November 30, 2009
But I'm not going to let that matter anymore. I think I'm going to put myself out there and see what comes of it. It's been said that your dreams can never really come true until you write them down. From here on out I'm going to write what I want to write. I'm not going to censor myself but I'm not going to write anything that I can't say to someones face. People have really appreciated some of my more honest and open posts. I'm not going to get revolutionary or say crazy things or write something heart stopping tomorrow. I'm just going to let myself feel free. I need to feel unfettered somewhere. Why not here? A place of my own making? Well, here I go.
November 29, 2009
Our seats were in the second to last row of the mezzanine but it was a small space for a Broadway show and we could see everything. The set was fantastic- it was an English estate kitchen with a real slate floor and beautiful set decoration. The show started off quiely and that's okay. I appreciate a good slow burn. But then Sienna Miller showed up on stage as the titular Miss Julie. I was a little skeptical of her before the show. Her experience is almost totally in film and not a lot of film actors can make the shift to stage acting very well. It's a totally different acting skill than film. An actor can be brilliant in film but suck on the stage. I wouldn't say Sienna Miller is brilliant in film but she proved my point today. There was absolutely no subtlety to her role. She was at the same level of eleven the whole time. And it really upset me. That left very little for her two costars to work with. Jonny Lee Miller was working so hard to connect with her and it looked like he was trying to act with a cardboard cutout. She was just terrible. No motivation anywhere. I wanted to hit her with a rock to get her to convey anything other than hautiness. It left a lot of frustrating questions to be answered.
Luckily there was a question and answer session after the show and we got to stay for it!! Whenever we get a q and a session I always wait too long to ask my question. This time I wasn't going to let that happen to me. So, as soon as the opportunity came, I shot my hand in the air like a jack-ass. Sienna Miller and the other actor, Marin Ireland, came out at first. So I addressed my question to them, "What about this play do you find relevant to today's audience?" You thought I was going to ask Ms. Miller if she knows what it means to act, didn't you? Well, I'm not that mean. I wanted to see what message the actors and directors wanted to convey to the people of 2009 America. Give the play a frame. Unfortunately, I got a non-answer. Both women stuttered around and mentioned the fact that the play took place during tremendous political upheaval, an upheaval some would say we're going through now. Then they wanted to know what I thought. I was offered the microphone to respond and I was like, "I didn't know if you were going for a political angle or a sexual angle." In the middle of my sentence out came JLM and he listened attentively to the last of my statement (sigh) and then listened to the moderator's better answer about how class is still an issue today and simply said, "Cruelty is timeless." He made me wish I waited for him to ask my question.
I kicked myself for the terrible exchange but Mike assured me I asked a good question just simply got a bad answer. Then we were subjected to terrible questions from old women like, "I don't know what happened- did you kill yourself at the end?" Miss Julie walked off stage holding a razor to her neck. What do you think? And that woman wasn't even the only one who didn't understand that. I think that's a testament to Ms. Miller's unfocused performance. Anyway, it was painful and I wished I thought of something better to ask.
I'm critical. I'm sure plenty of people liked the show but I looked up the Times review of the play while writing this post and the critic pretty much said everything I said here but better written. Seeing shows like that make me want to direct or act again. If I watch plays so critically I should be able to perform them with the same specificity. That's what is missing from shows that I don't like. Specificity. So get on it Sienna Miller!
November 28, 2009
One day a few months ago the wind was just terrible and it was knocking the tallest bush up against the brick steps. I thought it was the end of the roses since the temperature was starting to drop significantly and it was starting to get frosty but there was one beautiful bloom left. I decided to save it and I cut it off the branch with my car key. I took it up to the apartment and put it in some water. The rose opened up within a few hours and was so fragrant that its scent filled the room. I felt a little bad about taking the rose because I would be really upset if people took the communal roses but I figured no one would enjoy it if the wind killed it.
Well the frost still hasn't come yet and the bushes are still producing blooms. And this morning there was another terrible wind. And there was one lovely bloom left. And I took it. And I hope it enlivens my friend's apartment like it enlivened mine. But for some reason I don't feel any guilt. I guess I feel that I'm doing my part to prune. But seriously, I can't keep doing this.
