Monday, July 21, 2008
Early this morning I breakfasted on carrots pulled out of the ground and raspberries still chilled from the night air.
I didn't even bother taking them home and eating them with yogurt. They were at the prime for picking -- past the shine to the dark matte red and just a tap drops them into your waiting palm.
The garden is amazingly lush right now -- I harvested the first of the yellow squash, some carrots, huge heads of lettuce, two pints of raspberries and baby artichokes. I see tons of weeding to do and lots of things to consider replanting.
This is a hard time for us -- we are here and gone three more times in the next few weeks. You have things under control and in five minutes your back is turned the morning glory has overtaken the gooseberries and the broccoli has decided to go to flower. I cannot devote any more than the sixty minutes I allot daily to the garden - life also needs nurturing around here.
So, will it wither? No. It will be fine with morning glories and a bit of quack grass for company.
nm
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Its hard to believe one weekend a summer is the highlight of my whole summer - blows Paris, Greenland or any wedding out of the water.
More later.
nm
Thursday, July 17, 2008
lost and found
Lost one small Parisian (2") bear by the name of Nano. Last seen with irresponsible me.
Found under the seat of my colleagues rental car.
Its been a long week of meetings with many positive outcomes for our continuing work. I even managed to get in a few walks while discussing stovepiping/collaborating/data exchange and water levels.
I really didn't take any pictures, there just wasn't the time. I can tell you that every year I end up in Boulder for at least a few days and every year it keeps on changing. I'm not saying its for the best, it just is.
I will miss the Boulder creek path, but I'm sure I'll be back soon enough.
Tomorrow TH and I are running away to Canada for three days of music, some decent grub, some walking for me and serious amounts of sunscreen.
I can't wait.
Nano is staying home.
nm found not lost
Sunday, July 13, 2008
so much to say, so little time
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Saturday wrap up
2 hour nap
3 loads of laundry
1 pt of raspberries picked
1/2 papaya with lime for dessert enjoyed
2 sunburned arms
Life is good
Nm
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
leaving the office behind
check my work email after hours unless I am on travel.
I feel a million times better.
Can you do it?
Do you do it?
Monday, July 07, 2008
seattle syndrome and little things
Little thing:
I signed up for the Portland Marathon today.
Holy crap.
26.2 miles.
I see some speedwork in my future.
I see some need for new tunage and the use of someone's old nano as well.
Seattle syndrome:
Seattle is the most passive aggressive place in the world. It just breeds passive agressiveness.
Why is that?
Can't you just say what is pissing you off. Can't you just do something and tell someone that you did it because you thought they way they were doing it was wrong? Can you just fucking start signalling a left hand turn before you move into that lane?
Case in point: Our ppatch neighbor is always one to point out the little things that we haven't yet done -- finish weeding, picked something up, propped something up.
He's quite a chatty one and mostly pleasant, but now he's there all the god damn timed. Seriously.
He recently started to terrace the hillside that buffers the ppatch from the busy street. While I appreciate his desire to carve out more space and give a bit more light, the knotweed also buffers our garden from the traffic, the on lookers and pollution.
Neighbor starts terracing our 20' width. We didn't ask nor did we appreciate said encroachment. We did what any other part of the world would do, we fenced it off from him. Its like this -- If we praised him for doing something we didn't ask for, he would love it and feed off of it. If we told him we didn't need more garden, he would then take it over and we would be surrounded by him.
So, we did the mean thing. We cut him off.
We couldn't find crime tape on Sunday. Bummer.
I have had lots of fun in the past few weeks reading Passive Aggressive Notes.
nm really if you don't mind, can we switch seats?
Friday, July 04, 2008
with a grain of salt
at Amazon because it just would make the most sense.
Stuff white people like
nm like white on rice but with a whiff of eastern promise
Monday, June 30, 2008
Hot half.
Fun stuff.
Over the bridge and through Bellevue neighborhoods of my youth.
Shout out to families with hoses everywhere.
You made my day.
Walking with tatas, hotties and the lone glamour pirate. I walked with my favorite walkers
and even the lone tata who was sunning herself on the beach in Maui was missed!
Man, I'm so glad I'm in shape and trained, it was not a half for wusses.
Back to the grind. One tiny blister on my toe and some advil and I'm good to go for 14 on Saturday and 12 on Sunday.
nm with lots of beer in the fridge
Friday, June 27, 2008
visualizing reality
Tomorrow my 3 day training schedule has me going on a 13 mile walk. The following day I'm doing a half marathon. Did I mention the high for tomorrow is forecast for 86 and Sunday 88 degrees? Chuck Bartlett of Run Chuckit suggested that the Seafair Marathon be more about hydration and less about PRing. I am going to agree, for me, it will be a training walk with no real stops, a nice tshirt and a banana at the end.
I've been reading a lot about productivity, time management and stress reduction. One thing that struck me was the concept of visualizing what your day is going to be before you commit yourself to one more thing.
In this case, let's take my tomorrow.
TH is out of town, that means Ernest is all mine.
That means I have a 5:30 am dog walk at the park, shower, 8 am start to a 13 mile walk with lots of stops. We won't finish until 1 pm. I won't get home until 1:20 pm. I have time to wolf down something to eat, walk Ernest again, deal with whatever crises come my way and then run to Bellevue to pick up my race packet for the next day's half.
I should return home at 3 pm.
Walk Ernest again or at least do something to mildly entertain him.
Take another shower, do a few chores for tomorrow's potluck/bbq.
5 pm - go to 'rents to have dinner with a childhood friend and my mom and dad. I'm off the hook for making anything, but I'm responsible for bringing a box of mac and cheese and the legos.
Home at 8, walk Ernest.
Aunt P and cousin Scruffy are in town for Pride, hang with them. Walk Ernest and Scruffy, go to bed for a 5 am wake up.
Does that sound crazy?
It does to me once I put it all into my brain, buffered each activity for crap that could happen and then decided that it just isn't going happen.
My 13 mile walk is now a 7 mile walk at 7 am by myself. I have enough time to come home, run to market and chill in the heat. With dog walks, I'll finish the day at about 9 to 10 miles walked, not bad.
