Upcoming.

Feb 16: Lily Allen
Mar 4: Scissor Sisters
Mar 6: Badly Drawn Boy
Mar 10: Flogging Molly at Shamrock Fest
Mar 20: Pete Yorn
Apr 7: Anti-Flag

Apparently, I like going to shows.

The Problem with Dress Pants.

Like most people in the Washington, DC area, I have to dress for work. I usually wear a pair of slacks, a collared shirt, and a cardigan, blazer, or another sweater. All mix and match, so I have plenty of combinations. I'm the most under-dressed person in my office because I don't wear a suit. Why don't I? Because suits are lame. No, not really. I don't wear suits because I bought them while I still had some college weight on, and now that it's gone, nothing fits. And I need to find a good tailor.

I wear pants because I do a lot of walking. I walk from the Metro station in Foggy Bottom to my office every day-- rain, snow, or deep freeze (like now). When it's warmer out, I walk from my apartment to the Metro station where I live, but the coldness has changed everything.

Dress pants are good for some things. They're oddly comfortable, easy to move around in, and they make your butt look good, but that's just my opinion.

But, dress pants also get wrinkled easily, they pick up all kinds of lint, and when it's cold outside, it's like you're running around in just your under-roos. The reason I hate dress pants the most? They have a normal waist or come up just below the waist, making whoever is wearing them, no matter how skinny or in-shape they are, look about three or four months pregnant.

And this is why I hate dressing up for work. No, I'm not expecting. But thanks for asking.

Readings.

I just finished reading Hamlet for the 80-zillionth time on the train this morning. It's one of my favorite pieces of literature.

I'm trying to finish Reading Lolita in Tehran, but the author is starting to annoy me.

I've also been reading Running with Scissors, but I don't quite find it as hysterical, or even funny for that matter, as the critics claim.

Since I finished Hamlet, I'm down to two books, which means I need a third. I know, reading three at a time is slightly insane, but it's what I do. Suggestions welcome.


Note: My backpack is a veritable bookmobile.

My life has turned into a series of bulleted lists.

My trip to Columbus, GA:

Friday, January 12, 2007
• Caught a cab from work at 1pm
• Raining
• Checked in and ready for my 4:30 flight to Detroit by 1:35, brilliant
• Option to volunteer my seat for $300, but falls through
• Celebrity sightings: Question Mark Man that does the infomercials—he was wearing a bright red suit covered in yellow question marks, I wonder if this man has any normal clothing; Senator Debbie Stabenow (yes, I had to look her up) from Michigan
• Landed with ten minutes to get to my next flight; all well and good, except when you land at gate 5 and you take off from gate 49; grabbed an eight-dollar turkey sandwich on the way
• Flight to the ATL
• I need a drink; Bloody Mary mix: 83% of your daily sodium allowance
• Celebrity sightings: Bizarre from Eminem’s D12 on the flight to Atlanta with his posse…and their Louis Vuitton luggage…they sat ten rows behind me in Coach
• Couldn’t find the shuttle station at the airport; after a couple futile calls, got in touch with Nancy and she walked me through the directions
• Loading the shuttle van, one guy forgot to duck before boarding the van; I’m sure he may have gotten a concussion…and I really did try to hide my laughter
• 2 hour drive to Columbus with strangers
• Sigur Ros’ Taak album and somehow making it the soundtrack to my life
• Getting a big hug from Nancy when we pulled into the shuttle lot at Midnight; I’d have arrived an hour earlier had I driven down instead of flown.

Saturday, January 13, 2007
• Woke up and went to what seemed to be the World’s Longest Strip Mall
• Atlanta Bread Company for coffee and pastries (I had an apple danish….mmmm a Danish…like Hamlet)
• Stopped by AC Moore for some yarn and knitting needles; Nancy is my Guru
• Drove to Ft. Benning and got the tour; stopped at the PX and gawked at the cheapness
• Went to Boo’s Package store and bought some Abita beer (Abita Amber is one of my FAVORITES) and some Negra Modelo...along with some Blue Moon, Blue Springs (Atlanta local beer), Abita Purple Haze, and a few others I’ve forgotten
• Publix fried chicken and eating it on Nan’s back deck
• Spent the afternoon learning to knit and relaxing with one of my best friends
• Met up with some of Nan’s friends at Houlihan’s restaurant in downtown Columbus; long wait and a messed up order means free dinner and three free rounds of drinks; plus I’ve never laughed so much with strangers in my entire life…unless you count that one time at Mardi Gras—ha
• Playing Scene-It with the gang back at the house and drinking the previously purchased beer

Sunday, January 14, 2007
• Cup of tea in the morning
• Went to Ft. Benning again; drove through the Airborne school’s towers, etc.
• Had Sonic for lunch; first time at Sonic in four years: CHERRY LIMEADE and Cheddar Peppers, AND tots
• Took a nap after all that Sonic; Cherry limeades are another reason I should move back to the South
• Starbucks run and The Boondock Saints, which I had never seen—yeah, I know
• Trivial Pursuit and Mythbusters

