tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50502642012-01-23T22:01:38.794-06:00"The blog of Liddy: being an attempt to account for her life and some excuses for her professional career."Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.comBlogger10981100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-67718276549374837962012-01-23T21:57:00.002-06:002012-01-23T22:01:38.810-06:00

If I were a suspicious person I would think my house is being cased. I got some broke-ass Washingtonian's broke-down caddy in front of my house as of yesterday, a guy tried to sell me moisturizing creams on the sidewalk (actually, he is my neighbor and works hard to make ends meet and I probably should have bought some. It was Cetaphil) and then 3 (THREE!) cable-innernet dudes with clipboards

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-88466412745344897842012-01-17T23:29:00.003-06:002012-01-17T23:48:51.363-06:00

Oh my god, junior high school, fuck you so hard and forever.Super annoyed that my therapy issues turn out to be seventh grade and my parents. That's so BORING. And it makes me cry. Boring, typical crying is the worst.A fun side note: if you are already sure something is wrong with you but you don't know what it is, it's much, much easier to fall for it when someone says you're messed up and need

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-61015651083755596542012-01-16T13:46:00.003-06:002012-01-16T13:51:20.416-06:00

Forgot one goal:The novel I'm already working on. Oh, yeah, that, the one I am in a writing group for. That one.And maybe a class on editing. I'm being asked for editing help quite a lot lately and I'm totally wanging it.Lovely realization: the more writing-related work I do, the more I get to work from bed. I might not get out of bed til noon on my 'days off' but cripes I'm productive

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-7169738640223181782012-01-13T17:49:00.002-06:002012-01-13T17:59:12.965-06:00

I have a fantasy involving stand-up comedy because I'm too scared of improv, and this fantasy is eating all my best material.But it's ok. Because big news! The motorcycle ladies A-Z book that I contributed to ages ago is finally being published in the next few weeks. I know I cried over the thing I wrote, so it has to be good, right? Goodish? Good enough for government work.I'm not a resolution

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-30357834593052545082012-01-09T18:08:00.002-06:002012-01-09T18:12:55.390-06:00

Ok, ok, I'm fine. Just... y'know. Panic. I'm like midlife crisis age now. I learned last week that women have them earlier.The Delaney and I are intent on cooking regular dinners together now... we did on on Saturday and it was phenomenal, like lots of stuff we do. Trout sauteed in butter, greens with bacon, potato-quinoa croquettes. And another Will Jones chocolate icebox pie because we finished

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-53442600915356650622012-01-08T23:06:00.002-06:002012-01-08T23:11:42.529-06:00

Emotional regression. Awesome. I will never dare ever from now on to think I'm starting to get my shit together because I will immediately regress and start being an asshole to myself again.On the bright side: I love strangers, and one gave me a ring on the bus today. He said he's been trying to sell it but gave up and decided to just give it to the next pretty girl he saw. Aw. Looks like I'm

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-46366362095440623372011-12-31T14:45:00.004-06:002011-12-31T15:00:52.357-06:00

I'm cooking the fugg outta this year.So far today:1. Started the pot roast - my first pot roast ever, complete with the fresh pig's foot that the fanciest butcher in town (their beef tenderloin is $30/lb!) gave me for free (he also gave me a RIGHT ON when I said what I was doing with it... I probably should have invited him over), a 4 lb. roast that my favorite butcher sold to me legitimately, 1

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-89230003588741391612011-12-20T18:01:00.003-06:002011-12-20T18:22:03.620-06:00

Naturally, I can't turn 34 without making an exhaustive list of what I did this year that Jesus never did. Allora. Adesso.1. survived (I got a couple more weeks, but survival's easier now than it was back then).2. menstruated. exhaustively.3. got legal heath insurance.4. did far too much karaoke.5. had a lady slumber party (ok, no one knows if Jesus never did this).6. made a fantastic spaghetti

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-13660037633613886692011-12-16T14:01:00.000-06:002011-12-16T14:02:09.482-06:00

because this is what I think about.

