gossamer strands

2011-12-07T15:48:00.000-08:00

Okay, my usual blog haunt at the Long Hair Community is down, so I thought I'd talk about my new haircut here!

I went to my stylist, thanks to Piperdiva, and got 1.5 inches off. It may actually be a bit closer to 2 inches. I'm not thrilled with how much he needed to take off, but I had already reconciled myself to the loss after assessing my tattered ends. He also blew it out and flat ironed to make sure it was perfectly even. This won't matter after today, as I don't blow dry or flat iron, and I tend to wear it curly/wavy, so precision doesn't really matter. I do appreciate his conscientiousness though.

We chatted a bit about the state of my hair. He laughed at my new growth (it makes "natural bangs"), but we're glad I get it. He decided that layers wouldn't be good at this length, so we went blunt--George Michael would be proud. He also said that my ends would be completely ragged if I ever grew beyond classic again. I fear that he is right about that. I still want at least four or five more inches, someplace between hip and tailbone, and he thought that I could make that, even with my newly fine hair. Once I get there, we'll see what I decide. I do like quality hair, I just want length too--I'm not asking much am I?

I'm thinking of going full boar GM to try to protect my ends so I can get more length. I know the blunt cut will help, but I think that wearing it curly might be making it drier. I had no splits until about a week ago, and I started using my curly products about a month ago. Coincidence? I don't know, but I'm suspicious. I still have GM shampoo and conditioner and creme rinse, so maybe I'll try that on Friday when I wash again. My stylist was happy that I only wash every other day, or every third day. He also likes the color of my hair, and that it's natural. I told him that it is getting redder all the time, and he asked if I liked that. I said yes, and he said he liked it too--"it glows" he said.

My new Madora comb positively glides through my hair--what luxury!

Today is Del's birthday, but Jacob is sick and Del is tired from working all day, so we're going to order Thai food in and then go out to dinner maybe this weekend. Del also wants to make persimmon cookies tonight, and I'll probably knit and maybe grade a bit. I did a bunch of grading this morning, and am really mostly done until the finals start rolling in. Only one paper to get graded this weekend. Sigh. Too busy.

Okay, you've waited this long--pics:

Before the cut at just below waist and second day combed out waves:

Now the cut with hair straightened just at waist:

From the front:

And as a bonus, two hat pictures of a hat I just finished. It's the Garden Grove Slouch and I'm "gossamer" on Ravelry if you want to see the details.

Ta.

2011-07-25T18:25:00.000-07:00

Building an above ground pool--it took waaaaay longer than the DVD promised!

2011-05-01T15:13:00.000-07:00

In the above picture, we are doing our "entrance chant."

Fisrt performance with the new halau. It was so windy! Here are a couple of pictures from home, where it was slightly less windy.

This is my favorite. I am wearing the 'auana (modern hula) costume.

Another:

In this one, I am "hearing" something.

Now, the kahiko (ancient hula) costume. I love the ti leaf leis!

Another:

2011-04-29T10:34:00.000-07:00

Here's one for those of you looking ahead to the 2012 campaign.

2011-02-24T16:25:00.001-08:00

Wanna see a really BIG splinter? The doc took these out of my hand today!

Now, after "bandaging." My son thought it was a cast!

2010-12-25T21:38:00.000-08:00

I can think of several witty comments, but I really think that this picture speaks for itself:

2010-12-24T11:28:00.000-08:00

Something feels wrong today, like the planets are not properly aligned, or Mercury is in retrograde. It feels like there's a tear in the space-time continuum, or a disruption in the Force.

Or maybe chocolate bread toast, with apricot jam, chocolate spread, and almond slivers is not a healthful breakfast.

Hmmmmm, now which could it be?

2010-12-19T19:04:00.000-08:00

Tonight's TV viewing:

"Mom, Mom, quick, it's Sarah Palin's Alaska."

"Okay, I need to make a drink for this--I'll be right in!"

Oh, please God, let her be hunting moose. Damn, it's caribou, oh well.

Sarah talks about "hunting and gathering for a living." Are you telling me that they actually depend on food that they catch like "Native Communitites" (Sarah's words)?

Oooooh, now we're looking at her Dad's collection of skulls--mink, bear, wolf, cougar, fox, wolverine, weasel, lynx, goose, and duck feet--I'm awestruck.

Sarah and her dad are going caribou hunting in harsh weather conditions--suddenly it sounds like Elmer Fudd, and "vewy, vewy, dangewous."

Cute prairie dog--my son fears that they will shoot it. The cute rodent escapes!

I need more alcohol.

Now, we're meeting a woman who lives at latitudinal and longitudinal coordinates, not at a town or an address. She prefers "blood and guts to diamonds." Ah, okay. I'm not a big fan of diamonds either, but INDOOR PLUMBING?

Now, there's a bear story about how she (the woman with no address, not Sarah Palin) was injured by a bear and had to sew her own head "back together." Hmmmmm. Then, she went out and shot the bear, and ate him apparently. Well, goodness, I hope so.

Now Sarah is lecturing us about being careful while hunting, because they're "alone out there" (except for the ten person camera crew.) My son wants to know if they're hunting Ruskies; he reads too much Bloom County--pinko liberal wannabe.

My son wants to change the channel or watch something from Netflix (or apparently anything that is NOT Sarah Palin hunting caribou).

I said, 'What could possibly be better than this?" I am serious.

He replies, "C-SPAN."

My husband replies, "A sharp stick in the eye?"

I guess, it's Glee. Sigh. I have been outvoted.

2010-12-09T17:49:00.001-08:00

Finally a wrong has been righted. Jim Morrison was pardoned on forty year old charges of indecent exposure in a Florida court today. He apparently used profanity at a concert and attempted to show the audience his private parts. While I agree that's obscene, it was forty years ago; is this incident still bothering anyone?

He never served his six month sentence, but I'm sure that he's relieved to finally have this off of his record. Jim Morrison really strikes me as the type to be tortured over issues of image and morality.

My husband, upon hearing the news said, "He's way dead isn't he?"

Well, yes, but maybe it's an important gesture like Galileo getting un-excommunicated by the Roman Catholic Church. Okay, maybe not comparable.

My husband thinks that in thanks, Morrison should give a concert.

Doesn't the governor of Florida have ANYTHING better to do?

Apparently not.