November 27, 2009
If I remember correctly, and I'm going to go with that I am, my mother was involved in something that either none of us were interested in participating with her or we couldn't participate even if we wanted to. So instead, my dad took us driving around. I'm very confident this was in Florida because that was the only place we ever spent time in that had tons of sand and a plethora of trailer parks. We meandered down some unmarked roads out of boredom and came upon this one decrepit trailer park. There were broken down trailers everywhere and it appeared it was empty. We were convinced it was an abandoned park until a clown came out from behind one of the trailers, in full costume and make-up. He made a bee-line for our car. My dad put that car in reverse so fast we couldn't even tell if he was deranged or just drunk. I don't remember being scared. I remember laughing my ass off because the whole thing was so surreal.
Somehow this memory came rushing back to me today. Now I'm trying to figure out if it was real or I dreamt it. That's the stuff nightmares are made of. Like, for reals. If only I could get someone to remember it with me, then we could figure out what really happened and what I changed with the passage of time. I wonder if I have other memories like that.
November 26, 2009
I buy myself flowers to celebrate big occasions. Going out to dinner can be pricey and you can only enjoy the meal right for a moment with a few people. Clothing is a great treat because you can be reminded of your accomplishment but it's a private celebration. There's something wonderful and fresh about flowers. It brightens everyone's day and brings a smile to everyone's face. What isn't to love about sharing your joy with others?
November 25, 2009
So Mike's whisking the pie concoction to a perfect blend and I'm bringing him stuff and taking stuff away to accommodate the lack of counter space. I go to get the sugar only to discover that Bob only has cubed sugar and sugar packets from circa 1977. I look at Mike and look at the sugar. A decision was made. So to the packets we went. We opened every single, ancient sugar packet we could find. And miraculously, it was the perfect amount of sugar. Somehow, Bob knew that one day we would need 3/4 cup of sugar and he collected just enough to make that dream a reality. And thank God for it.
November 24, 2009
When I got home from work yesterday there was another little present from Fluffy. In the same spot but on one of her toys. If she didn't like the toy she could've just said so. Again I checked the bed and again it was clean and clear. And like usual, there were smear marks on the bathroom floor. The cat looked surprised to see them there, like "Woah! Who did that?!" Cheeky monkey. There weren't any dollops this morning so I'm hoping she's getting better from whatever it is.
She's done this before but only when she's constipated. I once set up cat grass for her to eat instead of my plants- which she happily did- but it blocked her up and I found poo smears everywhere. So I took the grass away and she was fine. But lately, if we leave dry food out for her to eat she'll develop problems. I guess I should try and figure out if there's something she's allergic to in the dry food and try another brand like I did with the wet food. I'll tell you, she is quite a dry run for parenthood.
November 23, 2009
My sister introduced me to an electronica band called MSTRKRFT. I immediately fell in love with the traditional piano paired with the drum machine. I love, love, love it. This video is the only embeddable version I can find worth posting. The sound quality is awesome and I enjoy watching him dance. "Heartbreaker" by MSTRKFT with John Legend:
(This dude has an entire channel on the tubes to him dancing to MSTRKFT. All of them in his basement. I kind of love that a lot.)
The same record label that represents MSTRCRFT represents Klaxons, a British band that I found a few years ago. I have a few of their singles and all of them are pretty solid. Klaxons probably aren't going to catch on in the States simply because they are somewhere between a British rock band and a British glam rock band and their videos are usually abstract and arty. "It's Not Over Yet" by Klaxons.
November 22, 2009
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November 20, 2009
But why now, Katherine? I have a retirement account from my old job that I'm trying to figure out what to do with. I really just want to rollover what's in there and set it up to be aggressive (B E aggressive!). My current job doesn't match retirement contributions so I am on my own to find a company. I asked a friend of mine who knows a little about finance and her best advice was to find someone who will walk me through everything and take care of it. She has a person she really likes working with for her retirement and it seems like his fees are very reasonable. So when she brings in his contact info I'll give him a call.
Besides not going to money jail (it's not a state-run spa for reals), I very much want to do what's best for me and my future family. I don't want to get to retirement and realize I could have prepared better. I just feel more ignorant than prepared. And I really hate that the worst way to save for retirement is to put actual money, that you have actually made, in a regular savings account to accrue interest. Instead, the actual money, that I have actually made, is going to this imaginary place where it very well could disappear. Maybe I won't roll over after all and just start putting money in a jar and bury it in the yard. That feels much more concrete. And safe.
