“On the edge of sleep, I drifted for half the night…”
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It was a great day, but I am far too tired to attempt to relate it now; that will be done after an appropriate amount of sleep.
Namaste.
Saturday
It was a great day, but I am far too tired to attempt to relate it now; that will be done after an appropriate amount of sleep.
Namaste.
Friday
This has been an interesting day. And a damn good one, too.
I woke up this morning at 9:07. In and of itself, that’s not too bad. The “odd” thing about it is that 9:07 seems to be my built-in, during-the-week failsafe time. I’ve turned off the alarm before (like this morning), and ::: bing ::: I wake up at 9:07. No idea why.
Work wasn’t bad. It was another fairly slow day, so I got some more admin things taken care of. And, I’m taking tomorrow off (more on this below). We also moved some fixtures around in the warehouse; we’re “thinking ahead” for a couple of months down the road – it’s easier to move things while we have the time and space rather than wait for it to become a critical issue.
After work, Jess and I went to the new Main Library (1, 2) to see Neil Gaiman. That building is amazing, the picture doesn’t do it justice – I’ll try to remember to take some decent ones tomorrow. We met
Neil Gaiman is not only a gifted writer, but his talents extend to oratory, as well. His overall talk, including the Q&A session, was just shy of two (2) hours. And there was not a wasted moment in that time. He talked of wanting to be a werewolf (childhood aspiration), gardening, myths, his thoughts on fan fiction (he likes it, but he doesn’t like being told that he “should read and like” a given fanfic), Delirium’s daughter¹, superheroes, why he writes about the things that he does, American Gods (as a title and a concept) and many other things. It was great. Fantastic. It made me want to write again, so, I guess that “inspirational” would be a good word to use, as well.
He’s doing a book signing tomorrow morning (which is why I’m taking the day off). I still have no idea where my Preludes and Nocturnes has decided to hibernate, so I bought a new copy. And a copy of The Wake. And a copy of American Gods (to get signed for my friend who introduced me to Mr. Gaiman’s work). Those items, along with Smoke and Mirrors and an issue of The Sandman for
Song of the Day
Dolphin’s Lullaby by Firefall from their self-titled CD
Quotes of the Day
I should probably make an effort to sleep since I intend to be downtown before the lines get too outrageous. Yes, it was a good day, indeed. And, I suspect that the weekend shall follow suit.
Namaste.
¹: Delirium, of the Endless, was based to some extent on Tori Amos. Neil read a poem that he wrote for Tori’s daughter before she was born. Before he read it, he asked that people not record it and/or if they did, not to post it online. He said that he liked the fact that it could not be found on the web via a search. I liked the fact that he wanted it to stay personal.
Thursday
Four days down, one to go. Maybe one-and-a-quarter… but, we’ll see.
Song of the Day
NPR and PRI Stories
Stray Toasters
I’m tired. Time to remove the secondary optical enhancers, perform the pre-repose hygiene rituals and then render myself inert for the next 6 or so hours.
Namaste.
Wednesday
Just another day in the neighborhood. It was a bit cold and blustery today, which made being indoors rather nice. Work was rather uneventful, but that allowed me to get a few things done.
Song of the Day
Tiger Bay by Golden Earring, from “No Promises… No Debts”
NPR and PRI Stories
Talk of the Nation
All Things Considered
Stray Toasters
I think that I might have to stop for a frozen mocha in the morning. And mini-bagels. Yes, that would be a good thing. But for now, I think that I shall call it a night.
Namaste.
Tuesday
Slow and fairly quiet day at work. This was a “good” thing, as it allowed me to get a few things done and not have to worry about putting out proverbial fires.
Song of the Day
NPR and PRI Stories
Talk of the Nation had a good piece about “Intellectuals on Campus,” featuring Dr. Freeman Hrabowski (President of the University of Maryland, Baltimore County).
Stray Toasters
Quote of the Day
Today’s quote comes from
I have a one-ass kitchen. I usually figure out how big a kitchen is by how many asses will fit in it. Actually, it’s more like a one-and-a-half ass kitchen…. Cailyn² fits in there, too.
And that’s it for now. I think. No, I’m pretty sure that’s it. But, even it that is not it, as Barenaked Ladies sang: “This is where it ends.”
Namaste.
¹: One of the members of this band is a friend (and former co-worker) of mine from N.C.