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-24472979271109639062011-12-11T16:30:00.004-06:002012-01-09T18:05:05.348-06:00

I've spent the week obsessed with Will Jones' hilarious 1961 cookbook "Wild in the Kitchen." Beyond recipes like 'Chicken that Tastes like Chicken' and 'Pheasant that Tastes like Pheasant' ("follow recipe for Chicken that Tastes like Chicken, but use a pheasant"), today I read his treatise on fonduemanship, which has harsh words for Swiss skiers who make fondue on the trail over an alcohol burner

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-87544929931442075472011-12-07T21:31:00.009-06:002011-12-09T15:32:55.476-06:00

I started this blog in, whenever it was, 2003? when I was in counseling for depression and starting medication for said affliction. My counselor at the time, who often went around talking about chakras to the uncomfortable me who was extraordinarily Christian and uptight, said that writing, even writing things I didn't think were worth writing, was a way to acknowledge my thoughts and was a

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-1742401469088701292011-11-25T17:30:00.001-06:002011-11-25T17:31:45.599-06:00

I hired some dudes to chop down a tree for me. I have a lot of wood now, and a rather serious need for an ax/sledgehammer/splitter combo.

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-88310278663929208512011-11-15T11:40:00.003-06:002011-11-15T12:32:10.504-06:00

Awright, rereading that last post, I notice how judge-y it was to say "no one should be surprised I'm in therapy" and then backing down from it by saying everyone needs therapy. Because that's sort of the point of what I'm working on: to see myself with a tiny bit of compassion.The thing where me and the counselor keep getting tangled is because I will use words to describe myself that to me are

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-13877651058426827552011-11-02T01:38:00.002-05:002011-11-02T01:50:02.065-05:00

...that I'm in counseling again.I say that as though it's something only messed up people do. But everybody's kinda messed up. Ain't nobody that can't use some counseling. Well, I can, anyway. And I'm a surprisingly tolerable human.My new therapist is the balls. She's awesome. In three sessions I am in such unfamiliar territory (i.e. my emotions) that I'm having to really honest to vishnu

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-69898041293143908982011-10-15T13:58:00.000-05:002011-10-15T13:59:52.004-05:00

singers who sound a little brattylotion

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-87471647068022701922011-09-29T22:57:00.002-05:002011-09-29T23:07:48.278-05:00

The books I index always weasel their way into my life somehow. My most recent project, which was sort of a book about everything, but also about how American culture is black culture and was also sort of a cultural history focusing on poetry and music... anyway... it's got me listening to a lot of Sam Cooke and Curtis Mayfield. It's one of the better things a book has ever done for me. And once

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-52648612597999900402011-09-25T14:39:00.002-05:002011-09-25T14:53:28.991-05:00

If you've ever wondered if there is anything better on the planet than a 71-year-old Dr. John dancing and bringing the ritual, I can now desitively assure you that there is, in fact, not anything better. It is the best.Some shows remind you that music is a miracle.

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-63773399169332780302011-07-25T12:44:00.002-05:002011-07-25T12:47:29.632-05:00

Oh, terrifying. I parked the bike where i can see it from my office window today, because there have been some mischievous kids running around and I don't want them shoving stuff in my tailpipe or whatever. SO MANY PEOPLE ARE ALMOST HITTING MY BIKE. They start pulling into my spot and then slam on the brakes. And I parked toward the front so they'd see me, too. Soooooo anxioooouuuuusBecause what

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-86153379197459791992011-07-23T14:32:00.002-05:002011-07-23T14:45:34.937-05:00

Ok. ok ok ok ok ok.I made it through the first week. 3 of 4 classes went fine, or at least I'm not completely ashamed of how they went. That's better than my percentage from last term. So ok. Three classes next week - market research, sustainability, and image use. I will make it if I don't bungle the first two.A lovely respite from all this work garbage was going to the gym on Wednesday.

