status check - awake since 8 - hurrah!
background ambiance - quiet office sounds
i woke up at 8 am feeling surprisingly alert and ready to start the day. i suppose part of it was because 8 felt like a luxury after sunday's 5:45 a.m. alarm. when a marathon you're covering starts at 8, you wake up at what feels like pre-dawn. shockingly enough (most of all to me), i only consumed one iced coffee all day - and that was at quarter of seven at night. who would have thought?
the last two days have been breathtaking - which is perfect, as i've been working outside for both of them. i spent yesterday walking around the waterfront area while covering the marathon, catching up with newspaper types from home and interviewing runners after they completed their 26.2 miles (and no, i did not ask the "hey, how are you feeling?" question. i didn't want to be pummeled with a running shoe). after finishing the last of this weekend's packing, i headed to bed and prepared for another morning assignment - a press conference/announcement, also by the waterfront. grand.
as i prepare to write today's story (and look over the three that ran today), i realize that my day will be far from over once i put in my eight hours. i'm starting to move tonight and will continue the process into tomorrow. by tomorrow night, new place. i've never been so thankful to almost be out of an apartment.
so yes. goodbye may, hello june. about damn time.
and, since it's being offically observed today, memorial day. for the first time, i have someone to remember.
5.31.2004
5.29.2004
iso: advil
status check - headachy
background ambiance - oval opus
i came across this because someone else was in the throes of packing and decided to procrastinate. in honor of memorial day/weekend movers everywhere, i continue the thread. i've done more than enough packing today.
1) using band names, spell out your name
verve
incubus
coldplay
travis
oasis
rilo kiley
india.arie
aerosmith
2) have you ever had a song written about you? no
3) what song makes you cry? hallelujah (jbuckley's rendition)
4) what song makes you happy? anything jason mraz. although i should note that today i wound up feeling slightly better after singing along to "here i go again" at the top of my lungs - ala matty nay. but i whipped my head around, which made it hurt again. whoops.
5) what do you like to listen to before bed? my "journey to dreamland" soundtrack.
a p p e a r a n c e
height: 5'5 1/2. i've been told that half inch is important to note.
hair: blonde and growing. almost four months no cut. i'm amazed.
skin color: in need of more sunshine.
eye color: blue. darker blue than normal today.
piercings: ears.
tattoos: none.
r i g h t n o w
what color pants are you wearing?: dark jeans
what are you listening to?: oval opus
what taste is in your mouth?: diet sunkist
what's the weather like?: it feels warmer tonight than it did today.
how are you?: self-inflicted headache (see previous post) and tired. grumpy after packing all day.
get motion sickness?: no.
have a bad habit?: several i'm in the process of quitting (that makes it sound so much worse than reality. c'est la vie.)
get along with your parents?: yes, and better the older i get.
Like to drive?: so much i can't even tell you.
conditioner: suave intensives or something like that - using up the bottle pre-move.
book: just finished "the second assistant," getting ready to dive into orson welles.
non alcoholic drink: iced coffee
alcoholic drink: vodka cran.
thing to do on the weekend: anything but pack? generally, road trip and/or catch a concert. and spend time outside.
h a v e y o u
broken the law: i'm a badass.
ran away from home: does college count?
snuck out of the house: never had to sneak.
ever gone skinny dipping: nope.
made a prank phone call: yes, although the best was when i made a real call to college security and they thought i was pranking.
ever tipped over a porta potty: that's absolutely wretched.
used your parents' credit card before: for many a concert ticket, most recently mraz.
skipped school before: "it'll be a pleasure to have you in class." "it'll be a pleasure to BE in class."
fell asleep in the shower/bath: nope.
been in a school play: did i mention my collegiate theater concentration? with a british accent, no less. take that, bee-atch.
l o v e
significant other: nope.
sexuality: i love dorky fellows.
children: the other day i realized i wanted at least one little girl - i wanted to be able to share the wonders of judy blume, ronald dahl and the "ramona" series. it was rather unnerving.
current crush: i'm sick of having stupid crushes.
been in love: nope.
had a hard time getting over someone: story of my life.
your greatest regret: all things considered, none.
gone out with someone you only knew for three days: gone out? does actf count ("everyone has an actf story")? if so, yes.
r a n d o m
do you have a job: i'm a lois lane type.
your cd player has in it right now: decent exposure, vol. iii
if you were a crayon what color would you be?: goldenrod
what makes you happy: writing, music, theater.
who makes you happiest: ...
what's the next cd you're gonna get?: i know i'll pick up cds between now and then, but i'm looking forward to new rilo kiley (late july) and live mraz (august).
w h e n / w h a t w a s t h e l a s t
time you cried: i don't cry much anymore. but when i did, i was sick, exhausted at work and learned of the first real problems with psycho landlord.
you got a real letter?: uh ... yeah, y'all should work on that sending me mail bit ...
you got e-mail: about an hour ago.
thing you purchased: gum.
tv program you watched: can't even recall.
movie you saw in the theater: raising hellen.
y o u r t h o u g h t s o n
abortion: pro-choice.
teenage smoking: happens.
dreams: essential.
this survey: for procrastination purposes only.
background ambiance - oval opus
i came across this because someone else was in the throes of packing and decided to procrastinate. in honor of memorial day/weekend movers everywhere, i continue the thread. i've done more than enough packing today.
1) using band names, spell out your name
verve
incubus
coldplay
travis
oasis
rilo kiley
india.arie
aerosmith
2) have you ever had a song written about you? no
3) what song makes you cry? hallelujah (jbuckley's rendition)
4) what song makes you happy? anything jason mraz. although i should note that today i wound up feeling slightly better after singing along to "here i go again" at the top of my lungs - ala matty nay. but i whipped my head around, which made it hurt again. whoops.
5) what do you like to listen to before bed? my "journey to dreamland" soundtrack.
a p p e a r a n c e
height: 5'5 1/2. i've been told that half inch is important to note.
hair: blonde and growing. almost four months no cut. i'm amazed.
skin color: in need of more sunshine.
eye color: blue. darker blue than normal today.
piercings: ears.
tattoos: none.
r i g h t n o w
what color pants are you wearing?: dark jeans
what are you listening to?: oval opus
what taste is in your mouth?: diet sunkist
what's the weather like?: it feels warmer tonight than it did today.
how are you?: self-inflicted headache (see previous post) and tired. grumpy after packing all day.
get motion sickness?: no.
have a bad habit?: several i'm in the process of quitting (that makes it sound so much worse than reality. c'est la vie.)
get along with your parents?: yes, and better the older i get.
