I've completed my paper.
It felt as though the weekend was somewhat of a void because of it, but I've successfully put together about 15 pages of communications goodness... or so I hope.
Today is a stunning day. Highs of 60 degree Fahrenheit with nothin' but sun. My bicycle ride to work took just 15 minutes and I didn't even break a sweat.
I began to write this at 10am and now just getting back to it at 4:12pm.
I had two cavities filled this afternoon.
Only two more appointments until completion of dentil work.
I'm not gonna say anything else at the moment.
Bubye.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Oh, and real quick
In my attempt to use my blog as an unabashed source of embarrassment for both me and others, I found these pictures at home before my parents moved out of their house and I thought they would be humorous to share.
See, when I was 17 I won this scholarship that involved flying to Iowa and participating in the Donna Reed Foundation competition. (You'll see me in the back row of this photo)Part of the package was to get your picture taken by a professional photographer... and so I did. The funny part was that the dude insisted on putting a cowboy hat on me because he thought it was a good look for me. Being the pimply faced insecure recently chubby 17 year old that I was, I didn't object.
These are the results from the contact sheet:
Now if that doesn't scream classic cowboy, I don't quite know what does. Actually, I think I just hear the screams of discomfort. Either way, the results are brilliant.
See, when I was 17 I won this scholarship that involved flying to Iowa and participating in the Donna Reed Foundation competition. (You'll see me in the back row of this photo)Part of the package was to get your picture taken by a professional photographer... and so I did. The funny part was that the dude insisted on putting a cowboy hat on me because he thought it was a good look for me. Being the pimply faced insecure recently chubby 17 year old that I was, I didn't object.
These are the results from the contact sheet:
Now if that doesn't scream classic cowboy, I don't quite know what does. Actually, I think I just hear the screams of discomfort. Either way, the results are brilliant.
What to do?
Dear Friends,
I imagine you wont hear from me much this week as I have a paper of final proportions due on Monday and rather than spending time updating my blog, I'm attempting to commit any extra time to writing. Can I just say that it is so much more difficult to write a paper I would like to do a good job on rather than one I don't care much about. In this instance it is simply not enough to just put words on a page, but rather attempt to have them mean something. Eek.
Yesterday, another rainy day, I made my way up to the computer store to see if my data had been recovered from my bogus harddrive and placed on my new super sleek Seagate harddrive. The gentleman explained that they had transferred what was found and I could take a look on their harddrive to see what was recovered as they are not allowed to look at my data. I spent some time at his computer only to realize that none of my pictures or videos had been recovered. Only useless files that I didn't care much about. I explained this and was notified that I wouldn't need to pay for the entire services (which would have totaled $275) as the data was not in fact recovered. Mind you, I had already paid $50.
Here is where my moral dilemma begins.
Later in the evening I took the harddrive home which they had transferred the "less than" information to. Upon plugging it into my computer and doing a little searching, I realized that the information on this new external harddrive was not actually the information I viewed on the computer at the computer store and MUCH of my information was in fact on the harddrive. Not all of it, but much of it... so now what do I do? My inclination is to just be done with it and I've received confirmation from a few friends that I don't need to go back to the computer store and offer to pay. But, I can't help but feel a bit guilty. What do you all think?
My bicycle continues to be a source of pleasure. It has some new pedals, a new fender (so I don't get anymore mud on my butt) and a blinking red light so you crazies in your cars don't hit me. I really feel enabled now that I am able to ride again, although this morning's ride was cccccold.
Also, last night I was asked to be a bridesmaid in my friend's wedding and I have to say it was about one of the most awesome things someone has ever asked me to do. Don't worry, I wont be donning a dress or carrying flowers, but I will be standing along side a wonderful friend on a very important day in her life and that seems just awesome.
I'm off to contemplate whether I'm a thief or not.
I imagine you wont hear from me much this week as I have a paper of final proportions due on Monday and rather than spending time updating my blog, I'm attempting to commit any extra time to writing. Can I just say that it is so much more difficult to write a paper I would like to do a good job on rather than one I don't care much about. In this instance it is simply not enough to just put words on a page, but rather attempt to have them mean something. Eek.