November 19, 2009
Me? Not so much. I hadn't even heard of the books until a year ago when the first movie was going to come out around the same time as the fourth and final book and I wanted to know what all the hubbub was about. I've since read all the books and seen the first movie. Though I couldn't put the stupid things down until I read the whole canon, I don't think the books are that well written. Stephanie Meyer is too much with the telling and not with any showing. For an English major she didn't pay much attention in her literature classes. It's almost like she skipped those to take a quickie how-to on writing a cash cow. Complex characters? No. Complex storytelling? No. The normal girl getting everything she wants with little or no sacrifice? Amazing, compelling fiction! (Don't even get me started on her Mormon anti-choice and premature marriage propaganda. I was getting pretty angry towards the middle of the fourth book.)
Anywhoodle! Tonight at 8pm I will be right there with Lyndy waiting in line to see our 12:07am showing of New Moon. We're going to play cards and Balderdash while we wait. The movie theatre has rooms that you can rent for a party and then you go right into the movie with a snack tray that is included in the party package. That's what we were planning to do but when I first called to reserve the room it was too far in advance. When it got time to reserve the room my family and I had made plans for an alternative Thanksgiving starting the opening day of New Moon. So instead of the party room tomorrow we are going in the middle of the night with a bunch of screaming mimis. And I'm probably going to tremendously enjoy the movie in spite of myself just like before. Wish us luck and keep your fingers crossed that I don't throw a shoe at someone.
November 18, 2009
Upon hearing about Pride and Prejudice and Zombies I decided I had to read it. One thing was getting in my way- I've never read the unadulterated Pride and Prejudice. Though I know how it ends thanks to countless adaptations and people spoiling it, I'm really, really loving this story. It took me a few chapters to get in the groove of the language but now I'm moving through and loving it. I'm finally reading my first Austen and it's not that bad. I can't say I'm going to rush out and buy all her books after this but I'm pleasantly surprised.
Here is a book that I can't say I recommend. Nancy Atherton released a new book in the Aunt Dimity canon this past spring and there was some literary hubbub over the release. I wanted to check it out so I asked for one for my birthday. Well, my mother got a little overzealous and bought me four of the books. That would be awesome if I liked the book but I didn't. I found it to be trite and lazy. All the characters are rich and just too nice. The only conflict in this book is created by a character that never materializes. Yes, a good villain doesn't have to be present in order to have an affect, but in this case when the threat, that took up the whole book, became reality, the climax took a paragraph. I read stuff like this when I was twelve and loved it but at 28 I'm just bored. At least it doesn't take too much concentration. I can read the others on the bus.
I don't really have anything in mind for when I'm done with Austen. I can't tell if I'm in the mood for fiction or nonfiction. I have an urban homestead how-to and a chi-running how-to that I've been meaning to crack open but I'm a sucker for something that I can get lost in. And I can't really get lost when learning about running from a book.
November 17, 2009
Needless to say, I never made it to The Windy City. And that's okay. I really do love Albany. Sometimes I wonder what-if, but it's never more than a what-else-would've-happened kind of way. But I'm surprising myself lately and kind of wishing I lived in New York. I don't know why. This is a totally new development. I don't know if it's that I would've made more tangible progress in my career or if it's something else. The culture, the weird sense of community, the accessibility of it? I don't know. But it's glittering lights are looking mighty purty.
Realistically speaking I'm sure I wouldn't like the reality of it. Yeah, we'd make more money but our cost of living would skyrocket and negate the increase. Whenever I'm there I get a little claustrophobic (granted I spend the most time in Manhattan. Brooklyn wasn't so bad.) There are so many people everywhere! I feel like I wouldn't be able to stop and smell the roses. Figuratively or literally. Yeah, my career would actually have a projection in NYC and I definitely envy that imaginary life. But I feel like even the most impatient New Yorker is more patient than Mike and I are. Maybe I should just go visit a friend for a long weekend. Let them show me around. Perhaps that's all I need to kill this wanderlust.