My training will survive my not being there for the 13 miles. My wallet will appreciate not stopping at Starbucks with the Hotties and I'll do things at my own pace.
Recently I started to really calendar, mostly visually using Google Calendar which synchs to the blackberry. It gives me a better idea of what my day is going to look like. I am trying to make better use of my time and resources - gas being one of them, so like every other person in the world, I'm starting to really combine trips.
I'm also learning to say no.
That is the hardest part.
nm
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
A humble respect
Today I spent the twilight hours gardening, both at home and the p-patch. It was a beautiful evening and instead of spending it inside folding laundry we watered in anticipation of warmer weather on the horizon and a work function that will bring many to ooh and ahh at my overgrown perennial borders.
We tottered to the garden to weed, water and harvest. We have had brazen broadcasting of mustards all over our beds and since the P-patch program donates tons of fresh produce to the city food bank programs, we are trying to do our part. This spring has been cruel for Seattle gardeners with heat followed by snow followed by grey malaise that never let up. The last few days have brought some hope and great gasps of growth to our crops both planned and volunteer.
Tonight I harvested 15 lbs of mustard plants-topped and cleaned them to donate to my Friday run to our North Seattle food bank. When I arrive at the garden at 8:45 on Friday morning I will be relieved to see others have donated beautiful heads of bronze lettuce, greens of all sorts and rhubarb and mustards. Later this season there will be squash of various sizes and tomatoes that we all can't keep up with, at least we hope.
The Lettuce link program has been really integral in getting fresh foods to those who frequent the city's food banks. In April I had the privilege to volunteer my Saturday morning to help distribute seeds to those waiting for their weekly allotment of food and talked to people who wanted to plant small gardens - even in containers where ever they lived. It gave me hope and made me realize that we can all tuck in another row of beans, transplant a few more heads of lettuce and harvest our squash a little earlier and share the bounty with someone who will appreciate out harvest because for them it may be a rare thing.
nm
Sunday, June 22, 2008
weekend wrap up
Three very good meals out - Tamarindo, Camino and Station House Cafe
Happy and sadness at Shell Beach
Sunburnt on the back of my arms
Hugs and tears
Hotter than hell in the 94707 on Friday night
Fog finally on Saturday night
A ring and a phone call on Saturday
The ring sighting on Sunday!
Home and not going anyfreaking where for three weeks and so happy about it
Thursday, June 19, 2008
sunset
I've been a bad blogger of late. Honestly, who wants to hear of my trials and tribulations. I'm not doing anything glamorous. My life is pretty mundane.
The weather has not been particularly good here, so anytime I can feel the sun shine through, I'm outside. I couldn't imagine being inside tied to this infernal machine any longer than possible.
Today TH started a trek to California -one she does on a fairly regular basis. I will follow tomorrow and we will spend Saturday morning on the beach at Point Reyes celebrating the life of a dear friend. I anticipate tears and laughter and the warm hugs of his partner, with whom I last spoke two years ago after the death of a mutual friend. It makes me sad that we have to connect this way.
Like I said, its been a hard year all around.
Tomorrow, summer starts. To some this is wonderful, to me it is bittersweet.
It means the days grow shorter again.
This evening, after a round of chores and visits, I spent two full hours weeding, transplanting, pruning and watering the p-patch plots. My enthusiasm has rubbed off my parents. After dinner tonight, they skipped Jeopardy they went to their garden and watered and weeded and just reveled in the evening.
My mom called me later and told me that she was happy she got out of the house and went to the garden.
It made me smile.
I'll try and be a better correspondent. As I drive or walk these days I think of things I want to write, but others have covered the same topics better than I can and frankly internets, I wouldn't want you to spend time reading when you could be out weeding.
nm up and down like the dow jones
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Short but sweet
Life here is throwing a few curve balls, but we'll hit one out of the field one of these days.
nm
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
A remembrance
Today I found out that one of my favorite musicians in the world passed last month.
I cannot tell you how sad I am, I cannot tell you how lucky I was to listen to him last year and the years before at the VFMF.
Utah Phillips was to me one of the most amazing legacies of an era that is slowly fading.
He will be sorely missed.
Monday, June 09, 2008
Carrot weather
My tomatoes are snug in their wall o waters and my spinach has no fear of bolting. People scoff at the idea of global warming, well folks climate change does all sorts of things including bringing to the table lots of variability. Here we are having a moderate La Nina event --cooler and wetter. It was predicted and she is rearing her wet head all through out the north pacific while the mid Atlantic sizzles and the Plains are deluged.
Maybe we are finally paying attention to the weather.
I hope my strawberries ripen soon -- I hate to see a mismatch between rhubarb availabilty and strawberries.
Nm
Thursday, June 05, 2008
more of nothing redux
I can unfortunately count on more than one hand, the number of people taken from us this year.
This really sucks.
Today we heard that one of TH's last links to her mom died a few weeks ago.
I will miss him so.
I need some cheering up.
nm here for the duration, or as long as they let me
Thursday, May 29, 2008
More on nothing and something
I used to love it when TH left, really.
It meant I could eat standing up, toast for dinner, pad thai for breakfast. I could clean closets at 2 am or go to bed at 8 pm with the dog. It was a nice break for the both of us.
These days, I wish she was home, the dog, the house, the garden and my soul need her nearby.
Times have changed in the world of the sea going scientist --It used to be that doing field work meant the last staggered phone call at the fuel pier felt like a life line was being cut. You said your goodbyes, your i love yous, your devotion and dedications and the be safes with a time delay and that was it, for weeks. If you heard from someone while you were out to sea, something terrible had happened.
In the mid90s TH was testing out a protocol that sent faxes and simple file transfers from the vax to the ships. I was the lucky recipient of little coded messages at the bottom of status reports from the lab or to the lab of how our operations were going. I loved getting these little messages, they were little love notes in with larval fish counts, station changes and equipment issues.
In Kodiak and Dutch Harbor, more than likely, you can get a cell phone tower to work if you lean into the wind and away from the big hills. If not, there is the internet. It is less costly these days and the real time streaming of data and information is useful for the scientists, operations and for the morale of the crews.
You really can't get away from it. From 2 pm when TH surfaces until she goes back to bed after her watch is over at 4 am, I get updates on the cruise, she checks in with ernest and his blog, the San Francisco Chronicle, the Seattle Times and other sundry items between stations.
