And now for something a little brighter . . . I hope you like it. :P
Here are some stories that are pretty cool, from the web page, Other People's Stories
Friday, January 10, 2003
HELP ! HELP ! HELP ! HELP !I try to limit my pleas for help to the critical, serious things in life. And this dear friends and readers is a genuine plea for help:
Apparently the Carnegie Museum of Art here in Pittsburgh is seeking to discontinue it's Film Series. This month they are featuring a series of movies from two countries: Brazil and the Slovakia (formerly connected with Czech Republic). For some of you, this may be of little import. But for those of us who delightin seeing films from other countries and cultures, this would be a critical loss. Here is the Post Gazette article about the story.
I include a piece here that explains a bit more of what is going on, as well as some contact info for how you may help:
In an off list response to my earlier posting on the Carnegie Museums of Pittsburgh decision to eliminate the film and video departments, I was
asked to articulate why I thought the Museum was irresponsible. Hence I am including a lengthier piece I wrote regarding this issue. I hope it
further explains why this decision might be detrimental. I welcome a dialogue.
Say, No! To the Closing of the Carnegie Museum of Art FILM and VIDEO DEPARMENT
People who make, teach and exhibit films in many corners of the United States, and I dare say, many communities throughout the globe, are also
equally shocked by the decision of the Carnegie Museum of Art to eliminate its film and video department. This is not an acceptable means to
balance the budget.
Bill Judson and his programming have long been heralded throughout the US film community. For many of us who worked in far smaller venues. the
Carnegie Museum of Art screenings provided a critical window into a broad range of filmworks, which our extremely limited resources prohibited us
to garner on our own. The loss of this programming window to the field is a serious blow.
Secondly, in our post-9-11 world, because visa processing has severely slowed down visits by cultural workers, especially from the Middle East, the
presentation of film becomes a vital force in the expression of different cultural views. Further, in a commercial climate where major media in
the hands of corporate conglomerates provide no cultural distinctions and largely present political status quo, the exhibition of independently produced
media becomes paramount to a public discourse on a range of vital issues----security, democracy, war, peace.
Most critically, this decision by the Carnegie Museums of Pittsburgh is willy-nilly, self-serving, and made in a vacuum. The decision to
eliminate the Film and Video Department, if allowed to stand, portents miserably for the entire field. It sets a signal, and other ignorant boards of
directors follow suit. Far too often, over a thirty year span I have seen this kind of cultural naivete create a tidal wave of cultural problems.
In 2003 it is time to expand the showing of a broad mix of culturally rich media to ensure better understanding of cultural differences. If we
weren¹t so fixated ----via the established media--- on the inevitability of war with Iraq, and the ensuing costs of that war, maybe the funds would still be
there to keep the Film and Video Department open. Maybe the Carnegie Museums¹ directors have to open their checks books, and pull deeper from their
personal resources to keep this vital part of their institution going, vibrant and leading. There are consequences to your actions, if you
allow the Carnegie Film and Video program to die.
Ariel Dougherty
(Co-Founder of Women Make Movies, Inc.)
January 9, 2003
Truth or Consequences, NM
505. 894. 1844 ArielOLive@aol.com
Apparently the Carnegie Museum of Art here in Pittsburgh is seeking to discontinue it's Film Series. This month they are featuring a series of movies from two countries: Brazil and the Slovakia (formerly connected with Czech Republic). For some of you, this may be of little import. But for those of us who delightin seeing films from other countries and cultures, this would be a critical loss. Here is the Post Gazette article about the story.
I include a piece here that explains a bit more of what is going on, as well as some contact info for how you may help:
In an off list response to my earlier posting on the Carnegie Museums of Pittsburgh decision to eliminate the film and video departments, I was
asked to articulate why I thought the Museum was irresponsible. Hence I am including a lengthier piece I wrote regarding this issue. I hope it
further explains why this decision might be detrimental. I welcome a dialogue.
Say, No! To the Closing of the Carnegie Museum of Art FILM and VIDEO DEPARMENT
People who make, teach and exhibit films in many corners of the United States, and I dare say, many communities throughout the globe, are also
equally shocked by the decision of the Carnegie Museum of Art to eliminate its film and video department. This is not an acceptable means to
balance the budget.
