tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60044272011-04-21T20:05:02.748-07:00jugular danceBlog o' Lola's Creatrix.Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comBlogger3501100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1090216024652649212004-07-18T22:08:00.000-07:002004-07-18T22:52:24.580-07:00well--this is the 350th post to this fine online journal (would've only been the 349th if i hadn't somewhere along the line posted 'i wish i liked tuna fish'), and the very last, as the trip home/back is over, and the trip back/home is over, and here i am in california and this is my home now. this trip has summed up everything, has been the focal point through which everything has needed to passLolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1089769924985088652004-07-13T17:55:00.000-07:002004-07-13T18:52:51.663-07:00here is my life now--'the complete obliteration of multiplicity'--
'Any moving from the Mover.
Any love from the Beloved.' (Rumi, Mathnawi, III)
'That which is not comprehended by the mind, but by which the mind comprehends - know that to be Brahman.' (Kena Upanishad)
wonderful yesterday and today! with Lindsay & Sean & others again last eve, sitting around the fire talking about origins of Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1089427522360973632004-07-09T19:36:00.000-07:002004-07-09T19:51:22.216-07:00Adam the Frustrated Sculptor delivered a pizza today and ended up staying for 15 minutes, drinking tea and telling me how Josh is 'bent out of shape'. Many woes could be averted if this family did not eat so much pizza. Two of four parents took off an entire week from work for my homecoming but have neither suggested doing anything with me yet nor proven themselves to be especially forgiving whenLolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1089174060593131042004-07-06T21:20:00.000-07:002004-07-06T21:21:00.593-07:00pizza & Dance Dance Revolution with Lindsay and Sean!Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1088749712340881372004-07-01T23:21:00.000-07:002004-07-01T23:29:08.463-07:00i am the girl people want to see their parrots (so i walked with Patty today to her office to meet her baby parrot whose gender she doesn't even know yet)
long evening with G and her 7-year-old son; she spent the whole night on the telephone with her boyfriend so i talked to her son lots. i pretended not to know what a television was and he completely believed me and explained for thirty minutesLolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1088489859685143812004-06-28T23:16:00.000-07:002004-06-28T23:17:39.686-07:00first time of being wilfully silent & happy afterwardsLolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1088406443335848142004-06-27T23:13:00.000-07:002004-06-28T00:22:38.526-07:00chris told me this eve that a $650 hospital bill had just arrived today from when he was in Cleveland. Cleveland?--me. indeed, Cleveland. apparently when he was 'out' (that's what we're saying for it now) a friend drove him to Ohio for two days. he ate (read that as 'used') something that caused his face to swell, so he went to the hospital, where they gave him an ice pack and, presumably, a Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1088128813919353132004-06-24T18:58:00.000-07:002004-06-24T19:00:13.920-07:00finally received 5 sets of photos from the trip West today! turns out the camera i bought shortly before departure rocks the caspbah, the prints are super clear and lovely and it's not even digital. there's a really grand one of my dad and a buffalo that i'm toiling with the scanner to post here, so hang tight--Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1088040334723254132004-06-23T18:21:00.000-07:002004-06-23T18:25:34.723-07:00The batty people've returned from Kazakhstan where they had monstrous trouble getting around, were told they were too old to adopt two five-year-olds (they're my parents' age), spent huge amounts of hand money for greasing the wheels of nothing, and were offered several smallish retarded children instead of the beautiful young girls they'd been promised, because beautiful young girls in Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1087871512218567512004-06-21T19:29:00.000-07:002004-06-21T19:31:52.216-07:00so i guess i will keep this space through the end of my trip home, as last time i had loads of fun sitting in the parental basement spilling my heart out, and this time my goofy brother'll be there to keep me company...but after that it'll be a vacant lot, use it for whatever you like--(special consideration goes to those who wish to form a robot foundry--)Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1087620291957987862004-06-18T21:44:00.000-07:002004-06-18T21:44:51.956-07:00josh says: 'you'd be a good waitress, i think'
also he told me he cries himself to sleep a lot of nights, but i think that's mostly because of Gram, who it turns out he just REALLY missesLolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1087530474642021662004-06-17T20:37:00.000-07:002004-06-17T20:53:07.166-07:00spoke to brother, he told me horror stories of the last month, but it was comfortable. he sounds so different--he doesn't joke. the old private jokes between us are only halfhearted now. he hates mum/husband still & i think he hates my dad as well, and we can't even talk about karen because apparently she with unmasked fury hates him. but it's going to be great being home with him, only 2 weeks, Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1087450728552680672004-06-16T22:35:00.000-07:002004-06-16T22:42:22.030-07:00just went to close my window for goodnight and there is a HUGE SNAIL creeping up the glass, body as long as my pinkie (for those intimate with my pinkie), wending sideways towards the screen side, leaving a weird smear, jellyfish-translucent, shell hanging off it like a tumour, it must've been toiling its way up the side of the house for HOURS and i never once saw it!Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1087445507368242252004-06-16T21:10:00.000-07:002004-06-16T21:11:47.366-07:00on the first page of the book by Mr Saramago under the catalogue sticker, somebody has made a listnotebookfilm rollskaropapiergum?!candiescash!!Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1087168791516979042004-06-13T16:15:00.000-07:002004-06-13T16:22:10.336-07:00brother reinstalled at parents' house, at long long last. mum wept & husband acted matter-of-fact and staunch. i dunno what'll become of that and i'm too cautious to feel relieved but it was nice to hear his voice...
