Wednesday, April 08, 2009

yeesh


Hey, why isn't Rob Roy on BluRay yet? It's a passable film and it was on MGM HD last night and it looked pretty good, although I didn't watch it all because I didn't want to see Eric Stoltz get killed in HD before I went to bed. (I had nightmares anyway, but, that's another story.) In fact, parts of it made me really uncomfortable -- did Eric Stoltz have to be so filthy? And Liam Neeson's hair certainly doesn't make a good transition to HD, but it was otherwise more earthy (as the cousin/roommate called it) than the dvd version and you can certainly feel the chilly cold with the details provided by HD (frosty breath from John Hurt, gray Ireland skies passing for Scotland, etc...). All I can think is that unless your movie has Jason Statham, your chances of getting a BluRay version are still pretty slim.

School is really hard, by the way. Have I mentioned? I thought the last term was supposed to be a breeze. I want a ditch day and some senior props, not a bunch of reading about shoguns and theories of Neoclassicism. Photojournalism is particuarly frustrating -- it's like typing class and I'm still looking at the keys, which is fast in the beginning and then ends up mediocre while everyone else gets faster. Here's a picture I took for the photo class. One is with a wide aperture, one is with the small aperture. You have 2 minutes. GO!

Sunday, April 05, 2009

Let's see ... go to Vegas or ...

This came in my email today:

ITP CONFERENCE 2009
June 26-28, 2009
Orlando, Florida
  • Want to learn about the most up-to-date information on ITP?
  • Talk face-to-face with the world's top ITP doctors?
  • Find out how to cope with fatigue and other lifestyle issues?
  • Meet others with ITP?

I love the questioning last line: Meet others with ITP? Does that mean it's something we can opt out on?

Since we're not one of the most glamorous disorders out there (we don't have walks or telethons or anything fun like that) I'm having trouble imagining why we would have a 2-day conference on it. And will our disorder enable us to get free passes to Disneyland? Will there be a lot of macrobiotic food? It's a mystery. What if we sleep through the seminar on fatigue? But there's also one on "The Healing Power of Reiki" which a psychic told me to get into once. Although she also told me I'd be adopting a dalmatian last year.

More pictures coming to the Flickr. The first photo journalism assignment is due Thursday so yesterday was spent photoing a white toilet seat against a white background. (This is the fun class.) It led to a heated discussion with the cousin/roommate on the limits and uses of auto-exposure. There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth ... so, yeah, business as usual really.

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

I added Flickr links. I'm so smart. It's the same pictures, sure. What am I? New?

yes.

C'est l'arte

Why are art majors stuck up? "Oh my God, I can't believe there are so many people in here who have never taken an art history class." There was sneer on her face as she said it to the student next to her, as if the field hands had dared to come into the parlor. I know my Degas from my Ingres, little missy. You want to know about Delacroix? I've read his diary. This isn't a contest, which is good for you because I could run you right down, you and your high falooteness. Besides, if the professor is open to teaching the unwashed masses, then who the hell are you? REVOLUTION! LA DEMOCRATIE! ("I told you to speak your mind, Jack, but Jesus...")

Maybe I'm just sensitive and probably still smarting over the idea of News/Editorial being on the low rung of Journalism, like magazine writing is so much better. And when did Advertising pass us up anyway? I blame Mad Men. Television culture shapes us, I know it. My high falooten theory is that television makes society, whether you watch it or not. It's the opium of the mass...oh wait. I'll come up with a new theory ... I'm just sayin', we need Lou Grant to come back on the air and save print. That's all.

Speaking of The Hunt for Red October (which I was above, not directly, but up there) the cops finally called me back about our stuff and the only thing they can confirm they have is my suitcase: "But when you come in to pick it up you can see if there's anything else of yours here." So they might have more than my suitcase, but they're not sure, but there's probably nothing, but just in case they might let us look at things, but there's probably nothing else ... dude. I just want my movies back. How hard is it to definitively say "There is nothing here with Sean Connery in it"?

Monday, March 30, 2009

Experiment 1

Yesterday was camera test day because I wanted to get some photos done before class starts on Tuesday. Let's just say the Nikon does all the work, my friends. These haven't been through Photoshop yet, which is evident in some of them, but for the most part the Nikon takes care of little things like focus n' stuff. I'm very happy that I no longer have to trouble around with fixing red-eye anymore.

landscape

nature close up


"red eye" test


flash glare test



detail focus test (yes, that's Irving Thalberg)



tv photo test (sorry, it's ConAir -- don't ask)


self


All-in-all, very pleasing. You know, maybe this means that the machines really are smarter than the humans and the terminators will take over, but since I can't manually remove flash glare from shiny books I guess I'll be one of those sheep who follows whatever the machines tell me to do.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

No, really, I was sick. I wasn't saying ... I mean, I know "Mozart" was saying, but I wasn't saying ... I was just saying I was ... oh ... hell.

Friday, March 27, 2009

Ssay (I')m Ssik

Sorry, little Mozart joke. I miss the BluRay, which is at the real house and not the house-sitting house 4 blocks away. The cousin/roommate got me Amadeus because I scored a 90 on the first econ exam. I know, no one likes it, but F. Murray Abraham is awesome. You don't believe me? Double-feature it with Scarface.

Got the same old weird thing sickness thing that I get, although it seems to be tapering off now. But it's made me not really care about what the pets do or don't do around the house and it turns out that helps with the trials of pet sitting. They were bargaining for space on my flat asleepness last night and I let them haggle it out. Screw it. My energy level is in the red. If I wake up to bits of fur tufts on the floor and the cat licking blood from her claws it's just part of nature's way as far as I'm concerned.

School starts next week, which cuts down on my blogging, but I'm playing with the camera this weekend, which cuts up on the content. We're getting a scanner next week too -- I know! We're, like, joining the 21st century n' stuff! Maybe I can send in some fun things to found.com now.

That's all. I'm at work not working and shouldn't be blogging but it's just part of nature's way as far as I'm concerned. To prove I'm a work, here's one of my favorite customer service e-mails from the past month:

I had gall bladder surgery and was cot on the right side so the only thing holding in my stomack is the flesh. I also tend to walk bent over so I would a suggestion on which product would help me

We sell office supplies. I had no suggestions.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Last night, I didn't get to sleep at all. No. NOOOOO

I'm house-sitting minding the cousin's dog and cat whom I love. I really do. Nessa is a Schnoodle and very sweet although she has a fear of television and watching Bollywood hasn't helped her with that. And Marosa is, hands down, the crankiest cat in the world (or in whole Europe, choose your reference). She's deaf, so she really pumps up the volume on meowing, and it's angry meowing because she's also very old. Imagine you're trapped in an elevator with Beethoven and he really needs a bottle of wine before the DTs kick in. It's like that. I'm constantly shouting back "WHAT?" even though I know she's deaf ... it's a good relationship.

The dog and cat tolerate one another, although the cat would rather not have to tolerate the dog and the dog is sometimes willing to push that button a little and not give in to the cranky cat, but for the most part they move in separate but equal spaces around the house. Marosa usually sleeps upstairs while Nessa takes the bed, but last night they decided they both wanted the bed. It came out something like this:
(Okay, don't make fun of the stick. It was drawn on Microsoft Paint with a Dell Mini ... you try it.) So it was kind of a Yin/Yang set up that seemed to work out fine for them, but left me stiff and cranky this morning, crying like Bach stuck in the elevator with Beethoven.

They've also decided that after 2 days they're going to test my limits and bark at the night and climb on stuff. I expect to find my underwear under the couch and a Schnoodle doodle on the carpet when I get home just to see what I'll do...

Bottom line: I'm definitely a single (pet) girl.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

The more things change...

In preparation for potential conversations at a gin party on Friday I've been catching up on the Eurovision finalists at www.eurovision.tv and ... well ... okay here's the thing ... when I worked at Rizzoli in the 80s-90s we used to listen to this kind of stuff all day long (when not listening to Betty Buckley) and it grows on you in a kooky kitschy way, although Rondo Veneziano never really did. But it's like a comfortable coat, europop is. You can put it on any time and the holes are in the same place, but it's just as comfortable as the day you bought it. I mean, honestly, Patricia Kaas is in this year's Eurovision. Doesn't anything ever change over there?

