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Relocating again

July 1, 2006 12:49 am

Well, Sunday I migrate to my second home of the summer to start my next internship adventure.  Time at home has not generated a great many posts, despite all this supposed free time!  It quickly became pool time, movie time, sorting time, and (very importantly) dinner time.  So you see, not terribly newsworthy, but entirely worthwhile.  I might put up a few movie reviews, though.

The wonders of summer cleaning

June 26, 2006 11:49 pm

I have discovered the most wonderful dump for old trash! I almost think I should feel guilty about this, foisting things off on innocent children like this. But I am assured that they really are treasures in six-year-old eyes.

My mother has in her classroom a treasure chest of sorts with little prizes – kiddies who have been good by a certain set of criteria for a certain length of time get to pick a prize. Think little plastic toys or old barrettes. A little room-cleaning, however, can unearth some true treasures!

And let me tell you what I’ve been finding.

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News Hour

June 20, 2006 11:18 pm

aka, It might take you 60 Minutes to read this thing!
(I’m sooo good at attracting readers….)

The chronic problem with this thing is that I put it off and then I start to get intimidated by how long I’ve put it off. First, the news summary.

1. I graduated. (And there was much rejoicing.)

2. I’ve been to Boston.

3. I’m home. And I am calling Tae TOMORROW, because I’ve been a bad person and have let piles and boxes and unpacking/repacking get in the way of spending time with my friends.

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“Spring” break on the horizon

February 23, 2006 3:48 pm

‘Course, the weather we’ve been having recently makes it seem less absurd and February is always spring in Florida… Gah.

Well, if anyone still wants to associate with me after this little expression of the interesting times in which we live, I am coming home on Saturday and will be in town for a week! Tae, I have something for you. Elf, I have nothing for you, because you didn’t leave anything behind.

My exams are tomorrow…I might even be ready, but at this point, ain’t much I can do. So here’s to a fun evening with friends!


December 23, 2005 7:18 pm

So I actually have some photos up on my Flickr account – a few of the ones from last night. The last few (after I ran into my limit because I was too lazy to resize them first) are here.

Katie gives a play by play.

A rather blurry group shot.

“Okay, schnookums.”

Another blurry group shot.

We tried a game Theresa had come across. I was the first to die.

So, a good time was had by all!

Christmas and movies

December 22, 2005 12:59 pm

Not a great deal of news here, folks. Christmas is happening, with all usual activities. Tree is up, outside lights are up, cookies are baked, presents are wrapped. I took the boys shopping the other day, which was almost not as much of an ordeal as last year. When they know what sort of thing they’re looking for – they were better on this than last year – that’s half the battle. The other half is finding this stuff. Last year we managed it all at the mall, I think…this year took us from Books-a-Million to the mall to Circuit City to WalMart.

Oh – and I managed to go to the post office at Christmas time without crushing my finger. *bows* So my grad school applications are all mailed off.

Came home last week and got my nose buried into three books, as usual. I came home reading Wilkie Collins’ The Woman in White, something I’ve wanted to find since I saw the musical based upon it when I was in London a year ago. Mmm, London. Mmm, Christmas lights in London.

I also picked up my German version of the first Harry Potter book in an effort to pull my Deutsch back again – I have a German lit course next term. Harry is, I find, a nice way to wade back in. I know the English well enough that it helps me out. Oh yeah, is that what merkwurdige means? Riiiight…

The third is a massive tome that my parents gave my brother for his birthday last spring. It falls in the “What to read after Harry Potter” advertising category, but between its size and his general busy-ness, he hadn’t started it yet. So I did. The first page or so is very clever, but then the 80 pages that follow are fairly slow. By pg. 80, though, I was hooked, and by 200 it hums right along quite nicely. The title is Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell and it’s set in the early 1800’s, as England is at war with Napoleon. Much magic and fairies and high society. Reminiscent of Patricia C. Wrede’s Mairelon books, but I have several hundred pages to destroy that illusion.

This Christmas has brought an unusually large number of movies I want to see! Since when does that happen, anyway? The Producers is out, as is Peter Jackson’s King Kong. There’s a new Pride and Prejudice, and I’m intrigued by the premise of Memiors of a Geisha (only sufficiently intrigued to rent it later, probably). This isn’t even counting the two (two!!) I saw last week, Rent and The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.