2010-12-06T07:49:00.000-08:00

Southern Californians aren't used to fall color. My son says that fall color and snow are simply "unnatural."

Here are some trees from my neighborhood for your viewing pleasure. Notice my cute orange car parked among them in some shots.

2010-12-03T20:53:00.000-08:00

Stop playing music and pet the dog.

2010-11-03T14:02:00.000-07:00

This morning I wore my black sweater
It's chilly in the morning
It's chilly in my classroom
This afternoon it got warm
I took my sweater off
No need for it anymore
This evening I went looking for my sweater
It had gotten chilly in the evening
It wasn't in the chair
It wasn't hanging over the newel post
I went to get a different sweater
Hanging in the closet was my black sweater
How clever of me

2010-11-03T10:24:00.000-07:00

Determination.

2010-11-02T08:00:00.001-07:00

Happy Election Day!

This blog is to thank all of the poll workers out there who spend their day working to get America's votes in, especially my friend Justy who has been an election judge in Wyoming for eight years. It is my dream job to be a poll worker here in California, but I always teach classes on Tuesday in the fall--maybe a June election sometime?

Anyway Justy, let me know if you figure out the postage and addressing scheme for those beyond the grave/afterlife absentee ballots, okay?

Go vote everybody!

2010-11-01T11:04:00.000-07:00

C-Span is running a telephone call in show asking people to call in and tell them why they are motivated to vote this year. People are calling in with various reasons, citing such things as health care reform, the wars in the Middle East, the economy, the divisiveness in government, etc. I’ve tried numerous times to get through because I’d like to share my reason, because no one has given my reason yet. In fact no one ever cites my reason.

I am turning out to vote because November 2 is the first Tuesday after the first Monday in November. I always vote. I ALWAYS VOTE. I will vote from the grave. Voting is not going to the mall. “Gee, it’s raining out. Maybe I’ll stay in and watch a video.” Voting is not going to the movies or going out for coffee with friends. Hell, it’s not even going to work. You can’t call in sick. "I'm tired." "I didn't get a flu shot and now I have the flu." "I don't have anything to wear."

Wear a surgical mask, and drag your sorry ass to the polls and VOTE.

Voting is not a privilege. I’m tired of people saying that. It’s not a right. It’s a responsibility. It’s a necessity. It’s like breathing. YOU MUST DO IT OR DIE.

People died for your responsibility to do it. They are still dying to get their own responsibility to do it. So take a few hours away from the television or the Internet or whatever, and read your sample ballot, become informed, and be a real human being and vote on Tuesday.

See you at the polls. I’ll be the one handing out free beer—just kidding.

2010-11-01T08:25:00.000-07:00

Update on Rally to Restore Sanity/Fear:

For a more comprehensive list of the signs go to: Rally the Cause by Scott Henderson who obviously used technology to tape the event and create a comprehensive and alphabetized list of the signs, instead of having his son and and spouse shout out the content of the signs while he frantically typed them in, glancing up occasionally to catch glimpses of the festivities. He probably also didn't leave partway through to go get some locally raised organic eggs and pet the pygmy baby goat at the Farmer's Market either did he? Anyway, Scott I've emailed you to be sure that you don't mind me linking your exemplary list to my pathetic attempt.

I do have a socially responsible blog entry planned for later today that hopefully will make up for my woefully incomplete poster list.

2010-10-31T17:02:00.000-07:00

Today is my car's birthday. I almost didn't buy it in orange. I mean, maybe it was just a seasonal thing? Maybe a bright orange car isn't a good idea? I mean, I don't work for the secret service, but I can't EVER be sneaky.

And there's always this: "There IS a Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown."

But, I can always find my car in the parking lot. People can always find my house, "It's the one with the orange Fit out front." And it's cute, don't you think? It dresses up pretty too.

2010-10-30T11:24:00.000-07:00

Comedy Central Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear Signs (some are better than others):

Go Vote Yourself (I want a tee shirt with this on it) (this is my husband's fave)

Who Brought the Fried Chicken Y'all (my son's fave)

I'm a Radicalized Moderate and I'm Mad as Heck (this might be my personal fave)

Obama won't force Muslims to worship Jesus, so I'm voting Tea Party (my husband likes this one, presumably for its astonishing lack of tolerance and reason)

God Hates Hate

Moderate to the Extreme (another fave)

Faux News

Pimp my Gov

Here are the moderate Muslims (with a down arrow held by folks in Muslim garb with big smiles :))

Think Outside the Fox

Palin Would Have Quit

Why am I afraid?

Proud to be non-affiliated

Everybody Poops

Be Radical

Papa Smurf 2012

Team Fear

I believe in a sanity clause

Think for Yourself

I think/ Therefore I am (I assume this is on the reverse)

One of Us

Ecology Precedes Economy

Yes To Genocide to End World Hunger

Unite for Sanity in America

I'm High as Hell and I'm not Going to Take it Anymore

I Have Bed Bugs

Team Human Being

Team Sanity

Tea Party (crossed out) Coffee Party (crossed out) Funk Party

I'm Afraid of YOU

Illinois Neuroscientists for Sanity

I'm for Sanity

Alaskans for Sanity

Jon 3:16 (yes John is spelled this way)

Congressional Smackdown: Is this what it's come to?

We shall require a substantially new manner of thinking if mankind is to survive. Albert Einstein

Moderates for better government

Are you sure you locked the front door?/Do you know where your wallet is?

Disagree--Don't criticize

Don't feed the bears (politicians' faces on the bears--Palin, and maybe Barbara Boxer?)

You can't fly with just a left wing

A rally beats housework any day

I'm Cuckoo for Sanity

I'm Not Crazy

Witches Bitches Bears

Another Crazy Utah Mom for Sanity

PANIC

Keep Fear Alive and Restore Sanity (both on pumpkins)

War Solved Hitler

Health Care Reform, Probably not Euthanasia

Give Quiche a chance

Stop Hurting America

Balance not Bombs

United Against the Robots

Moderates Like it Both Ways

Hitler is Hitler (with two photos of, well, Hitler)

Montolio for Dictator

This is like totally our Woodstock

Good things are good, bad things are bad

Win/win solutions

Death to Nobody

Serenity Now

Don't Tax Our Tans

Be sane, not inane

Wouldn't it be nice if we could restore sanity? It all depends on whether we still have enough sanity to restore. I'm a little worried that there isn't enough left to go around. I think we've squandered it over the last 10 years. When was Fox News founded? Or should we trace its loss all the way back to the Reagan administration?

