3.30.2001
clumsy
Good thing I love milk. I get that calcium in...no osteoporosis for me in my old age. I am a prime candidate for a broken hip in my future. The worst part is that I probably won't even manage to wait till I'm old.
You see, I run into things. Door frames, table corners, people. But that's not even the saddest thing---it's the fact that I can fall over on flat surfaces. Like yesterday when I was walking back from the grocery store, I was crossing the street and boom, I topple over, my groceries thankfully staying in the bags (earlier today I was expressing thanks that there were no eggs in them). A car stops so it doesn't run over me. So there I am, trapped in a car's headlights on the blacktop, feeling acute pain in my ankle, my knee and my hands and cursing like a drunken sailor. I stagger upwards, pull myself off to the side of the road and the car continues. I limp the next two blocks home and find myself the proud owner of road rash on my knee, a bruise on my thigh, a blood blister on my palm and a wounded ego.
It hasn't happened in awhile, thank god, but I am prone to things such as this. The falling over, the finding of bruises on my body that I don't have any clue from which they came. Sometimes it's because I'm too busy thinking of other things...my mind not paying attention to where I'm going. Sometimes it's because I am impatient and lack care. Other times it's because I don't pick up my feet. It's a wonder that I haven't broken any limbs or that my body isn't riddled with scars.
But it is true. I am a certified klutz. I have the scabs to prove it.
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3.28.2001
so slow
site is slow due to Blogvoices comment feature...just doesn't have the capacity to handle the 96,000 something people that use the servers. I'm debating whether or not to take it off the site, but I love what it does, how it makes my site interactive. If I weren't unemployed I'd be anteing up some cash to them to help them buy some better servers, but well... I'm ready to start my own Help Crystal foundation at this point.
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3.27.2001
This is what my taxes
should have looked like this year. Go here...the file is too big for my front page. Courtesy of eCompany.com. Actually this is starting to make the rounds on the Net...my friend sent it out to a list that I'm on.
So true, so true.
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3.26.2001
randomness
~What! Supposed to snow MORE tonight? Okay, even for all my snow lovingness I'm ready to put the winter clothes away and get the summer out. Right, Niki?
~Watched Dancer in the Dark again yesterday...wipes me out with crying. I wish Bjork had won the song of the year rather than that thin icky moustache toting man who can't sing to save his life. I won't speak his name because he's so damn revered. Sure maybe he writes great stuff, but someone else should be singing it.
~tried to make vanilla creme brulee yesterday and failed miserably. :(
~but the brownies the night before were fabulous.
~Spock (Leonard Nimoy) is 70 today!
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3.23.2001
boston
I was at a recruiting agency today and the receptionist and I had a conversation about Boston...about how I moved here from Seattle four years ago and the differences between the East and the West coast. "How can you stand the rain there?" is the most often asked question, and of course, she asked it.
The thing is, Boston gets snow in the winter and Seattle gets rain. Boston has humidity in the summer and Seattle has none. Weatherwise, I'd take Seattle over Boston any day, hands down. But that's not the reason I am here.
It started a long while ago out of restlessness, living all my life in one corner of the country. I got married so young and I felt that I had compromised so many of my goals that I had once had in college. So, I switched career paths (I was in HR and wanted to be in marketing), found a job on the Monster Board (now monster.com) and moved on over. Since then I have found a lot of things that will keep me here, but namely the people that are in my life now. I love the rich history that the East has over the West. I don't love the crappy customer service in stores here...the lack of the Nordstrom's mentality in the East that prevails in retail in the West. I love the fine dining and the museums and culture here in Boston. I miss the mountains very terribly (and don't tell me to go to New Hampshire for my mountains...they are mere hills in the scheme of things).
My parents would love for me to come back in that direction. So would my ex, who harbors hopes of me changing my mind. My sister laments that I am not there to see my nephews grow up. But I have found a peace here that will keep me...in the friends that I have, the relationships that I have grown. I feel good here, even when things are crappy...like now in the jobless state that I am in. I love my apartment. I love the city. I love the people that I have grown to call friends.
In Seattle when you go deep sea fishing, they guarantee you a fish or the trip is free. When you go whale watching, there are no guarantees. In New England, it's just the opposite...they guarantee whales, but not that you will catch a fish.
