MAY 2004
Thursday, May 27, 2004
Missed Photo Op: A friend and I were driving back from the lake on this local road/quasi highway when we drove through construction on an overpass. On the supports, someone had spraypainted, "Used Bridge for Sale." Too bad. My camera was in the backseat, but there wasn't really any place to stop.

A good week. Tomorrow is my last day of work before summer break. A very good week.

Monday, May 24, 2004
Not a lot to say. Things are good.

Sunday, May 23, 2004
Take a whiff. Everything's coming up roses! Everything on the rose bushes outside my door, anyway. Unfortunately, these only bloom once and then become a literal thorn in my side (I have to continually trim them back all summer). But when they're here, they're really amazing, and they smell better than any rose you'll get at a florist, despite what Andre says.

Roses always remind me of the rose bush outside my grandmother's door, and how when I was little my grandfather told me that if you had enough rose petals you could make perfume, and then one day I pulled all the roses off the bush and put them in a bucket so he could make some perfume. He was mad, but not too mad. And it turns out you can't really make perfume out of rose petals. Or he couldn't, rather. I don't know why I was so interested in making perfume out of roses. I was like four. What the hell was I going to do with perfume?

Weather-wise, this weekend has been anxiety-inducing. As far as natural disasters go, I can handle blizzards and that's about it. I'm not so good with tornadoes, and it's probably good that I've never been through one, but we've been under a tornado watch more or less since Friday afternoon, and the sirens even went off. Talk about stress!

I'm not good with earthquakes, either. Good thing I don't live in Cali.

Thursday, May 20, 2004
Overheard earlier today when one of my students came in with his brand new Power Book: "Can I touch your harddrive?"

Tuesday, May 18, 2004
I have eight days of work left until summer vacation. The end can't come soon enough. After next Friday, it's nothing but sleeping in, going to the beach, and reeee-laxing. (Sort of. Yeah, of course there's work to be done. Just let me enjoy this for a little while.)

Sunday, May 16, 2004
Earlier, my neighbor and I had a long talk about time and money, and how sometimes it's worth it to pay someone to do something you know how to do, because they'll do it faster and better. We were both reluctant to have a "throw money at the problem" attitude, but at the same time agreed that our time was too valuable to spend hours and hours at something when we could pay someone to take care of it for us. We wondered if that made us lazy, and we decided that no, it made us smart. I'm not thoroughly convinved. I'm not sure he is either.

Today I took a long walk, fed the ducks and a few random geese that wandered through, listened to Gavin Degraw, and thought about how I don't wanna be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately.

Thursday, May 13, 2004
You may remember that about a year ago, I was having all kinds of issues with my then-landlord. Basically, I thought she was greedy and selfish and did all kinds of things that were of questionable morality. So, I moved out, and now live in a great place with a great landlord who actually thanks me on a regular basis for taking good care of his place. (For the record, I took good care of my old place too.) But after I moved out, the old place was for rent, and soon enough, this guy moved in. When he asked how the landlord was, I didn't tell him everything, but I did tell him to watch his back and stand up for himself.

So today around dinnertime, the guy who lives in my old place starts telling me and my friend what a pain in the ass my former landlord is, for mostly all the same reasons I had problems with her. In a way, it's good to know that it was her and not me, but in another way, I kind of feel bad for the guy. So I high-fived him and my friend and I told him that he was right and she's crazy, and we all kind of laughed about the whole thing, except that I don't think he was laughing in the same way we were. I was laughing like, I am so fucking glad that I don't have to deal with that bitch anymore. My friend was laughing like, I am so fucking glad I don't have to deal with that bitch ever. But I think the guy who lives there was laughing like, oh crap, now I have go deal with that bitch.

Tuesday, May 11, 2004
The other day when I was in my car doing errands downtown, I saw this nine or ten year old kid walking down the street. I was stopped at a light, and I saw him stop walking, pause in front of a dark glass wall, look at his reflection, and do one of those hey-you, Ted-Lange-as-your-bartender finger gun motions to himself in the mirrored surface. Then he looked around to see if maybe someone saw him do this, and continued walking. It made me laugh, and it also made me wonder if I do stupid shit like that.

Sunday, May 9, 2004
I couldn't hang out with my mom on Mother's Day, so I went out with my friend and her mom and her sister-in-law. We got Indian food and talked about Colin Firth and all agreed that we should all, at our soonest convenience, watch all 13 hours of the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice. Hello Mr. Darcy.

We are still having problems with my stupid neighbors and their stupid dog that won't stop barking. One of my neighbors even sprayed Windex in its face! Kind of mean, yes, but now the dog stops barking as soon as it sees her. You can't argue with results like that. I'm not ready to resort to such measures, but last night as I was trying to go to sleep, the dog was barking and barking and its owners weren't home. So at like two in the morning, I left a polite but firm note on their door indicating that this was not acceptable, and that we should talk about how this shouldn't happen again. Then I wrote PLEASE really big underneath and signed my name. So far: nothing. I have a feeling than an animal control truck will be coming to take that dog away very soon.

Wednesday, May 5, 2004
Here birdy birdy. Tonight I went bird watching! Well, sort of. My friend and I cooked morels together for dinner, and then she wanted to go on this bird watching walk thing. I'm not much on birds, but I was up for something new and so we went. Let me tell you: these bird watching people are very serious about birds. They all had these really good binoculars, and were all wearing hats that said something about bird watching, and they were saying stuff to each other like, oh, just yesterday I saw a yellow-winged short-beaked something or other, and someone would reply with something like oh, that must have been wonderful, and I was just standing there thinking yeah, um, I saw Winged Migration the other day and it was pretty good. So they all looked up with their binoculars, but I didn't have binoculars, so I took pictures of the woods. Look! I saw trees! (I know. It's not very exciting. Neither are birds.)

Tuesday, May 4, 2004
Today I had to explain to a student why it's not okay to use an image with a swastika in his video project. What the hell is wrong with people?

Monday, May 3, 2004
Earlier today, someone told me that I looked like I had lost weight. That's always nice to hear, I guess, but he said he could tell because my neck looked thinner. This was kind of strange to me, because I never really considered that I might have a fat neck. Also, it does nothing to explain why my pants fit better. And, even though I scrutinize and obsess over just about every other part of my body, I've never really given any thought to my neck. My neck? What the hell? Apparently, the neck is very telling. I was told, for example, that if you're not sure how old someone is, you can always tell by looking at their neck. Interesting.

When I got home, I went to ask the medical professionals who live on my street (I can always find them outside together smoking -- spot the irony!) about this whole neck weight loss thing. They said that people frequently lose weight first in their face, so it's very possible that I lost some weight in my neck. They also assured me that I've never had a fat neck. But it's still strange. My neck. Who knew?

Sunday, May 2, 2004
Nothing and everything.

Saturday, May 1, 2004
April is now over, and I am happy to report that April Adjustment was a success. I've lost about five pounds, I feel better, and I was able to maintain a pretty even temperment all month long. Overall, I am happy about it. I am also proud to say that with the exception of a few fried mushrooms during a night out with my grrrl squad, I did not eat a single thing that was deep fried during all of April. An accomplishment, to be sure, but french fries sure sound good right now. French fries with gravy.

I saw The Fog of War last night, and it was good, if not completely disturbing. One the one hand, here's Robert McNamara, and he's 85 and very human. But on the other hand, he's still sharp and he's still laregely responsible for a lot of dead people, even though he admits that in hindsight, some mistakes were made. So while the film itself was good, I'm not completely sure how I feel about him.

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