Bill Judson and his programming have long been heralded throughout the US film community. For many of us who worked in far smaller venues. the
Carnegie Museum of Art screenings provided a critical window into a broad range of filmworks, which our extremely limited resources prohibited us
to garner on our own. The loss of this programming window to the field is a serious blow.
Secondly, in our post-9-11 world, because visa processing has severely slowed down visits by cultural workers, especially from the Middle East, the
presentation of film becomes a vital force in the expression of different cultural views. Further, in a commercial climate where major media in
the hands of corporate conglomerates provide no cultural distinctions and largely present political status quo, the exhibition of independently produced
media becomes paramount to a public discourse on a range of vital issues----security, democracy, war, peace.
Most critically, this decision by the Carnegie Museums of Pittsburgh is willy-nilly, self-serving, and made in a vacuum. The decision to
eliminate the Film and Video Department, if allowed to stand, portents miserably for the entire field. It sets a signal, and other ignorant boards of
directors follow suit. Far too often, over a thirty year span I have seen this kind of cultural naivete create a tidal wave of cultural problems.
In 2003 it is time to expand the showing of a broad mix of culturally rich media to ensure better understanding of cultural differences. If we
weren¹t so fixated ----via the established media--- on the inevitability of war with Iraq, and the ensuing costs of that war, maybe the funds would still be
there to keep the Film and Video Department open. Maybe the Carnegie Museums¹ directors have to open their checks books, and pull deeper from their
personal resources to keep this vital part of their institution going, vibrant and leading. There are consequences to your actions, if you
allow the Carnegie Film and Video program to die.
Ariel Dougherty
(Co-Founder of Women Make Movies, Inc.)
January 9, 2003
Truth or Consequences, NM
505. 894. 1844 ArielOLive@aol.com
Thursday, January 09, 2003
Trial One of 2003:
What I mean by that is that I signed up for two classes, only to discover the first was a bit too elementary for me(2nd semester freshman composition), and the second was a bit advanced for me (2nd semester student teacher workshop). Suffice it to say, there is much to be said for consulting an advisor in selecting courses. I am grateful for the one teacher who said, you need this other course, as it will suit your needs perfectly. And so, as of now, I am registered for the appropriate class for my schooling.
Thus far, this week has been generally frustrating. I like to think that it's resistance to inertia: ie the gritty friction that meets change rubbing it the other way. What kinda lube has gotten me through? Nothing that comes in a tube, but some helpful built-in (?) phrases:
Control your thoughts.
Control you mouth.
Control your anger.
Breathe.
and finally,
Timor nolle
Noli timeri
These last two phrases are of course Latin, one meaning "Fear Not", the other meaning "Nothing to Fear." I'm surprised that nobody has capitalized on the idea of putting these phrases across the rear windshield of their blue-underlit Iroc-Z or thier hooptied-up Ford F350. Perhaps that's a bit academic for the average cat on the street. Which brings to mind that Thule, which is apparently a brandname for outdoorsy gear, originally was the name Pytheas had for thick fog in the icy waters North of the British Isles and Scandinavia (probably what we now know as the Norwegian Sea).
One final note: I am thankful for good friends and the good people I know. How fortunate are we who have supportive folks listen, try to understand and help us through difficult stuff. 3 people i would like to thank who (in no particular order / ranking) helped me in thier own capacities yesterday: Jim, Paul, and Madge. Thanks for being good people. :D
What I mean by that is that I signed up for two classes, only to discover the first was a bit too elementary for me(2nd semester freshman composition), and the second was a bit advanced for me (2nd semester student teacher workshop). Suffice it to say, there is much to be said for consulting an advisor in selecting courses. I am grateful for the one teacher who said, you need this other course, as it will suit your needs perfectly. And so, as of now, I am registered for the appropriate class for my schooling.
Thus far, this week has been generally frustrating. I like to think that it's resistance to inertia: ie the gritty friction that meets change rubbing it the other way. What kinda lube has gotten me through? Nothing that comes in a tube, but some helpful built-in (?) phrases:
Control your thoughts.