Thank God for those nutty kids in Azerbaijan, that's all I'm saying. They at least try to move things a little forward. Some countries are going backwards, like Ireland. I can understand how maybe a small country like Belarus can be trapped in a cultural timewarp, but Ireland? They gave us U2 and Dustin the Turkey. It's crazy.

Winner of the best euro-biography I've read so far is definitely Finland:

After winning The Finnish Eurovision Song Contest by a clear majority of popular vote, Waldo’s People’s is ready to conquer the dance floor in Moscow with the ultimate dance hit Lose Control. Besides being a radio hit in Finland, the Misko Iho-directed video gained nearly half a million hits in YouTube over one weekend after the Eurovision victory. Waldo’s People is definitely the best europop act in Finland today, if not in whole Europe. The classic dance pop sound of the 90’s is surprisingly becoming fashionable again in the club scene all over. Will the biggest surprise hit in the Eurovision 2009 come from Finland again?

"The best europop act in Finland today, if not in whole Europe" -- I'm not sure what that means in the big picture, but I like it. When I was a kid wanted to grow up to be the Papal See, now I want to be the best europop act in whole Europe.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Something for the Headstone

I passed Yoga.

Actually maybe that should go on the bumper of the car so I can park next to all those crunchy Volvos at Saturday Market and not feel like a chemical poser. Oh yeah, and A+ in Poetry. Take THAT faerie folk! Sure four of the poems were about television, but you go with your strengths. So, let's see, that means I'll graduate with a journalism degree and some grade cred in poetry. Totally marketable assets.

Spring break was fun, all 2 days of it. The people kind of ruined things tho'. Ikea was like running with bulls in Pamplona, but with more carnage and crying. Some woman muscled me into a pallet of plastic boxes and kept on walking. What? Was I blocking you from a sale on the Felaflurs or something? Gie us a break. So we bought a cheese grater, had some meatballs and went over to Portland proper and to Powells where -- shut up -- they had the Shah Rukh Khan (unauthorized?) biography among other treasures. I kept to my list of books so we wouldn't run out the time on the parking meter, but it was difficult. I loves the books.

Oh yeah, then we bought a camera.


Nikon D40. wheet whoo. Yeah, this is someone else's photo of it. Know why? Because I haven't used it yet. Know why? Because I'm afeared of it. The cousin/roommate was letting it run on auto, random point and shoot, and it still took really nicely balanced shots, but he's a photographer and can do that. I point it around on auto and it takes pictures of the insides of my nose just before it breaks off the strap and hits the cat in the head.

This weekend I'll take it out and see if I can get some shots of the Frisbee golfers or something, and then, sure, maybe make the blog a little more interesting and even set up one of those Flickr things. I'm a little worried about toting it to school for class, so (shhh) I'm not going to let on to the professor that I have my own camera and just use the Canons they have for the students. Is that wrong?

Oh, and you thieves out there, it's registered with a driver's license id burned into it, so f-- you.

Friday, March 20, 2009

One Term Weft

Hey laughing boy ...

Finished up Econ yesterday with a solid B (low B on the final, but high B's/low A's on the other stuff, so I figure in my math terms that equals passing). Done. Done. Done.

Oh with one more term to go. We get to use Canon SLR's in the photo class next term. (Wuh -- isn't that what you have?) They're not a bad little camera, but somewhat spendy. I really, really, really, really want one -- can I keep it? Probably not. Maybe this weekend, depending on what comes back from the student loan this term, we'll start camera shopping. I'm running out of patience with the police department here and while we can probably wait longer on the Blu-Rays, not knowing if the camera is even in the crime lab or not is super frustrating. We should upgrade from the Pentax anyway.

These are my justifications and I'm sticking to them. We're buying a Canon.

So Spring Break starts today and I'm going to work and then tomorrow we're going to Ikea in Portland. That's my break. Next week I'm house-sitting for the cousin who is going to Georgia to look for a job with her husband who already has a job. I like their pets much, but their shower will be torn out and they don't have Playstation, but they have gas appliances, so I guess it balances out.

After break it's the last go with U of O. I will be a marketable commodity in 4 months. wee. ha.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Today is a Good Day

AIG bonus scandals -- fah.

How happy am I that Steve-O is still on Dancing With the Stars? He's going to win. You can't beat a professionally trained clown.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

March comes in like a lion

Usually in Oregon March comes in like a lamb and goes out like a lion. This year it couldn't wait and decided whip up in the middle of the month. Up until now we've just had more of that boring ice and snow (from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow). Today it's really blasting through, which makes it even spookier when I submit to you that this house is haunted.

Yes, I know, I've said it before and been chuckled at, but the lounge chair in the ballroom moved on its own toward the window. I didn't see it move, but the cousin didn't do it and I didn't do it, and unless Veda has developed some super kitten strength, I know she didn't do it. Although, sure, there's always that possiblity. She's scrappy and has started watching television (with a nutty preference for the old Star Trek), so maybe she's got some kind of weird power -- is that more exciting than ghosts ... yeah, I guess it is. Okay, the house isn't haunted.

Speaking of animals doing weird things, I now work for Dunder Mifflin Infinity and hope one day to have earned enough Schrute Bucks to put a plant on my desk. The internet is a wonderful world.

Whoa ... is that the theme song from Stayin' Alive that I hear on the tv...? IT IS

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Who's that writin? (john the revelator)

I'm in the student union and it smells funny in here. I suspect it's the young hippy types at the table next to me, but I just sat down so I don't know if it'll look bad to get up again. Pretty soon tho ... it's going to break me down.

Taking a break from writing about Gray Gardens because I'm starting to dream in Little Edie's voice. "It's just like dancing, freedom is" and junk like that. Documentary? Mockumentary? Both or neither? Those are my questions. I saw a clip from the HBO movie with Jessica Lange as Edith Beale and Drew Barrymore as Little Edie -- and I didn't think Drew could do it, really. She's so different, but then she starts talking "it's a skirt, but you can also wear it as a cape" and it's spooky good. I'm trying to talk cousin/roommate into HBO for April, maybe some kind of trial thing that we can easily cancel.

The term is nearly over and senioritis is turning into early nostalgia. I'm going to miss these stinky obnoxious kids. They definitely give color to the day. And I like writing papers. Sure, they get involved sometimes and I dream about them (or about characters in them or as characters in them), but I really like putting down that argument and backing it up with evidence. It's the frustrated lawyer in me. I wish there was some chance that this would turn into a regular reporting gig somewhere, but there's no chance. An editor from the Boston Globe is coming to campus in a few weeks, but I predict he won't have much in the way of hope for us gradueets. Has the San Francisco Chronicle closed yet?

So it goes.

I'll always have dear little blog, home to my thoughts and experiences and ... ... and I can't take it anymore. I'm going outside. I don't care how cold it is. Dude. What generates a smell like that?

Monday, March 09, 2009

This is why we need a camera


I'm taking Photojournalism in the Spring. This is how my cellphone takes a picture. Cows? Dogs? No, they're sheep. I was about 50 ft. away ... maybe.

Dude.

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Oh my God, yeah, like, I can't, like, begin to, like, say how much I, like, have, like, totally lost patience with these kids, you know. Like, listening to them, like, talk and stuff, like, about, like, that party last week, that was, like, so totally awesome, and, like, that girl, like, the one, like, with the blonde hair that, like, totally likes Cody, like, remember, like how she, like, got, like, totally drunk. That was SO funny.

I can't relate to 99.9% of this campus.

Yes, Archival Clothing, the apocalypse is coming, although I suspect that when the rapture comes and the minivans will be unmanned all the good French bikes will still have riders and I'll be out of luck.

Don't read the news, YOU'LL KILL YOURSELF!