She also does work as it just does not go away anymore. You still respond to crisis, submit abstracts to meetings and fight fires from the middle of the ocean.
I love and hate it.
I love that I can email her or even skype her if I needed to because I am having a day, but at the same time, it means that neither of us can just let it go. You inbox may be clean when you tie up, but you haven't had a moment to just clear your head.
Today I celebrate the fact that in two sleeps and one wake up, TH will be tied up to the pier and soon on her way home.
I'm hoping that the FY09 field season has a February cruise for TH. It would be a nice time to visit Alaska. I hear its easier to get your upgrades to clear and you may get to the ice edge.
nm over and out
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Not.
That basically means that the back garden is unusable for Ernest, quite the bummer as I have tons to do back there and he could spend his time chewing, running around and be a dog, something that I realize he spends less and less time doing these days.
Since my neighbor's son is dealing with all this, I am willing to put money on the fact that it ain't getting finished in a timely manner.
Maybe tomorrow am we'll hit the dog park for a change.
nm not in the best of moods
Thursday, May 22, 2008
still here
TH is bobbing around the Gulf of Alaska and Ernest is zooming. Doesn't give me much time for anything more than hanging on my fingernails.
Stay tuned for something witty tomorrow.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
saturday update
nine miles this morning, hot, but nice
three new pairs of brooks yesterday - two for the 3 day, one for the portland marathon/seattle half
overdue pedi
my first skort (shut up) purchase
dinner plans changed in mid stream, learning to adapt
tomorrow:
seven plus miles
new shoe testing
tomato planting
mama stephanie visit
relaxing
I could get used to this.
TH is off to the Gulf of Alaska via the Bering Sea for the two weeks or so, Ernest and I are holding down the fort.
I see long walks, some discussions over the appropriateness of cereal for dinner and who gets the last table water cracker in the package.
Friday, May 09, 2008
Fresno Friday wrap up
Transnational as word of the day
Mennonite church ladies providing panderia and tacos
Nectarine groves lush with fruit
Table grapes at 60 mph
Japanese variety store converted to a mosque in fresno
Fres-yes!
Strawberry buttermilk shake--don't knock it until you try it
Docomomo!
Margaritas with the duluth, savannah and butte conference organizers
Wheat from the mill
Nm says bye bye now
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Fresno highlights
Adobe architecture
Water towers
Seeing uncle bill
Ranch supper
Fig garden woman's club tea
Taco truck for dinner
In 15 minutes. 9 separate door slams
Nm following the banal with the sublime
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
dear internets
yours fondly and in a pants size bigger than last summer,
nm
banana republic -- i hate your vanity sizing
old navy -- i really wonder if you are truer to size
Monday, May 05, 2008
growing old
We usually go to a few Zootunes shows and mostly have a decent time. It is no longer cheap, but appeals to people with sprogs, because sprogs under 10 or some such get in for free. So if you are into mood, deep thoughts and grooving to the tunes, it isn't the scene for you. If you love watching kids run amok, a myriad of crocs colors and good weather then go.
Even with the kids, the line up and the fact we have to haul ass from work, walk the dog and find parking we still go. This year the line up was meh, but we still managed to find some crumblies to see. Emmylou Harris, Boz Scaggs and Josh Ritter (who knew) are on the plate. I believe that most of these dates do no interfere with tata 3 day training and if so, I'll just walk to the show.
I used to love live music - mc'ing little shows at clubs, going to see bands and really getting into the music. These days, its not just the same. I don't have the same stamina for sets that start at 9 pm and definitely not the stomach for that much beer. I look at festivals as an excellent excuse to read a book, work on my tan and listen to some decent music. I abhor paying more than 40 dollars to see a concert. I balk at the shows that I see that start at 75 bucks a head. I can't imagine paying that much to see anyone -- okay, I would pay up to 250 dollars to see Leonard Cohen and he would have to play for at least 90 minutes and stare directly at me for at least one song.
The funny thing is that the people I see going to those expensive shows are my cohort plus or minus some botox or a c-section or three. That is a lot of money - at least a few units of the b-juice in the forehead to see Dire Straits or the Michael (ugh) McDonald sing badly while sipping some plonk and checking in with the office on a Saturday nights on the blackberry.
I think I'll hold off for a few more years - wine, concerts at wineries and the b-juice, I'm just not ready to grow up that much.
nm minute by minute
Sunday, May 04, 2008
sunday funnies
I'm trying to figure out if I really need to do these "stupid" runs to keep status.
This one had TH involved, so it was fun. I have to say the no change fee is worth some of the pain.
This week is a long one and a short one. I'm off to FAT for VAF.
I haven't been in FAT since 1981 and I'm thinking there are fewer fig groves than before.
Other than that, tata walking, parental controls, gardening and work (must finish short course description asap) are on the horizon for the next 70 hours.
nm on the loose
Saturday, May 03, 2008
Friday, May 02, 2008
week in review
hours worked: too many
days in the office before seven am: three
boxes freecycled: 100 or so
boxes to be freecycled: 40 or so
dog walks taken: 25
miles walked for the three day training: pathetically few
miles anticipated walked tomorrow and sunday: 18
miles flown this week to date:
miles flown by tomorrow night: 5048
plants purchased this week: seven
plants to be put in the ground this week: 25
number of trips planned to the dog kennel this week: 0
number of trips to the dog kennel: one
number of changes to my Greenland/Iceland/Denmark ticket I made this week: one
number of lurchers and hounds I am hoping to smooch in September because of the change: five
number of things I am going to do before I sign off here: one
nm list maker list hater
Thursday, May 01, 2008
May day
I'm happy to say that last month is over and this month is setting up to be pretty darn dandy.
Asparagus, apple blossoms, Alaska are all in the future.
I will also be back to regular blogging, especially now that chapter submission is over.
Woot.
I'll leave you with this.
Spend more time roaching, less complaining and sitting in front of this infernal machine or watching reruns on tv. Get out and take your dog for a walk.
You'll never guess what you may come across.
Three gnomes where once there was one.
