Saturday, September 17, 2005
it's a train! it's a plane! it's a comfort mountain bike!
the ultimate in laziness
Thursday, September 15, 2005
i'm boring my grandma...
in other news, libra (extravaganda) fest is up and coming, so if you live in blacksburg or within driving distance, you shouldn't miss it :) five of us libras have birthdays within 10 days of each other, so we celebrate in style for the occasion(s).
Saturday, September 10, 2005
hurricane nate!

well, i was waiting expectantly for hurricane nate to make headlines this year, as "nate" was the slated title for one of the atlantic storms to hit this year. but when i saw headlines go from katrina to ophelia, i realized nate didn't make too big of a splash ;) but here's his history and moment of glory (ending today on 9/10). in all seriousness, it's a blessing he expired at sea.
Thursday, September 1, 2005
spam! and not of the mystery meat variety.
whoever said mondays were bad....
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
i'm pretty sure fictitional is not a word....
Thursday, August 25, 2005
i'm guilty...
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
what an extra couple of dollars will get you
turns out, they happily gift wrapped my bottle of wine in all it's glory :) so my extra two dollars was well worth the personal touch!
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
no really, it's friday
in other news, i finally got to hold miss malayna :) very exciting ;)
counting the hours until i'm off for 4 whole wonderful days...
Tuesday, August 9, 2005
Monday, August 8, 2005
still a bit skunky...
in others news, congrats to my mom who has a new job! she'll be setting up a new home office and selling baby shoes to boutique stores :) she's very excited!
okay, better get back to work :) i'll post more siesta fiesta pics later, there were some great ones :)
Aubade by A.R. Ammons
that's, take the life out of your style and
the style out of your life: give up fats,
give up sweets, chew rabbit greens, raw: and
how about carrots: raw: also, wear your
hipbones out walking: we were designed for
times when breakfast was not always there, and
you had to walk a mile, maybe, for your first
berry or you had to chip off a flint before
you could dig up a root: and there were
times when like going off to a weight reduction
center you had a belly full of nothing: easy
to be skinny digesting bark: but here now at
the breakfast buffet or lavish brunch you're
trapped between resistance and getting your
money's worth and the net gain from that
transaction is about one pound more: hunting
and gathering is a better lifestyle than
resisting: resisting works up your nerves
not your appetite (already substantial in the
wild) and burns up fewer calories than the
activity arising from hunger pangs: all in
all this is a praise for modern life — who
wants to pick the subrealities from his teeth
every minute — but all this is just not what
we were designed for, bad as it was: any way
I go now I feel I'm going against nature, when
I feel so free with the ways and means, the
dynamics, the essentialities honed out clearly
from millions of years: sometimes when I say
"you" in my poems and appear to be addressing
the lord above, I'm personifying the contours
of the onhigh, the ways by which the world
works, however hard to see: for the onhigh
is every time the on low, too, and in the
middle: one lifts up one's voice to the
lineations of singing and sings, in effect,
you, you are the one, the center, it is around
you that the comings and goings gather, you
are the before and after, the around and
through: in all your motions you are ever
still, constant as motion itself: there with
you we abide, abide the changes, abide the
dissolutions and recommencements of our very
selves, abide in your abiding: but, of course
I don't mean "you" as anyone in particular
but I mean the center of motions millions of
years have taught us to seek: now, with
space travel and gene therapy that "you" has
moved out of the woods and rocks and streams
and traveled on out so far in space that it
rounds the whole and is, in a way, nowhere to
be found or congratulated, and so what is out
there dwells in our heads now as a bit of
yearning, maybe vestigial, and it is a yearning
like a painful sweetness, a nearly reachable
presence that nearly feels like love, something
we can put aside as we get up to rustle up a
little breakfast or contemplate a little
weight loss, or gladden the morning by getting
off to work . . . .
Sunday, August 7, 2005
a mexican, a pinata, and a skunk

so i think it's fair to say that the mexican siesta fiesta was a success! the evening is better captured in pictures, but of course i'll also add my own synopsis. the night started off with more food that you can shake a maraca at, plenty of guacamole, shredded beef, bean dip, cheese dip, and tortilla chips to eat it with. offerings of other party guests included mas guacamole, watermelon margaritas (homemade!), 7-layer dip, and more! and of course, cassie, the birthday girl of the hour who had a tiara, but it wouldn't stay on her head. after everyone had arrived, we all headed to the garage to break the pinata! but after breaking the broom handle several times over, we broke out the big guns and used an aluminum baseball bat. after it STILL didn't break and the little plastic airplane bottles inside were breaking instead, we tore it open and all went at the goods. those with loot toasted and quickly consumed their prizes. after that we all headed back upstairs and cleo, the solo canine party guest, wandered outside and found something to chase. thinking it was the racoon that had earlier been on the porch, i went out to get her but just as she ran back to the porch and i grabbed her, cries of "what is that smell??" filled the house. turns out, cleo had rustled up a skunk and had been sprayed! her eyes were watering but otherwise it was just the HORRIBLE smell that made her the least popular party guest of the evening. after nate and i secured the walking stink bomb in the garage, we headed to the grocery store to gather all the ingredients from a recipe provided on the internet. nate patiently explained and re-explained why the situation was funny and not a complete disaster that my drama queen side was making it out to be! after we had washed up the dog and most of the skunk smell, my sense of humor returned and i watched an intense game of flippy cup take place. overall, it was a wonderul evening filled with lots of laughter and all things mexican (and a little skunk)! truly one to remember!