Yesterday, another rainy day, I made my way up to the computer store to see if my data had been recovered from my bogus harddrive and placed on my new super sleek Seagate harddrive. The gentleman explained that they had transferred what was found and I could take a look on their harddrive to see what was recovered as they are not allowed to look at my data. I spent some time at his computer only to realize that none of my pictures or videos had been recovered. Only useless files that I didn't care much about. I explained this and was notified that I wouldn't need to pay for the entire services (which would have totaled $275) as the data was not in fact recovered. Mind you, I had already paid $50.
Here is where my moral dilemma begins.
Later in the evening I took the harddrive home which they had transferred the "less than" information to. Upon plugging it into my computer and doing a little searching, I realized that the information on this new external harddrive was not actually the information I viewed on the computer at the computer store and MUCH of my information was in fact on the harddrive. Not all of it, but much of it... so now what do I do? My inclination is to just be done with it and I've received confirmation from a few friends that I don't need to go back to the computer store and offer to pay. But, I can't help but feel a bit guilty. What do you all think?
My bicycle continues to be a source of pleasure. It has some new pedals, a new fender (so I don't get anymore mud on my butt) and a blinking red light so you crazies in your cars don't hit me. I really feel enabled now that I am able to ride again, although this morning's ride was cccccold.
Also, last night I was asked to be a bridesmaid in my friend's wedding and I have to say it was about one of the most awesome things someone has ever asked me to do. Don't worry, I wont be donning a dress or carrying flowers, but I will be standing along side a wonderful friend on a very important day in her life and that seems just awesome.
I'm off to contemplate whether I'm a thief or not.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Riddle me this
Today my parents attempted to Skype with me, but when the connection was made, rather than seeing their smiling face I saw this:
Now, we reconnected multiple times and this is what I see each time. My parents aren't what I would consider especially able when it comes to this technical, so they very well could have pushed some button that triggered "night time European Skype scene," but I can't quite imagine how. It sure made me laugh though as my mom uttered "Well, Maybe we're in PARIS?"
SHRUG
It's been a good if not slightly strange weekend. It rained both Saturday and today, most all day long. This can put most anyone in a funk, given that the rain is cold, the winds swift, and the skies grey. I've been doing my best to combat it by staying active, but tonight I'm feeling like I didn't make the best use of all my weekend. I did have a lovely Lunch/Dinner yesterday for Robin's birthday. Great food and wonderful company.
You know, I turned on the TV yesterday evening for a bit and found some old tapes of Otis Redding being played on PBS, which I totally support. That kind of historic video is totally valuable to watch. Today on the other hand, right now, is freaking "James Gallway and The Priests" which is honestly typically weird made for pbs music programming. Often this will include Yanni or some other producer of Muzak and to this I say "no!" and "make it stop!" Who likes this stuff?
Now, we reconnected multiple times and this is what I see each time. My parents aren't what I would consider especially able when it comes to this technical, so they very well could have pushed some button that triggered "night time European Skype scene," but I can't quite imagine how. It sure made me laugh though as my mom uttered "Well, Maybe we're in PARIS?"
SHRUG
It's been a good if not slightly strange weekend. It rained both Saturday and today, most all day long. This can put most anyone in a funk, given that the rain is cold, the winds swift, and the skies grey. I've been doing my best to combat it by staying active, but tonight I'm feeling like I didn't make the best use of all my weekend. I did have a lovely Lunch/Dinner yesterday for Robin's birthday. Great food and wonderful company.
You know, I turned on the TV yesterday evening for a bit and found some old tapes of Otis Redding being played on PBS, which I totally support. That kind of historic video is totally valuable to watch. Today on the other hand, right now, is freaking "James Gallway and The Priests" which is honestly typically weird made for pbs music programming. Often this will include Yanni or some other producer of Muzak and to this I say "no!" and "make it stop!" Who likes this stuff?
Friday, March 6, 2009
Silence
It is an absolutely stunning day out. 63 degrees Fahrenheit and sunny.
The bicycle ride to work was wonderful and we ate Vietnamese food for lunch.