Like to drive?: so much i can't even tell you.
conditioner: suave intensives or something like that - using up the bottle pre-move.
book: just finished "the second assistant," getting ready to dive into orson welles.
non alcoholic drink: iced coffee
alcoholic drink: vodka cran.
thing to do on the weekend: anything but pack? generally, road trip and/or catch a concert. and spend time outside.
h a v e y o u
broken the law: i'm a badass.
ran away from home: does college count?
snuck out of the house: never had to sneak.
ever gone skinny dipping: nope.
made a prank phone call: yes, although the best was when i made a real call to college security and they thought i was pranking.
ever tipped over a porta potty: that's absolutely wretched.
used your parents' credit card before: for many a concert ticket, most recently mraz.
skipped school before: "it'll be a pleasure to have you in class." "it'll be a pleasure to BE in class."
fell asleep in the shower/bath: nope.
been in a school play: did i mention my collegiate theater concentration? with a british accent, no less. take that, bee-atch.
l o v e
significant other: nope.
sexuality: i love dorky fellows.
children: the other day i realized i wanted at least one little girl - i wanted to be able to share the wonders of judy blume, ronald dahl and the "ramona" series. it was rather unnerving.
current crush: i'm sick of having stupid crushes.
been in love: nope.
had a hard time getting over someone: story of my life.
your greatest regret: all things considered, none.
gone out with someone you only knew for three days: gone out? does actf count ("everyone has an actf story")? if so, yes.
r a n d o m
do you have a job: i'm a lois lane type.
your cd player has in it right now: decent exposure, vol. iii
if you were a crayon what color would you be?: goldenrod
what makes you happy: writing, music, theater.
who makes you happiest: ...
what's the next cd you're gonna get?: i know i'll pick up cds between now and then, but i'm looking forward to new rilo kiley (late july) and live mraz (august).
w h e n / w h a t w a s t h e l a s t
time you cried: i don't cry much anymore. but when i did, i was sick, exhausted at work and learned of the first real problems with psycho landlord.
you got a real letter?: uh ... yeah, y'all should work on that sending me mail bit ...
you got e-mail: about an hour ago.
thing you purchased: gum.
tv program you watched: can't even recall.
movie you saw in the theater: raising hellen.
y o u r t h o u g h t s o n
abortion: pro-choice.
teenage smoking: happens.
dreams: essential.
this survey: for procrastination purposes only.
...
status check - alone
background ambiance - silence
shortly after the previous post, i was packing boxes in the kitchen. i took a quick step backwards, preparing to turn and grab some odd or end to add to the box's contents, but instead slammed the back of my head into an open cupboard door. surprised and dazed, i dropped the item (fortunately, it didn't break). about an hour later, i was bounding down the stairs to the front door of my apartment when i slammed the front of my head into the door frame. at least i keep things balanced, even attempts at injury.
to add insult to injury, my delight about jake gyllenhaal on the cover of entertaiment weekly was soured when i saw that the indie film man of my dreams looked more the part of a hollywood sexpot wannabe than i'd hoped (clinging wet shirt, waterdrops and all - didn't do it for me). i took the hint, gave up packing and retreated to the movies for a couple of hours. thought about seeing "the day after tomorrow" to make myself feel better about things, but went the comedy route instead. i've heard the plot for tdat sucks - didn't want even my movie-going experience to be a disappointment.
it's one of those days. after the movie (raising hellen, by the way - cute flick and i love john corbett), i decided to snap out of my self-pity mode and talk to someone. i left messages on voicemails and briskly hung up after the couple of people who picked up informed me that they were going to be late for whatever they had scheduled for their saturday evenings.
so here i am, looking at my newly minimalistic living room, full of white and the angular lines of boses stacked. realizing my kitchen still despearately seeks my packing attention, fully aware of the dust bunnies calling for me in the corners of my living room. but wanting nothing more than to meet up with a friend, grab iced coffee and head down to the waterfront to swing on a bench. or maybe be my independent self and take to the waterfront with said iced beverage and my copy of orson welles collected works.
but i'm tired of being my independent self. i want someone to call me up and want to talk to me. i want someone to want to spend time with me. i don't want to seek it out anymore. it's exhausting.
regardless. i'm just wallowing - no point in that. i still have work to do. but it's so quiet here - quiet and white, two things i'm not overly fond of. while the world's still carrying on, people are out having fun and i'm just ... here. waiting for the hours to pass until the boxes are full. until i work tomorrow. until i move tuesday. until the throbbing of my head ceases and i can laugh about my self-inflicted one-two punch.
god, you'd think all i do is listen to emo, from the sounds of this angst.
background ambiance - silence
shortly after the previous post, i was packing boxes in the kitchen. i took a quick step backwards, preparing to turn and grab some odd or end to add to the box's contents, but instead slammed the back of my head into an open cupboard door. surprised and dazed, i dropped the item (fortunately, it didn't break). about an hour later, i was bounding down the stairs to the front door of my apartment when i slammed the front of my head into the door frame. at least i keep things balanced, even attempts at injury.
to add insult to injury, my delight about jake gyllenhaal on the cover of entertaiment weekly was soured when i saw that the indie film man of my dreams looked more the part of a hollywood sexpot wannabe than i'd hoped (clinging wet shirt, waterdrops and all - didn't do it for me). i took the hint, gave up packing and retreated to the movies for a couple of hours. thought about seeing "the day after tomorrow" to make myself feel better about things, but went the comedy route instead. i've heard the plot for tdat sucks - didn't want even my movie-going experience to be a disappointment.
it's one of those days. after the movie (raising hellen, by the way - cute flick and i love john corbett), i decided to snap out of my self-pity mode and talk to someone. i left messages on voicemails and briskly hung up after the couple of people who picked up informed me that they were going to be late for whatever they had scheduled for their saturday evenings.
so here i am, looking at my newly minimalistic living room, full of white and the angular lines of boses stacked. realizing my kitchen still despearately seeks my packing attention, fully aware of the dust bunnies calling for me in the corners of my living room. but wanting nothing more than to meet up with a friend, grab iced coffee and head down to the waterfront to swing on a bench. or maybe be my independent self and take to the waterfront with said iced beverage and my copy of orson welles collected works.
but i'm tired of being my independent self. i want someone to call me up and want to talk to me. i want someone to want to spend time with me. i don't want to seek it out anymore. it's exhausting.
regardless. i'm just wallowing - no point in that. i still have work to do. but it's so quiet here - quiet and white, two things i'm not overly fond of. while the world's still carrying on, people are out having fun and i'm just ... here. waiting for the hours to pass until the boxes are full. until i work tomorrow. until i move tuesday. until the throbbing of my head ceases and i can laugh about my self-inflicted one-two punch.
god, you'd think all i do is listen to emo, from the sounds of this angst.
in a few years, i'll be paying people to do this
status check - about to throw a temporary tantrum
background ambiance - live mraz (known today as my silver lining)
there's a reason why you conveniently forget what a bitch moving can be. i'm currently in the midst of remembering precisely why. and i am now throwing the inevitable tantrum that comes with moving. because i want to remember how much i hate moving for the next time i decide to move somewhere else. next time i will remember to only bring enough into a living space to fit into two boxes i can pile into my car and take to wherever else i wind up going.
disregard if you will, this is one of those "goddammit this is my blog and i can get pissed off in it for my own sake and fuck the readership" entries. i'll revert to my attempts at wit and insight next time.
