Tuesday, August 28, 2001

Burn Baby Burn

I think I must start burning cds of tapes I've made. There's a tape I sent to Aaron in college that I liked so much, I almost didn't send it to him (it was a compilation of stuff I really liked to represent what kind of music I liked.. so of course I liked it!). Then there's the tapes I lost in the "meltdown." The "meltdown" was what happened after I had passengers in the back seat of my car who decided to put my container of cassettes in the back window, in direct sunlight, thus melting most of them. I didn't realize what had happened until too late. I still have one compilation I made towards the end of my senior year in high school. It's twisted and sad. I saved in hopes that one day I could recreate it. Unfortunately, it contained a live version of "Debaser" by The Pixies that I doubt I'll ever find since it was on vinyl and was part of the music library at WIRQ (my high school's radio station). A total recreation just doesn't seem likely. I also still need to acquire several cds (Peter Murphy, Allison Moyet, and others).


Only two more work days until I go home. On the docket right now is a coffee night with a friend I haven't seen since high school. Spending Friday with my mom and an early lunch on Sunday with our neighbor Susan. Low-key at the moment. Can't wait to see how much coffee I consume!! I'm also looking forward to the air of Rochester. It really is different. Blame Lake Ontario *grins*

Monday, August 27, 2001

Ashes to ashes.. Dust to dust...

I've been struck by some comments I've seen on the web in regards to the recent death of R&B pop singer Aaliyah. The racist comments are what gets me. I guess you could say that it's naive of me to assume that people would not make comments like "well, one less welfare check" or "one less n*gger" in response to someone's death. I was appalled! And then I had to roll my eyes at the people who were going on about "respect her death. Why does the media have to make such a big thing about it? She's just like the rest of us." That's only half-right. Yes, Aaliyah was a human being like the rest of us, but that's where the similarities stop for the most part. She was a famous singer within the R&B world. She had been in several commercial films. She was visible. It would be a discredit to her memory and fans if the media didn't report on her death. And I doubt she would have persued the career she was in if she didn't want to be in the limelight. End of rant on that.

Visit Home

I'm going home this Thursday evening to Rochester. I'm pretty psyched about it since it looks like a few of my friends that I didn't get to see in July will be around. But I guess I'll miss seeing Matt. It's his birthday and he's headed home. Ah well. I had to laugh at the thought that right before Labor Day I'm going home for a visit. There were so many Labor Day weekends in the past where I was headed or getting ready to head off to school, away from home. Now I'll be there. I do miss that whole excitement about starting classes again. Wondering who will be in different classes, what the teacher will be like, what you will wear.. general stuff like that. There's seeing friends you hadn't seen all summer. Seeing if that crush you had at the end of the school year still matches up. *grins* Deciding if that summer romance is going to make the Fall cut (usually didn't in my case, aside from one exception).

More House

Matt and I are picking out paint with his dad tonight for our house. I was very excited to note that there is crown molding in the dining room and one of the guest bedrooms (will be the office). We have keys to the place and made some mental inventory notes on Saturday. Here's another cool fact: most of the doors have the old "skeleton key" locks and we have the key that matches! I always thought it would be cool to have old-fashioned locks like that. I used to play with the key/lock on the door to the basement at my grandmother's house when I was a kid.

It turns out I'm not the only one of my friends who is moving sometime soon. Aaron (lives in California) is moving from Studio City to Burbank. It's a one minute walking commute to his job (at Warner Bros). I think that rocks although he won't have phone or email for several weeks. I always hate that. Don't fret though! I plan to have everything in working order by October 1st.

Friday, August 24, 2001

I.H.S. Goes P.C.

My school district has voted to change its logo. I can understand. I mean, it was a quasi-order handed down by someone at the state level. And I can see how using "Indians" as a logo could be offensive. Ok, maybe not! I mean the friggin' name of my town is a Native American saying (Irondequoit translates into "Where the Land and Waters Meet" more or less). I find it hard to believe that some state education people really think school districts are being insensitive or racist by using native american words like "indian" or "chiefs." Yes, there are others that raise an eyebrow (involving the word "red"), but students in the West Irondequoit district learn about how the Native Americans lived, where they lived and their culture. We even changed our visual logo to better represent the Seneca Nation. I sometimes wonder if this culture is becoming too politically correct at times.

