agility, fragility, and humility

Today, I modified an entry for this event, coming to Baltimore.


NY Times reviews a Maryland-based blog that handles confessional postcard art. its seems somewhat contrived, but I looked at every piece anyway.


Brian Greene puts in his two cents in on "This I believe". He describes the potential for learning (math and science) to be one that can be emotionally rewarding. what a guy.

When musical worlds collide.

members of Sloan + Geddy Lee of Rush or Sean Penn?

So I am not getting much work done.

All in my header

For three days I have been trying to get started on the coding of a website I have designed. I simply CAN-NOT get started even when there are no BBQs, events to DJ, or people's asses to kick and get kicked by in tennis. I have even sat out on the porch and tried to think up motivators. they have so far included:

coffee
cleaning up work area
closing the curtains to block the sun
looking at my tax forms from 2004 (the scare tactic)
making an outline to break down the work that made things look easy: I. header. II. columns.


I have partial reservations about using (and simultaneously learning) ImageReady to create navigation. Its also just been so damn long- and all this new stuff. css. ssi. csi. php. asp. The thing thats really knocking me down, is that I can't even put a picture up on my own blog header - damn template! After I cut through the overwhelmingness, I know I will find it is not half as frustrating as building it up for 3 days. It's going to happen. NOW!

The sith senth

So I hear so many mixed reviews about Star Wahs. I am still waiting for all the Super Nerds to evacuate before I attempt to enter the theatres, but I WILL be excited. Excited by the mere fact that this is a mega movie, that is ending in the middle. Hello people?? excitement. Natalie Portman is Carrie Fisher's mom yo! Thats so matrix!

At work, I was shown the latest in galactic guessing games - Challenge Vader where he finds the object you are thinking of using his Jedi wisdom and some burger king food in < 20 qs. Someone tried to get Vader to guess a condom. His response was: "Is it a Perogie?"

Is that your final answer Vader?

catploitation

Last night I stayed up later than I should have drawing a comic about the football playoffs. It was a very amped up and emotional day. 20 panels later, I prepare to go to bed when some after-party activity starts happening for the housemate. I cover my head with pillows, but 4 restless hours later, the kitty litter pan smell has finally stirred me out of my slumber. I lean up to check the damage but my hand lands in cold mush.

yes. so it was okay to feed cats milk in the 80's but not anymore. Puke followed onto the Vanity Fair article (that I didn't finish) about the New York Times writer who was fired. I was so peeved and paranoid that animals are out to get me. I carefully listened to every internal kitty noise while I burned a candle and tried to catch some zs at 4:30 a.m.

Tonight, it happened again when the housemate greeted the cat. He started convulsing so I put him on the floor. It was violent and brief. He seems fine. But I found a bee-bee? I hope he's okay.

At least he hasn't put the knife to me yet.

Episode 2s are always attack of the clones

For my 18th birthday, my friends decided that I was pathetically lonely and they got me a full grown cat for my birthday without asking me, before unloading me at a surprise family birthday party when they told me we were going dancing. I was no doubt really pissed at my friends for years. They rescued him from a lesbian couple (thats the only explanation I ever got), and I always felt like we would always be a couple.

Then, my family line up took a big change and my mom, baby brother, and second oldest sister were all forced to seperate. I had to move in with my stepgrandmother, and was unable to take Alphie with me. I felt like such a bad mommy. I never chose to have a cat, so I tried to absolve myself of the guilt of seperating from him. My mom and I both agreed that my dad could make up for some lost child support checks (my dads a good guy). So then dad inherited him, and little clawless alfie became a dirt-rolling Carroll County country cat.

This week I brought Alphie to live with me while my dad is on vacation. He spent his first 4 hours under my bed. Now he is sleeping next to me on the sofa. We just watched StarWahs 2. Just like in the good old days.