try to sort through boxes. pack boxes. items don't fit. try to close boxes anyway. try to rearrange items in boxes. try to close boxes again. make boxes close by applying copious amounts of tape. try to stack boxes. move boxes from one stack to the other. realize the thing you really should have put in a particular box is sitting right in front of you. throw it in another box and accept fact that you'll come across item again in december. realize you don't care right now. try to label boxes. realize all of your labeling consists of "misc. breakable items." give up labeling boxes.
hope psychotic landlord does not try to repeat thursday action of entering apartment. realize you cannot take nap (not that you want to) because perhaps psychotic landlord will again enter apartment while you are asleep. return to boxes and process of determining which items you will need for last several days. realize you are content living on takeout as long as godforsaken boxes are packed and ready for move.
also realize you wish you could go to sleep (sans landlord entry) and wake up on wednesday, tucked into bed in new apartment, moving complete.
this fucking sucks.
enough whining, tantrum over. still have god knows how many fucking boxes to pack.
focusing on the light at the end of the tunnel. come wednesday, i will be an official resident in a delightful new (to me) apartment, with two co-habitants. i'll be returning to the roommate power of three for the first time since i lived hundreds of miles away, in a building carefully watched over by the lone figure of a policeman, guarding the corner through day and night, sunshine and snow, with the same closed smile on his face 24 hours a day. it was admittedly a statue of a policeman, but i never had a single incident of crime in my little capital space.
new apartment. a little family of friends to share the days and evenings with. my reward for a packing weekend.
Sharing the small space with my friends is what makes a palace out of my place. Were I to move to a big house outside of the city I would be alone, with no kingdom to try to control. There would be no political power play over who gets the final say on the color of paint for the hallway. Who would I blame when the phone is disconnected or there is no hot water? Who would wish me good luck before I left and say “it’s good to have you back” when I returned?
indeed.
background ambiance - live mraz (known today as my silver lining)
there's a reason why you conveniently forget what a bitch moving can be. i'm currently in the midst of remembering precisely why. and i am now throwing the inevitable tantrum that comes with moving. because i want to remember how much i hate moving for the next time i decide to move somewhere else. next time i will remember to only bring enough into a living space to fit into two boxes i can pile into my car and take to wherever else i wind up going.
disregard if you will, this is one of those "goddammit this is my blog and i can get pissed off in it for my own sake and fuck the readership" entries. i'll revert to my attempts at wit and insight next time.
try to sort through boxes. pack boxes. items don't fit. try to close boxes anyway. try to rearrange items in boxes. try to close boxes again. make boxes close by applying copious amounts of tape. try to stack boxes. move boxes from one stack to the other. realize the thing you really should have put in a particular box is sitting right in front of you. throw it in another box and accept fact that you'll come across item again in december. realize you don't care right now. try to label boxes. realize all of your labeling consists of "misc. breakable items." give up labeling boxes.
hope psychotic landlord does not try to repeat thursday action of entering apartment. realize you cannot take nap (not that you want to) because perhaps psychotic landlord will again enter apartment while you are asleep. return to boxes and process of determining which items you will need for last several days. realize you are content living on takeout as long as godforsaken boxes are packed and ready for move.
also realize you wish you could go to sleep (sans landlord entry) and wake up on wednesday, tucked into bed in new apartment, moving complete.
this fucking sucks.
enough whining, tantrum over. still have god knows how many fucking boxes to pack.
focusing on the light at the end of the tunnel. come wednesday, i will be an official resident in a delightful new (to me) apartment, with two co-habitants. i'll be returning to the roommate power of three for the first time since i lived hundreds of miles away, in a building carefully watched over by the lone figure of a policeman, guarding the corner through day and night, sunshine and snow, with the same closed smile on his face 24 hours a day. it was admittedly a statue of a policeman, but i never had a single incident of crime in my little capital space.
new apartment. a little family of friends to share the days and evenings with. my reward for a packing weekend.
Sharing the small space with my friends is what makes a palace out of my place. Were I to move to a big house outside of the city I would be alone, with no kingdom to try to control. There would be no political power play over who gets the final say on the color of paint for the hallway. Who would I blame when the phone is disconnected or there is no hot water? Who would wish me good luck before I left and say “it’s good to have you back” when I returned?
indeed.
5.28.2004
my blog's prettier than your blog
status check - amused (am i always amused lately?)
background ambiance - same old, same old
blogs are all the rage lately, at least when it comes to the puzzle of who writes them.
you should all feel relieved to know that i do nothing to conceal my identity in my writing. i am, and shall always be, clearly and unmistakably kate hudson.
of course.
first the washingtonienne buzz, now rance (note the link). rance is, according to the blogger himself and the subsequent news releases i've found today, a supposed a-list hollywood celebrity actor-type. he has a tripod account (tripod? who uses tripod for popular blogs?) and posts cryptic stories of being a celebrity on the west coast. his tales are now followed by a pretty large number of readers, while he's supposedly been approached by several liteary agents to write a book based on his posts.
the stuff is interesting to read and i'm sure i'll be following it on a semi-regular basis, now that i'm aware of it. and yes, part of me wonders who it could be - and if it's not some celebrity, i'm impressed by the ruse.
and the guest blog from grace is genius. switch orlando bloom in for eric bana and it's perfect.
but it shows that i've been blogging about the wrong things, that's for sure. a woman has a blog for a few weeks about her sex life on the hill and gets a book deal (according to the washington post). rance has his blog since december and is reportedly being approached to pen a book.
hello!?! here's a semi-interesting blogging gal (or, at least, a gal who's had some semi-interesting experiences in her time) who's been posting for over three years now ... where's my deal?
AND - the layout of my blog is a million times more pleasing to the eye.
contact my people (by clicking on the "write the writer" link, as i am my own people) - we'll do lunch and eventually peak at no. 1 on the times bestseller list.
background ambiance - same old, same old
blogs are all the rage lately, at least when it comes to the puzzle of who writes them.
you should all feel relieved to know that i do nothing to conceal my identity in my writing. i am, and shall always be, clearly and unmistakably kate hudson.
of course.
first the washingtonienne buzz, now rance (note the link). rance is, according to the blogger himself and the subsequent news releases i've found today, a supposed a-list hollywood celebrity actor-type. he has a tripod account (tripod? who uses tripod for popular blogs?) and posts cryptic stories of being a celebrity on the west coast. his tales are now followed by a pretty large number of readers, while he's supposedly been approached by several liteary agents to write a book based on his posts.
the stuff is interesting to read and i'm sure i'll be following it on a semi-regular basis, now that i'm aware of it. and yes, part of me wonders who it could be - and if it's not some celebrity, i'm impressed by the ruse.
and the guest blog from grace is genius. switch orlando bloom in for eric bana and it's perfect.
but it shows that i've been blogging about the wrong things, that's for sure. a woman has a blog for a few weeks about her sex life on the hill and gets a book deal (according to the washington post). rance has his blog since december and is reportedly being approached to pen a book.
hello!?! here's a semi-interesting blogging gal (or, at least, a gal who's had some semi-interesting experiences in her time) who's been posting for over three years now ... where's my deal?