Take Me Out to the Ballgame

Our County-City Softball game was cancelled last night. Everyone showed up at the baseball park and basically got to eat dinner and watch the Jammers lose to the Yankees 7-0. What a waste of money. We're still doing our charity game. It was re-scheduled for next Wednesday. I think we did raise a nice chunk of money for our charities. That will be determined over the coming days.

The Weekend

I really want to go see Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back!. I just need to find a place where it is playing. Somehow I don't think this is going happen.

Other highlights (or general info) about the weekend include going to the Cabinet Dinner/Cook-out at the Boss' house tonight, the weekly Democrat's breakfast at the Holiday Inn tomorrow, exercising afterwards, helping out with the Democrat's Yard Sale at some point, going to the Ethics Board Meeting/Picnic on Sunday and then to the Team meeting.

What I would really like to be doing is going to see the aforementioned Kevin Smith movie, picking out and buying paint for the house, buying a stove, getting into our house to see if crown molding exists, buying crown molding if we need to, paint the indoors of the house. Ok, that's unrealistic but I'm pretty excited about this place. I'm also worried about how much time we have versus time needed to move into this house.

What Do You Impact by What You Eat?

I went to Dick's Harbor House for lunch (er.. breakfast) today. This table of women were discussing the lecture they had attended at Chautauqua Institution today. It was about food and vegetables. One point mentioned was how we can go out to eat in this county and most of the food/vegetables we eat probably are not local. That's despite the fact that we have a heavy agricultural area here. Lots of seasonal stuff that's just awesome. If I overheard correctly, if you ete local seasonal food, the mile radius of the area you would be impacting would only be 100 miles. That's opposed to "normal" Americans who insist on eating out-of-season food from all over the world, including California which is essentially a desert and has to irrigate like crazy in order to grow these out-of-season goods. Makes you think, doesn't it? Well, I do try to buy local stuff when I'm at the store and I only try to eat seasonal foods, but it's so hard. I just love bananas!


Thursday, August 23, 2001

What kind of fish are you?

This quiz I took tells me I'm a catfish. That seems pretty accurate (although I don't like to think of myself as a bottom dweller). It's just appropriate since I had a catfish as a pet when I was a kid. Here's the descriptor provided by the quiz:

Make no mistake, this cat's a cool customer. Your laid-back nature makes you the perfect choice for swimming around with. No need to compete with the other big fish; you're comfortable in your "fins" and love to laugh. You don't have time for fish fights -- you're too busy lending a fin. You're a hard worker and can be counted on to get the job done. If anybody teases you about being a bottom-dweller, remind them that you're simply more resourceful than the average fish.

Today is the County-City Baseball Game. It's supposed to thunderstorm today. That figures. The whole week has been beautiful (including the rest of the week) except the day that matters *grins* I do think we will have raised a good chunk of money for our charities though (the Johnson Street Park Committee and Girls In The Middle). Good deal.

I'm off to consume sinful goodies at the monthly Visitor's Bureau meeting. They always have some calorie-packed sweet along with coffee at their meetings. In June it was these awesome strawberry and custard cups. Of course it was at the height of strawberry season. My mouth salivates at the thought. Don't worry though, I'm not a pig about it. I usually look at the selection and choose the smallest one and dream about the rest!

Wednesday, August 22, 2001

Calling All Delinquent Bloggers!!

I get worried when blogs I read daily are not updated. I mean, I really begin to wonder if the person is ok. Are they lying, dying, on the floor almost within reach of the keyboard but unable to make the approprate keystroke to publish their post? I lead a busy life. I must live vicariously through others. So the two people, you know who you are, that haven't updated their blog in a month.. go do it!! Actually, one of the people has a small excuse. They're visiting friends in Rochester, so I guess posting to the blog isn't a great priority at that point. Hrumph.


