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Showing posts from January, 2004

Slowly Conquering the Other 27

The red states represent where I've traveled in my lifetime.

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30 Years of a Family Business, 10 Years of Redevelopment, and a 100-Year Old Historic Building Gone

Buffalo ABC affiliate, WKBW, has video available of last night's fire

Here's the local paper's story.

More Than 100 Battle Massive City Blaze
Post-Journal 1/29/04

Over 100 firefighters from eight departments battled a blaze that completely destroyed the El Greco furniture building on East First Street in Jamestown.

Flames raged for four hours Wednesday night while firefighters fought to maintain the stability of a crucial firewall and barrier for a dozen 129-year-old attached buildings known as the old Broadhead Mills complex.
Dozens of police officers, fire police and other support staff maintained a police barricade that closed East First, East Second and parts of East Third streets through the night. Dozens more people were evacuated from apartments and businesses along East Second Street and redirected to Jamestown High School's gymnasium.

By 10 p.m., Police Chief/Director of Public Safety William McLaughlin said decisions were being made ''minute by min…

How Can We Sleep While Our Beds Are Burning?

One-quarter. 1/4. That's the portion of downtown Jamestown that burned down tonight. It seems like an exageration, but it's pretty close to the truth. On 1st Street, the El Greco baby furniture building is GONE. Just gone. It's pretty terrible. I'll update you more tomorrow when I can post some news links.

More Precious Than a Heart of Gold...

I'm super-psyched that the song, "Kiss At The End of the Rainbow" from A Mighty Wind is up for an Oscar for best original song in a movie. This was such a great movie and I'm glad that it at least got a nomination. My mom, who hasn't seen the movie yet, thought the soundtrack was great. She's a Peter, Paul, & Mary; and Beach Boys fan, of course. Me? It's kitsch, so therefore it's cool. Also, you can't help but feel all patriotic when you hear the title track to the film. That or giggle a little.

Super, Sexy Serious!

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So Should I Not Be Singing the Line "...You pass to left, then you sail to the right.."?

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Shaken, Not Stirred

I had a serious shaking-fist-at-the-sky moment just a little bit ago. I was reading some of the news sites I peruse throughout the day when my eye caught an article about musical group, Pink Martini. At first I thought it was a review of a new bar in Rochester, but read on to find out this group is playing with the Rochester Philharmonic Orchestra tomorrow night and Saturday. The review piqued my interest and then I listened to some sound clips on This is when the fist-shaking began. I almost audibly uttered, "Why? Why must I live so far away! It just sounds so cool!" Then I calmed down and decided to add Pink Martini's cd Sympathique to my wishlist as an alternative to suddenly dragging Matt to Rochester with me on Saturday to see this group. I imagine when he reads this he will be thanking me for keeping my head somewhat.

Get the Real Stuff Next Time

So I decided to try my variation on coke with lime and Tanqueray last night when Matt and I joined some friends for a drink at a local bar. The drink fell flat. It just didn't have that taste I was expecting. Of course the bar doesn't have the new diet Coke with lime, so it wasn't going to be an exact test. Guess I need to go buy some Tanqueray and the new diet Coke. I suppose the plus side was the drink performed adequately in the raising blood alcohol level department. Two drinks and I was done. Woke up this morning wishing we hadn't stayed out to 1:30am. End of story there.

Tick Tock

I can't sleep.

I blame the half a bottle of diet Coke with lime while doing chores around the house and talking on the phone with a couple of people. Caffiene too late at night seems to have an ill effect on me at times. Wait. That should be a good thing. Unfortunately, tonight wasn't a night where I needed some all-night-juice. I think I'm also a little worked up over the fact that my aunt is coming for dinner and staying overnight tomorrow (today) night. I confirmed this at 9pm earlier tonight, so a quick cleaning frenzy ensued. Fortunately, the house wasn't in that bad of shape. I just needed to wash some bedding and vacuum some floors. It's all good.

Side note: I must get some Tanqueray and more diet Coke with Lime, because I have a sneaky suspicion that a mix of the two might create my new favourite beverage.