Thursday, August 4, 2005
una otra dia en mexico
tonight, it's out in tiajuana, then tomorrow morning, just a few hours at the plant before we cross the border and head to the airport. nate's picking me up tomorrow evening and he'll be a welcome sight :)
again, can't resist plugging the mexican siesta fiesta for casita, it will be muy divertido y habra mucho cerveza! (yes, my spanish is still horibble even after 4 days in mexico, but i'm learning!)
Wednesday, August 3, 2005
happy birthday cassie!
Tuesday, August 2, 2005
buenos dias!
Monday, July 25, 2005
Afloat by Lawrence Raab
declared that Giorgione's The Storm
was the strangest painting ever made,
you flew to Venice to see it. And the canals,
of course, the celebrated light
on the water, all the churches
where someone might be playing Bach
or Vivaldi while off in a shadowy corner
another masterpiece begs to be seen.
So, for a while, yours is a life
of important surprises, which is what
life should be, and usually is
only briefly. You'd like to forget
that Venice is sinking, and no one
knows how to save it. But today
walking across the flooded piazza feels
almost instructive: the mortal
just touching our need for permanence.
So much, after all, is vanishing.
And still the doomed city is afloat,
the water you don't want to fall into
glittering cheerfully as you cross the bridge
to the Accademia, where at last you will find
the enigmatic Tempesta, a picture much admired
by Byron, who in general detested painting
unless it could remind him
of something he had seen
or some day might see.
(Note: Giorgione's La Tempesta, from RAI International)
Saturday, July 23, 2005
run for the border
this weekend so far, i've taken a deep sleep nap, been to the cellar, and now am at work! later today, the massive cleaning effort will begin in preparation for my mom's visit!
Thursday, July 21, 2005
take a dip in the french dips you dip
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
reminiscence

hard to believe i've already been living and breathing in blacksburg for three years now. when i moved here, i knew no one. i hardly had any furniture, save a bed that was my graduation gift, and a few lawn chairs in the living room, faced toward my tv that sat directly on the floor. eventually, i decided they weren't comfortable at length, and pulled the twin mattress from my extra room in. a big night for me was stopping by kroger after work to purchase a frozen pizza and a bottle of wine. and since i didn't have cable, the guy at video update thought i had nothing better to do than rent a movie every day of the week. i did love my little windsor hills apartment, the first residence of my very own. i kept things freakishly clean, for at least two reasons (1) i had all kinds of time on my hands (2) there was no furniture to move!
i did some random things though that i enjoyed and now, would probably never find time for! i wandered blacksburg, took pictures of anything and everything: lyric, farmers' market, golf course, barns, ellet valley. i drove to pulaski one weekend and wandered around, lured by the furniture company there, but figured out it wasn't my style and ended up just kind of wandering through the sleepy downtown. i drove up to roanoke, down the parkway, went to every retail store in the county. it's funny now to think back on all that, as most times i am surrounded by great friends and keep a pleasant running pace outside of work :) it only took about six months for several things to occur: my sister moved here, we started hanging out with our neighbors, my company hired several more people my age, etcetera. all resulting in my quite happy existence now :)
Monday, July 18, 2005
if i had cake, why wouldn't i eat it?
did anyone else realize that it's already july 18th? this is craziness! i have to go back to school in a month? booo. i'm enjoying my carefree, obligation free summer!
on the bright side, as time moves along, the time when my mom's coming to visit comes closer! she'll be here starting next tuesday, july 26. events in the running are: virginia creeper, dinner at cabo, farmers' market, dinners at home, wine, dog show, and much much more!
you can't have everything, where would you put it?