Monday, January 15, 2007
• Leftover fried chicken and an Abita beer before I head to the airport
• Packed shuttle bus and Nancy waving goodbye
• Atlanta security/TSA lines are insane
• Trading flirtatious glances with fellow travelers
• Flight to Detroit delayed over an hour; have to rebook my flight to National (they still make me fly through Detroit)
• Watching CNN and wondering if the ice storm that’s sweeping the Midwest will mess up anything else that afternoon
• I need a drink; Cape Codder it is (Vodka and Cranberry)
• Get to Detroit in enough time to call my parents and realize that my plane was boarding
• Last flight to DC from Detroit
• Turbulent flight; you get that same feeling in your gut that you get doing jumps when you mountain bike…although landing’s different…and then you wonder if your parents and friends know what you want done when you die
• I need a drink; Bailey’s and Coffee—Flight Attendant: “That smells SO good…”
• Was on the Virginia-side of the plane when we landed
• Annoying woman panicking that she and her husband were at the wrong baggage claim (there are only two in our terminal) even though we’re all standing at the Northwest carousel and we’re all from the same flight
• $35 cab ride home
• And crash; up early for work the next day



When you spend the weekend with an old friend, you have nothing to prove, you don’t always have to be doing something, and you can just relax because you enjoy their company more than anything else.

Dirty, dirty South.

This weekend, I'm boarding an airplane, connecting in Detroit, and landing in Atlanta, Georgia. Then I'm hoping a shuttle and riding to the Georgia/Alabama border to rescue my friend Nancy who lives near Ft. Benning in Columbus, GA.

Nancy and I have been friends since our second day at Tulane when we both started college there in 2001. We met in line for the River Boat cruise and haven't been able to get rid of each other since. I'm not taking too much credit, but I also introduced her to her now-husband. HA.



Looking forward to good times.

Our West Virginia Adventure.

I'd never been to West Virginia before and I was told Harper's Ferry didn't count. We stayed at the Golden Anchor Cabins in Dryfork. Because there was a problem with the hot tub the day we were supposed to check-in, the owner gave us one of our nights for free. The hot tub ended up working the entire time! The cabin was huge and clean and the view was amazing, I'll try to see if I can snag some photos of the place from Carl and Melissa. We originally planned to go skiing, but since the weather's been so warm, there isn't any snow on the ground. We spent Saturday hiking and exploring the Cannaan Valley and Smoke Hole area.


Started out at Blackwater Falls.


Joe, Cintia, Kate, Carl, Melissa, and Luke


goofball.


Then we went to Smoke Hole Caverns.


Whoa.


All of us again.


Stopped at a park with a great view of Seneca Rocks. Melissa and I took a walk and saw some fat beagles and met some nice horses.


Then we drove to the foot of Seneca Rocks...


And raced boats in the creek.


The sun started to go down...


So we crossed the footbridge...


And walked back to the car.


And then returned to the cabin to recupe.

Top 25.

My top 25 songs of 2006, according to my iTunes.

1. The Test, The Chemical Brothers w/ Richard Ashcroft
2. Burn That Broken Bed, Iron & Wine w/ Calexico
3. Wonderwall, Oasis
4. Break Me Gently, Doves
5. Nursery Rhyme Breather, U.N.K.L.E with Badly Drawn Boy
6. Portions for Foxes, Rilo Kiley
7. I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You, Colin Hay
8. St. Petersburg, Supergrass
9. The Blower's Daughter, Damien Rice
10. Never Wanna See You Cry, The Verve
11. Caring is Creepy, The Shins
12. 16, Maybe Less, Iron & Wine w/ Calexico
13. Drunken Lullabies, Flogging Molly
14. Middle of Nowhere, Hot Hot Heat
15. Angel of Harlem, U2
16. You're Beautiful, James Blunt
17. Cold Hands Warm Heart, Brendan Benson
18. Liquefy, The Servant
19. Back On My Feet Again, The Verve
20. Cold Blooded Old Times, (Smog)
21. Lonely Soul, U.N.K.L.E. w/ Richard Ashcroft
22. Mercy Me, Alkaline Trio
23. Sympathetic Noose, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
24. 500 Miles, The Proclaimers
25. Casimir Pulaski Day, Sufjan Stevens

Year in Review.

There are places I'll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more

Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more



I welcome 2007 with an open heart and an open mind. Let's go on this next great adventure together, shall we?

Huh.

So, I caught myself listening to Madonna's Confessions on a Dancefloor album. And liking it. Whoa.