AND - the layout of my blog is a million times more pleasing to the eye.
contact my people (by clicking on the "write the writer" link, as i am my own people) - we'll do lunch and eventually peak at no. 1 on the times bestseller list.
5.27.2004
perfect.
status check - wistful
background ambiance - voicemail love from dc
the one song i missed hearing at boston was "0% interest" - that is, the one song i'd noticed on setlists for the tour i was surprised/bummed to not find in the orpheum setlist.
i never said a word about it, yet paul magically knows to leave me nearly three minutes of that song from dar.
i sang along to the "our house," too. :)
xoxoxoxoxo
***edit: heard through the rkop grapevine that he pulled "older lover" off the shelf - if this is correct A) i'm giddy for paul and B) i'm cursing not having been able to go.***
background ambiance - voicemail love from dc
the one song i missed hearing at boston was "0% interest" - that is, the one song i'd noticed on setlists for the tour i was surprised/bummed to not find in the orpheum setlist.
i never said a word about it, yet paul magically knows to leave me nearly three minutes of that song from dar.
i sang along to the "our house," too. :)
xoxoxoxoxo
***edit: heard through the rkop grapevine that he pulled "older lover" off the shelf - if this is correct A) i'm giddy for paul and B) i'm cursing not having been able to go.***
extra, extra
status check - embarrassingly delighted
background ambiance - office
i may not have yet traveled around the country as much as i would like, but at least one of my stories has - kind of.
beth mentioned yesterday that she came across an ap-processed version of my movie theater wedding story in a different area paper. while having things from my paper put on the ap is pretty common practice, it was the first time i was made aware of the fact that something i'd reported on went up on the wire.
so i decided to dig around, see if it was anywhere else. and i was ridiculously pleased by the results.
the ap version of the wedding story popped up on news websites in (in no particular order): north carolina, ohio, florida, texas, new mexico, arizona, nebraska, hawaii, nevada, indiana, oklahoma, colorado, georgia, washington (state), kentucky, alabama, missouri, illinois, louisiana, minnesota, new york, and, to my utmost delight, california.
and fox news, but i'm not overly proud of that one.
i should note, however, that the condensed version ala ap features a lede i'd briefly thought about using. but i wound up passing on it so as to not seem overly cliched. and there are some other painful cliches that were added so as to condense the piece into newsbyte size.
nevertheless, i thought it was rather nifty.
here's a link to one of the ap reports - found on a san diego news site. at least part of me has reached that city!
***edit: please note the more complete version of the story (albeit still not entire), found in the boston globe. i'm such a dork sometimes.***
background ambiance - office
i may not have yet traveled around the country as much as i would like, but at least one of my stories has - kind of.
beth mentioned yesterday that she came across an ap-processed version of my movie theater wedding story in a different area paper. while having things from my paper put on the ap is pretty common practice, it was the first time i was made aware of the fact that something i'd reported on went up on the wire.
so i decided to dig around, see if it was anywhere else. and i was ridiculously pleased by the results.
the ap version of the wedding story popped up on news websites in (in no particular order): north carolina, ohio, florida, texas, new mexico, arizona, nebraska, hawaii, nevada, indiana, oklahoma, colorado, georgia, washington (state), kentucky, alabama, missouri, illinois, louisiana, minnesota, new york, and, to my utmost delight, california.
and fox news, but i'm not overly proud of that one.
i should note, however, that the condensed version ala ap features a lede i'd briefly thought about using. but i wound up passing on it so as to not seem overly cliched. and there are some other painful cliches that were added so as to condense the piece into newsbyte size.
nevertheless, i thought it was rather nifty.
here's a link to one of the ap reports - found on a san diego news site. at least part of me has reached that city!
***edit: please note the more complete version of the story (albeit still not entire), found in the boston globe. i'm such a dork sometimes.***
attn: miss michelle
status check - nancy drew-like
background ambiance - pete thurston, 30 down
i was looking around for something and wound up finding something different, but all the more appropriate!
to your khalil gibran/'the prophet' inquiry - the answer is yes.
background ambiance - pete thurston, 30 down
i was looking around for something and wound up finding something different, but all the more appropriate!
to your khalil gibran/'the prophet' inquiry - the answer is yes.
i've got lyrics, i've got packing
status check - sleepy
background ambiance - mraz, flying my guilt over a quilt
while i'm incredibly happy about having a new lair to call mine and flatmates', i'm not a fan of going through the necessary motions that will get me to said new space. i always have this warped fear that i'm going to pack something away and lose it forever. a box that gets left behind or lost along the way ...
i want to have everything in boxes this weekend, then be able to just transfer my life from one space to another on (hopefully) monday and (definitely) tuesday.
by the way, i have lyrics to "for better or worse" - reading them, i'm not feeling quite as shocked as i did while standing inside paradise.
listening to mraz - if i click my heels three times, will i magically reappear in dc?
background ambiance - mraz, flying my guilt over a quilt
while i'm incredibly happy about having a new lair to call mine and flatmates', i'm not a fan of going through the necessary motions that will get me to said new space. i always have this warped fear that i'm going to pack something away and lose it forever. a box that gets left behind or lost along the way ...
i want to have everything in boxes this weekend, then be able to just transfer my life from one space to another on (hopefully) monday and (definitely) tuesday.
by the way, i have lyrics to "for better or worse" - reading them, i'm not feeling quite as shocked as i did while standing inside paradise.
listening to mraz - if i click my heels three times, will i magically reappear in dc?
sex and politics
status check - thoroughly amused
background ambiance - 5.21.04 mraz show
where would i be without updates on humor from the inside the sordid world of our nation's capital? lost - or, at least not laughing as hard as i have this evening. i leave dc for a year and find out about all the fun i've missed. where to begin?
while lounging in the apartment with chloe back in the day, we joked about how amusing it would be to have a "real world" season in d.c. what would they do? where would they go? where would we sign up? well, according to wonkette, there will in fact be a d.c. season afterall - a loft space has been purchased. and in what neighborhood? adams morgan, naturally. perfect, i tell you. they'll get plastered and hit up pizza mart on many an occasion.
after discovering this, beth and i were laughing about the real world house we'd set up in dc-land. among the list: beth, myself, chloe, paul, anita and the senate staffer i always saw outside russell or while giving tours of the capitol. the seventh spot is still up for grabs - you know you want it. we'll submit the concept outline to mtv. let's make some television history.
but that's neither here nor there. the real fun comes courtesy of a fellow blogger. the newly infamous washingtonienne. fired from senator dewine's office for using senate equipment to post the short-lived chronicles of her sexcapades in politician-land. making up for her measily staff salary with the help of several sugar daddies - after all, who gets by on the salary alone?
in less than two weeks worth of blogging, she describes a life worthy of a cinemax special. threesomes, anal sex, adultry (but paid adultry, so that's obviously ok) and the realization that she's sleeping with six men. pretty typical fare, of course.
