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3.29.03 Off-Beat?
I happened upon this while Sweetie was showering. Upon hearing it was in the "off-beat" news section, he said, "That's offensive". He's right.
3.25.03 Civics Class:
Because I can't quite ignore the war, although I am truly trying, even if that isn't exactly a good thing to try and do.
Go here and shell out a few bucks. And go here and get appalled--it only takes a minute. Then go here and think about possibilities. And then go here and remember what has tried and failed. Then go read this--yep, the whole thing--and wonder what good can still be salvaged. Then turn your attentions towards home, and throw a few bucks at this neat lady who is just trying to make sure Seattle babies can go home with their parents after they're born. The law says they've gotta have a car seat, and those ain't cheap.
How 'bout those Oscars? Snarky highlight: turning the sound off during Renee Zellweger's presentation, and listening to Ty make a high-pitched, elmoesque muppet voice instead. Hoo Boy.
3.20.03 Teeth:
When I started on taking methadone a few months back--and don't get me wrong, it's helped some with the back pain--I didn't really get any explanation of the unmarketable effects, aka side effects. The one up for discussion today is Dry Mouth. I'm sure all of you have had a dry mouth at some point, perhaps even every day when you wake up, or every night after communing with your favorite bong. But you probably don't have one all the time, every day, even after you've had nine glasses of water.
And you should feel lucky. I have five new cavities, developed in the last few months of prescription-sponsered Dry Mouth. Five. I brush and floss, and even us flouride rinse. Mr. Dentist Man says that basically, having no saliva is worse than never brushing. He recommended a tube of $12 toothpaste--yep, you read that right, and said, "Well, at least you haven't had radiation treatments on your head. That destorys the salivary glands entirely". Yes, now I will give daily thanks for two things:
Not being on fire
Not having had headcentric radiation treatments
Have helicopters been flying over your home all day long, or just mine? Perhaps Saddam is hiding out in the Jewish old folks' home next door?
Consumer Society Poems: See what vanity surfing gets you? I was curious to see what was the most popular review of all those online. Instead, I find this, with a new grammatical error. Have fun with his other stuff.
Wee Birdies: Just now there were two small, extremely determined birds buzzing around my office window. From what I could tell, Mrs. Bird had decided that the eave above the window had the ideal nest location--it mattered not that the eave had been lined with small-bird-proof netting. She would zoom in, fuss about, and zoom off to a nearby branch where her husband-d'annee waited patiently. She finally hollered enough that he went in for a look; quickly determining that it was simply an impossible situation. He flew back to the branch, soothed her [ruffled feathers?] and off they flew, to more hospitable neighborhoods. I can't figure out what sort of bird they were--other than angry. He had a dark body and a pretty red throat. She was soft brown, with a white throat. Bigger than most finches, but I didn't see the right coloring in the sparrow section. Any ideas?
3.13.03 Hurrah
This afternoon, I recieved my first assignment from Citysearch. If my fabulous editor is any indication, this site is really going to be helpful with truly good content. Also-they're smartly designing it for mobile helpfulness--folks with palm pilots and M Life or whatever. Excellent.
I am experiencing a difficult combination of Too Busy and Too Sleepy from a new, mostly helpful, drug: Neurontin. While it helps, the middle-of-the-day pill really knocks me out. Just like Mama Said.
3.10.03 March!
This time, I don't mean "March like my favorite month", but "march" like "go march someplace and tell these fools to not make another dumb, expensive war". While I've been angry at the whole thing ever since it all started (my first reaction on 9/11 was "oh no now we're going to go make another dumb, expensive war; it's probably started already and I haven't heard"), I'm extra angry at this moment because of this little piece of truth that was forwarded to me today, that you've probably already seen, the Goering quote, "Voice or no voice, the people can
always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism, and exposing the country to greater danger."
Other than muttering about cyanide capsules willingly swallowed by bad leaders and some countries having all the luck, I thought mainly that I do not want anyone I know to end up like the German people I've read about from the 50s and 60s--humiliated, defensive, embarassed, and pointing fingers at each other, crediting personal safety and business interests as the reasons why they let their government do something they claimed to not want. When reading about those people, I generally scoffed--whatever, they were too nazis. And now I wonder. Maybe they were just like us.
On a different note, (fa!) I am on a new medication that seems to help, but makes me spacy and sleepy and very un-dextrous. Not clumsy, exactly, but I drop tiny things and have lots of trouble with lids and fine motor tasks.
On the last note of the day, (do!) if anyone can recommend a kitty litter that does not track, you may very well be able to prevent one nice kitty from being sold to science. No, there is nothing wrong with him, according to the vet. He just likes to strew mounds of litter down the hall. Or perhaps I should simply contact Dwell and have them run a piece. Gravel: The New Floor Covering of Choice. They could show photos of different mod, minimalist halls with Good Mews, Schweet Scoop, and Everclean, and talk about low maitenance and wise environmental choices.
3.5.03 March!
Of all months, the current one has the best name. Quick. Decisive. The only one that can be effectively hollered as an imperative. Three cheers for March! March, ho!
Recent book research has led me to discovering more of those odd corporate-sponsered days. March 12: National Luv-a-Hamster Day. June 9th: National Squish a Baby Bumblebee Day. Whatever. Do you actually have to purchase a day from someone, or if you can just pick a day and make it yours? Are some days worth more than others, like purchasing locations in search engines? I want October 25th to be officially declared "National Jill Lightner Appreciation Day". Birthdays are so 20th-century.
Good news: NW Palate has accepted my pitch for Islandwood as a feature-length piece. I'm happy for me, happy to work with a great editor again, and happy for Islandwood.
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