There are a lot of other opposites between here and there, but mostly in the difference between people, I think. It's funny but in the West, people are friendlier but it's harder to get to REALLY know people. In the East, people are more apathetic, often rude on the surface, but the bonds of friendship, once they are made, tend to go far deeper. Curious how that is a cultural difference between the two places but I have found it so and other cross-country transplants have tended to agree with me.
I do really like it here. This afternoon when I was walking back to the T, passing the now-under-construction State House, I felt the cold and felt the sadness of being still unemployed and yet, I felt good. I know people here, I have friends, I have a network, and somehow, it will all figure itself out.
And then walking home and seeing the Fresh Killed Chicken sign on the poultry place on my street, well...I realized that I also love the terrible quirkiness of this place as well.
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3.22.2001
and so
the divorce was granted. Now, just wait 120 days and it will be final. So, mid-July, I'll have my name back. It was SO fast...being that it was uncontested. They granted the waiver for my husbands (nearly ex) appearance, asked me a few short questions and then that was that. Granted. It took a whole of five minutes.
Also ending for some people is additional layoffs at Event Zero. Another 60 people? Leaving 22, I hear. Who the heck is left? Barely anyone who was there at the start, I imagine. If any of you are reading this and want to be added to the ex-zeronians mail list, send me a note and I can invite you. It's always good to keep in touch, especially when looking for jobs. The market is so tight...not a lot out there and we should stick together.
Serious rain today...always a deluge on days when wild things happen. I just hope to god those EZ people were granted a little severance...and that they have more savings to live on than I seem to have.
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3.21.2001
going to court
tomorrow. Wow. Finally the day has come to stand in front of the judge. My friend Paulette is coming along with me for moral support, which I greatly appreciate.
Seems so strange to me, as though I never was really married in a way. It seems so long ago and it has been nearly a year of separation now, but still, the time gone seems so much longer. It wasn't a bad relationship...not at all, just not the right one. He is a good man with a kind heart who was always very good to me. I am grateful for the amiable separation though, and the chance for both of us to start again. I was changed during those seven years of marriage...and those years made me a better person. Helped me understand what I want in a relationship and in a partner. Helped me come to terms about a lot of things about myself that I wasn't happy with and that I can change in myself and my future.
Paulette joked with me, "I've been to countless weddings, but never a divorce!" Me too. No one ever gets married with the thought of divorce in the future. And now, the year I turn 30, I take my maiden name back (something I wish I had never let go of) and I will become officially divorced. It's funny to say that. Sort of feels embarassing in a sense...like I fucked up or something. I didn't and I know that my ex didn't...but it sort of feels like that in a way. There is a strange taboo on divorce even though the numbers are staggering in this country.
I did see an interesting quote though, "Nothing prepares you for marriage like marriage." I think the quote was saying that you are never going to get the experience you need to be married until you are married...referring to those marrying for the first time. But I find it is true. If I ever do marry again, my priorities are very different, my expectations realistic, my idea of compromise and partnership greatly changed. For the better.
My mom got married at 19, which wasn't strange back then. I remember growing up and thinking that that was the age I would get married. I waited till 22, but still that was sooo young. So young. There was so much about life, about myself, about relationships that I had no clue about. Any of you young ones that read my blog...seriously...wait it out. If your love is strong, it will wait till you are a bit older. Your life will change so much between 22 and 25...more than you can imagine now. I sound like an old lecturing hag, but it is true...experience begets wisdom and I wish I could impart some of mine to those who might need it.
Truth be told, the only thing I regret about my marriage and my separation is that my evil mother-in-law got her wish. She got her son back. And now she's doing everything she can to root him there, underneath her wing. That is the only thing that saddens me...he is so much without her and so stifled with her. She's just a meddling evil insane woman and no one is going to truly have her son while she's alive.
Sort of like how some guy that I dated briefly last summer told me that "No man is ever going to think of you as his until you are divorced."
Soon I will be. But the divorce, like the marriage, is mere paperwork, some officiate telling the public about my relationship with another in my life. I believe so little in that anymore...the ideas behind the paperwork. Such a bunch of bullshit anyway...I am not property for some judge to give away to someone else. I am no man's woman just because a judge tells the world I can take my name back. My heart is independent of that. My loyalty and trust is not easily given. My love is something to be earned, to be shared and grown within a loving partnership, not under the guise of a diamond ring and an official seal.