In other news:

-New job is going well. Doing a lot of writing and meeting a lot of people.
-Today was 'bottle of Bailey's for everyone!' day
-It's nice to work with people in my 'age bracket'
-Less than two weeks until Christmas
-Reconnecting with old friends back home
-My friend Miah's back from Iraq. Back in Alaska, but back from Iraq
-Getting more and more excited about my trip to Columbus, GA next month to visit my bestests

This is my last free weekend until the end of January: Christmas, New Years, Cabin trip in WV, and then flying to the ATL. Whoa, busy.

I'm Still Alive, Promise!

Need to Recupe.

I need to rethink the weekends. With my old job, I could go all out and spend my week at work recovering. Now, with my new position, I need the weekend to recover from the job itself. I have a feeling this is going to be a learning process.

Friday:
-Holiday!
-Returned sweaters at Tysons (apparently, I'm a small now)
-Went to Fair Oaks with Joe and Joey
-Dinner at Ruby Tuesday
-Laughing at ice skaters at Pentagon City with Joe and John (hilarity)

Saturday:
-Best waste of a day ever
-Slept in
-Cleaned the kitchen and living room
-Watched Infernal Affairs
-Took a nap
-Mallory's house for girls' night
-Rainy
-3am trip towards Richmond with Curtis for the hell of it

Sunday:
-Still rainy
-Parents' house
-Laundry
-Chicken for dinner
-My mommy loves me and bought me nice mixing bowls
-Phone call from an old friend who I haven't talked to in years

Writing.

I wrote this when I was 17 and it got me into college. When I was 19 it was published in our college journal. I didn't want to write until after I was 21. Don't worry, there are no typos.

Run With It
Katherine L. "Katy" Ray
2000


and then there were none we walked to the edge and stepped off hand in hand foot in mouth we walked to the edge and let our worries soar our emotions were canned and we flew away from hostility away from hospitality- towards the light at the end of the chunnel that attacked the fish in the big monstrous swamp mess in florida ripe grapefruit take it with a knife that has no blade runner through the vert ramp to heaven for wheelchair access the backstage tour by those roadies who drank the booze at that party your heart out damn spot the dog with three heads guarding the underworld that took my heart attack on a plate at home full of goodness and desire what you may i mother goose swimming in the pond you crossed to get here is where you are fish really that color inside the lines on the highway violated by multivehicle accidents happen and so do you asked who i was a teenage someone has my teddy bear in the wilderness hunted and tranquilized in the hospital visit stole my dignity that was you are an idiot living in a village encountered by the witch of the west side rules the night club with no boys allowed to take me away with no shirt no shoes no service with an eight hour sermon by some guy not knowing right from left field the ball in the endzone where the cheerleaders cry out their eyes they open wide load ahead is that bridge over the river kwai where i learned how to breathe deeply came the night owls hooting in my window to another world peace be with you took all you could you please pass the salt water in the infinite sea shells cover lamp shades the park the car pooling mothers working for corporate junkies in the gutters as we bowl for that perfect game at wrigley field needs to be planted in one place for keeps his feet on the ground the electricity so it doesn't get your socks in the laundry should have been done but wasnt that you i saw the other night hawk searching for prey to god everyday light shines through a crack in the wall across china dishes causing a revolution that keeps lovers apart on an open tide with bleach keeps colors brighter than the sun when it rose over the river and through the wood needed to be chopped down the cherry tree when his dad wasn't looking for that special someone needs to clean the kitchen towels dry hands him the platter of orange marmalade eaten by paddington bear all that you can of chicken soup in the cupboard give the dog a bone connected to the knee bone thugs in harmony is a beautiful thing that couldnt be discovered by some guy in an alley cats have great style over the ages has changed who you were there jumping jacks was a fun game when we were kids coming out of yellow wallpaper soaked in glue yourself to me was the subject that ruled the timed writing i did for senior english is that language we speak to someone youve never met at some bar on a blind date that guy you knew in high school is done with considerations from fools come last in line and a day too late to use that coupon try again next week in maine watching the fog roll in at two in the morning breaks the shadows across my room for two but where are you told the repairman to fix the tv causes childrens brains to rot in a closet full of coats along an open subway sandwiches are great for the tasting at philbrook get drunk and pass out on the carpet full of magic that flew us into outer space bar on a key board too old to do anything much forgotten over time in my mind goes way too fast like a hare through a glen full of beauty and grace before dinner every evening time for your bath in rome does a body good for you and i arent going to that one place where the red fern grows at an unbelievable rate higher than a kite with no string keeps me tied down down down we go where we stop nobody knows me like the back of your hand me the scissors and cut out the doily used in valentine crafts made by old women cant play football is our towns national pastime through that warped tunnel underground railroad over mountains so high they kiss the stars at night sparkle quite bright and shiny new copper penny candy isnt just a penny any longer and id be dead as a doornail holding up the welcome sign that told the world to go to hell and back in the crib a child plays with a puppy likes warm milk the goat eating tin cans full of money buried in an open desert oasis full of palm trees holding a babe in swaddling clothes cause more problems than needed at that time at that place where we once met in a hole in the wall joint not for smoking is bad for you took what you wanted and left me dry the clean pants on the line for a haircut that doesn't look right then take the second left and go straight line with a slope of one half the mass of a killer whale swimming in a puddle the size of new york is where i lost you and the guys left in a hurry up and pass the tomatoes across the garden were eaten by a wild fox in a box or so i heard it from the boy next door who scared the neighbors horse throat leaves me speechless like the woman after the store was taken over in a fury is a good emotion to have you two met before the calm before the storm is a brewin off the coast to a stop and take your shoes off the record playing a song we once knew how to brush your teeth in a rush to be the first one there you were all alone and wondering how to make a change for a dollar for your thoughts cause too much trouble in a place already full of it isnt a bad thing just wait till youre married at some altar in las vegas left a sour taste in your mouth asks for a minute to freshen up a bit of time heals all wounds caused by the one who pushed me through a plate glass window opens when its hot as a day in june was when i was born and placed in the arms of the one who loved me and you walked to the edge and stepped off and then there were none