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-56769724182328839672011-07-14T16:50:00.003-05:002011-07-14T17:03:11.487-05:00

I only have to keep saying that. 4 classes next week, 3 the week after that, a mysterious week off, and then 3 more classes, two of which are the same. So it's really only making it through the next two weeks. Oh, and I accepted another freelance job for the busiest section of that too. Because I am smart and good at running a business and my personal life in a way that doesn't absolutely murder

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-47825065564212220692011-07-05T18:53:00.002-05:002011-07-05T18:58:18.489-05:00

So there's a Groupon thingy for a Harley rental, and I was all excited (you know... I just want to see how the other half lives... the half that looks down on "jap bikes," in spite of the fact that those "jap bikes" only exist in great numbers because Harley made shit for a decade or two... ANYWAY). I looked at their stable of rental bikes and said to myself, I said, "God, I don't want to be seen

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-55115878571590856792011-07-03T23:23:00.002-05:002011-07-03T23:26:09.678-05:00

"Not Enough Time" - INXS"Poison" - Bel Biv Devoe"Junko Partner" - Dr. JohnI just needed to say something to break the health insurance tension.

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-77144310270454296442011-06-29T12:23:00.005-05:002011-06-29T13:39:12.140-05:00

Ugh. Alright.I pretended I was mentally prepared to be rejected for private health insurance again, but I'm taking it a lot harder today. It makes me so angry that companies have the power over me that they do right now, and that they determine coverage not on the basis of caring about anybody's health, but on the basis of profit.I was rejected for my "chronic neck condition." This is a slight

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-29219832389957464262011-06-29T01:49:00.002-05:002011-06-29T02:12:36.320-05:00

but I don't really do what he says anymore.New Orleans was incredible. I had lovely magic meeting the friendliest, kindest strangers, finding great places to eat and drink sazeracs and vieux carré cocktails, running into very old friends, free cab rides courtesy of filthy library vendors, and getting through airport security with a 20 oz. metal flask of liquid.And the conference was my best ALA

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-24167669810971715842011-06-20T20:23:00.002-05:002011-06-20T20:27:50.999-05:00

I am finally doing the the whole damned conference thing correctly. It used to be awful, because library conferences are always on weekends, and you've worked at the library all week, and then you go work on the weekend, and then you go back to work. It is, I say, the shits.But my 20-hour/week, no-benefits gig where I work Fri-Mon finally perfectly overlaps with my conference schedule, so I more

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-69269329450113812392011-06-12T19:55:00.002-05:002011-06-12T19:57:52.993-05:00

Ozzy smells like a flower since i gave him a bath. he hates it and is being extra aggressive to compensate.

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-91116288104681723282011-06-09T01:27:00.002-05:002011-06-09T01:37:30.605-05:00

It's particularly annoying to be annoyed and know you should be grateful at the same time. Horrible loops of Catholic guilt. Where I'm all, UGH UNIVERSE WHY I HATE YOU, and i'm also like SO MANY PEOPLE WOULD WANT THIS and BUT I DON'T and I'M A JERK WHO TAKES EVERYTHING FOR GRANTED I SHOULD BE ASHAAAAAAMED. And also, these are such privileged problems to have. I recognize it.Anyway.All that

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-25642158733802945882011-06-05T18:03:00.002-05:002011-06-05T18:19:33.884-05:00

I am particularly proud of the books i've been reading lately (between ridiculous indexing projects). The Book of Were-wolves is a reprint of an 1865 book chronicling incidents of and folktales about lycanthropy through history. It explains them all as various persuasions of mental illness, but it's pretty fun anyway. I also know now that if i can rustle up the membrane that surrounds a foal when

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-28738148900514185032011-06-01T23:10:00.003-05:002011-06-01T23:16:47.112-05:00

So, I made Cheetah Bear for my nephew last Christmas, and it was a big hit. But I just got the sweetest email from my sister-in-law saying that this morning when he woke up the first thing he asked for was "Cheetah Bear, hug." And tonight he asked to sleep with Cheetah Bear, and he's never slept with any of his toys before. My heart, it squishes.I needed it after the most stressful 9 weeks of my