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
betelgeuse! betelgeuse! betelgeuse!
here's my public service announcement for the day: if you're at all skeptical about the wonders of rainX, don't be! that stuff is the best thing since sliced bread! i retreated my windshield recently and have been waiting not very patiently ever since for it to rain.
tonight, we're headed to the cellar to see maggie's wishlist, a band managed by the bass player of paul clark and the lonesome drifters (the 'honky-tonk' band that plays at the cellar every other thursday). apparently, the cellar has a monday night blues jam (new), tuesday night jazz, wednesday night i think is usually open except for this week, thursday night alternating blues and paul clark. that's a good lot of music!
while i'm plugging local events, easy chair bookstore is having two that i'm excited about. one is the harry potter launch party at 10 pm this friday, the other is the pub slam poetry reading at the underground on july 21.
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Sunday, July 10, 2005
the cow whisperer!

so this weekend, nate and i went on a walk down ramble road. the road passes by several cow fields and since we had the camera, i stopped to take a few photos of a distant cow through the fence.
apparently, he saw us by the fence, and ambled on over.

ALL the cows came over. the sweet looking brown cow was my favorite. anyone have any idea why all the cows came to see us? they had plenty of grass to eat... so it didn't seem like food would be a motivation. we tried walking away, and they formed a single file line and followed. when we walked, they walked; when we ran, they ran:

as soon as we'd stop, they'd all gather as if we had called a meeting. eventually, i had to give a speech to they wouldn't feel as if they'd gathered in waste ;) it was funny. but seriously though, anyone cow savvy enough to explain this phenomenon to me?
on a sidenote, we also discovered more blackberry bushes than you can shake a stick at! well...i suppose you could shake a stick at them, but most likely, you'd be too busy picking berries like we were! we gathered a handful and had them with ice cream after dinner. yum yum.

Friday, July 8, 2005
whoa wine...
words from around the world
If you walked through London yesterday, you would have been surrounded by screams of joy and laughter and songs of jubilation because of the surprise win of the Olympic bid. This evening as you walk through London there is an eerie silence; the only noise that can be heard is the putter of footsteps on the sidewalk as hundreds of commuters try to make their way home. Somewhere along the way the screams remain, but this time they are screams of pain; screams of sorrow, screams of anger and screams of anguish for those who have lost their lives and those who were injured when all they wanted to do was to get to work this morning.
Stella M; London, United Kingdom
We utterly condemn those atrocities. We condemn those responsible. Islam is a peaceful religion and it teaches peace. Those who are responsible must be brought to justice, no matter what religion or what country they belong to. Our thoughts and prayers are with the families and friends of those who have suffered in this atrocity. We the Scottish Muslims stand United and our prayers are with the families and friends of those who have been killed and all those injured in this atrocity. We appeal to the authorities that those who are responsible must be brought to justice.
Tahir Mohammed; Glasgow, Scotland
Thursday, July 7, 2005
why i'm jealous of nate
so now we bloggers can finally post pictures without using hello or hosting them on another site. yipee! i expect that nate will soon post many pictures from his trip to italy as a result, but here's one of my favorites to the left.expect many more pictures coming from this blogger :) including one of my new haircut!
a nod to london and england in this difficult time.
(insert something interesting here)
i haven't blogged in awhile, was keeping up a pretty good pace there the last couple of weeks and the poof! nothing for days. i spent first few days of the weekend at work, but then was freed to head to PA to spend time with nate's family and friends and their annual 4th celebration. it was a wonderful time! we spent a good portion of the day floating in the river, played an intense volleyball game, and a few other games like three-legged races and water balloon toss. overall, was a fun-filled holiday :)
this week, have been out to cabo with friends, had dinner made for me (tasty!), checked on our garden, which thanks to mark and natalie, is flourishing! if you're looking for some tasty veggies, i'll have plenty of them in a few more weeks! i'm most excited about the pear tomatoes which my mom grew years ago and i found when we were buying up all our plants to plant.
tonight? new river network get together thingy and maybe a movie at the lyric? to be seen....
Friday, July 1, 2005
everything's coming up roses
other highlights - my mom will be here to visit the first week of august and cassie is headed to arizona today!
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
popularity and the animal kingdom
Sunday, June 26, 2005
downsize me?
Friday, June 24, 2005
friday friday friday friday!
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
time to re-register my car...
fizgig (fiz'-gig) n. 1: a fishgig. 2: a giddy, flirting girl. 3: a kind of firework, made of damp powder, which gives a hissing or fizzing noise when ignited
swaly (sway'-lee) adj. shady.
hoyden (hoy'-den) n. a girl or woman of saucy, boisterous or carefree behavior.
twee (twee) adj. affectedly or excessively dainty, delicate, cute or quaint
daedal (deed'ul) adj. 1a: intricate. 1b: skillful, artistic. 2: adorned with many things.
stygian (stij'-ee-an) adj. 1: of or relating to the river Styx. 2: extremely dark, gloomy or forbidding.
duende (doo-en'-day) n. the power to attract through personal magnetism and charm [from Spanish dialect for "charm", from Spanish "ghost, goblin" from duen de casa].
inveigh (in-vay') v. to protest vehemently; rail.
lambent (lam'-bent) adj. 1: playing lightly on or over a surface: flickering. 2: softly bright or radiant. 3: marked by lightness or brilliance (esp. of an expression).
oneiric (oh-nai'-rik) adj. of or relating to dreams. {see also: oneiromancy n. divination by means of dreams}.