2010-10-29T14:44:00.000-07:00

Starting Over, or Drinking Arsenic

Starting over in two respects I suppose. I'd like to start blogging again; I miss it terribly. I quit blogging because I started working so much on the computer that blogging was just that much more time on the computer, but I think, I hope, I have adjusted.

The other thing that I would like to start doing again is yoga; it was such a part of me for so long. I was a daily Ashtanga practitioner, but two years ago I suddenly had to quit. I started getting wicked headaches and neck aches. I'd stop yoga for a week, and they'd abate; I'd start the yoga again, but within a week or two the headaches would be back, and the cycle continued. Finally a year ago, I gave up the yoga altogether and went to the doctor. He diagnosed me with transformed migraines. We've been playing the hormones, inadequate sleep, overactive brain cells (like I needed him to tell me that), and stiff neck game ever since.

Well, I had the grandfather of all migraines two weeks ago. It lasted all week (yes, I went to school anyway and inflicted it upon my poor students), and my doc was unavailable, so I went to a substitute doctor. Sometimes new eyes see something, well new, and he sent me in for neck x-rays, and set me up for physical therapy.

I went to my first physical therapy appointment today, and wow, I had no idea that something that was supposed to be good for you could actually be bad for you. Turns out that I have degenerative disc disease. I asked Dave, my physical therapist (I'm telling you his name so I never have to type physical therapist again), told me it was probably YOGA. What? Apparently the very poses that saved my life when I had RA (rheumatoid arthritis--I am never typing that again) probably caused my migraine suffering. I was in shock. I feel like have been drinking arsenic. How could I have done this to myself?

I tearfully told my husband this, and it took him a while to understand why I was so upset. He laughed and said it was only my fault if I hit myself on the head with a hammer while doing yoga. He was also thrilled with the diagnosis. He said finally I have something (unlike RA, an autoimmune disease--all better now :)) structural--something Western medicine is actually good at! And it's true. We have a plan, with photocopied handouts, appointments, medicine, and a possible end to the pain. It also means that everything that I do, or have done, is totally wrong, from the yoga, to how I sit, how I work at the computer, how I drive, is wrong, wrong, wrong.

So, starting over.

Dave said I could do yoga as long as I do no backward bends--so no Ashtanga, and modified everything else. Sniff. So, I bought two new yoga books today. One has a sexy skinny girl on the front filled with lots of fun energetic poses that I'd love to do, so since I'm a sexy skinny girl I bought that one. Duh. The other one has dumpy people doing sensible forward bends that Dave would approve of, so I bought it. Boring. I will take them to my appointment next week for his feedback.

I also retrieved a straight backed chair from the land of Black Widows (the garage) and brought it into the living room. I went out to the garage to get the lint/pet hair removal brush, but before I could use it, one of my lint depositors had already found the chair.

He already knows I'm going to make him move. Sigh.

Well. It will take me a while to get back in the blogging groove. But, give me some time. It's been a while, and I've got all of that arsenic to work out of my system.

2010-08-20T23:12:00.001-07:00

Bruno is a baaaaad kitty.

2008-12-02T20:38:00.000-08:00

I love physics.

I love any science that is like a religion. In fact, religion is the only thing (okay, maybe not the only thing) I like better than physics. I am watching a show on the History Channel on M Theory (Membrane Theory--it used to be called String Theory--see, I keep up).

Now, they're talking about Parallel Universes. It's like Outer Limits. The show said Twilight Zone. They have their 1960s sci fi wrong. Tsk tsk. Shame on them. They need me as a consultant.

You just can't beat this stuff.

Really.

Okay, now there's a show about how to have sex in space.

That'll come in handy.

Who said TV was a wasteland?

2008-10-09T19:01:00.000-07:00

One of my students asked me today if I'd ever heard of YouTube.

Uh, yes. I've even seen a few videos there.

2008-10-05T16:56:00.001-07:00

The LA Times today said that Sarah Palin said that Barack Obama will "pal around with terrorists."

Does someone actually believe that?

Really, I want to know.

2008-09-15T19:41:00.000-07:00

I'm a big fan of murder mysteries--you know the kind that start with a dead body?

I have a question: if you were thinking of becoming a murderer, why would you have monogrammed clothes--doesn't it just seem like a bad idea?

2008-09-09T20:53:00.000-07:00

I heard on the radio today that the government is trying to find a way to prevent Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

Peace?

2008-09-07T05:30:00.001-07:00

Yesterday I saw a Harley Davidson sticker on a vespa.

Is that like a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac?

2008-08-06T07:49:00.000-07:00

Paris Hilton for President!

http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/webscout/2008/08/paris-hilton-re.html

Maybe we've been looking at this thing all wrong.

I so want a tee shirt.

2008-08-05T16:45:00.000-07:00

Three Top News Stories Today

Did you know:

It is more relaxing to listen to classical music when stuck in traffic than it is to frantically text people on your Blackberry? I bet there was a government study for that. And hey, if you live in California, it’s still legal to text while you drive; just don’t hold that Blackberry up to your ear.

It is more economical to buy an SUV because the prices have fallen really far for them, and hybrids are more expensive; therefore even with the extra gas money the SUV will be more economical? Brought to you by the DACM (Desperate American Car Makers).

There is more sex on television between unmarried people rather than married people, teaching children that married sex is less passionate, which will eventually cause people not to want to get married—because we all know that in the past, everybody got married for the hot sex?

Is it just me, or have people lost their minds?

2008-06-20T07:25:00.000-07:00

Today's Weather Forecast

Hot and sunny with highs in the 150s. Expect a cooling trend around November.

2008-06-06T07:53:00.001-07:00

I’m Such a Girl

In case you haven’t noticed this from reading this blog—this will prove it.

Last night I had a dream in which I was some sort of agent/superhero type. I may have just been a spy, but I think I had super powers. These superpowers involved couture clothes—suitcases full of them. They were all in my size, and yes I got to wear them.

A strange woman in a filmy dress approached me (she was clearly evil), showed me some more filmy clothes, and tried to get me to go off with her.

Now, being the seasoned agent/superhero that I was, I resisted, right?