Our student newspaper is on strike because the university used the economy as an excuse to be unethical (we're running out of revenue ... I know, let's hire some guy at an outrageous salary and put him in charge of the student paper. So what he's not a student. We'll make him journalism school faculty that way the team will be afraid to print bad things about the college).

In a New York Times story about the Amazon Kindle thing Steve Jobs is quoted as saying "the whole concept is flawed at the top because people don't read anymore." I have many objections myself to Kindle, but Steve's take on it wasn't one of them ... until now.

In the Business Day cover story in the same paper is an article about how cable companies are going to start using target advertising without telling you first (except for that wee line item in the Privacy Policy that comes in your monthly statement and that no one reads because the print is written by ants blocking out the letters with inkblot shoes).

Dogs and cats living together, it's mass hysteria. I want a new world.

Monday, March 02, 2009

One size does not fit all

When I was a kid I was heavy into the vintage look. It was the style at the time. In fact, I want to go on record that Natalie Merchant stole the look from me when she was in 10,000 Maniacs. I know, she was on the other side of the country and we never met and our circles didn't exactly overlap, but STILL ... I was totally wearing beltless 40's shifts before she was.

I would haunt a regular round of vintage shops in California looking for the next great party dress (something I could get drunk in an tear a hole through usually), but most of the dresses I tried on were HUGE. They had these giant busty tops and shoulders and waists that needed bunching or scarfing around for a tuck.

I wasn't slim, mind you. I think I've always hovered around the 120 mark ... which is now around the 140... ANYWAY ... I wasn't waify by any stretch and these things were like tents.

Now that I'm shopping for the next great graduation dress everything I'm finding is too f...king small. Who the hell has a 38" bust with a 28" waist? I'm not a giant, but gar ... there's no way, even with a nipper. Oh, but here's one with the 36" bust AND 26" waist. Where was this stuff when I was 22?

Screw it. I'm going to JCrew.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

International Rescue

The cousin/roommate and I rented "Not Only, But Also" from Netflix and have been watching this over and over for the past 4 days. I pee my pants every time.

God is Great, God is Good

Now we thank Him for Peter Windsor:

Windsor: USF1 about taking America to F1.
Tue 24 Feb, 02:09 PM

Peter Windsor, co-principal of the nascent USF1 operation that has been making headlines of late, insists that Formula One needs to return to the United States, and that his team can help the process.

Speaking to Crash.net, the former Williams team manager admitted that the sport was lacking a vital component having lost both the US and Canadian grands prix in recent years, and insisted that there was a large fanbase that would welcome it back should the situation be reversed in coming seasons.

"I think F1 needs the USA, because it's a huge market for every company that's in F1 - it's the world's biggest market, and still the world's most powerful economy," he pointed out, "As for a US Grand Prix, I think that there will be one in the future, and maybe we will play a small part in regenerating some of that interest in getting a race going here.

"But, ultimately, our mantra is not to try and convert America to F1 - we're trying to take America to F1, rather than take F1 to the United States. We're not trying to convert NASCAR fans to F1, and we never will because it's much too big, but I think that there are a lot of F1 fans in the United States and they will really get behind this team.

"The interest we've had since the news on this has leaked out - and not by us, I have to say - has been absolutely fantastic. We have been inundated with support, goodwill, people applying for jobs... We've had a million hits on a dormant website that doesn't have anything more than a logo on it, that's a million hits in three days, and it just shows how much interest there is in having an American F1 team."


Okay, so I haven't applied for a job YET, but this is totally amazing! Peter Windsor is my interview hero ("Alonso, it looked like you deliberately held Hamilton up in the pits. Tell us what happened.") and I would intern, make coffee, type travel itineraries, whatever he wanted just to be part of this. This is bigger even (yes, sorry) than the presidential campaign.

Yep, I said it.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Who says yoga isn't educational?

What I learned today:

1. canary yellow tights and blue running shorts don't look good together
2. there is a right way and a wrong way to wear leg warmers (and I mean there's a top and a bottom -- all other rights/wrongs are, I would hope, obvious)
3. if you're a boy you can yoga in your boxer shorts and no one notices until you put on your pants
4. it's poor yoga etiquette to laugh when the guy next to you farts while "going up the wall", but holding it in creates a domino effect

Dude! I saw a Super Le Tour 12.2 today. I curse those effers who stole our camera. I am in love, love, love. (sorry Peugeot.)

Thursday, February 19, 2009

The Neffring Gets Some Payback

In honor of our getting Enter the Dragon on BluRay, here is a classic scene from that talented and versatile actor, John Saxon. One day the The Six Million Dollar Man will be on dvd and our collection will be complete. Oh wait, we still need Battle Beyond the Stars.

Is that neffring wearing Nikes?

Monday, February 16, 2009

Economics Schmeconomics

I feel like these past 2 weeks have been nonstop running around and all just inside my head. I've got library books, but I really don't remember when they were checked out and I don't think I've even read any of them yet. Maybe I have ... that one there looks familiar. I swear that every day is Monday to me. I don't know why, but we'll be at the market or I'll be sitting in the Documentary Film class and I'll suddenly freak out and think "I forgot to put the trash out!" and it's, like, Wednesday or something. Veda's cat igloo is always full of treasures, which she used to be proud of and offended when they were removed. Now she's always in my dish to clean it, mwaowing on my chest in the middle of the night.

But I'm keepin' up on Facebook though, huh? Yeah. That fecking thing is like a Christmas toy. The kids are done playing with it and now the adults have taken it over and one day we'll break it and have to hide it under the family room couch. I honestly, honestly, have no idea what to do with the drink requests. I click on it and some box pops up and asks me do I want to run some chingadera and I don't want to run a bunch of random crap on my emachine so I just let the requests build up and sit there.

So I guess it's more like grandma's taken it over and she can't drive stick.

But the term is closing soon and I won't have to figure out the marginal propensity to consume anymore and I can get on with real work, like taking that Samurai in Film class.

And I have to call Kelly back -- I was moving a friend Saturday and today I'm at school and I haven't reloaded the cell phone because I keep forgetting my pin number which is somewhere at home under those library books.

fahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

I'm sitting in the student union listening to girls talk about "Friends" the same way we used to talk about "The Brady Bunch" and it's made another gray hair come out of my head.

Sunday, February 08, 2009

She's Just Not That Into It

So, yeah ... not much going on, but compelled to blog anyway. Why? Why?

I can't get my head around this paper for the documentary class. Maybe because I'm trying to write poetry at the same time (it's got to be funny --- no, wait, maudlin --- no, wait, everyone writes maudlin poetry -- oh, God! What do I do?) and come up with an argument in favor of online libel law.

The cousin/roommate is having cereal for dinner because I can't even scrape it together enough to make mac and cheese. Here is where I'm thankful for not having children, by the way. Not that I'm not generally thankful for it, especially when I want to go to bed early or when I want to swear at drivers on the road (not that having kids ever stopped my mom), but now I'm especially thankful because I'm just not into the whole dinner-makin' thing. I don't know how people have kids, but then I'm not sure how anyone goes to college right after high school and actually learn anything. In between the drinking and the pot smoking how the hell do they do it?

Man I miss drinking and pot smoking...

That said another week is starting and it's tipping into the second half of the term, so it's almost over. I can almost watch movies again -- provided they get returned at some point from the Eugene PD.

That is all. (Is the cousin/roommate watching Gallipoli? I love that movie... just the thing to make me feel better)

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

This Just In!

This is included in an email sent to every student in the documentary film class:

I don't see a board up this week. Is there any papers due.
Thanks for your time, I appreciate it.

God bless the education system.

poetry corner

I'm sitting.
I'm sitting outside
In the sun
It's 50, but
not very cold
now.
I'm graduating.
I'm graduating in June
and I can sleep tonight
Except
I have to take Macroeconomics.
I have to take Macroeconomics GRADED.
I'm sitting
outside
in the sun.

(Just overheard here in the amphitheatre: "Michael Phelps Takes Bong Hit for Jesus" -- I love college.)

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

The sun came out. I rode the bike (soooooooo sore). Sat outside.

Over it.