I need a life, but frankly, I'm happy with the marginally pathetic one I have.
nm once, twice, three times a lady
Monday, April 28, 2008
still here
282 boxes/pieces of parental gack.
Work is throwing me for a bunch of loops.
Spring comes and goes.
more later.
nm
Monday, April 14, 2008
First it was sunny, then there were some tulips, some talk and some roaching in the sun. Next there was a party, with lots of talk, laughs and a few tears. Then there was an early morning drive to the tulips and 13.1 miles of walking and talking. At the end of that there was a few bananas and a nap before we got on a ferry.
One race down, a lifetime of them to follow.
On our way to Boston for a meeting or three.
nm
Sunday, April 06, 2008
I had something witty to discuss today, but I just lost it.
Hmm.
Week 24 of 3 day training is done. 15 miles completed and I'm pretty happy. Found a group on the West side that meets once a week for long walks. I'm completely and utterly pleased with meeting them and getting to walk with them along with my tata training walks (ttw). Snacks, coffee stops and good company and a level of accountability that will get me to a level of conditioning to complete the 3 day in good stead.
Today I was moved to tears when R&L donated again on my behalf to get me to my minimum to participate. Six weeks into fundraising I'm there and I can't believe the support I'm getting. I walked on air today when thinking of how they motivated to do the 3 day and how much love an support they and all my friends are giving me.
Next week, P,C and I will be doing the Whidbey half marathon. No one will be PRing here, but it'll be fun. Any half marathon that has organic chocolate milk, hot dogs and amazing support along the way (gummy bears at mile 12 are crucial) is a happy place for me.
Man, I sound sappy, but I'm completely sincere.
This is a long week for me -- manuscript deadlines, software upgrades, upcoming travel and big goings on here are going to suck up every moment I have. I'll be relieved when its all over.
nm who just couldn't get it together to write you a letter
Friday, April 04, 2008
Dear spring
The ppatch is plowed and staked for the short season. Rhubarb, broccoli and leeks are all looking good in the year round garden. However hail, fits of rain, leaden skies don't have me leaping for my frog boots and felcos.
This time of year usually has me itching to not come inside until dusk, this evening the dog turned right back in after hearing the lashings of rain and is currently curled up underneath the duvet.
People, it is 8pm.
Spring, return to me.
Nm
Thursday, April 03, 2008
dear ernest,
I love you all the time, but I loved you the most in the winter when you decide that 8:00 pm is the appropriate going to bed time. It gave me two hours (give or take) or me time. Now that the days are longer, you have taken to going to bed later and later. While this works well for you, I seem to have lost my me time.
When can I get it back?
smooches,
nm who jumped forward and is not falling back anytime soon
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Dear Mayor Nickels,
I don't know about the rest of the chumps in the city, but I know that every paper bag
that I get from the grocery store gets used for composting, garbage and recycling.
Thank you also very much for penalizing those of us who already recycle/compost most of our
waste stream.
nm bagging the canvas in the 98105
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Dear editors,
I know that your job as a book editor is not to micromanage me or hold my hand, but how about some encouraging words that should sent out around March 10th asking how I was doing? That would have been helpful or at least guilt tripping. I anticipate a few sleepless nights between now and April 12th, my own deadline for putting the pedal to the metal so to speak.
At least you were kind enough to provide the authors with a nice template that the publisher likes to use. Thank goodness chapter is so much fun to write -- in my now quite copious spare time learning our beloved model, reviewing geospatial policy and working towards my goal of finding my own way in the world of my group, the one I have been part of for nearly three god damned years.
Well, off we go, to think dream of natural hazards.... and mitigation
Sincerely,
nm lead author chapter 5 - real life applications
Monday, March 31, 2008
The end
I will be participating next month only because the theme of "the letter" intrigues me.
I will leave you with these questions to ponder--
Why do our animals insist on following us into the bathroom?
Do the flight attendants make coffee with the packet of coffee they use to freshen the lav?
Why does the spinster daughter get called before the bachelor son in times of emergency?
Nm who was an old lady that lived in a shoe
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Sunday blahs
I woke up in foul mood which made my 796 minute walk with the dog at 6:30 am a bit more irritating than usual. I have not a clue of what is causing these outbursts of foulness but they have got to stop. Yes I have considered the shooting range but I'm not keen on driving to the burbs on Sunday mornings.
This week I am working on figuring out what is causing such angst -- can't blame the internet, the stockmarket, troop surge and Wynona Judd for this.
Nm caffeine free taking deep cleansing breaths
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
the syndrome
someone so young. Massage, acupuncture, PT, xrays, brain examination has come back with various and sundry types of explanations, but still, this nagging pain and discomfort. Oddly activity helps, being sedentary makes it worse.
The last few months it has really gotten to be a drag. I finally dragged my arse into the orthopedist who poked and prodded me and declared me to be a healthy person without any sort of spine, hip, lumbar issues and was flummoxed as to what was wrong with me, because it wasn't something she could fix. I guess this is good in that all fingers, toes, symmetry kind of way. I mentioned something my massage therapist had said and she check that out. Voila -- he was right - I had the syndrome -- piriformis syndrome. Basically, I have irritation of my sciatic nerve and it runs near my piriformis muscle group and this causes "deep glutteal pain." I cannot write this without cringing.
My ass hurts and it affects my leg and it makes me cranky.
The last few weeks I have been dealing with a godsend of a PT (thanks J!) who is working to help me get over this and been fitted with orthotics in my running shoes. I can't say that I'm excited, "the syndrome" may be with me for a long time, better I suppose than a ACL tear, definitely not as sexy. I don't get crutches and I still spend time in meetings getting really antsy because its just not fun to sit down and feel your leg throb after about 15 minutes.
I'm still on track for my half in a few, my 3 day (pimping here) and to keep things active.
Just next time you see me, don't ask how my ass has been. K?
nm
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
hump! day!
Today was really no better work wise than yesterday, but I digress.
I spent part of my alloted luncheon time that I would have spent with Ernest with my parents in their new garden. My father pruned back some perennials and my mom planted some onion starts and chives. We decided that they needed some persian leeks and some sprouting broccoli. These are needs that are easily tended to. I like those the best.