That's not to say I won't marry again. It just means different things to me now. It is a public ceremony to substantiate what my partner and I would already understand. See, the point is...it doesn't MATTER to me if I actually marry...what matters is how I feel and how the man in my life feels about me. What matters is how we are together, how we make choices and entwine our paths. The piece of paper, the ceremony...it's all about other people when you go through that. Commitment is not a marriage ceremony in my mind like how it might have been ten years ago. Commitment is in the actions and the words that prove your love to the person in your life. Spending the rest of your life with someone doesn't mean that you have to be married to be committed to it.
Commitment has nothing to do with marriage. Ask the millions of people who cheat on their husbands and wives all the time. Marriage means nothing in terms of the words commitment. It should, but it doesn't. Commitment is something altogether more deep, more comprehensive and complete and has nothing to do with a priest or a judge. It has to do with the bond between two people, with the love in my heart and with the conscious choice to be with that person and work through things even if times or situations make that a difficult decision.
To me the time in front of the judge tomorrow has little to do with my heart. It has to do with a few simple things.
a. I get my name back.
b. My tax situation will change.
c. I will finally no longer have cause to deal with that meddling horrid ex-mother-in-law.
And that, hopefully, will be that.
12:45 PM | link | up| archives |
in case you want to cuss
someone out with intelligence, wit and style. Rely on the Bard himself.
I mean, honestly. I am DYING to say to someone "Thou craven dismal-dreaming miscreant!"
It would suit my mood of late, to be sure.
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3.18.2001
ack!
Talking about wigs today and I was directed to look up the definition of this word. And I did. I am just not sure what to say...
merkin (n.) mer·kin
1. false hair for the female pudenda.
The Random House Webster's Unabridged Dictionary Copyright © 1997 by Random House Inc. All rights reserved.
Call me extremely confused at why they came up with this in the first place...
How does it stay on?
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3.17.2001
the gas companies are sooo kind
that they are talking about lowering the gas rates this summer. Just take a look:
NSTAR. Current: 94 cents. Proposed: 75 cents. Last summer: 40 cents.
More than double what I paid last summer. My heating bill this winter has been insane. My apartment is maybe 900 square feet or so...last winter I paid probably $150 a month at the highest for heat. This winter...$350 a month. Madness. Pure and utter madness. Combine that with the fact that I lost my job and can't pay it anyway. I worked out a payment plan of $150 a month for the duration of a year. Pretty sucky considering that in July my gas bill is about $30 or so.
Still, according to the Boston Globe: "But gas companies say the rate hikes this winter were entirely due to world market fluctuations, and the companies make no profit off of them." Yeah right. I have a hard time believing that.
And in the news again this morning is talk about how Bush is using the courts to hold up another of Clinton's last acts as President...the setting aside of 58 million acres of natural forest land for protection. Funny enough, my own dear backwater hick state of Idaho was the state that requested the injunction that started it all. Not surprising. So now, the plan, slated to take place March 13 has a stay until May 31. Bush wants to "review" the policy, apparently. I'm not a diehard environmentalist so don't throw me into that category. But I do heartily believe that we need to be practicing more environmentally conscious logging, eliminating clearcutting and creating ways to preserve what little wild land we have left. If we don't put those practices in place now, our grandchildren will be the ones that grow up in a land without wild spaces, with entire species of plants and animals gone or left in zoos for them to see. It's called preservation and prevention but big business doesn't look to the future. It's about here and now and the dollars that are spent.
Again the people don't really count in this action, apparently...something very typical of this adminstration. The public vote, the public opinion mean diddley. You see...this action, "published on Jan. 12, eight days before Clinton left office, was two years in the making, after the government solicited 1.6 million public comments and held 600 public hearings (Assocaiated Press 3/17/00).
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3.16.2001
have you heard the news today, oh boy
Today I heard the news that the CEO of my former company (the first one I was laid off from) resigned today. News travels pretty damn fast you see. Wow. Not surprising, but at the same time it is. I really enjoyed working with him and I can imagine how hard it was for him to take that step today. Regardless of what anyone says about him or his leadership qualities...he did care a lot about that company and the people that worked there. Resigning could not possibly have been an easy thing...but one riddled with emotion and probably, relief in some ways.
When I heard that their office opening/winter party had been cancelled, I knew that it meant something drastic was going to occur...besides the layoffs slated for later this month. Guess this is it.