Monday, February 02, 2009

Senioritis claims another victim

I can't scrape it together this term. Maybe because it's cold. Maybe because it's another crack at Economics. Maybe it's the poetry class ("use at least one metaphor and one simile and no rhyming!"). I don't know. Alls I knows is I want out of the place. I want done. I want to starting paying it off and move on with my life.

The kids irritate me. The professors irritate me (okay, it's only one of them irritates me right now, but still). I can't hang around there anymore without going mad.

Speaking of, watched part of the first season of Mad Men this weekend -- not much help when you've got a paper proposal due, but you've got to take breaks, right? I like it, but I'm not sure I love it yet. But, there you are, I'm completely drained of giving a .... anymore.

I think I have SAD. I wonder if I can get a grant because of it...

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

All Praise Eurovision

So thanks to John Fenn, I've not officially caught Eurovision fever. I was avoiding it, but I just had to read more about that UK song and then the Bulgarians, who I love, are narrowing down and Norway's at a choice of 2 and Iceland ... I mean, come ON how can you now choose "Lygin ein"? You can see snippets of past winners/not-so-winners here - www.eurovision.tv - but I think Father Ted should really have gone all the way in '95. (If it doesn't link in -- and it looks like it's being kiboshed a bit -- you can click here)

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Friday, January 23, 2009

I can't believe they actually PAY me for this stuff

Today we got a letter from a guy in prison wanting a copy of everything he had purchased from the previous year, because someone had stolen it.

Here's his rap sheet:
1990-07-25 - POSS C/S HEROIN
1990-07-25 - BURG HABIT
1990-07-26 - POSS C/S HEROIN
1990-07-26 - BURG HABIT
1990-07-26 - THEFT O/750
2005-03-17 - POSS C/S COCAINE

***

Then I got barked at because someone wanted our phone number, then wanted to ask a question first, then needed more information on the question, then ended with "SO, are you going to give me the phone number?"

***

This was my favorite question of the day:
please explain how the dial complete hand soap pump works.I have trouble getting the pump to operate- very difficult to push down

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

A Whole New Me

Just like the old me since my Digital Freedom textbook claims that all bloggers are really 12 year-old girls. Not that I want to repeat junior high, but it made me feel pretty good to be that young again.

So I called the cops yesterday and they say that they can't release my suitcase yet because it was part of a MASSIVE CRIME SCENE with all kind of other stuff. They're dusting it for prints or CSI-ing it or whatever they do with stuff nowadays. I'm supposed to get a call when they're done going through everything. "Don't get your hopes up," she tells me; "but there's A LOT of stuff."

God bless America.

Speaking of, I would just like to say how really great it is to have the Obamas representing our country. We were watching the Inaugural Balls last night and they reminded me of wedding videos with their cute way of dancing and talking to one another in their public privacy.

I find it hard to believe that hate can possibly exist in this country now. Good trumps. Get used to it.

Monday, January 19, 2009

A Whole New U

So, yeah, we watched "Space Seed" last night because we're nerds. It's just the way it works out. Wrath of Khan isn't on BluRay yet so the verdict is still out on whether or not that's really his chest. Those who say "yes" feel pretty strong about it, but I just don't know...

We have started the rebuilding process. I've ordered Om Shanti Om from Amazon and we have a new PlayStation. The phone helper at EA Games was really sweet in helping us replace the Rock Band 2 dongles that were stolen with the console. You can't play the guitar without a dongle, just ask Pete Townsend. Unfortunately you can't buy dongles, so we had to cry to EA Games and they were very, very helpful, Gar bless 'em.

But it was hard going through the BluRay selection at Target because it kept reminding me of what was stolen and, more important, of what I forgot to put on the police report. How could I forget that we had the first season of the Dukes of Hazzard on dvd? Oh well, I guess it won't ever come back. And why would they take it? So random.

What will come back is my red suitcase. I didn't even know they took it, but how else would you carry all that stuff? It makes sense. It may have been used to steal from other people too. The cops found it on Saturday and called because my name is on the tag (way to think it through, thieves). It's been impounded, but I have to wait until tomorrow to find out if any of our listed stuff is at the station with it.

I'd really like to get the stuff back, but by Saturday we had kind of moved on, and this is a little bit of a setback. I just want to hire guard dogs and get on with my life.

Alora. Tomorrow is a new day and a new president and a new future and the past is the past. Tomorrow it'll all be okay.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Speaking of Khan....

Actor Ricardo Montalban Dies at 88

14 January 2009 2:28 PM, PST | From IMDb News

Ricardo Montalban, the dashing Mexican actor who gained fame for two iconic television roles -- that of the vengeful Khan in Star Trek and the mysterious Mr. Roark in Fantasy Island -- died on Wednesday at his home in Los Angeles; he was 88. No cause of death was given, though it was known that Montalban had suffered from complications after undergoing 9 1/2 hours of spinal surgery in 1993 to alleviate an injury he suffered in 1951 while filming the western Across the Wide Missouri. The surgery, however, did not resolve his medical problems, and he found himself primarily confined to a wheelchair. A career in Mexican films led to Hollywood and an MGM contract in 1946, and he was cast in a number of Esther Williams films (his American feature debut was in 1946's Fiesta opposite the swimming star) as well as westerns and dramas opposite such stars as Lana Turner and Jane Powell.

After leaving MGM in the mid-fifties, Montalban appeared on numerous television shows, though it was his singular turn as the villainous Khan Noonien Singh, one of a group of genetically engineered "supermen" in the "Space Seed" episode of Star Trek for which he became most remembered, and he reprised that role in the 1982 box office hit Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan. By the time that film was released, Montalban had also become famous to a new generation of television viewers as the enigmatic Mr. Rourke, the host of the ABC Saturday night staple Fantasy Island (1978-1984), where he would preside over cautionary tales of those who wished to have their most desired fantasies fulfilled. (Around the same time, Montalban did a number of commercials for the Chrysler Cordoba, where his exhortations of the cars "rich Corinthian leather" would become an affectionate pop culture reference.)

After his role as Khan, Montalban continued to appear in television (most notably on the Dynasty spin-off The Colbys) and in film (as the villain of the comedy The Naked Gun: From the Files of Police Squad!) until his surgery curtailed his acting career. Montalban continued to work, however, appearing in all three of the Spy Kids films and doing voice work for the television shows Kim Possible and Family Guy. Montalban's wife, Georgiana Young (the younger sister of actress Loretta Young) died in 2007; the two had been married since 1944 and had four children.

Not only, but also ...

Patrick McGoohan Dead At 80

14 January 2009 10:16 AM, PST

Dude. What a week and it's only Wednesday.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

What and woe!

Mom just mailed me and said that Shah Rukh Khan was at the Golden Globes. I'm always the last to know...

Now that I'm done freaking out

Thank you all -- yes, we're safe-ish. Somewhat depressed and angry, but safe. Veda appears unscathed and remains cuddly.

So the cop finally came last night and took pictures and I was able to put things back and found my grandmother's anniversary ring at the bottom of my sock drawer. Maybe because the box was white, I don't know, but they skipped over it and it's going into a safe deposit box today along with my Social Security card (found safe, t'anks God) and my vehicle license.

Sure, a lot of stuff can be replaced -- although where we'll get another copy of Om Shanti Om is a mystery -- but a lot of it is just gone. My grandmother's grammar school graduation ring, some glassy gaudy costume jewelry that belonged to my great grandmother -- worthless to anyone else but me and I can't replace it. And we have to go to work today and that's really going to suck. We have to leave and get on with it all and lock down and that's just plain irritating.

Fuckers.

I've got a local game shop in town on the look out for our stuff (because, really, you're not going to find too many people trading in a Bollywood BluRay movie with a Formula 1 game) and I hope they call me before they call the cops. I'd like to go collect on it personally

with a baseball bat.

I can't believe they took a Starbucks card. That's so petty-weird.

Monday, January 12, 2009

And then the worst year got even worse

Thieves broke into the house. They stole the Playstation. They took all of our BluRays and all of our games. They took my great-grandmother's pearls. They took our camera. They took my grandmother's ruby and diamond ring that my grandfather gave her for their 50th wedding anniversary. They rifled through my underwear and pulled stuff out from under my bed. They went through my closet.

