APRIL 2002

Tuesday, April 30, 2002
After years of deliberation, I finally got renter's insurance today. I didn't realize it was so inexpensive -- only $150 per year for $15,000 worth of coverage. Since that's way less than what it would cost to replace my computer alone, I figured it was a good deal. I prefer not to set up these things over the phone if I can help it, so I went to the insurance agency that I go through for my auto coverage, and as I was sitting in the little waiting area to fill out the form and give the guy a check, it really hit me how the entire multi-billion dollar insurance industry is based on things not happening to the insured entities. So I'm paying $150 per year so that if my stuff gets stolen, I can get cash to replace it. (I won't even get into how the state of Michigan rapes my checkbook when it comes to auto insurance.) But if my stuff actually does get stolen, it'll cost me way more than $150 if I want to continue my coverage, and that's if my insurance company doesn't drop me. So we're all hoping nothing happens. In which case, $150 is a lot to pay for nothing.

I feel the same way about medical insurance to a certain extent, but having seen and heard about bills for surgery and overnight stays in hospitals, I guess it has its place, hospitals being the most expensive hotels in the world. Still, "medical insurance" is kind of a misnomer, since you're kind of trying to insure that nothing bad will happen to you. But then, you're probably a good person, and as the saying goes, bad things happen to good people. That's probably why medical insurance costs so goddamn much.

Sunday, April 28, 2002
You know you've seen too many re-runs of old Saturday Night Lives when Three Times a Lady is on the department store loudspeaker and you're in the shoe department with a big grin singing, "Unce, tice, fee tines a mady."

Thursday, April 25, 2002
The photos and footage of Mark Shuttleworth's blast into space with the Russians this morning look incredibly dated -- like NASA images from the late '60s. It's amazing how their rockets now look like our rockets then. On the news this morning, I almost expected to see it lift up, flip over, and explode. You almost want to crack the door open just to see if the crew is wearing platform moon boots and has Welcome-Back-Kotter 'fro haircuts.

Tuesday, April 23, 2002
I don't think of the suburb where I grew up as being a happening tourist destination, but apparently it's quite the place -- or so they say. It looks like it's marketed to people who live in New York City as a nice escape from the hustle-bustle-blahblahblah. Honestly, I think I'd just stay in Manhattan.

Jesus with a shotgun, the pope with a handgun, God Almighty with an AK-47, and more at the Jesus Christ Superstore. Sorry, they're out of well as Christians, Muslims, and Buddhists. Whoa.

Monday, April 22, 2002
Passed through two airports on my trip, and I must say that having anything other than blue eyes and fair skin in a town like Grand Rapids, MI is a front-row ticket to getting wand-frisked at a security gate. After all the Dutch-looking blondes pass through, the security people take one look at me and start going through my bag, asking me to remove my shoes -- my nasty two-year-old Birks -- for inspection, passing that metal-detecting wand all over me, feeling halfway up my leg (inside my pants, mind you), and telling me to take my keys, change, belt, and watch and put it in a little plastic bowl. Strangely, at Newark Airport, I look WASP-y and they leave me alone. Go figure.

The Lowest of the Low, one of my favourite bands from college, has gotten back together. Note that I wrote "favourite," and not "favorite." This is because they're from Toronto. Good news for fans of Canadian rocknroll, no news for everyone else.

Thursday, April 18, 2002
My sporty little Civic is efficient, but not as efficient as a Prius. Perhaps I have Prius Envy.

I'm off to NY for the weekend. It won't be all bagels and Broadway, though, as I'm committed to spending the better part of the trip either within close proximity of my entire extended family (and listening to a lot of "How come you never come home?") or in the back seat of a car speeding down a crowded Long Island highway. Back in a few.

Wednesday, April 17, 2002
Okay, I know I sometimes use this space to joke and exaggerate that I was put on this planet to do certain strange things (like street luge, or taste-testing premium ice cream, or whatever), but this time I am dead serious about the following purpose for my existence: I was made -- nay, destined -- to be an on-camera tech femme/dork on Tech TV. Since I don't have cable or satellite, I had only heard about the sheer geekiness of the channel from my geek or geek-aspiring friends. But a friend of mine has Tech TV, and I caught a little of it while I was hanging out at his place, and I have decided that I would be completely happy for the rest of my life talking to a little digital television camera about Photoshop tricks, firewire devices, and how cool Macs are. These on-camera people have every cool toy available, and they're so up-to-date on the latest stuff! For example, Apple released the 10.1.4 update to OS X today, and they were talking about it during their early evening program. So: I have decided that I will move to San Francisco (where they are based), set up camp in front of their building, and hold up a sign that reads, "Girl geek for hire" until they let me in. Yeah.

Monday, April 15, 2002
I hate it when websites I like take everything offline to make changes. At least leave the old stuff up until the new stuff is done!

First truly warm day of the year. I feel like I'm on vacation. Except, of course, I'm not.

Sunday, April 14, 2002
From the George Costanza "You know, we're living in a society" files: Yesterday, I was recording some percussion tracks at a local studio with a friend of mine for her CD. My car was parked on the street outside, and as I was carrying my drums out, I got to my car just in time to see the shiny new Jetta parked in front of me back up and clunk my front end. The two women in the car, both around 40-50ish, turned around, saw me standing there looking surprised and pissed, and then sped off. Luckily, there was no damage to my car, or at least none that I could perceive, and I didn't really expect them to get out of the car, but I thought a courtesy "I'm sorry" was appropriate. Fuckin' people.