Who knows what is going to happen to that company. There are WAY too many professional services organizations out there and not enough business for all of them. I really feel for the people still there. The market is so damn tight right now and jobs are scarce. I just hope that not too many of them are so blind that they haven't been preparing for whatever end might be happening to EZ...be it invididual layoffs or a banktrupcy or closing. A buyout would be a blessing for them all. It sucks...there are some brilliant people that work there.
Weird and wacky how things and times change.
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3.15.2001
children
the forgotten English word of the day: flychter: to run with outstretched arms, like a tame goose half lfying; applied to children when running to those to whom they are much attached. ~ John Jamieson's Etymological Scottish Dictionary, 1808
I love how little children do that...fly towards you in a mad, loving rush.
Going to a children's birthday party on Sunday, my friend's little nephew is turning three. He's so cute. At Thanksgiving he had a Buzz Lightyear doll just like my nearly 3 year old nephew received at Christmas. They both love that thing. It talks, it blinks, it moves. Both of them are mesmerized by Toy Story, which is so much better than them sitting in front of the tube worshipping Barney, if you want my opinion.
I sent my sister a list of baby names the other day. She's due to have a little boy on the 24th of June. They can't decide on a name and are struggling to find something that she and her husband can both agree on. So much depends on your name. I read a study awhile back that people who are unhappy with their name tend to have lower self-esteems. I've always loved my name...unusual, but not really. It's pretty, it sounds nice and it kicks ass with my last name, which will be mine once more at the end of July when the divorce is final. It's a good name and I think I'll be keeping it.
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3.14.2001
spring cleaning
well, at least a little bit. New spring flowers and a chance to comment on my blog posts using Blogvoices. At the end of this post, you'll see a place where you can comment. Click on the link and the rest is easy.
Too bad I can't get the cam to work...sigh. It all works, just won't upload. I'll figure it out at some point...
12:38 PM | link | up| archives |
i was only dreaming
having very wild, vivid dreams lately. Some scary, others disturbing, others just strange blasts of memory intruding upon my subconscious. Last night it was a dream about not being able to find someone who I needed to find. The night before, there was something trying to get me and I woke in a shudder, sitting up, breathing heavily. I've been dreaming about friends who I no longer have, people I'm no longer involved with and situations that must be weighing on me. It must be the job...this horrible waiting to find out if I'm going to have it or not. I dream in such bright colors, such amazing detail. I'm very often back at the house of my childhood, as I was last night, my friend driving up to the yellow house on the hill so I could run inside to get my coat, which was in my basement room closet. I dream about that house so often...the house is usually unchanged, but I'm always me now, my family is often not at the house...the dream will just use that damn house as a setting for the rest of my wild dreams. So bizarre how that is, how burned on my brain the memories of living there during some of the happiest years of my life.
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3.13.2001
a list
~ raining, pouring, snow finally melting and nearly flooding
~ frenchies in the apartment below are only mildly annoying with their smoking
~ 3rd interview today...cross those fingers.
~ old friends from college writing me...two in one day! yay!
~ meeting old Event Zero friends tomorrow for drinks
~ the Napster injunction is practically a farce. I'm still downloading galore.
~ heating bill for my apartment for two months =$743.00=INSANITY
~ finished the second Harry Potter book, Chamber of Secrets...what great books for both kids and adults.
~ discovered that guacamole isn't so bad
~ kitty has been ultra needy and friendly lately
~ someone keeps stealing the newspaper
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where on earth does it say
that I put this blog together to meet men? It doesn't. Nowhere. But still, I'm flooded with letters from people all over the world who assume that I want to chat with them, write them, take my clothes off for them. The letters are brash, bold and completely assuming. It amazes me over and over every day when I open up my inbox. So must I say it again?
I AM NOT WRITING THIS BLOG TO MEET MEN. I have a man and he's the cream of the crop, the top dog, the best of the best and all I want and need.
THIS MEANS THAT I DO NOT WANT TO WRITE OR CHAT WITH RANDOM INTERESTED MEN. Unless you have something of interest, something of a nonsexual (well at least with me involved) pursuit. Write to me about the weather and maybe I'll write back. Write to me about when I'm updating my cam to take my shirt off for you, or when you can send your pic to me, or when I'm going to decide to "chat" with you and you'll get nothing, nada. It's NOT GOING TO HAPPEN.
