Thursday, August 31, 2006


While driving home the other night, I saw a road sign proclaiming simply "Purple Heart Trail". I looked around; there's no obvious trail in sight. No explanation. Just a sign. Which kind of bugged me, because isn't the point of a sign to inform or educate? I mean I know what a Purple Heart is, but what the heck is the trail about?
So I finally looked it up on Google and I found out that The Purple Heart Trail is a nationwide effort at commemorating men and women who have died in combat while serving in the armed forces.
Nice sentiment. I guess. But it still seems useless to me. A person could drive from Mt. Vernon to California on the Purple Heart Trail and never learn the first thing about any of the people killed or any of the wars in which they served. It's a road. It's a trail. It's signage.

Monday, August 28, 2006

Tom Cruise

I absolutely hate Tom Cruise. Have for years. I can't even stand to look at a photo of him. It was a great day of celebrity news reporting recently when I read that Paramount had booted his contract, whatever the reasons. He isn't particularly good looking. He isn't particularly talented. Tom Cruise, ahem Mapother, is a cheesy bland brand of celebrity. He's absolutely one-dimensional. I hope he sinks to the bottom.
The best thing Tom Cruise could do for himself at this point is admit his homosexuality and just live a normal life being true to himself instead of trying to throw his weight around by PR'img himself to death with stupid transparent marriages and pregnancies, the same photos of him in his same ol' stupid two-inches-too-long sleeved leather jackets in various colors, the stupid high-octane publicity stunts, the same stupid interviews in which he condescends to the public on all manner of issues of which he's not an expert.
I just HATE him.
There are SO many hugely talented people in Hollywood that need a good role; let's give them a chance, shall we?

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Hikaru Dorodango

I can't tolerate bric-a-brac. Maybe I developed this attitude from growing up in a family of pack rat antique dealers, or maybe it's because as a pet owner, I can't own anything breakable and expect it to stick around long. As it is, too much stuff makes me edgy.

To ward off "home decor" wedding gifts, I insisted on Home Depot gift cards instead. It worked; I only recieved one scalloped candy dish, which I will never ever use and which now sits in the back of a cupboard.
But today I discovered what might just compel me to hang a shelf lined with useless objects:

Hikaru Dorodango

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Bad Parenting

So I was changing out the laundry the other day like I've done thousands of times before. I pushed the dryer button after loading the wet clothes and my dryer started bucking as if a bowling ball was inside. I let it go for about a minute and then opened the door only to see my youngest cat shoot out.
I've owned cats all my adult life and never imagined I could let something like that happen. Thank god he wasn't a kitten.
He actually seemed to enjoy the ride. For the next 20 minutes he continued racing around the house, highly excited.
My cat:

Monday, August 21, 2006


It's always sad when a group of friends gradually disband. My husband and I have attended an annual party for three years now; actually he has been going for seven.
The first year I was invited, we hung with a large group of my husband's friends and aquaintances. We set up a small central camp, built a bonfire and spent all day and night eating, laughing, playing volleyball and drinking ourselves silly. The next year was much the same with the same tight group.

This year however, only five of these folks made an appearance and never really seemed to unite. It changed the whole tone of the party. While the setting is unparalled (riverside, woods, gardens, music, camping, interesting people), it seems that what made this such an enjoyable event in the past was simply the company.

The reasons for the diminishing numbers are probably many; a break-up that formed alliances, a competing event that weekend, a change of job or residence etc..., but
I still found it kind of sad.

Friday, August 11, 2006

Hidden potential

Ever have a dream in which you're reading something and you think to yourself, 'Dang, that's clever. I wish I could come up with something like that', and then you wake up and think to yourself, 'Wait a minute....'?

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Heat Wave

This heat wave has gotten me thinking of my dismal year living in Tucson. I lived in an old railroad apartment complex down on 4th and was told my apartment was cooled with a swamp cooler. I had no idea what this was and assumed that when I hit the switch and heard a hum, that it was working as it was supposed to. Night after night, I would sit at my kitchen table, dripping and wilting in the oppressive heat. I'd soak my sheets in water before going to bed to stay cool and wake up with them bone dry.

I soon found out that the only thing my swamp cooler was good for was breeding mosquitos. I'd lay under the wet sheets with only my face exposed, and wake up each morning looking asian. I even bought a mandarin style dress for the days when I appeared particularly Chinese. I don't think any of my co-workers got the joke.

Friday, August 04, 2006


My husband is leaving tonight with a friend to Chicago for a few days. I'm totally cool with it and hopes he has a blast, but I already miss him.
Like I told him earlier, I'd rather miss him than not.
Sigh, I never thought I'd say the words, but I love being married.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Conquering the world

When I was a kid I was convinced that twist-ties were a magical puzzle that defied logic. When I wanted to make a sandwich I had to factor in an indeterminate amount of time to get the bread bag open because, well, twist-ties were wily unpredictable little buggers. They might let you in on your first try or mess with your head and keep changing directions.

At some point, I got it. I don't remember any big moment when it became clear, but they don't stand in my way of making lunch now.

Today I finally conquered another magical logic-defying foe. The box-cutter. While changing the blade, I found that sometimes it would fit perfectly into its slot on the first try and other times it seemed to have this extra 1/10th of an inch that rode up on the side of the blade slot. Like with the twist ties, I'd just keep trying and trying until it would inexplicably fit.

I got it.


Lately I've been feeling the need to get centered. I'm running rings around the outside of myself. I'm pretty sure one thing that's going to have to go, at least for a while, is the computer. It's ridiculous, this magnetic pull to waste time.
Never have I had so much potential to create at my fingertips and done so little with it.
I'm thinking about trying to meditate again. I used to make myself spend about 15-20 minutes each morning with meditation, but it was an antsy enterprise. I think it was helpful though.
And I can't just turn to books. They're my other crack. I still get nothing done, but at least I can say I read a book.
No, it's gotta be something hands-on. And the handle of a beer mug doesn't count.

This little video is oddly inspiring (click on the baby):