Lets open up a restaurant in Santa fe

This week our kitchen has been a massive manufacturing zone. No pics available due to impatient consumption. but heres the run down of foods I made:

••• breaded garlic pork chops with rosemary topped with my Nan's famous peach jam, featuring lima beans with parm risotto and french fries c/o frozen bag.

••• tabouleh salad with fresh lemons + my highly coveted lemon cooking oil, crushed coriander (c/o housemate pantry) parsley red onion, and tomato. Featuring Chohula sauce and 6 month old crushed up corn chips.

••• Turkey burgers (on the grill) marinated with bacon bits, dill and garlic oil, topped with avocado and my Nan's famous sweet pickles and onions (can't get enough dill), served with a side of nothing.

Housemate made:
••• Huevos rancheros- fried tomatillos+sauce, refried beans, lime, avocado, heated tortillas, topped with fried egg, and spicy homemade tots.

•••Turkey burgers (on the grill) marinated with ginger and lemon? topped with pineapple and some hot tomato sauce on a kaiser. Pressed in the sandwich press with some tots.

•••Blackened chicken tits (he likes to call them), with old bay cayenne and something else he will get mad if I tell. with some tots.

Its really fun grilling. I love watching the flame. Its kind of like watching the ocean. I guess thats what the midwesterners do for some peace in the nature.

Le Grand Chapiteau

Last Night, the Vegas Crew scored yet another batch of free tickets to see another Cirque du Soleil performance. This time- Varekai for the dress performance. It was very entertaining and it will be here all month. I highly recommend it for all its ball crushing acts, and all the children during intermission who get wild trying to perform. Its also canadian and french. so its oí culture bon ami.

Lord of the Fruit Boots

dear makers of the Dog Brothers of Z Town,
I saw the first documentary, how your upper-class suburban boredom brought about skateboarding from surfing. Maybe I saw the follow-up-- Gleaming the Tube, or Follow the Liquid, the one with all the footage and stills set to hip music. But the Stacy Peralta story?! Please cut it out after this.

My tweens into twenties were spent trying to demystify skateboarders.

Dear Tweeners,
Don't fall victim to the crush on "a boy who is doing something I can watch" syndrome, like the girls in this picture.

Sincerely,
SkateBetty Wisenstein

blost

The best children's book

Today I went to hit all my usual sites and I noticed the blog I use as my blogroll has removed its columns of blogs in favor of a Star Wars ad. I don't know how to access the things I read. I am surfing around in a fog of blog.

I also became acquainted with the handsome website of technorati. It's the pefect mix of pro-blogging and yet another device in my wicked-searchability powers. I will be learning about the curious tag tag:*.

Salon posts a ridicoulous story about Chapelle and the tragedy of comedy + drugs. Maybe it bothers me because someday I will be on my deathbed embittered because I never aspired to do stand up, and instead did too many drugs. I even heard yesterday that he's just visiting a friend and people are sweating his case for no reason.

women in history have rarely got ahead by blah blah blah

you know that bumper sticker about women 'behaving'... is so annoying. I would like to know who they speak of. Because whenever I read it, I think its about women who are bad drivers and are proud of it, or women like Paris Hilton who embrace their internet videos and aren't 'afraid to make fun of themselves'.

I'm not above reading celebrity gossip garbage. here in an interview with Paris Hilty on the Fix. My favorite exchange:

AP: Do you read blogs?

Hilton: What's that?

AP: Um, they're these things on the Internet where people write about news and stuff.

Hilton: No, I don't really read anything on the Internet except my AOL mail. I don't like people who sit on computers all day long and write about people they don't know anything about.

AP: What did you want to be when you were a little girl?

Hilton: A veterinarian, but then I realized I could just buy a bunch of animals.

well if I could afford a gaggle of miniature puppies. maybe I wouldn't have this pastime of contemplation on the net.

layed out.