I'm getting next Friday off *does a little dance* It was easy too! I just went up to my boss and said, "You wouldn't have any problem with me taking off next Friday would you?" He replied, "Nah.. what weekend is that? Oh Labor Day weekend. Hell, I won't be here either!" I love my job. At my last job, I had put in for a 4 day weekend (Friday through Monday) a month ahead of time. The week of that vacation, the Operations Manager called me in and told me that I had to be in that Saturday for a mandatory meeting. I reminded him that I would be out of town. His response, "Well, I never approved that vacation." I told him I had bought tickets to an event that Saturday. He basically didn't care. It all worked out in the end though. The person who was running the meeting called my dumbass manager and told him he couldn't make it either because he was going skiing. I got them back though. I used one of my days off to interview for the job I currently have *grins* I'm not bitter.. no.. never.

*looks at watch* Well, I'm currently at home and should get back to Mayville. We had Comprehensive Performance Plan training this morning and I just got out 40 minutes ago. Eating lunch was a big priority before I got back up to work. Mmm.. yogurt. I'm so sick of yogurt. Cottage cheese is cool but no one makes it in those handy snack packs anymore (without fruit). I think I'm too picky sometimes.

Tuesday, August 21, 2001

Our house... is a very, very, very fine house!

We're getting (well, renting) the house. Durant Avenue. I think it's funny that I'll be living on a street that also happens to be the last name of one of my friend's girlfriends/wife. There's just one problem: I'm not totally sure how to pronounce it. Is it Duuur-ant, Do-rant, Dur-rant.. ah hell. Any suggestions? Write them in my guestbook.

The Hillary Pic

This is the "infamous" picture from the Hillary Clinton fundraiser. Matt is not happy with how he looks. I guess there's nothing we can do about that!

Softball Hell

People just don't understand my adversion to sports. The County and City of Jamestown are playing a softball match against each other this Thursday at Russell E. Diethrick Park (Home of the Jamestown Jammers). At practice today, my teammates kept asking me where my cleats and mitt were. I had to just laugh. They just don't understand the trauma I went through when it comes to softball. I'll relay one story from high school.

It was gym class. We were playing a modified version of softball on the football field (I think) my freshman year of high school. Mind you, it was a regular softball (I think) but the bats were the bigger, plastic kind. Now you would think that this would be a cinch for anyone. Not me. I couldn't hit the damn ball. My teacher made me stay until I could hit the ball. Turns out I was holding the bat wrong, but I still needed my friend Trish to stand behind me, put her arms around my body so she could hold onto the bat too, and swing before the friggin' bat connected with that blasted ball. I was late to Biology that day, as were Trish and Sarah (who also stayed behind to "help.") Nevermind that I felt like a freakin' idiot. Ah well. So forgive me for not being a huge sports fan.

That's all folks.

Monday, August 20, 2001

Amazing Stuff

Did I really let almost a whole week go by without writing? Hah! I did.

Public Safety Meeting

I got to ride in the Sheriff's speed boat around the northern half of Chautauqua Lake. That was pretty fun even though my hair kept whipping around in my face and I couldn't hear what anyone was saying. I haven't been on the water in a vessel that small in awhile. Come to think of it, I think I avoided it. Dinner was bbq-ed chicken and ribs. Mmmmm. Just as well that we didn't have steak.

The Senator's Visit

Senator Chuck Schumer's visit was very nice. I went with Mark (the boss) to meet Chuck at the Jamestown Airport. It's amazing how small planes can be and yet still hold 4 people (including the pilot). The actual party was nice too since it was catered. Matt tells me I was in nice form in terms of talking to everyone and appearing very self-assured. How nice! There was a time when events of that size would have had me scurrying for the underbrush. Large events where I don't know most of the people do still have that effect, but most of the time I know at least a good handful of attendees. Oh yeah, I also got my picture taken with Schumer and Mark. Also, I got back the pictures from the Hillary Clinton event. I hope to download the picture of Matt and I with her onto here soon. We don't look too bewildered/harried/off-in-space. Well, maybe Matt does a little.


