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February
2005 Archive
Monday, February 28, 2005BOOGIE DOWN!In one minute, I'll be doing a celebratory dance. (Dancing to Stevie Wonder's Sir Duke) This godforsaken month is over. Thankfully, Amihan is having a Fuck February party this Friday to kick this month in the tuckus (see more about the FF party below). That'll bring me to Madison and out of my stinky little apartment. Hoping days of snow and gray are numbered, are a small number. The first warm day I'll throw open the windows and get my Spring Cleaning on. Thank you to my friends who were an extra helping of nice when things were tough. I'm the kind of hyperindependent and it's rare I lean on people. It's very nice to know I've got friend who will support me in lean-y days. And it's very nice to know I can be uncharacteristically lean-y and be okay. Here's to lovelier days in March! posted on 2/28/2005 11:59:00 PM Sunday, February 27, 2005Oh, Oscar!I normally list who I want to win and who I think will win and if they overlap. This year, I'm just not that wowed. I would be happiest tonight if Paul Giamatti won Best Actor for Sideways and Peter Sarsgaard won for Best Support Actor for Kinsey. Since neither got nom nods, I'm gonna go to bed disappointed. I've got my favorite actors, but not for these particular roles. So, here's to dispassionate Oscar watching. posted on 2/27/2005 07:09:00 PM Thursday, February 24, 2005It is snowing. I do NOT want it to be snowing. I want sun and warm breezes. I want to throw open my windows and do some serious Spring Cleaning. I need Spring.posted on 2/24/2005 11:19:00 AM Monday, February 21, 2005Cold Be Damned!I get colds, but they don't get to me. After 3.5 movies, 6 quarts of orange juice and about 36 hours of sleep this weekend, I'm feeling about 70%. Not too shabby. And thanks to Chicagoist for the lovely write-up on the Friends of Loosetooth.com Cookbook! Now that's good medicine. posted on 2/21/2005 11:09:00 AM Saturday, February 19, 2005Yucko.I woke up sick. Some sick, not a whole lot of sick. But this was the annual illness I've been waiting for since New Year's. I'm so stubborn/have so much self control, that I won't get sick until everything is over, after this week's gig, I have movies and little to do this weekend. Other than not enjoying the phlegm machine in my head, I really can't complain. posted on 2/19/2005 01:21:00 PM Friday, February 18, 2005A little sun, lots of friendship, movies and a few treasures and I'm starting to feel more human.posted on 2/18/2005 08:25:00 PM Thursday, February 17, 2005Q: What's the best way to punish a petulant child?A: Make them carry a 48" metal ruler in 20 degree weather without gloves. How do I know? Because I found myself carrying a 48" x 2" metal ruler in 20 degree weather. Without gloves. And I was sooooo tired, I was one step away from being a petulant child. That was one really, really cold ruler-carrying hand. posted on 2/17/2005 08:07:00 PM Wednesday, February 16, 2005Holy CatsIt is February. It is sucking.* I wish Amihan was hosting a good, old fashioned Fuck February party like she did at Grinnell. Was that Amihan's invention? That's how I remember it. Note to self: mandatory trip to Vegas each February to combat the gloom of gray in one of my favorite places. Note to self #2: make a list of favorite places. BUT I worked with a previous graphic facilitation client today (and tomorrow) and their "welcome back"'s were music to my sore ears. *Anyone want to send half-price valentine chocolates or early Peeps to get me hopped up on sugar to forget my troubles? Feel free. posted on 2/16/2005 08:02:00 PM Monday, February 14, 2005 XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO When a wrench was thrown in the works today, I was inspire to create the silliness above. I la-la-love the fact that PBS ran an episode of American Experience about Alfred Kinsey tonight. Perfect. Great documentary. It introduced Kinsey's bride-to-be, Clara Bracken McMillan, as "short and plain looking - but brilliant and fiercely independent." 'At's my girl! I went to see the movie Kinsey with my lovely friend Alise, who elbowed me at all the best parts. We both really enjoyed the movie. What struck me watching the biopic was that when Kinsey developed his sex history survey, he designed the questions with the assumption that you had done everything. Instead of putting you on your guard with "Have you ever...?" You were disarmed with, "When was the first time you...?" Watching the documentary made me respect the film and the man even more. You certainly can't say he was a flawless man, but I'll certainly say we're all better off for his life and work. You can't get everything right when you're doing something so new. It breaks my heart that he died thinking he was a failure. Considering that he was always looking for 100% of sample sets, he couldn't accept less than 100% acceptance. But I guess the intangible success of a man consumed by data was the vast amount of unquantifiable shame, anxiety and guilt he lifted off people's shoulders. Knowledge will set you free. posted on 2/14/2005 10:36:00 PM Sunday, February 13, 2005A Few ClucksLast night Anne and I were standing in a movie theater lobby, unimpressed with the options, especially at nine dollars a pop. I asked Anne if she had any Netflix movies. She said, "Home Movie...oh, and the chicken movie." Me: "The chicken movie?" Anne: "Yeah, a documentary about chickens - it's great. I watched it last night, but I'd totally watch it again." Me: "The Chicken Movie? What