No. Even knowing she was a bad guy, I went with her. The lure of a fine frock was just too much for me.

I’m such a girl.

2008-06-03T09:05:00.000-07:00

Goals

Today I painted my toenails. Now what do I do?

2008-05-08T18:20:00.001-07:00

House hunting

Today, I am doing what every Southern California girl dreads to do, no, not buy a bathing suit—I’m not brave enough to do that—house hunting.

House hunting in Southern California will daunt the bravest souls. You have to know the lingo, you have to have no fear of insects/arachnids, mold, or decorating felonies. In short, you need to have the heart of a lion, and the patience of a saint. A law degree wouldn’t hurt either.

In the immortal words of Crash Davis (Bull Durham), you have to “know your clichés.”

“Quaint” means so small, that your cat will be claustrophobic, and none of your stuff will fit.

“Cozy” means both small and cave-like, and possibly no overhead lighting. It definitely means no central air.

“Charming” means that the house was built before 1955, and looks it. An alternate meaning is “no closet space.”

“Needs TLC” means not, needs tender loving care, but as my son says (and poor kid, he’s becoming an expert), needs “tender loving construction.”

“Views” often refer to the back neighbor’s ten foot satellite dish climbing over your fence.

“Freeway close” means that you not only can hear the semis, but you can read their license plates.

“Newer appliances” means circa 1985.

“Walk to the beach” means closer to the beach than Kansas.

“Fixer upper” means that you need to be a contractor to get the house up to code.

“Good neighborhood” means that there hasn’t been a gang shooting on the street in over a week.

“Starter home” means that you can’t invite your friends or extended family over because they’ll be ashamed of where you live, or even fear for their lives.

“Move in ready” means that most of the doors can be accounted for, but are probably propped up against the house in the backyard.

“Lots of extras” means that the previous owners added many horrible “improvements,” such as faux painting techniques, wallpaper, and colonial/country fixtures that you will have to yank out and throw away, paint over, or rent expensive equipment to remove.

“Low maintenance yard” means either rocks or cement, and true it doesn’t involve a lawn mower.

“Bonus room” means a do it yourself, windowless, drywall monstrosity in the garage, or over the patio.

Why am I doing this again?

2008-05-07T20:02:00.000-07:00

Oh my goodness, I just noticed that my blog (unbeknownst) to me, has added a rating option to my posts.

I'm going to go and give myself a perfect score on each one.

2008-05-07T19:45:00.000-07:00

Today I followed a link that led me to this video on YouTube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCP5VqmDsf4&NR=1

As always I am astonished by a number of things regarding this:

First, what a crazy beard
Second, would you have filmed yourself cutting off said beard?
Third, would you have thought of showing it backwards?
Fourth, would you have posted this on YouTube?

Now, another, now famous video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6B26asyGKDo&feature=related

Noah took his picture each day for six years for this video. I can barely remember to breathe everyday for six years, let alone take my photo daily, so kudos to Noah.

Also, I saw the same brown plaid shirt at least twice a week--Noah, dude, take some time off of photography and go shopping.

2008-04-27T09:02:00.000-07:00

The Hot Weather Ranting Begins

Today it's supposed to be 10,000 degrees, just a bit warmer than it was yesterday. Yesterday, I went to a garden show, and I wore my standard summer uniform of shorts, tank top, and little Indian sandals. My poor feet got torched.

Today, I'm going to a Buddhist festival (why must every thing be scheduled on record-breaking heat days--I ask you?), and have resigned myself to wearing tennis shoes. Now, mind you they are girly tennis shoes, pale yellow Converses with daisies and ladybugs (really), and that would be okay, but to add insult to injury, I need to wear socks with them. Sigh--but wait--I have little hot pink socks that will perfectly match my hot pink tank top (which contrasts beautifully with my white jeans shorts).

Whew, that was close.

2008-03-19T10:14:00.001-07:00

Gratuitous Japanese cuteness.

Hey, some days I just need that.

2008-03-17T16:15:00.000-07:00

Compressed Air--Revisited

I just read a story about cars being powered by compressed air. Does this mean that I'll have to start believing in compressed air, or is it like electricity--it works when you flick the switch whether you believe in it or not?

2008-03-17T10:56:00.000-07:00

Acorns

See these three knitted acorns? They are my big accomplishment for the last few days.

So, you're probably asking yourself, "This is a career woman, this woman homeschools her child part time, she has a house to keep, and a yard to maintain, and way too many pets to care for. What's up with the lack of constructive behavior? Knitted acorns?"

I'll tell you what's up--

Spring Break!

I don't have to do anything. So there.

2008-02-13T10:12:00.001-08:00

Okay Kazuki, this one's for you, he who loves all things Japanese and only eats Asian food. I present to you two bento lunches with new lunch boxes.

One is mine and one is my husband's. They are both authentic and from Japan. Now, which is which?

And no, I don't really know what "Pleasure Supply" is supposed to be, and I'm not going to even guess, as this is a family blog. I offered to try to remove the decal, but my husband finds it amusing, so maybe he gets it.

2008-02-05T06:26:00.000-08:00

Yesterday, while driving, my husband read out a sign that said, "Five hotdogs for four dollars."

I responded, "It would take more than four dollars to get me to eat five hotdogs."

More like a thousand a 'dog, I'm thinkin'.

2008-01-07T12:44:00.000-08:00

Today the news reported that a man in Texas killed his girlfriend, and was apparently planning on featuring her on tonight's menu.

Do they have a cookbook for that, or do you have to make up your own recipes?

What is wrong with people?

2008-01-04T17:44:00.000-08:00

In the wake of the Iowa Caucuses, I am again struck by the tremendous diversity of this country, and how it's reflected in our candidates for president.

We have an African American man, a woman, and an Hispanic man, and that's just on the Democratic side.

The Republican side is even more striking: a Mormon, a war veteran, a preacher, and perhaps most astonishing of all, an opera lover.

Now, that's what I call diversity.

2008-01-02T10:53:00.001-08:00

Yes, this is just the place I would have chosen for Bruno to sleep.

2008-01-01T08:05:00.000-08:00

Good morning, Happy New Year everyone!

I got up this morning before dawn to see the sunrise, and greet the new year. Last night, my husband wanted to know if I was going to watch the ball drop to greet the new year.