So I become a part-time employee this week. I broke out of my funk from a post or two earlier and made some much needed phone calls and visit…
My life is rated R.
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Schmoozing Your Way Into A Job

Even though unemployment lurks eleven months down the road, I'm not particularly in the mood to put on the super-schmooze act to get myself a job. I'd say I'm borderline sabotaging a shot at one job by not writing a thank-you note to the person that interviewed me. Not that it all hinges on a note, but it's certainly an aspect of interview etiquette that I have not followed through on.

I suppose the worst crime is that I have a bountiful collection of people I can use as references, letter of recommendation writers, and general "She has excellent qualifications, you should hire her" sources. Have I thoroughly tapped that? Not even close. Part of the problem is knowing what to say to them. I'm currently faced with cold-calling one person to ask them to put a good word in for me so I can get an interview with one organization. How do you start that one off, especially if you don't call or talk to this person on a regular basis? "Hi, how a…

Where's The Love?

Maybe it's age. Maybe it's cynacism. Whatever it is, somewhere along the way I lost my uber-sappy-gene. Maybe I just got bored with being "sappier than a freshly cut Georgia Long Pine" over everything. Being sappy, whether it's being directed at a love interest or the latest romance book/movie/idea, is truly an adolescent trait. I hear the word "sappy" and it makes me think of Kelley making me a "Boy-Lover" button to wear in 7th grade. It also reminds me of a valentine I made for a former boyfriend. It was supposed express my love and what he meant to me. Lots of lyrics to songs and snippets of poetry. It was so mushy that it could have beat school mashed potatoes in a consistency test. The whole "Georgia Long Pine" phrase comes from either Matt F. or Ryan from when I dated their friend, Ben. I think they directed that term toward him since we were pretty hopeless in our sappiness for each other. Then I got cynical. I wa…

Que Es La Verdad?

My Spanish is rusty but the subject line should translate to: "What is the truth?" In Spain, this is a top question, especially as
blogs become a true news source (courtesy of Wired). I would say the same thing is happening in this country. When it comes to traditional paper/tv/radio news, are we getting the full story? Not that you can find the whole truth online, but at least it's a venue where you have a better shot at finding all angles of a story.

Ryan S for Deputy Commissioner of Tailgating!

Okay, I'm a bit slow on the up-take on this since all my sinus sickness prevented me from being able to look a computer screen head-on for almost two days. Anyway!

My buddy Shep is in the running to become the Deputy Commissioner of Tailgating. Shep is a pretty cool guy and an excellent cook. In light of this, y'all should head on over to The section you want is at the bottom of the page (toward the right). I'd appreciate it if you lent your support. Thanks!

Snow Burst

The first serious bands of lake effect snow off Lake Erie for the new year closed schools in the north county and caused my boss to declare the incelment weather policy for our offices. I heard this just before I got on the expressway this morning, but trudged onward anyway. I knew the weather would get worse I got closer to work, but figured that no one else would show up since they all lived along the lake shore. I was partially right. Our main secretary caught a bus home and my boss was forced to turn around before he got far from his house due to visibility problems. Needless to say, the snow is staying north of here and the sun is attempting to shine.

One of my co-workers asked why I came in. I responded that the roads weren't too terrible yet and I surmised it was better than sitting at home and raising my chances of catching the flu from Matt. Instead, I'm nursing my ailing sinuses here at work. A classmate in my interpersonal communications class in college c…

Well Ring A Ding Ding!

So I'm wishing you all a Happy New Year and stuff and wondering how the hell I'm going to cure my darn earworm of "Hey Ya!" by the Outkast when I realize that in less than eight months I'll be married. While pondering my demise as a singleton, I also realize that 2003 was not always the most damn fine year I had come across. On the otherhand, karma speaks louder than words so the rollercoaster that the year was all seems to be in balance in the end.

Things to be happy about? First and foremost, my engagement to a guy who happens to be the best match I've ever come across. The verdict is still out on whether we'll procreate, but otherwise we've found excellent ways of putting up with each other's shite so why not seal the deal?

And in no particular order, other bouts of happiness realized came in the form of my best friend's wedding, a trip to the Maritimes, Canada with my parents and grandmother, a trip to Wilmington, NC to meet Matt'…