Control you mouth.
Control your anger.
Breathe.
and finally,
Timor nolle
Noli timeri
These last two phrases are of course Latin, one meaning "Fear Not", the other meaning "Nothing to Fear." I'm surprised that nobody has capitalized on the idea of putting these phrases across the rear windshield of their blue-underlit Iroc-Z or thier hooptied-up Ford F350. Perhaps that's a bit academic for the average cat on the street. Which brings to mind that Thule, which is apparently a brandname for outdoorsy gear, originally was the name Pytheas had for thick fog in the icy waters North of the British Isles and Scandinavia (probably what we now know as the Norwegian Sea).
One final note: I am thankful for good friends and the good people I know. How fortunate are we who have supportive folks listen, try to understand and help us through difficult stuff. 3 people i would like to thank who (in no particular order / ranking) helped me in thier own capacities yesterday: Jim, Paul, and Madge. Thanks for being good people. :D
Tuesday, January 07, 2003
Loyal readers . . . after the long hiatus, I have returned. Christmas and New years Eve were pleasant this year, fun and good times were shared by all.
Much thanks to be given to Curt Connolly, his rockin' gift to me this year? a Play Station . . . and my favorite Star Wars game. It's way sweet and tons of fun to play. :P
Guitar and music stuff is going alright, there's some new stuff to emerge over the past few weeks, and new songs are always welcome. And today starts a new semester for me. Wish me luck with school work!
Last night was the end of the holiday season, for me anyways. I de-ornamented or undecorated the tree last night, removed the lights, and Jim helped me tuck the tree in the alley until pickup this Friday. Street cleaning starts in April, so tha'ts cool, but tha'ts the only thing I do't like about spring. Oh well, must be patient. Aside from that, not too much else going on.
I'm looking forward to a new year of good stuff, and I want to wish each and every one of you, peace, success and happiness in 2003. :D
Much thanks to be given to Curt Connolly, his rockin' gift to me this year? a Play Station . . . and my favorite Star Wars game. It's way sweet and tons of fun to play. :P
Guitar and music stuff is going alright, there's some new stuff to emerge over the past few weeks, and new songs are always welcome. And today starts a new semester for me. Wish me luck with school work!
Last night was the end of the holiday season, for me anyways. I de-ornamented or undecorated the tree last night, removed the lights, and Jim helped me tuck the tree in the alley until pickup this Friday. Street cleaning starts in April, so tha'ts cool, but tha'ts the only thing I do't like about spring. Oh well, must be patient. Aside from that, not too much else going on.
I'm looking forward to a new year of good stuff, and I want to wish each and every one of you, peace, success and happiness in 2003. :D
Wednesday, December 18, 2002
Indeedum . . . you should go see the Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers. My thoughts on the movie?
1. for a sequel, it's pretty darn good. it still had the epic grandeur, I think it's good for all ages, and easy enough to follow without having read the books or seen the first film
2. for a sequel, it blows Star Wars episode II out of the water
3. for a movie where fans dress up, most girls opt for elves, and look like hippy chicks with pointy ears. most dudes went as wizards, so they look like college kids with a cloak ... (shrugs). I counted at least ten folks with the book in the theater...
1. for a sequel, it's pretty darn good. it still had the epic grandeur, I think it's good for all ages, and easy enough to follow without having read the books or seen the first film
2. for a sequel, it blows Star Wars episode II out of the water
3. for a movie where fans dress up, most girls opt for elves, and look like hippy chicks with pointy ears. most dudes went as wizards, so they look like college kids with a cloak ... (shrugs). I counted at least ten folks with the book in the theater...
Tuesday, December 17, 2002
As I have also been experiencing some "technical difficulties", (on the software end mostly, not the hardware end so much), I can share this bit with ya'll: http://www.moveon.org/technicaldifficulties
Apparetly I've got a leak somewhere in the lines, or the broadcaster has been alternately tuned. Hard to tell what is going on sometimes through all of it.
I noticed something: if you're courting a cold, so much so that you're taking cough syrup that contains dextromethorphine (sp) it'll pretty well turn the contents of your REM cycle into something different, I mean completely different. So much so that you're glad you wake up and are back in reality... It should be incentive enough to keep one eating healthy, exercising, and doing all the life promoting things we have in our lives.