Jeesh. It's amazing. The web is not purely a sexual toy. People do not put up sites just for your dating pleasure. This is a personal site, given over to my writings and rantings...it's a way for me to be creative and keep the people in my life updated on what's going on. I don't mind strangers coming here, hell, that's half the fun. I love meeting new people. I don't need to be meeting new people to date or sleep with them, however.
The web is, for me, a fascinating exercise in human psychology. I can tell you that much.
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3.8.2001
rant rant rant
Two things I'm PISSED about.
1. Damn Republicans managed to get a repeal of the new workplace ergonomics law that Clinton put into place before he left. Another score for big business and another strike against people like me. The law would have forced all businesses to have ergonomic standards for their employees by the year 2001. No more crappy boards over file cabinets for a desk, no more cheap chairs that don't adjust to the right arm and back heights. Yeah, it would have cost companies a LOT of money...I agree. But the cost savings in workplace injuries and lost work is worth it. After my car accident a few years ago, I ended up taking off nearly 2 months of work because repetitive stress aggravated my injuries. My company not only paid out disability to me but they had to train and hire an expensive temporary to do my job. WAY more money than if they had just bought me the ergo keyboard, put a keyboard tray in and gave me a decent chair.
I hate going to new companies and having to figure out how to ask them to provide me with an ergonomic setup. At my last company I was having such a frustrating time trying to figure out how to get along with my micromanaging control freak cheapskate boss that I was afraid to ask for a better desk even though I was going home every night with raging neck headaches and achy arms. I could have resorted to having my doctor provide a note that demanded my employer take care of those needs but that would have made my situation even more sketchy. So I stayed in pain, not wanting to make any more waves.
That law would have forced that cheap employer (seriously, my desk was a board on two file cabinets. My chair at home which is a cheap chair is better than the ones they provided me and I felt AWFUL asking for an ergo keyboard setup...thank god we had a great controller who handled it for me) to take care of all their employees, eliminating the awkwardness of me asking, eliminating the pain I was in, and eliminating the chance that my manager would label me as a problem worker because I was asking to take money out of their budget to provide for my pain.
Fucking Republicans. Fucking big business. Fucking simian in the oval office.
2. We had near two feet of snow the other day. I didn't quite believe it was that much till I looked at my car. No way in hell I'm moving that for awhile. I'd lose my parking spot for one thing...and it would take me an hour to dig it out. Even worse, the city plowed a snowbank ONTO the hood of my friend's car. Digging out of that was no fun, believe me. In the end, we dug it out, realized it's not worth losing the spot and left it there, deciding to walk to the store and to just take a late fee on the movie rental . It's no wonder that people put chairs out to keep people from taking their spot. My girlfriend is coming up from Hartford for the weekend. No clue where she'll end up parking. Everyone is so possessive about their shovelled spot, including me.
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3.7.2001
not forgotten
is this picture that a friend of mine in Switzerland created for me over the holiday season.Call me lame for not posting it sooner. He told me that he started painting it but when his kitty spilled orange juice all over it he resorted to finishing it with a paint program. It was such a sweet Christmas present and I had to share.
On the nearly forgotten end of things is this word: snow-bones, which, according to James Halliwel's Dictionary of Archaisms and Provincialisms, 1855, refers to the remnants of snow left after a thaw. Alexander Warrack's Scots Dialectec Dictionary of 1911 further tells us that the word describes the "patches of snow seen stretching along ridges, in ruts, or in furrows, after a thaw."
No thawing just yet here. Snow stopped and the main roads so heavily covered in chemicals that they are bare, there is still a good 14 inches or so piled up on the sides of the streets. Not going to dig my car out today...makes me rather lethargic just thinking about moving all that heavy wet snow. Supposed to be clear today and tomorrow then back into another storm system for the weekend. It's March! March! We should be in the midst of tulips and robins singing, not snow, snow snow. Still, I have to admit that I love how it falls, whirls, piles up in vast amounts. I love dramatic weather and the weather the last few days has certainly been that. Very dramatic.
Imagine me, drama queen galore, loving such wild whipped up weather.
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3.5.2001
let it snow let it snow
it's pouring snow right now...the start of what is supposed to be a wicked pissah of a blizzard for Boston. And since I'm not working and don't have to go anywhere...I want it to BUCKET snow. Tons of it. I want three feet. I want to watch the new French neighbor toiling under the weight of it as he diligently shovels the walk (nahh...poor guy, he seems nice enough). I just wish I was about ten, with a snow day and a big huge yard to make the monstrous snowforts that my father used to help us make when I was a child. I love snow. Love it.