and ohh maybe i wasn't vindicated by being able to scream obscenities at mother's eldest sister Theresa at the funeral that never was, but i did get a gut laugh out of the latest Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1087163380435304552004-06-13T14:42:00.000-07:002004-06-13T14:50:51.476-07:00one of the solutions is selenium sulfide which makes the bathroom i share with beastly L smell like rotteneggs--
books:
the last temptation of christ (kazantzakis)
lolita/pnin/pale fire (nabokov)
death of methuselah (stories - singer)
the year of the death of ricardo reis (saramago - what i wanted was baltasar & blimunda but neither bookstore nor bibliotheque had it)
lied to norman, told him i Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1087146026548206242004-06-13T09:59:00.000-07:002004-06-13T10:02:14.026-07:00dreams of my father dying of cancer, slowly in a laboratory
oh. i guess her name is ATIKA. she didn't even know where she was from, someone asked her and she said 'sort of Jordan'Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1087013726325592382004-06-11T21:12:00.000-07:002004-06-17T21:35:31.553-07:00les danseurs sont revenues!
incidentally, in the same journal entry in which the phrase 'jugular dance' originated, i styled myself as 'vagabondish and slovenly' - qui ne change jamais.
Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1086969539118815672004-06-11T08:48:00.000-07:002004-06-11T08:58:59.116-07:00the haiku is going brilliantly and a new revelation has been received concerning the thingy. Josh finally called last night and we spoke for a few minutes, was ok. I guess every few months I begin to forget the last four years, and he's prompted by some external hand to remind me, Oh yeah, this's why you left, he's not the right one. The haiku is seriously going wonderfully, lends itself well to Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1086754078206903332004-06-08T20:51:00.000-07:002004-06-08T21:07:58.206-07:00it's FREEZING outside! in June! J says it's June Gloom...overcast & grey all day every day...it's even been RAINING the past two mornings! hasn't rained since Christmas eve here. huh
the step instructor is in Pennsylvania for 2 weeks (Wilkes-Barre) visiting family, and so instead of step there was belly dancing which exhibited my lack of NATURAL GRACE and for which the music was always just Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1086677953849292532004-06-07T23:57:00.000-07:002004-06-07T23:59:13.850-07:00alright, a bit better here. not going to bed completely heartbroken!Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1086661366851119352004-06-07T19:17:00.000-07:002004-06-07T19:23:42.773-07:00C was mean to me today. Josh was MEAN to me today. Cried on the toilet for at least ten minutes. Just finished eating my last potato. I dunno, why DID i ever leave? So depressed. Nice conv. with HIM today in which I asked him how he was instead of being short on the phone and his voice collapsed into some kind of relieved laughter like he couldn't believe I said that. Then he answered & we went Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1086567275942123862004-06-06T16:50:00.000-07:002004-06-06T17:23:51.463-07:00MILKSTEALER just came to borrow gas money, and earlier had asked if she could borrow my phone to call her cousin in BFE, and I gathered my courage and DENIED HER both times, laud me! apparently once the nastiness is unleashed...
just spoke to the parents, mum&husband being very excited at my imminent homecoming, so excited in fact that they've taken off the whole work week from 5th-9th July, Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1086557429377966222004-06-06T14:11:00.000-07:002004-06-06T14:30:29.376-07:00spent an hour looking at beksinski's paintings and am conducting an upheaval of the thingy and removing all tick marks. they worked in the beginning, I've never read a book with tick marks --it was set up--like this, dialogue and--'all that description' mashed--togetherand so it made me feel as though I were doing something singular. I felt out of the ordinary enough to be able to continue; Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1086549510341776272004-06-06T12:18:00.000-07:002004-06-06T12:18:30.340-07:00I LOVE HARRY POTTER! POA rocks my caspbah!Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1086500359097944932004-06-05T22:37:00.000-07:002004-06-05T22:44:04.990-07:00UK police recover 9-foot missing sturgeon = 'No-one knows what it's like to be a dustbin, in Shaftsbury, with hooligans'