Apparetly I've got a leak somewhere in the lines, or the broadcaster has been alternately tuned. Hard to tell what is going on sometimes through all of it.
I noticed something: if you're courting a cold, so much so that you're taking cough syrup that contains dextromethorphine (sp) it'll pretty well turn the contents of your REM cycle into something different, I mean completely different. So much so that you're glad you wake up and are back in reality... It should be incentive enough to keep one eating healthy, exercising, and doing all the life promoting things we have in our lives.
Thursday, December 12, 2002
Office Parties: The office party this year was fun, more so than last years. The good folks on 6 put together a coupla good skits and piped a few Christmas carols on beer bottles. A girl on my floor read a clever poem. There was much spoofing of G W Bush, much beer sloshing and and some lip smacking good food. I met a coupla new folks, was on my best behavior (ie, nobody was introduced to Eastern Asian Body Mimicry), and had fun. Still, there is something strange about the office party: have fun (but not too much), relax (but not too much), and get together with your coworkers. I guess what's wierd for me is the blurry lines of propriety and sobriety. Nobody said or did anything exceptional, in fact all were in check. Raciest thing I saw? the limbo bar . . . but still, the internal monitor was on and working overtime. Not that I was hoping for streakers or pyrotechnics or a projectile emissis, no none of those things would be fitting at the office party. There just seemed to be something amiss . . . perhaps that something must be absent to make the outside world parties more interesting than office parties.
Tuesday, December 10, 2002
You saw the Perseids, maybe the Leonids, and now just outside of your town this weekend . . . the reliable Geminids!!!
Yesterday (Monday) . . . an overall good day, with a few ups and downs.
The worst part? I burnt the inside of my lip.
The best part? I got said burn learning how to eat fire.
*** WARNING***
Fire-Eating could Kill You!
Fire-Eating is known to be deadly and to be performed only by qualified professional Fire-Eaters and should NEVER be attempted by anyone, other than a professional Fire-Eater, at any time.
Dan showed me how to do it (eat fire), and he told me how to NOT burn my lip, but somehow I ended up doing it anyways. And yeah, surprise, I succesfully learned the trick. But unlike piano or guitar or juggling or whatever, I seriously don't recommend teaching YOURSELF how to do it. Best to have a highly knowledgeable person to train you.
Dan: "As soon as you don't respect the flame, that is when trouble starts."
Now I need to get some supplies of my own, and determine how to incorporate fire eating with/into playing guitar. Hmmm ... any ideas? I know Hendrix had a pretty cool thing but I'm hoping to try something original.
Until then, I'll be singing for my supper, heading to the trailer in mid-West America . . .
The worst part? I burnt the inside of my lip.
The best part? I got said burn learning how to eat fire.
*** WARNING***
Fire-Eating could Kill You!
Fire-Eating is known to be deadly and to be performed only by qualified professional Fire-Eaters and should NEVER be attempted by anyone, other than a professional Fire-Eater, at any time.
Dan showed me how to do it (eat fire), and he told me how to NOT burn my lip, but somehow I ended up doing it anyways. And yeah, surprise, I succesfully learned the trick. But unlike piano or guitar or juggling or whatever, I seriously don't recommend teaching YOURSELF how to do it. Best to have a highly knowledgeable person to train you.
Dan: "As soon as you don't respect the flame, that is when trouble starts."
Now I need to get some supplies of my own, and determine how to incorporate fire eating with/into playing guitar. Hmmm ... any ideas? I know Hendrix had a pretty cool thing but I'm hoping to try something original.
Until then, I'll be singing for my supper, heading to the trailer in mid-West America . . .
Hey kids, long time not post!!! I apologize for the delay, but hopefully the story will be worth the wait. I think so because I was living it!!!