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-45458945019701727532011-05-29T17:07:00.003-05:002011-05-29T17:14:48.288-05:00

The other night i was on the bus to go meet Delaney and Zack for a whiskey, and a few blocks from my stop these two teenage girls get on the bus. They are projecting HARD. What they are projecting is that they are tough ghetto bitches. But i know they're teenagers, and likely insecure, so I don't tend to believe that tough stuff very hard.Anyway, so one of the girls is talking, very loudly, about

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-18132524957242320632011-05-15T19:05:00.002-05:002011-05-15T19:13:38.918-05:00

Well that was pretty much the best Saturday ever. BBQing with friends and lounging in the backyard around the fire pit and eating taramasalata, plus parade people-watching and a dog who wants to sit on everybody's laps.Good thing, since i work all the time now and have to pack all possible fun into one day.In other news, work stress is still making me so sick that i want to vomit for a lot of the

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-77766030567266364662011-05-08T18:30:00.001-05:002011-05-08T18:31:25.642-05:00

"maybe I deserve to die, but I don't think I can tonight..."sigh.

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-32546763255407711622011-05-07T18:51:00.003-05:002011-05-07T19:05:36.706-05:00

1. Actually, I have a really good haircut right now, but thanks for your oodles of concern.2. I am a disaster, but it's probably not fatal.3. I can see you!I've got my head above water for the first time in several weeks. It feels pretty nice. All my indoor sprouts are garbage, just about. I've been so busy and the rain and chilly spring have gone on so long that they've been indoors in

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-41310670099335749562011-05-01T18:48:00.003-05:002011-05-03T00:18:26.652-05:00

1. I really am about due to get attacked by a maniac with a hammer.2. My jokes will never be funny again.3. I'm going to be a disaster my whole life.4. I will never recover from last week's in-class book-burning incident. This job will stress me out forever.5. I'm a bad haircut magnet.

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-32594569213141461742011-05-01T15:00:00.005-05:002011-05-03T00:18:49.177-05:00

How does anybody handle the pressure of being responsible for another person's meals? Like, more than one dinner? This question has been keeping me from tricking Scotty into getting me pregnant for years. (That is a joke, Scotty). (Serious). Because it's not like dog food, right? I can't just buy a big bag of baby chow. Even Ozzy suffers under my care sometimes.To phrase it nicely, you could say

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-81303807674079962222011-04-05T02:43:00.003-05:002011-04-05T11:02:18.976-05:00

...and every impresario starts as a yuppie.Did I mention that I karaoke'd with Electric Six last week? I didn't? WHAT???? I did. They have a John Cleese impersonator on guitar, and he is very nice. I talked to him for a long time.Things like that only happen when you go to shows with other ladiez. And you both agree to swallow your wedding rings. Fact. Wait, Carol has no wedding ring. But she is

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-27206317911461170692011-04-02T20:19:00.004-05:002011-05-10T10:07:58.478-05:00

Oz won't walk out a door by himself. This leads to a morning ritual of rolling out of bed and walking with him to the back door, where he stands and hesitates until I go out onto the back patio and show him that it's ok and I'm not going to just shut the door and lock him out.This morning became special when some ladies were spying though my bushes and I was in, um, summer pajamas. They were

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-34434171892403212372011-03-15T00:51:00.002-05:002011-03-15T01:17:19.587-05:00

My boss sent us to the Get Motivated all-day business inspiration workshop, and here is my play-by-play. I lost roughly 70,000 brain cells and and am stupider for having gone, and some of my coworkers bought it hook line and sinker and bought extra "bonus" sessions. BONUS: I found the situation under which vodka from a camping flask becomes a delicious, delicious beverage.On schedule to just miss

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-86238507689332585972011-03-13T01:00:00.001-06:002011-03-13T01:02:03.620-06:00

Good workout, spicy pasta, sleepy dog time.More Tom T. Hall for you:

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-39772882707695079372011-03-05T20:11:00.001-06:002011-03-05T20:12:46.707-06:00

In love with this:

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-44391310920393360042011-02-24T17:36:00.001-06:002011-02-24T17:38:09.382-06:00

Ok. So it snowed an inch and a half. I put two snowballs in the freezer. Dont' piss me off in August. Alternatively, don't be fun to have a snowball fight with unless you want it to continue unseasonably.

