See you in September
See you when the summer's through...
Will I see you in September
Or lose you
To a summer love?
-See You In September by S. Wayne and S. Edward sung by The Tempos
Well, did everyone have a good summer? I did, thank you. Staying away from the blogging community wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. There were times I wanted to check other people's blogs or write about something that had happened in the world on my own blog but each time I managed to grab the thought by the throat and wrestle it into submission. The closer I got to the end of my time-out the harder it became but now the waiting is over and I'm back.
I've been mulling over how to jump back into this blogging thing and I thought I would begin by writing about some of the things I would have written about if I had been blogging this summer. But I also want to catch up on all the other blogs I usually read and I know that doing both will take some time so here is the plan. This week I spend my time reading blogs and next week I start writing again. So instead of my thoughts on the things that happened while I was gone I have found other thoughts that reflect mine and have linked to them. In no particular order:
1. In July the Democratic National Convention put on the same old high school pep rally as usual("We're going to win! We're going to win!"), only they had more money to spend than most high schools do.(The Republican convention is going on as I type-same show-different cast.) The most interesting part of the Democratic convention was the speech by Illinois State Senator Barack Obama. He started talking and it was "I Had A Dream" time. This is what a speech should be; one that gives you hope and touches your soul.
2. Ronald Reagan died.
3. The amazing Julia Child died.
4. Fay Wray died. For those of you too young to know, she was in the original King Kong.
5. The opening and closing ceremonies of the Olympics were wonderful. Just the way we (USA) would have done it if we (USA) had taste. The television coverage of it here was a different story.
6.(Sigh) George Bush. Just a couple of things here, not going to go over the same-old-same-old stuff.
First, from the "Civil Rights? You Don't Need No Stinking Civil Rights!" file.
Next, Michael Moore released a tape of Bush's nominee for head of the CIA, Porter Goss, talking about how he is unqualified to work for the CIA.
7. Only saw one new movie this summer but I seem to have had a good reason.
The Bad Review Revue at Defective Yeti :
June here and here.
July here.
August here, here and, here.
Finally, this quote from Anchorman director Adam McKay about actor Will Ferrell, "Will's a master at playing mediocre American men, quys who aren't as great as they think they are, like George W. Bush."
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
Sunday, June 06, 2004
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
Vacation
Vacation
All I ever wanted
Vacation
Had to get away
-Go Go's
After a lot of thought I have decide to stop blogging for the summer. Saturday I pulled the postponement card out of the tarot deck again. I have big project that I have been meaning to do but I realize now that I have been sidetracked by blogging. Reading other people's blogs and writing my own is taking up more of my time than I was willing to admit. I think the only way I can get what I want to do done is by not blogging for awhile. And the only way I am going to stop blogging is by quitting cold turkey. Seen you all at the end of summer or at the end of my project- which ever comes first.
Have a great summer everyone.
Remember,the blogs listed in the sidebar are worth a read too. Check them out.
All I ever wanted
Vacation
Had to get away
-Go Go's
After a lot of thought I have decide to stop blogging for the summer. Saturday I pulled the postponement card out of the tarot deck again. I have big project that I have been meaning to do but I realize now that I have been sidetracked by blogging. Reading other people's blogs and writing my own is taking up more of my time than I was willing to admit. I think the only way I can get what I want to do done is by not blogging for awhile. And the only way I am going to stop blogging is by quitting cold turkey. Seen you all at the end of summer or at the end of my project- which ever comes first.
Have a great summer everyone.
Remember,the blogs listed in the sidebar are worth a read too. Check them out.
Thursday, May 27, 2004
Chainbloging: "a sky full of stars"
I grew up in Denver, Colorado not thinking about how the sky looked. It was just there, blue in the daytime and black at night. People from out of state would always talk about the sky. They would marvel at how bright the sunlight was and how blue the sky. At night they would stare in wonder at the heavens and say something about how the stars looked close enough to touch. It wasn't until my husband and I moved to Florida that I understood what people were talking about.
My husband got a job in Tampa and we made the trip to our new home by car. We were almost at the end of our long drive when we stopped at a restaurant in Jacksonville for a late dinner. As I got out of the car I looked up at the night sky and froze. Something was wrong with it. It wasn't black enough and it wasn't deep enough. I also noticed there weren't enough stars in this strange sky and the stars that were there were farther away than they should have been. Also, they didn't look right, they looked as if they were underwater. Then I understood.
I was looking at stars that were now a mile farther away from me than they had been in Denver. I was also looking at them through an atmosphere that was more dense and humid that skies above Denver. "My" stars looked like flicks of white paint on a board painted jet black. These stars were smaller flicks of white paint on black velvet.
