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Jul. 22nd, 2008

Delicious water!

It's been 100-plus, temps-wise, here for at least 4 days. Actually, at 10 p.m., it's still...

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Dec. 9th, 2007

Waiting to say goodbye

I'm not normally a superstitious person. I've broken many a mirror, stepped on cracks, followed a black cat. Last Monday morning,  I left on my way to work and heard a strange wheezing sound from our front yard. Tucked under our monkey grass border was our neighbor's shih tzu, Cookie. I instantly knew that Cookie was dying. And as my husband carried her over to our neighbor's house and knocked on the door, I sadly looked at her lolling tongue, dirty, foamy mouth and the labored rise and fall of her chest. It wouldn't be long for Cookie.

I went on to work with a heavy heart. As I creeped into my office later than usual, I noticed that the rosemary bush on my desk—an impromptu Christmas tree—that had been green and bushy on Friday was now thoroughly wilted. And not just wilted, but black. Another rosemary we had bought at the same time was on our mantel at home and showed no signs of a similar descent. I sighed and slipped the dead, dreary plant under my desk, out of sight.

When I arrived back home in the evening, there was no sign of Cookie, so I assumed the worst. (And our neighbors still haven't mentioned Cookie's demise.) About an hour later, my cell phone rang. My mom told me that my grandma, my MawMaw, had just had a massive heart attack. Is it true that things happen in threes?

Now almost a week later, my MawMaw lies unresponsive in a coma in a hospital in South Texas. The prognosis, which started out as possibly hopeful on Monday night, is now without hope; she retains involuntary functions such as breathing and heartbeat, but there is no sign of higher brain function. And yet, while the body still lives, there is little to be done, except in the slow, painful choices of passive euthanasia. Remove the ventilator. Stop the medications. And then wait.

And wait. And wait.

Nov. 19th, 2007

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Lots of changes going down at work--two editors (head and music) are being replaced within the next couple of months. I'm somewhat nervous about what may happen under a new regime.

I need to figure out how to get my iPod hooked up to my car. Effin' Subaru, they give ya no aux input, nor do they make it easy to switch to a new deck. I priced a new stereo with iPod input at CarToys. $242. Nice.

In the meantime, I'm burning myself mix CDs like it's 1999. Speaking of, here's one I'm working on for a friend. Not sure that I have the sequence I want yet, but I'm working on a poppy mix that's good times in the car.

So far:

Brandy (You're a Fine Girl)/Looking Glass
The Way I Am/Ingrid Michaelson
Black Mirror/Arcade Fire
Way Over Yonder in the Minor Key/Billy Bragg & Wilco
Art Bitch/CSS
Season of the Witch/Donovan
Zak and Sara/Ben Folds
Dress Sexy at My Funeral/Smog
Let the Poison Spill From Your Throat/The Faint
OneTwoThree/Sam Winch
You Got Yr. Cherry Bomb/Spoon
Honeybear/Yeah Yeah Yeahs
You Are What You Love/Jenny Lewis & the Watson Twins
Sea Legs/The Shins
Keep the Customer Satisfied/Simon & Garfunkel
Don't Stop Me Now/Queen

Nov. 11th, 2007

34 weeks

Live journal was glad to let me know that I had not posted for 34 weeks. So, to those waiting with bated breath, here ya go.

I'm spending the last evening of a four-day weekend attempting to catch up on my various Internet "tasks." I visited MySpace, where I had to deny a couple of bands' user requests and delete a comment that seemed to be phishing for password info. I also sent a "sorry" to an event invitation that I had missed.

I checked in on Facebook, where I denied two requests to join "Catbook," ignored multiple requests to add additional widgets/apps to my profile, and completed a Princess Bride quiz, on which I missed one question. Damn.

I then signed up for Twitter, since I keep hearing about it.

Following that, I skipped on over to Bloglines, to catch up on the 3,688 blog posts I needed to read. I skimmed the boingboing entries, the Unfair Park posts, the exchristian.net Anthony Flew posts, and deleted my subscription to TreeHugger since I'm apparently never going to read it. I really wanted to look at slashdot and techdirt, but alas, they had more than 100 posts accumulated. Each. I wiped the slate clean.