November 16, 2009
On my run last Friday my hip was really giving me a lot of trouble. I couldn't stretch the pain away with "normal" stretching so instead of a long run yesterday I decided to pull out a yoga DVD and look for some hip openers. There were none specifically listed on the menu but I figured if I stretch everywhere what can it hurt (no pun intended)? The problem most likely isn't really in my hip but somewhere else and the pain is just manifesting itself there. Away went the furniture and out came the yoga mat.
Boy oh boy. I didn't do anything really advanced but there were quite a few times I had to just hang out in child's pose and wait for the guide to move on to something less painful. It was so upsetting to realize how much all the other activities I've been doing these past few years have had a negative affect on my body. I stretch after workouts but it appears I've been cheating myself. I am sore all over the place today. That's great, I know. That means my body was worked in a totally different way. I just wish I had more of a relaxing experience and not one that hurt so much. I know if I keep up the yoga practice I'll be more balanced (literally and figuratively) so I'll just have to do that. One more workout to add to the to do list. But this can only be good in the long run. I know it.
November 15, 2009
Next year I am going to have a totally different approach to the grants approval process. My group approached our grant appropriation with the idea that we were going to fight each amount grant by grant but the committee didn't do that until the end. Other groups had more of a solid number to give and a more solid recommendation. Now that I know how to break it down I think next year will be even better and perhaps go smoother. I think we had a lot of newbies like me this year.
When it all comes down to it, on a personal level, I had a great time. It was so much fun talking about various arts projects and groups in the area. I now have a bunch of groups and activities that I would like to check out. I wish we could've talked more to each other about non grant stuff. There was a musician, some dance people, a lot of visual artists and some community members who know grant writing. It was really refreshing! I'm looking forward to auditing these events next year. I think it will be so great!
November 14, 2009
As for the celery root? I am sad to report that I couldn't even unwrap it because the whole thing rotted out. It shouldn't have because it was supposed to be good for two weeks in the fridge and it had been only five days. I figure it must've been on the outs when we bought it. Man, when I picked it up to chop it... nayasty. I checked out the other celery roots at the grocery store today and they weren't that mushy- some mush, but not much at all. I was really starting to look forward to trying celery root, too. Oh well. I threw a potato in to make up for it. Next time, celeriac. Next time.
November 13, 2009
I don't care that they smoke pot. If that's how they want to spend their time and their money then go for it. Waste all of it, I don't care. I only care when it gets into my space. I shouldn't have to smell it. They should do everything they can to keep the smell in their apartment. I wonder if calling the landlord would be a course of action worth taking but it'd be like calling him if I can smell someone's cooking in the hallway- what's he going to do about it? There's no real proof that's where the smell is coming from (though it's painfully obvious) and I'm not going to knock on their door and ask them if they've been hitting the bong. I'll just make a fool of myself. (Really, I'm terrible with drug slang. It's embarrassing.)
At least they're quiet pot smokers. Don't even get me started with the f*ckers who lived next door before them. Those were noisy pot smokers. Hey, the only residents of that apartment who weren't pot smokers were the old couple from three years ago. What's with all the pot in that apartment? Is there a little weed garden that comes with the place? For the last three years my cat has had a contact high. Maybe I should have the landlord take my cat food costs out of my rent. That seems like a fair trade. He keeps putting those idiots in there. Maybe I will make a phone call afterall.
November 12, 2009
I get my stuff together the night before so it only takes me about eight minutes to do all I need to do before we head out. I've been pretty good at having the stuff I need to go ready the night before. Last night I was packing my stuff and I was surprised at how light my backpack was. I wasn't planning on swimming this morning so I just assumed that the missing hair dryer and swim gear made the difference. I double checked that I had my bra and knickers (thank goodness I checked) and went on to get my food together. As we were leaving this morning I realized why my backpack was so light- I forgot to pack my towel. I didn't have time to run upstairs so I asked Mike if I could use his sweatshirt for a towel. I got a resounding no so I popped the trunk to see if there was something that would suffice. All I could find were a pair of sweatpants so I grabbed them.
I'm in the locker room getting stuff out for an easy grab so I'm not standing around all naked-like later when I realize I forgot MY SHOWER SHOES. Not only did I have to dry myself off with a lint ball and God-know-what-else, now I have to shower unprotected. I comforted myself with the fact that I've only seen two separate people use that shower, each with flip flops, and went on with my workout.