My parents along with Sis#1 came to the football game this weekend. We only had two girls so that meant I got to showcase my talent. In my family, there is a strong bart and lisa archeotype for me and my baby bro. Naturally trying to disprove that I am any less of an athlete, I was floored and bounced by a guy on the other team who was performing a lateral pass backing into me. He was so huge I couldn't even see that the ball was even still in play- so naturally I was motionless in getting out of his path. I don't know what happened but when I looked at the ref from the ground, my body accidentally got up instead of just my soul and I resumed play. From the way my teammates described it; one of my legs was up in the air as I flew back and landed with my head hitting the ground twice. Then we ate my kick ass burgers.

Let me tell you the bruising is bad today. Steady dosing of aleve, and pretty soon some Irish cream. I just want to sit here sprawled on the couch and not move. Earlier Housemate pointed out the best Hampden outfit ever while I wrestled with my groceries-- it hurt my aching bruised ribs and knees so terrible-like. The more I resisted the more it hurt the more I laughed like that dude on the roof in Mary Poppins. If you know me, you know I get these fits. I hate to laugh at somebody else's style but lady was rocking it. She had a blue bandana (rambo style). Grey sweatpants, hiked up to the newly fashionable gaucho length. A white sweatshirt with 3 bad-ass illustrated kitties on the front, and their respective butts on the back. and the topper- ankle-length sports socks (no shoes). And let me tell you she was strutting her way right into Rofo. I guess people laugh at me on my ice-cream runs too.

The Euphoria film was pretty doggone inspiring. I could have used it two years ago.

The lady with the golden arm

In the immortal words of Ice Cube, "Today was a good day".
I got to work on some materials for the local news radio station and make some much needed dough. That made me feel good about advertarding. I was surprised to find noone else in the office listens. I had to describe what a "driveway moment" was. They experienced it listening to Rush. Whoa.

Then, I learned a new thing about googling. Wildcard searches. I love learning! This has maximized my detectivability in finding crap out about people.

Then, I won a photo contest at Atomic Books for taking a picture with a book in it. I love winning! I got a pro flickr account that I will be using this weekend as soon as Target locates my pictures.

The Md Film Fest kicks off tonight. Two summers ago I helped out on this movie. It promises to be good, and it may be my gold-painted arm's two second cinematic debut.

cinco de cinco de cinco

La cosa que bueno de "cinco de mayo", es cuando estas escribando las emails, puedes usar "hasta loogie", y es mucho hilariouso-- ¡cada vez!

despues de trabajar, voy a tener una cerveca con mi amigas.

¡hasta loogie!

What holding pattern are you in?

I wrote a beautifully articulated story about how I scrimp and save money on tuna and chicken fried rice, and how I found an ant in my bed and how I was going to "go out and blow out", which I decided is ®[read trademarked brethren], .and blogger didn't save it as a draft, as I requested. We've all had that happen huh? Its part of the blogosphere.

News for the weekend: biggest football game ever. Read: dad at first sporting event ever. Parental support in the 20-30's?

wow. exactly how I feel after the Towson Target lost my photos.

What Is Your Battle Cry?

Striding along the cliffs, attacking with a studded crowbar, cometh Officewizard! And she gives a low grunt: "I'm going to bludgeon you so painfully, your blood will flow counter-clockwise!!"

Find out! Enter username: Are you a girl, or a guy ?

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you can do it.

I need to be more like Lucy. She abuses her brother and her love interest, and is successfully self-employed helping others for .05 a session. Today was a bad day on the field. Captain My Brother called me off the field midplay- immediately channeling that physical education feeling of being last draft. In case you're wondering, age doesn't protect you from these elementary feelings of rejection. So, as the game was closing out to be a loss, I left. my life is chock-full of contention.

the apology call came later after their trip to the bar. I realized I was in a half hour long heated conversation about the shortcomings of our team (soar losers), and my "coed social football league needs". He was hearing me on it- what a good little listener he is. He must be the Lucy.

now back to Cabin Boy.