Past weeks.

I've been stressed out the past couple weeks. I may need to lay low for a while.

A While.

owasso pawn
Originally uploaded by Joe Thorn.

It's things like this that make me miss home.

Prep Work.

Big holiday weekend coming up. I love Halloween.

Yesterday, I was supposed to go MTBing with my friend Travis, but I wimped out because it was too cold. I don't have any cold-weather gear (knee warmers, full-finger gloves, etc.) so we went and got Pho instead.

Afterwards, went over to the guys house and picked Joe up for an adventure. Ended up doing some Halloween shopping at Fair City Mall. Dropped Joe off at home, then went to Party City to grab more Halloween stuff, dropped Trav back at school and headed to Chez Koucheravy.

Momma Koucheravy made dinner (or did you make it, T?) and then Theresa and I went out for even more Halloween shopping. This weekend had better be worth it. Ha.

Fun times. Oh, and costume? Still kinda secret. Kinda.

Top Five.

Favorite songs:

History, The Verve*
Portions for Foxes, Rilo Kiley
Travelin' Thru, Dolly Parton
Hotel Yorba, The White Stripes
Burn That Broken Bed, Iron & Wine w/ Calexico


*always #1

Apples!

Saturday, I went apple picking with my best friends in Syria, Virginia:

New.

There's going to be a big change in the life of Kate in the next couple weeks.

I got the job.

Never Gonna Give Up.

Dan kept asking me, "When are we going to leave? When are we going to leave?" He was excited about his first-punk-show-at-a-real-club-and-not-in-some-kid's-basement. His favorite band, Time Again, was opening for The Briggs at Jaxx Nightclub in Springfield.


Brian (no longer with the band), Daniel, Ryan, and Elijah of Time Again.

Highlights:

• Jaxx is small and it wasn't crowded, so everyone (in the bands and not) were hanging out together.
• Danny on the floor singing every word.
• Daniel Dart holding the mic to Danny singing.
• Daniel Dart all hott and stuff (my brother says Time Again are the pretty boys of punk; I have to agree).
  
• Meeting Daniel, Ryan, and Elijah from Time Again.
• Danny almost peeing his pants because of it (but not really). Conversation went like this: "Your name's Dan? My name's Dan! Yeah, I have a big sister, too."
  
• Daniel Dart touched me (score!) and we actually conversed, heh.
  
• Talking with the bassist from The Briggs.
• The Briggs apologizing to Jaxx for playing punk at a heavy metal bar.
  
• We left the club and Ryan (drummer for Time Again) wished me a good night. It was quite sweet, I thought.
• Denny's run at 2am.
• And crash at my house.

Sunday, I drove back out to Warrenton, got lunch with Phil and Dan, took a nap with the kitten (or the kitten took a nap with me) while my laundry was getting done, and spent an hour and a half driving back to Falls Church. This weekend was a definite success.

Interview downtown this afternoon, wish me luck!

Joe and Kate Dance-off 2006.

I've never laughed so much in my entire life.

Hyperbole, I know.

I'm glad there aren't any pictures.

Recently.

It's officially turned Autumn and it's chilly out. Sweatshirt weather is awesome.

I've been listening to In the Reins, the EP Iron & Wine did with Calexico and I've really been digging it. I think slide guitars can make almost anything better.



Tonight is Midnight Madness at George Mason University.

Pooped.

Yesterday was my first "day off" in a long time. Yes, I went to work yesterday, but I didn't have anything out of the ordinary planned: no appointments, no interviews, no going out with friends, nadda. Although Bennett came over to do his laundry, but I hadn't seen him in a couple weeks. Good times catching up.

So what did I do on my night off? Oh, just watched the first half of the A&E epic Pride and Prejudice, ate dinner, played with my cat (who has finally stopped hating me for being busy so much recently), and talked with Ben. That's it.