Well, no, the ball rising is the new year. Like all good pagans, (and morning people), I know that the day doesn't start at some human-created time like midnight--even the name should tell you that--"midnight"--is at night.

The new day must therefore start sometime during the day. This morning it did at about 6:51 am.

Duh.

2007-12-26T08:11:00.000-08:00

How can a woman, who rarely wears them, own so many pairs of white socks?

My drawer is full of them. Why don’t I have blue, green, black, and brown--colors I actually wear?

I could wear stockings of course.

Yeah right.

2007-12-24T19:49:00.000-08:00

Okay, final post.

Here's dinner:

Notice the innocent looking white pitcher next to the candles, on the left? That is the sauce. One makes the duck for the sauce. The sauce is heaven or sex, whichever you look forward to the most.

My husband spilled a few drops in the sink while transferring it to the pitcher. He tried to climb into the sink to roll around in it.

Really.

Merry Christmas everyone.

2007-12-24T19:44:00.001-08:00

And here's desert:

No, I didn't make this myself. Next year. I ordered if from the local French bakery, where I had a pate sandwich for lunch.

What?

So sue me.

2007-12-24T19:41:00.003-08:00

I bet at this point you're asking yourself, "What is she thinking; it can't be French--where are the potatoes?"

Here they are:

Potato pancakes with scallions are traditional for Christmas, with duck. There will also be a salad with Roquefort dressing (already done).

Wait 'til you see what's for desert....

2007-12-24T18:56:00.001-08:00

This is at the first basting, after the turnips and shallots have been added. There will be a second basting of course; this is French food.

Yes, that is cranberry sauce you see cooking next to the ducks. A holiday is not a real holiday without cranberry sauce. If I could figure out a way to have it on Easter and the Fourth of July, I would.

2007-12-24T17:45:00.000-08:00

My husband has been helping me do this, and he keeps saying things like, "Can't we just put them in the pans, you know, so we don't have to wash so many dishes?"

Silly man. If you don't use every dish you own, you're not doing it right, and it's definitely not French.

So far we have used:

two skillets
one roasting pan
two dishes
one plater
two knives
one peeler
one fork
one set of tongs
one wine glass
one spatula
and counting.

Unfortunately the spatula is a poor imitation of my favorite spatula, which has been stolen by faeries or gremlins, so I am using an inferior tool. I hope the duck turns out okay anyway.

I'm sorry, that's two roasting pans.

2007-12-24T17:17:00.001-08:00

Duck continued.

On the left are the gizzards that will probably star in a future omelette (dinner tomorrow night?). My husband suggested giving them to the dogs. Over my dead body. Of course, we have a resident sneak thief (remember the adorable Bruno? He's bigger now), so I will have to guard them carefully.

The veggies on the right are for putting under the ducks (so they have a comfy sleeping spot), and will be sauted, roasted, squeezed, and discarded. Hey, this is French cooking, what do you want?

Now, the shallots and turnips are caramelized and then roasted. You get to eat these veggies. The pan is deglazed with wine, and then the result is poured over the ducks and they are roasted for 45 minutes.

2007-12-24T16:40:00.000-08:00

How to cook a duck.

We're making dinner tonight and taking the leftovers tomorrow on a hike out to look at rock art. This is one of the luxuries of not seeing extended family on Christmas.

Here are the ducks cooking in clarified butter. They have bouquet garni (my husband has alternately referred to this item as "potpourri" and "Popol Vul"--neither of which I want inside of my duck) inside of them. I didn't have fresh rosemary, so I used dried. I also added extra parsley, because God knows, I have plenty of that.

2007-12-10T09:40:00.000-08:00

Iced mocha anyone?

2007-12-09T10:38:00.001-08:00

Yes, I'm grading your papers.

2007-12-08T06:14:00.000-08:00

I don't think that I'm having breakfast on the lanai this vacation.

2007-12-05T20:23:00.000-08:00

The Difference Between Cats and Dogs

I own them both—so I’ve thought about this.

Dogs want to please you and cats don’t give a damn—everyone knows this.

But, I think it goes further than this. When a dog misbehaves, and you say, “Bad dog.” The dog hangs his/her head, and seems appropriately chastised. Mind you, this will not keep them from doing it again, but at least they’ll feel guilty about it.

When you say, “Bad kitty,” the cat thinks, “Good, I like the way that sounds, I’m a baaad kitty.” Then of course, the cat will often perform the offending act again, RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU, knowing full well that you disapprove.

There’s no regret, no guilt, only that smug “What?” look.

Baaad kitty.

2007-12-02T21:01:00.000-08:00

The Desperation of the Lactose Intolerant

Today at the store they had “Eggnog Tea.” Okay, I know it sounds revolting, but I’m an intrepid eater, so I thought I’d give it a go. One of the (many) bad things about not being able to drink milk, is that I really miss eggnog this time of year.

I steeped the tea; it smelled like eggnog, but alas, it did not taste much like eggnog.

I commented to my husband, “It would be better with milk.”

He said, “It’d be better with eggnog.”

2007-12-01T08:12:00.000-08:00

I bought some new juice for breakfast--just a change of pace, you know. I got orange, pineapple, and banana juice, for that tropical feel.

I know how they get orange juice; I know how they get pineapple juice; how in the heck do they get "banana juice?"

Or, do I not want to know?

2007-11-30T19:04:00.000-08:00

Do you think maybe I eat too much takeout sushi?

2007-11-29T09:34:00.000-08:00

I love fall, the crisp air, the people wearing coats and scarves, and rushing into stores to avoid the chill.

How cold is it?

60 degrees.

Hey, this is Southern California, just last week everybody was wearing flip flops.

2007-11-21T08:42:00.000-08:00

The Day Before

I usually do my Thanksgiving Day shopping on Monday, or Tuesday at the latest, but this year that just didn’t work out. Shopping on Wednesday is just too traumatic for me. Not because I’m worried I won’t be ready—I’m always ready, but because all the type A personalities apparently wait until the last minute to do their shopping.

I was in and out of the store before 8:00 am, nonetheless, people had that crazed look in their eyes—even though they had a full 24 hours before anyone expected food of any kind.

I almost got run down by a frantic woman careening her cart around a corner—twice—same woman.

