It really bums me out that I am missing the DNC. Last time around I saw Senator Kerry give his last speech in front of the Philadelphia Art Museum right before he accepted the nomination at the DNC.
We watched speeches with some of our colleagues from Boulder who were delegates in 2000.
This year one of my childhood friends is one of the Washington delegates. I am so proud of her as I am of everyone who gives their time and sweat to bring forth poositive change to this country.
As I sit in the lounge before my journey I am watching the breaking story of no roll call for the delegates. As a child this was my favorite part of the conventions -of any party.
The delegates from each state casting their votes and all the cheering. It made me proud to be an American.
Today I am bummed to miss the acceptance speech of who I believe will make this country strong again.
Its just not the same on youtube.
Watch today and tomorrow and wish I could be in your living room with you tomorrow.
Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
really, really must be going part 2
Time to really get going. Everything is done, its just the final packing that seems to be the issue. Do I really need all this crap? Can I get away with doing laundry at the hostel? Does it really matter as long as I don't smell like a seal when I get to London?
It'll be intermittent from now on, but I know you all will behave while I'm lollygagging in Greenland and Iceland. Apparently, there is no way I can get scrubbed/rubbed and tubbed at the blue lagoon, so piss on that.
Seriously.
Check out my flickr for some moblogging.
smooches,
nm
Monday, August 25, 2008
TH took this -- view from the hill of the Nuuk harbor.
I am leaving in about 40 hours give or take a few.
I have yet to pack.
Well, I have sort of a pile of stuff to take. I just realized that my flight from Copenhagen to Nuuk is six hours in COACH - with one stop along the way. I better pack another book.
I am packing for 34 degrees F to 78 degrees F. I'm thinking that Nuuk may hit 65 on the first day I'm there.
Yoikes.
All sorts of fashion questions come to mind. Can I get away with wearing capris with mosquito netting and then just a down vest and long tshirt? What about fleece? What about flip flops?
Its hard to be fashionable when you are going to the Arctic.
Frankly, the weather here is not that seasonably appropriate, so maybe a trip to Greenland will be warmer.
nm looking forward to sitting backwards
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
My mom bought a laptop a few weeks ago. It sat and sat until someone had the time to show her how to use it.
Until last week, my mom had never touched a computer.
Now she has mail.
She's a quick learn as long as you are a patient teacher.
TH is much more patient than I.
The strangest thing I have ever seen is my mom in the glow of a laptop screen.
The most amazing thing is that she writes just as if she was talking to you.
Now she is no longer dependent on my dad to see pictures of her great grand niece, Ernest, other friends' kids and little snippets of jokes from friends 1000's of miles away.
I don't see her getting on facebook anytime soon, but I like the fact she took it in her own hands to learn.
My mom, she's a pistol.
Monday, August 18, 2008
the keenest of peaches
On the hottest day of the year, I bought two cases of peaches for canning. It always seems to be that we start preserving for the fall and long winter when the mercury rises about 90 degrees. We don't get started until after the dinner dishes are done and all the jars are scrubbed and ready to go and we don't end until way past our regular bedtimes.
Frankly, I was happy to see the rain and wind and cool temperatures of Monday. I was even happier to get the show of canning on the road before 9 pm.
The peaches we got are wonderful, they are seconds - blemished, but they are juicy, perfectly ripe and locally grown. While we have two peach trees in our garden that typically produce well, this year we have not one peach thanks to a mismatch between bees, flowers and our typically flaky weather.
I miss picking peaches off the tree this year.
I also missed the opportunity to pick peaches off the tree this spring when we went to visit the communities near Fresno that grow amazing varieties of peaches on small scale family farms. The cold weather had us off the first harvest by a crucial week. However, it was still fun to watch our friend Paul jump up on the processing line and show us all the facets of peach packing. Trust me, you had to be there.
Most of all, peaches signify to me the beginning of a long lasting relationship between food, TH and myself. Our first real date involved ten hours together going in search of peppers, peaches and warm weather in the 509. On the way home we stopped to get some peaches. When we got back to TH's house, we needed to make a cobbler for a dinner party to which we were both invited.