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-47346890146275429102011-02-23T13:07:00.001-06:002011-02-23T13:07:34.763-06:00

Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7

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Exciting stuff.I went to Vegas for the first trade show where I've ever felt helpful and somewhat busy. Wrote some orders for my dad, yammered distractingly at retailers, made friends with other salesmen, all that fun stuff. Did our traditional Hilton buffet where you win by packing your plate with high-dollar items. We had a new participant named Dennis, who was, frankly, a grouchy guy for the

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-72618575707386940942011-02-03T15:26:00.003-06:002011-02-03T15:41:10.361-06:00

...which I'd regret more if it weren't epically cold there. Colder than Oregon. That's not what I go to Texas for, man. I go for brassy ladies and margaritas on stuccoed patios, and maybe some bullwhip fights with rattlesnakes. But my brassy ladyfriend couldn't make it out of Chicago, so we're postponed til April. Alas.I just realized that's gonna have some repercussions with garden stuff. I am

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-70915489034561338022011-01-31T21:13:00.003-06:002011-01-31T21:20:26.138-06:00

I'm exhibiting a painting at the Splendorporium, starting Friday. This retroactively fulfills my exhibition goal for 2010. 2011 is as of yet in the lurch.I like the word "lurch." Not sure the phrase really works there, meaning that it communicates anything specific, but we're all stuck with it now.Oh, and I will not be at the opening because I will be in Austin, TX, for the first time ever, God

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-68074277231980576022011-01-29T21:19:00.002-06:002011-01-29T21:23:16.109-06:00

My mom warned me months ago to get my thyroid checked after two of my aunts finally got treated for thyroid issues. Starting to believe her about that. In spite of the day of super-accomplishment and newfound artistic fervor, I am bone tired. Pooped! And are you supposed to feel energetic post-workout? I generally come home and take an hour nap.Like Maria Bamford said about all her friends, I

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-7528479175468811412011-01-18T23:12:00.002-06:002011-01-18T23:18:06.169-06:00

Seeds I bought this year:Brussels sproutsRattlesnake beansSugar snap peasPing Tung eggplantBroccoliRapiniLettuce mixSpinachSummer squash: 1 pattypan custard squash and one zucchini typeWinter squash: pumpkin type, more for cooking than for halloweenBeetsTomatoes: Marmande (big tomatoes) and Riesentraube (cherry tomatoes)Swiss chardAsparagus (what was I thinking? not even going to plant this)Herbs

Liddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04819466813843107306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050264.post-33623530701188148332011-01-13T21:07:00.002-06:002011-01-13T21:11:31.658-06:00

Back on the wagon! For at least another 48 hours.So, we've started giving Ozzy fish oil supplements because his skin seems to be super itchy. It's helped a lot with the actual skin-and-coat conditioning like we hoped it would, but the best frakking thing about it is how delicious he thinks it is, and for real he *dances* when we feed him. It's beautiful. I think he's been studying Isadora Duncan.

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A positive, if unintentional, lesson I learned from being a Christian all them years back:The Christian version of the lesson goes like this..."The heart is deceitful above all things"--Jeremiah 17:9. Therefore, you cannot trust yourself. You cannot make yourself or another person happy. Only a right relationship with God can fulfill you, and even in that case happiness is not guaranteed. You may

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So, remember the little girls who came by and ravaged my dahlias (with permission)? Yesterday they came by on their scooters and asked, "Where are all your pretty flowers?"Bwah ha haaaaaaaI love them. They love my dog.Train is half-reassembled. Things are looking up!

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Yep.Just checking.Ugh.

