...because I've eaten 2 muffins today. One delicious whole wheat bran raisin thing the cafe bakes here in the library (It was still warm. I resisted the butter) for morning break and then one small but piping hot blueberry muffin from Chuckie. When Chuckie shows up with a basket of muffins you do not say "No thank you!"
I'm full. Really full. And feeling baked goodsed out.
So, a ride tonight around Lake Mac is going to be in order followed by some sort of spinach tofu stir fry. Or a panini. Or something else I manage to come up with based on the haul from the market yesterday.
I'm reading "The Sun Also Rises." I have been a long time hater of Hemingway. Unfortunately my introduction to him was "A Farewell to Arms" which just sucked. Last summer I did enjoy "Nick Adams Stories" based on a recommendation of a friend, but I just sort of let it lie for a year. I've recently become friends with yet another Hemingway fan and decided to dip my toe back in the lost generation. I love it. I read the bullfighting chapters last night during the wee hours of the morning when I was unable to sleep. I'm pretty sure my feminist and peta cards are going to get taken away, but those chapters were incredible. I always considered his writing the worst type of machismo. I was wrong. And I guess I've forgotten how much I, uh, like so many other misogynistic types.
Bukowski, anyone?
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
3 miles with Abbey Road
I lost a big ranting post. Which is probably for the best. A brief recap:
- I'm not following the primaries. It's probably going to end up being Clinton, but I'd rather it be Obama. If Guillani gets the Republican nod, I'd seriously consider voting for him over Clinton.
- I won't really vote Republican.
- The only way to get out of Iraq is to put a really nasty dictator in power. For the grazillionth time: True democracy cannot be imposed.
- Gonzales is a liar
- The Democrats in Congress better get their act together. No more pointless sleepovers to debate things you know you don't have the votes for.
On the positive side, it's still summer! I'm running! The farmers market continues to amaze me! I'm reading Hemingway! And liking it!
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
2 miles in the rain
Ow ow ow ow ow ow!
Legs hurting after only 2 days! I'm gimping around the library. Despite my whole slow-n-steady attitude I, of course, went out the past 2 days with a "it's only 3 miles and it's only 2 miles." I'm going to force myself to take walk breaks for awhile because clearly I'm incapable of slowing myself down to an appropriate pace.
Honestly.
Last night there was an impromptu celebration of sorts as an opportunity has arisen regarding erinbone press! Things are moving forward and I'm now in research mode--what kind, what other materials do I need, where am I gonna put this thing, and how much. I'm psyched. Just keep talking about it and you'll meet people who are interested and enthusiastic and want to be a part of it.
Tonight: return bottles in order to have a wee bit of cash on hand for the market tomorrow. Somehow I keep managing to come up with tasty meals despite a seemingly bare refrigerator. This morning was black beans with cumin, eggs, homemade Carrizales salsa with 2 of the last pieces of bread from last Wednesday's market trip. I've become addicted to organic butter. Do you know how delicious organic butter tastes?!?!?! On toast made from homemade bread?!?!?!
Tonight I'm going to split the greens I bought Saturday and make a salad with tomatoes and this huuuuuge cucumber from Melissa and Reuben's garden. I'm craving some sort of chicken-y biscuit-y gravy-y carrot-y and potato-y thing. I know my magic fridge won't fail me!
Legs hurting after only 2 days! I'm gimping around the library. Despite my whole slow-n-steady attitude I, of course, went out the past 2 days with a "it's only 3 miles and it's only 2 miles." I'm going to force myself to take walk breaks for awhile because clearly I'm incapable of slowing myself down to an appropriate pace.
Honestly.
Last night there was an impromptu celebration of sorts as an opportunity has arisen regarding erinbone press! Things are moving forward and I'm now in research mode--what kind, what other materials do I need, where am I gonna put this thing, and how much. I'm psyched. Just keep talking about it and you'll meet people who are interested and enthusiastic and want to be a part of it.
Tonight: return bottles in order to have a wee bit of cash on hand for the market tomorrow. Somehow I keep managing to come up with tasty meals despite a seemingly bare refrigerator. This morning was black beans with cumin, eggs, homemade Carrizales salsa with 2 of the last pieces of bread from last Wednesday's market trip. I've become addicted to organic butter. Do you know how delicious organic butter tastes?!?!?! On toast made from homemade bread?!?!?!
