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Lots of leaving early and getting home late including yesterday. Yesterday also included a more than advisable amount of adult beverages which has resulted in today being pretty much a wash. We did get to the farmer’s market and I did 3 loads of laundry and had some good Bob time. But most of the time was spent on the couch with occasional breaks to catch up on reading.

The movie I watched during critical morning couch time was DiG! a documentary about The Brian Jonestown Massacre and The Dandy Warhols. And I’ll add this explanation since the majority of my readership is probably scratching its head at the moment: those are rock bands. I have passing knowledge of the DW and perhaps have heard of BJM but don’t know much about them or their music. I can’t remember where I heard about the documentary but it is riveting.

It’s a well crafted piece of film and the people are either raging creative geniuses or complete train wrecks: you decide. I love the music and the documentary shows a lot about the music industry and what kind of crap musicians go through. Highly recommended.

The photo above is of two piggy banks that Priscilla gave to us a long time ago. Originally they had candy money in them but that’s long gone. We keep them in our laundry room and all the change that goes through the washer is deposited into the banks. FYI – I do not keep change in my pockets, or anywhere else that would result in it going through the wash. This morning I finally had to empty one because they were both too full and I couldn’t even fit the .37¢ from today’s laundry into either of the little plastic bodies.

This morning there was an unfortunate intersection of cranky morning people in our kitchen. We were both in a hurry to make our lunch and get the hell on the road and we picked this moment to discuss what dinner might consist of. I said, “I have GOT to do something with that zucchini,” for about the 10th time since the zucchini was delivered to me from Orleans and Bob muttered something unkind under his breath which set me off.

I used my advance adult communication skills and demonstrated my irritation by stomping around and slamming things.

Later, as I got ready to leave I went to kiss him good bye and he said, “Do you still love me?”

“No,” I said, “You were mean to my zucchini.”

He called me at the office at 10am and we were still laughing.

Orleans Bridge

My, this is not looking good is it?

I mean my blogging. I sit down here enough but I never seem to have much to say, or if I do, I don’t feel like typing it. Perhaps I am edging towards ending all writing unless I’m getting paid for it. But I doubt it.

I’m trying to learn more about Photoshop. Kristl loaned me a huge pile of books at the beginning of summer plus a couple of DVDs. I’m getting ready to return all the stuff and I’ve been though almost everything. Still working on 2 books and a couple of DVDs. I didn’t think I would get much out of sitting in front of the TV watching a Photoshop demo, but I was wrong. I get my notebook out and rewind as needed. I’m also taking a class that starts next week.

Here’s the thing. My eMac has a screwed up wire somewhere and my screen color is completely fubar. This happened for a short time while we were still under warranty but it disappeared and I was happy to avoid having to get it checked out. But now the problem is back. Intermittent but on more than off. I’ve done a little research and it doesn’t look good. And I don’t want to spend any money getting it fixed since this is a cheapo computer to begin with. I don’t know what I’m going to do but the point is, I can’t learn or practice anything having to do with color correction because it all looks cast in blue.

I started watching Veronica Mars this summer. I got into about the last 6 episodes. It totally grew on me and I just watched last year’s season finale which had me SCREAMING at the TV. And guess when the new season premieres? What is my ONLY non-negotiable TV show? Yeah, Lost. Who puts VM on opposite Lost? I think VM is one of those shows that they repeat on the weekends so I hope I can still be in the loop that way.

Also, does anyone understand how the DVR recording works? I pick series recording. I pick FIRST RUN and later when I turn on my TV and check My DVR I have 5 episodes of the Simpsons and 7 episodes of Daily Show – every day. I’m going to have to hire someone to come in part time and delete all the duplicates. Can the TV tell I’ve already taped a certain show and ignore it the next time? That’s the product I want.

Also at the moment I’m reading The Perfect Storm. I never saw the movie and I guess I’m the last person on the planet to read the book. It’s like watching the Titanic. You know how it ends but you can’t help but hope that somehow it will end differently. I’m not big on boats to begin with. Someday I’m going to put up a gallery of photos of me on a boat (distressed face) and Bob has a classic of me jumping off a boat looking like I just won the lottery. But this book has ensured that I will never get on a boat, ever again. Not even that boat ride at Disneyland.