is it? My Life as a Chicken? I comma Chicken?" Then I totally cracked myself up. And Anne. But all night I cracked myself up: I, Chicken. Ha! We went back to her place, watched The Natural History of the Chicken. Great hour of chickeness. I still find it hard to believe all the chicken zealots who propend that chickens are chock full of personality. I don't eat chickens because I find poultry darn boring. *chuckle* I, Chicken. posted on 2/13/2005 02:13:00 PM Friday, February 11, 2005CTA, Suicide and UnderstandingLast night, I was on one of the train delays by an medical emergency at the Loyola stop on Chicago's Red Line. Our conductor was friendly and thankfully no one was too uptight in my car. The conductor would chime in apologizing for the delay. He said, "We had a medical emergency at Loyola... ... ...It wasn't good." Medical Emergency makes me think accident. A man in waiting in the station before we all boarded the train down in the Jackson subway stop said someone jumped. A friend said someone was electrocuted. Another friend said someone was trapped under the train. According to this eyewitness account, it was a suicide. A jumper. A terribly traumatized conductor. (Watch out, bloggers are darn near everywhere.) So the suicide brings up conversation about how awful that that person delayed us all, blah, blah. (1) We'll never know if the inconvienence of the Red Line delays were the intent or the result. She's dead. (2) Even if it was an inconvienence, it was an inconveinence. She's dead. For the crabiness of late, I can still appreciate a little perspective. I emailed my friend Gwen about my crabiness and how folks seem to be in a Febraury hermit crab mode. She wrote, "I like the hermit crab idea. I could use a little time to sit in a hole and be crabby... " Maybe Sunday I'll make myself some tea, and make a makeshift shell of blankets and just be crabby in my blankethole. posted on 2/11/2005 03:09:00 PM Thursday, February 10, 2005CrankaliciousOh, I've been SO grumpy lately. Not feeling a lot of love. The holiday slump in client work has caught up with me. I'm eating my way through the kitchen cabinets, thankful I have a decent stockpile. Made a good batch of split pea soup last night. I had a barometric pressure headache all week until I stunned my brain yesterday afternoon with Excedrin and a nap. Then Excedrin PM at bed time. Woke up to a friend calling pre-9:00am. The phone is always seven feet away from my sleeping head. No hiding from that. The first twenty minutes of the day was a very cruel comedy of errors. BUT cranky posts are boring. So, I'll leave it there and go to the library. Libraries make me feel rich, with all those resources packed into one building. posted on 2/10/2005 01:54:43 PM Wednesday, February 09, 2005Yellow, Green, Yellow, Purple and YellowCrafters Heather and Tasha hosted a Mardi Gras party last night. The dress code was yellow, green and purple. Now, I coulda worn all three at once. Tasha said folks were having trouble with yellow. Knowing I could be banana head to toe, how do I not go banana head to toe. I did. The party was lovely and a good antidote to my sour February mood.  posted on 2/9/2005 11:55:06 AM Saturday, February 05, 2005 Party Plumage Just a vain pic of my cute hair for the Chicago Craft Mafia's launch party. More here. While the glass half full is that a bajillion people came to the party, the glass half empty is that of the bajillion, only ten were my friends. What gives, peeps? posted on 2/5/2005 10:20:57 AM Friday, February 04, 2005Crabby. Posts. Are. SO. Boring.See, that's why I avoid posting when I'm cranky. I completely zonked out last night, woke up much better. So far: • dishes washed • trip to Argyle for summer roll stuff • cheese straws made • artichoke dip made • summer roll shrimp marinating • Morrocan flatbread dough rising. Wow - that list is energizing! posted on 2/4/2005 01:49:44 PM Thursday, February 03, 2005I. Am. So. Tired. I. Am. Too. Tired. To. Cry.Things are fine, I'm just exhausted. Unbelievably, I didn't get my annual cold between the holidays and my birthday. But tomorrow night is a big shindig. Which means I should wake up Saturday sick. Tomorrow I cook all day. It should have been good news that our friends-and-family scale party made the front page of The Reader's Section 2. (Exposure's good right? But we weren't planning for da whole darn city to know) Right now, that news makes me an extra helping of exhausted. I'm going to go to bed now, early for me, and hope that fairies fly in and clean my kitchen while I sleep. posted on 2/3/2005 11:11:48 PM Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Late Night Mix This mix has been in the making for awhile, and a mix trade finally got it finished. Try Your Wings - Blossom Dearie For the Good Times - Al Green A Waltz for a Night - Julie Delphy Music Arcade - Neil Young Hallelujah - kd lang Pale Blue Eyes - The Velvet Underground Low Down Man - Squirrel Nut Zippers Damn, Sam (I Love a Woman That Rains) - Ryan Adams Your Love is Mine - Holly Golightly I Wonder - The Willowz Slimcea Girl - Mono Tales of Brave Ulysses - Cream Sugar Boy - Beth Orton Falling - U2 Crystal Cowboy - The Bandits The Only Living Boy in New York - Simon & Garfunkel All I Need - Air You've Got Her in your Pocket - The White Stripes After Hours - The Velvet Underground It's a darn handsome mix, but I've got too much on my mind, can't sleep, listening to it, getting sad. I hope sweet slumber sweeps me up soon. posted on 2/1/2005 02:37:49 AM |
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