Tonight I'm going to split the greens I bought Saturday and make a salad with tomatoes and this huuuuuge cucumber from Melissa and Reuben's garden. I'm craving some sort of chicken-y biscuit-y gravy-y carrot-y and potato-y thing. I know my magic fridge won't fail me!
Monday, July 23, 2007
3 miles
It is finished. The HP. I managed to stay up until 4:45am Saturday, work, and finish by 7pm I'm offerring nothing--no review, no opinions, no nothing--for at least a week. And Mom and Dad if you need more time (which given the tower of books you both have in your "to read" pile) I'll refrain even longer.
My head is chock full this morning. Local cheeses and butters, handcranked letterpresses, knitting, gardening and canning, reading Hemingway next or not, finally finishing up the last of the editing on my done pile of poetry, to submit to journals or not, am I really going to be able to pull of a half this fall, being poor, my typewriter, curtains for my big windows, letters that need to be written, bills that need to be paid, the G&T, to go to Wheatland or not, and birds. Always birds.
My weekend was a bit of a blur. I held a 6 week old baby Friday morning. Slept until 8:30pm Friday night. Waited around until midnight. Got my book and read. And read. And read. And worked. And read. And read. And went to supper. And read. Went to an opening at the Ark. Went to the Sandbar. And slept. And slept. And slept. Made a delicious lunch. Talked to my neighbor. Read the paper. Ate a delicious supper. Talked about HP.
And slept. And slept. And slept.
My head is chock full this morning. Local cheeses and butters, handcranked letterpresses, knitting, gardening and canning, reading Hemingway next or not, finally finishing up the last of the editing on my done pile of poetry, to submit to journals or not, am I really going to be able to pull of a half this fall, being poor, my typewriter, curtains for my big windows, letters that need to be written, bills that need to be paid, the G&T, to go to Wheatland or not, and birds. Always birds.
My weekend was a bit of a blur. I held a 6 week old baby Friday morning. Slept until 8:30pm Friday night. Waited around until midnight. Got my book and read. And read. And read. And worked. And read. And read. And went to supper. And read. Went to an opening at the Ark. Went to the Sandbar. And slept. And slept. And slept. Made a delicious lunch. Talked to my neighbor. Read the paper. Ate a delicious supper. Talked about HP.
And slept. And slept. And slept.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
as if coffee wasn't important enough
What a bizarre couple of days.
Monday night I got to get geeked out with Ericka over book 7 of HP. She's convinced me to adjust my sleep schedule over the next few days in order to stay up all night Friday to read "The Deathly Hallows." I'm in. If Joan can constantly adjust her sleep schedule in order to care for people in the ICU, I can adjust my sleep schedule to check people out on Saturday. I've already gotten the blessing of my supervisor as it's incredibly geeky and libraryicious to be able to check out said book to people and be able to say I've already read it.
Crazy? Me? Yes indeedy!
Yesterday I woke up with a migraine. It's the first I've had since I was about 12 years old. It was awful. Really really awful. I couldn't read (an entire day lost of reading "The Half Blood Prince!!!!), I couldn't really sleep and food sounded horrible. I ended up taking an obscene amount of ibuprofen and lying on my futon watching "Pretty in Pink." By 8pm the headache was gone and Raleigh arrived. It was a tame night for me, obviously, but I had a superfantastic time. We wandered out to the fire pit and played around with his sweet camera and I learned about exposure times and the like. I miss him. And hopefully we won't ever go 5ish months again without seeing each other!
This morning I was the only one capable of getting out of bed in time to hit up the market. It was insanely busy. Like Saturday morning kind of busy. The haul included lettuce, tomatoes, eggplant (!!!), green beans, german potatoes, eggs, bread, peaches and a big splurge on red raspberries. Originally I had offered to take the boys out for breakfast at the Windmill, but as they, uh, continued to consume High Life and Jameson at an alarming rate they both passed giving me the opportunity to go home and have cereal, vanilla yogurt and said raspberries. They were heavenly. Tomorrow night assuming me neighbor from the front house manages to procure some cream cheese, I'll be making stuffed zucchini with crushed almonds, baby swiss cheese, and bread crumbs. I somehow managed to hold onto a bottle of cheap chardonnay which I think will go nicely with this superrich but ultimately delicious splurgy dish I only allow myself to make once a year!
