit in a couple of weeks.
I am trying to get sick. Actually my body is trying to get sick, but so far, my mind and my juice/vitamin/salt-water combo is stopping it. I do not have time to get sick until at least January.
Back to work...
One major highlight of this busy-ness was our trip over to Fort Worth on Monday night to see the GREAT Doc Watson at the Bass Performance Hall. What an amazing show. If any of you guys are feeling a little low, put on some Doc Watson, and that should fix you up real quick. If you don't know who that is, go on over to Amazon.com and listen to some sample tracks, like Shady Grove, or Windy and Warm, and so forth. Doc Watson is 81 years old, blind, and one of the best guitar players you will ever hear. Hurry!
I give the city of Fort Worth, at least the downtown/Sundance Square area a solid A. They have it all decorated and festive, with a giant tree in the middle of the square. I am a big fan of Fort Worth. It is like Dallas-light. I would also like to recommend a restaurant across from Bass Hall called Angeluna, where you can get an appetizer called a Shrimp, lobster, andouille blini tower, or somesuch, which is one of the best things I've ever eaten. The next morning, I had lobster guilt as usual, but I got over it.
So, Yay for Doc Watson, Fort Worth, and blini towers!
Also, as you probably all know by now, the hawks are going to be able to rebuild their nest! So, those of you who signed the petition, your voices were heard, and it worked! It is a shame that there was some apparent harassment of some of the building's tennants. Such behavior was unnecessary. Anyway, way to go Audubon Society! I am excited that I will be able to pay these hawks a visit in a couple of weeks.
I am trying to get sick. Actually my body is trying to get sick, but so far, my mind and my juice/vitamin/salt-water combo is stopping it. I do not have time to get sick until at least January.
Back to work...
Sunday, December 12, 2004
Marathon Blues
Every year, on the second Sunday in December, the residents of my neighborhood become prisoners for the better part of the day. This is thanks to the White Rock Marathon, which blocks entering and exiting my neighborhood from all sides. This morning was no different, but I needed milk. And I was sure I was up and about early enough to get to the store and back before being blocked by the runners. Well, I was up in plenty of time to get out, but by the time I got my milk, some tissues for my ailing husband, and spent some time getting sucked into Kroger's exciting selection of soups, it was too late to get back in.
I tried to go south on Skillman, my usual route. Blocked. There was a mini van in front of me blocking an escape route down a side street. There was a lady behind me who must have been a VERY important person, because it was clear she didn't have time to be stuck on Skillman behind me and my blue Buick. She had an ear-piece in her ear and a phone in her hand, and she was waving her be-jeweled fingers frantically trying to get my attention so that I might somehow get the minivan to levitate, thus allowing myself and her access to the side street. I gave her the "just chill" signal with my hands, but she did not chill, and continued her maniacal hand-motions until finally the van pulled up. Maybe she was doing a spell! Anyway, then I had a dilemma...should I cut down the side street so she could escape as well, or just move up and keep blocking? The milk in my grocery bag made the decision for me. I needed to get home too. So I made my way back north to Mockingbird, and west to 75, and south to Henderson. I went under the McCommas bridge which was carrying runners on the east/west route, and thought I was home free! Alas, as I cut east, I ran into the southbound runners at Matilda. Sigh. There was nothing I could do at that point, so I hoofed it home with my milk and tissues ( I left the soups in the car). This was not a long walk, maybe 3/4 of a mile, but I was defeated. My only happy thought was that the rich lady from behind me was probably stuck too, and might miss her manicure or her appointment to buy a vacant lot on my street where she could build yet another giant brick Plano-looking (west plano!) house. (East-side rules!) But that's another issue.
On my walk home, I saw many other frustrated drivers trying to find the way out. They're probably still out there. Next year, I'm having Stay-At-Home day on the second Sunday in December.
On a happier note, negotiations to return Palemale and Lola's nest seem to be going well. Thanks to all who signed the petition.
Also, saw Ocean's 12 last night. Good, but pretty confusing.
Go Jets!