!!!Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1086467173563878132004-06-05T13:24:00.000-07:002004-06-05T13:26:13.563-07:00ha! - i'm not going to do any of that. all i really want is to live in north carolina and travel the world and translate obscure books into japanese, anyhow. been reading a little too much of this lately i think!Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1086463998381581532004-06-05T12:30:00.000-07:002004-06-05T12:38:43.270-07:00And it should be noted that I woke at 9:30 this morning to the sound of ten pairs of shoes in the dryer, all ten of which belong to my lovely new bathroommate. I've noticed several other things which indicate she believes that she exists in a vacuum as well, which I won't even bother to put down; I don't know why others' inconsiderateness STILL amazes me, after all this time out here. Hell is Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1086463810649107142004-06-05T12:12:00.000-07:002004-06-05T12:30:10.650-07:00Goodness, I don't know if I can do the B.S. in Computer Science. Calculus: no problem. But I've never taken physics, EVER. How am I to know if I'm any good at it? I did well in lower-level astronomy, which incorporates minimal physics and calculus; that's my only barometer. The programming coursework doesn't scare me, and I'm scary at picking up mathematical concepts. It's the PHYSICS that Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1086416252739270002004-06-04T23:13:00.000-07:002004-06-04T23:17:32.740-07:00and a couple different times this week I have heard C's radio, which is all the way behind the teller line, and thought it was playing the theme song to 'Clarissa Explains It All'. whatever THAT means!Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1086414534694333452004-06-04T22:35:00.000-07:002004-06-04T22:48:54.693-07:00It should also be noted that Josh (who is 7 months older than I) called today to tell me that Chris had called him asking for a ride to a job interview tomorrow morning. So it's confirmed that my brother is at very least NOT DEAD, which leaves me to gleefully plan how to best rip into him soundly for NOT CALLING ME for two weeks and counting. He claims he has no telephone, but there are pay Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1086409732165182322004-06-04T19:56:00.000-07:002004-06-04T22:26:47.063-07:00The sad fact is that I just don't get along with people my age. Too frumpy, too reclusive, too serious, whatever. A few months ago two customers from the old bank came in and opened an account - a 42-year-old man and his 22-year-old girlfriend, who very shortly thereafter became his 22-year-old wife. We all had a good chuckle over this seeming incongruity, but the two facts of this matter are Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1086404173378132662004-06-04T19:48:00.000-07:002004-06-04T23:07:11.816-07:00post du travail, written on actual paper during lunch break and transcribed here for your pleasure:
It's been a pretty crappy week, though so subtly so that the dull ache of my depression and the faint prickling of my uncomfortable skin are barely noticeable. C has been a horrible bitch all week. T's on vacation, which apparently gives her license to be rude to everyone. As per usual, she Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1086319387993776842004-06-03T20:05:00.000-07:002004-06-03T20:27:27.230-07:00Onward!
Opened FOUR MORE accounts for one of the fine-looking sons of the batty millionairess. He came in by himself (his mother's in flippin' KAZAKHSTAN, remember?), thankfully. He is SO good-looking. Sadly, he's about half a foot shorter than I, and so it can never be, but his eyes are killer. Without his insane mother and quiet, brooding, also-lovely-eyed brother in tow, he's actually quite Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1086317418943819482004-06-03T19:32:00.000-07:002004-06-03T20:30:02.510-07:00received an email today from an old customer from the otherbank, not a forward but an ACTUAL diatribe-ish letter, in which he referred to CNN and CBS as 'liberal channels'. I'd post the whole stinking pile of the email here, but, you know, he's quite old, and I tend to have a wide, wide blind spot for the politics of the elderly, apart from the fact that I respect him and his wife greatly, and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1086232232139395882004-06-02T20:04:00.000-07:002004-06-02T20:10:32.140-07:00and so you will be pleased to know that the dear author had some amount of luck with her 'pimply brute' of a thingy last eve (you get lucky when it's time to!!!), having generated great quantities of literary NASTINESS, from the mouth surprisingly NOT of she who is so difficult to write but rather the main character, who I didn't know had it in her (well...) and also from the silent guy who, it Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1086231245114600432004-06-02T19:37:00.000-07:002004-06-02T19:59:49.573-07:00and DREAMS (through the lola side?)Stepfather, slightly drunk (they all are), telling me on the phone that they've decided to go to a convention the exact two weeks I'm due in PA and so I cannot therefore stay there and make shameless use of their car. Was overlooking some kind of pastel-coloured arbor at that point. Much pacing. Some greenness. Colour seems to figure majorly in my dreams.
Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1086229959115805602004-06-02T19:28:00.000-07:002004-06-02T22:36:28.820-07:00Josh was telling me yesterday how he's mastered 'Grace' by JB on guitar and vocals and can even sing the middle 'Wait in the fire' part that's all falsetto. I, deeply impressed, told him to be sure and learn all of 'Last Goodbye' (favourite song rightnow) so he can sing it to me in July. Bloody hell, THEN I considered the lyricsWell this is our last goodbyeI hate to feel the love between us die..Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1086150704570459522004-06-01T20:59:00.000-07:002004-06-01T21:43:39.146-07:00No call today, thank goodness, as I was quite cranky. Step aerobics instructor told me I'd been on her mind yesterday. Tall big man customer who usually checks me out stealthily gave huge grin and asked where my eyeglasses were. Talked to Josh for 40 minutes on lunch today, depression seems to have shifted into arrogant self-preserving anger which I find terribly sexy (on HIM anyhow). He smoked Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1086053483897635952004-05-31T18:30:00.000-07:002004-05-31T18:38:57.163-07:00text of the most literary spam ever received:chain saw for pine cone sweeps the floor, and related to light bulb dies; however, cigar related to a change of heart about..debutantes remain hairy. Neil, the friend of Neil and returns home with hydrogen atom near apartment building. When turn signal around mirror reads a magazine, for guardian angel procrastinates. If chess board behind burglar a Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1086052377296078632004-05-31T18:11:00.000-07:002004-05-31T18:16:15.333-07:00Patrice finally got the outdoor tables and chairs sorted out, and I've had a nice day writing and reading, with cran-grape juice and leftover cake from the barbecue. Feeling happy, & like a bit of progress has been made. Sprinklers just came on and 'Everybody Here Wants You' is playing. Huh, I don't remember what I wrote on that list of records that would sustain me through this project but 'Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1086033274000312412004-05-31T12:37:00.000-07:002004-05-31T12:54:34.000-07:00bleh, I've also got to go on call tomorrow I think, which I've been trying not to think about the entire weekend. I must be sure to wear clothing that actually fits me. Some guy called at like 5:30 on Friday, yet another old customer of C's and T's who is apparently quite high-maintenance. Naturally he was devastated to learn that C is no longer the new accounts, and that he would have to deal Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1086030375752757872004-05-31T11:39:00.000-07:002004-06-01T22:40:32.390-07:00I sit down to write and inevitably begin with a page of total self-berating doubts and feelings. I actually have a Word document entitled 'There Is No Way I Can Write This Book' saved. The final finished thingy will have a companion piece detailing how its life was threatened from the very beginning. It's very slow going. Mr Nabokov saidthe pattern of the thing precedes the thingso I'm trying to Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1085957092238022292004-05-30T15:43:00.000-07:002004-05-30T15:44:52.236-07:00uuuaaahh??? [moan of extreme query]
well this is a bit better anyhowLolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1085939451221320712004-05-30T10:41:00.000-07:002004-05-30T11:01:38.723-07:00and for some happy news--
I will be eligible, as of Winter 2006 (only one quarter after I originally intended), for something like $10,000 per year worth of grant money from UCR!
I now fit, with room to spare, into a dress I bought for Josh's aunt Cooki's wedding in April 2002 which, at the time, I had the greatest of difficulties zippering and in which, as recently as last May at Lindsay's Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1085935047382593122004-05-30T09:32:00.000-07:002004-05-30T10:54:16.316-07:00Little Hellion Anthony is here again for the weekend. I know this becauseLast night he tried to burst into the bathroom - my bathroom, the one that no-one else uses - without knocking, while it was occupied, BY MEUpon being thwarted there he waited outside the bathroom with all the lights turned on for me to emerge, and then scooted inside my bedroom and refused to leaveWoke me at 8:45 a.m. todayLolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1085882407202879022004-05-29T18:51:00.000-07:002004-05-29T19:00:07.203-07:00'The Cure have been playing mope rock for depressed teens since 1976'. MOPE rock, I say!
Lonely Planet has some really good, cynical-bastard travel writing. For instance, this.
Stupid Frank (SHUDDER!) suggested to me that Mary was responsible for the decline of the Cure. Nah, Frank, wouldn't have had anything to do with RS being an old fat cokehead, now would it? Ah, poor Robert, he's so pasty.Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1085880474223796942004-05-29T18:26:00.000-07:002004-05-29T18:27:54.223-07:00And to confront the inevitable question before it arises: Ya, the 'man-on-a-bicycle' thing is really common in California. Not as much so as in Rome, where apparently everyone owns a scooter, but common enough to be remarkable. Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1085879675141631462004-05-29T17:27:00.000-07:002004-05-29T20:56:02.416-07:00A mélange, if you will --
Imagine my delight when, perusing the shelves of the 99¢ store, I found a few boxes of generic graham crackers that were in fact Giant Eagle store brand - Giant Eagle being a grocery store from back home (referred to by lazy Pennsylvanians as 'the Big Bird' or just 'the Bird') that doesn't exist in California!