"i'm a salmon! i'm swimming upstream to spawn"
i also had a tasty tasty dinner at corned beef and co., which i fully intend to replicate in my own kitchen :)
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
ps from your friendly neighborhood version of ebert and roper
bibbidy bobbidy boo!
-lastnight at the lyric, they interviewed us for The Current (NRV's section of the Roanoke Times) -- will be in print in the Sunday, July 3rd edition. the only shame about it is that nate missed it, as he has been volunteering longer than any of us (in fact, i'm really only a volunteer sidekick!) :)
-outlook 2003 has now been installed on my computer! woo-hoo! now i can sort and flag my e-mail with the best of them!
-a group of us are headed to roanoke tonight to see "A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum" which I mentioned yesterday, but am becoming increasing excited about - dinner at Corned Beef and Co. to start, then off to the play which is described as "sex and the city meets the history channel." good times ;)
Monday, June 20, 2005
can i go home yet?
tomorrow night we're off to see they play "A Funny Thing Happened on The Way to The Forum" - should be fun!
Sunday, June 19, 2005
happy father's day dad and marty!
afterwards, i was being very lazy and just playing on my computer at home, so cleo and i headed to henderson lawn to read in the sun and enjoy the beautiful day.
today is errand day! of to target, except i can't remember what it is that i needed...hmmmm.
nate's now at a villa near florence for those of you keeping up with him :) he's also updating here whenever he can!
I pick seven letters and make the word chance:
twenty-two points, not bad for a start.
You’re not quite as a lucky, and counter with fate:
worth a mere twelve with your Double Word Score.
Fortune’s not bad, using all but my “y,”
and now we’re deep into it, as the board widens out.
Nights not of passion but of deep tendresse,
as you make the word gentle for just seven points.
Our son’s fast asleep, and I make the word heal,
a mere six points, plus a Triple Word Score.
And so, four years from fantasy, we move on this way,
lifting square letters from darkness to light.
Quietly, nastily, we’ve learned how to play,
as you wind up with family and I end with above
on this old, fated gameboard of luck and love.
*
by Michael Blumenthal
Thursday, June 16, 2005
when in rome...
not that there's anything wrong with that, especially lately! it's been warm and beautiful here in southwest virginia. yesterday evening as i was driving home on main street, the sun was setting and banners for the lyric touting 75 years were waving, i thought what a wonderful oasis blacksburg is :) this surprising burst of music, organics, education, etc. lastnight i got the grand tour of a friend's new beautiful house and had a glass of wine at boudreaux's with cassie and a friend of hers. then cassie and i headed off to the grocery store. i like grocery shopping fairly late at night. not sure why, especially since by then, the bakery, deli, meat counter, etc. are all closed. may have something to do with a danielle steel novel i read once where the couple of interest meets in the grocery store ;)
tuesday night i sat on the couch to watch a movie with cassie and i don't think i even made it 10 minutes. i finally drug myself off the couch at 10 pm, stumbled into the kitchen to eat 1/2 a cold leftover enchilada, and went straight to bed! which brings me to my next subject: i am yet again on a diet. stay tuned to see if i make it this time. you know what they say, if it first you do not fricassee, fry fry again!
Friday, June 10, 2005
want to buy a house? too bad!
today, it is finally friday. it's been a long time coming. 5-day weeks are a little rough after a leisurely 4-day week like last week. the new river network dealy turned out to be a great time- glorified keg party really (with better food!). great turn out, met some fun and interesting people that actually live in blacksburg, as opposed to just passing through our lovely mountains for a bit of education.
Thursday, June 9, 2005
new river network
in other news...i have no other news! more later.
Tuesday, June 7, 2005
i wish winnie the pooh was my co-worker!
Saturday, June 4, 2005
hello from the river i can't spell!
enjoy the weekend!
Thursday, June 2, 2005
i want to go search for treasure!
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Friday, May 27, 2005
poetry workshop! :)
No One Has Ever Fallen in Love with a Fish
Today my sister fell
in love. And i-
well, i bought a goldfish.
He’s a lovely goldfish really.
i brought him home in a clear plastic bag,
filled with air and water,
and one fish.
Startled at first by the transition,
he swam slowly along the bottom of the bowl.
then began to dart around, nipping
bits of food off the surface of the water.
Watching him, i think of my sister,
how she might like to hear
about the latest addition to my life,
but before i can pick up the phone, it rings,
she is on the other end of the line.
