Wednesday, August 06, 2008

ring a ding ding

Well, if you haven't heard already, there's a ring in my future. I hope it doesn't look like this.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Work related

I'm normally far too self-absorbed to write about current events and things like that, but I just finished creating selection lists for Buffalo and Erie County's public library for titles in honor of their native son, Tim Russert. Books on politics and government for adults and kids - just the kinds of books that would have sparked discussions on his show. It makes a gal proud to be a little involved in a worthy project.

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

too lazy to post

but here's a quiz!

You Are The Fool
You are a fascinating person who is way beyond the concerns of this world.
Young at heart, you are blissfully unaware of any dangers ahead.
You are a true wanderer - it has be difficult finding your place in this world.
Full of confidence, you are likely to take a leap of faith.

Your fortune:

You are about to embark on a new phase in your life.
This may mean changing locations, jobs, friends, or love status.
You are open about what the future will bring, and free of worry.
You have made your peace with fate, and you're ready to start down your new path.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

late night meddling

I am a busybody. I confess. But I am a busybody with a heart.

My upstairs neighbor died sometime in April (not IN the apartment). It was a sad and sudden occasion - he was a young guy, he dropped dead unexpectedly, he'd just moved in because he was separated from his wife. He had a cat, which I can hear at night galloping around the apartment. So last night some people came and loaded up a truck with stuff from that apartment, leaving it (I gather) empty. And still the cat is doing laps up there.

This makes me sad and mad too, because this poor kitty had a master who just never came home one day. And every so often someone comes and feeds him, but mostly he's alone. So I sat down and wrote an anonymous note of the pleading variety: something along the lines of "your cat deserves a good home - if you can't take him in yourself, don't abandon him." As if they weren't aware of this already.

Still. It had to be said! I included the address of the local animal shelter in case they just can't keep it. I don't think that puts me in the category of passive-aggressive note writer. Does it?

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Soon, you will be as cheese...











melty, melty.

All obscure references to superheroes on Nickelodeon aside, Bibliofilly has been without air conditioning throughout the little heat wave that started Saturday and averaged 96 degrees every day. I've been using fans (sometimes 2 at a time), long soaks in cold tubs, and extended trips to cooler places as my main means of survival. Unfortunately, the resultant sleep deprivation and frustration with my apartment building's maintenance team has made me a tired, angry little teddy bear.


In a true act of devotion and kindness LOML offered to put me up in luxurious air-conditioned comfort, and even went so far as to say that Harry could come along as well (both of us knowing full well that LOML is allergic to Harry), and I relented Sunday night, but sans cat. Getting Harry to go in the car is an exercise in getting covered in cat hair, as well as scratches, and his anxiety level while in the car makes even a short trip seem like an ordeal. Translation: he usually poops himself. So, I slept alone these past few nights, sweltering and seething. Fortunately the weather has broken - and the maintenance people are coming out again to re-check the AC. I may reenact Crime and Punishment (complete with hatchet and fevered demeanor) if something doesn't happen soon.

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Tip o' the Day

If you are in the office and you beschmutz yourself with something like toner, after you brush or shake the loose particles off, dab it (very gently - don't spread it) with a little hand sanitizer. The alcohol dries faster than water would, meaning less time walking about with big wet spots announcing to the world that you need an apron.

How do I know this? Oh, I just know.

Sunday, June 01, 2008

bowling just took on a whole new meaning

LOML has begun investigating his passion for cricket in a new blog. So far, it's only 2 entries long, but I'm excited to see the gears working, and it should be good clean fun. Check it out, won't you, and give him a shout.

http://sillymid-off.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Still not eloquent

I'm in love. It may take me a while to return to reality.
Please leave a message after the tone.

Monday, May 05, 2008

on loss of eloquence

o neglected blog
you've been a good audience
not sure what to write.


I am well and truly smitten with Bachelor #3...and I can't even find words to say so! I find myself saying dumb things like "you are really neato" and my whole education and all those wonderful polysyllabic words have obviously left the building. What's wrong with me????

I am actually not unhappy to have this problem. I am beaming and glowing and not at all in need of sleep or food or anything. The coolest thing of all, he likes me too!

I will blog again later, when I have graduated from middle school and can form mature adult sentences...

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Guess who's...

This is an old standby: who would you invite, living or dead, to a dinner party? This came up in conversation when R., someone I recently met, mentioned that in 19th-century Paris it was the practice to get someone to act as a 14th person (known as quatorziens) at the table if the number of invited guests was 13 - since 13 is an "unlucky" number. (I like this guy! So erudite and interesting...it makes a gal tingle...)