Ok, Friday friday friday . . . right. I remember now. I did the Zythos Happy hour with Rich Engel and Chris Dreher; it was Dreher's send off. Dreher is enigmatic, in his own Dreher way. If you know him at all . . . any road, Zythos was fun. Dirty Martini's are fun. Simon and Garfunkel wrote a cool song long ago:
Cecilia, you're breaking my heart
You're shaking my confidence daily
Oh Cecilia, I'm down on my knees
I'm begging you please to come home
Come on home
Yes, then came Marty's B-Day surprise, and i still don't kow for sure if was surprised or not. I'll just assume he was. Saturday, I went to the Busker thinger, got the scoop on busking in town, a yellow bucket, and a few contacts. I played outside Joe Mama's with a guy named Rocky and with Paul Tabatchnik. It's great doing natural three part vocals, esp. whenit realloy doesn't matter. Somehow it just sounds best then.
Then I went to the Pens game with Colin & Co. Luxury box seats make any game, even a loss, fun. Can't say I've ever been in something quite like that before.
Yeah, then it was too early to go to bed when I came home, too late to call anybody to go out, so I took the guitar and went out to play. I froze, but played an hour and made $9 and 2 snowballs. Bitch-eyed punkheads, hmmmm . . . can't even look ya in the eye. Anyways,like the Beastie boys say: "What comes around, goes around."
Ultimately, my readers, it was well worth the experience and I hope b.E.P. heard my song all night in his sleep. >:) Yeah, hen I finally watched LA Confidential. Good flick.
Right... Sunday saw Luvvy and Hummus (aka Louie and the Humans) play at the Quiet Storm. good show guys.
Ok, Friday friday friday . . . right. I remember now. I did the Zythos Happy hour with Rich Engel and Chris Dreher; it was Dreher's send off. Dreher is enigmatic, in his own Dreher way. If you know him at all . . . any road, Zythos was fun. Dirty Martini's are fun. Simon and Garfunkel wrote a cool song long ago:
Cecilia, you're breaking my heart
You're shaking my confidence daily
Oh Cecilia, I'm down on my knees
I'm begging you please to come home
Come on home
Yes, then came Marty's B-Day surprise, and i still don't kow for sure if was surprised or not. I'll just assume he was. Saturday, I went to the Busker thinger, got the scoop on busking in town, a yellow bucket, and a few contacts. I played outside Joe Mama's with a guy named Rocky and with Paul Tabatchnik. It's great doing natural three part vocals, esp. whenit realloy doesn't matter. Somehow it just sounds best then.
Then I went to the Pens game with Colin & Co. Luxury box seats make any game, even a loss, fun. Can't say I've ever been in something quite like that before.
Yeah, then it was too early to go to bed when I came home, too late to call anybody to go out, so I took the guitar and went out to play. I froze, but played an hour and made $9 and 2 snowballs. Bitch-eyed punkheads, hmmmm . . . can't even look ya in the eye. Anyways,like the Beastie boys say: "What comes around, goes around."
Ultimately, my readers, it was well worth the experience and I hope b.E.P. heard my song all night in his sleep. >:) Yeah, hen I finally watched LA Confidential. Good flick.
Right... Sunday saw Luvvy and Hummus (aka Louie and the Humans) play at the Quiet Storm. good show guys.
Thursday, December 05, 2002
I went to Bucca di Peppo's last night for Marty's birthday. He's 29 for the second time . . . :D
What a cool restaurant, and especially if you're going with group of people, you can get lots of course style food, variety and it's good food. There are TONs and tons of pictures all over the walls. I mean, like they took a lot of time to hang pictures... they're pretty cool photos of people, mostly Italian and mostly in black and white. It was almost overwhelming to me, but I liked it. i imagine working there can be frustrating, what with peopel loitering in their narrow passages. That's my only beef with the place, is it seems so densely packed with photos and people that it's almost too busy / crowded. I felt all crammed in at Marty's B-day shindig, but maybe that's cuz we went all th way upstairs to the 3rd floor, past the Pope Room, to the backest back most remote room that was stuffed with folks for another big celebration. whooof . . . it mad eme appreciate open space and clear walls. I haven't felt quite like that since walking out of the Vatican museum in Rome. Of course they don't feed you there, and I was wishing, wishing wishing for a blank wall or something nature-like, not a image or somethign but real real nature to sorta defibrillate my alpha waves.
