Today
is a day of love
What a good day today! I emailed my sister, Burgundy, about a couple
ideas I had for her 2003 wedding - intending to be helpful, not
pushy. Not only did she appreciate the ideas, she liked them and
she very sweetly said, "Did anyone ever tell you are the best,
because you are."
I
feed on praise and that one kept me satiated all day. :) Makes
me wiggle with happiness remembering it.
Not
to mention getting good work accomplished and having a good rapport
with one of my clients.
Plus
I went to a new networking event and representing myself pretty
well. I'm a good networker, but those events are always hit or
miss. Sometimes you click with folks and you're succinct and engaging.
Other times you meet people and just feel like aliens to each
other. Tonight was the Fast Company Company of Friends meeting.
Interesting combination of personalities. I look forward to returning.
And
I saw two good friends today who I can laugh with and we can enjoy
the warmth and comfort of mutual respect. Can't beat that either.
As
I nice epilogue, I returned home and had a very appreciative and
complimentary email from a new colleague I've begun working with
out of the blue. I adore being appreciated and recognized (who
doesn't, really), and it speaks volumes of this person that he
took to time to write.
Perfectly
lovely. I am especially happy.
posted
on 4/24/2002 10:23:48 PM
Tuesday,
April 23, 2002
Finally!
Today I actually dressed right for the weather. Much rejoicing!
I
am continually amazed at my site's stats. People all over the
planet have seen my site. Not teeming millions (yet) but
still visits from every corner. Pretty remarkable. Thus, my remarking.
Posted
on 4/23/2002 11:18:08 PM
Sunday,
April 21, 2002
Mother
Nature's Sense of Humor
Four days ago I posted that it was too warm too think. The next
day I install my AC. Today it's 40 cold, windy, rainy degrees. One
window practically wide open with AC in it. Although it is such
a drafty old window (compared to the new efficient ones in all the
other windows), that I doubt the AC propping the window open made
much difference. No radiator heat since it was 80 a few days ago.
Spent the day getting that definite "up at the cabin" feeling with
the brisk temp inside. Tried to work on the computer, but fingers
were so cold that typing was difficult. Purple fingernails. Space
heater behind me and two big blankets around me. Long underwear,
coveralls, cardigans hat. Made due. Very happy when the radiator
kicked in.
Now
I'm all coooooooozy.
Posted
on 4/21/2002 10:14:14 PM
Wednesday,
April 17, 2002
Too
warm to think
I have an Umberto Eco audio tape (Sign, Symbnol and Code) playing.
Between the warm, incubator-like temperature in my apartment and
the verbal waterfall in the background - "gestaltedly elegant" -
I want a nap.
I
am not a warm weather person. I hibernate in the summer, not the
winter. I am nonplussed by the prospect of needing to heave the
mammoth AC into the window mid-April.
Posted
on 4/17/2002 10:41:11 AM
Monday,
April 15, 2002
InstaSummer
How much do I want to play hooky today? Very much. Last Thursday
and Friday I was running a workshop with cohorts. Saturday, I was
a participating in a workshop. Yesterday I was just a ninny in all
day recouping after the 3 day think/work/stand fest. Today, I've
got to get back in the grind.
So
for now, I've got the blinds up and windows open. Would love more
of a breeze, but am enjoying the taste of warm weather and smell
of growing things wafting in slowly. And happily, I'm not getting
any direct sunlight. I like to think of it as having a twelth
floor cabana with a computer in it. Now I just need some leeeeemoooooooonaaaade.
Lake
Michigan is a gorgeous blue today.
Posted
on 4/15/2002 10:42:36 AM
Wednesday,
April 10, 2002
I'm
at a loss for words but I desire to replace my last gross post,
so here's two Piet Hein Grooks for you. Today's topic: toast.
TIMING
TOAST Grook on how to char for yourself
There's an art to knowing when.
Never try to guess.
Toast until it smokes and then
twenty seconds less.
O
TOAST!
O Toast! What an exquisite yearning
thy sounds and the odors convey!
O fragrant aroma of burning!
O rhythmical scraping away!
posted
on 4/10/2002 09:57:36 AM
Saturday,
April 06, 2002
Ok,
another gross post.
The
bathroom drain was draining very slowly, so I bought a bottle
of drain opener. I poured half the bottle in the drain, as directed.
A few minutes later I think I was lured back into the bathroom
by the smell. I sat on the toilet transfixed by the clog-gunk
rising out of the drain. I couldn't turn away from it. The same
lulling movement of a lava lamp, just much groddier.
Posted
on 4/6/2002 10:50:59 PM
WARNING
- Gross post
After two weeks of what can only be clinically described as chronic
hard boogers, I'm looking online for the way to heal my nostrils.
I'm getting really tired of the snot stalactites in my nose. Ouch.
I
find this under the heading "Stronium" a bit past the description
for the Nose, "Female.-- Menses: Delayed, at first like meat juice,
then passed in clots." GOOD GOD HOW GROSS. Whatever they
are talking about, I don't want it.