My mom pronounced that they have a new policy chez M, the new PQE rules. For my mom that is no pressure, no questioning and no explanations. My mom figures that the less micromanaging and questioning that people do of her actions, the sooner she'll get back to normal and life will too.
I think as we get older and set in our ways and realize that the love/lust of our lives has just as many ways that are set in stone that much energy is expended on pronouncing our irritation at the unbending of wills or second guessing each other's motives. Maybe I need realize that sometimes things need to be done without this level of analysis and that TH, my colleagues and even my parents may have reasons for their decisions.
An aside, TH could be superTH today. We returned from dinner tonight to hear a bleeping of an alarm in the 'hood. Turns out our neighbor M across the way left a pot on the burner and left the house. We managed to secure a key and turned things off. TH and our other neighbor aired out the house with box fans and are hoping she returns home soon. Another disaster averted because TH decided to check it out instead of shrugging her shoulders and saying that someone else can deal with it.
nm bending to only ernest's will
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
falling down on the job
Today I attempted to battle linux, software installation and attempting to find a license file for a software product that apparently bundles the software authorizations with the dvds they send users who are evaluating the products.
Two of us banged our heads on the wall trying to figure out why we could not find out where to request licensing information, the answer was buried three levels down in the documentation.
Kiss my grits.
Tomorrow, stay tuned while I kill our data management system due to my inability to read the documentation.
kill -9 nm
Monday, March 24, 2008
tangled webs and whatnot....
Today I reopened an evite for party my neighbor and friend is having to reconfirm the time. Evites are strange, in a way they are nice because you don't have to spend four hours of time at Kinkos trying to get something printed and they can be done fast, but at the same time, they can be awfully impersonal.
Having said that, I opened it, acted on it (rsvped) and then closed it. Today I reopened it because I am an idiot and did not write down the date.
I also then looked at who was coming and who was not coming, as if that should dictate if you are going to a party. It does for many. Low and behold, a decliner was someone who I hung out with in the freaking 4th grade. Is that not weird? What is weirder is that I was talking to TH yesterday about the first real time I had ham, which was at her house for a rare sleepover event. Adding to the mix was that moments earlier I was confirming with another recently reconnected with childhood friend a plan for dinner. All these people are quite intertwined in my life and they are all coming back into my life.
Ham chunks, broiled pineapples, the Osmond family, staying up all night giggling and canopy beds are all past us now, but such memories to have.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Lost
Butterfinger eggs are missing from my Easter mix.
Secretly, I am relieved because that means I don't have to eat all of them on Monday.
Seriously.
Other than that all but one plant is in the ground and that is progress.
I'll be so glad when NaPoBloMo is over, I can do with out my own pithy blog entries.
nm hopping down the bunny trail
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
the new year
I will be attending to this shortly.
I love Nowruz, I love the idea of a spring celebration, I love a new start, especially the house cleaning and removal of last years problems.
For those of you who know what we've been going through, hearing good news last week was the best new years joy anyone could imagine.
Thank you for your prayers and good vibes.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Paris finally
Life is good even if the dollar is in the toilet and every one seems to on edge.
Sheep, laduree and a view of the eiffel tower can solve a lot of problems.
Nm
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Sunday, March 16, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Its saturday still, right?
Nm
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Friday, March 14, 2008
The Var and Haute Provence underrated if you ask me
Xo
Nm
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Thursday, March 13, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Really it doesn't matter
As much as I have ragged on american airlines, I will miss their lie flat seats and billions of episodes of ugly betty.
Nm hoping that her gate hasn't changed to. Marseilles
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Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
the lure of technology
I think my next trip will be techno free. Every little gadget looks so adorable by itself, but together they are forces to be reckoned with, weight wise that is. My D50 is not that heavy, but when you bring the battery charger, which weighs less than a battery, it adds up. We're borrowing J's GPS on C's recommendation. The GPS is lightweight, the hook up isn't.
Add a cell phone to the mix and we're taking up more and more precious bucket bag space.
I'm not sure I can do without the camera, I love to take pictures and some love to see them.
I'll be photoblogging on the road in support of NaPoBloMo (sounds dirty doesn't it?), so keep in touch.
ou est la fromagerie? dit nm
Sunday, March 09, 2008
moderate sunday
I love daylight savings time. I don't even mind the dark mornings for the first few weeks. As a gardener and dog walker, the ability to be outside in the light until 7, 8 and even 10 pm is worth it. This week we leave our light until 7:25 evenings to go to France where they have not adopted our fantastic desire to give me more gardening opportunities. However, the cheese is better and they have better haircuts.
Today I dragged TH out of bed at a very early hour of eight to go look for a red plum tree. For your information, the tree just does not exist and we settled for a pie cherry and hopefully one day the magical tree will appear.
We wandered around a nearly empty nursery with our favorite presidential candidate and picked out some herbs for my parents and a few more bare root loganberries for ourselves, it felt like we had really turned the corner.
Yesterday I spent just one hour moving some stuff around the year round p-patch and another hour today and things are ready to go. I am excited for the gardening season, mostly because I think we have finally gotten into spring and I'm happy. I know the last frost for my area is a scant few weeks away, but for some reason, I am throwing all doubt to the wind and have planted lettuce, arugula and radishes in the faint hope that they will be up in the next three weeks.
The two pictures above are of the p-patch, south and north beds, its not much to look at right now, but come June's gooseberries, lilies, roses, raspberries, lettuce, strawberries and the last of the asparagus, we'll be quite happy and full from our own bounty.
nm who pulled out rhubarb with her bare hands
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Shameless self promotion part 2
I hate to do this to you all, but I'm walking the Seattle Komen for the Cure walk in September with my friends, the Bodacious tatas.
I hate asking for money and thank you for all of you who have donated, I send you smooches and
will thank you every step.
So now, for today, I ask if you haven't or didn't know that I was doing this with Missy and Tracy and hopefully some other fine women, that you consider donating. I have always been skeptical about these events and the amount of money that ends up going to the organization and for research after all the overhead is taken out.
Well, they have trimmed that and money does go towards education and research, so I'm in.