Long and short, you like Italian food, and got a big grouup of folks, try the Bucca di Peppo. It's becoming of the new Station Square.
What a cool restaurant, and especially if you're going with group of people, you can get lots of course style food, variety and it's good food. There are TONs and tons of pictures all over the walls. I mean, like they took a lot of time to hang pictures... they're pretty cool photos of people, mostly Italian and mostly in black and white. It was almost overwhelming to me, but I liked it. i imagine working there can be frustrating, what with peopel loitering in their narrow passages. That's my only beef with the place, is it seems so densely packed with photos and people that it's almost too busy / crowded. I felt all crammed in at Marty's B-day shindig, but maybe that's cuz we went all th way upstairs to the 3rd floor, past the Pope Room, to the backest back most remote room that was stuffed with folks for another big celebration. whooof . . . it mad eme appreciate open space and clear walls. I haven't felt quite like that since walking out of the Vatican museum in Rome. Of course they don't feed you there, and I was wishing, wishing wishing for a blank wall or something nature-like, not a image or somethign but real real nature to sorta defibrillate my alpha waves.
Long and short, you like Italian food, and got a big grouup of folks, try the Bucca di Peppo. It's becoming of the new Station Square.
Wednesday, December 04, 2002
So today, I'm all caught up with my school stuff for now. The paper is done, I presented yesterday, and was warmly recieved by my classmates. I'm thankful for my public speaking experience, ie public speaking as a course, and theater work. Not to detract from the work that some of my classmates did, but I think I'm the only one who consistently made eye contact with my audience, ie, I spoke with them, held my head up, varied the pitch and intonation of my voice, so the sentences are delivered in some more palatable form than a monotone. Speak slowly so you are understood, look your audience in the eye, and you get some good feedback. I guarantee it. :)
Let;s call this portion: TOO CLOSE TO HOME ... OK, so I'm a single guy. I wrote a response to an ad I saw, somebody who sounded smart and interesting, and I figured, I wouldn't hear anything back. That's what happens with say 99% of the ads, right? You find somebody interesting, somebody with whom you may enjoy talking, conversations and the like. Then you try your hardest to be honest, think about what they said in their ad, and how it relates to you and your stuff. You are thoughtful in your words, and not in a patronizing way. Send your response ... and then you don't hear anything. To be expected. To be fair, i think it's more than likely because your response follows three to five hundred others, all inquiring about the latex or leather in said girls wardrobe, or something else that Jane on the street may be grossed out by. She reads these first three to five hundred other repsonses, thinks ALL men are gross and deletes your response along with the others. It happens I s;pose.
So weeks later, I get an impassioned reponse from a girl. She's appreciative of my response, and we IM. This is good right? Over the course of this IM session, things are good. And then it happens. The inevitable card is dropped. You know, the "I have a BF" or "I met somebody" card. But just a few days ago, you wrote saying . . . and it's already too late when you're thinking that. Oh well, OK . . . It's the tasteful exit card. It's the hand with high royal cards and both the left and right bower. It's trump. Hmmm. In my gut, I think there musta been some foresight on her part, something of a "this could be complicated for us both in the future" or something. Her future, which I wish her the best of luck in, may have been too close to home. I can't say for certain, but that's my best guess, seeing how the trump card was out on the table right after I answered the work story bit. Some things are off limits and probably for a good reason, I must concede. I'm appreciative of her response, and the release back into the pond was gentle enough. So I can't complain really. Elliot Smith says: "She'll decide what she wants. I'll probably be the last to know, no one says until it shows..." So for the next race, here's hoping for a show, if not a win or a place.
Let;s call this portion: TOO CLOSE TO HOME ... OK, so I'm a single guy. I wrote a response to an ad I saw, somebody who sounded smart and interesting, and I figured, I wouldn't hear anything back. That's what happens with say 99% of the ads, right? You find somebody interesting, somebody with whom you may enjoy talking, conversations and the like. Then you try your hardest to be honest, think about what they said in their ad, and how it relates to you and your stuff. You are thoughtful in your words, and not in a patronizing way. Send your response ... and then you don't hear anything. To be expected. To be fair, i think it's more than likely because your response follows three to five hundred others, all inquiring about the latex or leather in said girls wardrobe, or something else that Jane on the street may be grossed out by. She reads these first three to five hundred other repsonses, thinks ALL men are gross and deletes your response along with the others. It happens I s;pose.