I never did get used to that velvet night sky. When we moved back to Denver a year later I was happy. That first night back in Denver I looked up at a sky full of stars close enough to touch and I knew I was home.
This is part of a chain of posts linked together by word association. The previous link in the chain was here. If you want to write another link here's what to do: Find a word, phrase or theme from this post to inspire your own and go and write it. It's that simple. Try not to write something that's similar to this post. That way the subject of the posts along the chain will vary. E.g. if I write about going to the doctor's, then don't talk about the last time you were ill, instead describe how you used to play Doctors and Nurses with the girl next door. Get the idea? Your post can be in any style you want. Copy this paragraph and tack it onto the end of your post, updating the link to point here, then leave a comment here that points to your new post.
My husband got a job in Tampa and we made the trip to our new home by car. We were almost at the end of our long drive when we stopped at a restaurant in Jacksonville for a late dinner. As I got out of the car I looked up at the night sky and froze. Something was wrong with it. It wasn't black enough and it wasn't deep enough. I also noticed there weren't enough stars in this strange sky and the stars that were there were farther away than they should have been. Also, they didn't look right, they looked as if they were underwater. Then I understood.
I was looking at stars that were now a mile farther away from me than they had been in Denver. I was also looking at them through an atmosphere that was more dense and humid that skies above Denver. "My" stars looked like flicks of white paint on a board painted jet black. These stars were smaller flicks of white paint on black velvet.
I never did get used to that velvet night sky. When we moved back to Denver a year later I was happy. That first night back in Denver I looked up at a sky full of stars close enough to touch and I knew I was home.
This is part of a chain of posts linked together by word association. The previous link in the chain was here. If you want to write another link here's what to do: Find a word, phrase or theme from this post to inspire your own and go and write it. It's that simple. Try not to write something that's similar to this post. That way the subject of the posts along the chain will vary. E.g. if I write about going to the doctor's, then don't talk about the last time you were ill, instead describe how you used to play Doctors and Nurses with the girl next door. Get the idea? Your post can be in any style you want. Copy this paragraph and tack it onto the end of your post, updating the link to point here, then leave a comment here that points to your new post.
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
Chainbloging: "colour tone and hue"
Chainbloging started over at Dave's and we thank him.
I love black and white photography. It speaks to me in a way that color photography does not. Now, I am not saying that I don't like color photography, just that black and white touches me in a different way. My brain sees a black and white photo differently than it does a color one.
Color photos explode in my face and take my breath away, color photos demand to be looked at, color photos vibrate. Color photos make me take a mental step back as I look at them. When I look at a color photo some of the colors looks as if I touched them my fingers, well, my fingers would sink into photo and then come away dripping that color off the tips.
Black and white photos are different. Black and white photos are soothing, black and white photos draw me in, black and white photos whisper. Black and white photos make me take a mental step closer to examine them carefully. With a black and white photo my brain can see deeper because is not distracted by the colors the way it is with a color photo.
For me, if color photography was music it would be Rock And Roll and black and white photography would be Classical. Neither one better that the other just different.
This is part of a chain of posts linked together by word association. The previous link in the chain was here. If you want to write another link here's what to do: Find a word, phrase or theme from this post to inspire your own and go and write it. It's that simple. Try not to write something that's similar to this post. That way the subject of the posts along the chain will vary. E.g. if I write about going to the doctor's, then don't talk about the last time you were ill, instead describe how you used to play Doctors and Nurses with the girl next door. Get the idea? Your post can be in any style you want. Copy this paragraph and tack it onto the end of your post, updating the link to point here, then leave a comment here that points to your new post.
Update: Link five in this chain is here.
I love black and white photography. It speaks to me in a way that color photography does not. Now, I am not saying that I don't like color photography, just that black and white touches me in a different way. My brain sees a black and white photo differently than it does a color one.
Color photos explode in my face and take my breath away, color photos demand to be looked at, color photos vibrate. Color photos make me take a mental step back as I look at them. When I look at a color photo some of the colors looks as if I touched them my fingers, well, my fingers would sink into photo and then come away dripping that color off the tips.
Black and white photos are different. Black and white photos are soothing, black and white photos draw me in, black and white photos whisper. Black and white photos make me take a mental step closer to examine them carefully. With a black and white photo my brain can see deeper because is not distracted by the colors the way it is with a color photo.
For me, if color photography was music it would be Rock And Roll and black and white photography would be Classical. Neither one better that the other just different.
This is part of a chain of posts linked together by word association. The previous link in the chain was here. If you want to write another link here's what to do: Find a word, phrase or theme from this post to inspire your own and go and write it. It's that simple. Try not to write something that's similar to this post. That way the subject of the posts along the chain will vary. E.g. if I write about going to the doctor's, then don't talk about the last time you were ill, instead describe how you used to play Doctors and Nurses with the girl next door. Get the idea? Your post can be in any style you want. Copy this paragraph and tack it onto the end of your post, updating the link to point here, then leave a comment here that points to your new post.