So, reasons to donate:
1. you need the tax deduction
2. you want to support me
3. you really want an ernest sticker (limited time offer)
4. you wish you could walk, but really don't want to spend your Sunday's in August walking 18 miles with only three stops for bathroom breaks and coffee, which leads to more bathroom breaks and makes nm's quite cranky
5. the look in my eyes when I see another donation added to my total, I get teary, I really do
6. well, you know, its the right thing.
Here's my link, I really haven't updated anything, I am planning on it.
My link for the 3 day!
This weekend I'm planning on doing about 10 miles, four one day, six the next. My half marathon schedule is off, April for the Whidbey, May somewhere (Tacoma), June in Seattle and July starting those long walks.
Really long walks. It makes me realize that after this, Portland will be easy.
recession proof nm hah
Friday, March 07, 2008
Quickly before the end
Nm cracking forward
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Thursday, March 06, 2008
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Monday, March 03, 2008
1. I have the cutest optometrist in the world; thus visiting every other year is a joy
2. I killed five snails today on our walk. Happy Spring.
3. Our wireless is currently blowing.
4. I have great doubts about posting on the blackberry while in France
5. It rained and it was cold
6. Antibody treatments against horrible diseases is an amazing technology, but the side affects also blow
7. TH and I believe that you should buy locally, thus you should be a locacompro is comproloca better?
Okay, must dash, there is some squeaking my future
Sunday, March 02, 2008
things I could have been doing while not watching Superbad
2. taking the dog for walk
3. sleeping
4. watching something else
5. writing thank you emails
B dropped the dvd off for me (thanks), but it just wasn't that funny.
nm who is superbad
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Rabbit
Friday, February 29, 2008
leaping backwards
This week I have been faced with my past, mostly my childhood and adolescence. Strange that I celebrated my birthday this week and spent the Sunday before it with my best friend from age six to twelve and my best friend from age twelve to nineteen. Two very lovely women, incredibly successful women who in turn connected with each other as well.
While my life took turns that theirs didn't, we are all happy with our choices. Be it kids, partnerships, IPOs, basset hounds, multiple degrees that render us useless, suburbs versus the city, we all grew up as the children of first generation immigrants to this land far far away.
I spent the last 23 years running away from my childhood friends. It is not to say it was bad internets, it just was something that I just didn't want to be part of for a while. I built my own support system that I cherish and will never let go, there was just something magical about sitting around on Sunday discussing how we'll never be like our parents in some ways. We will never be able to hold a candle to the parties they had and that makes a all a bit sad and relieved.
I never thought that I would be the girl who needed fifteen chafing dishes for my 100 guests, but I know that push comes to shove, I could call the girls and they would do me proud.
I am making connections with them again, mostly through my mom and dad coming back and my dear brother, who was quite anti-social during his Bershon period, but has blossomed into Mr. Suave.
Hey, starting tomorrow, I'll be blogging daily, in support of NaBloPoMo. I even bought a new crackberry to make it easier while lollygagging and throwing vast sums money at the French for things like cheese baguettes and really bitter coffee.
bonjour mlle nm, comment-allez vous?
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Just in time for my trip in eleven days
Recession, there is no freaking recession. Weak dollar good! Allows more of the US to be bought!
Argh.
We have been really good about hedging funds for the last few trips. I may be paying for my now 7 dollar cafe creme using euros I bought at 1.41 this summer. Really.
It was fun while it lasted (sniff).
nm who now has to up her ATM limit just to take 200 euros out
Monday, February 25, 2008
a new year
Tomorrow marks the beginning of my next year. Its prime, though I am beginning to feel less prime by the day.
I have had lots of on my mind, none of it very inspiring and some of it not very pleasant. It may be middle aged doldrums, it may be more than that. I'm hoping it soon will pass.
I'm trying to figure out what to do next.
nm
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
no brainers/non starters
You know those things that make it easy to say yay or nay to something -- people you date, places you go, people you hang with. Intravenous drug use, excessive gambling, three simultaneous relationships and bad family vibes would be non starters/no brainers in the relationship arena in case you are wondering.
Consider this internets -- no brainers when you were to go looking for a house and the garden you will spend the next 20 years cultivating.
any sign of bamboo in the garden -- run screaming, you will never rid yourself of it
clay soil --I weep when I garden in Berkeley
neighbors with outdoor speakers and/or a conversation fire pit
Luckily, I am really only dealing with the first issue. We are lucky enough to have a neighbor who never uses his back yard and his "firepit" and when he moves, we'll be pickaxing it out.
I hate bamboo.
I'm not avoiding you all, just really have nothing to say these days. V. busy with work, gardening and planning the number of one star restaurants one can eat in five days in Provence.
So far, we're up to two, I believe three is the limit.
nm sorting the bamboo from the bamboozled
Friday, February 08, 2008
I cannot say more than it has been a week.
I'm glad it is over.
I'm now sick, probably due to those around me and end of the week
stressors. Everything will be okay, thank goodness.
TH is in the 510 until tomorrow, leaving me with a 23 month old basset hound who does not feel that icy rain is an impediment to his social life.
If you live in Washington State, for gosh sakes, go to your caucus tomorrow. I will admit to never have gone to one, but the 98 emails from my left wing friends have convinced me that I can pull myself away from something to devote a few hours to this. My district caucuses in the school where I went to the 1st grade. All those days of pledging allegiance in my classroom must have paid off huh?
Many guides have done a great job of explaining the system and how it works. Megan did a great job of recapping it all.
Who am I supporting? I'm still unsure, the dark basset, is my first choice, but not many others.
nm rocking out the vote
Monday, February 04, 2008
Um, for those of you who don't follow my every move on twitter or flickr, I had a great time in
Kauai. Even the extra seven hours it took us to get there weren't so bad. Alaska kept us fed (burger king), watered (mai tais anyone?), entertained (how many times can you see Mr. & Mrs. Smith?) and updated as to if the rental car places would be open when we got to Lihue.
Other than that, it rained on Saturday, which is not uncommon, it just made it impossible to do a low water crossing we wanted to do. We revisited Hanalei, tried to find Makai Orchards (swept away in the bad dam breech), had some damn fine pineapple and then some really mediocre japanese food.
Sunday we bagged anything touristy and went right to the beach. Great day for it. Don't expect to see us all tan or anything. It was a good day for a book read, getting your feet wet and being amazed at how relaxed you can be for four hours.