My grandmother's best friend, Mary Beres, died last Wednesday. I left work early Friday to go up to Buffalo for the wake. That was pretty standard. The funeral Saturday morning was a little odd. Mostly because of how it dragged me into another time period. I really felt like we were sucked into the 1960's for some reason. Maybe it was the tradition of it all. You see, Mary was Italian and this was a typical Italian funeral. Lots of family and friends dressed in black, sitting quietly, or in tears, or praying the rosary. Mary was wearing a pink dress by the way. I've never been very religious (even when I was going to church), but I still remembered how to say a decade of the rosary (which we did in the funeral home before going over to the church). The church was built in 1952 and just felt old. Everything felt old. I know that wasn't even 50 years ago. Even though I didn't know Mary terribly well, I still was sad. She had knitted a beautiful afghan for me that now lays in a cedar chest waiting for the day I might get married.

New House

Completely out of nowhere, a house sprung upon Matt and me (or is it I?) Greg Rabb casually mentioned that he was looking for someone to either rent or buy his "fire hole." At least that's what I thought he said. He actually said "bungalow." I never knew what a bungalow looked like until I took a drive by this place. Turns out it's exactly the style of house (circa 1920's) that I told Matt once I'd like to live in.

Well, we looked at it yesterday. It needs work. All the rooms (and closets) need painting/tearing down of wallpaper & painting. It also needs a stove. Fortunately, Matt's dad can take care of the painting. I think we're going to take it. His parents told us that we'd be foolish not too. Then again, it's not often you find a 3-bedroom house with driveway/working fire place/adjacent lot for $400 a month with the option to buy. Matt's supposed to check out how much utilities are since it is gas heated. This past winter's numbers will give us a good idea of how much would be sucked out of our pockets.

So it's slightly unthinkable that we would be moving almost at the height of the political season.. but in reality, we'd be already moved in and settled by October 1st (if it goes as planned). I still think we're nuts. Or stupid. Or both.. take your pick! And of course it's easier to move now then when it might be snowing after elections. You could say I talked myself into it. Wish me luck!

The truely Amazing thing

Deborah Gibson is touring with N*Sync. She will be a concert opener, promoting her new album MYOB. I'm amazed. Unfortunately, I couldn't get a ticket to save my life to go see her since she's opening for that illustrious teen band *sighs*... *laughs* I never said my taste in music was impeccable.

Tuesday, August 14, 2001


I've never been a fan of shopping. I get the dragging feet, long face, endless sighs effect going on when my mom thinks it would be fun to go shopping. I revert back to being in a kid almost instantly *snaps fingers* However, shopping by myself is another story. I'm still not a huge fan of shopping, but I can tolerate it a hell of a lot more.

The list of things I need at the moment includes a huge list of shoes. I need black/brown/or burgendy loafers, black heels, white shoes (preferably with a heel), and navy/brown/ or burgendy dress flats. I think that covers it. I'm also scheming for new sandals and I might have to break down and buy some Clarks, no matter the price *sighs* I'm also on the lookout for a new summer purse (and don't tell me it's too late for one!!). I saw these smashing red purses by Nine West that I must have. I should have bought the one I liked at Steinmart in Erie, PA. Sounds like a good excuse to drive there this weekend (not including the fact that a DSW Shoe Warehouse just opened last month). Who would've thought I'd be so shoe nuts? Not me... that's for certain.

I just got an email Sean, who correctly guessed the identity of the person I sent the carnation to. Apparently he had no idea I had done this all the way back in high school (even though we were good friends then.. and still are) *laughs* I must have never told him about it I guess.