² – Cailyn is her 2½-year-old daughter
Monday
After a particularly slow “trying to wake up” phase, I got ready to face the day. Work wasn’t too bad. Actually, it wasn’t bad at all (I know that this is setting me up to go in tomorrow and find out just how bad it was, but I’ll deal with that if and when it comes up).
Song of the Day
The Dogs of War by Pink Floyd from the “A Momentary Lapse of Reason.
NPR and PRI Stories
Talk of the Nation
All Things Considered
The World
Fresh Air
Stray Toasters
And so, this entry ends. Now.
Namaste.
Sunday
You have to love it when not just one but both cats decide that they want to get onto the windowsill directly above your part of the bed. Early in the morning. I finally rolled out of bed around 11:00. I lazed around for a while, including some time actually playing my bass… something that I had not done in a long time before yesterday afternoon.
Dee came down and we whooped-up on HALO aliens. Unfortunately, they seemed more than happy to reciprocate. We killed a lot of them. They killed us. Often. We did clear a few levels, so there was a sense of accomplishment.
We went to see Cradle 2 the Grave tonight. It was not a great movie, but it was entertaining. If I were rating it, I would probably have to put it on the “Cool World-Long Kiss Goodnight” scale… but it would be near the top of the list. It was fun and it didn’t take itself too seriously.
That’s about all. Time to watch Stargate SG-1 and consider the benefits of a good night’s rest before work tomorrow.
Namaste.
Saturday
After going to bed far later than I should have, I had a horrible night’s sleep. I seemed to wake up almost every time that I turned over or moved. Then, one of the cats loudly knocked something over around 7:30… and again a few minutes later. And, one of our neighbors was hammering something around 9:30. I was actually glad for the hammering – it roused me from a post-snooze button sleep.
I dragged myself out of bed and made my way into the bathroom. I followed the proscribed rituals d’hygeine and got dressed. I gathered my things together to head out to work. And that is when I noticed it.
It was snowing. Again.
I went outside, started the car and proceeded to brush the snow from the car. I went to work, took care of a few things and left after 2½ hours. There is nothing that compares to a short and uneventful day at work.
When I got home, Jess showed me something on DirecTV’s Freeview: Rush in Concert, specifically the A Show of Hands concert.
After that, we went out for lunch and wandered around for a bit. We went out to dinner and a comedy club with Heather,
Then it was off to bowling:
And now, we’re back… and I’m tapped, so I think that I shall call it a night.
Namaste.
Friday
Fairly quiet day at work. Of course, oversleeping made for a rushed pre-work morning. I did, however, stop at a Beans & Brews for a cup of espresso-laden frozen mocha goodness… and mini-bagels.
NPR and PRI Stories
Song of the Day
Triangle by Herbie Hancock, from “Inventions and Dimensions”
Stray Toasters
As I’m going to work for a couple of hours tomorrow, I should probably get some sleep. Yes, that would be a good thing.
Namaste.
P.S. for
Her name was Lola.
She was a showgirl..
Thursday
On the whole, today was a pretty good day. Indeed.
Now, let’s get down to brass tacks.
NPR and PRI Stories
Talk of the Nation
All Things Considered
There was sabre-rattling news today, but the story that sticks out the most was not about Iraq or North Korea. It wasn’t about stem cells. It wasn’t even about corporate scandals and misdoings.
It was about a man. The man was Fred Rogers, more commonly known simply as “Mr. Rogers.” He died today at the age of 74. Like many others in my age group, I spent many afternoons in his neighborhood. Some called him corny or out of touch. I wouldn’t go that far. Think about it: There had to be something behind what he said – the show did run for over 30 years. And, as popular as it was with kids, I know a few kids-at-heart who would tune in every once in a while, too.
Tomorrow, Fresh Air will rebroadcast Terry Gross’ interview with Mr. Rogers; check your local NPR station for the time.
Fred Rogers
1928 – 2003
‘Bye, neighbor.
Songs of the Day
Stray Toasters
Just one thing. Before I left work, I was trying to decide what to have for dinner tonight. I considered cooking (steak) versus going out. I came home and still hadn’t figured it out. Fortunately, I had the wherewithal to look in the refrigerator. And there I saw it: Leftovers from Macaroni Grill. My hunger would be sated! But I was still tempted by the prospect of the steaks…
What did I do?
I cooked both. I ate the Macaroni Grill food and wrapped the steaks for dinner at a later date. I can easily deal with 0:05 of reheating versus 0:30 when all that I have to do is prepare vegetables to go with the steak. And, when prepared properly, reheated steak does not have the consistency of beef jerky or shoe leather.