Update: Link five in this chain is here.
Friday, May 21, 2004
Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
-Carl Sandburg
The town was covered in fog this morning. Joke-What is fog? Answer-A cloud that knows someone. I love walking in fog. I took the dogs out west of town to run, walking in the middle of the dirt road that climbs up the hill there. A wind was blowing the small drops of cloud condensation in my face, making the tiny drops sting as the hit me. I walked up and out of the fog as I climbed the hill. When I got to the top I looked back at the town and could only make out the tree tops peeking through the mist. The clouds spread across the sky above me looked as if a giant wet hand had smoothed the undersides of them, blending them all together in one great smear of grey. The sunlight had been diffused by this mass, causing the underside of the clouds glow.
I turned and watched my dogs as they hunted for the scent of bird or rabbit in the field to my right. Today Kate was in the lead with Emma right on her tail. Whenever Kate stopped to sniff at something Emma would rush up to thrust her nose right at the spot were Kate's nose was holding. Somedays when they hunt Kate lets Emma do all the work. When Emma takes off on a run Kate stands still watching her. She lets Emma run around searching for a scent. When Emma finally stops, because she thinks has found something, Kate races over to see if anything is there. If there is a scent, Kate follows it, if not, she just watches Emma again as she runs off searching for another scent.
I start walking again and pass a field that has had it's wheat crop plowed under. Last Friday night the temperatures dropped below freezing killing any wheat that was at the flowering stage. Last week this field was covered in a thick blanket of green wheat. Today its covered with a brown blanket of dirt that has a swirling pattern of green and yellow lines running through it. The green and yellow lines are dead, uprooted wheat plants. I swear if farmers weren't farmers they would be professional gamblers and living in Las Vegas.
By the time we head back to the truck the dogs look like they have been sprayed with an undercoating of wet dirt. Their legs, chest, belly and butts are covered in mud. When I call they run up to me panting, with big smiles on their faces. They have had a productive morning and I take them home and reward them with breakfast.
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
-Carl Sandburg
The town was covered in fog this morning. Joke-What is fog? Answer-A cloud that knows someone. I love walking in fog. I took the dogs out west of town to run, walking in the middle of the dirt road that climbs up the hill there. A wind was blowing the small drops of cloud condensation in my face, making the tiny drops sting as the hit me. I walked up and out of the fog as I climbed the hill. When I got to the top I looked back at the town and could only make out the tree tops peeking through the mist. The clouds spread across the sky above me looked as if a giant wet hand had smoothed the undersides of them, blending them all together in one great smear of grey. The sunlight had been diffused by this mass, causing the underside of the clouds glow.
I turned and watched my dogs as they hunted for the scent of bird or rabbit in the field to my right. Today Kate was in the lead with Emma right on her tail. Whenever Kate stopped to sniff at something Emma would rush up to thrust her nose right at the spot were Kate's nose was holding. Somedays when they hunt Kate lets Emma do all the work. When Emma takes off on a run Kate stands still watching her. She lets Emma run around searching for a scent. When Emma finally stops, because she thinks has found something, Kate races over to see if anything is there. If there is a scent, Kate follows it, if not, she just watches Emma again as she runs off searching for another scent.
I start walking again and pass a field that has had it's wheat crop plowed under. Last Friday night the temperatures dropped below freezing killing any wheat that was at the flowering stage. Last week this field was covered in a thick blanket of green wheat. Today its covered with a brown blanket of dirt that has a swirling pattern of green and yellow lines running through it. The green and yellow lines are dead, uprooted wheat plants. I swear if farmers weren't farmers they would be professional gamblers and living in Las Vegas.
By the time we head back to the truck the dogs look like they have been sprayed with an undercoating of wet dirt. Their legs, chest, belly and butts are covered in mud. When I call they run up to me panting, with big smiles on their faces. They have had a productive morning and I take them home and reward them with breakfast.
Thursday, May 20, 2004
Sleep
Oh sleep! It is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole.
-Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I reached for sleep and drew it round me like a blanket muffling pain and thought together in the merciful dark.
-Mary Stewart
[Sleep is] the golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.
-Thomas Dekker
There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.
-Homer
Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons. It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.
-Walt Whitman
...our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
-William Shakespeare
Life is something to do when you can't get to sleep.
-Fran Lebowitz
Beloved from pole to pole.
-Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I reached for sleep and drew it round me like a blanket muffling pain and thought together in the merciful dark.
-Mary Stewart
[Sleep is] the golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.
-Thomas Dekker
There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.