but it's the little things in the blog that amuse me so much. the (very true) observation that sidewalks in dc are not meant for high heels, meeting up with staffers at red river grill, downing pizza mart following a night of drunken debauchery. being the topic of observation (and, likely, conversation) at lunch with coworkers.
so at least part of the "staff ass" experience can resonate with someone who walked the same halls a year ago and lived to tell the tale.
but let's focus on the most important part. she only had to handle mail and answer the occasional constituent call? crikey - add the office greetings, moveon.org phone trees and tours of the capitol and then talk to me about working on the hill ...
background ambiance - 5.21.04 mraz show
where would i be without updates on humor from the inside the sordid world of our nation's capital? lost - or, at least not laughing as hard as i have this evening. i leave dc for a year and find out about all the fun i've missed. where to begin?
while lounging in the apartment with chloe back in the day, we joked about how amusing it would be to have a "real world" season in d.c. what would they do? where would they go? where would we sign up? well, according to wonkette, there will in fact be a d.c. season afterall - a loft space has been purchased. and in what neighborhood? adams morgan, naturally. perfect, i tell you. they'll get plastered and hit up pizza mart on many an occasion.
after discovering this, beth and i were laughing about the real world house we'd set up in dc-land. among the list: beth, myself, chloe, paul, anita and the senate staffer i always saw outside russell or while giving tours of the capitol. the seventh spot is still up for grabs - you know you want it. we'll submit the concept outline to mtv. let's make some television history.
but that's neither here nor there. the real fun comes courtesy of a fellow blogger. the newly infamous washingtonienne. fired from senator dewine's office for using senate equipment to post the short-lived chronicles of her sexcapades in politician-land. making up for her measily staff salary with the help of several sugar daddies - after all, who gets by on the salary alone?
in less than two weeks worth of blogging, she describes a life worthy of a cinemax special. threesomes, anal sex, adultry (but paid adultry, so that's obviously ok) and the realization that she's sleeping with six men. pretty typical fare, of course.
but it's the little things in the blog that amuse me so much. the (very true) observation that sidewalks in dc are not meant for high heels, meeting up with staffers at red river grill, downing pizza mart following a night of drunken debauchery. being the topic of observation (and, likely, conversation) at lunch with coworkers.
so at least part of the "staff ass" experience can resonate with someone who walked the same halls a year ago and lived to tell the tale.
but let's focus on the most important part. she only had to handle mail and answer the occasional constituent call? crikey - add the office greetings, moveon.org phone trees and tours of the capitol and then talk to me about working on the hill ...
5.26.2004
inside the mind of a journalista
status check - productive
background ambiance - typical office banter
what a random, busy (thus far) kind of day. i knew i would be pushing my productivity limits, as i entered the office fully aware that i had two stories i needed to get done ASAP, one that i wanted to get most of the information for today so i could finish writing tomorrow.
ready, set - GO! our heroine starts a flurry of writing, taking occasional stops for the necessities - you know, breathing and all. first story was (finally) finished by the end of my first hour. filed the second story a little less than an hour ago. three of my key interviews for the final story are done, so i can start writing tonight, polish and add a bit more tomorrow. crazy to think i'm actually getting it all done.
courtesy of FF (fabulous flatmate) and starbucks, i'm also riding a caffeine wave. caramel caffeinated goodness and laughter - makes for an energized me.
i've been amused by my chatty interviews lately. i'm a shy girl by nature (which i've been working on, being a journalist and all), and sometimes have a difficult time casually conversing with people during an interview. particularly phone. don't ask me why, i have no clue.
but lately, they've been coming so much easier. today i discussed the wonders of san diego (which that interview knew from experience and i simply know from my dreams), as well as discussing iota with another. i've been chatting away all day, getting some great stuff for the stories and having fun with the conversations at the same time. win-win.
it helps take my mind off the fact that i would probably kill right now for the chance to hop on a plane, head to dc and hit up the dar show with paul tomorrow.
background ambiance - typical office banter
what a random, busy (thus far) kind of day. i knew i would be pushing my productivity limits, as i entered the office fully aware that i had two stories i needed to get done ASAP, one that i wanted to get most of the information for today so i could finish writing tomorrow.
ready, set - GO! our heroine starts a flurry of writing, taking occasional stops for the necessities - you know, breathing and all. first story was (finally) finished by the end of my first hour. filed the second story a little less than an hour ago. three of my key interviews for the final story are done, so i can start writing tonight, polish and add a bit more tomorrow. crazy to think i'm actually getting it all done.
courtesy of FF (fabulous flatmate) and starbucks, i'm also riding a caffeine wave. caramel caffeinated goodness and laughter - makes for an energized me.
i've been amused by my chatty interviews lately. i'm a shy girl by nature (which i've been working on, being a journalist and all), and sometimes have a difficult time casually conversing with people during an interview. particularly phone. don't ask me why, i have no clue.
but lately, they've been coming so much easier. today i discussed the wonders of san diego (which that interview knew from experience and i simply know from my dreams), as well as discussing iota with another. i've been chatting away all day, getting some great stuff for the stories and having fun with the conversations at the same time. win-win.
it helps take my mind off the fact that i would probably kill right now for the chance to hop on a plane, head to dc and hit up the dar show with paul tomorrow.
5.25.2004
coventry is going to be ridiculous
status check - surprised
background ambiance - co-workers, also surprised
for those who can't get to the "announcement from trey" on the phish website ... phish will be done, broken up, finished, finito after the coventry show(s). which means the festival is going to be insane.
he specifically states that this is not like the hiatus. phish will cease to be.
huh.
this concludes my public service for the day.
background ambiance - co-workers, also surprised
for those who can't get to the "announcement from trey" on the phish website ... phish will be done, broken up, finished, finito after the coventry show(s). which means the festival is going to be insane.
he specifically states that this is not like the hiatus. phish will cease to be.
huh.
this concludes my public service for the day.
office exile
status check - focused
background ambiance - office, but i must tune it out
if i make it through this week, i must celebrate in some manner. i'm swamped with work (which makes for a productive me) and i'm off limits to daily work for the week. that is, i'm working on the projects i must work on and am not supposed to think about anything else. i don't care if a 747 crashes on church street - i'm in the zone.
but before i put on my blinders to the outside world, some lyrics i'm digging. courtesy of ms. toby lightman. consider it my plagarized rebuttal to "for better or worse," in an if-i-knew-then-what-i-know-now sort of way.
don't wanna know
you're no less than perfect
but you're much more than real
you're untouchable
how does it make you feel
and i'm waiting in line to be near you
and i can't believe my eyes
the kisses are all blown to you every time
chorus:
but i'd rather leave you
than see through the fantasy
and i'd rather stay shy and get high
on what could be
i don't wanna know what you do, where you go
i don't wanna know, who you really are
a glistening smile
a twinkle in your eye
well i can smile like that
just give me a try
and i've traveled around just to hear you
and your songs don't leave my mind
so tell me what should i do
to get you to say hi
[chorus]
and i've traveled around just to hear you
and your songs don't leave my mind
so tell me what should i do
[chorus]
background ambiance - office, but i must tune it out
if i make it through this week, i must celebrate in some manner. i'm swamped with work (which makes for a productive me) and i'm off limits to daily work for the week. that is, i'm working on the projects i must work on and am not supposed to think about anything else. i don't care if a 747 crashes on church street - i'm in the zone.