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Assuming "Namasté" is yoga for "Booyah."It's rare that I get to make a list of things I've already done in a day. Today has been the opposite of yesterday (a crying pile of cramps and depression and misery) and I'm gonna celebrate, goddamnit.DONE:-walked neighbor's dog-cut back/pulled all my dying plants for the winter... basil, dahlias, stupid hostas, sage-type thing, Jacob's ladder, and some

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I like the odd shape of my Friday-Monday work week because it means Monday nights are beer nights. And there's always happy hours. And, even better, there's always free beer in my fridge. And not like, previously paid, "free" beer. Actually free, given to us by brewer neighbors for walking their dog free. It's delightful, and it accelerates me doing chores. Drinking chores are chores you don't

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1. The two little girls from my neighborhood who asked if they could pick some of my dahlias. The dahlias are on their last legs and looking pretty scraggly, but I said, "Sure, you can pick as many as you want." They STRIPPED those poor plants. hee hee!2. I hadn't been called "Mami" at the grocery store in a very long time. I miss Chicago. I miss Mexicans.3. Favorite purple shirt.4. I made a list

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Yes, loud naked lady in the locker room, you look great for being 43 with 3 kids, but I'd appreciate it more if you didn't stand one foot away and talk about your hernia.

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So I'm still a crazy lady, but I'm no longer a liar. I'm back to my driver's license weight.And I am apparently now a jerk who cares about shit like that.

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Problems at work can generally be solved by fire.Personal problems take an average of 6 gym hours and half a pack of cigarettes.

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There's been a lot of live music all up in here lately. It's been nice. It's also made me miss Chicago a lot, since that's about half of what my social life was there. Here's the ridiculous sum up on music lately:early October: James, at the Wonder Ballroom.I have to admit, I wasn't sure about this one. My friend Delaney said, "Oh my God! James is coming to Portland!" And I, ever foolish, said, "

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but why?I've been having a bit of a yen to pick up the fiddle again. Since I didn't spend a whole lot of time building solid skills when I played before, I don't think it'll be to rough getting back up to where I was before. I remember a few tunes, I think. But really I'm intrigued by the possibilities it holds for Kittie Ribbinz. I think it would be ok for us to introduce instruments as long as

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Modern DataFresh Swoon

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Glorious day. It helps to have new stuff to look forward to. Like pulling more ivy out of Forest Park tomorrow morning. I really probably should have directed my education at forestry. I love destroying invasive species. Really, really love it. I love being sore from it, I love breaking my back over it.Also took advantage of perhaps the last 75 degree day of the year to take Lila (the motorcycle)

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When Ozzy is laying there on the couch doing nothing, is he ever being crushed by thunderous self-doubt? Is he ever wondering how he can prove he's worth the life he's been given?URGH.Need I say, bad angst day.

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...when it can go from the moody lonely song that I'm indulging straight into 'Alabama Jubilee' by Jerry Reed.

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I almost wept into my breakfast while finishing Here Comes Somebody! What a beautiful, brilliant book with a heartbreaking ending.I fear to entirely recommend it because I know it has some very stereotypical 1930's ideas about gender and blah blah blah. But if you can get over that, and see that the girl in the story is just brilliant despite all the pigeonholing, it's just lovely. Really. It's

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Time for some radical asceticism. Minus the desert lean-to and plus donuts.

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And really, yeah, that would be alright.Another hot week of existential angst, made tolerable by a man who thinks i'm cute when i'm hungover and friends who are far better friends to me than i am to them.Le sigh.But here's a gem:Here comes Somebody! by Ben Hur Lampman; illustrations by Mahlon Blaine. Published in Portland, Or. by Metropolitan Press in 1935. An Alice in Wonderland-esque, quirky,

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Heavenly cherry tomatoes = innumerable, eatenSauced with basil and garlic = 18Otherwise eaten or cooked = 2Picked today for green tomato salsa and my first attempt at canning = 52.Those 72 tomatoes were from two freaking plants. That's crazy talk.