A tax tip from When doing your taxes, you'll find that you get a bigger refund (or have to pay less) if you indicate on your 1040 the amount of taxes you've already paid. (Yeah, I figured it out before it was too late. Duh.)

Saturday, April 13, 2002
One of those times when I wish I had a camera on me: They just put up this weird clock/hourglass thing on one of the buildings in downtown Kalamazoo ("downtown" Kalamazoo). It's kind of peculiar looking, especially given that most of the buildings there are kind of old and empty, and developers are doing what they can now to rehab. Anyway, as I was walking down there earlier, I passed half a dozen or so people just staring up at it and gawking; most of them had their mouths open. You don't see people staring agape at things like that very often. Lately, everyone's seen everything.

Thursday, April 11, 2002
What I'd choose, given the following choices:

Campbell's Tomato Soup with water vs. Campbell's Tomato Soup with milk: Milk

Margarita with salt vs. Margarita without salt: Without salt

Go fishing vs. Pick fruit: Go fishing

Mets vs. Yankees: Mets

Taxi Driver vs. Mean Streets: Taxi Driver

Taking a photo vs. Having my photo taken: Taking a photo

Gin martini vs. Vodka martini: Sapphire gin martini

John Lennon vs. Elvis Presley: Brian Wilson

Fly vs. Drive: Drive

Acoustic vs. Electric: Acoustic

Back rub vs. Foot rub: Back rub

Sleep vs. Stay awake: Sleep

Wednesday, April 10, 2002
I was looking at a calendar today, and as far as I can tell, I only have seven more weeks of work before I get the entire summer off with pay. Of course, I just accepted a part-time gig for June, July, and August, but I think I'll still have lots of time for beachin'. I'm actually looking forward to summer a lot because it will be the first time I have three months off where I'm not a student and not broke and out of work. I can actually enjoy my time at the beach and not have to worry that if I buy myself an ice cream at the concession stand, I might not have enough money for gas to make it home.

As I was driving home from work earlier, I was singing with the radio and practically got myself winded emoting along to Different Drum. (Hey, it's a tough song to do at full volume all the way through.)

Monday, April 8, 2002
Lately I've been thinking about the stuff I don't write on here. Like about work, for example. I constantly want to bitch about the students in our classes, but I'm concerned that one of them (or worse -- one of their parents) will stumble upon this site, read it, tell me boss, and I'll be out of a job. I really like my job, and I like all the perks that come with it (like summers off with pay), so with that in mind, I don't peck my gripes in here.

I'm starting to feel, however, that what I have been writing in this space is becoming less and less interesting. ("No, Amy, really, it's been...umm...fascinating" -- this is me doing what I think is your interior monologue right now.) So I'm proposing a little idea. An experiment, if you will. It's simple: suggest a topic! Email me with your topic of the day for this site, and as long as it's in good taste (read: good taste, muthafucka), I'll look forward to addressing it and, it should go without saying, giving you full credit for the idea. Okay: ready, set, go. (Yeah yeah yeah, let's see if this will work.)

Sunday, April 7, 2002
Apparently, The Graduate on Broadway isn't so good, despite record-breaking pre-sales. My parents saw it last night and weren't impressed. My mom's analogy for why: "It's like having someone else play The Godfather." I guess full frontal nudity can't save a boring cast.

Spring break is over, and I don't feel like it ever started.

Thursday, April 4, 2002
While I was at Detroit Metro last night waiting for my friend's flight, I saw they put in this little area where you can plug in your laptop, get a T1 connection, send faxes, and do all kinds of business-related stuff for like $40 an hour. It was called "Laptop Lane." The name struck me as funny because it sounded like it could be a strip club or a bunch of whackbooths or something.

Wednesday, April 3, 2002
I'm picking a friend up at the airport tonight, and it could be late, as the airport is a good two hours away. So last night I tried to stay up late, thinking I'd sleep late, and then I could stay up late again tonight. Unfortunately, I fell asleep on the couch at around 11 (my approximate bedtime, as I usually get up for work at 6ish). It's a good thing I like espresso.

I actually like doing this for my friend; she's been on vacation for a few weeks, so I feel like by picking her up, I'm giving her one less thing to worry about when she gets back and has to face work again. It does bother me, however, that none of her other friends even considered doing this for her. I've been in a somewhat similar situation where I was stranded two or three hours from home, and called about ten people to see if they could help me out, and no one would do it. So I don't know if my willingness to drive a few hours makes me nice or a sucker. But I am going to take advantage of the trip, as I have the name of a good sushi place near where I'll be. (Why oh why oh why does it always come down to sushi with me?)

Monday, April 1, 2002
I usually don't watch Martha Stewart Living, since I'm usually at work, but it's spring break this week and the kids aren't around, so I don't have to go in, and, well...yeah, so I had it on this morning as I was fixing breakfast, and she had this whole April Fool's theme. Considering how seriously she appears to take herself, I'm thoroughly impressed that Martha would make fun of herself like that. One of her demonstrations was how to make the perfect glass of ice water. Hahahahahahahait'sfunnybecauseit'strue.

Sorry, no silly April Fool's stunts here. Besides, it's Dyngus Day.

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