Back to the grind again. The lull of the Internet, data standards, Haut-Provence or Rhone Alpes, tea or coffee, kibble or pasta, all are decisions that make us crazy.
I'm looking forward to some more structure before I have to vacation again.
nm creating brownie points as we speak
Friday, February 01, 2008
Rethinking the seasons and time with Waverly Fitzgerald.
Wondering if I really need new shoes.
nm off to kauai for the next 48 or so hours
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Things could be looking up, street sign, Montepulciano, January 2008.
I have nothing of note to say, sorry internets.
It is too damn cold here and it is now officially warm.
I am leaving for Hawaii on Friday (shut up) and hope to g-d its at least 75 degrees
and sunny. Yes, I have spf 50.
We have eaten two meals in a row at home and tomorrow means chicken enchiladas (ole).
Mony is back and better than ever.
Check her out.
Carry on.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
bliss
Coming home to a clean house
Knowing that tomorrow we'll get the dog
Tulips from the market
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Just so you know its not all fun and games
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Bullet points for the revolution
Hi there internets!
Bullet points for Saturday night at the airport lounge.
Go see Juno.
I mean it.
Then buy the soundtrack and wish you were young enough or maybe old enough to appreciate Beat Happening in the day.
Some more things:
I made it through twelve odd days of travel without really using my credit card. Internets - can you believe it? I used it twice, once for my hotel near Orvieto and once in Rome. I paid cash for everything, including socks, toothpaste, food and pasta for the dog. That is the sum total of my heavily laden bags. Oh torrone as well, can you believe torrone can weigh that much?
I think my credit card company (I pay it off every month), is going to send out a search party. They miss me.
Other than that, TH and I are on our way to New Orleans. Eight long days in the Big Easy. Email me your restaurant suggestions internets (ehem, Jen). I need help.
We're there for work, not for pleasure, but it always helps to think that I may finally find a gumbo that I like. Forget the muffaleta sandwiches and the hurricanes, I'm not even going there.
Well, I'm off to hit the dunkin donuts and burrito beach before my next flight.
nm easing into the big easy one segment at a time
Monday, January 14, 2008
Happy January.
It is snowing here, glorious and sunny yesterday and today, grey, rainy and now sleety and snowy.
Good for hot cocoa drinking, nuff said.
Getting back into the groove. I can stomach more that mexican food which has led to some major gastric reflux and corn flakes. Oh, toss some starburst and fruit flavored mentos into the mix and you will now have my food diary for the last week.
Tonight we tried artichokes and mashed potato. Tomorrow, who knows, knife and forks will be wielded and we'll carve into a roasted chicken.
Okay, that is all I have to say, tell me what is going on with you. You all seem so, well, silent.
nm working her way back to the four food groups - coffee, cornetti, carciofi and contorni
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Resolving to resolve less in 2008
Run a half marathon this year
Reduce my carbon footprint some more
Plant my bulbs earlier
Weed more frequently
Water less
Forgive more
Take more naps
Listen before talking or jumping to conclusions
Practice patience
Patiently practice what ever I am trying to learn
Smooch more
Happy New Year from nm, TH, ernest the puppy
Monday, December 31, 2007
the end of the year
Beautiful day here in Rome, all of them have been spectacular so far. Sunny, not warm, but very comfortable for walking and taking in the sights.
Tonight we'll be watching Rome celebrate the new year with military grade fireworks, lots of singing and screaming and hugging and kissing.
We'll be eating lentils and cotechino, braised greens, fennel salad and toast in the new year with a nice barbera and prosecco. Chocolates from Paris, typical Roman cookies and Sicilian clementines will finish off our celebrations. It is a good life, we have, we are lucky.
All day long the streets and monuments have been filled with Romans enjoying the day. We stood in the museum of the Capitoline taking in the sights and amazed at the number of people walking in the Forum amongst the ruins. Later we enjoyed a lovely lunch in the Ghetto where TH enjoyed her trippa alla romana and I tested my new gold standard in pasta - cacio e pepe.
The air is filled with people wishing each other a good new year, blessings and good fortune. Every five to ten minutes it sounds like the cannon that sits at the top of the Janiculum hill is going off, but that is just Roma saying goodbye to 2007 and hello to 2008.
I wish the same for you, happy new year and may 2008 be filled with joy, good health and love.
nm
Saturday, December 29, 2007
the great leap forwards
I'm not going to go in depth here, because I vowed to spend only fifteen minutes a day on the computer, but the Rome that I have loved for the last ten years and have been to at least ten times in the last ten years seems to be changing.
Wine bars, remodeled coffee shops, chain stores and supermercatis everywhere are changing the face of Rome, a city I love for the fact it seems resilient to change.
Change is hard, especially for me.
Is a tarted up coffee shop going to make me spend more time there? A new supermercati does not make provisioning (the one hour spent daily to acquire milk, clementines, fughi and carciofi as well as scrumming for bread) any easier really. It just makes it more modern and in some ways more impersonal. The vendors in the food market change yearly it seems, with fewer and fewer food people and more and more scarves, handbag vendors and touristy tat.
The lack of goods, such as today's foray to find napkins (cloth) took hours because the good kitchen supply shop near where we stay is gone. We managed to secure very lovely placemats, but heaven forbid that one can find a cloth napkin that matches. TH and scoured the streets (not such a bad task) and finally found napkins, first white and then a cheery festive red that matched.
Tomorrow, our friends R&K arrive. TH will do the traditional meeting them at the local train station and then the fun really begins. We hope to be able to show them our Rome, some touristy, some not so.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Decompression chamber
I want to go go go, yet, my body is saying, relax.
This is nearly impossible for someone like me.
I am completely and utterly conflicted.
Off to attempt to nap, after an espresso.
more later
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
It is snowing here, not too hard, but making one wonder if driving to someone's house is such a great idea when you could snuggle up at home and eat leftover sugar cookies and plum pudding for dinner. However, family obligations are such that going out on a freezing night with a mother who has a mother of a cold is just what you do.
Tomorrow, we fly to Rome for seven days and then another three in Lazio and Florence and then one more night in Rome before we fly home.