“He said I love you,” she says just
as my lips are moving
to form the word fish. Her words
spill over mine, fill in details.
Then i remember,
and tell her about my fish.
How he swims and bobs just a bit
to The Beatles.
After i’ve hung up, i turn
to see him, swimming
alone in his bowl, close
to the rocks along the bottom.
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
errands on my lunch break today
Monday, May 23, 2005
words of wisdom or wit
"I would explain, but then you would understand my explanation, not what I said." - James Richardson
"Don’t cross this field unless you can do it in 9.9 seconds. The bull can do it in 10."- Anonymous, 1985
"If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn’t brood. I’d type a little faster."- Isaac Asimov, author of 289 books, 1984
"My vigor, vitality and cheek repel me. I am the kind of woman I would run from."- Nancy, Lady Astor, 1955
"I don’t believe in dying. It’s been done. I’m working on a new exit. Besides, I can’t die now—I’m booked."- George Burns, 1987
"A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort."- Herm Albright
"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams."- Eleanor Roosevelt
"Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity."- Gilda Radner
"Of all the ways to avoid living, perfect discipline is the most admired."-James Richardson
"To be fair, English is full of booby traps for the unwary foreigner. Any language where the unassuming word fly signifies an annoying insect, a means of travel, and a critical part of a gentleman's apparel is clearly asking to be mangled." - Billy Bryson in The Mother Tongue
"Believe nothing, no matter where you read it or who has said it, not even if i have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense." -Buddha
"Do the thing you think you cannot do." - Eleanor Roosevelt
vote on one from the list or post one of your own :)
Friday, May 20, 2005
'somewhere out in america it's starting to rain'
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
American Love Story, by Mike Dockins
Hallelujah, she knows how to shoot pool.
She sinks her eight ball, drinks me under
the table. I whimper for a date, a smooch,
a slap. She hits the jukebox, that old song.
I change taverns but she's there: pigtails
that fill me with moon silt and planet jelly,
lips that just keep on being lips, little belly
I want to ski across. At home she's on top
of the fridge, dog-earing my favorite Azorean
epic. She drives the bus I take, cleans my
teeth, cuts my hair, cashes my paychecks,
taunting me: Going out tonight, Jerry? See
you there, Doll, I say, shaking with optimism.
2. THE SCHEME
If I can carry the pigskin ten more yards,
she'll take me to the movies, an action flick
with Swiss banks and tanks and jagged Alps.
I'll miss hockey, but her swinging ponytail
is better than a puck slung on ice. Her face
becomes warm, hot, thermonuclear. God,
I love her. She has perfect teeth, a straight
spine, and thighs that make frat boys bang
petulant fists during beer pong. Lord, if I sink
this basket, she'll marry me in Lake Tahoe: my
feet in Nevada, hers in California. If I'm clever,
I'll slip into a triple-cherry slot, and I'll love her
more with each rolling coin, each lucky pull.
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
we are young and unimpressed by all you'd recognize
"When later Narcissus discovered his image in a pool, he fell in love with himself, and not being able to find consolation, he died of sorrow by the same pool. It is said that Narcissus still keeps gazing on his image in the waters of the river Styx in the Underworld."
Monday, May 16, 2005
summer reading list
the money book for the young, fabulous and broke (suze orman) - thanks mom!
anna karenina (tolstoy)
finish the fountainhead (ayn rand)
harry potter the order of the phoenix (no! i haven't read it yet...)
any other good suggestions? i have a taste for fiction (that non-fiction book is a major anomaly for me), usually chick lit or other fluffy types, with the occasional scholarly type book (enter tolstoy and rand). i also have a few new poetry books to peruse and need to spend more time writing poetry. there's another poetry slam, this time at the underground :) they said maybe they'll be a better turnout with beer. i'm going, but don't know if i'll read...it's on the 27th if you feel like a random dose of semi-literature ;)
Thursday, May 12, 2005
hickory dickory dock!
can't believe it's already thursday. marty (my stepdad) was in richmond for work, so we all met him in lynchburg lastnight at a fantastic restaurant called isabella's. i recommend both the restaurant and the wine we had, the wine is a sicilian red, with a pencil sketch of pinnochio on the front. quirky and tasty :) has also been really warm for the past two days! all kinds of sun and blue skies! hope that continues into the weekend so i can enjoy it all day long :)
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
ryan hanlon revisits the 'burg
Our Generation by Carl Dennis
They'll have to agree we managed to bridge the gap
Between those who arrived before us
And those who followed. We learned enough
At the schools available to fill the entry-level positions
At the extant sawmills our elders managed,
At banks, drug stores, freight yards, and hospitals,
Then worked our way up to positions of trust.