This weekend is already gearing up to be weird. Friday morning I'm heading north to see Tim and Anjie and their little bundle of joy armed with a Target gift card and Pereddies for lunch. Friday evening I'll be sleeping and at midnight will be heading downtown to pick up "Deathly Hallows." I work all day Saturday, have to hit up Alonso's 8th birthday party, and then I'm heading to The Ark to see Kari's hopefully finished stone sculpture. I suspect I'll be passing out rather early given my stay-up-all-night-and-read-plan which means Sunday should be lovely and lazy.
Monday I start half marathon training. I'm takin' her slow and easy. I'm determined not to get injured this year which means my ego may suffer buy my shins will not! Dad, I've got this crazy idea brewing and I'm wondering what you think of me running another half 2 weeks after Hartford? It's the Grand Rapids Half-Marathon and it's pretty small. Do-able? Stupid? Asking for trouble?
If you want a laugh/cry/you-gotta-be-kidding me moment check out this article about neo-cons who go on a cruise. It's 5 pages long, but I actually read the whole thing. Here's a little taste:
"The Iraq war has been an amazing success, global warming is just a myth and Guantanamo Bay is practically a holiday camp. The annual cruise organized by the 'National Review,' mouthpiece of right-wing America, is a parallel universe populated by straight-talking, gun-toting, God-fearing Republicans."
Unfreakingbelievalbe
And finally, Berghoef got himself published again! Here's the link. And here's him mentioned in coldfront magazine thanks to him being all self-promotional. Because if Tao Lin has taught us anything (as clearly he's taught us little about how to actually write poetry, in my humble opinion) self-promotion is key when it comes to conquering the poetry world!
Monday night I got to get geeked out with Ericka over book 7 of HP. She's convinced me to adjust my sleep schedule over the next few days in order to stay up all night Friday to read "The Deathly Hallows." I'm in. If Joan can constantly adjust her sleep schedule in order to care for people in the ICU, I can adjust my sleep schedule to check people out on Saturday. I've already gotten the blessing of my supervisor as it's incredibly geeky and libraryicious to be able to check out said book to people and be able to say I've already read it.
Crazy? Me? Yes indeedy!
Yesterday I woke up with a migraine. It's the first I've had since I was about 12 years old. It was awful. Really really awful. I couldn't read (an entire day lost of reading "The Half Blood Prince!!!!), I couldn't really sleep and food sounded horrible. I ended up taking an obscene amount of ibuprofen and lying on my futon watching "Pretty in Pink." By 8pm the headache was gone and Raleigh arrived. It was a tame night for me, obviously, but I had a superfantastic time. We wandered out to the fire pit and played around with his sweet camera and I learned about exposure times and the like. I miss him. And hopefully we won't ever go 5ish months again without seeing each other!
This morning I was the only one capable of getting out of bed in time to hit up the market. It was insanely busy. Like Saturday morning kind of busy. The haul included lettuce, tomatoes, eggplant (!!!), green beans, german potatoes, eggs, bread, peaches and a big splurge on red raspberries. Originally I had offered to take the boys out for breakfast at the Windmill, but as they, uh, continued to consume High Life and Jameson at an alarming rate they both passed giving me the opportunity to go home and have cereal, vanilla yogurt and said raspberries. They were heavenly. Tomorrow night assuming me neighbor from the front house manages to procure some cream cheese, I'll be making stuffed zucchini with crushed almonds, baby swiss cheese, and bread crumbs. I somehow managed to hold onto a bottle of cheap chardonnay which I think will go nicely with this superrich but ultimately delicious splurgy dish I only allow myself to make once a year!
This weekend is already gearing up to be weird. Friday morning I'm heading north to see Tim and Anjie and their little bundle of joy armed with a Target gift card and Pereddies for lunch. Friday evening I'll be sleeping and at midnight will be heading downtown to pick up "Deathly Hallows." I work all day Saturday, have to hit up Alonso's 8th birthday party, and then I'm heading to The Ark to see Kari's hopefully finished stone sculpture. I suspect I'll be passing out rather early given my stay-up-all-night-and-read-plan which means Sunday should be lovely and lazy.
Monday I start half marathon training. I'm takin' her slow and easy. I'm determined not to get injured this year which means my ego may suffer buy my shins will not! Dad, I've got this crazy idea brewing and I'm wondering what you think of me running another half 2 weeks after Hartford? It's the Grand Rapids Half-Marathon and it's pretty small. Do-able? Stupid? Asking for trouble?