Two women demanded that I move my basket or myself so that they could reach something I was blocking. In both cases, I hadn’t even stopped walking, and so hardly constituted a roadblock, but to the chronically stressed out, I guess it was enough.

The best though was a woman who had loaded all of the brown and serve rolls into her cart (about two dozen) and then was thoroughly squeezing each package—presumably for freshness—and then returning the rejects to the shelves.

My trip to the store today makes tomorrow, with parents and in-laws, look downright relaxing.

Okay, I’m lying, but it sounded good.

2007-10-07T16:37:00.000-07:00

It never ceases to amaze me how much time can be wasted online. I just made this "avatar" of myself. It, of course, looks nothing like me.

2007-09-14T15:04:00.001-07:00

God gave me a persimmon today.

No really.

It came flying over the fence, from two houses down, where I know that there is a persimmon tree.

There were two persimmons actually, but only one reached my yard.

I think that God meant me to have both of them. In fact I'm sure She did.

2007-08-26T20:40:00.000-07:00

Green?

We went out to breakfast yesterday to our favorite French bakery. They only gave me one pat of butter for my croissant—can you believe it? And no, it wasn’t enough. You'd think the French would know better.

We parked behind an SUV with a license plate holder that said “My other car is a hybrid.”

So, does the hybrid have a license plate holder that says “My other car is a gas guzzler?”

Well, does it?

2007-08-09T08:58:00.000-07:00

Dreams

Today, I’m sitting in front of my computer wearing jeans and a sweater, and sipping a cup of piping hot tea. Brrrr.

No, it’s not actually cold; the fan running in the window is providing the only semblance of coolness. I’m pretending that it’s winter. I long for the cool crisp days, cold nights, and the occasional rain shower that means winter where I live.

It’s kind of sad that I’m doing this, as, if you check your calendar, it’s only mid August. It hasn’t even been a very hot summer; note the absence of whiny “it’s hot” blog entries.

No, my problem is, school starts in just a week and change, and my brain wants it to be cool and fall-like. In truth, it won’t be cool here until November at the earliest and January at the latest. Or even at all, like last year. But, wouldn’t it be nice to have turkey dinner amongst the colorful fall foliage, or Christmas with a nip in the air?

Sigh.

Now, where did I put those woolly socks?

2007-07-31T17:00:00.000-07:00

Summer to do list #4

So, I was tooling around the internet today (yes, I know that I could have spent my time more effectively, but hey, I’m having a trying day, so get over it) and came across a hyper-efficient planning system. It can be used either electronically or with that new-fangled invention paper.

This system covers everything from daily appointments, to ranked to do lists, to long term goals and projects. It might even make hotel reservations for you and return emails.

It seems that everyone is getting organized these days. Even my dance teacher has a comprehensive list of activities that she hopes to accomplish each day. I don’t know if she has everything planned down to the minute, but it certainly sounds that way.

Well, I was thinking about all of this organization and planning, and general efficiency, and I came to a conclusion: this all sounds a lot like work; I am currently philosophically opposed to work of all kinds.

So, I have something else to add to my summer to do list:

#4 get disorganized.

2007-07-25T12:11:00.000-07:00

Usually television is not worth watching. I agree with Groucho Marx when he said, "I love television, everytime someone turns one on, I go into the other room and read a book."

But sometimes, just sometimes, there is something worth watching on TV. Today is one of those days. I walked into the livingroom to find my husband and son watching the "Yodelin' Kid from Pine Ridge," WITH THE SOUND OFF.

Now I ask you, what's wrong with this picture? Gene Autry is the Singing Cowboy, not the Silent Cowboy.

Turn it up--I want to hear some yodelin'.

2007-07-25T09:08:00.000-07:00

Mr. First Lady?

If Hillary wins, and I’m not saying she’s gonna, and I don’t know if I’ll vote for her myself (I’m still a bit bent over the whole Iraq thing), but if she wins, will that make Bill First Lady?

If Bill is First Lady, will he stay home and bake cookies?

If Barbara Bush had said that to me, I might have punched her. This is why I could never be in politics. I tend to say what I think, and react like a normal person instead of diplomatically, or with thoughts as to how these words/actions will play on the 5:00 news.

Of course, I also have a checkered past—so no politics for me. But hey, I can whine about it here with no repercussions, and whining is what I do best.

Maybe Bill could be Vice President? But then would we still call him Mr. President, or would we have to call him Mr. Vice President?

Aren’t you glad that I’m around to sort out the difficult problems?

2007-07-14T23:26:00.000-07:00

Tonight the wind came in
Caressed my shoulder
And invited me to come outside

2007-07-14T14:54:00.001-07:00

This is a picture of Buddy watching me workout this morning--proving once again that dogs are smarter than humans.

2007-07-11T20:03:00.000-07:00

Harry Potter Day

I went to see the new Harry Potter film today, and I have a brief review:

The casting and performances were superb as always.

The production was impressive.

The adaptation of the novel was good, but it's never good enough. You just cannot capture the spirit of Rowling’s work in a two hour movie.

Luna Lovegood’s portrayal was different than I thought it would be, but quite nice.

Dolores Umbridge was suitably saccharine and evil—just what I like in a villain (or as one of my companions said, “A school administrator”—this is a timely comment that will be understood by anyone who teaches at my school).

I wanted to see more of Sirius’ house, and missed Mrs. Black.

I also missed the portable swamp created by the Wesley twins in the book.

I could have done with more of Bellatrix La Strange’s character and less of her cleavage—a bit too Elvira for my taste.

When Dumbledore (sniff, I still expect to see Richard Harris) and Voldemort fought it out, I thought to myself, “This is a real wizard’s duel.”

And finally, I am beginning to wonder if Voldemort and Michael Jackson go to the same plastic surgeon.

2007-07-08T20:33:00.000-07:00

Vintage Clothes

I have recently branched out into vintage clothing. I especially like looking at vintage clothing online. I do it because it’s fun, and I like to think to myself while looking at the various clothes:

“I would so wear that.”

“Who would wear that?”

“Nobody would ever wear that.”

And,

“Oh, God, I wore that.”

Hey, it keeps me off the streets.

2007-07-05T10:33:00.000-07:00

You know what the best thing about July 5th is?

Is it the memory of the many (and there were many) inspirational and patriotic speeches?

Is it the glow of fireworks that you can still see if you close your eyes (my town puts on a very good fireworks display)?