So, anyway, here's my list:

1. Henry Rollins. You knew it was coming. I love how he expresses himself. And he's got no shortage of opinions.

2. Christopher Hitchens. Contrarians are a blast to watch.

3. Germaine Greer. A killer mind and a feminist too. Just stirring the pot...

4. Gandhi. I understand he was a hoot at Charades.

5. Dorothy Parker. Naturally.

6. Picasso. When he gets bored with all the talk he can draw a mural on the tablecloth.

7. Colette. One of the wittiest (and sexiest) women of her day. Loved cats. Maybe she could make Harry behave.

8. Jane Austen. Just to see if she's really all that. Not sure she is.

9. the current Dalai Lama. He laughs so often, you just know he's fun to be around.

10. Jon Stewart. Just to keep us on topic, he can moderate.

11. Amy Sedaris. Quirky and adorable. Maybe she'll make me cupcakes.

12. Kim Jong-Il. Let's get this party started!

13. Iggy Pop. One of the most well-spoken and informed people in music. If it gets dull, he can smear himself with peanut butter and dance on the table.

14. The Living Quatorzieme - who else but Stephen Fry? He is so Oscar Wilde-y they made him play it in the movies, and everyone wants Oscar Wilde to come to dinner.

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Someone call the waaaaahm-bulance



I'm serioulsy, life-ruiningly swamped at work, my boss just yelled at me, people think I'm incompetent, I have insanely high cholesterol so I'm on a high-fiber, no-fun diet, my sister disowned my mother and is acting crazy in other ways, the latest online dude turned out to be a dud, and my face is breaking out.

Only several days of drunkenness followed by copious amounts of sleep, fresh air, and good food will make this right. Unfortunately, one more waaaah - I'm in the negative for vacation time, so I can't take any days off.

Boo!

Monday, March 31, 2008

meme

I actually have way too much work to do, but I'm bored, and we can't let THAT happen.

I found this somewhere, it doesn't matter where, and it looked cool, so here we go. Apologies for repetition.

Go to Google Image Search and enter each of the following search terms, and pick an image from the first page of results. Here's mine!

1. Age at next birthday:



2. A place you’d like to travel:



3. Your favorite place:



4. Your favorite food:




5. Your favorite animals:



6. Your favorite color:



7. Town where you were born:



8. First name of a past love:



9. Best friend’s nickname:



10. Your screen/nickname:



11. Bad habit of yours:



12. Grandmother’s name:



13. College major:



14. Your first job:

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Knitting up the raveled sleave of care


So last night my way of celebrating St Patrick's Day was to take myself over to a sleep lab and allow myself to be hooked up with all kinds of wires so that I resembled William Hurt in Altered States and then I was asked to relax (!) and go to sleep, and I finally did, and in the middle of a dream involving way too many hamburgers and a train station in Switzerland, the sleep tech turned on the lights (oh, how rude!) and brought me a mask and said I should put it on because I stopped breathing about 80 times per hour.

This mask is a series of elastic straps that go around the head and a vinyl nose-cover that extends into your nostrils, or it should do so if you don't have narrow nostrils like I do, and the mask attaches to a tube which blows a constant stream of air down your throat. So I tried it for 10 seconds or less and felt like I would suffocate and I knew that I would never, ever be able to make this a part of my nightly routine. Who can blame me? But apparently it may be the only thing that works for my relatively severe problem, and I don't like my chances for heart disease, stroke, and hypertension if I don't do something. I'm biding my time and waiting for someone to tell me it isn't true.

Saturday, March 01, 2008

greasy paper bags



In Slaughterhouse-five, there's a passage where Vonnegut describes the rattling breaths of the dying colonel as sounding like they were coming from greasy paper bags. My sister always reminds me of this whenever I have a respiratory illness without fail.

I'm at my computer today, so I must be better. Or the butt-prints on my bed and couch have to air out. Anyway, I misdiagnosed myself with the flu and it's actually pneumonia, so here's a pretty graphic of a chest X-ray. I finally broke down and went to a doctor Wednesday. He found my flu theory intriguing but said my lungs said no.

Today is the first day my temperature is below 100, so I'm really happy about that. I might be going back to work Monday, but I'm going to play that one by ear - I'm still taking the "good" cough syrup that you shouldn't drive if you're taking. I am studiously avoiding anything to do with work - I am going to turn my computer off in a minute because that's just not restful. I want to stay in my invalid world of white bread toast and tea and watch more nice, safe reruns on TV for just a little longer.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Rotten au Gratin




The one year my sister the nurse doesn't nag me to get a shot, I get the flu. I'm dizzy, I have a cough and a fever, and I feel sore all over. Like someone's been hitting me with a sockful of pennies. Oy!

Friday, February 22, 2008

all that Latin finally pays off!

My newest addiction is a site called Free Rice.