They took the Starbucks card my mom gave me for Christmas.

They let the cat out. She came back.

They left the computer. I had the mini Dell with me at school. They left the big TV and the Rock Band instruments.

They took away all of the sleep I was going to get tonight, tomorrow night and the next night and the next.

It's all learning though, isn't it?

Here's what I learned today:

The military is stupid. If you believe in art you should go on one of those programs that studies organic farming in Europe or something.

Planet Earth is really cool, especially while smoking "a lid".

Getting "the memo" is school equivalent to getting THE SYLLABUS and people who get the memo often don't really seem to get the memo.

Yoga is good for you, even more so than the Tylenol with codeine. Go figure.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

'Ey, RocCO

So the boy's name is Rocco Joseph, which, as you know, I had some misgivings about. Until I saw who he was named after:

Wheet-wooo. (What gorgeous teeth!)

Everything's gonna be arright.

Thursday, January 08, 2009

It's a boy, Mrs Hateful. It's a boy.

The wee brother has a masculine child now, and Pop is so pleased to have "someone to carry on the Hart name" ... since the world is completely void of Harts right now. No first name yet, although the brother was kicking around Rocco or Nico. I'm all for Nico -- sultry singer or Williams driver ... what's not to love? Rocco is Madonna's kid, and that's got a touch of celebrity fun about it, but it's also got a touch of mafia/cab driver. I expect more from my neph. Like being a cab driver who becomes Pope with help from the mafia. (The Pope - the Holy Father himself - has this very day blessed Michael Corleone; and you think you know better than the Pope?)

He was 8 lbs something. (Is that a baby or a turkey? It's a baby. Pretty small for a turkey.)

Monday, January 05, 2009

The Things They Carried

First day of Winter Term and I'm lugging around the following bits of junk:
2 books for Digital Freedom
3 books for Poetry
1 book for MacroEconomics with cd
1 500 page wirebound notebook for all classes
2 report covers
1 yoga mat
1 pair of pants
1 umbrella
1 mini laptop with plug

Added:
1 bottled water

It was as I was buying that bottled water that I was deciding if it was really worth it to carry one more mutha effing thing around. I was already at about 75 lbs of stuff (not counting the overcoat) spread out over 2 bags. But it meant being a dollar lower in weight and I was thirsty, so ...

Then, it turns out that I don't have class from 3 to 5 like I thought, but from 4 - 6. Which means that I can come home for lunch. Which means I didn't have to tote all that crap to school this morning because I only needed 2 books, 1 yoga mat and 1 pair of effing pants.

Which makes me stupit.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Und der Kittenbox mach ein grobe gehen


www.catsthatlooklikehitler.com. Proving once again that the internet is a wonderful and glorious tool.

Scraping the life back in order after California -- I still have Christmas cards to open and the cousin/roommate has already taken down the tree (Veda liked to climb it and pee on it, so...). I don't think I have clean clothes to wear to work today, which means dressing up in skirts n' junk.

It was a good if busy holiday. Family time is a special time full of anger, disappointment and envy, but travel means being able to finally read some non-school books: Ian Fleming's short stories ... dude ... 3 really good ones and some that just serve to expose Fleming's inner weirdo; Robert Wagner's autobiography, which I read in one day because I couldn't stop -- Barbara Stanwyck, that's all I'm sayin'. Pick it up. Read it now.; and I started Gene Wilder's "My French Whore" which is pretty delightful so far.

Flight Highlights:

- getting to the airport 2 hours before the flight (3:30 am) only to discover that airport employees don't start work until an hour before the flight
- getting docked $25 for my second suitcase after being told by email that it was only $15 and that was because gas prices were high and now that they're low again ... what the?
- sitting for an hour in Portland as they de-ice the plane twice and breathing in that toxic nastiness while the autistic woman next to me repeated random phrases like "Windows," "Posted Placards" and "Bathroom"
- oh yeah, she would repeat them by leaning over into my personal space to make sure I heard her
- coming back next to the extra-large man who wouldn't put down the arm rest and then proceed to try to sleep with his head on the tray table

But my luggage got to the carousel without underpants falling out, so all-in-all a successful journey.

Now I just really, really want to sleep.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Merry Xbox

The last card has been sent. Santa has already come to the house (and left a lovely King Size KitKat bar) and Netflix has sent Kal Ho Naa Ho just in time to take it on the plane to California. Dear person who will sit next to me, I'll try not to dance to this in my seat, but I can't promise anything.

I don't like Christmas in general because I don't think you should be nice to people only one day a year, so pretend this is just like any other day ... oh, except that it's also D.W.'s birthday.

And that makes it special.

See you all in a few days.



How do you NOT dance to it?


Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Snap

It's freezing here. No. Really. I know, that sounds wussy to my friends "back East" but we don't usually get down to 10 degrees here in Eugene. It just ain't fittin'. I was kicking icicles off the bumper of the car yesterday. That ain't right. That ain't Oregon.

But the Christmas cards are done and I shipped off the wee brother's presents yesterday, so I feel I'm ahead of the game holiday-wise. Sure I've still got to come up with gambling money for next week and it's going to be freezing rain and snow today which kiboshes shopping for in-town family, but that doesn't mean I can't keep changing my avatar on Rock Band, right? I need to figure out how to screen shot it for the blog. She's all cuted up -- although I don't remember opting in on the tongue piercing ... that's troubling.

Grindhouse now rocks most of Western Europe (Dublin was particularly receptive to our panicky sight-reading of "Alex Chilton") and once we win that plane in Madrid ... dude ...

It's a little bit of a concern that we only just bought this thing on Saturday. I'm afraid the early obsession will quickly turn into boredom and then resentment. Are there help groups, therapy sessions, for people who have lost the love for Rock Band 2? Or am I anticipating all of this disappointment simply to keep off the depression that will come with failure once we stop playing on the Easy level?

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

It's 12 degrees outside and Christmas is next week.

How the hell did this happen?

Monday, December 15, 2008

You Only Christmas Twice

Friday I got the report that the platelets were down again (42), and the doctor doesn't seem too concerned that they're going the wrong way, although we just watched an episode of House where there was fictional concern that a patient's platelets were down to 35, but anyway... not happy.

Saturday the cousin/roommate's parents left town and I shopped for other people n' junk and then ran across town and went to the company Christmas party where the boss kept asking cousin/roommate/coworker and me to sit at the big table, but since we were kind of cheating on the one free drink (I gave mine to the c/r/c) ... it just wouldn't be fittin' to do that in front of the guy who was paying, ya know?

And throughout all of this we keep hearing about STORM WATCH with the worst snow in 10 years on the way, and me with no paper to write and no story to cover in other towns, decided we needed a stay-in day. So with everything taken care of Saturday afternoon, Saturday night we bought Rock Band 2.

This is the bestest Christmas present EVER.

MPH on drums and Veda Vacant on guitar (and some other people who fill in, like the female vocalist who sings like Beck) ... ladies and gentlemen, presenting ... GRINDHOUSE.

We've already won a van and traveled from our hometown of Stockholm to Amsterdam. We've rocked out enough for me to buy the combat shorts I'd had my eye on. I toyed with piercings, but I've got this librarian look going and I'm not sure yet where I want to go with the face jewelry.

We'll see.

I love Christmas.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Debtors ring, are ya listenin'...

End of term, time to sleep and reassess the meaning of it all, and buy a bunch of stuff I can't afford.

Actually, the cousin/roommate's been spending the most $$ lately, but he can afford it since he ain't got none credit card debt.

Really, that's our house n' stuff. We live with this beautiful oak bit of loveliness. The decorations are by the cousin/roommate's mom. Isn't that a sweet buffet? I envision having decanters of scotch on top so I can invite people in and offer them a drink. Or, on our hunting party weekends we'll put out the samovar and the heated pans of eggs and Irish bacon. "Have you breakfasted yet, Sir Henry?"

Or we'll store tea things and playing cards in it.