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I have to work tomorrow to make up for going out of town for a couple days, but it seems like a pretty good night for drinking anyway.Tomato count:Sauced with basil = 3Ready to be sauced with basil = 5Eaten for lunch today = 15 heavenly cherry ones, likely to be repeated tomorrow

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Remember a couple posts ago when I was talking about getting my library into a cooperative program in spite of my boss' efforts to make it extremely difficult? Well, he's so proud now that we're in the program that he made it the number one item in our report to the rest of the faculty. Except that pretty much everything he said about it, other than the name of the program, was wrong and/or very

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I'd rather make dumb songs in Garage Band tonight than work on the freelance project I'm avoiding. I've been having highly productive creative consultations with my delightful friend Delaney. We, as the non-musicians in our band, gotta have each others' backs in the face of pressure to learn instruments and sing on key/in time.My tomatoes are blushing, finally. I've been telling them

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I noticed that my blog is on the draft list of "liblogs." I notice these kinds of things, especially when my statistics show someone actually looking through and reading* more than one post. I find it interesting, mostly because I feel like I almost never write about work. I do fit their criteria though. Now I'm just sad that I didn't make their earlier lists, given that I've been around longer

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Today's assets:1. Chiropractor appointment. Actually a follow-up from my appointment last week, but I need it. And I looooooooove my new chiropractor. Nevermind that both he and the massage therapist he works with are strapping young men who are both probably younger than me, but they're both really, really good at what they do. I listed my pain as an "8" on the scale last week, and now I'd put

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From now on, all paperwork sent to me should first be laminated. I might need to spill something on it.

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Sperimentin'

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I know we're all stupid and fried here in the airports of the United States today, but lady, really? REALLY???I was looking for my westward options from Chicago yesterday and noticed that this woman looked very frustrated. I asked what she was looking for and she said, "There's no Chicago on this board!!" I said, trying as hard as I could not to sound like an asshole, "Well, we're in Chicago." "

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Self-forgiveness is a bitch. Frakkin catholicism.Every few years I smack up against my generally-ignored ability to severely mess other people up. Even if it's been years since I've more or less made my peace with those involved, I still get these awful pangs of guilt about things I did simply because I was young and stupid and didn't think about how it would affect them. Or things I did for

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here's the list of what i'm working on right now:healing my mosquito bitesechoing pangs of sorrow from treating various people like shita record load for the librarysecret plots to become a decent humanKittie Ribbinz lyrics

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...are ones where if any of my exes saw me, they'd feel like they dodged a bullet. I desperately need a shower, I have a mosquito bite on the bottom of my big toe (wHat??) and I haven't combed my hair in 2 days. I should probably join the gym or take the dog out, but it feels real nice to just sit here with my coffee and think about those things instead of doing them.Aw yeah.I'm beyond the need

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Back in my Christian days, it was pretty rare when I didn't have to deeply, DEEPLY cringe anytime the word "Christian" was mentioned in close proximity to "the arts." Christian arts tend to be extremely literal (that's certainly not true anywhere else in typical Christian worldview... is it?), extremely cautious or "pretty," or else just a head-bashing attempt to show that Christians can be "edgy

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New favorite recipe: orecchiette and broccoli raab (or the bitter broccoli from our garden... yum)New hate: Portland's significantly longer allergy seasonNew love: more about Scotty-so-hottie, every dayNew wants: garden tools, especially limb-lopping implements to take the piss out of our cherry treeNew complaint: forever in debt to your priceless advice

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To do:Attack the easy indexing project I'm avoiding finishingWalk OzzySweep the cherry tree crap off the roofPray to the gods of broccoli plants to heal the great big one that tipped over in the wind last nightPut all the gardening tools I want on my Amazon listUm, I dunno, stuffBlurgh

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Ugh, awful awful dreams lately. And I'm so paranoid talking about them because it seems the meme 2 months ago was to talk about how boring it is when people talk about their dreams. I happen to find other peoples' dreams fascinating, but I'm a bad conversationalist, so what do I know?Scotty's been in Chicago for 2 weeks for a theater gig, and I've been doing a large poop ton of freelance work.