Tomorrow the plan is to do some dahlia maintenance. I’ve purchased new bulbs three years in a row, plus I have some red and yellow ones that Kimberlee gave me in the beginning to get me started. I’ve never taken them out in winter or divided them. I also had zero plan when I put them in the ground. Just used a trowel and found a spot and there they went. I do have a record of what I’ve purchased and I have a vague memory of what I put in what year, so tomorrow I’m going to get out there and label them so that I can identify after the first frost when I dig them up. Then I can divide and share. I’m also going to organize them better and get some of the smaller ones out from under the big giant ones. This is all in theory since I can see myself growing tired of this project about an hour into it.

How much did you pay for gas over the weekend?

The time in my life when I was at my heaviest weight was in college, I can’t remember which year. The top was probably 40-45 lbs. more than I weigh right now. There is a series of photos taken at this time of Erin and me packed up and ready to go back to school. I am stuffed into grey cords and a pink sweater and sport the most hideous Keith Partridge shag haircut you could imagine, as if I’d accepted a challenge to look as unappealing as possible. I have systematically searched out and destroyed these photos without mercy.

I should add that I’m not normally uptight about looking doofy in old pictures. I love the picture of me in the orange plaid floody pants or the gymnastics picture with the goofy hairbraids. But the ultra-chubby photo was taken at a time when I was so filled with self-loathing for myself, I can’t bear to be reminded of it.

I was in Orleans in June and at my Grandma’s looking at old photos and I found one of these pictures. Why would anyone have shared this terrible picture of me? Was it to say: “Hey, she can only improve with age” or “Keep this, we can blackmail her with it later”?

In the moment I left it there thinking it wasn’t mine to take but as soon as I left I wished I’d grabbed it. This past weekend I was back at Grandma’s and I made a beeline for the photo albums, found the photo, pulled it out and tore it to pieces. Then I threw it in the fire.

That person doesn’t exist anymore.

I’ve been meaning to do this forever. Here is a list of blogs I read regularly.

Every weekday starts with checking Gawker.com : “the source for daily Manhattan media news and gossip” and Defamer.com which covers L.A. movie biz news and gossip.

My other daily read is: Dooce who is a ruthlessly honest 30-something woman who writes about motherhood, poop, depression and life in Utah and rarely fails to be HILARIOUS. If nothing else read this item.

Also on the daily list is Indianz.com which consolidates news and government actions in Indian Country and is excellent for keeping us in the loop at the office.

My other two favorite daily reads are: Kottke.org and Boingboing.net. These sites consolidate a variety of fun Internet stuff, odd sites, and also Internet culture and happenings. I never fail to find something cool at either of these sites.

Some other sites checked regularly but not necessarily daily are: Fussy.org another funny Mom and yoga person; belle de jour diary of a London Call girl; Go Fug Yourself a deliciously mean-spirited fashion commentary site; Mobylives.com news and commentary on books and writers.

Finally, I’ll link to 43 folders site which is about being organized and you’d think it would turn me on but instead I find it creepy and terrifying.

That should keep you busy if I’m away for a few days.

I had a bunch of errands to do this morning and I can’t complain, they all went surprisingly smooth. I always approach a giant list of errands with dread. There are few things I want badly enough to run all over town to get. It’s generally only out of necessity (e.g. holiday) or in honor of someone else (e.g. gifts). Today was a little of both.

I went to Target in Jantzen Beach and it’s no surprise that store has become lamer since the thrill of its grand opening not too long ago. All the stores at Jantzen Beach are lame. The place is practically a graveyard. Or what’s a word for a dreadful place where people only go because there’s no other choice or they’re desperate? The traffic plan was invented by a sadist. It’s fairly awful on a weekday morning before Noon — I can’t comprehend what it might be like at xmas. The stores are huge and far apart. Walking is discouraged. There’s the sense that it’s a place no one can admit has been defeated.