And green tea with honey is really good. FYI.

Not Lost.

This makes me so happy!

Like yesterday.

Last night I met an old friend for dinner. I'm only 23, so meeting an old friend is kind of a big deal.

My friend Valerie and I ate lunch together every day from 9th grade until we graduated high school. She was here on a business trip so we met and went out for tapas at La Tasca in Chinatown.

Maybe I've been displaced for so long, but talking and catching up and feeling so close to home 1,300 miles away...I hadn't felt that in a while.

That, and I forgot about the accent. Or I didn't notice it then.

Yay!

Biked with T-bop on Sunday and again on Monday with her and Charles.

Bikes bikes bikes bikes!

Music.

Mood this week:

Rilo Kiley
Brendan Benson (genius)
Doves (of course)
Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Sufjan


Jenny Lewis is sold out at 9:30 Club. Boo. So to make up for it, I bought my brother and I tickets to see Imogen Heap in November (his xmas present) and (for me) tickets to see OK Go the same week. I haven't been to this many shows since my Three Concerts in Four Days (Los Lobos, Sleater-Kinney show that got cancelled halfway through, and Sleater-Kinney for reals).

Whenever I'm down...

...I listen to "Ooh La La" by the Faces.

And Life is perfect again.




And it reminds me of Rushmore. That may be one reason.

Adventures a Million.

I like that I can recover from the weekend at my job.

It went like this: bowl, drink, sing, sleep, hike, chili, movie, sleep, bike, hike, drive, sleep.

Perfect.

And BR and I know how to party on the trail:



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Ball Game.

Of course my head looks huge and my smile's forced...

But I love baseball.

We beat the Phillies, 4-3.

History.

My favorite song is History by a British band called The Verve. I heard it on the internet, streaming through our 28kbps AOL dial-up connection, when I was 15 years old. At that time, I'd never had a boyfriend, I'd never been kissed, never held any one's hand, yet the song moved me so much that it actually changed me. Sitting in front of my parents old Gateway, headphones on, I sat still for a moment, taking it in, trying to understand each word and how it told its story. I think this song may have been my first experience with pain. Not the ouch kind, of course, but real, deep, unnerving pain.

At seventeen, I made my first pilgrimage to London. There, I bought the two History singles (among others). At this time, I had never bought anything over the internet, so what better way to buy imports than flying to the locale in which they're available? I thought it was quite logical. That and I could say, at 17, "Oh, that? I bought it in London."

The years went by and I got to know History; each chord, string, bar, gasp, plead, it was inside me. It still is.

I went to college and got kissed, held hands, had boyfriends. Sometimes it hurt, sometimes it didn't, but History was there for each of them. History was there for me. I became an English major and, through my classes, discovered the song is based on William Blake's London; somehow making it more important because now it was "literary" and couldn't ever be labelled a pop-hit. I think.

So, here I am, now. It's been over a year since I graduated college, I'm single again, and History is still here, a whole eight years later, and still my favorite song.

Band: The Verve, Song: History

I wander lonely streets
Behind where the old Thames does flow
And in every face I meet
Reminds me of what I have run from

In every man, in every hand
In every kiss, you understand
That living is for other men
I hope you two will understand

I've got to tell you my tale
Of how I loved and how I failed
I hope you understand
These feelings should not be in the man

In every child, in every eye
In every sky, above my head
I hope that I know
So come with me in bed
Because it's you and me, we're history
There ain't nothing left to say
When I will get you alone

Maybe we could find a room
Where we could see what we should do
Maybe you know it's true
Living with me is like keeping a fool

In every man, in every hand
In every kiss, you understand
That living is for other men
I hope you know that I am me so come on
I'm thinking about history
And I'm living for history
And I think you know I'm bound for you
Cause I am

And one and one is two
But three is company
When you're thinking about the things you do
And you're thinking about the things you do

I want to tell you my tale
How I fell in love and jumped out on my bail
I hope you understand
There's more in a smile than in a hand

In every sky, in every kiss
There's something that you might have missed
And why am I going to
A place that now belongs to you

But you were weak and so am I
Let's pick it up, let's even try
To live today, so why not smile
Don't dream away your life cause it is mine
It is mine
Is that a crime?
Is that a crime?
This life is mine

The bed ain't made but it's filled full of hope
I've got a skin full of dope
But the bed ain't made, it's filled full of hope
I've got a skin full of dope

Case in Point.

When I started writing on Kate Space in February 2005, I wasn't sure what its purpose was. Granted, there are the usual reasons for blogging: keeping in touch with family and friends, writing in a new medium, sharing my great adventures with the world...

But, at the same time, I censor myself. I don't write anything horribly offensive, try to stay apolitical, I don't share anything too personal-- I've yet to have a TMI moment on this thing...and why? For the simple fact, that I, Katy Ray (the one who hates passive voice), am a chicken.