Rent is a musical I hadn’t known anything about except that a lot of people really like it – I have one friend in particualr who is a big fan. When Pug and I went to see it at the mall, they were having some sound problems – way way way too much bass in some of the big numbers, so much so that you couldn’t hear the words…and the words were important. That whole setting up the plot and introducing the characters thing? Yeah. They evened out as the movie went on, and I really liked the show itself.

Narnia I enjoyed too. Pug, Tae, Elf, and I went out to dinner and saw the Narnia movie a week ago. Though I think the White Witch looked all wrong, there was a lot more that looked just right. The creatures were great (not the only way in which this production improves on the old BBC version with people in animal suits, but a major factor!), and the children were well cast. At first, I was a bit bothered by how much they seemed to be bickering, but when I looked back at the book later that night, I realized that they’d made a change for the realistic. No kids talk like they do in C.S. Lewis, not even British kids.

Personally, I’d been a little down on Narnia in recent years. Somehow, the more clearly I saw the Christian symbolism, the more I dismissed the tales. (Sad truth: I’m not as open-minded/tolerant/accepting as I like to think.) Seeing it all again reminded me that it is a good story all on its own. Christ figures don’t mean much to me, but dear old not-a-tame-lion Aslan does. That’s where the story is powerful to me. So I guess that’s what I liked best about it.

As advertised

October 15, 2005 11:40 pm

CSC Quote list

I just addded a bunch from (I think) last June, when four of us were playing Apples to Apples at Liz & Elf’s place. Commentary and context welcome.

The Evil Eye

August 28, 2005 11:05 pm


Meet Hurricane Katrina. As someone cleverer than me has quipped, she pretty much fills up the whole bathtub. And while she’s nominally headed for New Orleans, Biloxi, Mobile, it looks like we’ll be getting tropical storm or even category 1 hurricane force winds.

As the marquee at the Lutheran church around the corner says, “This too shall pass.” We’re ready. Many businesses in the area are boarded up; our house is not, but I think we’ll be fine as is. The water level in the bay was already visibly higher this morning. This afternoon, it was lapping over some docks.

Seems longer, but week ago I was in Staunton, Virginia. Dad and I pulled out of town in New Hampshire Saturday morning and spent the day in Concord – a very interesting town where we toured houses that once sheltered the likes of Emerson, Hawthorne, and Louisa May Alcott – also visited the cemetary where all three of them and Thoreau now repose (they call it writer’s row, together in death as in life, or something like that). We spent some time on Sunday with family in eastern New York (a cousin of my grandfather and her daughter – neat people) and stopped in Staunton, VA Sunday night so that we could get up on Monday and go to Jefferson’s home at Monticello (also highly recommended). Monday night we were in Greenville, saw Jen and Cort, and were home Tuesday evening. My summer kept following me all the way home: gift shops at the Alcott home and at Monticello were selling old issues of one of the magazines I worked on this summer – issues that dealt specifically with those people and places. They date back to the late ’80s, but these things are made to be resources, and that looks like a sign of success to me.

Home again, home again!

August 24, 2005 2:24 pm


The drive down was largely uneventful, with some interesting stops. More on those later.

I’m trying to catch up on everyone else’s blog at the moment. Found Elf’s collection of “You Know You’re From XXX When…” and since she’s already posted Florida, I thought I’d check out what they have to say about two states that I almost might know something about. Here are the highlights.

first, a blast from the past – my childhood home

You buy salsa by the gallon.
Exaggeration, but we’ll ignore that.

Your favorite restaurant has a chile list instead of a wine list.

Your Christmas decorations include “a yard of sand and 200 paper bags”.
Heck yeah! And they’re called ‘luminaria’ – not ‘luminaries’. Silly Southerners.

Most restaurants you go to begin with “El” or “Los”.
The ones worth going to, at least.

You think six tons of crushed rock makes a beautiful front lawn.
Better yet, it needs no mowing.

All your out-of-state friends and relatives visit in October.
Balloon fiesta!!!

You know whether you want “red or green.”
This is the state question. It refers to chiles. Sort of asking around here whether you want your ice tea sweetened or unsweetened.

You can correctly pronounce Tesuque, Cerrillos, and Pojoaque.
And the Rio Grande is not the Rio Grand.

You have been told by at least one out-of-state vendor that they are going to charge you extra for “international” shipping.
When I first moved to Florida, kids asked me if I spoke Spanish. NEW Mexico, please!

You can order your Big Mac with green chile.
Heck yeah

You associate bridges with mud, not water.
I remember first seeing the Rio Grande from a bridge high over a canyon with the river at the bottom. It had been particularly dry , so the river was only a thin brown line. I was very confused – that’s not what a river was supposed to look like! I was probably five or six.