So weeks later, I get an impassioned reponse from a girl. She's appreciative of my response, and we IM. This is good right? Over the course of this IM session, things are good. And then it happens. The inevitable card is dropped. You know, the "I have a BF" or "I met somebody" card. But just a few days ago, you wrote saying . . . and it's already too late when you're thinking that. Oh well, OK . . . It's the tasteful exit card. It's the hand with high royal cards and both the left and right bower. It's trump. Hmmm. In my gut, I think there musta been some foresight on her part, something of a "this could be complicated for us both in the future" or something. Her future, which I wish her the best of luck in, may have been too close to home. I can't say for certain, but that's my best guess, seeing how the trump card was out on the table right after I answered the work story bit. Some things are off limits and probably for a good reason, I must concede. I'm appreciative of her response, and the release back into the pond was gentle enough. So I can't complain really. Elliot Smith says: "She'll decide what she wants. I'll probably be the last to know, no one says until it shows..." So for the next race, here's hoping for a show, if not a win or a place.
Monday, December 02, 2002
Email notice I recieved from Busk Pittsburgh:
We are sending out weekly "Busking Opportunities" that you will start receiving this week. It lets you know where the busk-friendly locations are every weekend.
I also want to give you the heads up about "Busk U Oakland" on December 7th from 1 - 4 pm at Joe Mama's in Oakland. This will be an intro to the Busk:Pittsburgh program, and a networking opportunity for performers and business owners who may want buskers.
We are sending out weekly "Busking Opportunities" that you will start receiving this week. It lets you know where the busk-friendly locations are every weekend.
I also want to give you the heads up about "Busk U Oakland" on December 7th from 1 - 4 pm at Joe Mama's in Oakland. This will be an intro to the Busk:Pittsburgh program, and a networking opportunity for performers and business owners who may want buskers.
Oh I completely forgot to mention another cool thing that happened this weekend. I went to my ten year high school reunion. what trip that was!!! you see all of these people you forgot you knew, and some you knew you'd remember. It was nice to see the folks there were doing well. Even though it was busy, I imagined more people would've been there. Highlight of the evening: talking with two HS crushes, both of whom I hardly ever spoke with during school, and finding out what cool people they are. And it has become readily apparent how lucky we are as alumni of my school. who knew?
so I had a nice little surprise waiting for me in the office this morning. it made me smile :)
I got my paper done, and my only regret is not putting more into it. I could've made it a bit better, I think. Oh well, we'll see how the presentation goes tomorrow.
Thanksgiving was not quite perfect but it was surely a good one, and for that I'm still thankful. I hope everyone had a good weekend with family and friends.
I got my paper done, and my only regret is not putting more into it. I could've made it a bit better, I think. Oh well, we'll see how the presentation goes tomorrow.
Thanksgiving was not quite perfect but it was surely a good one, and for that I'm still thankful. I hope everyone had a good weekend with family and friends.
Friday, November 22, 2002
Hmmm . . . I have this ongoing learning process that is apparently part of the human being. I see it evidenced before me everyday now, and I am part of it. At least I am participant in that I am learning continuously. I wish I could describe to you what it is that I am learning, loyal reader, but it's kinda like describing what it's like to eat an apple: it seems you only learn about how an apple tastes by eating one.
So now the trick is, how do you return to the orchard when you can't find your way back? I keep finding that I walk by a big cave with strange sounds coming from inside. Sounds like a buncha people talking from here. Yeah, it's pretty easy to find that. Can you take apples back into the cave? I don't know, we'll have to wait and see. I'll try to let you know what happens . . .
In the meantime, both of the blogs that I read regularly are standing vacant. The writers are off on vacation or work related travel, so I do miss reading about what's going on in thier lives.
For those of you who are starting to feel the holiday spirits come on, they're just around the corner. Remember that this is a good time to drink hot tea, as that helps to soothe the spirit, relax the mind and ease the body.