-Homer
Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons. It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.
-Walt Whitman
...our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
-William Shakespeare
Life is something to do when you can't get to sleep.
-Fran Lebowitz
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
To Sleep: Perchance To Dream
To sleep: perchance to sleep.
-Me
Finally. Finally. Finally. Today I took the Continuous Passive Resistance machine back to Apria. Since the day I brought it home I have not had one restful night. I have been operating sleep deprived for about four weeks.
My husband sleeps better when I am lying beside him-which is great because I feel the same way. So, for 28 nights I have been sharing a bed with him and that damn machine. The thing took up one-quarter of the bed and made this low noise when it was on. A kind of noise that would wake me up at least four times a night because it was the same sound the refrigerator started making just before we replaced it. Add to that my husband's snoring-something he does when he sleeps on his back. Add his need to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night; which I normally sleep through but since he had to untangle himself from the machine, the bedsheets, the blanket, and then scoot himself down to the end of the bed to get out of it, his leaving would wake me up. So, I've been walking around in a kind of zombie state for the last two weeks. My mind is operating on a two seconds delay in processing information.
My husband is almost as glad as me to see that machine go. The last week of lying with his leg in that machine was torure for him. He is not a back sleeper so being forced to lie in that postion for eight hours was almost unbearable for him. But he did it because he knew it would help his knee heal faster.
We are both looking forward to tonight. Tonight we get to sleep in a bed that now looks five times larger without that machine in it. A bed in which we both can stretch out. A bed in which we can both get a good night's sleep.
-Me
Finally. Finally. Finally. Today I took the Continuous Passive Resistance machine back to Apria. Since the day I brought it home I have not had one restful night. I have been operating sleep deprived for about four weeks.
My husband sleeps better when I am lying beside him-which is great because I feel the same way. So, for 28 nights I have been sharing a bed with him and that damn machine. The thing took up one-quarter of the bed and made this low noise when it was on. A kind of noise that would wake me up at least four times a night because it was the same sound the refrigerator started making just before we replaced it. Add to that my husband's snoring-something he does when he sleeps on his back. Add his need to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night; which I normally sleep through but since he had to untangle himself from the machine, the bedsheets, the blanket, and then scoot himself down to the end of the bed to get out of it, his leaving would wake me up. So, I've been walking around in a kind of zombie state for the last two weeks. My mind is operating on a two seconds delay in processing information.
My husband is almost as glad as me to see that machine go. The last week of lying with his leg in that machine was torure for him. He is not a back sleeper so being forced to lie in that postion for eight hours was almost unbearable for him. But he did it because he knew it would help his knee heal faster.
We are both looking forward to tonight. Tonight we get to sleep in a bed that now looks five times larger without that machine in it. A bed in which we both can stretch out. A bed in which we can both get a good night's sleep.
Saturday, May 15, 2004
WAR
It is well that war is so terrible, or we should grow too fond of it.
-Robert E. Lee
Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.
-Carl Sandburg
You can no more win a war than you can win an earthquake.
-Jeannette Rankin
War is much too serious a matter to be entrusted to the military.
-Georges Clemenceau
Wars teach us not to love our enemies, but to hate our allies.
-W. L. George
Politics is war without bloodshed while war is politics with bloodshed.
-Mao Tse-Tung
Take the diplomacy out of war and the thing would fall flat in a week.
-Will Rogers
War may sometimes be a necessary evil. But no matter how necessary, it is always an evil, never a good. We will not learn how to live together in peace by killing each other's children.
-Jimmy Carter
War is not the answer.
-Marvin Gaye (What's Going On?)
-Robert E. Lee
Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.
-Carl Sandburg
You can no more win a war than you can win an earthquake.
-Jeannette Rankin
War is much too serious a matter to be entrusted to the military.
-Georges Clemenceau
Wars teach us not to love our enemies, but to hate our allies.
-W. L. George
Politics is war without bloodshed while war is politics with bloodshed.
-Mao Tse-Tung
Take the diplomacy out of war and the thing would fall flat in a week.
-Will Rogers
War may sometimes be a necessary evil. But no matter how necessary, it is always an evil, never a good. We will not learn how to live together in peace by killing each other's children.
-Jimmy Carter
War is not the answer.
-Marvin Gaye (What's Going On?)
Thursday, May 13, 2004
This Is Broken
What we have here is failure to communicate.
-Strother Martin in Cool Hand Luke
Found an amusing website called This is Broken. People send in examples of places, things, and websites that have had a serious break down in communication. My two favorite so far are this sign and this audio clip.
-Strother Martin in Cool Hand Luke
Found an amusing website called This is Broken. People send in examples of places, things, and websites that have had a serious break down in communication. My two favorite so far are this sign and this audio clip.
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