Is it the heat building towards 101 degrees (I sure hope the weather forecast is wrong)?

Is the the John Phillip Sousa tune I'm still humming this morning (and probably will be for the next week or so)?

NO!

It's leftover apple pie for breakfast!

2007-07-04T22:53:00.000-07:00

A Fate Worse Than Death

The worst thing that can happen to a girl happened to me last week--my signature scent was discontinued. I stood in front of Janet, at the perfume counter, and tears welled up in my eyes up as she sprayed a variety of new scents on little white sheets of paper.

I need to find a new scent. One that says who I am, in that special way only a signature scent can. I could just go to the lead scent in the house that created my signature scent; it’s a good scent, I’m just not sure it’s what I’m looking for. It’s not quite complex enough, and women always want to feel complex.

I could go back to an older scent that I used to wear. I lean toward the “Oriental” scents—there’s a big surprise—but most of them are a bit sexy for daytime wear. Also, not really acceptable for work.

I did have an intelligent conversation about perfume and perfumeries with Janet, and my husband was quite impressed. As I explained to him, I have been a girl for a long time.

He said that he thought it was working for me.

2007-07-03T21:13:00.000-07:00

Karma

My son wanted a kitten. He wanted a kitten more than anything. He now has a kitten, and the kitten is driving him crazy.

He is covered with kitten scratches (as am I, but I didn't want a kitten).

My son is currently in charge of keeping the kitten out of trouble. My twelve year old son swears that the kitten can teleport, because he cannot keep up with him.

Karma is so sweet.

2007-06-28T09:20:00.000-07:00

Two momentous things happened this week.

The first cucumber was havested from my garden:

And the first figs arrived at the store (I've eaten a few out of the package--can you tell?):

The local figs will be ripe soon--it's just a matter of time.

Ah, life is good.

2007-06-26T07:49:00.000-07:00

Gratuitous kitten picture--because I can.

2007-06-24T22:25:00.000-07:00

Summer To Do List #3

Lay in my hammock and sunbathe.

2007-06-19T08:29:00.000-07:00

Summer To Do List, continued:

2. Find the perfect pencil.

So far the best are, in order:

1. General's Test Scoring 580, hardness B
2. Stabilo's Aquarellable 8008, hardness B
3. California Republic's (oddly made in Japan) Palomino, hardness B

Honorable mentions to two triangular pencils, nice grip, but the lead is too hard. Both of these pencils also get high marks for looks, or as my son puts it "style points":

1. Faber-Castell's Grip 2001, hardness HB
2. Rhodia, hardness HB

And yes, that is my San Diego Chinese Center cup. Thanks for asking.

2007-06-18T21:47:00.000-07:00

My son just informed me that the cat urped. I did of course suggest that since he had found it, he should clean it up. He disagreed. Instead he brought me a paper towel. A single paper towel. Uhh, one flimsy sheet of paper is so not enough for me to touch something that has recently been on the inside of my cat (okay, anything that has ever been on the inside of my cat). I need four or five paper towels, at the very least.

Oooh ish.

2007-06-18T15:35:00.000-07:00

I have an extensive "Summer To Do" list and I thought I'd share it here with you.

1. Paint my toenails

Check.

2007-06-17T20:14:00.000-07:00

Excuses

Since it's summer vacation, I thought I'd be blogging more--at least to complain about the weather. But we've had beautiful weather--so no whining necessary.

I do have an excuse; I have been busy the last couple of days. Meet Bruno, the latest addition to the family. He's a stray, or at least he used to be.

Now, if I can just think of an excuse for not blogging all of those other days I've missed.

2007-06-05T20:30:00.000-07:00

I decided to do Monday’s crossword puzzle today (it’s Tuesday), because doing Monday’s puzzle makes me feel smarter.

One of the clues asked for the rank above capt. I knew it was maj. and so did my husband, why?

Not because we live in a military town—we do
Not because my husband works on base a lot—he does
Not because I am an historian—I am

No, my husband knows because Stratego was his favorite game as a child

And, I know because of M*A*S*H.

Thank God for cultural literacy.

Oh, by the way, I still have four squares blank on the crossword. So much for self-esteem.

2007-05-15T20:05:00.000-07:00

Tuesday

Today is Tuesday, but I can’t shake the thought that it is almost the weekend. Apparently I am not alone. Our local weatherman announced that it was almost the weekend, before giving the weekend weather forecast. I wished one of my students a “nice weekend” and she responded (without blinking an eye) “you too.”

Did I mention that today is Tuesday? It is nowhere near the weekend.

I think I’m ready for summer vacation.

2007-04-30T11:18:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I went to the beach and did some labyrinth construction and walking. It was a good day.

2007-04-25T20:06:00.001-07:00

Homework

I would really like to goof off this evening, but I have a stack of online papers to grade. Now, that just doesn’t sound right, because of course online assignments don’t really come in stacks. My son suggests that I have a boatload of papers, but to me both “boatload” and “stack” imply that the papers are taking up physical space. They are not. They are taking up electronic space. I need to start measuring “stacks” of papers not in inches, but in bytes.

Or as my husband suggests: “byteloads” of papers.

2007-04-24T15:25:00.000-07:00

The Most Important News of the Decade, Perhaps a Generation

Local news reports a new state-of-the-art high school will open.

National news reports that President Bush will be building new nuclear warheads.

Environmental news reports that a California Condor egg has hatched in Mexico.

Entertainment news reports that Donny Osmond is releasing new music.

A good news day? I guess that all depends on how you look at it.

The thing I find most disturbing about this, is that “Donny Osmond” did not get picked up as an unknown/misspelled word by the spell check. That means that someone thought he was important enough to enter into the spelling dictionary.

We live in scary times.

2007-04-24T09:44:00.000-07:00

Last night I dreamt about another handbag.

With matching shoes.

2007-04-23T20:14:00.000-07:00

Cookies

There are many wonderful things about living with other people, but tonight, halfway through a package of cookies, I realized one of the best reasons to live with other people. I opened this package of cookies yesterday, and they are now half gone. Now, it’s possible that I ate half a package of cookies. If I lived alone, it would be certain that I had eaten all of them—short of housebreaking cookie eaters. But, since I live with other people, maybe, just maybe, the people I live with ate some of them too.

I prefer to think that I did not eat half a package of cookies.