When I was stretching I meditated that Whatever would make an empty locker room for me. There was no one in the gym so I hoped there would be no one in the locker room. And behold! There wasn't. So I stripped and hopped in the shower, took the quickest one I could whilst still getting clean and grabbed the sweatpants. Yeah. Not so much. The layers of fabric made it impossible to get a grip. So on to plan B. I ended up standing by the sink drying myself off with a combination of paper towels and the Y-provided hair dryer. It's working pretty well when someone comes in and sees me. I stopped immediately. Thankfully I was dry so I got dressed and went on with my morning.
Something tells me I need to make a check-list for tomorrow. Or suck it up and rent a locker.
November 11, 2009
Mike has been taking a class for professional development that seems to have a lot of grant money to throw around. The class is about using multi-media in the classroom so it makes sense when Mike comes home with a ridiculous loot. He's come home from one class with a net book, and another class with a video camera and a projector. All to keep. For himself. Even if he never teaches again. Since then, I've become an Internet widow who is constantly being videotaped. As is the cat. The projector is still in the box, thank goodness. So, the problem of playing the slide show is solved! Now we just need a scanner. I wonder if Mikey has another class coming up?
November 10, 2009
I remember it being all so surreal. Since Fredericksburg was built-up around I-95, Muhammad just hopped off the interstate, set up and started shooting. That was what was so strange and unnerving- there was no rhyme or reason to whom or where he shot. Before the police realized how he chose his locations, being on a college campus created some unease. Some students were afraid he would get on a roof and start taking us out. We bobbed and weaved on campus, in parking lots and on the street. Unnecessary, yes. But it was the only levity we could bring to the situation. It was literally too close to home for comfort.
There is some evidence that Muhammad suffered brain damage and PTSD from his time in the Gulf War. But so what? His actions were reprehensible and unfathomable. He cold-heartedly killed people. Regardless of how ill he may be, he is guilty. He deserves to be in jail- in solitary confinement- for the rest of his life. But the death penalty? In a nation where we have the death penalty as the ultimate punishment- yes give him the death penalty. But the threat of the death penalty didn't stop him from shooting those people. And it doesn't stop other people from committing horrible, terrible crimes. Is killing the killer going to bring peace to those families? I really hope it does. Otherwise he's just another pointless death. Like all the others.
November 9, 2009
When I started WW I began looking through the myriad of recipes trying to find things that looked pretty simple for the novice chef. I ended up having a great time. I was trying new recipes weekly and since I was cooking only for myself I had plenty to eat. (Which was good considering all the kitchen staples I had to buy. I had no herbs and no other stock culinary necessities. Weekly grocery bills were huge.) Over time, I became more comfortable with what worked and what didn't and I started making very simple things off book, like quesadillas. And since I had tons of post-college time to kill I would spend hours making dinner. Through trial and error I figured out the fastest way to chop an onion, how to coordinate so things would come out at the same time, and that lemon zest is not something you can find in the store's herb section- no matter how hard you look.
I'm no Julia Child but Mike is willing to try anything I cook as long as it lacks the following- mustard, tuna (sad face), raspberries, baked fruit and balsamic vinaigrette. Other than those main things he'll eat anything. And I am eternally grateful. When I had to cook after my mom left, I wanted to throw plates at my siblings' heads. They really wouldn't eat the simplest things like green bean casserole. One Thanksgiving I tried a cornbread recipe and my brother actually spit it out. He's since repented and will eat what I make him when he visits but man, I do not envy what Mom went through. So I have Mikey (who really does like it) and thanks to his willingness the kitchen is a source of solace for me. I don't cook something from scratch every day but it feels really nice gaining confidence in the kitchen thanks to some great support.
Lately, I've been on an inadvertent soup mission. I found two soup recipes that I'm all excited about. I already tried one yesterday- a Weight Watchers' "Baked Potato Soup." I added leeks to the recipe because I LOVE leek and potato soup. I almost took the leek and made it into its own soup because I didn't know how it would go with other ingredients but I threw caution to the wind and went ahead and did it anyway. And it worked! The other soup is from my Natural Solutions magazine and it's a vegetable stew with rutabagas. I LOVE rutabagas so I'm very confident I will LOVE this soup. My only concern is that it requires 1/2 cup celery root. And I'll tell you something, you can't find that in the herbal aisle either. That shit is nasty. It looks like the aborted baby of a rutabaga and a coconut. But hey, adventure! Right?