I don't have much time to type as I'm about to run off to therapy.
I've just completed reading and article on Quakerism, which reminds me that I would love to go to a Quaker service. I think I could use that exercise in silence and I really admire their history of progressive social work in the US. I think there is a gathering in Chicago. I will try and check it out.
This weekend will mostly be rehearsal and homework, with a brief stint on the south side to celebrate Robin's birthday at Soul Vegetarian. I look forward to that highlight.
I've been listening to Serge Gainsbourg albums for three days straight. Still interesting.
Off I go.
The bicycle ride to work was wonderful and we ate Vietnamese food for lunch.
I don't have much time to type as I'm about to run off to therapy.
I've just completed reading and article on Quakerism, which reminds me that I would love to go to a Quaker service. I think I could use that exercise in silence and I really admire their history of progressive social work in the US. I think there is a gathering in Chicago. I will try and check it out.
This weekend will mostly be rehearsal and homework, with a brief stint on the south side to celebrate Robin's birthday at Soul Vegetarian. I look forward to that highlight.
I've been listening to Serge Gainsbourg albums for three days straight. Still interesting.
Off I go.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Means of Mobility
Oh, friends!
Here she is.
Isn't she simple and lovely?
I rode her to work today because it will be 50 something degrees. It felt so good, if not a sore reminder of how long it has been since I've ridden. There seriously is nothing like riding a bicycle and as a means of mobility, I feel once again more able to come and go as I please. Granted, this is enhanced by our improved weather conditions, but who cares about the formula as long as the result is as good as this one.
I have to say, that when putting the bicycle together I was wishing my father were here. My ability to do anything remotely mechanical is lacking. This may seem a twisted path, but moments like that remind me of mortality and how people wont always be here to help you so you must learn to do these things on your own... so I guess that is what I did. Making my way to the hardware store to buy a proper wrench. The funny end to that is that when I showed my father the wrench via skype, he told my I had purchased the wrong one. Well, it got the job done, so what can I say.
Today I was riding to work I noticed that the man holes along the sides of Fullerton Avenue are literally collapsing. I saw three different covers that were being sucked into the pavement, one leaving a hole so gaping that any person could accidentally fall into the sewer. This is how the streets in Chicago look after a long winter. Resembling a war zone, but this year seems worse than years past.
After receiving an email today from the Democratic party asking me to contribute slogans to go on a billboard speaking out against Rush Limbaugh, I would like to say that I think they are giving him exactly what he wants/needs. This attention is silly! I understand his influence and his listener base is huge, but that 'ol fat white drug addict needs to be ignored. That's all I have to say about that.
Off I go for nwo.
Here she is.
Isn't she simple and lovely?
I rode her to work today because it will be 50 something degrees. It felt so good, if not a sore reminder of how long it has been since I've ridden. There seriously is nothing like riding a bicycle and as a means of mobility, I feel once again more able to come and go as I please. Granted, this is enhanced by our improved weather conditions, but who cares about the formula as long as the result is as good as this one.
I have to say, that when putting the bicycle together I was wishing my father were here. My ability to do anything remotely mechanical is lacking. This may seem a twisted path, but moments like that remind me of mortality and how people wont always be here to help you so you must learn to do these things on your own... so I guess that is what I did. Making my way to the hardware store to buy a proper wrench. The funny end to that is that when I showed my father the wrench via skype, he told my I had purchased the wrong one. Well, it got the job done, so what can I say.
Today I was riding to work I noticed that the man holes along the sides of Fullerton Avenue are literally collapsing. I saw three different covers that were being sucked into the pavement, one leaving a hole so gaping that any person could accidentally fall into the sewer. This is how the streets in Chicago look after a long winter. Resembling a war zone, but this year seems worse than years past.
After receiving an email today from the Democratic party asking me to contribute slogans to go on a billboard speaking out against Rush Limbaugh, I would like to say that I think they are giving him exactly what he wants/needs. This attention is silly! I understand his influence and his listener base is huge, but that 'ol fat white drug addict needs to be ignored. That's all I have to say about that.
