- ascetic
- elucidated
- ignoble
- taqueria
- evanescence
- semiotician
- pedantry
- rapt
- voluble
- probity
- aboriginal
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Vocabulary
Every now and then, usually when reading Chabon, I'll make a vocabulary list. These words aren't necessarily ones of which I don't know their meaning, but words that I've never used in my writing. This list comes from Michael Chabon's twenty-page short story, A Model World.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
A Bone to Pick.
Why, why, why, dear grocers, have you forsaken me? Both my local Safeway and Giant have stopped carrying RC Cola. I can buy the 2-Liter bottles, yes, but cans? Oh, no, Miss Ray, you can't have cans. They have Diet Rite (made by RC's parent company), but Royal Crown? No. I settled for Mr. Pibb on my Saturday grocery run.
In other news, my upstairs neighbor is currently moving out. Currently, because at this moment, she's loading her bed into a pickup truck parked in the front yard. So that's what it looks like. I won't miss that bed at all. Hours of pleasure for her, months of insomnia/insanity for me. I wish her and her bed the best in their future together.
In other news, my upstairs neighbor is currently moving out. Currently, because at this moment, she's loading her bed into a pickup truck parked in the front yard. So that's what it looks like. I won't miss that bed at all. Hours of pleasure for her, months of insomnia/insanity for me. I wish her and her bed the best in their future together.
Monday, August 28, 2006
Did You Know...
If left long enough (in my desk drawer) that Green Clover & Aloe lotion from Bath & Body Works separates. It's like those toys you see in giftshops that make contained waves of blues and reds, oil and vinegar-like, except this was in a bottle and was green and a little gross and probably wouldn't remind anyone of the ocean.
Books read this week:
Fahrenheit 451
Werewolves In Their Youth
Me Talk Pretty One Day (halfway through)
Girl's night with Theresa was fun. Saturday we went into Arlington to the Metro Diner to eat and gab.
Sunday I worked on my secret project and ran some errands. Bought the cat a new toy, we'll call him Mr. Chicken. I'll post the video to You Tube soon.
Books read this week:
Fahrenheit 451
Werewolves In Their Youth
Me Talk Pretty One Day (halfway through)
Girl's night with Theresa was fun. Saturday we went into Arlington to the Metro Diner to eat and gab.
Sunday I worked on my secret project and ran some errands. Bought the cat a new toy, we'll call him Mr. Chicken. I'll post the video to You Tube soon.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
A Quandary.
Is it cheating if I took a break from reading The Lord of the Rings and read Fahrenheit 451?
Just wondering.
Just wondering.
Monday, August 21, 2006
National Portrait Gallery
Aaron and I went to the newly re-opened National Portrait Gallery. It's so full of information it made my head hurt-- and I'm a sucker for this kind of stuff! This is a place to be done in stages, otherwise it becomes quite overwhelming. Whew.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Update, Illustrated.
BR, Cherie, Bennett and I saw Los Lobos on July 30th at Belmont:
Bennett, BR, and Cherie.
Thursday August 3, Aaron and I caught Sleater-Kinney's rescheduled show at the 9:30 Club. It was almost a three hour show, two encores. I'm going to miss these girls. The best part of the show was when Carrie and Corin sang Buy Her Candy while Janet was replacing her broken snare. Don't think they've done that song at a show before. Maybe.
August 5-13, I spent with my Dad and two of my brothers in Florida helping out at my Grandmother's house; we replaced the carport ceiling. Danny kicking down the old drywall:
The finished product:
Dad and James working out in the shop:
Mine and Danny's cars in the side garage:
Me, Danny, James, and Grandma before we left:
Don't ask why I took a pitcure of the mangroves; crossing Tampa Bay:
On our way home we stopped by to visit my other grandmother in Ocala; Danny, me, Mimi, and James:
Bennett, BR, and Cherie.
Thursday August 3, Aaron and I caught Sleater-Kinney's rescheduled show at the 9:30 Club. It was almost a three hour show, two encores. I'm going to miss these girls. The best part of the show was when Carrie and Corin sang Buy Her Candy while Janet was replacing her broken snare. Don't think they've done that song at a show before. Maybe.
August 5-13, I spent with my Dad and two of my brothers in Florida helping out at my Grandmother's house; we replaced the carport ceiling. Danny kicking down the old drywall:
The finished product:
Dad and James working out in the shop:
Mine and Danny's cars in the side garage:
Me, Danny, James, and Grandma before we left:
Don't ask why I took a pitcure of the mangroves; crossing Tampa Bay:
On our way home we stopped by to visit my other grandmother in Ocala; Danny, me, Mimi, and James:
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
What's Mine is Yours
Aaron held me close and kissed my head. He said everything was going to be OK and that I shouldn't get too upset; things like this happen. He kissed my head again and rubbed my back.
I was on the verge of tears as I held onto the iron railing at our usual balcony spot at the 9:30 Club last night. Aaron and I had seen them every year since we had been together, but last night was going to be different; they were saying good-bye to us.
I can say whole-heartedly that Sleater-Kinney is my favorite band. This summer they announced that after their tour ended in August they would part ways (an "indefinite hiatus" as they say in the biz). Aaron bought tickets to their August 1st show the second they went on sale. They sold out in 19 minutes.