November 8, 2009
I had a really difficult time finding a pace maker, probably since I started in a group that ran four minutes faster than my average, but that's okay. I finally caught up with someone I realized I could stick with until the last mile. She walked/ran a lot more than my last pace buddy so I caught up with her more frequently and she had more energy at the end to run faster at the push. Man, I was really, really hurting towards the end and she took off. Total morale killer.
Those hills? Mean. I must've merely glanced at the elevation chart or I can't read. I kept an 11 minute mile pace until the first real hill at mile 5.5. I was really pushing myself. Then I got to that hill. It was really hard to recover from that. My running pack all walked up the all the hills, I trotted. I wonder if I walk/run then I will have an overall better time. I insist on running the whole of every race and do worse than people who walk probably a total of a mile. I'll have to reassess that tactic. Nevertheless, I finished around 1:50. Not too far from my goal of 1:45!
I want to say though, this race was worth it just for the people. The people who were out this morning were really amazingly kind people. All the pedestrians cheered us on. Even some of the winos. There was one guy who set up his drum set on the sidewalk and played for us. When I got to him I waved and thanked him and he waved his drum stick at me with a huge smile. All the volunteers and cops were really supportive too. It was just what I needed. That's the very reason I keep doing these crazy races- I'm reminded of the kindness of strangers.
November 7, 2009
The reason Mike isn't as jazzed as I is because he doesn't feel prepared. I do but I don't. I've been keeping up my cardio and I've added lifting so it's not like I'm going terribly cold. I did five miles on Thursday and my foot is feeling fine. Overall I think I'll do okay. The race course closes after two hours so I need to be speedy! I am aiming for under 1:45. That's my simple, please-dear-God-achievable, goal. I'm pondering if I want headphones or not. I could always bring them and decide then. Right?
There is a two mile incline (200 feet over 2 miles and that isn't too bad) otherwise it's a fairly flat course through a park and old town Schenectady called the Stockade. The Stockade (the race is called the Stockade-athon, the oldest 15k in the country) is a really, really old part of town that used to be the market, like, back in the 1700s and stuff. I'm excited to check it out. I've always wanted to go and I think this'll be a great way to do that. I don't know if I could have a better Sunday morning- fresh air and exercise with like-minded people and my sexy man-friend? All before noon? Awesome.
November 6, 2009
It's the reason my weakest portion of triathlon is the bike. I am not scared of swimming and I'm not scared of running. Those events are all on me and me alone. But the bike? If the bike breaks I have no idea what to do with it. I'm too scared to ride it up to the gas station with my valve adapter to put air in the tires. What if I explode my tires? I don't know what it is that intimidates me so much. Is it because it cost so much money? Is it because I haven't really done much mechanically? I'm not bad at putting things together and fixing things that are broken but those things weren't really on the same complexity level as a bike. See what I'm doing here? I'm talking myself out of my capability. I need to snap out of it.
I took a brief bike familiarity course with the Albany Learning Center just so I knew which parts were supposed to move and which parts weren't. I remembered how to take my front wheel off and that there are two kinds of bike valves. That's about it. The problem with that course was that it wasn't hands on. I watched an experienced bike dude do all this stuff on a brand new bike that looked nothing like what I had at the time. So it was marginally helpful. My friend, very bike savvy friend, told me about this bike rescue in Troy, across the river. There are two nights- one night is a supervised fix-your-own-bike thing and the other is (probably exactly what I need) a hands on how-to-use/fix-your-bike workshop. So I'm going to check it out because I really want to feel more comfortable with my bike and subsequently ride it more.
Now I just need to work up the courage to go.
November 5, 2009
The grants meeting was also a success! There was some great discussion and it was really awesome to get to talk to people about their art. One member was able to show me her work space because it was only two doors down from where we met. I got to see a bunch of original works by her and other, mixed media, artists. My other comrade works in textiles. She uses one of the purses she made as her own bag so we were able to see what she does. I didn't have anything to share. I don't really carry my collages with me and I wasn't about to burst out into song so they took my word for it. I can't wait for the full meeting in a week and a half! I'm sure I'll freak out about it a little because there appears to be some strong personalities but my colleagues said it all works out no matter how heated it gets. I just wish there was more variety in the submissions.