The peaches were not ripe and TH and I boiled the life out of them to get them to soften.
It was the act of cooking together and trying to figure out how to make something good out of something bad that made me realize that there was something here that was real.
I think TH felt the same way.
Other than the cobbler, we both don't remember much about the what else was served that night, but we laugh every time we think of that peach cobbler.
Here's to more moments of brilliance in life and the kitchen
Saturday, August 16, 2008
carrying on
Today I walked by myself before the heat of the day. My training plan has me at 10 miles today and eight tomorrow. I walked 7 before 8 am fueled by Aimee Mann, Franz Ferdinand, Cold Play and assorted tunes. I carried nothing but my ipod and my house keys.
It felt good.
Today was the first time in something like eight weeks I was able to go to the Farmer's market with TH, do the TJs run and assorted other errands. I think she liked it until I began to micromanage her purchase of goat cheese.
Then she turned to me and said "don't you have another three miles to do?"
Whatev.
While the mercury rises to 92 degrees today, I will start packing for my trip to Greenland. A few days ago at a lunch with a group of people that work with TH, we mentioned Greenland and one of the women at lunch mentioned she had just returned from a work trip to Ilillusiat and had her packing list.
This is a woman after TH's heart.
Greenland for seven days with one carry on and one personal item.
Her list is wonderful, informative and timely.
TH will probably carry on Boston and then surrender her bag to Iceland Air in hopes that it will show up in Nuuk. I am taking my chances that British Airlines will get my bag to Copenhagen in one piece- while I am a big fan of the no check/no worries of bags, this time I fly with a trekking backpack its just not going to work while going through the terminals of Heathrow. Its a given that Air Greenland will make me check my bag from Copenhagen to Nuuk via Kang, it just a weight and balance thing.
It feels good to carry on -- with life and with baggage, you just have to pick and choose which parts you can live without for the journey.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
one word
Stolen from Jen, because I can't be bothered to discuss preservation on various and sundry levels.
Play along, link and think. This is hard, especially for people like me who just can't self monitor.
1. Where is your cell phone? work tote
2. Where is your significant other? present
3. Your hair? tousled
4. Your mother? awesome
5. Your father? ditto
6. Your favorite thing? contentment
7. Your dream last night? nonexistent
8. Your dream/goal? contentment
9. The room you're in? study
10. Your hobby? reading
11. Your fear? boredom
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? retired
13. Where were you last night? bookclub
14. What you're not? calm
16. One of your wish list items? relaxation
17. Where you grew up? medina
18. The last thing you did? concertgoing
19. What are you wearing? skort!
20. Your TV? huh?
21. Your pet? ernest! 509!
22. Your computer? laptop
24. Your mood? good
25. Missing someone? ernest
26. Your car? sturdy
27. Something you're not wearing? socks
28. Favorite store? bookstore
29. Your summer? jumbled
30. Love someone? yes
31. Your favorite color? green
32. When is the last time you laughed? today
33. Last time you cried? today
Monday, August 11, 2008
insert something witty here
I have something deep and meaningful to blog about, really, but its going to have to wait until tomorrow.
Today I am going to tell you that nothing beats trying to find a pair of hiking/trail shoes for my upcoming trip to Greenland.
Who thought that trail runners would be forward thinking at the same time tailored.
Who would think that at 23:48 PDT anyone would care.
nm forward thinking and carbon neutral
Friday, August 08, 2008
being and nothingness
Right, where was I?
Last weekend, I camped. Yes, tent, thermarest pad, banana boats and 40 miles of walking.
It was fun! Well, not the thermarest part. The last time I slept on my thermarest I was 10 years younger. I will be borrowing R&L's plusher version for the 3 day.
We did it.
J & I walked, bitched, laughed, burned and learned a lot last weekend.
Check out some of the pictures here.
The rest of the week was spent in San Diego at the enormous conference that I go to yearly and in at which I am forced to do much outreach. Actually, I like it, but this year I did not feel much love and perhaps it may be that I have been so out of the actual technology use and more involved in planning, assessing and creating the all mighty power point presentation.
Hopefully that will change soon.