The show was going to be awesome and I was excited; maybe the crowd would be different than last time, too. The first time we saw Sleater-Kinney, the audience was full of normal folks like us, just there in jeans and t-shirts and not 'done up,' if you will. We were singing and rocking along with fellow students, there was a large LBGT showing, and even some of our former professors were there. Summer 2005, the demographic shifted, the crowd was younger and laiden with Busted-Tees and strange mod-like gear; everything exuded eye-liner and hipsterness.
Last night, everything was back to normal; the 9:30 Club felt comfortable (even our old professor was there) and I was ready to see my girls one last time. That is, until it happened.
The Rogers Sisters just finished their (horrible) set, when a 9:30 Club staff member took the stage and made the announcement: Another staff member had noticed smoke billowing out of a grate near the front of the club, the fire department was called and they discovered that one of the club's main transformers was teetering on the edge of disaster. The Fire Marshall ordered the building shut down and the audience evacuated.
I stood there, stunned. No. What about saying goodbye? I want to see Carrie move with her guitar and yell in her Carrie Brownstein voice, hear Corin's ups and downs, shake my head with Janet while she's kicking the drums. This can't be happening. We stood there until a staff member told us we really needed to get out. They said something about rescheduling-- how could they when the tour (and the band) ends in a week?
Aaron reassured me, "That transformer's No Rock n' Roll Fun."
The show is rescheduled for tomorrow, the girls are playing New York tonight and coming back to play DC. I'll get to say goodbye after all.
Sit down, honey, let's kill some time.
Rest your head on this heart of mine.
Tell me, honey, cause you look so blue...
Just how did they, did they get to you?
I'm gonna spend it
Yours and mine.
Someone's in the kitchen
Cooking hearts over the stove
Don't lie to me, never say goodbye to me
I don't want to be here alone
Someone's at the front door
Selling Band-Aids for our sores
You can bleed it, as long as they don't see it
I'm not going to be ignored
Come on darling, let's hang around.
Let's wreck their precious, their perfect town.
If it's all a dirty shame,
I'm gonna do it night and day.
Did you ever get the feeling
That you don't belong
Said the teacher in the classroom
I think there's something wrong
But your desks are too heavy
And your walls are too white
Your rules are all wrong
And it's either run of fight
But I'm still running
I'm still running
Sit down, honey, let's kill some time.
Rest your head on this heart of mine.
Come on darling, let's hang around.
Let's wreck their precious, their perfect town.
If it's all a waste of time
I'm gonna spend it
Yours and mine.
I was on the verge of tears as I held onto the iron railing at our usual balcony spot at the 9:30 Club last night. Aaron and I had seen them every year since we had been together, but last night was going to be different; they were saying good-bye to us.
I can say whole-heartedly that Sleater-Kinney is my favorite band. This summer they announced that after their tour ended in August they would part ways (an "indefinite hiatus" as they say in the biz). Aaron bought tickets to their August 1st show the second they went on sale. They sold out in 19 minutes.
The show was going to be awesome and I was excited; maybe the crowd would be different than last time, too. The first time we saw Sleater-Kinney, the audience was full of normal folks like us, just there in jeans and t-shirts and not 'done up,' if you will. We were singing and rocking along with fellow students, there was a large LBGT showing, and even some of our former professors were there. Summer 2005, the demographic shifted, the crowd was younger and laiden with Busted-Tees and strange mod-like gear; everything exuded eye-liner and hipsterness.
Last night, everything was back to normal; the 9:30 Club felt comfortable (even our old professor was there) and I was ready to see my girls one last time. That is, until it happened.
The Rogers Sisters just finished their (horrible) set, when a 9:30 Club staff member took the stage and made the announcement: Another staff member had noticed smoke billowing out of a grate near the front of the club, the fire department was called and they discovered that one of the club's main transformers was teetering on the edge of disaster. The Fire Marshall ordered the building shut down and the audience evacuated.
I stood there, stunned. No. What about saying goodbye? I want to see Carrie move with her guitar and yell in her Carrie Brownstein voice, hear Corin's ups and downs, shake my head with Janet while she's kicking the drums. This can't be happening. We stood there until a staff member told us we really needed to get out. They said something about rescheduling-- how could they when the tour (and the band) ends in a week?
Aaron reassured me, "That transformer's No Rock n' Roll Fun."
The show is rescheduled for tomorrow, the girls are playing New York tonight and coming back to play DC. I'll get to say goodbye after all.
Sit down, honey, let's kill some time.
Rest your head on this heart of mine.
Tell me, honey, cause you look so blue...
Just how did they, did they get to you?
I'm gonna spend it
Yours and mine.
Someone's in the kitchen
Cooking hearts over the stove
Don't lie to me, never say goodbye to me
I don't want to be here alone
Someone's at the front door
Selling Band-Aids for our sores
You can bleed it, as long as they don't see it
I'm not going to be ignored
Come on darling, let's hang around.
Let's wreck their precious, their perfect town.
If it's all a dirty shame,
I'm gonna do it night and day.
Did you ever get the feeling
That you don't belong
Said the teacher in the classroom
I think there's something wrong
But your desks are too heavy
And your walls are too white
Your rules are all wrong
And it's either run of fight
But I'm still running
I'm still running
Sit down, honey, let's kill some time.
Rest your head on this heart of mine.
Come on darling, let's hang around.
Let's wreck their precious, their perfect town.
If it's all a waste of time
I'm gonna spend it
Yours and mine.
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