Nobody, I say NOBODY, returns their shopping carts to the Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1085711381851051142004-05-27T19:13:00.000-07:002004-05-27T19:36:07.800-07:00Superficially things are grand for the moment: early pay tomorrow, three-day weekend, someone's buying us a nice goopy PIZZA for lunch tomorrow (quite welcome after a week straight of three vegetable meals a day), and 'Hanging on the Telephone' was playing when I entered the circuit room yesterday. But Gram's still dead, Josh's still heartbroken, I'm still lonely, my brother's still homeless, andLolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1085634683647544502004-05-26T21:46:00.000-07:002004-06-03T20:26:03.773-07:00Spoke to Lindsay today, first time in ages. She and Sean and two unruly kitties have made a new glorious home on Mount Royal Boulevard and have taken to eating ice cream from a local homemade shop each night. The kitties are having difficulties with drippy bums. Apparently this drippiness is caused by a combination of slight illness with the constant appearance of an intimidating cat from round Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1085624180787071722004-05-26T19:05:00.000-07:002004-05-26T19:16:20.786-07:00Gram has died, Josh's mum's mum, this afternoon. She'd had cancer ten times, they'd killed it and it kept coming back. She'd been put into the hospital with pneumonia a month or two ago, and that was it, she just wasn't able to pull through. Josh told me that towards the end she wasn't even able to see or hear. All her kids (her remnants here) are really excellent people, and I feel comforted Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1085540548260927802004-05-25T19:57:00.000-07:002004-05-25T20:20:11.086-07:00I was helping C put away cash in the vault towards the end of the day, and she said, incredibly, 'Do you feel like your boobs look smaller today? Cause I think they look kind of smaller today, compared to usual'
*sputter* WHAT???? As though she's a busty little tart herself. I've been exercising! The bust is the first to go! eesh...and of course I've got to respond, there's no possible way to Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1085467908156484412004-05-24T23:48:00.000-07:002004-05-24T23:55:23.983-07:00this is so retarded cool, it's way past my bedtime and i'm sitting here shrieking about the sausage factory and Alasdair in and out of the lockers! And their CREEPY DAD! Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1085458567489150902004-05-24T21:11:00.000-07:002004-05-24T21:20:36.096-07:00S, C's henchwoman in Riverside, has gotten engaged to her IT-wizard boyfriend, and none other than C shall be playing the role of the whale of honour (catty phraseage courtesy of Jami). The bank job has nudged itself just past 'insufferable' to...uh, whatever charred blackness it is that lies on the nether side of 'insufferable'. You can be sure to expect no small quantity of whinging, Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1085378719383999762004-05-23T22:54:00.000-07:002004-05-23T23:05:19.383-07:00Just received an email from Jami, a friend from high school with an ultra-feminine sort of demeanor who just had a baby and has taken to painting her toenails red, wearing diamonds in her ears, and outfitting her in lace. Jami's twin sister was taunting her today about her daughter growing up to be a tomboy, and they both laughed and said'remember how we always told jen that if she and josh had Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1085361893451195122004-05-23T17:53:00.000-07:002004-05-23T18:42:19.006-07:00and so to provide some levity against that last post, I shall now put forth the Welsh Cockle Pie recipe, which affords me no small amount of joy
Ingredients:
1 quart cockles
1 cup water
1 bunch Spring onions
4 slices bacon
1/2 cup of milk
pinch of pepper
short-crust pastry
Leave cockles in slightly salted water sprinkled with oatmeal overnight
Drain and scrub thoroughly
Place in a saucepan of Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1085359785280139492004-05-23T17:34:00.000-07:002004-05-23T17:51:57.196-07:00OTHER PEOPLE'S CHILDREN are driving me nuts today. Patrice's son/daughter-in-law/grandkids are here in full force all weekend, which means that in addition to locking my door against the fiendish milkstealer each time I go out, I have to keep it locked while I'm in the room lest little Anthony burst in at any moment and plop himself onto my bed. Not that a locked door is any deterrent to him; Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1085275840654745372004-05-22T18:28:00.000-07:002004-05-22T18:30:40.653-07:00A weird thing about me is that though I dislike seafood and do not eat it, I love to read recipes for fish and clams and the like. I'm so tempted to post this recipe I have for Welsh Cockle Pie that I drool over regularly, even though I'm nearly 100% sure I hate cockles, but I'm feeling as though that might be a little weird. Maybe tomorrow. Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1085206811753146662004-05-21T23:15:00.000-07:002004-05-21T23:20:11.753-07:00And something that just made me smile: the outcome of the derm appointment was a diagnosis of something called tinea versicolor, which needs to be treated with two different creams/suspensions. I asked the doctor how exactly I was meant to administer those to my own back. She suggested the curved side of a large plastic SPOON. Back at the office, I told this to C and J. J, looking worried, Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1085204137685082342004-05-21T22:24:00.000-07:002004-05-21T22:37:38.206-07:00And one more stinky thing, which I wasn't going to write about at all but now think maybe I should, in case I need to get the facts straight later. As we all know, the milkstealer puts me quite on edge. As we also all know, I'm exceptionally anal-retentive and meticulous with finances. I balance my checkbook to the penny. I know how much cash I have on me at all times and keep the bills all Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1085202227419111532004-05-21T21:49:00.000-07:002004-05-21T22:16:24.966-07:00It's sad about G. The more I think of it, the more I realise that. Everyone at work's fed up with her, because she's whiny, irritating, easily flustered and annoying. She is that way at work. She's tense and she hardly smiles, and when she does smile it's a completely different smile than the nice one, and all her teeth look sharp and yellow and evil. I don't like who she is at work. I like beingLolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1085200953780795502004-05-21T21:14:00.000-07:002004-05-21T21:42:33.780-07:00Met G for dinner at that fantastic Italian restaurant. She'd spent 11 hours at Riverside helping out. Ah, the food was SO good and she had that smile that she has when C is not around. She told me that around 5:00 he walked past the front line for what must've been the eleventh time and said, 'When'd you get here?' 