I tried to go south on Skillman, my usual route. Blocked. There was a mini van in front of me blocking an escape route down a side street. There was a lady behind me who must have been a VERY important person, because it was clear she didn't have time to be stuck on Skillman behind me and my blue Buick. She had an ear-piece in her ear and a phone in her hand, and she was waving her be-jeweled fingers frantically trying to get my attention so that I might somehow get the minivan to levitate, thus allowing myself and her access to the side street. I gave her the "just chill" signal with my hands, but she did not chill, and continued her maniacal hand-motions until finally the van pulled up. Maybe she was doing a spell! Anyway, then I had a dilemma...should I cut down the side street so she could escape as well, or just move up and keep blocking? The milk in my grocery bag made the decision for me. I needed to get home too. So I made my way back north to Mockingbird, and west to 75, and south to Henderson. I went under the McCommas bridge which was carrying runners on the east/west route, and thought I was home free! Alas, as I cut east, I ran into the southbound runners at Matilda. Sigh. There was nothing I could do at that point, so I hoofed it home with my milk and tissues ( I left the soups in the car). This was not a long walk, maybe 3/4 of a mile, but I was defeated. My only happy thought was that the rich lady from behind me was probably stuck too, and might miss her manicure or her appointment to buy a vacant lot on my street where she could build yet another giant brick Plano-looking (west plano!) house. (East-side rules!) But that's another issue.
On my walk home, I saw many other frustrated drivers trying to find the way out. They're probably still out there. Next year, I'm having Stay-At-Home day on the second Sunday in December.
On a happier note, negotiations to return Palemale and Lola's nest seem to be going well. Thanks to all who signed the petition.
Also, saw Ocean's 12 last night. Good, but pretty confusing.
Go Jets!
Friday, December 10, 2004
Blog Confessional
Yesterday, I hit a squirrel with my car. I didn't mean to. The poor stupid thing just ran out in front of me as if suicidal. I heard a small thud, but when I looked in my rearview mirror, I didn't see anything. Pehaps I just grazed him and he'll be OK.
This is the second time I've hit a squirrel. The first time, I cried and cried, and it took me about a week to get over it. This time, I was sad, but there were no tears, and I think I can get through today without giving it too much thought. I hope I am not becoming desensitized. I think I feel worse about not feeling worse than I do about hitting the squirrell.
I sentence myself to going outside right now to fill up my bird feeders and throw some nuts around on the ground.
This is the second time I've hit a squirrel. The first time, I cried and cried, and it took me about a week to get over it. This time, I was sad, but there were no tears, and I think I can get through today without giving it too much thought. I hope I am not becoming desensitized. I think I feel worse about not feeling worse than I do about hitting the squirrell.
I sentence myself to going outside right now to fill up my bird feeders and throw some nuts around on the ground.
Bird Crime
Some rich people in Manhattan have decided they don't want a bird living on their building. He has lived there for 10 years! Please help by visiting
www.palemale.com
or got to
http://www.audubon.org/SavePaleMale_Petition.html
to help.
He's not hurting anything. They just don't like the "unsightly" nest or the poop...solveable problems. I've got news for the people of Manhattan...the birds were there first.
www.palemale.com
or got to
http://www.audubon.org/SavePaleMale_Petition.html
to help.
He's not hurting anything. They just don't like the "unsightly" nest or the poop...solveable problems. I've got news for the people of Manhattan...the birds were there first.
Monday, December 06, 2004
Tree Talk
If someone was to ask me, "Say, Tara, what is your favorite tree?", I would answer as follows:
- Japanese Maple
- Aspen
- Dogwood
- Other Maple
- Other
This morning's walk was a sensory extravaganza. I have found that the repetative motion of walking is very condusive to mindfullness/paying attention. This morning, the temperature was delightfully cool, but not cold. It smelled fresh because of the rain. There were occasional wafts of fireplace-smell. The birds were very vocal, especially the bluejays, who I think are plotting something. It looks like fall outside, just in time for Christmas. The maples put on quite a show this year, and the oaks are trying their hardest to catch up. Our oak's leaves are turning a sort of orangish color that will soon be brown, but it's a good effort anyway. There was also the sound of leaves crunching underfoot as we walked, which is in my top ten favorite sounds (which I will eventually probably list on here). By the way, I welcome reader lists via the "comments." There was a squirrel who I witnessed make a very daring leap from a fence to a telephone pole, and there was a black cat on the very top of a house (this was pointed out by Kev.) Some not-so-pleasantries this moring included siren noise, lawn equipment noise and stepping in poop, but one has to take the good with the bad I suppose.
Anyway, time to get to work.
Sunday, December 05, 2004
Return of the Christmas Spirit
Today was my annual Christmas Toy Party, which has become our toy party, as Kev is a big part of it these days. This was the ninth toy party, so next year will be the big Tenth Anniversary Toy Party. Pretty amazing it's been going on this long. Anyway, it was really fun, but I have to admit I was a little worried that no one was coming this year. A few staples of the party couldn't make it this year, and not many people RSVPed. But we ended up having a good crowd, and a good mix of people...some old, some new. And most importantly, got quite a haul of toys for the angel tree kiddies. I really made an effort this year to sit down and talk to people during the party. Usually, I am in a sort of frantic hostess mode, and the whole thing is a blur and I feel like a loser for not spending enough time with people. I have a lot of cool friends, and I enjoyed seeing them today. And it put me back into the Christmas spirit. And no-one got locked in the bathroom which is always a plus.