If you want a laugh/cry/you-gotta-be-kidding me moment check out this article about neo-cons who go on a cruise. It's 5 pages long, but I actually read the whole thing. Here's a little taste:
"The Iraq war has been an amazing success, global warming is just a myth and Guantanamo Bay is practically a holiday camp. The annual cruise organized by the 'National Review,' mouthpiece of right-wing America, is a parallel universe populated by straight-talking, gun-toting, God-fearing Republicans."
Unfreakingbelievalbe
And finally, Berghoef got himself published again! Here's the link. And here's him mentioned in coldfront magazine thanks to him being all self-promotional. Because if Tao Lin has taught us anything (as clearly he's taught us little about how to actually write poetry, in my humble opinion) self-promotion is key when it comes to conquering the poetry world!
Monday, July 16, 2007
if you see me at lemonjellos don't talk to me i'm trying to read the half blood prince by saturday
I think everyone in Holland came to the library from 10:30-12pm this morning. Lines and lines and lines and lines and lines of people. And cards! Doesn't everyone in this godforsaken town have a library card already?!?! And if you've just moved to Holland my I ask WHY?!?
Good weekend of Berghoefing. We went to a Whitecaps game Friday night and got to sit above the unwashed masses in a box compliments of a very wealthy uncle who rented it for the night. I actually can't wait to go back and sit on the lawn ($5.00!!!!) as long as there aren't any freaky ultra-religious camp counselors chanting Jesusness all night. The Whitecaps lost, but still the free beer and Dipping Dots and conversation was nice. Saturday night we had to attend a wedding no one wanted to attend. I was instructed to start feeling sick early on in the reception as I was the only one who wasn't really family. Thankfully it was unnecessary to put my past acting skills to the test as it turned out to be pretty fun. Especially after a previously thought to be dry wedding ended up being a kegger! And I was only asked once if and when we were going to get engaged. I was diplomatic. The best part of the weekend was finally getting closer to learning all the cousins names and who belongs to whom and all of that.
We treated ourselves yesterday by going to see Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix. Now, I'm a hypercritical movie watcher. Go back a couple of years and check out my post-Oscar post if you don't know what I mean. But once again going in with really low expectations paid off. I thought it was a close 2nd to Azkaban. Really. It was exciting and visually interesting and one is able to get really geeked out especially during the Dumbledore's Army practicing scenes. They left out alot, but honestly? Who needs to see yet.another.quidditch.match?
Not me.
This week is chock full of The Half Blood Prince in anticipation of the new book coming out Saturday. Hopefully, I'll finally get to see Raleigh tomorrow night. And hopefully he'll bring that sweet bottle of Jameson we all signed last time we saw each other. And hopefully we'll get up relatively early so I can take him out for breakfast and to the farmers market. And hopefully I'll make it through Saturday at work without someone ruining the Deathly Hallows for me. And hopefully I'll get up early Sunday and read it straight through. And hopefully Harry will die and J.K. Rowling will give me the ending I'm looking for.
Good weekend of Berghoefing. We went to a Whitecaps game Friday night and got to sit above the unwashed masses in a box compliments of a very wealthy uncle who rented it for the night. I actually can't wait to go back and sit on the lawn ($5.00!!!!) as long as there aren't any freaky ultra-religious camp counselors chanting Jesusness all night. The Whitecaps lost, but still the free beer and Dipping Dots and conversation was nice. Saturday night we had to attend a wedding no one wanted to attend. I was instructed to start feeling sick early on in the reception as I was the only one who wasn't really family. Thankfully it was unnecessary to put my past acting skills to the test as it turned out to be pretty fun. Especially after a previously thought to be dry wedding ended up being a kegger! And I was only asked once if and when we were going to get engaged. I was diplomatic. The best part of the weekend was finally getting closer to learning all the cousins names and who belongs to whom and all of that.
We treated ourselves yesterday by going to see Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix. Now, I'm a hypercritical movie watcher. Go back a couple of years and check out my post-Oscar post if you don't know what I mean. But once again going in with really low expectations paid off. I thought it was a close 2nd to Azkaban. Really. It was exciting and visually interesting and one is able to get really geeked out especially during the Dumbledore's Army practicing scenes. They left out alot, but honestly? Who needs to see yet.another.quidditch.match?
Not me.