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It's da SUPA FUPA!

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Sometimes when I'm freestyling, I lose confidence.Unfortunately, life is pretty much all freestyling. Boh.

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So, major life events first:We somehow managed to buy a house. wtf? I know. Some fools gave us a mortgage, even during this "crisis" AKA everyone covering their asses to kingdom come. Anyway, we take possession on Saturday and I start painting on Tuesday morning. I am doing all the painting in 2 gallon increments because I have lots of 2 for 1 gallon of paint coupons. It's a '50s ranch with a

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"Hey! I lost my virginity on your birthday!"

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"EVERYBODY should touch the backside."Her response: "Um, yes, if that's library policy."

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What I really want to ask my coworkers right now is, "who do I have to fuck to get my garbage can emptied around here?"

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This place is a morgue on Sundays... I'm on the reference desk for the next six hours, and my two adorable stoner boy student workers have assured me that NOTHING ever happens on Sundays.Sweet.

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1. Be glad if it's not raining/hailing/tornadoing2. Be glad if you're wearing shoes and something vaguely weather appropriate*3. Be glad you live near a library so you don't have to go browse at the auto parts store to kill two hours until your housemates get home4. Wish you had a whiskey and ginger ale5. Try not to swear in front of the neighbor kids6. Be glad you now have an even better excuse

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... or at least it has for my friend Heather and her dad, who set out yesterday on their motorcycle trip from New Mexico to somewhere in South America over the next couple of months.They'll be writing about their adventures here, and it's gonna be bloody well worth reading, as they're both excellent writers and amazing humans.I'm just stuck here waiting until the next day that's warm and dry

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So... it's been a very emotional week of attempting to buy a house before our housemates get sick of us and kick us to the curb. We made a low-ball offer last week on this house.You don't have to tell me what a piece of shit it is. I realize that now.We had all these elaborate and expensive plans (that we can't afford) to rip out all the nasty carpet, and repaint, and install new fixtures, and

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So, I'm employed again. I enjoyed my 4 months off and it was only frustrating sometimes. I managed to only blow through personal savings and not my house down payment savings, so hurrah. And I'm making an easy transition back to the world of productive non-dirtbag citizenry and only working part-time. They're hoping to make it a full-time faculty position in about a year, which would mean I'd

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At least until the oven timer goes off and my burrito is done. I do not skip burritos, no sir.I couldn't sleep Sunday night because of thinking. Scotty and I had been mad and sad at each other for most of the night but talked it out before I went to bed early (I started a new job on Monday morning, more later). My brain refused to cool off, and I ended up thinking about this blog. I remembered

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Here is the link to our Australia blog. Enjoy!http://iserisinoz.blogspot.com

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not true... i'm just grouchy today. turns out the one job i'm ideally qualified for is also the one where i don't even get a call for an interview, just a "sorry, we've hired someone" email.thank god I'm leaving the country, or I'd be really depressed.

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Flavor Spot, on Mississippi, also known as waffle sammitch heaven. I achieved zen, which it turns out is a perfect tertiary harmony between waffle, ham, and smoked gouda. It is to be desired, but not pursued.Also: 2 big amazing waffle sammitches, a soda, and a coffee = $12. I love this town.

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Alright alright alright alright.The skinny: I've been absent, but with good reason. The calendar follows.Mid-August through the end of August -- probably the hardest I've worked since pulling all-nighters in the art studios in college and turning in wet paintings to exhibition judges. I was still full-time at the museum, and also working from the second I got out of work until at least midnight

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My workspace in the museum basement has been vastly classed up by this addition to the restroom door. You can imagine how classy that unlabeled bathroom was before.In other news, I thought this lady was waiting for the purple line, but I was wrong.

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These are the before and after phone lists for the library since we had layoffs. Ouch.I also got a liturgical smackdown from the Catholic Church this week. My brother was going to ask me to be the godmother of my nephew, but it turns out you can't do that if you're divorced and haven't gotten an annulment from the Church... a process that takes about a year and costs $500, and where old celibate

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