Finally! I am so freaking glad the Yankees won the World Series. I can go back to watching my stories. Someone has been hogging the television with the DVR. And it's not Fluffy. Also, my friends can fully participate in parties and events without baseball on in the background. Now on to the Giants. Sheesh. It's never ending is it?
November 4, 2009
Kurt Vonnegut said that we all need to be unusually kind to each other. I agree. It makes total sense. Do unto others, right? But when you really get down to the brass tacks, everyone agrees with that in the abstract but not in execution. And that should change. I'm not saying it's easy to be nice to someone who is short with you has different values than you. I'm not always very nice. I can be pretty impatient with people and I know I need to change that. So I'm going to try. And everyone else out there should try too.
November 3, 2009
I'm really looking forward to this process for many reasons- I'll meet more artists who work in different fields; I'll find out about all the area groups that flew under my radar; I'm required to check in on events that get funding so I become more of a participant; I'll learn about a crucial step in the grants process; and overall I'll meet many interesting people who also care deeply about our artistic community. I couldn't believe I was asked. I'm so lucky that I can participate! This is just so thrilling for me I can't express it enough.
I meet with my committee tomorrow and I really hope I don't sound like a jack-ass. I'm the only newbie in the group so I'm going to try to be very prepared when I get there tomorrow. The first step to being prepared- eating something so I'm not preoccupied. The second step to being prepared- take copious notes on our assigned proposals. The third step to being prepared- remaining calm. The fourth, and most important, step to being prepared- being confident in my opinions and criticisms. I can do this and I can do this well. So excited!!
November 2, 2009
I try to keep a routine so she can figure it out and leave me the hell alone. I get up, pee, brush my teeth, take my pill, shower, get dressed, do my make-up and hair. Then I feed her. It's the same every morning unless I go to the gym. Either she's mentally challenged or doesn't give a shit because she'll bite my legs while I'm on the toilet or getting into the shower. She's obviously not scared of me because once it gets to that point I throw her out of the bathroom and slam the door in her face only to have her come back and squawk at me. But once I get into the bedroom she's like, "Oh- you're doing your make-up? That's cool. I'll just wait over here and look adorable." She even curls up under my feet, no biting, when I'm blow-drying my hair. Wtf? But once I'm in the hallway she's in my way, tripping me. What a jerk. She's getting what she wants and she's still annoying the hell out of me.
Maybe this is all her little plan. She'll give me cat scratch fever (totally real), or make me fall in the bathroom and smack my head, or trip me in the hallway and land on something sharp (not like I leave sharp things lying around but the one day I do...) all to make me die and give her an endless supply of food. This whole time she's been sizing me up trying to figure out how long she can live off of my dead body. What an asshole.
November 1, 2009
The pain was really strange. It wasn't in the ankle and I couldn't stretch it out. The pain ran along the right side of the heel, towards the toe. It didn't hurt to rub my foot or touch it- just standing on it caused pain. It was worse when I wore flats without my orthopedic shoe inserts. So I only wore my inserts. I was freaking out because I don't have health insurance until December. What if I developed a stress fracture with all the distances I was running? I would have no way of finding out and it could get worse. I really didn't know how to proceed.
It hurt for about a week. I swam and lifted weights for my exercise so I wouldn't put constant pressure on my foot. After three pain-free days I decided to try my foot out and go on a 5 mile run. Mike and I would like to run in a 15k (9.3 miles) this coming weekend and I want to keep my running up. I made it one mile in my run when my arch started to hurt- but not the usual location of pain. The more I ran, the more the pain moved around my foot to the spot near my heel. I cut the run short and went home.
That was last Wednesday. My foot hurt for only two days and I waited one pain-free day before I went running, which brings us to today. I wanted to see if running with the inserts would solve this problem. I made it through mile one just fine. In fact, I made it all five miles without a problem and my foot isn't hurting post run. If tonight's any indication I'll be able to make it through 9 miles. I'll take it easy this week and do some cross training.
It's all so strange and new to me. Is this normal?