There we were, down on the shop floor
Or up in the manager's office, or outside the office
On scaffolds, washing the windows.
Did we work with joy? With no less joy
Than people felt in the generations before us.
And on weekends and weekday evenings
We did our best to pursue the happiness
Our founders encouraged us to pursue,
And with equal gusto. Whatever they say about us
They can't deny that we filled the concert halls,
Movie houses, malls, and late-night restaurants.
We took our bows on stage or waited on tables
Or manned the refreshment booths to earn a little extra
For the things we wanted, the very things
Pursued by the generations before us
And likely to be pursued by generations to come:
Children and lawns and cars and beach towels.
And now and then we stood back to admire
The colorful spectacle, the endless variety,
As others before us admired it, and then returned
To fill our picnic baskets, drive to the park,
And use the baseball diamonds just as their contrivers
Intended they should be used. And if we too
Crowded into the squares to cheer the officials
Who proclaimed our country as fine in fact
As it is in theory, as faithful a friend to the planet
As any country we cared to name,
A few of us confined to a side street,
Carried signs declaring a truth less fanciful.
A few unheeded, to be sure, but no more unheeded
Than a similar few in generations before us
Who hoped that the truth in generations to come,
Though just as homely, would find more followers.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
no seriously...
Tuesday, May 10, 2005 Posted: 7:58 AM EDT (1158 GMT)
CHARLESTON, West Virginia (AP) -- Even Jesus Christ can't circumvent the rules for getting a driver's license in West Virginia.
Attempts to prove his name really is Christ have led the man born as Peter Robert Phillips Jr. through a lengthy legal battle and a recent victory in the District of Columbia Court of Appeals.
"This all started with him expressing his faith and his respect and love for Jesus Christ," attorney A.P. Pishevar told The Associated Press. "Now he needs to document it for legal reasons."
Described by his attorney as a white-haired businessman in his mid-50s, Christ is moving to West Virginia to enjoy a slower lifestyle. He bought property near Lost River, about 100 miles west of Washington, and has a U.S. passport, Social Security card and Washington driver's license bearing the name Jesus Christ.
But he still falls short of West Virginia title and license transfer requirements because his Florida birth certificate has his original name on it and he has been unable to obtain an official name change in Washington.
"We just need official documentation that that's his name," said Doug Stump, commissioner of the West Virginia Division of Motor Vehicles. "He will be treated no different than anybody else."
Christ applied for the legal name change in May 2003, but it was denied by District of Columbia Superior Court Judge Tim Murphy because "taking the name of Jesus Christ may provoke a violent reaction or may significantly offend people."
In his appeal, Christ's attorney argued that Phillips had changed his name to Jesus Christ 15 years earlier, and "has been using the name since then without incident."
The appeals court last month sent the name-change proposal back to the lower court, saying some required hearings in the case had not been held.
Any comment from the man in the middle of this legal tussle?
"Christ is not speaking to the press at this time," Pishevar said.
i'm done! i'm done i'm done i'm done!
i'm a little excited, can you tell?
tonight's plans? hang out with nate, cassie, ashlea and mike as ashlea is leaving for georgia tech this weekend! sniff... but congrats to her on attending the #1 industrial engineering school in the nation for her phd! v. exciting. also exciting are my plans to visit her in atlanta (a city i've yet to explore).
Just Keep Quiet and No One Will Notice by Ogden Nash
Which is that people ought to be taught not to go around always making apologies.
I don't mean the kind of apologies people make when they run over you or borrow five dollars or step on your feet,
Because I think that is sort of sweet;
No, I object to one kind of apology alone,
Which is when people spend their time and yours apologizing for everything they own.
You go to their house for a meal,
And they apologize because the anchovies aren't caviar or the partridge is veal;
They apologize privately for the crudeness of the other guests,
And they apologzie publicly for their wife's housekeeping or their husband's jests;
If they give you a book by Dickens they apologize because it isn't by Scott,
And if they take you to the theater, they apologize for the acting and the dialogue and the plot;
They contain more milk of human kindness than the most capacious diary can,
But if you are from out of town they apologize for everything local and if you are a foreigner they apologize for everything American.
I dread these apologizers even as I am depicting them,
I shudder as I think of the hours that must be spend in contradicting them,
Because you are very rude if you let them emerge from an argument victorious,
And when they say something of theirs is awful, it is your duty to convince them politely that it is magnificent and glorious,
And what particularly bores me with them,
Is that half the time you have to politely contradict them when you rudely agree with them,
So I think there is one rule every host and hostess ought to keep with the comb and nail file and bicarbonate and aromatic spirits on a handy shelf,Which is don't spoil the denouement by telling the guests everything is terrible, but let them have the thrill of finding it out for themselves.