Now, that the party is over, it is time for me to get serious about shopping. I am not even close to being done, and we leave for New York in two weeks. Luckily I feel a post-party groove, which should get me through New Years. Then, all bets are off. I will very likely take a nose-dive into a big post-holiday funk. But maybe knowing it's coming will make it less funky. I hope so. How I hate the funk.
I've just been informed that the Grinch is about to come on TV. Think I'll go spend a little time with the Who's down in Who-ville. By the way, does anyone know the lyrics to the Who's song? What are they saying? It has always bothered me.
Hope you all had a good weekend!
Friday, December 03, 2004
Jingle Blog
Well, haven't felt much like blogging lately, and that's just as well, as there hasn't been much to blog about. This past week was a blur. Lots of running around trying to get stuff done, and then ending up feeling like nothing much was accomplished. Before I know it, Christmas will be over, and I will have missed it.
"How can you miss Christmas when everywhere you go, Christmas is thrown in your face?" you ask.
Yeah, I know. It's everywhere. But that commercial stuff is not what I'm talking about. I mean the GOOD stuff about Christmas. And so tonight I decided to take a time out and appreciate it. I spent the last 45 minutes or so sitting in my living room looking at my Christmas tree. It is very pretty, especially at night. This year, we got an artificial tree, since we are going to be out of town for 10 days. Not ideal, but we got a nice one...pretty realistic looking. I know lots of people like multi-colored lights, and some like blinking lights and chasers, but I prefer plain clear lights on my tree. There is something about white lights in a green tree that is just really good. Our ornaments are all over the map. Martha Stewart would hate our tree. We have some really nice ornaments from World Market and Crate and Barrel, mixed in with a bunch of home-made ones from when I had no money. These include Luke Skywalker and Wonder Woman action figures-on-a-string, as well as Old 97s stickers and pictures of Elvis glued to cardboard and hung on the tree. On the top is an angel that we used when I was little. My dad used to pick me up and let me put it on the tree when I was a kid. I like it. It's old school, and I'm sentimental. You can be sure a few tears were shed today as I helped Kev decorate the tree. So that's what I mean about good Christmas stuff. I love remembering Christmas from my childhood.
Anyway, all the crabby shoppers and loud annoying over-played carols were getting me down, so I knew I had to do something to find the Christmas spirit. I am going to now make a list of things that are good about Christmas-time:
"How can you miss Christmas when everywhere you go, Christmas is thrown in your face?" you ask.
Yeah, I know. It's everywhere. But that commercial stuff is not what I'm talking about. I mean the GOOD stuff about Christmas. And so tonight I decided to take a time out and appreciate it. I spent the last 45 minutes or so sitting in my living room looking at my Christmas tree. It is very pretty, especially at night. This year, we got an artificial tree, since we are going to be out of town for 10 days. Not ideal, but we got a nice one...pretty realistic looking. I know lots of people like multi-colored lights, and some like blinking lights and chasers, but I prefer plain clear lights on my tree. There is something about white lights in a green tree that is just really good. Our ornaments are all over the map. Martha Stewart would hate our tree. We have some really nice ornaments from World Market and Crate and Barrel, mixed in with a bunch of home-made ones from when I had no money. These include Luke Skywalker and Wonder Woman action figures-on-a-string, as well as Old 97s stickers and pictures of Elvis glued to cardboard and hung on the tree. On the top is an angel that we used when I was little. My dad used to pick me up and let me put it on the tree when I was a kid. I like it. It's old school, and I'm sentimental. You can be sure a few tears were shed today as I helped Kev decorate the tree. So that's what I mean about good Christmas stuff. I love remembering Christmas from my childhood.
Anyway, all the crabby shoppers and loud annoying over-played carols were getting me down, so I knew I had to do something to find the Christmas spirit. I am going to now make a list of things that are good about Christmas-time:
- There is generally more soup and pie
- Christmas-tree smell
- I get to shop and buy fun stuff for people I like
- It is not hot outside
- Vince Guaraldi
- Extra time off from work
- Egg nog
- Sometimes it snows
- People visit from out of town
There is more stuff, bet that's a start. I feel better already. Maybe if you are feeling blue and the holidays have got you down, you could make your own list and remember that it isn't ALL crabby shoppers and over-played carols.
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