but before i put on my blinders to the outside world, some lyrics i'm digging. courtesy of ms. toby lightman. consider it my plagarized rebuttal to "for better or worse," in an if-i-knew-then-what-i-know-now sort of way.
don't wanna know
you're no less than perfect
but you're much more than real
you're untouchable
how does it make you feel
and i'm waiting in line to be near you
and i can't believe my eyes
the kisses are all blown to you every time
chorus:
but i'd rather leave you
than see through the fantasy
and i'd rather stay shy and get high
on what could be
i don't wanna know what you do, where you go
i don't wanna know, who you really are
a glistening smile
a twinkle in your eye
well i can smile like that
just give me a try
and i've traveled around just to hear you
and your songs don't leave my mind
so tell me what should i do
to get you to say hi
[chorus]
and i've traveled around just to hear you
and your songs don't leave my mind
so tell me what should i do
[chorus]
5.24.2004
home sweet home (warning: long)
status check - tired, but in a good way
background ambiance - typical office sounds
i admit it - i wanted to meet mraz thursday night. as i stood outside the orpheum, basking in a post-amazing-concert glow, i wanted to be able to say hello, perhaps shake his hand and just tell him that i thought he brought a brave, wonderful concept to stage in a glorious manner. i shortly realized that he was inside, saying hi and signing things and i didn't have a way to get back in and get in line. opportunity missed, slightly disappointed me. but i'd deal - especially as dealing involved chatting with some kickass people and observing the star-dazed fans pouring out of the theater swooning from their brushes with mraz. i was having a fine time dealing, actually.
yesterday, however, confirmed the hints of doubt i possessed about meeting someone i like/appreciate/admire while they're doing that which they do.
so i'm at my beloved fenway, perched in my seat waaaaaay down the right field side (unbeknownst to me, 30 rows or so behind the seats from where john kerry would shortly watch the game - vermont day at fenway will be, mark my words, the closest kerry comes to visiting vermont during this campaign). we'd just arrived, about an hour before gametime, and i was reading my copy of the phoenix (love), pouring through a review of an intriguing-sounding play ("popcorn," for those curious readers). my father and i decide to go pick up some snacks for our little party and, upon making our descent to the concourse, see a mass of ball-waving kids running to the red sox dugout. turns out bronson arroyo (read: the young new starting pitcher who looks a bit like james dean, plays guitar and pitches pretty well) was signing. aw, screw it. i grab my ticket and head over to join the kids and middle-aged women (i kid you not. i was not alone - i was young compared to some of these smitten kittens).
a girl, probably about 10 years old or so, stood to the side of the group, holding her pink red sox baseball but unwilling to get into the mix to get an autograph. she reminded me of myself when i was that age - long blonde hair and all. her mother was trying to convince her to push forward a bit, but was having no luck, so i led her in front of me and helped politely get her to the front. he signed her ball and then, a few people later, signed my ticket. good times.
he stayed out there for ages signing, which is fantastic. but he never looked up. so while i was pleased to see a young player getting out there and meeting the fans, he reminded me of why i'll never be an autograph seeker or anything like that. sure, i have some signed items - sports cards from my youth, concert posters or cd jackets from college. but i don't want to meet someone and have the only focus of our minute together to be making sure someone spells my name right.
which segues back (in a somewhat rambling manner) to mraz. i don't want to meet him as i stand in a crowd at a show, jockeying for his attention so he can look my way, say hi, then look to the next person. so, in my own sort of random way, i don't want to meet him - at least not in that capacity.
he's the kind of person i'd like to say hi to. i'd like to think that, had i met him thursday and had the chance to chat, i'd have asked him how he's been feeling about how the tour's going. i'd ask him who did the amazing cinematography for the video display and who came up with the idea for the transition between makana's set to raul's - and note the theatrical element in that transition that made my theater critic/former stage manager self incredibly happy. i'd ask him about how his writing's going (or ask him on tips for dialogue - ha!) or i'd just ask him how he's doing. no autograph, no photo, no anything else.
i'm not the kind of person who likes someone or wants to meet someone because he or she is famous. while there were many people at the orpheum show who feel the same way (i'm sure), there were certainly many people there who wanted to meet him/love him/have his baby because he's famous - the people who freaked over "you & i both," but not "halfway home." the people dancing to "the remedy," but were talking throughout "flying my guilt over a quilt."
they can have the post-show meet and greets because (and perhaps i'm just being an elitist for saying this) they need to have that photo op or signed poster because they make the show worthwhile. i now have an autograph from bronson arroyo. do i know him at all? did he even look at me? nope.
i have never met mraz. but i've read his writing, listened to his music and have seen him in moments of silliness, vulnerability and expertise. and the image i have in my mind of him leaning back to wail on a note in "halfway home" will mean more to me than any autographed ticket.
ok, now i'm off my soapbox and back to reality. autograph tangent aside, i have had a great half week. the trip to boston (take one) was a blast, with a stunning show, good travels and reunions with friends both expected and unexpected (i'd gone two years without a christopher hug and almost forgot how great they are - and he's the only person i'd ever let call me victory). i was again reminded of how much i love boston (and, we discovered post-show, one of the buses was branded with the bos stickers distributed for the show). i rocked for a remedy and want to help out further. i met some cool people and laughed at others.
returned (briefly) to burlington for work and nectar's. love what they've done with the place during the remodel - i'll actually go there on a semi-regular basis now, i daresay. ryan montbleau was a grand first new nectar's experience - the sit-down, casual "hi, thanks for coming, pick up a cd, they have my name on them and all" style to the performance was a nice juxtaposition to the previous night's casual-but-big performance. check him out before he gets big - he's worth it.
saturday's return was marked by incessant teasing, a stop at richardson's for the best sorbet in the world, lounging around and then, come sunday, the red sox's domination of the toronto blue jays. wakefield pitched well, while ortiz led the offense. orlando hudson (the one blue jay i wanted to see play) was injured early on, while the toronot bullpin struggled to find someone - anyone - who could halt of boston's steady offense. john kerry was there, but we didn't know until afterward - and i still don't particularly care. wasn't impressed in d.c., why would i be impressed in boston?
and thus i'm back, where i'm happily drowning in a sea of new music and ready to settle down into the same place for more than a couple of days at a time. my purse is adorned with my pair of buttons - mraz's "i <3 sex" and pete's "pete thurston thinks i'm hot." because to top off all the fun, my san diego musical package arrived and i have pete goodness to enjoy. with "leap before i look," ryan's "begin," raul midon's "limited live edition," toby lightman, a decent exposure compilation (vol. 3), howie day's "extras," and jump's latest (not to mention several books) i've got more than enough to keep myself occupied.