This is the cousin/roommate's bed.

Yeah ... I don't want to talk smack about Ikea, but you can see why I feel a little ashame'd to be sharing a house with this across the hall from my rounded pine Schuflenfurger.

Thank you all for your nice comments on the story -- it helped me rate an A+ in Reporting II. Do I still want to give up on reporting? ... ... eeeyeah, kinda. It's fun and all, but the chances of scoring a job right now are really slim. And, honestly, I just want Ebert's gig at the Sun. The name dropping and reminiscing that fills the reviews now ... dude. Gimme da keys.

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

okay okay

School meeting story here.

This week's city council story should be up later ... although he was doing a lot of editing. It was late. I'd been up since 3:30 am, so I don't expect front page this time. After the high comes the low low.

Saturday, December 06, 2008

DUDE!

Not only did I make the paper, my story was front page at the top.
Front.
Page.
Top Story.

As God as my witness, I'll never be humble again.

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Ladies and Gentleman, I'm a Cook!

Saw my name in print yesterday. I like the taste of it.

Reporting is still an irritating job, but so is answering questions about erasers, so maybe I'll do both one day. Can't quit the cash cow in favor of a dying medium. But there's something really satisfying about telling someone "I'm Li'l Hateful from the Sentinel -- did you mean what you said about the governor being a big fat liar?" and then seeing "xxx says the governor is 'a big fat liar'" in the paper.

Not that my story included that line ... because it didn't fit and she just said he was "inaccurate" not a liar, but still...

Watched Harold and Maude for class last week. I've seen it about 40 times and it makes me cry every time. Our little Harold ...

I don't think he's a nihilist.

I'm just sayin'.

One more day and then finals and then I can concentrate on important things like blogging. Sweah.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Good Dog, Creck

Lars axed me to put up my police ride story, so here it is. I'm not counting this as published. I'm going to hold firm to the idea of traditional journalism in the form of newspapers, print and the dinosaurs that deliver them to your front door. Blogs. Don't. Count.

It was a slow Saturday night on the swing shift. Officer Creck only left the patrol car twice, once just to chase his rope ball.

Creck is one of four K-9 officers in the Springfield Police Department. He is a German shepherd from the Czech Republic (by way of Bakersfield, Calif.) and has been patrolling the streets of Springfield for more than four years with his partner, Officer Tony Del Castillo. Creck’s trained to search buildings and inspect cars, but his favorite pastime is the vehicle pursuit. That’s where Creck gets to show off.

Only two patrol cars are allowed on a vehicle pursuit and one of those will always be a K-9 unit, Del Castillo said. This is in case the suspect leaves the vehicle and runs. Police dogs like Creck can track a suspect quickly. Human officers can take much longer and are not always effective, Del Castillo said.

According to the Springfield Police Department website, the K-9 program started after it took five officers over 90 minutes to find a theft suspect in a Bi-Mart store. When caught, the suspect admitted that he had been hiding in a box, close enough to touch one of the officers. A similar situation happened shortly afterward at a K-Mart store on 21st Street. Police officers made two inspections of the building and found no one. The K-9 was called in and found the suspect within minutes.

Like his fellow police dogs on the force, Creck is trained from a puppy specifically to assist police officers. Police dogs and their human partners spend four months living and training together before hitting the patrol on a work schedule. The first month is just for bonding, Del Castillo said. He fed Creck and played with him but issued no commands apart from disciplinary ones. Once they build a trust with their human partners, police dogs begin two to three months of command training.

All of Creck’s commands are in Czech because that’s the language he was raised with, and it’s easier than retraining in a new language, Del Castillo said.

When Del Castillo throws the rope ball Creck’s instinct is to run for it, but one command will stop Creck in his tracks. He will not move, no matter what distractions surround him, until Del Castillo gives the “go” command in Czech.

Last Saturday Creck had little to do, and that’s okay, too. There are only a couple of pursuits a month. The rest of the time is spent on patrol with Del Castillo. Sometimes that means riding in the car and waiting, never getting the chance to track “the bad guys.”

According to the 2007 “City of Springfield Police Department Annual Statistical Report” reported crime dropped 14.5 percent from 2006 and arrests were down 17.3 percent.

“We deal with 10 percent of people 90 percent of the time,” Del Casillo said. That can make for a slow Saturday, but Del Castillo doesn’t mind. Slow days means people aren’t breaking laws.

“Someone walking down the street is just someone walking down the street,” Del Castillo said.

Creck is just as easygoing as his partner when he’s not on alert, willing to come up to a stranger for a pat on the head and a scratch behind the ears. But when he hears Del Castillo issue a command, Creck is all business and ready for any situation that comes his way, even if it’s just chasing down a rope ball.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Thanks, I'm Giving This to You

I'm thankful that this year is almost over. The cat, the blood thing, the mystery illness, moving again, economics ... dude ... I'm so done with it.

I'm thankful that in one week I'll be able to read a book and finally finish watching Chak De! India ... maybe even sleep a little.

I'm thankful that I live in a house with heat, a neighborhood with neighbors, a city with a conscience, a county that includes city and country people, a state that includes Powell's City of Books, a country that is moving forward and may one day actually be what it imagines itself to be, and a world where a deadbeat can be in internet star: Where The Hell is Matt (and thankful that Wuh sent me the video today).

Friday, November 21, 2008

In the Meantime...

I'm working on 2 media papers and a website, so for your reading pleasure I'll be using someone else's literature. This is probably ... almost definitely ... the best review I've ever read on Amazon. It's for Sixteen Tambourines by The Three O'Clock (found at random while looking for the lyrics to "Jet Fighter Man"):

What Time Is It?
April 21, 2003
By A Customer

Jesus died at three o'clock. The previous band name (The Salvation Army) had to be deep-sixed, for copyright reasons. But you can't keep a good band down, and the boys were going to have their last laugh, at the expense of the petty Christians and their humanity-serving organizations. Take that you Bible thumpers!

But is this a good band, and are they boys? Yes to the first part, no to the second part. These are chipmunks with bad haircuts and oxford shirts. But unfortunately, the name "The Chipmunks" was also copyrighted...

But again, you can't keep a good band down. And even a chipmunk can dream...of being a Jet Fighter. Jet Fighter Man/That's What I Am/Cuz Tanks Go Too Slow.

When I was in grammar school, the word "gay" was tossed around among the kids as a perjorative. Immature young punks we were, but the word "gay" wasn't a sexually loaded insult. Just a derisive term for things that weren't cool, or tended towards the "sissy" part of the coolness spectrum. If I may return to my grade school days, let's just go ahead and call this the "gay"-est music you'll ever hear. If Isaac Hayes is matter, Michael Quercio is anti-matter. If you're driving through the "tough" section of town, you do not want your windows rolled down with The Three O'Clock blaring on your stereo.

But I sincerely love this band, and have taken much abuse for listening to them. Funny looks, shaking heads, snide remarks. I have received much disdain for my appreciation and affinity of this band. And Sixteen Tambourines is their finest album. Even with the Bee Gees cover.

Jet Fighter is quite simply the perfect pop song, and who'd a thunk it, with the less-than-promising intro to the song. Weird electronic twang into a cheesy high keyboard with a stupidly-simple drum rat-tat-tat-tat-tat. Then the most absurd guitar progression ever, a chromatic run of notes that goes absolutely nowhere. Verse one is shouty and stupid. But then...the chorus kicks in. And the song takes off. Like a Jet Fighter. And then you're tapping your foot, having a good time. The Stone Roses would imitate this in the closing song to their classic debut. I Am the Resurrection starts out with a simple drumbeat, a repetitive bassline, and a chant-chanty verse. And you don't appreciate it until you hear the song again and again and again.

Compare the guitar line in Stupid Einstein to Sally Cinnamon. This is a formidable band we're dealing with here. You can forgive the reference to the "master race" in this song. It's bubble gum pop sui generis. Tomorrow is driven by a pulsing keyboard riff and a heavenly vocal melody, and the middle eight is the highlight of the song, not just a trite instrumental but more vocals telling us to "Stay Young/When Life/Goes Wrong/I'll Help You." Have more soothing words ever been sung? It took me...over three years...to appreciate On My Own, but now I think it's possibly the class song of the album.