Tonight is the annual Public Safety Committee Summer Picnic/Meeting. It's at Long Point State Park and will involve really good food I guess. In past years they have had steak. I'm drooling over that prospect. No way in hell I could ever be a vegetarian. Nope. My only concern is that they will actually make me ride in the Sheriff's Patrol boat or helicopter. The committee chairman made a joke about that awhile ago, but other people that work in the Legislative offices confirm that it may not be a joke. Ut oh.

Another semi-work related note: Senator Chuck Schumer will be in town tomorrow night for a fundraiser. I'm helping out with that of course. It's a shorter event (thank god). Couldn't tell you much more than that.

Well, off to find stakes for signs. Bye.

Saturday, August 11, 2001

A Canada story...

My friends and I, our sophomore year in college, thought it would be really cool just to go up to Windsor, Ontario for the day (I was going to school near Cleveland). I decided midway through curling my hair (was short then) that a roadtrip sounded awesome, turned off the curler even though half my head of hair was curly the other half not, and left my dorm.

Driving there was not a problem. Going through customs was just plain funny. I think I was in the driver's seat by then since no one liked driving over big, long bridges. I didn't know what to tell the custom's lady about our purpose for being in Canada. I think I said "Um.. isn't Windsor near here? I think we're going there."

We had dinner at some sports bar *ho hum* and then went over to one of the casinos for our first shot at gambling. It sucked hard. No one won anything. I then coerced my friends to stop at a coffee shop I saw down some side street (it was cold out).

At the coffee shop, a really cute Spanish guy hooked up with our table (well, our group). He tooks us to the Pteradactyl Club (or cafe, who knows). An acid jazz band was playing there and I had my first amaretto sour. Mmmmmm. No one was really sure who Joaquim (the cute guy's name) was interested in. It was either me or my friend Christa, and seeing how I already had a boyfriend.. no dice.

After we left the club, Joaquim walked us to our car and I drove us home. I should mention that I couldn't remember what exit to get off at once we got back in Ohio. That made the trip a little bit long. We got in around 4 AM and crashed. I had to get up 5 hours later to do work at the college radio station. Almost end of story... I'll save part two for another time. *grins*

Friday, August 10, 2001

And if I built this fortress around your heart
That circles you with fences and barbed wire
Let me build a bridge
For I cannot fill this chasm
Let me set the battlements on fire

- Sting

I listened to this song at least four times today. I came across it by accident really. It's on Sting's greatest hits album. In some ways it's such a delicate song. Maybe that's just related to my associations with it. I put that quote on the tag that was attached to a red carnation that was sent to this person I really liked my senior year in high school. I don't think they ever knew it was directly from me. But it was a crush of a sort that was very delicate. This person was (and still is I assume) beautiful, talented, smart and so many other things. It's one of those crushes or "fallings" that leaves you totally vulnerable. I was willing to risk a lot. But I cared enough for them that when I knew someone else was interested in them.. I let them have a chance. This person couldn't have had any idea I liked them. We used to walk around the track and talk about our S.O's. This person's particular S.O. was a total asshole. There's no better way to put it. It was near agony to hear how shitty my friend was being treated by their "S.O." Like a piece of meat really. Really sad. So when I heard this song by Sting today, all that quiet exuberance of that love or whatever you call the feelings of a 18-year old came slipping back. It made me a little melancholy but reflective at the same time. It's amazing the things we are willing to sacrifice in our lives.

Incidentally, I hate the pronoun game.

This week is not really over yet. I have a public meeting to attend tomorrow morning and write a press release for. That shouldn't be horrible since there will be coffee there. I'm waiting for Matt to get home from an appearance at our Elvis Impersonator Festival. Before that we were both at the V.I.P. welcome for those involved in the Nature Art Festival. That was cool. I got to read a proclamation since my boss couldn't be there. Then this woman asked me for my autograph. I'm still grinning about that since I think it's funny that someone asked me that now and no one has ever before when I was a news reporter. It's funny what people will think is cool or impressive.

