OK, apparently this was on during the Superbowl, but I admit I did a lot of fast-forwarding and didn't see it until the middle of Lost the other night.
It's better than Modern Family (which, if you're not watching that, get thee to Hulu, watch some episodes online and it will be your new favorite show).
Friday, February 26, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Sgt. Joe Montgomery
I was so impressed by the profile that I recommended in my last post that when the subject of it recommended another article by the same author I was happy to look it up and read it.
It's a really moving tribute to the men and women who bring home fallen soldiers from the battlefields in Iraq and Afghanistan.
If you can read it without crying, you are made of stone.
The Things That Carried Him, by Chris Jones (Click this link)
It's a really moving tribute to the men and women who bring home fallen soldiers from the battlefields in Iraq and Afghanistan.
If you can read it without crying, you are made of stone.
The Things That Carried Him, by Chris Jones (Click this link)
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Catching Up With the Interwebs
I sometimes feel like it is impossible for me to catch up with the internet. I have no idea where people find the time to blog, and cook italian, and make babies, and watch reality tv.
One of the things I found some time back was the Roget Ebert blog. I know I've mentioned this before, but I love Ebert's blog because he's so enthusiastic and has a wonderful wealth of experiences that he treasures and loves to share with people.
Of the entries he's blogged, my favorites are The Pot, his review of Ben Stein's terrible movie (I have a link, but there are so many comments it takes forever to load -- well worth it), and a very recent post about walking in London. They're all charming in their own way. He can be wordy at times, but you can forgive that for all his enthusiasm.
I came across an article today that is a profile of Ebert and -- although I knew he had some significant health issues (he doesn't shy from that in his blog) -- I guess I had come to mistake the vigor of his posts for the vigor of his body.
I liked it. It makes me sad, but it also made me a little bit proud to be a human, to know that there are kind and interesting people out there much deeper than me.
One of the things I found some time back was the Roget Ebert blog. I know I've mentioned this before, but I love Ebert's blog because he's so enthusiastic and has a wonderful wealth of experiences that he treasures and loves to share with people.
Of the entries he's blogged, my favorites are The Pot, his review of Ben Stein's terrible movie (I have a link, but there are so many comments it takes forever to load -- well worth it), and a very recent post about walking in London. They're all charming in their own way. He can be wordy at times, but you can forgive that for all his enthusiasm.
I came across an article today that is a profile of Ebert and -- although I knew he had some significant health issues (he doesn't shy from that in his blog) -- I guess I had come to mistake the vigor of his posts for the vigor of his body.
I liked it. It makes me sad, but it also made me a little bit proud to be a human, to know that there are kind and interesting people out there much deeper than me.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
AutoTune
AutoTune is the new thing that gets on my last nerve.
I mean, I find it unnerving how many young singers are incredibly attractive and are such great dancers and … HEY! Isn’t that AutoTune? Can you sing live?
I was just listening to a great song I used to really like called “Extraordinary” which appears to be about how this guy never notices this plain jane (singer) girl when she’s secretly awesome and with my headphones on I suddenly noticed how it is so excessively and obviously auto-tuned to within an inch of its ironic life.
(Heavy sigh.)
p.s. Oh, yeah, and for good or ill, the blogging is back. I’ll try to make it more grammatically coherent next time. With pictures.
I mean, I find it unnerving how many young singers are incredibly attractive and are such great dancers and … HEY! Isn’t that AutoTune? Can you sing live?
I was just listening to a great song I used to really like called “Extraordinary” which appears to be about how this guy never notices this plain jane (singer) girl when she’s secretly awesome and with my headphones on I suddenly noticed how it is so excessively and obviously auto-tuned to within an inch of its ironic life.
(Heavy sigh.)
p.s. Oh, yeah, and for good or ill, the blogging is back. I’ll try to make it more grammatically coherent next time. With pictures.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Air Travel
I'm posting this from my spot in 19D and I have a funny feeling it will come out as more of a rant than a blog post.