And I don't want to be.

So, here, ladies and gentlemen, is my TMI moment of the day:
Band: Doves, Song: M62 Song

Moonshine
I'm waiting for a love that never comes
Moonshine
Wishing for a time that never was

I'm waiting for a time
For truth to call
I'm waiting for a sign
To show me all
I'm waiting for my love

Moonshine
Drinking to a love that's gone on by
Moonshine
Look into the stars as cars go by

I'm waiting for a time
For truth to call
I'm waiting for a sign
To show me all
I'm waiting for my love

I'm waiting for a time
For truth to call
I'm waiting for a sign
To show me all
I'm waiting for my love
Waiting for my love
Waiting for my love

Moonshine
I'm waiting for a love that never comes


Kate Space isn't about you anymore, it's about me.

Let's see.

My weekend technically began on Wednesday because I had nothing to do at work the rest of the week.

Thursday night I joined Abi and Theresa for the Shakespeare Theatre's presentation of Henrik Ibsen's An Enemy of the People. It was fantastic and almost made me cry...but the theatre always almost makes me cry.

Friday, I went on another adventure with Theresa-bop. She had to do car work and ended up stuck with me for the evening...trip to the mall, dinner at Potbelly's, back to chez Koucheravy, then to Carl's house, and home.

Saturday I spent the day with Mallory. Had pho for lunch, then girl time, then back to the mall, although this time it was Tyson's, Fairfax for a while talking to Curtis and Carl about hard drives (I need one), and then crashed at home.

Sunday I visited my parents, did some laundry, and checked on the new kitten. She's gained a little weight and is getting used to the house. She loves her feather wand and plays with it for hours! Mom and Dad rigged up mom's old cross-stitching gazelle to hold the wand (like a c-clamp) whenever they get tired of playing with her, and she'll still go at it for hours!

Talked to my brother Danny. He wants me to take him to a "hardcore" show down in Springfield in mid-October. I'll be hanging out with him anyway b/c it's parents' weekend at VMI and I have to babysit the kitten (and Dan), but do I really want to go to this show? I told him we play by my rules.

Things I'd like to do, but never have.

There's a lot in the world that I haven't done or seen or have been a part of. Hopefully, in the next year, I can knock some of these out.

• Ride a horse.
• Visit New York City
  
• Learn to swim.
• Ski
• Go kayaking
• Spelunking
• Visit continental Europe
• Meet Mickey Mouse
• Visit a mountain with snow on top (may fall under skiing, but I've never seen the Rockies.)
  

That's all I can come up with for now.

We're so, like, cultured. OMG.

Theresa and Ibsen make me happy!

Theresa, Abi, and I are so there. Tonight. Will be awesome.

Early.

The sky was barely turning purple when I drove into work today. Knowing the sun is about to come up is comforting somehow; seeing deep magentas from the top of a deserted Seven Corners...and what? Do you hear that? That's nothing. That's driving inside the beltway at 6am. It's quiet; there's nothing but you, your vehicle, and the tick of the light when it turns green.

And your mug of coffee if you're lucky.

It's Official!

My family has decided to keep the kitten!

Well, actually, she's six months old! The vet told us this morning during her visit. She has all her adult teeth. Besides being malnourished, she may have come from a very young mother (small cats make smaller kittens?) She goes in to be spayed in about three weeks.



Danny named her Scribbles. And he won't let us change it.

Kitten.

I rescued a kitten from traffic today. No, really:



I was stopped at a red light in Gainesville when I saw something weaving in and out of the cars stopped in the opposite side of the road. The car next to me saw it too. I realized it was a kitten! When the light turned green we both pulled over into the center median. By that time a couple cars had run over the cat dead-center but the folks in the other car were able to stop the next car it was under (it had also climbed up into the car's underbelly). By the time I had run over, the kitten was back on the pavement and mewing so loudly, "Save me! Save me!" the car's driver picked her up and thanked us for stopping her. She was on the way to the airport and I said I'd gladly take the kitten. The cat started purring the second she was snug in my arms and knew she was going to be OK.

She rode in my lap purring and kneading my legs the whole way to my parents'. We fed her, bathed her, and made her at home. She's in good shape, she's a little underfed and only a couple whiskers and some fur singed from being under the car. Mom's taking her to the vet on Tuesday and if she gets along with our cat, Dizzy, they'll keep her. She's about 12 weeks old.

I feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Graves and Swedes.

Yesterday, I volunteered for the first time at Rock Creek Park. BR picked me up and after meeting with the group at the ranger lodge, we headed down to Battleground National Cemetery to work our butts off.