Monday, May 9, 2005
arizona
too long. lately, i hear your rain
falls day and night, are you trying to fill
the hole we’ve left you?
pizza ends hostage standoff?
Monday, May 9, 2005 Posted: 9:40 AM EDT (1340 GMT)
SYDNEY, Australia (AP) -- Officials bought 15 pizzas to secure the release of a guard who had been held for 42 hours by inmates at an Australian top-security prison, police said Monday.
Twenty prisoners were involved in the standoff, which began Saturday when inmates occupied part of Risdon Prison on the southern island state of Tasmania, complaining about conditions in the aging institution and taking guard Ken Hannah hostage.
Hannah finally was released late Sunday night after authorities caved in to demands for pizza.
"The final sticking point with the inmates was that they were requiring pizzas to be delivered," senior prisons official Graeme Barber said.
"We had held off in relation to that -- we obviously wanted the release of our staff member," he added. "Our staff member was negotiated out by the delivery of 15 pizzas."
The last prisoner involved in the siege gave himself up Monday. No one was injured.
The siege followed months of violence and unrest at Risdon, which holds one of Australia's most notorious convicts, Martin Bryant, who went on a shooting rampage at Tasmania's Port Arthur historic penal settlement in 1996, killing 35 people.
Thursday, May 5, 2005
my test is in 1 hour, 7 minutes and i don't want to study...la la la
happy cinco de mayo!
i also have a final today. yip yip yippee! not really though. it's on quality control. i have news for him, quality is not in control. period. that's going to be my answer to every question. okay maybe not every question. point is, i'm hightailing it out of here asap, heading home to change, starbuck's for a recharge, then to campus to study up until my test at 7.
THEN it's downtown charlie brown!
Tuesday, May 3, 2005
nashville carried me away ;)
other highlights? krystallll on the drive down, dinner at las palmas (fantastic chimis..mmmm) on friday night and some POURING rain to boot (no pun intended), some fantastic omelettes for breakfast made by none other than our host, then the parthenon (full size replica!), then some fantastic bbq at jack's, then some great honky tonk at open mic night, then home to change, then to the mall for aforementioned boots and hat, then to another fantastic dinner, and then to back to broadway for more music and entertainment :)
overall, it was a great weekend :) i think my favorite part about nashville is how many people are trying to make it as stars- made me excited for them when watching them play- at one point, even our bartender got up and sang a song :)
my only complaint is nashville apparently doesn't qualify to have a coffee mug to call their own- music city? c'mon starbucks, have a heart!
Friday, April 29, 2005
oh i'm going to be such a tourist...
Thursday, April 28, 2005
wow what a crazy week!
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and you're thinking... what? did i read that correctly? yes you did, but i'm not the one running in it! i'm just along for the beer (cough.. root beer mom!) and country music :) it's also the best chance i have to wear my rhinestone belt buckle. which i will, proudly. i only hope that i can locate a decent cowgirl hat on the drive through tennessee.
gram - if i get time, we might stop in greene county!
Friday, April 22, 2005
relay for life!
enjoy the weekend! :)
Thursday, April 21, 2005
thursday means it's ALMOST the weekend
but i've made 2 lists, one of things left to do for school (and folks, it's LONG)- one of things i need to take care of outside of school/work - also long :) but some of it's fun, for example -make an appointment to cut my hair, which is getting long, and in need of cutting.
okay, i'm outta here :) anyone noticed my attempt to blog more frequently?
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
post delinquency
- great bike ride and picnic on the new river trail
- fun trip to chateau morrisette :) with plenty of wine to be had
- i read poetry at the 'poetry slam' at easy chair bookstore. it was so much fun - exhilerating even. did i spell that right? whatever.. i'm in a hurry ;) no time for spell check! but somehow, there is time to type several sentences about how it may be mispelled... ah well, there's no accounting for logic on this blog!
happy wednesday ;)
Friday, April 15, 2005
yawn...
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
poetry dose 1!
my sister tells me we are cursed by the unattainable
no matter what happens, i know
i’ll be okay, i tell her, smoothing
the tears from my cheek
with my fingers, pausing
while the phone line falls silent,
interrupted again by the sound
of her voice. that’s another curse
of ours, she says.
six days later i am walking home
at five o’clock in the evening and i realize
what she meant. rush hour traffic is speeding
past me and my love life suddenly makes sense.
we will never completely succumb our lives
to someone else’s. suspended
in our independence- cursed in knowing
who loves
the least
is in control.
second poetry dose!
Venice, But No Gondola
I: On the Way
He says out loud (not necessarily to me)
“If you want to see poverty, just go to Venice.”
Funny how they’re both water cities,
whether it’s Italy or Louisiana.
Instead of a gondola, I’m in a Chevy Suburban
traveling down a highway.