It seems that most Three O'Clock aficionados consider Arrive Without Traveling to be there magnus opus. I think they are tragically misguided. The songs of AWT are more complex, the band is tighter, and the opening track is ferocious (for chipmunks that is). And then Hand in Hand...oh I SWOON just thinking about that song. But on Sixteen Tambourines you have this onslaught of pop diamonds, one after the other, and they turn your brain into that sickeningly sweet red jelly inside of those powdered donuts. This is one of the top 5 albums from the 1980s, in my estimation. And the places this album will take you. A Day in Erotica...hear what chipmunks sound like when they are in heat! When Lightning Starts...funky chipmunks with saxophones! And don't forget that Bee Gees cover!

Oh yeah. Ignore tracks 11-16.

Friday, November 14, 2008

I'm busy, really

You'd think now that I'm portable I'd be more regular about putting stuff up, but it looks like I'm slipping even further behind. I guess I can put it down to the problem of using the laptop to run episode of "House" instead of blogging -- but I'm writing a 20-page analysis of gender, race and disability stereotypes, so I need to research. Right?

Academics come first.

Almost typed "Academics come fist" ... and that amuses me.

It's been a boring week anyway, or at least one that I didn't really keep up with as it went by. I'm still a little thrown off by today being Friday. Wasn't yesterday Monday? I'm sure it was. I remember ... doing something ... Monday-ish, although I'm not entirely sure what it was.

Class is starting up and we're discussing White Heat (which I compared musically to King Kong -- honestly, listen to the score and show me where I'm wrong. That nutty Max Steiner, man. He knew exactly what he was doing).

Sunday, November 09, 2008

The Changeling

No, not the new Jolie picture -- not to knock the Jolie and Squint, but that movie looks kind of bloated and Oscar-panderish. I think JCVD is going to be the movie of the year.

The changeling in this case is the cousin/roommate, who has yet to come out of his new adult bedroom. I predict he will awaken as a new man. Yesterday he removed himself from the floor and onto a real mattress on a real bed. I know in Japan sleeping on a floor is just fine, but in Eugene ... I guess it's still just fine in most places, but today that trend has ended on Taylor St. As proof of it, he's still snoring in there.

We also have a lovely sectional with a chaise lounge and in about a week we'll have a dining room table. Ad-Dults. We are adults, and it feels right fine.

Other news -- the mini Dell ... you know, if they weren't such bastards I would recommend buying one. If you do decide to get one I have 2 bits of advice: cry into the phone and, if they delay shipment, tell them you want to cancel the order. They shipped it 3 days after I called to cancel it, which got it to me 2 weeks before I was scheduled to receive it. Had I known that would work I would have tried it weeks ago.

It's not a bad little laptop and it will fit into most lunchboxes. It weighs less than my AP Stylebook. For $500, that's pretty sweet. Now, with my cellphone and my iPod and my laptop, I can finally fit in with the kids, right? Time to buy some Hollister jeans ... oh, wait ... am I an woman or a misses, even though I have to buy juniors pants? Being an adult is tough.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Yes we can

Last night I wasn't going to watch it because I didn't want to get my hopes up only to wake up to another Republican morning. So we took time to buy some food, make some food, hanging around the kitchen away from the television, until about 7:30.

When he won Pennsylvania I nearly had a coronary. When he won Ohio I thought maybe this time it'll be okay, maybe this time it'll work, maybe this time -- Then came Florida! Then Virginia -- Virginia was looking totally McCain and then THEN it went blue! Then McCain gave in and wisely didn't allow Palin to speak, but as eloquent and old-school McCain, the McCain I used to like, as he was, it was disturbing to hear the boos in the Biltmore audience.

What the f...?

Tried calling my mom all night to find out that she was on the phone with the little brother the whole time. The little brother and wife voted McCain/Palin. What the F...?! WHAT??? And mom tells me that my one of my aunts claimed to have "proof" that Obama was the Antichrist.

But then, this morning, he was still president and it was all okay.

Some kids in the student union were talking about how they knew Obama would win and so they just went to bed.

I couldn't sleep.

Monday, November 03, 2008

For the record

I've decided I don't want to be a copy editor anymore. I don't want to be a reporter either. Can't I just watch movies and review them? How the hell did Ebert get his job? Do I need to write some crap sequel to an exploitation picture to get noticed?

That is all.

Saturday, November 01, 2008

Some Scary Sh...t

Scary: This is one of the many spiders we keep finding in the house. It's similar to the one Veda was wrestling with a couple of weeks ago. Where the hell do they keep coming from and why won't they die die die die die? By the way, for size comparison, think of a small dog.


Scarier: this comment from my mom's friend, "I'm worried that if Obama wins the election the black people will think they can take over." Dude. It's not like she lives in the south. This is coming out of California. Now every time I see someone with a McCain/Palin sign I think "racist motherf----". That ain't right.

Scariest: pictures from this year's Halloween party. We were comics/cartoons, and, yes, Silvia, you can say "I KNEW it!" because when you have glasses and not a lot of time (and already own most of the clothes) Velma is the easy way out.

That's me with my "date" Racer X. Her costume was borrowed from the cousin/roommate who couldn't make the gig, so she wasn't sure about wearing it, but wanted to go to the party. ("I don't even know who it is," she said. He's the most misunderstood racer in Formula 1, I told her. "Oh. Okay. Do I have to wear the mask? I feel like a condom.") Jaysis, I look fat, smug and a-sexual. Costume success. Yeah, that's not my hair, by the way.

Wuh was the great (greatest) Marlys, which is funny because I also checked out Lynda Barry for costume ideas, but couldn't scrape it together fast enough. Wuh even decked out in freckles. She's my hero.

But the winners...

You know, I thought their Gene Rayburn/Julie the Cruise Director were good outfits, and the Wes Anderson combination was masterful (we won't talk about the year he was Yanni), but Cruella and Yukon Cornelius? Come on. The best ever. Haven't we all secretly wished for the marriage of Disney with Rankin-Bass?

Sunday, October 26, 2008

K-9, 24-7

Who'da thought this term would be worse than that time I took Information Gathering? But, when I'm not writing papers, watching films, or getting beat on headline writing, I get to do really cool stuff like ride around with the cops.

Spent 4 hours in a K-9 unit yesterday with a Czechoslovakian dog named Creck and his human, Tony. We toured the town looking for crime and finding nothing. Creck didn't get out of the car except to chase his rope-ball or intimidate some stoners in a stolen car. It'sa' nicea town, this Oregon. We don't have a lot of trouble with the bad people. Two of our calls were for nothing and one ended before we even got there.

I likes small town living.

Maybe I'll be a cop. It's got to be better than sitting in here on a Sunday and responding to emails calling me "Sir" or "Gentlemen" -- mein Gott, when will the old men learn that women are in the fecking workplace?

Roger that. Hateful out.

Monday, October 20, 2008

The Bomb

I'm o'pposed to be working on my paper about The Seventh Seal, but in my weekly newspaper reading for typos and copy edit errors, I came across the review (and full-page ad) for Dr. Atomic, John Adams' new opera ... and I'm totally obsessed with it. The YouTube videos have weird pop-up notes ("This is my favorite song") which irritate me too much to add any of them to the blog, but I can't stop staring at the photos and wishing there was a way to make the opera entirely black and white (apart from "Red Alert").

Heh ... I have nerdy opera fantasies ... heh heh ...

Okay, yeah ... back to Bergman. Religion, art and death ... yah yah yah.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Reporting Has Made Me Sic

Dude, I know it was that kid next to me coughing up a lung on Thursday. School is a germ breeding ground, my friends. Half of the editing class was out with it, and now I had to cancel my police ride-along.

So to all the people I asked to commit a crime, I'm sorry. If you got pulled over I was not there to report it. Can you do it again next week? Thanks.