I think the entire thing could be razed and started over from square one with traffic in mind, light rail included and a mix of residential and retail with fun outdoor eating, parks and places to walk. There’s a gold mine under all that asphalt and brick.

But back to Target. I couldn’t find anything I needed. If anyone needs a sportsbra in size 38D, white — Jantzen Beach is your spot. Otherwise: hard cheese. I wanted some watch-type batteries and wrote down the number and everything. A kid saw me examine the display and hurried over to help me. He didn’t see the number I was looking for (like I needed help with that) and encouraged me to try Circuit City. He had a terrible stutter and in my anxiety to not make him feel self-conscious, I thanked him profusely even though he was completely useless.

I’m home now (obviously). We’ve had an odd damp day and a huge crack of thunder went off over the house and for a split-second I thought the roof was cracking.

Remember a few days ago I said I had a note that said “air” or “Giv” and I didn’t know what I meant? I remembered. [I can’t get the link to target thing to work right now and as usual I just sat down here for 3 seconds to type this note and I’m not going to take the time to figure it out. Just scroll down to item#5 on August 22.]

It was “air” as in air conditioning. I love the effects of air conditioning and I’m glad it’s part of the world but I don’t understand why the world thinks that the appropriate temperature to cool a room or building down to is 55 degrees. There you are in your cute sundress or shorts and tank and you walk into a store or someone’s home or the movies and you need to find a sweater. I carry a sweater EVERYWHERE.

We had air conditioning installed before this summer which has been wonderful but it does get a little chilly in the rooms with the main vents. In my room, where the computer is, it practically blows on my legs which I do not like and I close the vent when I’m at my desk.

Today has been an odd day because it was just warm enough to kick on the air but not quite warm enough that I could appreciate it. As soon as the cold air came wafting out of the vent I had goosebumps on my arms and legs. Also you should know that I’m pretty cheap when it comes to energy expended on environmental comfort. I set the air at 74 degrees and I’m still cold.

It’s my intention to post almost every day. Seriously.

I have ideas of things to write about but then it’s a matter of sitting down and organizing my thoughts and then constructing some sentences that sound at least halfway coherent and possibly finding a few links. But then I’m at home and I’m tired or have already sat in front of the computer all day or whatever thing I wanted to write about earlier doesn’t sound half as interesting and before you know it 4-5 days have gone by and no new posts. Whether I’m making excuses or apologizing, you be the judge.

On Friday night we saw Los Lobos at the Vancouver Jazz and Wine Festival or whatever it was called. Excellent evening. We enjoyed refreshing adult beverages and a variety of foods. It was a nice crowd but not crowded. The air was cool and a bit breezy.

We had chairs and a nice place to sit but after a couple of songs I wanted to go up front so I dashed up to the concrete in front of the stage and the rest of our crew joined me a half song later. While we were dancing and carrying on, people were shouting requests and Bob said “Mr. Fantasy” which he’d heard Los Lobos play before. A kid in front of us — about 8 years old — was dancing with his hippy-ish looking folks and he looks at Bob and goes, “That’s Traffic. Mr. Fantasy is Traffic.” Three cheers for that kid’s parents that their 8 year old son knows Traffic. “They do it too,” Bob told him, meaning Los Lobos and the kid turned around and shouted, “Mr. Fantasy!”

I’m trying to get the fridge emptied out. We’re having Priscilla over for dinner tonight and making a quasi-fajita thing we’ve invented. I suggested it because I had 3 bell peppers in the fridge and this seemed an optimal way to get rid of them. Little did I know my spouse ran over to the farmer’s market yesterday and picked up 6 (SIX!) bell peppers. On what planet do 3 people eat 6 giant bell peppers for one meal much less 9 which is what we now have? That man needs constant adult supervision.

This morning for breakfast I had some honey Greek-style yogurt from Trader Joes with meusli and some blackberries that I harvested from the backyard last night. It was excellent.

I’m off to take care of some chores.