Why
can't I search for booger on WebMD? Yeah, I know why, but
it would make my life easier if I could.
Let's
hope I replace this post soon.
Posted
on 4/6/2002 01:14:31 AM
Friday,
April 05, 2002
Today's
one of those days I with I had one of those sunlamps that they prescribe
to folks with Seasonal Affective Disorder. Need more sun. Too much
snow. Too much sleep last night. Hungover from crazyass dreams.
Posted
on 4/5/2002 03:55:00 PM
Wednesday,
April 03, 2002
Technology
bad
All of a sudden my Visor freezes when I try to sync it. My computer
is cranky and crashing. And my printer ate and choked on five 4x6"
cards at once. A true ass-pain to retrieve the cards from the depths
of the printer. It's alarming how difficult the design of the machine
made it. Sort of like trying to remove a playmobil from a cat's
throat with your fist. Gross, yes, but illustrated the difficulty.
After scrapped knuckles and adapting a long surgical instrument
with rubber stamps and the tips of rubber gloves to yank at the
jammed cards, problem solved. Makes me weary of 4x6 cards. *gasp*
There's a big stack right here on my desk! *gulp*
Poetry
good
Piet
Hein rocks an not nearly enough is written about this mathematician/poet/inventor.
How are their no books on him?
Here's
two of his Grooks to balance out the technogrumblings.
The
Wisdom of Spring
We glibly talk
of nature's laws
but do things have
a natural cause?
Black
earth turned into
yellow crocus
is undiluted
hocus-pocus
The
Road to Wisdom
The road to wisdom?
Well, it’s plain and simple to express:
Err
and err
and err again
but less
and less
and less.
Posted
on 4/3/2002 07:49:18 PM
Tuesday,
April 02, 2002
Once
and Again and Gone
One of the top five shows on tv, quality-wise, will be ending soon.
Just two more episodes left of ABC's Once
and Again. I'll be sorry to see it go. Six Feet Under,
Once and Again, and the triumvirate of Law and Order shows are the
only tv I make a special point to see.
Although
it occasionally lapses into melodrama, Once and Again's strength
is on it's acting and the subtle moments between characters. The
standouts are Julia
Whelan as Grace and Evan
Rachel Wood as Jessie. I look forward to seeing them rock
in other roles. It was a brilliant that while everyone was preoccupied
by Grace joining the Gay-Straight Alliance at school, Jessie was
falling in love with her best friend, Katie. And last night's
episode, about a topic prone to oversimplification (a relationship
between teacher and student), was handled beautifully. I'll be
sorry to see it go, but I look forward to the last two episodes.
It's
been fascinating to see the delusion campaign waged by fans. Don't
get me wrong, this series deserves a longer run. Last season it
made sense to fight for the show, but it was made clear that the
costs were too high and rating too low to survive ABC's cut. Yep,
ABC shouldn't have given it a series suicide timeslot. Yep, critics
love it. Yep, the people watching are ardent fans. But it eked
out one season it wasn't going to have, so it's sad to see the
ABC message boards and fans wanting to keep the show running on
fumes. It'll go into the record books beside My So-Called Life
as incredible, short-lived series.
I'll
miss it.
Posted
on 4/2/2002 05:48:33 PM
Holy
Poop.
Inexplicably, my current over-used phrase is "Holy Poop." Ok,
it's sort of explicable. Poop is a fun word to say. Holy Poop
is more understated than Holy Shit, and some occasions call for
subtly in expletives. I think I like the fine line HP walks between
profanity and baby talk. I adore the former and abhor the latter.
Also, it should be made clear that although I do love profanity
and vulgarity, those inclinations rarely lean to the scatological.
For now, I say, "Holy Poop."
April
Fools!
I'm back from a great weekend in Champaign-Urbana. I went down for
Shea
and Kathleen's April Fools Eve dinner which comprised of foods that
didn't appear to be what they seemed. A Crab Rangoon cheesecake,
Fruit Sushi, Pork/Apple and Beef/Cherry "Fruit" Pies (fruit on top,
meat underneath), a Chocolate Pate, Cheddar and Apple Enchiladas.
I was enlisted to help with the Fruit Sushi and was happy to do
so. Also had my first Passover foods while staying with Dan
and Gwen. And strangely, Shea and Kathleen served me Halloween Peeps
on Easter Day. Basically eating and talking all weekend - can't
beat that.
I
got back this morning. I was sitting at my computer talking to
my good friend Billy watching the 3-D Pipes screensaver on my
PC do it's thing. All of a sudden, there was a teapot at the end
of one of the pipes! I couldn't stop staring at it. Never saw
it before. Wish I had hit "Print Screen" before the screen cleared
and reset. Described it to Billy who was sure I was still asleep
from my earlier nap. No dice. Really it was there.
Turns
out it's an "Easter
Eggs" and although I didn't have it one these settings, you
can replicate the trick with these
instructions. I'm hoping it was not just a coincidence that
the teapot appeared 04.01.
It
snowed all day, although it was too warm to accumulate on the
street. Mother Nature's joke on Chicago, or at least my corner
of it.