Tomorrow is NOT my ten year high school reunion, it;s next Saturday, Nov. 30, same as my sisters birthday. I have no idea what to expect, but I'll be sure to have something to report come Monday.
Until then, have a good weekend ya'll, I'll be living vicariously through your fun since I'm finishing my paper this weekend.
So now the trick is, how do you return to the orchard when you can't find your way back? I keep finding that I walk by a big cave with strange sounds coming from inside. Sounds like a buncha people talking from here. Yeah, it's pretty easy to find that. Can you take apples back into the cave? I don't know, we'll have to wait and see. I'll try to let you know what happens . . .
In the meantime, both of the blogs that I read regularly are standing vacant. The writers are off on vacation or work related travel, so I do miss reading about what's going on in thier lives.
For those of you who are starting to feel the holiday spirits come on, they're just around the corner. Remember that this is a good time to drink hot tea, as that helps to soothe the spirit, relax the mind and ease the body.
Tomorrow is NOT my ten year high school reunion, it;s next Saturday, Nov. 30, same as my sisters birthday. I have no idea what to expect, but I'll be sure to have something to report come Monday.
Until then, have a good weekend ya'll, I'll be living vicariously through your fun since I'm finishing my paper this weekend.
Thursday, November 21, 2002
Anybody see that 1982 Kurt Russel movie, The Thing? it's about the one about the Antarctic expedition that find a spaceship and soon this alien microbe that works as a genetic mockingbird/xerox machine infects and kills all the people and animals there and becomes this hideous anthropomorphic/lycanthropic blendy mixed thing. So now it looks like somebody wants to build thier own version of that, or maybe they want to make some orcs, oh perhaps they'll build a grendel race. I dunno, this just sounds way off base to me.
Ok, so the Leonids were not as spectacular as I had hoped, or perhaps they were, but i just couldn't see them through all of the clouds rolling over. I went to Claysville to my favorite meteor observing spot, at least i havent' been shot there yet, so . . . and watched the clouds roll over the moon. i may have seen some bright bright fireballs, but through the clouds, they were either dim streaks or imagined.
OK, question, does anybody know about the Russian photographer who has the series with this guy wearing crazy traditional Russian MC Hammer pants, dancing on a mountain top? He's like the greatest dancer guy, he's doing crazy flips and turns, like he breakdances, but he's in the air, not on the ground. I know it sounds fantastic, but you should see the photos. It's from the eeearly 20th century if that helps any... I saw him sampled (terminology?) when I visited the Cleveland Museum of Art with Karen. It was a montage/collage sorta piece, but i immediately recognized the mountain dance guy. He's not to be confused with Jesco White, the guy in the Mountain Dancer documentary. That's the guy from WV who appeared on the Roseanne show. Completely different character, but that's a good weeknight rental from Heads Together. Gotta watch the sequel too. :P
I haven't posted lately loyal readers. Mostly been doing school work and work work, so it's been hard to do this. I am exicited to tutor tonight. I want to share with my 6th grader one of my favorite poets: Jean-Joseph Rabearivelo. He came from Madagascar and died in 1937. He does some good stuff.
OK, question, does anybody know about the Russian photographer who has the series with this guy wearing crazy traditional Russian MC Hammer pants, dancing on a mountain top? He's like the greatest dancer guy, he's doing crazy flips and turns, like he breakdances, but he's in the air, not on the ground. I know it sounds fantastic, but you should see the photos. It's from the eeearly 20th century if that helps any... I saw him sampled (terminology?) when I visited the Cleveland Museum of Art with Karen. It was a montage/collage sorta piece, but i immediately recognized the mountain dance guy. He's not to be confused with Jesco White, the guy in the Mountain Dancer documentary. That's the guy from WV who appeared on the Roseanne show. Completely different character, but that's a good weeknight rental from Heads Together. Gotta watch the sequel too. :P
I haven't posted lately loyal readers. Mostly been doing school work and work work, so it's been hard to do this. I am exicited to tutor tonight. I want to share with my 6th grader one of my favorite poets: Jean-Joseph Rabearivelo. He came from Madagascar and died in 1937. He does some good stuff.
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