Tumbleweeds and various cacti in your yard are not weeds. They are your lawn.
It’s what you put in your rock garden, of course.

A package of white flour tortillas is the exact same thing as a loaf of bread. You don’t need to write it on your shopping list; it’s a given.
Tortillas are a very good thing to have around and do not imply that one is planning to make burritos. This has occaisionally confused some of my college friends.

You know what I did last summer

You drive a Suburu
They’re serious. I haven’t used the word “Subaru” so often since my parents owned one…and that was before my youngest brother was born.

You rather vacation in New Zealand than Florida.
Can you blame them? At least in the summer. Why anyone would vacation in Florida in the summer is really beyond me. Snowbirds I understand, but summer is just beastly.

You can identify a Massachusetts accent.
I can.

You can recognize someone from Massachusetts from their driving.
I can do that too. Something strange happens when you cross the state line from NH to Mass.

You can visit Berlin, New London, Bethlehem, Lisbon, Lebanon and Dublin all in one afternoon.
Except for the occaisional Indian names, this is not a part of the world notable for having original place-names. Better yet, most town names are repeated in each state…which is a problem when your states are so small! NH and Mass. are both home to towns named Concord, Salem, and Amherst, to name a few.

Down South to you means Boston.
Ha. I spent the summer trying not to smirk when anyone complained of the heat or the humidity. Granted, they would have had reason to make twice as much fun of me, were I there in the winter…

You consider Manchester exotic.
I don’t buy this one. Boston’s too close for this to be true.

You know what a bubbler is.
Yes! I’d been wondering all summer exactly how local that expression is. It’s a water cooler, guys… I think “bubbler” can also be used to refer to a drinking fountain.

I looked at South Carolina’s list, too, but I didn’t think they were that funny… I was told this summer that I really don’t belong in the South. And though there are certainly people and places here that I love, they’re right. I really have very few cultural ties to this part of the country.

You are Agonistic

You’re not sure if God exists, and you don’t care.
For you, there’s no true way to figure out the divine.
You’d rather focus on what you can control – your own life.
And you tend to resent when others “sell” religion to you.

For a quiz with fewer questions than I have fingers, it got me right on the money.

Trauma, excitement, and Vader

June 1, 2005 10:45 pm

And in less than a week! Holy cow!

First order of business: Yes, I drive a box! The amusing part is that, despite the fact that it was made with my generation in mind, it was my grandfather who bought it for himself last year! Since then, the decision has been made that he really shouldn’t be driving any more, so through a marvelous stroke of good luck on my end, the Scion came to me! Mother drove it here from Las Cruces last weekend. Whee!

Next: I found a place to live in New Hampshire! Again!! The first place fell through due to uncontrollable circumstances, nobody’s fault – a mother-in-law needed to come live with her kids, so there wasn’t room for me after all. I found this out when I got home last weekend. AAAAAAHHHHHH!!! Extremely frustrating, but after MUCH ado, a phone call I made this afternoon paid off – I will be living at a different B&B, but this time (after the first week, at least) I will have my own suite/apartment type area – private entrance, small kitchen, etc. I will be paying rent, and whatever I end up doing around the place will be taken out of that, which works. I leave Friday. Tomorrow is packing day.

Other: All final exams, presentations, and that darn monster paper are finally over. I managed to give two presentations – and hardly tripped over my tongue at all! I just checked grades online and two of the three are actually in already and are thoroughly satisfactory. The third one was the aformentioned monstrosity of a paper, we’ll see how that goes. I’m not worried. Or I don’t care – hard to tell which tonight.

Aaaaand Vader. I finally got to join the rest of the world (my family doesn’t count; we are cinema-challenged and that’s okay) who have seen Episode III. Pug and I went this afternoon. I recommend the nitpicking of Carmen & Co.. Enjoyable for what it was, though you have to go into it knowing that Lucas is not physically capable of writing romance besides “I love you.” “I know.” (This is not to disparage the Han & Leia style of romance – far from it. This is to slam silly-sounding romance scenes with lines like “I’m haunted by the kiss you should never have given me.” GAH.) I was also less that satisfied with the big climactic battle over the lava pit (or rather, lava planet. Definately no volcano.) – Pug hit the nail on the head when he called it forced. Honestly, if anything, it really made me want to watch the old trilogy. Sadly, no time for that before leaving for points north. So somebody go watch it for me!