"If you erase the debt record, we all go back to zero," said Tyler Durden in Fight Club. Sometimes I feel that my technology is taking over my time; TiVo records hours of "Suggestions" for me, and it seems that every week there's a new networking site or microblogging black hole that someone wants me to join.

So I encourage you to take a moment, look at your RSS reader, your TiVo Suggestions, or whatever else is clogging your inbox and your life, and consider setting yourself back to zero. It's a good way to start the week.

Mar. 13th, 2007

Another side project...

In case anyone's interested, I'm justifying my thrift-store habit by selling off some of my better finds. (And prices are negotiable, 'specially for friends.) The blog's a work in progress and I'm still adding info on the items. But this'll give you a rough idea:


I do requests, too--that is, if you're looking for a particular clothing item, I'll see what I can do to score it for you.

Mar. 8th, 2007

It's a good month for books

Not trying to brag, I'm just very excited about my book finds lately. Me & D have been dutifully scouring the local used book emporia for the past six months or so for books to re-sell on Amazon.

Sometimes you buy a book that you think is a winner and it sits on your shelf for weeks until you give up and put in the box to go to Half-Price. Other times, you pick up something that seems relatively innocuous and it sells almost as soon as you can list it. Before last week, the biggest score was a 79-cent paperback copy of "Fast Times at Ridgemont High" that sold overnight for $26 (now, the cheapest copy on Amazon is $57).

Then last week I pulled three books on a weekday afternoon at a local store:

1) My cost: 49 cents. An innocuous-looking paperback book on architecture. No copies were available on Amazon. I listed it for $95 and it sold within the hour.

2) My cost: $2. A slipcased reproduction of the manuscript of Winnie the Pooh. I haven't sold it yet, but it's selling on other sites for $50+.

3) My cost: $2. A plain-looking hardbound book about Robert E. Lee. The cheapest complete copy of this edition of the book (1886) I've seen is about $200. Though I also found it on a rare book Web site for $750. I'm trying to decide what to do with this book.

And today a hardback about banking in Texas that we listed a few weeks ago sold for $80.

It's a good month for books.

Feb. 20th, 2007

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Why is it that we can bounce cell phone conversations off a miles-long chain of towers and yet they haven't devised a good drive-thru speaker system?


Been having lots of religious discussion lately with an ex-roommate/ACU alum. Once you get past that awkward uh-I-don't-really-uh-believe-that-anymore conversation, things get pretty interesting. I find the evolution/devolution of "faith" to be fascinating. What causes one person to cling to Christianity for a lifetime and another person, raised in the same tradition, to reject it?

I hesitate to say it's because of a tragedy, a miracle or some other life-changing event. Rather, I think for those who leave the church, that decision was a long time coming: a slow erosion of belief, faith, trust in God or the infallibility of the Pope or the Bible, or whatever their particular denomination teaches.

Feb. 16th, 2007

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So this week I had my five-year anniversary at the Observer. I remember that on my second day of work (February 14, 2002) I wore a "Boycott V-Day" shirt and everyone looked at me strangely.

I wasn't sure that anyone would remember, but Village Voice (our corporate master) sent me a card that said, "Thanks for your five years of dedication to the Denver Westword." OK, well, at least they both start with "D." But the $250 gift card disposed me toward forgiving them.


Today, I rode on the elevator with a very tall man. When he got off one floor below mine, I noticed that his hoodie still had the security tag affixed to it. Did he stop and do some shoplifting on the way to work?

Feb. 14th, 2007

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Whether you celebrate Valentine's Day or not, I challenge you today to Google some crush you had back in high school or junior high or summer camp. It has to be someone you haven't had any contact with for at least five years. I couldn't find most of the people I thought of, but I did find one guy, who was on a rival drama squad in high school. He's now in a sketch comedy troupe in L.A. How little things change, huh?

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