Off I go for nwo.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Freshly Shorn
Here I am.
I've been so occupied these past days that I haven't taken a moment to type, but now I will because ... well, because I can.
I had nothing but a productive weekend. Spending most of my time typing away on a paper, which I realized has made me less able when it comes to small talk. Rather than listing off the many things I've been doing, I'm really only able to speak in terms of the readings I've been doing or the papers I've been writing... which although *I* find interesting, its a little heavy in passing. Regardless, I've been keeping my head down and trying to get things done. Because I knew I was going to be dedicating a lot of this week to writing I also took Monday off in an effort to give myself some time to get the other life stuff done. I did some laundry, picked up the house, made food for the week, went to Target (what's a day off without a trip to Target?) and took some clothes to the drycleaners for alterations.
I have these jeans that are nice and I really like and just a little bit too tight. They fit, but let's just say I wouldn't choose to sit in them all day at work. My new years goal was to lose just a couple of pounds so that they would fit more comfortably. Soo, I've actually done that. Lost a couple of pounds and well, the jeans still are too tight around my belly. As a quick side note, this reminds me that I am my father's son because he would always wear his belt to the side because the buckle would cut into his stomach. I think I'm developing his same stomach. Anyway, I took the jeans to see if they button could be moved over just a bit because then they would fit perfectly. My Korean drycleaner looked at me after my request and just said no as the button was immovable. I inquired if there were any way to make the jeans bigger and she giggled as though I had eaten too many donuts and nodded her head no. Then! She proposed the brilliant idea in her sweet accent that she add another button so that I could have two. I affirmed her idea which excitement. Adjustable jeans! That rules!
All in all, taking the day off was the perfect preemptive strike on feeling run down. I feel generally good today. I'm also freshly shorn too, which always makes things pretty good.
My new bicycle should be delivered today.
To say I'm excited would be an understatement.
I fell even more in love with the idea when I found out it would 50 degrees later this week.
Spring cometh, and boy should it ever after this hellasnowy weekend we just endured.
I think this was our last snow for the year, or so I'm hoping.
Ok, I need to get some stuff done.
I've been so occupied these past days that I haven't taken a moment to type, but now I will because ... well, because I can.
I had nothing but a productive weekend. Spending most of my time typing away on a paper, which I realized has made me less able when it comes to small talk. Rather than listing off the many things I've been doing, I'm really only able to speak in terms of the readings I've been doing or the papers I've been writing... which although *I* find interesting, its a little heavy in passing. Regardless, I've been keeping my head down and trying to get things done. Because I knew I was going to be dedicating a lot of this week to writing I also took Monday off in an effort to give myself some time to get the other life stuff done. I did some laundry, picked up the house, made food for the week, went to Target (what's a day off without a trip to Target?) and took some clothes to the drycleaners for alterations.
I have these jeans that are nice and I really like and just a little bit too tight. They fit, but let's just say I wouldn't choose to sit in them all day at work. My new years goal was to lose just a couple of pounds so that they would fit more comfortably. Soo, I've actually done that. Lost a couple of pounds and well, the jeans still are too tight around my belly. As a quick side note, this reminds me that I am my father's son because he would always wear his belt to the side because the buckle would cut into his stomach. I think I'm developing his same stomach. Anyway, I took the jeans to see if they button could be moved over just a bit because then they would fit perfectly. My Korean drycleaner looked at me after my request and just said no as the button was immovable. I inquired if there were any way to make the jeans bigger and she giggled as though I had eaten too many donuts and nodded her head no. Then! She proposed the brilliant idea in her sweet accent that she add another button so that I could have two. I affirmed her idea which excitement. Adjustable jeans! That rules!
All in all, taking the day off was the perfect preemptive strike on feeling run down. I feel generally good today. I'm also freshly shorn too, which always makes things pretty good.
My new bicycle should be delivered today.
To say I'm excited would be an understatement.
I fell even more in love with the idea when I found out it would 50 degrees later this week.
Spring cometh, and boy should it ever after this hellasnowy weekend we just endured.
I think this was our last snow for the year, or so I'm hoping.
Ok, I need to get some stuff done.
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