Now, I'm not a big Civil War geek, but I had fun yesterday. We each cleaned one or two grave stones, lightly scrubbing and peeling back years upon years of dirt and moss, careful not to hurt the marble stone underneath. We could see the names again, of soldiers killed in the battle of Fort Stevens just up the road from us on Georgia Avenue-- Ellis, Richardson, Kennedy, Schlitzner-- faded, barely readable, but there. Boys 16, 18, 19 from New York, Maine, Pennsylvania, they were here.

We reset some of the headstones as well; dug up, hauled out, cleaned up, filled, reset to their two-foot height. Some stones had sunk so much that they were only eight inches above the ground. Some stones were double-struck, another name on the buried bottom of the stone, where the stone cutter/ingraver made a mistake, some were clean, the white marble shining up at us after the century of mud had been rinsed off.

Re-burying the stones became a huge task in itself. By the afternoon, our task-force had dwindled from forty to about ten people. A team of six reset the remaining headstones. We had a system and by 3p.m., we were done. Granted, we were dirty, sweaty, and our shoulders and legs hurt, but looking back at our work felt good. These fallen soldiers had their grave-site back after 140 years. We cleaned all 44 headstones and reset 19. We'll come back and do the rest on the next project.

BR took me home and I cleaned up, then we headed to Ashburn to pick up Cherie-- we were going to IKEA. BR took us the long way, we took White's Ferry across the Potomac. I didn't even know it existed! We got dinner at IKEA, but furniture-wise it was a bust since they didn't have what BR and Cherie wanted in stock. I, on the other hand, found a vase that works as a canister for my kitchen utensils! Yes! Finally!

We drove back through DC, listening to songs on XM's Soul Sounds channel that were full of innuendo. It was the end to a perfect day.

Old Friends.

Last night I met up with some old friends from Tulane for dinner in Georgetown. Wow, it was good to see them. Garrett and Luke I know from when I was in ROTC; Deborah and I had classes together with all the other freshman engineers. Conversation ranged from school, jobs, mutual friends, Nintendo, and Seinfeld. Excellent.

It was fun to pick up where we left off and chill out like old times.

By old times, I mean three years ago.

My Family.

We went to New Market, Virginia this weekend to see my brother James. My friend Theresa tagged along and snapped this one for us!

Farewell, Mr. Irwin.

This man loved what he did, and we appreciated that. Here.

Rainy.

Got sent home at 11am today; dropped the car off at Merchants for an alignment. My Rainy Day afternoon movie? Giant.


Perfect.

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.

• ascetic
• elucidated
• ignoble
• taqueria
• evanescence
• semiotician
• pedantry
• rapt
• voluble
• probity
• aboriginal
  

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.

RSS Stuff

Since doing the unthinkable and migrating my blog to the new Blogger Beta, my RSS feed has been reset.

If you subscribe to Kate Space with bloglines or anyother reader, you may have to re-subscribe. Sorry for the hassle.

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.

A Quandary.

Is it cheating if I took a break from reading The Lord of the Rings and read Fahrenheit 451?

Just wondering.

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.

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:

Till Sunday.

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'm a Huge Dork.

Yes, I'm reading The Lord of the Rings. Yes, all three books.

What? It's literature, Tolkien's writing is lovely, and I'm totally not embarrassed.

And the thing weighs about 5 pounds.

So Close to Coming Home.

From CNN.com:

WASHINGTON (CNN) -- The Army will keep about 3,500 soldiers from an Alaska-based infantry brigade in Iraq for up to four additional months as part of a plan to pacify strife-torn Baghdad, the Pentagon announced Thursday.

Troops from the 172nd Stryker Brigade Combat Team had been scheduled to wrap up a year in Iraq in August. But the unit, which had been headquartered in the northern Iraqi city of Mosul, will be moved into the Iraqi capital to crack down on a wave of sectarian killings that has been claiming more than 1,000 lives a month, the Defense Department said.

"The Department recognizes the continued contributions of the 172nd Stryker Brigade Combat Team and their family members," a Pentagon statement said. "This extension reflects the continued commitment of the United States to the security of the Iraqi people."

The 172nd Brigade is based at Fort Wainwright, Alaska, outside Fairbanks. Its Stryker armored personnel carriers and its training make it the kind of unit Gen. George Casey, the commander of U.S. forces in Iraq, wants to help secure Baghdad, Pentagon officials said. (Posted 4:37 p.m.)

I guess we'll just have to wait a little bit longer for these guys to come home. Hang in there! And we'll see you sooner than you think!

Rejection.

(May be filed under Reasons I Hate Being a Girl.)

Yesterday, I took the afternoon off of work to get my car serviced-- nothing too drastic, but I can't do a State Inspection or front alignment myself. I drive a 1996 Jeep Cherokee that I try to maintain and take care of as best I can. My dad taught me basic maintenance and upkeep and if I ever have a question on a part or fixing something I consult my Hayne's manual: Easy, simple, common sensical.