Houses on stilts line the roadside,
the smell of oil seems to hang
among the cars on blocks, dark swamps with bright
green algae on the surface. Natalie Merchant
wails from the car speakers, a borrowed CD.
I didn’t borrow it, the lyrics reach me anyway,
climbing over the old stone wall
I am bound for the riverside.
When I look out the window, the leather seats
seem wrong for the situation. I feel compelled
to respond to the poverty comment but don’t know
what to say and the awkward lapse inevitable
of a four hour car ride with a stranger
fills the car. Natalie sings anyway, unaware
there is nothing to say, find a place
on the riverbank
where the green rushes grow
see the wind
in the willow tree
in the branches hanging low
We reach the dock and I board a boat headed out
to the Gulf. I watch from the back deck as we push
through the heavy water and every now and then
my gaze lands on small houses, isolated
by the swamps , connected only by dilapidated
wooden docks. Later, I notice the water has cleared,
the houses are gone and ocean water laps the tall grass
all around us.
II: On the Rig
My shift will be midnight to noon. I learn
to love rising in the darkness, eating breakfast at 4:30 a.m.
I learn exactly what to tell “Q” in the mornings
to have my eggs cooked just right. I learn what to call
the men. Later, I even learn their names.
I find that when the metal
and the men and the mud
become too much,
I can always find the sea.
It stretches out so far that I can no longer remember
where I might find land. At night, I forget that it’s only water;
the other rigs light the skyline as if they are outskirts
of a metropolis.
One morning, as the sun rose on the water
I noticed that the blue was being overtaken by a deeper,
darker brown. It’s the Mississippi, they tell me, even
twelve miles of water between us, it still finds the way
all the silt spilling into the gulf,
staining the blue. child it's lovely
let the river take it all away
the mad pace, the hurry
the troubles, the worries
just the river take them all away
flow away.
Monday, April 11, 2005
i'm published! (well, sort of...)
Silhouette is Virginia Tech's Literary and Art Magazine:
Dear Brianna,
Congratulations! Your poems, “
Poetry Editor of the Silhouette
coffee champions!
"Jason said...
Speaking of coffee houses...some big news here in the west lafayette (remember, that town you lived in for undergrad?) well, all was normal on thursday, vienna and village coffeehouse both open for java drinks (of course one is better than the other)...come saturday morning village is closed, completely empty with "for lease" signs in the windows, and the markerboard outside says "20 unemployed on a whim..." leaving vienna the undisputed champion on campus..."
Thursday, April 7, 2005
april is poetry month!
"Poetry Month, some say, is a promotional vulgarity that lowers a great and fundamental art to the level of Domestic Cheese or Accident Prevention. Others respond, Poetry Month is a genial, harmless way of encouraging people to read poems and buy books of poetry.
Poetry, say some, is a private and personal art, best appreciated in deep chambers of the soul, not out in the public marketplace where it can be bought and sold like a hot dog or an entertainment center. But poetry, say others, makes art from words, the very stuff of the public agora where people meet and exchange words along with ideas, feelings, and goods."
spring fling!
a cookie is a sometimes food?
"My beloved blue, furry monster -- who sang "C is for cookie, that's good enough for me" -- is now advocating eating healthy. There's even a new song -- "A Cookie Is a Sometimes Food," where Cookie Monster learns there are "anytime" foods and "sometimes" foods...
...The furry one also plans to try different kinds of cookies (read: healthier cookies) rather than his just staple, chocolate chip.
But will he still scarf his food? Yes, plus the occasional object, Truglio said.
But isn't that unhealthy? Her reply: He's still Cookie Monster.
Cookie Monster appears to be happy with the new "sometimes food" song, because at the end he warbles: "Is sometimes now?"
"Yes," he's told.
So there it is. Cookie Monster still gobbles cookies, he's just a healthier version of his old self. His eyes are still googly, his fur is still scruffy and he's still messy.
Even "Sesame Street" recognizes that we all need guilty pleasures."
Wednesday, April 6, 2005
Tuesday, April 5, 2005
this just in
this week is filled with homework, projects, papers, and work (of the 40-hour-a-week variety that is). but after that the fun begins! it's a paul clark week, closely followed on friday by the graduate student semi-formal gala - that's right, get out your gala clothes because there's a cocktail party, dinner, and dance to attend (isn't that festive?) can't think of a better way to kick off the warm weather that's starting to be the norm around here again.
bollo's has good coffee today, and i've now come often enough that i recall the exact change for a house mug. $1.37. today, there's not even time for my one free refill, have to rush off to a meeting on campus ;) enjoy the warm weather (hopefully wherever you are, there is some!)
damn that technology
Saturday, April 2, 2005
there IS an arizona!
(i said enjoy no less than 3 times in this post.. and now 4!)