This week is chock full of The Half Blood Prince in anticipation of the new book coming out Saturday. Hopefully, I'll finally get to see Raleigh tomorrow night. And hopefully he'll bring that sweet bottle of Jameson we all signed last time we saw each other. And hopefully we'll get up relatively early so I can take him out for breakfast and to the farmers market. And hopefully I'll make it through Saturday at work without someone ruining the Deathly Hallows for me. And hopefully I'll get up early Sunday and read it straight through. And hopefully Harry will die and J.K. Rowling will give me the ending I'm looking for.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
did you know that it's possible to bike 4 miles and walk 2 on no sleep?!
I occasionally suffer from insomnia. There usually isn't a pattern other than my head being full of stuff--work, books, politics, a poem....Last night was the first night in almost a week where the sleeping weather was outstanding and I?
Couldn't sleep. At all. Tired? Check. No caffeine? Check. But my head was full indeed! So I ended up with about an hour and a half of sleep before deciding it was stupid to just keep laying there. 5am found me making coffee and breakfast and editing some poetry and waiting for 8am so I could farmers market. I biked down for the first time and it worked out well aside from needing a basket or rack on the back for everything as my bag was just not sufficient. I also learned just how important it is to get there early as today there was eggplant!!!!!!! I snagged 2 and have a plan to make this grilled eggplant Parmesan dish tomorrow night. I also caved and bought peaches. I still think it's a little early, but I couldn't help myself as I'm starting to get a little sick of blueberries. I'm not, however, over my cherry obsession and keep finding really yummy varieties--Saturday I got some golden cherries and today I picked Rainers--a sort of blush colored cherry. I keep threatening to buy tart cherries and make cobbler but I just don't have time this week to make that happen.
I was home by 9:15, unpacked and got this crazy idea I had time to make bbq "chicken", mashed potatoes, and fresh steamed broccoli for lunch before work. Had I not gotten distracted by scrubbing my kitchen which turned into scrubbing my bathroom which turned into dusting and killing spiders which turned into vacuuming, I probably would have had time. I actually made everything, but ended up with about 5 minutes to eat, 10 minutes to shower, and 25 minutes to walk 2 miles.
This superstar totally made it to work on time!
So here I sit surrounded by Harry Potter trivia answers to go through, a ginormous stack of donations to go through, and a slightly sleep-deprived befuddled mind to work with.
And I'm slightly hysterical as in everything is hilariously funny.
I'm guessing I'll sleep just fine tonight.
Couldn't sleep. At all. Tired? Check. No caffeine? Check. But my head was full indeed! So I ended up with about an hour and a half of sleep before deciding it was stupid to just keep laying there. 5am found me making coffee and breakfast and editing some poetry and waiting for 8am so I could farmers market. I biked down for the first time and it worked out well aside from needing a basket or rack on the back for everything as my bag was just not sufficient. I also learned just how important it is to get there early as today there was eggplant!!!!!!! I snagged 2 and have a plan to make this grilled eggplant Parmesan dish tomorrow night. I also caved and bought peaches. I still think it's a little early, but I couldn't help myself as I'm starting to get a little sick of blueberries. I'm not, however, over my cherry obsession and keep finding really yummy varieties--Saturday I got some golden cherries and today I picked Rainers--a sort of blush colored cherry. I keep threatening to buy tart cherries and make cobbler but I just don't have time this week to make that happen.
I was home by 9:15, unpacked and got this crazy idea I had time to make bbq "chicken", mashed potatoes, and fresh steamed broccoli for lunch before work. Had I not gotten distracted by scrubbing my kitchen which turned into scrubbing my bathroom which turned into dusting and killing spiders which turned into vacuuming, I probably would have had time. I actually made everything, but ended up with about 5 minutes to eat, 10 minutes to shower, and 25 minutes to walk 2 miles.
This superstar totally made it to work on time!
So here I sit surrounded by Harry Potter trivia answers to go through, a ginormous stack of donations to go through, and a slightly sleep-deprived befuddled mind to work with.
And I'm slightly hysterical as in everything is hilariously funny.
I'm guessing I'll sleep just fine tonight.
Friday, July 06, 2007
short soapbox moment
I haven't always been weird about food. I have many a memory happily eating spam and velveeta. I really used to love canned corned beef hash. And Sunday night dinner (the fend for yourself if you want anything other than a huge bowl of popcorn night) wasn't complete without a bacon and mayo sammidge on gushy white bread.