Quotes of the Day:
Me (to vacuum): Just lie there and look pretty.
Erin: I bet you say that to all the girls.
Me: No, just the ones who… (looking down… )
And it was at this point that I realized that there was no good way out of this… and so I shut up. Until we both burst out in laughter.
And now, it’s time for bed.
Namaste.
Wednesday
Another quiet day. No fires to put out. It was nice.
Song of the Day
Pentagon Afternoon by Frank Zappa, from “The Yellow Shark”
Stray Toasters
And now, time to seek the lands beyond the Waking World.
Namaste.
Tuesday
I woke up to snow this morning. The local forecasters said that there was “a chance” of snow. That “chance” turned into 0:10 of clearing off my car. Other than that, it was a good day:
Song of the Day
NPR and PRI Stories
There were segments on both All Things Considered and The World that featured Shazia Mirza, a female comedian who happens to be Muslim. I found her interviews (The World) to be good and a delightful counterpoint to this post that was shown to me last night.
Quote of the Day
I was walking around the office this afternoon and discovered a roll of Life Savers in my jacket.
Me: Finding Life Savers in your pocket is like finding a little ray of sunshine.
Stray Toasters
As I mentioned above, the final ep of ‘Bebop aired tonight. There was a sense of finality to it. And giri. For those who don’t know what that means, it translates as “duty,” “obligation” or “justice.” It’s more than that though. There is a measure of personal honor that comes along with it. More than a measure, really, but you get the idea. (For the comics buffs out there, think Wolverine and his code of honor; Cartoon Network viewers, think Samurai Jack.)
That’s something that I’ve noted about many anime works: Unlike many (most) of their Western cousins, the characters (even the “bad/evil” ones) have complex motivations and drives. They are often three-dimensional characters, not just archetypes. It seems that many of today’s Western toons are watered-down eye candy. Yes, there are exceptions, but some are just fluff and pabulum (Def. 3). Something to keep the kids quiet and entertained and out of Mom and Dad’s hair. *shrug* And people wonder why cartoons (and, by association comics) are often looked down upon.
It comes down to the writing and creating not only a believable world in which the characters live and interact, but also believable characters. Some things are meant to be over-the-top and/or fantastic, but if you build it with structure and give it a bit of plausibility, there’s no reason that it couldn’t be “real.”
::: gets down from soapbox :::
Anyway, I hope that they do restart the series. I’d like to see how it began and how it arrived at the conclusion that I saw tonight.
But, for now… it’s bedtime.
Namaste.
Monday
Not a bad way to start off the week. No fires to put out. Even went on a minor field trip about midway through the shift.
Song of the Day
Circle Dream by 10,000 Maniacs, from the CD “Our Time in Eden”
NPR/PRI
Refer to previously posted links for the national shows.
KCPW talked about the new movie Poolhall Junkies on today’s “Talk of the City.” The movie was conceived of and shot here in SLC. Who knew!?
Johnny Doyle: The poolhall’s a great equalizer. In the poolhall, nobody cares how old you are, how young you are, what color your skin is or how much money you’ve got in your pocket…It’s about how you move. And I remember this kid once who could move around a pool table like nobody had ever seen. I mean, hour after hour, rack after rack, his shots just went in. The cue was part of his arm and the balls has eyes. And the thing that made him so good was…He thought he could never miss. I know, ’cause that kid was me.
Stray Toasters
I should probably do more than just think about getting some sleep. Something more pro-active. Like actually going to bed.
Namaste.
Sunday
I got to sleep in a bit this morning. That was nice. Somewhere around 10:30, Sissy decided that she wanted to climb into the window directly above the bed. Through the blinds. The racket of her picking at the blinds was enough to bring me out of my reverie.
I was planning on having an afternoon full of HALO-playing with Dee. Unfortunately, it seems as though something happened to a member of his family, so he won’t be able to make it. That is a matter of giri, for which I needed no explanation.
Stray Toasters
I suppose that I should do something that could be considered “productive” before I go out to play.
Namaste.
Saturday
Not so surprisingly, I’m winding down pretty quickly. That might have something to do with the fact that I slept poorly last night. Just maybe. There were probably a few random things that I wanted to add to this post, but I shall forego them until tomorrow. The realms of sleep sing a siren’s call that I cannot ignore.
Namaste.