It never rained here in Jamestown last night. It did other places though. Our aquifers are getting very low all around the city. My boss' well dried up earlier this week. Yech. It has cooled off significantly. The humidity took a nice nosedive too. I can actually sit and type without perspiring. Hooray! It was warm at the Nature Art Festival (location 1 --> Jamestown Community College). Well, another potentially busy weekend ahead.

Thursday, August 09, 2001

Boom diddy boom

That's just nonsense. I'm waiting for the skies to make that kind of noise and unleash a torrent of rain along with some cooler air. How realistic is that? Well, according to every weatherman I've seen tonight.. pretty possible. Hrmph.

Visit with Sean and Anne was cool. I made the most garlic-y pesto sauce ever. I think I overdid it actually. The caprese salad was fairly awesome. However, note to self: just buy the regular basil in the plastic containers next time. That hydrophonic stuff wilted and died within a day! Geezus. Probably why the pesto sauce was too garlic-y. Not enough basil. But it was cool seeing them. We gave them the 20-cent tour of Jamestown and Lakewood. That included showing them our former place of employment. Terry was in phenomenal form. That meant he was freaking out at the printer, swearing and yelling, and causing general commotion for no reason other than the fact that he's just damn incompetent at times. Too bad he's such a good reporter. He certainly has issues with everything else.

You know, Susanna Hoffs reminds me of Abby. I don't think Abby has a blog or website, but she's friends with Jenny and Matt (among others). I think that's fairly complementary. *grins*

Sleep, sleep, sleep. Time for slumber for my weary bones. 'Night.

Wednesday, August 08, 2001


It is. So. Hot.

It is so hot that the steam in the bathroom this morning from my shower matched the fog outside.

It is so hot that sitting still makes me sweat.

It is so hot that the water never gets cold coming out of the faucet.

It is so.. ok, I'm done with that line for a little bit. I'm sure everyone that reads this is in some state of swealter.

I knew this was going to happen as soon as I got visitors. Plus, I can't find any fans in the stores (to help move around the hot air). I'm still excited nonetheless about having people over for dinner and the night. I'm making linguine in pesto and caprese salad. I bought this cappucino ice cream of some sort from Wegmans' (their brand). My mom says it's awesome. We'll see. If it sucks, we'll just go out for a drive in the air conditioned car.

We've started CPP training (Comprehensive Performance Plan) again. It's my turn to go through it. That means every other Wednesday I have to spend 3 hours doing whatever you do in CPP training. I find out today what that's like. Hope it's not painful or something that will put me to sleep. I'm tired enough as it is *grins*

I forgot that last night was National Night Out and freaked when I couldn't find Matt (called a bunch of people). He got home after 9pm after going to block party after block party. He was zonked out and miserable from the heat. I felt better that he was safe. I had visions of him lying dead on his office floor from a bee sting. I still think he's nuts for not carrying around an adrenalin shot in case he does get bit. Guess that's living on the edge for him since he doesn't skateboard anymore. *shrugs*

Monday, August 06, 2001

The votes.. er vote.. is in. No kissy face list. No one really emailed me about it, but when my S.O. read my blog he said, "You're not really going to do that list are you??" I replied, "Erm.. well, I'm waiting for people to email me about that." He says, "Oh please don't do that list! I don't need to know who you kissed before me." I said, "Well, ok.. guess that decides that!" *laughs* Love is funny, isn't it? I've been pondering the "could have beens" lately. Funny stuff. It's amazing how many people we meet in our lives that could have been something more than they were. In most cases, we're better off not ever knowing or doing that to our friendships. Unfortunately, sometimes there's always that one person that you just think, "Damnit!! Why didn't I???" Or maybe just me. Nah.. I know a few other people who have confessed similar things.


'Nother busy week ahead. I'm stuffing envelopes with the Young Democrats at Campaign HQ's tonight after a legislature committee meeting. Tomorrow is National Night Out.. gotta do that. I wonder when I'll get to wash clothes *ponders* I have this rule about washing clothes. When you get to a certain number of clean pairs of underwear.. it's time. Just because you know if you don't, you'll get to that last pair and say, "Oh shit! I don't have time to do it tonight or tomorrow!! What the hell am I going to do???" *nods* I too damn sensible sometimes.