You click on multiple-choice vocabulary word definitions and each correct answer donates 20 grains of rice through the United Nations World Food Program. I've definitely seen words that are not in everyday use, but I am working my way up to being expert. See, Ma, all that Latin was worth it.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

back to grade five


oh come on, this is funny. Courtesy of the Caribbean foods section of my local Stop and Shop.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Weasels Ripped My Flesh




Or to paraphrase the late great Frank Zappa, Squirrels Ripped My Rubbermaid.
The little miscreants like to steal the birdseed out of the feeder, so it's not a total surprise that they are going after the main stash. I will replace the storage bin on my balcony with something metal. Probably an old-school 30-gallon trash can. If I can find one anymore! So far I have come up empty, but I only tried Target and Kmart. Everyone LOVES plastic - or as they like to call it, "resin." Sounds so much classier that way but we all know the truth...

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

planning ahead

when I am forty (I am REALLY planning ahead, you know - I plan to be 34 for many years to come!) I have decided I will take a nice trip, or, as I like to call it, "a REAL vacation" - i.e., one that doesn't involve me crashing on someone's couch but actual hotels and a sense of freedom to do whatever one pleases.

But where? Money is no object - yet, since I haven't any and I don't know what this kind of thing costs. It's a bit dizzying to think of what to do.

So far my contenders are:

1. Walking in Scotland. I love the landscape, and walking would give me a sense of purpose.

2. Alaska during the aurora borealis. A bit trite, but I'd like to be someplace with some semblance of wildness before all these places are gone. And the lack of light pollution would make this really amazing.

3. Rent a villa near Lake Como. For no really good reason but the food, the scenery, and the wine.

4. Fiji. Why the hell not? But only if I can stay in one of those private huts on the beach.

5. Tanzania. I'd like to see, if not climb, Kilimanjaro. Partway. Just a little.

6. Sweden. In July. Midnight sun, berry-picking, and all that blond wood.

7. Tokyo. At the Park Hyatt, the hotel in Lost in Translation. It's truly stunning!

8. This may sound utterly pedestrian, but a rental in the Berkshires or the Adirondacks on a lake. A nice rental with a fireplace and a boat and a bike at my disposal. I could go either way with that - it could be fun in either winter or summer.

9. I'd be curious to take a "water cure" someplace old-world.


I'm taking suggestions, you know.

Saturday, February 02, 2008

nicked from BoingBoing

and as Cory Doctorow said, Christ I'm old.

Enjoy: Beloit College's Class of 2011 "Mindset List." These kids were
born in 1990.

bring this one back

He's out of my age range, I'm afraid, but I listen to older people when they come in to the library. I like to. They have something to say. This gent is a gardener. Wants to find indigenous plants. "I have the internet, but I'm too old for that," he says. I start to protest and he says, "People say you're never too old, but I have a house in Italy," he explains, and I get it: for someone who wants to dig in the dirt and watch things grow, the Internet doesn't have relevance. I give him the phone number for Burpee so he can get a catalog and gorge himself on glorious color photos of plants (a nice activity on a blustery gray afternoon, by the way) and suggest he call Rutgers' horticulture department and see if they have a list of retailers who sell the plants they mentioned in a recent news article. "You're a honey," he tells me, and winks, and I am tranformed into a girl in a pink twin set and pearls and it's 1949.

Thursday, January 31, 2008

In praise of birthday suits

I'm having a bad body day, meaning I'm just uncomfortable in my skin. My thighs are touching. My feet and legs are begging to be released from the boots I'm wearing because the zippers are poking them. My bra just doesn't seem supportive today. My sleeves feel awkward.

So, basically, it's not my body at all, it's being clothed. So this quote from Bertrand Russell seems appropriate.

This was written in 1929, in Marriage and Morals.

“The taboo against nakedness is an obstacle to a decent attitude on the subject of sex. Where young children are concerned, this is now recognized by many people. It is good for children to see each other and their parents naked whenever it so happens naturally. There will be a short period, probably at about three years old, when a child is interested in the differences between his father and his mother, and compares then with the differences between himself and his sister, but this period is soon over, and after this he takes no more interest in nudity than in clothes. So long as the parents are unwilling to be seen naked by their children, the children will necessarily have a sense that there is a mystery, and having that sense they will become prurient and indecent. There is only one way to avoid indecency, and that is to avoid mystery.

There are also many important grounds of health in favor of nudity in suitable circumstances, such as out-of-doors in sunny weather. Sunshine on the bare skin has an exceedingly health-giving effect. Moreover anyone who has watched children running about in the open-air without their clothes must have been struck by the fact that they hold themselves much better and move more freely and more gracefully than when they are dressed. The same thing is true of grown-up people. The proper place for nudity is out-of-doors in the sunshine and in the water. If our conventions allowed of this, it would soon cease to make any sexual appeal; we should all hold ourselves better, we should be healthier from contact of air and sun with the skin, and our standards of beauty would nearly coincide with the standards of health, since they would concern themselves with the body and its carriage, not only with the face. In this respect the practice of the Greeks was to be commended.”