not bad for five days.
background ambiance - typical office sounds
i admit it - i wanted to meet mraz thursday night. as i stood outside the orpheum, basking in a post-amazing-concert glow, i wanted to be able to say hello, perhaps shake his hand and just tell him that i thought he brought a brave, wonderful concept to stage in a glorious manner. i shortly realized that he was inside, saying hi and signing things and i didn't have a way to get back in and get in line. opportunity missed, slightly disappointed me. but i'd deal - especially as dealing involved chatting with some kickass people and observing the star-dazed fans pouring out of the theater swooning from their brushes with mraz. i was having a fine time dealing, actually.
yesterday, however, confirmed the hints of doubt i possessed about meeting someone i like/appreciate/admire while they're doing that which they do.
so i'm at my beloved fenway, perched in my seat waaaaaay down the right field side (unbeknownst to me, 30 rows or so behind the seats from where john kerry would shortly watch the game - vermont day at fenway will be, mark my words, the closest kerry comes to visiting vermont during this campaign). we'd just arrived, about an hour before gametime, and i was reading my copy of the phoenix (love), pouring through a review of an intriguing-sounding play ("popcorn," for those curious readers). my father and i decide to go pick up some snacks for our little party and, upon making our descent to the concourse, see a mass of ball-waving kids running to the red sox dugout. turns out bronson arroyo (read: the young new starting pitcher who looks a bit like james dean, plays guitar and pitches pretty well) was signing. aw, screw it. i grab my ticket and head over to join the kids and middle-aged women (i kid you not. i was not alone - i was young compared to some of these smitten kittens).
a girl, probably about 10 years old or so, stood to the side of the group, holding her pink red sox baseball but unwilling to get into the mix to get an autograph. she reminded me of myself when i was that age - long blonde hair and all. her mother was trying to convince her to push forward a bit, but was having no luck, so i led her in front of me and helped politely get her to the front. he signed her ball and then, a few people later, signed my ticket. good times.
he stayed out there for ages signing, which is fantastic. but he never looked up. so while i was pleased to see a young player getting out there and meeting the fans, he reminded me of why i'll never be an autograph seeker or anything like that. sure, i have some signed items - sports cards from my youth, concert posters or cd jackets from college. but i don't want to meet someone and have the only focus of our minute together to be making sure someone spells my name right.
which segues back (in a somewhat rambling manner) to mraz. i don't want to meet him as i stand in a crowd at a show, jockeying for his attention so he can look my way, say hi, then look to the next person. so, in my own sort of random way, i don't want to meet him - at least not in that capacity.
he's the kind of person i'd like to say hi to. i'd like to think that, had i met him thursday and had the chance to chat, i'd have asked him how he's been feeling about how the tour's going. i'd ask him who did the amazing cinematography for the video display and who came up with the idea for the transition between makana's set to raul's - and note the theatrical element in that transition that made my theater critic/former stage manager self incredibly happy. i'd ask him about how his writing's going (or ask him on tips for dialogue - ha!) or i'd just ask him how he's doing. no autograph, no photo, no anything else.
i'm not the kind of person who likes someone or wants to meet someone because he or she is famous. while there were many people at the orpheum show who feel the same way (i'm sure), there were certainly many people there who wanted to meet him/love him/have his baby because he's famous - the people who freaked over "you & i both," but not "halfway home." the people dancing to "the remedy," but were talking throughout "flying my guilt over a quilt."
they can have the post-show meet and greets because (and perhaps i'm just being an elitist for saying this) they need to have that photo op or signed poster because they make the show worthwhile. i now have an autograph from bronson arroyo. do i know him at all? did he even look at me? nope.
i have never met mraz. but i've read his writing, listened to his music and have seen him in moments of silliness, vulnerability and expertise. and the image i have in my mind of him leaning back to wail on a note in "halfway home" will mean more to me than any autographed ticket.
ok, now i'm off my soapbox and back to reality. autograph tangent aside, i have had a great half week. the trip to boston (take one) was a blast, with a stunning show, good travels and reunions with friends both expected and unexpected (i'd gone two years without a christopher hug and almost forgot how great they are - and he's the only person i'd ever let call me victory). i was again reminded of how much i love boston (and, we discovered post-show, one of the buses was branded with the bos stickers distributed for the show). i rocked for a remedy and want to help out further. i met some cool people and laughed at others.
returned (briefly) to burlington for work and nectar's. love what they've done with the place during the remodel - i'll actually go there on a semi-regular basis now, i daresay. ryan montbleau was a grand first new nectar's experience - the sit-down, casual "hi, thanks for coming, pick up a cd, they have my name on them and all" style to the performance was a nice juxtaposition to the previous night's casual-but-big performance. check him out before he gets big - he's worth it.
saturday's return was marked by incessant teasing, a stop at richardson's for the best sorbet in the world, lounging around and then, come sunday, the red sox's domination of the toronto blue jays. wakefield pitched well, while ortiz led the offense. orlando hudson (the one blue jay i wanted to see play) was injured early on, while the toronot bullpin struggled to find someone - anyone - who could halt of boston's steady offense. john kerry was there, but we didn't know until afterward - and i still don't particularly care. wasn't impressed in d.c., why would i be impressed in boston?
and thus i'm back, where i'm happily drowning in a sea of new music and ready to settle down into the same place for more than a couple of days at a time. my purse is adorned with my pair of buttons - mraz's "i <3 sex" and pete's "pete thurston thinks i'm hot." because to top off all the fun, my san diego musical package arrived and i have pete goodness to enjoy. with "leap before i look," ryan's "begin," raul midon's "limited live edition," toby lightman, a decent exposure compilation (vol. 3), howie day's "extras," and jump's latest (not to mention several books) i've got more than enough to keep myself occupied.
not bad for five days.
5.21.2004
"you make me smile."
status check - happy
background ambiance - a concert repeating in my head
i'm likely to replace this post with something more descriptive when i think of it, but for now - i'm back.
at a random moment during last night's show at the orpheum, jason said into the mic, "you make me smile."
he made me smile. as did raul, makana, rkop'ers, christopher (!!!), michelle, my fellow drivers on the open road and anyone who appreciated the little things about last night's performance more than the fact that he played "the remedy" and "you & i both" (hint: the little bounces and head bobs, the honesty in his banter, "super secret" manuscript switch, and the inclusion of "god moves through you" and - happiness - "halfway home," - these qualify as great moments).
what a lovely trip.
p.s. get thee to nectar's tonight. ryan montbleau. if my should-be-exhausted self is going to be there, you should too.
background ambiance - a concert repeating in my head
i'm likely to replace this post with something more descriptive when i think of it, but for now - i'm back.
at a random moment during last night's show at the orpheum, jason said into the mic, "you make me smile."
he made me smile. as did raul, makana, rkop'ers, christopher (!!!), michelle, my fellow drivers on the open road and anyone who appreciated the little things about last night's performance more than the fact that he played "the remedy" and "you & i both" (hint: the little bounces and head bobs, the honesty in his banter, "super secret" manuscript switch, and the inclusion of "god moves through you" and - happiness - "halfway home," - these qualify as great moments).
what a lovely trip.
p.s. get thee to nectar's tonight. ryan montbleau. if my should-be-exhausted self is going to be there, you should too.