'Only around 8:30 this morning. Why ever do you ask?' was the reply. He's such an Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1085106509654769542004-05-20T19:21:00.000-07:002004-05-20T19:29:29.170-07:00Once a week each branch ships out excess cash according to what the branch's allotted limit is. V and New Accounts #2 processed Riverside's outgoing shipment yesterday in a terrible rush and with, it must be said, even taking into account that neither of them are trained to be a vault teller, not much collective brainpower. As a result, they overlooked the fact that they'd included the vault baitLolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1085027159790032692004-05-19T21:06:00.000-07:002004-05-19T21:25:59.790-07:00quote from brotheri'm inside tonight so it's pretty goodhopes, reduced to their barest
also, a harrowing 35-minute conversation with mum today, right at my desk so that I believe J heard the whole stinking thing, me trying to compress my voice into dust and not lose control as i told her the horrific weekend Chris'd just spent out of doors and she responded with, 'He's manipulating you, Jen'. Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1085017232262557002004-05-19T18:38:00.000-07:002004-05-19T18:40:32.263-07:00ah, the bird from yesterday died, it saddens me. i guess that's what falling in love is like, you hear and smell these creatures around you everyday in abstract mass until one falls out of the sky and makes its features intensely painfully KNOWN to you.Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1084936839383078192004-05-18T19:59:00.000-07:002004-05-18T20:24:02.110-07:00me, grunting on the tricep-working thingy at the gym, sopping wet sweating
a lady who i recognise having seen before in the circuit room
she's STARING at me
[our eyes meet in the mirror]
'I was trying to figure out what's different, you don't have your glasses!' she exclaims
i let out a gut laugh/groan of suffering at someone remembering my face
'You're so PRETTY!' she smiles
huh? ... oh! thanks.Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1084853438357587452004-05-17T20:43:00.000-07:002004-05-17T21:17:41.776-07:00a list of things, as i'm too tired for paragraphs
Just ended a phone conversation with my unfortunate younger sibling, who is bedding down at Josh's tonight, sounds thoroughly despondent and unshaven but still quite alive, and has promised to speak to my father tomorrow
'I am a railroad track abandoned'
Bought some exceptional coconut-lime body butter which i owned once, left in PA upon my moveLolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1084765630349916732004-05-16T19:19:00.000-07:002004-05-16T20:51:33.823-07:00new discography, acquired on the birthday wishes/giftcards of othersA Perfect Circle, 'Mer de Noms' :: This took me forever to find, because it was filed in the 'P' section, not the 'A' section. I had a copy of it once upon a time, bought for me (I believe) by the boy at the hallowed Record Exchange (now just called the Exchange), which I lent to my brother about a year and a half ago, which has Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1084506242231802232004-05-13T20:29:00.000-07:002004-05-13T20:44:07.446-07:00uncomfortable bad day today, though i can't really put my finger on exactly why. very busy. T noticed i was quiet and asked if i was ok. C noticed too, and true to form treated me more nastily yet, alternating between whispering to J right in front of me while ignoring me, and making me feel utterly useless in every task i endeavoured. it seems impossible that i get through a solid work week Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1084459605488455142004-05-13T07:45:00.000-07:002004-05-13T07:46:45.486-07:00i'm quite pleased to announce that after months of toil and subversive threats, my work telephone has finally been changed from 'Rosemary' to 'Jenny', and not even by him either, the jerk, but just before he arrived yesterday, by a kind Englishman named Simon who grinned madly when I picked up the handset, dropped it down again, and saw my name. Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1084425227444638752004-05-12T22:00:00.000-07:002004-05-12T22:16:37.636-07:00egad, one more thing. in the boy's card (a silly one full of an inside joke about high school French we seem to still share) was inscribed this lyrici can't help from looking outside for a guaranteeit's from a JB song. was entirely unsure as to the meaning of it, so listened to the song, and read the lyrics in full. still in the dark. asked the boy about it. he chuckled nervously - 'it's just a Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1084422830314856012004-05-12T21:27:00.000-07:002004-05-12T22:19:44.846-07:00also today i went to the pharmacy to fill the antibiotic (anti-greenies) prescription andit only cost $3.56 (where in PA my copay was $20)printed on the, er, printout for the prescription was 'Happy Birthday for 5/10/04!'how lovely! of course, i was made to endure 'counselling' from the kindly Vietnamese pharmacist who asked me quite in earshot of the gentleman waiting behind me exactly what kindLolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1084422426626153092004-05-12T21:05:00.000-07:002004-05-12T21:27:06.626-07:00glorious days! I fully intended to post Monday night but, er, never quite made it home. Went out with C, G, and T; ate some bizarre food I barely remember, drank quantities of wine, was bought an apple explosion (approximately) by a customer who was dining with his wife (his SECOND wife: 'Jenny, what's Mr. S's wife's name?' 'Darlene. Ohohoh, no, wait, that's the DEAD wife!'), took photos, decidedLolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1084153649709643242004-05-09T18:43:00.000-07:002004-05-09T18:47:29.710-07:00new bibliography:'Madame Bovary', Gustave Flaubert (packed with critical essays in addition to the actual text)'The Portable Chekhov', editor Avrahim Yarmolinsky'Lolita', Vladimir Nabokovalso to be attacked are 'Caligula' by Camus and 'The Madwoman of Chaillot' by Giraudoux from the last bib.
Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1084085933449614082004-05-08T23:58:00.000-07:002004-05-09T00:03:23.200-07:00just ended a grand hourlong telephone conversation with JOSH. he is still my best friend in all creation. interestingly he's also the only person who's having dreams about being in the shower with me as well. it's a good life, this one!Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1084068299077408812004-05-08T19:04:00.000-07:002004-05-08T19:09:29.296-07:00god, the more i think of this, the angrier i become. i do realise - i DO - that this space has been nothing but a swamp of whinging for the last week or two and i'm very sorry for anyone who comes across it. having said that, commence more whinging. i can't believe i gave her MORE MONEY. i don't even know her how do i go about bringing up the repayment of it? does she believe she doesn't have to Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1084065980128620032004-05-08T18:26:00.000-07:002004-05-08T18:33:08.233-07:00feeling kind of violated. was almost to the end of 'the halloween tree' when the milkstealer knocked on my door, wheezing, asking to come in and 'visit'. the result of that visit was me lending her an additional $40 (which i drove into dt corona to withdraw) so she could go to urgent care and get the fluid in her lungs drained with a footlong needle, or something. during this drive shecalled me Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1084045647005532092004-05-08T12:47:00.000-07:002004-05-08T12:53:13.293-07:00WAHOO mum heard from brother yesterday! he called to announce he was coming by to pick up his stuff and proceeded to hang up on her when she tried to question him, the dear boy. he's so brave. i keep crawling back but surely he will not. as it is everything is up in the air for July because apparently mum and I are no longer speaking now. she called me at work in response to my semi-scathing Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1083898506656772092004-05-06T19:55:00.000-07:002004-05-06T19:59:34.280-07:00worked side-by-side with HIM nearly all day today, as he was at the branch working at the desk right next to mine. barely exchanged two words, how pathetic. he came a few minutes before the branch opened (fumbling with his keys as usual) and stayed till i went to lunch (i kept putting off going to lunch until he left and ended up not leaving until 12:45 pm or so). showed back up just after i'd Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1083896106760903312004-05-06T19:15:00.000-07:002004-05-06T19:19:34.153-07:00stupid angelfire GRRLolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1083819355773606532004-05-05T21:55:00.000-07:002004-05-05T22:00:22.153-07:00oh ya - C told me today that T was not, in fact, getting loaded yesterday at or near the hospital with nearly-dead-John, but was invited to lunch by his wife (very much alive) who evidently drinks at every meal. also T just moved from Long Beach to Corona, and C took her kids over to see his place; he had a bowl full of suckers which he offered to them, and you could bounce quarters off his Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1083818965738159712004-05-05T21:49:00.000-07:002004-05-05T22:04:15.140-07:00everyone has invited me out next monday to the Outback for my first california birthday, how grand! it was all C's idea, of course, and the whole branch will be goingT, who will get loaded, pinch me, call me 'speedbump' and sing about turtlesC, whose back starts to hurt after one glass of tequila and who is really a great friendG, who will complain from beginning to end about the lack of avocadoJLolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1083726162356060062004-05-04T20:02:00.000-07:002004-05-04T20:09:42.920-07:00today T, slightly tipsy from an afternoon spent visiting in the hospital with John (that's John who was almost once Dead John from bleeding on the brain and whose latest medical exploit is a massive stroke crippling his speech), passed me as I was filming work, pinched me on the side crazily and said 'what's up there, skinny minnie?' For some reason this maneuver made me gloriously happy.
no Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1083635617775692812004-05-03T18:53:00.000-07:002004-05-03T23:27:52.746-07:00brother gone. cannot locate. dad called this morning to inform me that he left the house saturday night and never came back. a direct quote from brother ca. 10:30 pm saturday (EST, of course)ehh whatever im leavin in a little bit i gotta get out of here... everytime i look at her slumped over it makes me want to choke herthen he left to play pool and he came back sunday morning and they promptly Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1083523198775241502004-05-02T11:39:00.000-07:002004-05-02T11:44:43.983-07:00anouilh's antigone was brilliant, as was the reread of sophocles i did just prior to it. no exit, equally so, must read more sartre, MUCH more. the ursula is deeply disappointing, considering 'the left hand of darkness' is one of my favourite books ever. all right, the world'll be different in 200 years, let's make it as shocking as possible - it doesn't make for very subtle or challenging Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1083436805983941562004-05-01T11:40:00.000-07:002004-05-01T11:44:25.840-07:00new girl A just came from upstairs to introduce herself, says she's got a mass of poetry accumulated, is 3 classes away from graduating with a psychobiology degree, invited me to a movie sometime! she came in to see my exceptionally messy room with books and papers and forks littered about and commented positively on my view of the palmtrees and violets. she says 'dude' a lot which completely Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1083386039872674352004-04-30T21:33:00.000-07:002004-04-30T21:47:40.170-07:00got my consolation sandwich today too, in the form of turkey with pickles & green peppers & olives & tomatoes & lettuce & HANDFULS of pepperoncini, all for the celebration of D's last day, D-the-kook-whose-name-is-Dolores. She started bawling this morning when we gave her a plant and a card but i walked her plant out to her car with her and she didn't even look back as she said goodbye. I'll now Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1083382325952364152004-04-30T20:32:00.000-07:002004-04-30T21:42:25.280-07:00called parents from work: huge mistake! 8:30 EST, Chris royally pissed off because he finally got a job (after my mum & her husband have been riding him since january to become gainfully employed) and nobody's even mentioned it in the house. mum gets on the phone, nice and drunk, proceeds to ask me about the weather (has it cooled off yet? has it cooled off yet? has it cooled off yet?) and then, Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1083338948947411802004-04-30T08:29:00.000-07:002004-04-30T08:33:40.936-07:00my mum is SO on the ball:
Are you still writing? If I know you, the
answer is yes. How is that going for you.