I went to Pittsfield, MA with a friend recently and his mother had made a snow bear in the front yard. I loved that...this adorable snowbear out in the front yard...the fact that she had no inhibitions, that she got out there and made this wonderful snow creature just for the sheer pleasure of it. God I wish I had a front yard. My friend Michele, in Seattle, sent around a bunch of Calvin and Hobbes comics about snowmen this last winter. They were great...snowmen in wonderful, fun poses, killing each other, doing crazy things, having a good time. Takes a lot of snow to make a bunch of snowman...blizzard weather like what we are having now. Snowing so wildly that you don't go outside for awhile. This storm is supposed to last a couple days. My front yard consists of a six by six plot of weeds in front of the triple-decker I live in.
My friend thinks I'm nuts for liking a blizzard such as this. But I don't see him complaining about not working today and tomorrow. *wink*
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3.3.2001
forgotten
English word of the day: halcyon
The kingfisher's floating nest was fabled to calm winds and seas while the bird sat. This occuring in winter gave rise to the expression, "halcyon days." ~ Admiral William Smyth's Sailor's Word-book, 1867
The ancients applied this term to the seven days that immediately precede and follow the winter solstice, from the circumstance that the halcyon, or kingfisher, selected that period for incubation and they believed that the weather was always remarkably quiet during that time. As a result, the phrase "halcyon-days" became a proverb denoting peace and tranquility. Because its skin was believed to act as a preserving charm, dead kingfishers were placed with linens in closets to ensure freshness. (ewww)
Taken from: Forgotten English by Jeffery Kacirk
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3.2.2001
no smoking sign
sigh. I don't mind people smoking but I really hate when my own apartment is suddenly permeated with smoke from the new downstairs neighbors (they're French). When you walk in the front door of the townhouse, BAM, you walk into a cloud of smoke. It wafts through the vents and underneath my doorways. I've been here for four years...I've been a good tenant...why, why why? So frustrating. I love my place. It's a perfect apartment with the exception of not having laundry in the building. And now I'm dealing with the fact that I'm going to have to invest in air fresheners for my place... Wonder if I can charge that back to the landlady? Grrrrr. Grrrrr.
So I am ranting.
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3.1.2001
oh, and I really really only speak and read English, ok?
my interplanetary fame is spreading. Every day I get some new email from Germany, Italy, France, and those damn Brazilians writing me in Portugeuse.
So here is the final say. I ONLY READ AND SPEAK AND WRITE English. If I can't read it, it goes in my little wastebasket. Sorry...just too frustrating to go to Babelfish to translate every time.
12:39 PM | link | up| archives |
so out of touch
that I didn't even know that Seattle (well, actually it was way south of Seattle) had an earthquake until well over 8 hours later. I'm such a slug. A guy who lives in one of the houseboats on Lake Union sent me a note of his account:
"It felt like the house was being picked up and dropped from a height of 2-3 inches. A jarring vertical movement. I first thought that a 40 foot or so cabin cruiser had run into the house. I ran to the deck to see what was happening and on the way noticed the agitation on the water. There were all kinds of bubbles coming up making the water look like it was boiling. This was no doubt hydrogen sulfide gas from rotting tree limbs that has fallen into the water being released. When I got to the deck the noise then made me think that it was a sonic boom, complete with a wake like effect on the water like in that movie where a high-tech fighter jet is stolen from Russia. The only problem was it lasted too long so it couldn't be that. That's when I started focusing on perhaps a quake..."
When I left Seattle four years ago, the quake activity there was just starting to pick up. Mt. Rainier is still an active volcano you see...so is Mt. St. Helens and probably a couple other peaks in the Cascades. Being in an earthquake is very freaky. To feel the whole world move beneath your feet is a very humbling experience. One of the few things that I don't miss about the West coast.
My grandfather is in Olympia, so is my Uncle and Aunt. I'm sure they felt much stronger effects than Seattle did...I need to call and find out. I still have many friends in the Seattle area as well so I'm looking for the quake accounts to pour in. Thank god it wasn't more serious than it was. There are numerous fault lines running through the center of Seattle...any quake that occurs in that region has the potential to be very serious.
Interview went well, btw. Now, just the long waiting period to find out if I was chosen. Sigh. I hate this part.
Today, going to see Pollock.
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