5.20.2004
three cheers for michael!
status check - elated
background ambiance - the television
MICHAEL IS BACK!
i didn't realize just how worried for him i'd been until i saw the posts on the averi site - and promptly squealed, "MIKE'S BACK!!!" and thoroughly started beth, who was already in shock that i was awake - before 8 a.m., no less.
a better-than-even-expected start to a crazy and grand few days. he posted a very in-depth explanation of what he's been going through - be warned, it's not for the squeamish.
but so good to read something from him, as opposed to the periodic updates from his bandmates at shows and whatnot. so happy to read he's doing better.
background ambiance - the television
MICHAEL IS BACK!
i didn't realize just how worried for him i'd been until i saw the posts on the averi site - and promptly squealed, "MIKE'S BACK!!!" and thoroughly started beth, who was already in shock that i was awake - before 8 a.m., no less.
a better-than-even-expected start to a crazy and grand few days. he posted a very in-depth explanation of what he's been going through - be warned, it's not for the squeamish.
but so good to read something from him, as opposed to the periodic updates from his bandmates at shows and whatnot. so happy to read he's doing better.
5.19.2004
.perfectly appropriate.
status check - amused
background ambiance - silence - but GO SOX!! (muted game)
lyrics recommended from the west coast. from the soundtrack of my life.
dear landlord,
please don't put a price on my soul.
my burden is heavy,
my dreams are beyond control.
when that steamboat whistle blows,
i'm gonna give you all I got to give,
and I do hope you receive it well,
dependin' on the way you feel that you live.
dear landlord,
please heed these words that I speak.
i know you've suffered much,
but in this you are not so unique.
all of us, at times, we might work too hard
to have it too fast and too much,
and anyone can fill his life up
with things he can see but he just cannot touch.
dear landlord,
please don't dismiss my case.
i'm not about to argue,
i'm not about to move to no other place.
now, each of us has his own special gift
and you know this was meant to be true,
and if you don't underestimate me,
i won't underestimate you.
- b.dylan
off to prepare for a whirlwind roadtrip.
xoxoxoxo - v
background ambiance - silence - but GO SOX!! (muted game)
lyrics recommended from the west coast. from the soundtrack of my life.
dear landlord,
please don't put a price on my soul.
my burden is heavy,
my dreams are beyond control.
when that steamboat whistle blows,
i'm gonna give you all I got to give,
and I do hope you receive it well,
dependin' on the way you feel that you live.
dear landlord,
please heed these words that I speak.
i know you've suffered much,
but in this you are not so unique.
all of us, at times, we might work too hard
to have it too fast and too much,
and anyone can fill his life up
with things he can see but he just cannot touch.
dear landlord,
please don't dismiss my case.
i'm not about to argue,
i'm not about to move to no other place.
now, each of us has his own special gift
and you know this was meant to be true,
and if you don't underestimate me,
i won't underestimate you.
- b.dylan
off to prepare for a whirlwind roadtrip.
xoxoxoxo - v
'grown up' summer and fenway fancies
status check - delighted
background ambiance - phone messages re: phish
when i was younger, i couldn't imagine summer as a full-fledged adult. as a child, summer was meant for playing and relaxing - no cares in the world other than summer ball and the like. once i hit working age, summer meant shifts at mcdonald's - working a night shift, hanging out with my little disfunctional group until 2 or 3 a.m., going home, sleeping until noon. once college hit, it was work, save money and take short road trips for concerts until i was able to return 'home' to my collegiate family.
even last summer, my first summer as a collegiate graduate, was marked by a sense of 'what now?' things were still in transition.
this summer finds our heroine experiencing the sensation of being settled for the first time. i've got the job, the apartment (granted, that's changing in 13 days, but still) and the realization that summer is a warm series of workdays and weekends, not the break in action it has previously been.
to my surprise, however, i'm digging grown up summer. meeting up with friends for brunch or lunch and laughing beneath the shade of a patio umbrella. watching people walk by on church street and realize that this stretch of businesses is my area - after years of collegiate wishes that i had the time to be on church street, i'm now there every day.
the anticipation of events to come - concerts, minitrips, baseball games and the like - and the happiness of knowing that i have a group of people around me whose company i enjoy - and who, in turn, enjoy my company. knowing i can always stop by nectar's for a drink or a concert without having anything else i need to do that night, knowing that i'll spend most of my workdays writing something interesting and learning something new.
this summer will be one of the first that won't serve as a break - instead it's a continuation. and i'm looking forward to it.
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in other news. my first fenway game of the season - sunday's vermont day - against toronto! ignoring the fact that i'm driving to boston tomorrow, to vermont friday, then back to boston this weekend (at least then i'll be able to curl up in the backseat and sleep). i'm too excited about my first game of the season to care.
background ambiance - phone messages re: phish
when i was younger, i couldn't imagine summer as a full-fledged adult. as a child, summer was meant for playing and relaxing - no cares in the world other than summer ball and the like. once i hit working age, summer meant shifts at mcdonald's - working a night shift, hanging out with my little disfunctional group until 2 or 3 a.m., going home, sleeping until noon. once college hit, it was work, save money and take short road trips for concerts until i was able to return 'home' to my collegiate family.
even last summer, my first summer as a collegiate graduate, was marked by a sense of 'what now?' things were still in transition.
this summer finds our heroine experiencing the sensation of being settled for the first time. i've got the job, the apartment (granted, that's changing in 13 days, but still) and the realization that summer is a warm series of workdays and weekends, not the break in action it has previously been.
to my surprise, however, i'm digging grown up summer. meeting up with friends for brunch or lunch and laughing beneath the shade of a patio umbrella. watching people walk by on church street and realize that this stretch of businesses is my area - after years of collegiate wishes that i had the time to be on church street, i'm now there every day.
the anticipation of events to come - concerts, minitrips, baseball games and the like - and the happiness of knowing that i have a group of people around me whose company i enjoy - and who, in turn, enjoy my company. knowing i can always stop by nectar's for a drink or a concert without having anything else i need to do that night, knowing that i'll spend most of my workdays writing something interesting and learning something new.
this summer will be one of the first that won't serve as a break - instead it's a continuation. and i'm looking forward to it.
---------
in other news. my first fenway game of the season - sunday's vermont day - against toronto! ignoring the fact that i'm driving to boston tomorrow, to vermont friday, then back to boston this weekend (at least then i'll be able to curl up in the backseat and sleep). i'm too excited about my first game of the season to care.
5.18.2004
so i've been told ...
status check - good, groovy, peachy keen
background ambiance - various background
did you know i'm the best?
haha - neither did i. but i'll take it.
background ambiance - various background
did you know i'm the best?
haha - neither did i. but i'll take it.
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