In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning.
--F. Scott Fitzgerald
Maybe it's because I spent Thanksgiving Day alone. Or maybe it's because I talked to my brother and two of my sisters over Thanksgiving and felt how much I miss them. Or maybe it's because I watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade for the first time in I don't know how many years. Or maybe it's because one of my sister's lives so far way. Or maybe it's because we bought a Christmas tree yesterday. Or maybe it's because of what happened to my brother-in-law's family. Or maybe it's because Christmas is coming. I don't know.
I do know that I am homesick. I want to move back to Denver. I miss it.
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Friday, November 26, 2004
Meme Time
Stolen from Queen Of Cups:
(A) First, recommend to me:
1. a movie
2. a book
3. a musical artist, song, or album
(B) I want everyone who reads this to ask me three questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want.
(C) Then I want you to go to your blog/journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends to ask you anything & say that you stole it from me.
(A) First, recommend to me:
1. a movie
2. a book
3. a musical artist, song, or album
(B) I want everyone who reads this to ask me three questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want.
(C) Then I want you to go to your blog/journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends to ask you anything & say that you stole it from me.
Thursday, November 25, 2004
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
The Coca-Cola Test
One of the joys of childhood is knowing you can stay home when you are sick. I remember that sometimes sickness came on fast. I would go to bed feeling fine and the next morning wake up ill. Some mornings I would wake up not really sick just feeling icky enough to not want to go to school. Then there were days when I would wake up not sure if I was sick or if I just didn't want to go to school. I was never sure which it was but my mother always knew. She also knew when I was faking illness to get out of going to school that day.
Whenever I woke up and told her I didn't feel well enough to go to school she would sit on my bed and put a hand on my forehead to see if I had a fever. If I did I was kept home. If I didn't she knew this didn't necessarily mean I wasn't ill since I could be at the just-getting-sick-stage and not have a fever yet. The only way to tell was by giving me the Coca-Cola test.
It was a long time before I figured out the Coca-Cola test. I just thought my mother was like "the great and powerful Oz," from The Wonderfu Wizard Of Oz. The Coca-Cola test was simple, so simple I didn't even realize I was being tested. My mother would ask, in a very sympathetic voice, "Do you think a Coca-Cola would make you feel better?"
If I answered no, I stayed home. If I answered yes, in a half-hour I was on my way to school. What I did not realize but my mother did, is that I never want Coca-Cola when I am sick. What I want is Ginger-ale or Seven-Up.
I have been feeling icky for the past three or four day but not sure if I was coming down with something. Yesterday I craved a nice ice-cold can of Coca-Cola but when I had it in my hand I realized I didn't really want it. What I did want was a Ginger-ale.
I think I'm sick.
Whenever I woke up and told her I didn't feel well enough to go to school she would sit on my bed and put a hand on my forehead to see if I had a fever. If I did I was kept home. If I didn't she knew this didn't necessarily mean I wasn't ill since I could be at the just-getting-sick-stage and not have a fever yet. The only way to tell was by giving me the Coca-Cola test.
It was a long time before I figured out the Coca-Cola test. I just thought my mother was like "the great and powerful Oz," from The Wonderfu Wizard Of Oz. The Coca-Cola test was simple, so simple I didn't even realize I was being tested. My mother would ask, in a very sympathetic voice, "Do you think a Coca-Cola would make you feel better?"
If I answered no, I stayed home. If I answered yes, in a half-hour I was on my way to school. What I did not realize but my mother did, is that I never want Coca-Cola when I am sick. What I want is Ginger-ale or Seven-Up.
I have been feeling icky for the past three or four day but not sure if I was coming down with something. Yesterday I craved a nice ice-cold can of Coca-Cola but when I had it in my hand I realized I didn't really want it. What I did want was a Ginger-ale.
I think I'm sick.
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Camera Obscura
-A darkened enclosure where light passes through a lens pinhole and an upside-down image is seen on the opposite surface.
The Morning News has a gallery of photos from Abelardo Morell's book, Camera Obscura. Morell created these pictures by first blacking out the windows in several rooms and then putting a pinprick size hole in the covering. He then photographed the rooms and the upside down images of the outside world projected onto the walls. The photos he created are both eerie and beautiful.
The Morning News has a gallery of photos from Abelardo Morell's book, Camera Obscura. Morell created these pictures by first blacking out the windows in several rooms and then putting a pinprick size hole in the covering. He then photographed the rooms and the upside down images of the outside world projected onto the walls. The photos he created are both eerie and beautiful.
Monday, November 22, 2004
Kill The Messenger
Via Easy Bake Coven I found Kevin Sites's blog. Sites is the photographer who took the video of a Marine killing an unarmed Iraqi. Here, in an open letter to the Marines in the 3rd Battalion, 1st Regiment, Sites explains why he did not destroy the tape.
Whatta You Got For A Hungry Man?
Yesterday my husband took the dogs bird hunting then came home and had a late lunch of cold pheasant, cranberry sauce, and green beans. At 6:00PM I walked into the kitchen and found him popping corn on the stove. On the counter sat a shotglass filled with a clear liquid and next to it an open pint of peppermint schnapps. I was surprised by the schnapps because he is not a big drinker.
"Is that what you're eating for dinner, popcorn and peppermint schnapps?"
He nodded and said,"I bet no one else in the whole world is having the same dinner."
I think that was a safe bet.
"Is that what you're eating for dinner, popcorn and peppermint schnapps?"
He nodded and said,"I bet no one else in the whole world is having the same dinner."
I think that was a safe bet.
Friday, November 19, 2004
Stamp Art
Nine of the ten basic cloud genera are pictured on this stamp pane and arranged according to altitude. The prefixes "cirro" and "alto" distinguish high- and middle- altitude clouds, respectively. Nimbostratus, a dark, featureless cloud marked by falling rain or snow, is not shown.
-United States Postal Service
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Drifting Along With The Tumbling Tumbleweeds
See them tumbling down
Pledging their love to the ground
Lonely but free I'll be found
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.
-The Sons Of The Pioneers
Woke up to a cloudy, dreary, rainy day this morning. Just the kind of day to curl up on the couch with a good book and ignore the rest of the world. And, since I don't want to leave you without anything to read, I direct you to this story in today's Denver Post; Tumbleweeds may soak up toxics. Who would have thought tumbleweeds could be useful.
Pledging their love to the ground
Lonely but free I'll be found
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.
-The Sons Of The Pioneers
Woke up to a cloudy, dreary, rainy day this morning. Just the kind of day to curl up on the couch with a good book and ignore the rest of the world. And, since I don't want to leave you without anything to read, I direct you to this story in today's Denver Post; Tumbleweeds may soak up toxics. Who would have thought tumbleweeds could be useful.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)