I am excited to show TH some gardens that I saw ten years ago and wished that she could visit. Her plan is to not have one, but to drink cappucino decaffeinato, eat gelato and practice her Italian scrumming for piazza bianca as she wants. Honestly, I'll just be happy to see her happy and relaxed for the first time in two or three years (the post-classwork/orals/pre-research years).
We'll be blogging while gone, flickring and twittering as we can, so stay in touch.
Ci vediamo ragazzi.
nm
Saturday, December 22, 2007
winter light
Today was the first day of winter, one of my favorite days of the year. It brings me hope that I'll be able to walk Ernest in the light, wake again to natural light and give me an inkling that all will be okay in the world as spring comes soon after.
While we woke to lashings of rain and a dull gray sheet of clouds, the day brightened as it went on. It improved to the point that the and errands that required doing and things that couldn't wait, waited, while we stood in the dining room and smiled at the sun coming in and warming our house.
Hello Winter, thank you for bringing us light and warmth, if just for those brief minutes.
nm
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
coming home
Tonight my brother and I are picking my parents up from the airport. It is unusual for even one of us to drive to the airport to pick them up. We're not bad people, its that my parents are pretty independent souls and they are used to either picking up a car that we have left them or getting a taxi.
However, tonight my parents are coming back to Seattle forever.
Growing up we were not particularly peripatetic people. The first few years after leaving Iran, we traveled where my father could get a better position as he moved up the ladder from intern to resident to fellow to faculty. My mother continued to do whatever was needed, making friends and connections as she could, keeping us amused and out of our father's way while he studied or slept between shifts. When he realized that at the ripe age of 41 that he had to move from the University to private practice to give his family everything that he never had, he made that shift.
Even when he made that jump, he went from the University to a hospital in West Seattle that desperately needed someone with his leadership, good nature and organizational skills to bring the hospital around. My father accomplished this and then moved on with his team he had amassed to a larger hospital. He flourished in a practice at a time when medicine was not about HMOs and PPOs and they just went to work and helped people. My father left his practice at the right time, he worked hard and had a good group of doctors around him to carry on.
He wanted to garden in the sun, enjoy his days off without rain gear, he wanted to see blue skies that stayed blue and to garden in short sleeves all year around. They moved to California where they built a house that few could dream of and enjoyed it with their friends. They later decided to downsize and remodeled a house that many would still consider to be palatial. During this time, my mother and father remained upbeat, even as they had to visit their things in storage while the contractors ripped out walls and installed granite counter tops.
Last year, when my brother was offered his dream position back in Seattle, my parents decided it was time to come home. They had different requirements than they did in 70s and 90's and 00's when they did major moves, but over time we managed to find something that would work for them. It still requires time and effort to get my mother's seal of approval, but for me its perfect. It brings them within five minutes of myself and my work, near a good grocery store, a pharmacy, hair salon and close to some of their long time friends.
The last few weeks have been very emotional for my mother and father. In the twelve years they have been associated San Diego and La Jolla they have made an amazing group of friends. My mom has been involved in several large charitable organizations and my father has kept himself busy educating himself at the Salk Institute. They are losing bond to my mother's nursing school friends who are known to fly down for a the weekend to have a bbq. These people gave them a sense of adventure and spontaneity that seems to lack here. I don't know why that is, but it just feels that way. In Seattle, they have twenty seven years of memories and an extended family that cannot wait to see them, yet, it all feels so bittersweet.
I cannot explain it, but the move that is permanent means that they are now rooted here, something that cannot be moved. I hope they do not lose their sense of adventure when they come home.
Friday, December 14, 2007
lesser of two evils
TH and I have this routine after dinner. One of us walks the dog while the other does the dishes and puts away dinner makings and leftovers.
90% of the time I opt for dog walking.
Tonight, I got to do both as dinner clean up took too long and it was only fair to TH.
Next time we're going the long way home.
nm
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
I wonder if Lawrence Welk is on the comeback?
Busy here, well, not really too busy. TH is at work (its 10 pm people), Ernest helped sample lemon poppy seed shortbread and I'm too tired to even consider the ten holiday cards that Ernest needs to send out tomorrow.
Tomorrow, that is it, I'll do them tomorrow before work.
nm who wishes she could be misty mountain hopping with the rest of them
Friday, December 07, 2007
Field of dreams
Note I wrote this 11/30, last Friday, thank you for your patience.
It is cold here in Corvallis. It was very strange driving into campus today with TH and have her explain to me the passing landscape, she has a knack for describing things that makes it easy for me to imagine what it looked like in different seasons. TH did this drive for three years, transiting back and forth from Seattle to Corvallis by plane, train and automobile. She was lucky enough to have a home with our friends L&E kept her in divine food, clean clothes and coffee for those long quarters of classes, papers and commuting.
They gave her respite and a place to escape in a beautiful house in the middle of Christmas tree farms.
Over time, she found her perfect drive to and from campus. She would drive windy back roads through small family farm plots full of spinach, hazelnuts, blueberries and leeks. While, this morning it was sleeting and gray, I could picture what it must have been like for her in the early spring when the blueberries were starting to flower and the hazels were unfurling their first light green fuzzy leaves. In the early fall, when the hazels all turned yellow and the corn was ready to be cut, she could see yellow for a few acres. The drive was a good way to prepare before she was to present her work on Bayesian modeling in her informatics class or discuss how ideas in science diffused. We talked a lot on the drive down yesterday about learning, school and when you are ready to be done with school. Neither of us believe that you ever finish learning, there is so much out there. School, that may be another story.
Today, I can say that she knows more about the cutting edge of mapping, information sciences and visualization and how they can be applied to a slew of environmental issues. She has approached these ideas as a geographer, scientist and historian and made sense of them.
Good job TH, Dr. TH to the rest of you.
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Attempting to not drive TH crazy by planning a trip to Drome and Haut Provence before she's done with the rest of her obligations including ten days of decompression after Christmas and really bugging her by suggesting she travel separately.
Motivating myself to haul ass to the Village to buy a new pair of jeans now. Mine are baggy in the butt and hopefully a size smaller will help, vanity sizing that is.
Wondering if I can leave the dog at home after this morning's consumption of yet another ornament.
Asking myself if I really am excited about 2008.
nm trying to forget that tomorrow is another work day