I spent my lunch hour reading about the impending Farm Bill. What a mess. Here's the USDA Farm Bill site and here's a decent action guide though we're already fast approaching the debating stage. Please please please start thinking about where your food comes from. It is less destructive to the environment to buy local. It's helpful economically for your community to buy directly from the grower if at all possible. It is healthier for you to eat what's in season. I ain't claiming to be no saint. I rely on big bad farms from California during the winter (though someday I'm going to get me a huge freezer and just spend the summer putting up produce) and I like to indulge my love of junk food like everyone else. But consider trying to spend the majority of your grocery bill locally. It's not more expensive, it's just more time. In fact, my weekly grocery bill has dropped 30% since I started shopping at the farmer's market.
Climbing down off my soapbox...
So, it's Friday. It's been a rough couple of nights of sleeping so I'm not sure what's going to be happening this weekend. Tomorrow morning I'm farmer's marketing and it's a big one as I'm almost out of produce. Tonight's supper will consist of some lettuce, some beets, some feta and whatever else I can scrounge about. Plus, once again, I'm completely out of fruit. And everyone knows how much I hate to be completely out of fruit. I have some writing and reading I'd like to get done. I'll have no choice but to flee to a movie theater at some point as temperatures are supposed to hit 90 degrees Sunday and Transformers and Ratatouille are both out. I might get to see Raleigh. Or I might not.
That's it. That's my plan.
I spent my lunch hour reading about the impending Farm Bill. What a mess. Here's the USDA Farm Bill site and here's a decent action guide though we're already fast approaching the debating stage. Please please please start thinking about where your food comes from. It is less destructive to the environment to buy local. It's helpful economically for your community to buy directly from the grower if at all possible. It is healthier for you to eat what's in season. I ain't claiming to be no saint. I rely on big bad farms from California during the winter (though someday I'm going to get me a huge freezer and just spend the summer putting up produce) and I like to indulge my love of junk food like everyone else. But consider trying to spend the majority of your grocery bill locally. It's not more expensive, it's just more time. In fact, my weekly grocery bill has dropped 30% since I started shopping at the farmer's market.
Climbing down off my soapbox...
So, it's Friday. It's been a rough couple of nights of sleeping so I'm not sure what's going to be happening this weekend. Tomorrow morning I'm farmer's marketing and it's a big one as I'm almost out of produce. Tonight's supper will consist of some lettuce, some beets, some feta and whatever else I can scrounge about. Plus, once again, I'm completely out of fruit. And everyone knows how much I hate to be completely out of fruit. I have some writing and reading I'd like to get done. I'll have no choice but to flee to a movie theater at some point as temperatures are supposed to hit 90 degrees Sunday and Transformers and Ratatouille are both out. I might get to see Raleigh. Or I might not.
That's it. That's my plan.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
i done stared down a fear, yo
Last night found me hanging out in the dugout (that really creepy outbuilding that's off the lawn by the fire pit) drinking Founder's IPA (compliments of the brand spanking new growler I purchased!), watching an artist chisel away at a stone sculpture (seriously this is INSANE. It began as a big old block of limestone and now is shaped like a woman), teaching someone how to purl, and just generally hanging out. Sounds pretty innocuous, right? Well, there were 2 big things that occurred.
1. There was a mummified dead bird lying not 5 feet from where I was sitting and I didn't freak out.
2. I spotted a swooping bat, pointed it out to everyone and remained calm. Really calm. I mean, creepily calm. I even talked someone down from a possible freak out--"Nothing to worry about just remain calm he's way more freaked out than you are he really doesn't want to be in here and no he can't see in the traditional sense, but honestly flailing around will only confuse him more so just ignore him as he won't hit you seriously it's no big deal he'll probably just find his way out plus he's eating all the huge moths that are attracted by the light and as no one's spent any time in this building for probably 30 years or so there are generations of animals that are confused and freaked out by our presence be cool!" It was zen, man. Completely zen. I am someone who 10 years ago locked herself in a bathroom while other's dealt with a bat situation. I am someone who 25 years ago threw yogurt in the air and ran screaming because a bat was in the house.
I kill spiders with my bare hands. I calmly squish many legged centipedes between small squares of toilet paper. I do not run screaming in the presence of bats.
I know. It's weird.