couldn't be dandier. by the way, you don't know me, and yes the nice man from that one place is still writing me letters. thank you for sending me the same email three times a week.
it's still early here and i'm feeling morning cranky.Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1083209785627956792004-04-28T20:36:00.000-07:002004-04-28T20:50:48.733-07:00new bibliography
four contemporary french playsantigone, jean anouilhno exit, jean-paul sartrecaligula, albert camusthe madwoman of chaillot, jean giraudouxthe compass rose, ursula leguin (short stories)
the oxford history of islam, editor john esposito
i should be polite and at least capitalise Islam but i'm quite fed up with uppercase letters and so no. i have to stop taking out three books at Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1083122692813441922004-04-27T20:24:00.000-07:002004-04-27T20:34:37.670-07:00looked up a map of Singapore yesterday and kept clicking the 'west' button until i reached UAE. went north and south often as well. got to Madagascar by accident after I coasted southwest from Sri Lanka. It took me nearly ten clicks to reach Africa and the span of ocean between the two made my stomach churn even as it was all just blue on the computer screen. I must learn Arabic, and Malay. I Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1083029123860319562004-04-26T18:25:00.000-07:002004-04-26T18:29:37.280-07:00G is back from 2 weeks' vacation and she's officially been added to the list of people driving me nuts. She's been deposited at my desk for the next week so I can further train her in new accounts, as preparation for D-the-Kook's imminent departure, as though she paid attention in the least when she was with me for 2 weeks in January. The first words she said to me were 'I don't give a shit aboutLolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1082938779295923622004-04-25T17:19:00.000-07:002004-04-25T17:24:05.076-07:00the boy: 'what're you doing this evening?'
me: 'nothing...just writing & looking out to the backyard, there's lots of roses...'
the boy (trying to sound nonchalant): 'ah, with all your boyfriends, huh?'
aaaaahahahhahahahahhahaaa! big Bill Hicks gut laugh, as apparently all things DO come around again. :)Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1082873181777256092004-04-24T23:06:00.000-07:002004-04-24T23:10:32.996-07:00and the archives are now called the Back Catalogue cause i'm an SW-loving geeko (that's his foot down there if you care to look)Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1082872798133222742004-04-24T22:59:00.000-07:002004-04-24T23:04:08.606-07:00I SUCK - so hold it against me, you know i'm a fool for you
a nice goodnight from ALL...good memories for jennyLolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1082872204278444372004-04-24T22:50:00.000-07:002004-04-24T22:54:14.873-07:00alright, so I transferred all my notes to a word file (roughly 40 pages written and probably just under 20 so far typed), and going back over them in entry i have become at least slightly more confident that all is not total schlock. it makes a difference that i can arrange the words how i want, as i am more anal about spaces and stops than is reasonable. it also resolves the problem of my Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1082780028424912892004-04-23T21:13:00.000-07:002004-04-23T21:17:58.106-07:00Heh - so I came back into my room from chatting in the kitchen with Patrice, who works for Boeing writing proposals for rockets, reached for my cup so I could put some ice in and get some cran-grape juice, and promptly knocked it over so the little water in it could trickle down behind my desk and onto the computer wires. Just as I'm knelt down under the desk, attempting to sop up the water Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1082775217531574942004-04-23T19:53:00.000-07:002004-04-23T19:58:50.826-07:00egad, D is driving me nuts, T is driving me nuts, new accounts in Riv is driving me nuts, everyone calling me four times a day asking for this and that and wanting me to create a file for this and suddenly i'm a bloody expert BAH who needs it! The only one NOT driving me nuts, surprisingly, is C. We've been pretty united this week - we went to Costco at lunch together today, and we sat round and Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6004427.post-1082693271070463202004-04-22T21:07:00.000-07:002004-04-22T21:13:54.170-07:00C tells me that no less than 5 (five) people are relieved that D is moving down the river. S, C's good friend at Riverside, thinks she is, I quote, a 'dumbass'. How sad. And there is no consolation sandwich in the works for Jenny (though C, in repayment for babysitting her 3 kids while she went to a Weight Watchers meeting this eve, did buy me a glorious barbecued chicken sandwich on wheat bread)Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03583241553111598727noreply@blogger.com