Not so sick that I can't work on a Halloween costume. This year it's cartoon characters (don't say it Silvia ... I know. I KNOW, it would be so easy, but I'm not gonna do it, ya hear? I'm not.) and we've been to the Value Village to stock up on props. The cousin/roommate is going to be awesome, although I still think Skeletor would have been great, but still, he's hit on a good one ... hey, maybe I'll be Skeletor.

That is all.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Badda Boom. Badda Bing.

I just forgot my password to log into Blogger. That's where my head's at.

Every year I've got at least one class that breaks'a my heart. It's usually in the Journalism school, and this term it's that Reporting class. You know, friends, I want to stay positive about it, but when you get your story back with a page full of typed notes on what's wrong with it (with a brief pat-your-back start) and there are red marks throughout the piece ... mein Gott. It's a crusher. What makes it worse (and I know, I KNOW, good students don't do this) is that I looked across the table at someone else's story. There was a 3 line cover sheet and 2 marks of red pen.
2.
And I'm sure one of them was "great job!"

To balance, I got 100% on a copy editing assignment -- So I'm done with writing. I'm just going to correct other people's junk from now on. That's the job for me. Too bad copy ed. internships are in places like Ohio or Pennsylvania or Iowa.

I mean, I don't want to regret going to school and all, but I like Eugene. I don't want to live in Winesburg, Ohio and work for Little Town News. I want to stay here, where I just got the books shelved. But, apparently, if I want to translate this experience into real work I'll need to be flexible on location (and pay scale). Had I known that by graduation I'd be getting an unusable degree I would have switched over to the English Department a long time ago and worked at a bookstore/library/legit job like the majority of real people I know. You were all totally right. I chose poorly. As it is, I'll just pay this off and be thankful that I learned a little something about Italian, Beat poetry and Bollywood.

Cah, and I'll come out of my university experience without even having met a husband. Why? Why? Shoulda' rushed a sorority when I had the chance. If only I'd gone Kappa Delta...

Saturday, October 11, 2008

ver. min. man.

We came home from the market on Thursday and found Veda wrestling on the floor with what turned out to be a giant spider. The f**ker was almost too big for the pint glass to get around him. And the big toothy-looking things on the front ... dude. Huge.

Then, last night while I'm cooking food and moving back and forth between the counter space, I hear behind me: "Oh. My. God."

The cousin/roommate had just gone outside to check the meter to see what kind of damage the ceiling heat might do, so I had pictures in my head of the thing spinning out of control and what winter would be like without heat and how much that would suck because it would be yet another winter where I freeze in my room -- But then he says:

"There's a dead mouse in the kitchen."

Yeah, right there. Right where I had been standing and picking out which onion to use.

So, on the one hand, Veda's proven that she can finish the job, which was something Cat never did. Cat would carry a mouse around in her mouth for fun and cousin/roommate always had to seal the deal. But, on the other hand, does this mean we're going to be sharing the house with critters all winter? If so, watch your backs. She looks sweet enough, but...


Veda, what's happened?

He's dead. He said horrible things. He didn't want me around anymore. He told me to get out. And then he laughed at me. He wouldn't stop laughing. I told him I'd kill him. He said I didn't have guts enough. I didn't mean to do it. I didn't mean to, I tell you. But the gun kept going off, over and over again. Then he was lying there, looking at me, just looking at me. You've got to help me. Give me money to get away - and time. I've got to get away before they find him.

(wearily) I can't get you out of this, Veda.

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Essay Time

School is stupid. I hate it. The end.

Women & Minorities in the Media -- Apart from learning that I'm racist because I'm white, this is so far all familiar territory, which makes it a see-saw class: one moment comforting and familiar, and the next boring and a little tedious. But, just so you know -- You. You're white. You're a racist. So was Richard Burton and the Crocodile Hunter, who were also, by virtue of being men, sexist. Mind it.

Philosophy of Film -- That professor is a super hard-ass. He makes us watch movies and talk about them! Fecking' A. Who the hell does he think he is?

Newspaper Editing -- Fine until we had a math quiz. But I think I'd like a job as the grammar tsarina at the local daily. This may be my niche.

Reporting II -- If I start to talk about it I'll cry. I have no time to do the work because everything we're reporting on takes place during the day (except the football game, which starts at 7 pm and we have a story due by midnight). I want to drop it, but, honestly, I'm going to have to do it sometime, so it may as well be now. But, fahhhhhhh, I'd like to pay my rent this term and I don't think skipping work to cover a civil case is going to help me with that.

Sum up: My GPA is probably going to drop like a hot rock because all focus will go into Reporting II. I even considered dropping the movie class, but I need it for the film certificate and it's the only bright spot in the entire schedule. Okay, I don't get philosophy and mentioning Kant in a sentence to me means only a little more than mentioning Spinoza, but it's good to watch movies with an eye toward a larger meaning. I just have to let go of studying narrative over style ... the struggle ... the struggle...

Sunday, October 05, 2008

It's my job, man.

This email was waiting for me at work this morning. It's got everything except the dogs nipping at his rear-end (defiled all medical treatment indeed...):

My name is David Ibrahim, a merchant in Oman. I have recently been diagnosed with Esophageal cancer, which has defiled all medical treatment. Expert diagnosis has shown that I have few months to live.

The intention of this email is to employ the expertise of a business entrepreneur, who can identify a viable investment and guarantee reasonable returns on my wealth. This is to secure a future for my 4 years old son who lost his mother during birth. I cannot rely on his closest relatives any more, as they did not show responsible behaviour two years ago when I entrusted half of my wealth to them to invest on his behalf. They thought I wouldn’t survive the operation and then used the money for their personal needs.

To prevent any more mishaps, my attorney will act as a check, monitoring every aspect of the investment. Funds should be split in half and distributed to charity organisation and the other half, as investment for my son.

If this interests you, please reach me on the email address: --------------- to discuss terms and compensation.

Kind regard
David Ibrahim

Friday, October 03, 2008

The Political Blog

I got the laptop ordered, but only after crying into the phone: "This is the fourth phone number I've had today. They won't talk to me in Finance. How am I supposed to get this done?" -sniff- "Sorry ... I'm just so ... frustrated." Crying women make men nervous, I guess.

She breaks just like a little giiiirrrrlll.

Watched part of the debate, but, gosh, that opening bit about the mahms and dads on the soccer field kinda, you know, made me, well, gee ... kinda fecking furious. Dad's deciding on how to change his vote to Democrat. Seriously. He told mom "I wish the positions were reversed," which means he feels obligated to vote with the party, something he told me NEVER to do: "If the better man is on the other side, then you need to vote for him." He'll come around and see that light, unless Palin cries and then, well, gosh ...

I counted about 11 uses of "nu-cu-ler" from Palin before we turned it off to watch an old episode of Ryan's Hope -- the cousin/roommate didn't believe that the psycho bad guy from Dirty Harry played Frank, so we recorded it. (Man, the Soap Opera Channel ... what a crazy thing.)

But the funniest part of the debate, apart from her accusing Biden of "throwing up the white flag of surrender," which I thought was pretty ballsy for a girl, was her phrase "environmentally friendly drilling."

Will someone please explain to me what the f**k that is.

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Award-Winning Customer Service

If that award is WORST, I believe it.

For 5 days I've been trying to buy a fecking Dell mini laptop. They had a PayPal option and I used it (why not? It's secure, right?). PayPal wanted to verify it was me placing the order, so I went through their dog-and-pony verification process, and all was good. Tuesday I check my order status and it's cancelled. I call Dell. 7 times -- although technically only 4, since they hung up on my twice and once they transferred me to PayPal who had already fixed the problem!

So I put through another order. It was cancelled. I'm told that I have to talk to Dell finance, who won't call me back. I was put through to voicemail AGAIN. I called to put through another order and was transferred to THE PARTS DEPARTMENT ("You called the wrong number, ma'am." "THEY TRANSFERRED ME TO YOU!") who said they couldn't help me with the laptop order and that I had to call someone else or put it through online.

May I speak with your manager? "There's no manager here right now, ma'am."
They just hung up on me again.

Dell. You. Suck.