Oh and I survived HP. Only 83 people were in attendance (holiday week we're thinking), but we had some kids dress up and everyone had a great time. The Sentinel covered it and will be back Thursday night to follow up for a story that should be out next week sometime.
Erinbone Press is back in action! Thanks to my Mom casually mentioning to her sister that I was in the market for a manual typewriter, I am now in possession of a Smith Corona Galaxie. It's awesome. And oddly a fun party tool. I mean, it's no Wii or anything, but hanging out with a bunch of cool people, listening to records and taking turns typing up whatever comes to mind can make for a good night. AND I talked to the infamous Shadetree about my ideas/visions/insane notions regarding a press and he reminded me he's an engineer. An engineer who completely loved the idea for said press and is interested in designing/helping me make some sort of press device. It won't be ready for the first run I'm hoping to do by Christmas, but for a spring something we might be in business. I used to be hesitant about talking to people about my crazy ideas, but the number one thing I learned from my Aunt and Uncle in Colorado was to talk it to death. You never know who you're going to meet who can help you on your way. They were completely right.
Tomorrow is Independence Day. I'm not exactly sure what I'll be doing. There was discussion of going to see the Transformers. There was discussion of heading to GR to hang with some peeps up there. There was discussion of the beach. There was discussion of dinner with some parents. Regardless, I will most definitely spend some time meditating on the birth of this great nation--the brilliance of our forefathers to create 3 equal branches of government--the outstanding example of democracy the current administration projects throughout the world--
I heard he was at a 26% approval rating. 26% and he still commutes Libby's sentence. 26% and the Supreme Court spends the week raping the Constitution. 26% and Cheney won't turn over documents.
Happy Fourth of July, America.
1. There was a mummified dead bird lying not 5 feet from where I was sitting and I didn't freak out.
2. I spotted a swooping bat, pointed it out to everyone and remained calm. Really calm. I mean, creepily calm. I even talked someone down from a possible freak out--"Nothing to worry about just remain calm he's way more freaked out than you are he really doesn't want to be in here and no he can't see in the traditional sense, but honestly flailing around will only confuse him more so just ignore him as he won't hit you seriously it's no big deal he'll probably just find his way out plus he's eating all the huge moths that are attracted by the light and as no one's spent any time in this building for probably 30 years or so there are generations of animals that are confused and freaked out by our presence be cool!" It was zen, man. Completely zen. I am someone who 10 years ago locked herself in a bathroom while other's dealt with a bat situation. I am someone who 25 years ago threw yogurt in the air and ran screaming because a bat was in the house.
I kill spiders with my bare hands. I calmly squish many legged centipedes between small squares of toilet paper. I do not run screaming in the presence of bats.
I know. It's weird.
Oh and I survived HP. Only 83 people were in attendance (holiday week we're thinking), but we had some kids dress up and everyone had a great time. The Sentinel covered it and will be back Thursday night to follow up for a story that should be out next week sometime.
Erinbone Press is back in action! Thanks to my Mom casually mentioning to her sister that I was in the market for a manual typewriter, I am now in possession of a Smith Corona Galaxie. It's awesome. And oddly a fun party tool. I mean, it's no Wii or anything, but hanging out with a bunch of cool people, listening to records and taking turns typing up whatever comes to mind can make for a good night. AND I talked to the infamous Shadetree about my ideas/visions/insane notions regarding a press and he reminded me he's an engineer. An engineer who completely loved the idea for said press and is interested in designing/helping me make some sort of press device. It won't be ready for the first run I'm hoping to do by Christmas, but for a spring something we might be in business. I used to be hesitant about talking to people about my crazy ideas, but the number one thing I learned from my Aunt and Uncle in Colorado was to talk it to death. You never know who you're going to meet who can help you on your way. They were completely right.
Tomorrow is Independence Day. I'm not exactly sure what I'll be doing. There was discussion of going to see the Transformers. There was discussion of heading to GR to hang with some peeps up there. There was discussion of the beach. There was discussion of dinner with some parents. Regardless, I will most definitely spend some time meditating on the birth of this great nation--the brilliance of our forefathers to create 3 equal branches of government--the outstanding example of democracy the current administration projects throughout the world--
I heard he was at a 26% approval rating. 26% and he still commutes Libby's sentence. 26% and the Supreme Court spends the week raping the Constitution. 26% and Cheney won't turn over documents.
Happy Fourth of July, America.
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