November 11, 2010
Don't tell Google, but I'm seeing someone else.
March 09, 2010
Ten Things I Used To Want To Do
10. Win an Oscar.
9. Have kids.
8. Buy a sewing machine.
6. Not go gray.
5. Get a tattoo on my hip.
4. Live in California.
3. Sing well.
2. Be liked by everyone.
1. Learn to make lists.
February 07, 2010
Bring Out Your Dead
I rescued this blog. From what I'm not sure. It disappeared. I did not.
I've lost some images, but thanks to blogger/google, not the words. Because knowing what I thought at 28 is important. "The end is where we start from," after all.
So, here I am, a different person. But the same. It's really amazing how that happens. I hope it continues like this.
March 20, 2009
when the world is mud- luscious
Spring fever's on my mind.
It's all rebirth and daylight and new. I feel a phoenix coming on...
October 28, 2008
"Not that I condone fascism, or any -ism for that matter. -Ism's in my opinion are not good."
The residents of Alaska pay no sales or income tax. Thanks to taxes on Big Oil, each man, woman, and child gets an annual four-figure check from the government of Alaska ($3,269 this year) even if they don't work a day in their life.
One might even say that Alaska is the most socialist state in the Union.
September 29, 2008
Looks Like Someone Got Into the Manischewitz Again
Walking to Sunday lunch near 14th and Kenyon...
Glenn: Does that sign say Lost Rabbi?
Me: [checking out letter-sized photocopy taped to utility pole and blowing in the wind] No, honey. It says Lost Rabbit.
September 24, 2008
Screw You Guys, I'm Going Home
Remember that kid who would always whine "TIME OUT!" when he was down a few points?
September 19, 2008
I'm in the Middle!
This Wednesday, I shared a new discovery in the Scandinavian indiepop vein with my friends, Marching Band.
Today, Brian sent me this link, saying "you beat NPR!"
"But not the CW," I responded.
And when I think about my life, it pretty much is halfway between the two.
September 05, 2008
See You Later, Decorator
I caught the premiere of season deaux of Top Design last night. I have no idea why I like that show. It's not really that good. If I had to come up with a reason though, it would be what I saw at the end of the episode when they ran a "this season on Top Design" teaser. The montage of Kelley Wearstler's hair-dos was enough to keep me coming back.
August 29, 2008
Does Palin <3 Geddes Too?!?
"It sounds like a Harriet Miers decision. Let's find a woman, whether she's experienced or not."
-Joe Scarborough on MSNBC
July 23, 2008
Wherein Our Hero Realizes He's a Yuppie
Me: I'll have a grande ice coffee please.
Her: You mean a medium, right, Chris?
Me (realizing I'm at Caribou and not Starbucks): Oh. Yeah.
Her: I'll let it slide this time.
Me: Sorry. I must not be awake yet.
Her: I don't mind you cheating. Just don't rub it in.
July 15, 2008
June 24, 2008
I am a philanthropic misanthrope.
It's not that I hate humanity. The inner core of me is truly bright and full of hope. My sarcastic outer layer is mostly posturing and the result of my intuition needing an outlet.
When I first saw the cute young soldier at the Salt Lake City airport in his camo (have you noticed the new pattern? it looks digital, sort of pixelated--not like olive and beige amoeba), my thoughts were a bit more lascivious than I'd like to admit. But then something happened that really made me feel good about the world.
I was waiting for my flight home (through Dallas-Fort Worth) and watching CNN near the gate's counter. The flight was a bit delayed so the area was crowded with people who were not in the best mood. I was semi-eavesdropping the conversations at the counter. Mostly people on standby or worried about making their connecting flights. Then a thin blonde woman who spoke softly so I had to strain to hear was trying to do something with the gate agent. I didn't understand. She said something like "I saw him over in 22 but he's on this flight" (we were at Gate 21).
The gate agent was (to be polite) not that bright. He was almost robotic as he asked her questions. The woman seemed a bit frustrated. Not obnoxiously so, more like she didn't want a production for what should be simple. It turns out the woman was flying first class and wanted to give her seat to the soldier. The agent motioned for him to come over, and she looked somewhat embarrassed to have to face him. The agent explained what was going on and asked to see his ticket. Sheepishly, she said to the solder, "You should fly first class. I get to do it all the time for work. It's definitely more fun, and you deserve it."
The agent was doing whatever it is those people do at those ancient computers. He asked her what she wanted to do with the frequent flier miles, which, of course, she didn't care about--she just wanted to do something nice for a stranger as close to anonymously as possible. New boarding passes were printed and exchanged. The soldier thanked the woman. She said to him "I have a soldier over there myself" and went back into the crowd of people waiting for the plane to board.
I'm not ashamed to admit I almost cried. Not because it was a grand gesture. It was precisely the small comfort she wanted to share that made it so amazing. When I lose my faith in people, I will remember that.
Sometimes, being the jaded jackass that I am, I can lose sight of the idea that supporting our troops isn't just code for supporting their errant commander-in-chief. I am truly grateful for the sacrifice those men and women have made for their country. I give them my utmost respect. I don't have to like this war to do so.
I wanted to thank her but didn't. Maybe it would have made it about her when she didn't want it to be. Maybe it would have made it about me too, which it wasn't.
What she did for him, though, she did for me. I've never flown first class. Maybe someday I will. But, as I made my way to the back of the plane, seeing him smiling in that seat did more for me than a few more inches of legroom ever could. Weeks later that act still buoys me.
I have to believe that we're here for a reason. And the best reason I can come up with is to take care of each other. It's the earnest part of me that will never die. Thankfully.
May 09, 2008
Magically Moving Goalposts
Some have called Hillary's insistence to stay in the Democratic primaries "post-rational. "
I tend to agree.
And I hate to admit that there's a very cynical part of me that wonders how long until someone talks about what the "framers" intended for our country and invokes the three-fifths compromise.
April 29, 2008
I Know, Right?
Glenn and I have a new favorite phrase. It's actually not that new, but we encountered it on the street the other day and have been saying it to each other ever since.
We were walking down 14th Street behind these three girls. Spring having sprung, the neighborhood was buzzing with people. And, spring having sprung, people were giving each other the once over all over the place.
The three girls in front of us caught the eye of a guy on the corner who blurted out to his buddies, "Damn!" Actually it was more like "Daahyum." Anyway, each of the three had a different reaction. The first one sort of giggled and looked down at the ground. The one on the end sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. (Okay, she was walking in front of me, so I can't be sure that she rolled her eyes, but I roll my own eyes enough times a day that I can sense when someone else is doing it. Other things I sense shall remain unnamed.)
The one in the middle, though, just kept walking and casually said "I know, right?" It was delivered perfectly. Cocky, but not arrogant. Joking, but not like she didn't believe it either. She put it out there and kept walking. With Glenn and I in hysterics behind her.
April 25, 2008
They Leave Suspicious Things in the Sink
There are days when your iPod is on shuffle and you're on the bus wishing you'd slept just another 10 minutes and the song changes and you're back in your dorm room listening to a mixtape from your ex-girlfriend whose kisses tasted like cigarettes and diet coke and you wonder where she'll be fifteen years from then, which is now, and you're not quite sure what will become of anything (then or now) but it's so much better now because you know that things have a way of working themselves out.