I am having a bad day.
First, a good friend of mine, with whom I have nothing in common, is leaving my everyday life. I got to hug him for about five seconds and never got to have a real conversation with him and I know I will miss him. I wanted to say, Honey, I love you and I will miss you, and I want nothing but the best for you. But, of course, you don't say that at work.
Second, work is over. There is simply no way that I can see that staying there is a viable option for someone in my spot in life.
Third, I just put down one of my elderly cats and the other is the same age. And I'm trying to blend her into a new family. She's ... doing ok.
Fourth, I just moved in with my boyfriend, bk, and I have six years of inattention to address. We need organization!
Fifth, I got an inquiry today to see if I am interested in leasing my house in Richmond (and the answer is YES). So, I now have this new future to consider: Income property? Remember, I practically own it.
Sixth, Air Travel sucks. There were three open seats in First and I was on the stand-by list in 4th. Also, my first flight of the day, a commuter flight, had a cool 4-ft drop followed by the pilot doing this unusual weebles-wobble-but-they-don't-fall-down kind of wavery wing thing, so that flight attendant gave me tissues (of her own volition) and the flight attendant on this flight attendant kept saying (in view of all the other passengers near 19D) "Are you ok?"
Seventh, I need to get a new job. I love what I do. I love the people I work with. I can't stay there. And all of the jobs I am best suited for involve travel. See Sixth.
Eighth, I am sick. I have allergies that are causing me to time my doses of Mucinex (WHAT team came up with that name? That's a totally different blog post) and Benadryl.
Ninth, some idiot passenger just spilled coffee down my arm. If I had a camera you would be shocked. Half a fricking cup of liquid poured down my sleeve. WTF?
Tenth, I gave my friend a travel mojo when he left/I left. Did I give him my travel mojo? Was it worth it?
Eleventh, well, yes, probably, yes, it was.
I am having a bad day.
First, a good friend of mine, with whom I have nothing in common, is leaving my everyday life. I got to hug him for about five seconds and never got to have a real conversation with him and I know I will miss him. I wanted to say, Honey, I love you and I will miss you, and I want nothing but the best for you. But, of course, you don't say that at work.
Second, work is over. There is simply no way that I can see that staying there is a viable option for someone in my spot in life.
Third, I just put down one of my elderly cats and the other is the same age. And I'm trying to blend her into a new family. She's ... doing ok.
Fourth, I just moved in with my boyfriend, bk, and I have six years of inattention to address. We need organization!
Fifth, I got an inquiry today to see if I am interested in leasing my house in Richmond (and the answer is YES). So, I now have this new future to consider: Income property? Remember, I practically own it.
Sixth, Air Travel sucks. There were three open seats in First and I was on the stand-by list in 4th. Also, my first flight of the day, a commuter flight, had a cool 4-ft drop followed by the pilot doing this unusual weebles-wobble-but-they-don't-fall-down kind of wavery wing thing, so that flight attendant gave me tissues (of her own volition) and the flight attendant on this flight attendant kept saying (in view of all the other passengers near 19D) "Are you ok?"
Seventh, I need to get a new job. I love what I do. I love the people I work with. I can't stay there. And all of the jobs I am best suited for involve travel. See Sixth.
Eighth, I am sick. I have allergies that are causing me to time my doses of Mucinex (WHAT team came up with that name? That's a totally different blog post) and Benadryl.
Ninth, some idiot passenger just spilled coffee down my arm. If I had a camera you would be shocked. Half a fricking cup of liquid poured down my sleeve. WTF?
Tenth, I gave my friend a travel mojo when he left/I left. Did I give him my travel mojo? Was it worth it?
Eleventh, well, yes, probably, yes, it was.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Denver
I was in Denver late last month and went geocaching. This spot was my second find. Let me just say that urban caching is for the birds.
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