My Jeep is a hand-me-down from my father, who gave it to me upon graduating college. It made the transition from school to real-life easier since I didn't have to buy a vehicle and I'm extremely lucky and grateful for it. Before he gave it to me, he made sure it had a full tune-up and was serviced completely, making sure that he gave me a vehicle in top shape. My car's a '96, but it's in G-R-E-A-T shape (OK, so I need to vacuum the floor mats, but that's it!).

OK, enough about my awesome car. Now, about getting the shaft:

This is what I asked for at the Ox Road Exxon Mobil in Fairfax, VA:
1. Premium Oil Change (I don't know why I didn't get the Standard one.)
2. State Inspection
3. Front Alignment (stupid construction in Fairfax City)

Three hours later I got a call from the manager saying what they had done to the vehicle. He spoke so fast that this is all I heard:

"Oil change...state insepection...sticker...brakes and rotors...
that'll be $490...steering...changed...air filter...oil change...
belt...flush...flush...transmission...sticker anyway...OK" Click.

Panic. Will my basic maintenance cost me $500+?? I know my car doesn't need work done, The most I know it needs is a new air filter and serpenitine belt, if that. I had to call him back because I didn't catch everything he said. "Do not put new brakes and rotors on my car. What exactly did you do to it and when can I pick it up?"

"Putting it into the system now, done in two minutes. You know that sound your car's been making? That means you need new rotors and brakes. That's why we can't do the front alignment because it's your brakes that have been causing it...We only did the inspection and the oil change."

WHAAAT??? My car hasn't been making any noise. And I know, you, mister have not driven my vehicle because it was mechanic dude in the ponytail that drove it into the garage.

OK. Off we go to the Exxon. The manager said he gave me a rejection sticker, you know, the red one with the no smoking circle in it?? Rejected. Because I need new rotors and brakes. I call B.S.

I was pissed. I paid for the oil change and the failed inspection. The only reason I actually paid to have my oil changed is because I don't have any place to store the old oil at my apartment, otherwise I would have done it myself (excuses, excuses).

This weekend I'm taking it out to my parents house to use the garage. I'm jacking it up and taking the tires off to inspect my perfectly fine, non-scored rotors and brake pads ON ALL FOUR TIRES. I'm cleaning out the engine so that it looks beautiful, I'll change the air filter and serpentine belt, I'll even wash it and maybe even give it a wax. My Jeep is beautiful.

This is the list of things they wanted to do to my car:
1. New rotors and brake pads (Nope.)
2. Air filter (do it myself)
3. Serpentine belt (do it myself)
4. Cooling system flush (did it 8,000 miles ago)
5. Transmission flush (did it same time as cooling system, and replaced the fluid and filter)
6 Power Steering flush (ditto)


I wonder if things would have been different had a man took my car to the shop. And had I not worn a, well, we'll call it a booby-blouse.

P.S. Had to put another quart of oil in the Jeep since it takes six and they only put in five.

VMI

Spent the day yesterday in Lexington, Virginia visiting my brother who's spending the month at the Virginia Military Institute for their summer program. He starts his Rat Year in the fall.







And was driving on I-66 eastbound between Centreville and Arlington strange for anyone else last night? Too many cops, construction, an Amber Alert, people driving all crazy-like...it was weird.

Russian Dolls

The highly anticipated (by us, anyway) sequel to l'Auberge espanole is showing at the Avalon in Northwest. Les Poupées russes is a very worthy sequel and I think I may actually like it better than l'Auberge (I know, impossible, right?). I'll have to watch our copy again sometime this week.

L'Auberge espanole is available on Amazon for an amazing $6.99!

(Si j'habitais à Paris je suivrais des Romain Duris. Mais oui, et en le suivant, je veux dire fais des bébés.)

That's as good as my French is going to get, but you get my drift. J'aime mon dico.

Light

Last night, Bennett and I replaced my incandescent bulbs throughout the apartment with fluorescent ones. After discovering the hodge-podge of lightbulbs left by (years of) previous tenants, I thought it would be a good idea. And yes, I've been here a year.

Everything was 60 Watts, except the floodlight someone put in the kitchen (aren't those for outside?) and the 175 Watt halogen in the hallway-- which is insane because there's a bulb fixture that surrounds it trapping heat. Glad nothing exploded.

So after installing 75W bulbs throughout the house, the only 60s are in the small lamps in the bedroom, I can see!!!

(And my kitchen doesn't get hot as much--granted, there's still the fridge, the dishwasher, and the stove's pilot light creating heat, but it's not a sauna anymore!)

We'll see if this has any impact on my electricity bill, too.

Excited.

Aaron and I just got our tickets for Sleater-Kinney at the 9:30 Club. As they're going on an "indefinite hiatus" after their summer tour ends on August 11th, I'm so psyched to see them one last time.

This will be our third time seeing S-K at the 9:30. Get your tickets if you haven't already, should be a sell-out.

Update: Already sold out. Tickets hadn't even been on sale for an hour!