blatherings

blatherings
the shallow side

Evidence I’ve gotten old

We have a long weekend and S wants trip the light fantastic while I want to clean the house, see a matinee and then look at paint colours for when we get around to painting the house.
2.7.05 20:46


More light summer reading

While I’ve seen the movie for The HandMaid’s Tale, and even heard the abridged version on tape, I’ve never read the book.  It was fun.  Better than I expected actually.  I’m not a fan of Margaret Atwood.  I find her endings weak and her approach about as subtle as a sledgehammer.  Still, the way this book ends, I rather enjoyed.  I like it when books talk about how unreliable they are. 


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I’m moving on to Dracula – another classic I’ve never read.  When I was in high school I volunteered doing tech stuff at the college theatre and worked on the adaptation of Dracula which I was enamoured with at the time, although my English teacher said it was a dreadful version.  So, I’ve picked up the annotated version used in first year English and have only just made my way through the introduction that has told me this book is all about sex.  So it must be good, right?
6.7.05 01:00


merp

I know of nothing more stressful then working on a time sensitive document and having the lights dim from power fluctuations due to the sudden hailstorm that hit.  And now passed.
6.7.05 22:20


nothing like the first time

S and I have instituted “date night” because our schedules make it well neigh impossible to see each other without planning and such.  This is the second time we’ve tried this – last time something came up in terms of papers… it all went to chaos... at any rate, we went out tonight, on a date….


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We went down to the Works – Edmonton holds a number of festivals over the summer and this is supposed to be the visual arts festival.  Once upon a time, it coincided with the jazz festival so there would be great music playing and you could walk around Churchill Square (this is back when there were trees and grass) to view many booths of artwork and some selling trinkets.  Around the sides there would be few food vendors.  When we went tonight there were very few people milling about on the parking lot of a park, there were maybe 6 booths selling trinkets and no art to be seen.  We went to a couple of the sites – local businesses and public buildings are set up to display some work - only, while the web site claimed that they were all open till 8, we got kicked out of one at five.  And frankly, it was all so lame.  There would be a dozen pictures in each place, and they neither pushed the boundaries nor were even particularly good. 


 


So we headed over to A&B Sound where we found a re-release of Revolting Cocks “God damn you son of a bitch” in, where else, the pop section.  Still, it was fun to listen to - I get a giggle out of how similar industrial and dance music are.


 


From there, on our ever so exciting date we went to the Highlevel Diner, which was as lovely as always.  Dan decided I was taking too long looking at the desert menu – I wasn’t planning on having anything, I was just trying to figure out how long we would have to be there before S could drive safely again – and decided that I needed a banana split.  Which I blinked at, surprised.  So he asked me how to make one, and S jumped in with all his high school Dairy Queen experience and gave directions.  And I had a banana split.  I was stuffed silly after eating, but it is always nice to be spoiled like that.  I don’t quite know why Dan is so set on making each time we are there an experience.  Last time, he changed S’s salad.  There are frequent touches to make things just a little different, a little better. 


 


We took the dog out for a quick walk, and fixed Mrs Moose’s closet door.  After that, we had a quick drink with her and came home.  S was pretty tired – no doubt after working in the hot sun all day, and I had to work a little with the secret ninja death squad.  I’m just finishing up now.



 

Tomorrow is going to be another long day – I’m at the library in the afternoon, then ninjas and kickboxing.  Friday will be a repeat, only more ninjas and less kickboxing…  That leaves Saturday which is Ca's wedding and then more work Sunday... Monday shall be spent in sloth, before I start a full week at the library which is my last this summer.
7.7.05 09:04


tummy troubles

These last couple of nights I’ve been working out when I finish work.  It’s the only time it is cool enough now, and I’m really noticing how much my body bugs me.  I know it’s crazy to say that after eating a bunch of ice cream, but I don’t believe in turning away other people’s generosity.  I’ve been cutting back on junk food in general, so that was a nice treat.  Regardless, I’m really annoyed by my belly.  I know that I need to do cardio and ab work (which bores me like nothing else) but it seems to be the slowest to change.  I find that pilates doesn’t tire me out enough to feel really worked, but I still have to use the modified version for most of the exercises because I compensate with my back.  Any tips on how to change this would be appreciated.


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Anyway, I’m doing yoga tonight – I like doing it on either side of kickboxing in hopes of becoming more limber.
7.7.05 09:08


why?

I find it quite amusing that I write devon with a lower case "d" and everyone "corrects" this when they write it, to give me an upper case D. Do y'all think I made a mistake and have never fixed it? Are you just so used to capitalizing that you do it without thinking? Would this happen if I used "may" or "bob" which could either be capitalized if they were names or left they way they are if not?
7.7.05 19:26


Theft!

I don't know how many of you read Cody's blog although I'm sure at least one of you do. He's posted the following from the Milwaukee Journal and I rather like it. It makes me think of the Lovest of the Low song with the lines "this is year zero, the monday of your life"

"There's something about the hanging of a new calendar that makes us mull how we'll fill the days and months to come. We cannot help but wonder whether stepping over the threshold between last year and this can spur us to live as we'd truly like to live. It's strange, isn't it, how many of us inhabit an existence we don't prefer? There are scores of reasons why we do it--because of habit or duty, dedication or inertia, and too often because we don't dare to imagine we might rise up from the ashes of the past as some lovelier creature than we were yesterday. We abide with what we know--not just because we must, but because we can't see beyond our own circumstances."
8.7.05 19:06


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