Saturday, August 04, 2001

MTV's 20th Birthday

Man.. I feel old. MTV is 20 years old. Geeezzzuuuusss. I remember watching MTV at the dinner table when we first got cable. That one Quiet Riot video played everyday at the same time. And the funny part is that my parents actually watched it with me. TV was a special treat to me as a kid. I watched a lot of PBS (parental approved) and Black Beauty on Nickelodeon. I really loved "You Can't Do That on Television" but my mom thought it was trash. So I had to sneak it when I could. Those were also the days that I got super excited when Disney had a free preview week. *rolls eyes*

All my knowledge of pop culture came from these fleeting moments and from babysitting (or being babysat). I mentioned before that my parents were awesome about culturing me, but they also tried to keep what they considered "trash" out of my life. Like no sugar cereals, no TV at night or after school (unless it was educational), no trashy teen mags (like Tiger, Teenbeat, etc), and no name brand clothes if my mom could help it. That was just the surface of it. My parents meant really well, but I still hungered for that stuff. I think I'm making up for it now in my 20s. Ergh. I washed dishes today listening to Debbie Gibson's Greatest hits (and singing along very loudly). And I occasionally drool over sugary bubble gum in the supermarket checkout isles. *laughs* But don't worry.. I haven't totally lost my mind.

I need to go wake Matt from his nap so we can get coffee at Kaldi's.. just because they're open until 1am. And it's Lucy's Birthday Celebration downtown... hoorah!

Friday, August 03, 2001

Last night Matt and I saw "Legally Blonde" at the Lakewood Cinema Six. It's really the only place you can see decent movies right away down here. Otherwise, you have to keep checking the schedule at the Reg Lenna Civic Center. From Fall through Spring they show movies that are borderline indie/good. During the summer, you have to go to Chautauqua to see that stuff. That sucks. I guess they're showing "Memento" next week. Ah well.

Hey! Great news :-) My friend Sean and Anne may be coming down to Jamestown for a visit next Wednesday. I'm pretty psyched about that. Not only will I get to see them, it will also lead to a clean house. Having guests over puts me into a cleaning frenzy. Start taking bets now on just what gets done *heh*
Christ on a.. (insert word here)

My friend Ryan enlightened me to the phrase above. I forget his favourite connotation of it. I think it was something like "Christ on a piece of toast" or something like that. Well, after not hearing/seeing this phrase for months, I saw two versions within an hour of each other this morning. "Christ on a monorail" and "Christ on a bike." Unsurprisingly, they were in two of the blogs I read (Meg AKA not.so.soft and Jessica AKA paranoid.android. Talk about funny coincidences.

I'm trying to resist the urge to post a list that I've seen on some other blogs (All the people you've kissed). I decided that I'd give people who read this the opportunity to say "Ew! No!" or "Sure! Go!" So email me and tell me whether or not you think it would be in ok taste to divulge my kissy-face past *laughs*

Wednesday, August 01, 2001

Do Try To Speak As We Do

Sometimes I get so involved in a book that I have to read it straight through.. no matter the time. I read the above book in 3 hours. It's why in the previous post that I decided I just had to go to England. It didn't help that last night on WNED-PBS was a documentary called "Great Streets" that featured the Royal Mile in Edinburgh, Scotland. On top of that.. it was narrated and featured Emmylou Harris. How cool is that??

I tend to get envious of my friends who have ventured abroad. My friend Anne spent a month in Scotland in high school and then a semester in England in college. She's been back since with her boyfriend (and my friend) Sean. Sean is another widely traveled sort. They're really the two friends I have that have traveled overseas a bit. I must live vicariously through them! I do have plans to make it overseas again. 8 days in England with the Rochester Philharmonic Youth Orchestra was not enough!

Away, Away

We're on a mini-vaca in an area where they're experiencing forest fires (thanks asshole arsonist). It's an area that makes Clift...