See, if you live with other people—they automatically must have eaten at least some of them.

Right?

2007-04-20T21:11:00.000-07:00

Zelda

My favorite handbag was handmade in San Francisco of a brown and turquoise vintage velvet Moroccan print. It has little feet on the bottom—I am a pushover for handbags with little feet. The company from which I purchased the bag uses women’s names in place of stock numbers, and this handbag’s “name” is Zelda. Of course, any bag that costs as much as this one did deserves its own name.

Now, I am not in the habit of naming my accessories, but the name Zelda has stuck. Maybe this also explains how Zelda has gained a personality somewhere between a pet and an invisible friend. We all refer to “her” by name; “she” gets “her” own seat in restaurants, and comes with me everywhere. “She’s” a smart dresser too, and has accessories of “her” own; a lovely ribbon rose is tied to “her” strap. “She” also gets way more compliments than I do.

Hey, can you be jealous of a handbag?

2007-04-05T08:16:00.000-07:00

Mobile Phones

I haven’t been able to find my cell phone for two days. It hasn’t mattered because my son’s been home sick from school, but he went today, so I had to find it.

I finally resorted to using my mobile home phone to call my cell phone. It was in the pocket of some pants I wore two days ago.

Then I lost my home phone.

I think things were simpler in the days when the phone was connected to the wall. If you had told me ten years ago that I would lose the phone—I’d have thought you were crazy.

2007-03-25T07:22:00.000-07:00

Well, I watched the network news a few days ago, which is ususual, since they only thing on the network news I generally watch is the weather, which I watch obsessively, and the lead story was about some luggage handlers who stole Paris Hilton's $100,000 wristwatch.

I have three questions regarding this:

First, since these were not luggage handlers at my local airport, why was it on my local news?

Second, why on earth would Paris Hilton pack something so valuable in her suitcase, and not wear it, or carry it on?

Third, and most important, why would any watch cost $100,000, and if it did, why would anyone be foolish enough to to buy it?

2007-03-17T08:59:00.000-07:00

Well today is St. Patrick's Day. I pinched my son already, and he is off pinching the animals, who aren't wearing green of course.

My son asked what green beer tasted like, and I wouldn't know because I will never consume anything that color.

We are having eggs for breakfast, but they won't be green. Why you ask?

Why, because we have no ham.

Duh.

2007-03-16T19:53:00.000-07:00

Today is a sad day, because today R2D2 died. I know this because the postal service has issued a stamp for him, and the postal service only issues a stamp for people who are dead.

To commemorate the release, the postal service painted three local mailboxes like R2D2 and had them guarded by Storm Troopers.

Nice to know we still have a sense of humor.

2007-03-12T20:42:00.000-07:00

Daylight Savings Time

I am so glad that the government is watching out for us, and providing us with an extra hour of daylight. This of course begs the question: just how much will people believe? And yes, I am always amazed by this myself.

Daylight Savings Time is a torture device that is getting more onerous with each passing year, especially since this year it will now be in force for a full eight months. So now we can save so much energy.

Exactly what energy are we saving?

Well, we buy more, we drive more, and we need to turn the lights and heat on in the morning. What energy are we saving?

Well, none of course, we spend more money, and that is the real reason for Daylight “Savings” Time. It should be called Daylight Spending Time, because that’s what the studies indicate; Americans at least, drive more and spend more. So this is a conspiracy to get us to spend more money. Like we don’t spend enough money as it is? We already have the lowest savings rate of any industrialized country, and less than some developing ones. Do we need to spend so much money? Well, that’s apparently all that keeps our economy running: retail therapy.

And one final note: the next time I hear someone crow about how great Daylight Savings Time is by giving us “one extra hour” I think I may slap them. If you want an extra hour, get your lazy bum out of bed earlier.

Because, no matter what delusions of grandeur the government has, it can no more give us an “extra hour” than balance the budget or restore our international credibility.

2007-02-11T07:16:00.000-08:00

Well, we had a small spritz of rain last night (which I slept through), and it looks like the rest may miss us. I think that the rain goes to places it is appreciated like the Central Coast, the Pacific Northwest, and Hawaii. San Diegans in general hate the rain, and complain bitterly when it's even forecast.

So, I think, like anyone, the rain only goes where it's welcome.

2007-02-09T09:21:00.000-08:00

Rain?

There is rain predicted this weekend, which is an unusual event for us. I really should put some more leather protectorant on my boots, because, since it rarely rains here, I haven’t done it for a while.

But I am afraid to do it.

Because if I am ready for the rain, it won’t come.

I could single-handedly deprive us of rain by water proofing my boots.

Maybe if I run the sprinklers,

wash the car,

and forget my umbrella,

it will cancel out the boots?

Life is so complicated.

2007-01-27T20:02:00.000-08:00

Well, it's time for me to 'fess up. This is the reason that I missed blogging for two weeks. It's not that there was no internet available, it's that I was on "island time," and I never quite got around to it.

But tell me true, with sunsets like this one, would you spend your time online?

This is my son and myself in the surf on Maui. I'm the one with the long(est) hair.

2007-01-22T11:46:00.000-08:00

Here are some bulbs that I planted to symbolize that winter will become spring. I like to do this around each Winter Solstice--I did it a bit late this year.

As you can see the bulbs are growing nicely, but it looks like this one in front here might be trying to get away.

It's a long walk from my kitchen window to the garden.

2006-12-27T08:58:00.000-08:00

Productivity

I was listening to NPR yesterday (yes, I get most of my news from NPR, the rest I get from The Week, which is kindly donated to me by friends—hey, recycling! Anyway, at least those are better sources than the Daily Show and the Colbert Report, which is where my students seem to get all of their news. Well, I guess I shouldn’t complain—it could be Fox News—“Fair and Balanced?") and someone did a study on productivity during the holiday season, say Chanukah through New Years, and guess what they learned? Productivity is down during the holidays. Duh. Now, I’m all for studies, but I could have told them that. I haven’t blogged for days—proving that my productivity is down. I just seem to drink tea, eat cookies, and knit—oh no, what will this do to the GNP?

Oh, and by the way, the winter holiday season is only the second lowest season for productivity. Wanna know what the lowest season for productivity is? Fantasy Football season—all seventeen weeks of it.

Sometimes I do not understand Americans.