It was strange to be in San Diego and not be with my parents, ditto for TH. I miss going home and sitting and chatting. My mom said that it was good that we have good memories of SD and La Jolla, not of my parents aging or needing our help.
Someone today asked me if I ever worried about them getting old and not being here any more.
Honestly, not often. They are here for the moment and I cherish each and everyone I get to spend with them. Without sounding corny, I love it when my father calls at work to ask my advice about something or watching my mom's eyes light up as we unlock the door to their house and just stop by to say hi.
Today, TH's mother would have had a very special birthday. We wanted to celebrate it in style, but the day just didn't turn out as we had planned. There were procurement contracts to write, fires to tame and abstracts to submit. We will celebrate a bit later and toast a woman whom I never met, but believe I would have loved with all of my heart.
Friday, August 01, 2008
it all ends in tears
Originally I was going to use this title to discuss the opera, my shallow understanding of it and how as much as I try to understand it, I'm maybe just too well, not interested.
Then I read Kerri's blog about having to put Kubrin Kaos out of his pain.
The last month I have shed many a tear over Kerri and Brian's losses. For those who do not know them -- it is through Kerri and Brian's amazing talent of describing the antics of a once-tiny basset hound puppy who traveled by container ship from England to the Falkland Islands that I made dozen friends on through dogs that blog and through flickr. Some whom I have met in real life person.
Seriously.
I cannot describe the love and patience and devotion Kerri and Brian show daily to all of the dogs they have fostered over the years. You can see it in their pictures, their words, but nothing is like watching it in action. I was floored when I watched her take care of the SUMDs (skinny ugly mutant dogs) in person when I visited last September.
To give your time, your house, your heart to a pack of older, sometimes not placeable anywhere else rescue dogs and make them the happiest the dogs on the planet is no easy feat. They did it with grace and love.
Yesterday TH and I were talking about our December trip to London and visiting with Kerri and Brian and the SUMDs and five minutes later we hear about Kubrin.
Last week TH was emailing back and forth with Ernest’s breeder and Ernest’s desire for a Great Dane as a brother. S. mentioned that big dogs die too young and there is too much heartache involved. She may be right, but the eight years they make you smile and laugh and steal your heart may just be worth it.
Sleep tight Kubrin and give Meggie Moo a kiss from me.
Friday, July 25, 2008
sweet spot
After two years of a new stereo in my very old car, I finally started using the ipod adapter.
Seriously, what is up with that?
The dog, he is not taken with my musical taste.
I bought a dress three weeks ago for a wedding this weekend. I tried it on once, I thought it looked okay. I wasn't in the mood to try looking anymore.
I tried it on today with the proper undergarments. It looks better than okay. Woot.
Man, I hope there is air conditioning at the church and reception hall.
Twenty two hours in Spokane with 90 degree heat and a full bar. Could be interesting.
later taters and if I see Courtney while driving around, it'll be even better.
nm wondering if open toed kitten heels will make it to the church on time
Thursday, July 24, 2008
sell out
I love live music and I love Seattle, so when the zootunes schedule comes out we find a few artists that we like and we buy tickets. Its for a good cause, all of the ticket sales go directly to the Zoo.
Seriously.
However, I cannot tolerate the shows any more.
What is it about sitting outdoors and listening to some great music that makes people want to talk during the whole show and make it difficult for those around them to enjoy the show?
Would you do the same at the opera? symphony?
I understand running around with your kids, I understand that babies cry and kids want to place chase, but you 45 year old ass hat with the really loud voice and tall chair, shut the feck up. After all, I paid 28 bucks to hear music and eat dinner underneath the trees, not listen to you discuss your upcoming colonscopy.
K?
Tonight we saw Emmylou Harris, she was fabulous and it was quieter than last nights performances by the lovely Josh Ritter and the amazing Andrew Bird.
In fact, last night was even more amazing because TH and I entered a raffle and won a huge basket of chocolate goodies and some coffee from Metropolitan Market. Seriously cool and made me much happier after my cranky spell due to talking idiots.
Check it out...
Tonight they raffled off a grocery bag of vegetables.
Hard choice - vegetables v. truffles, coffee, brownies, biscotti, brownie mix and other delectables.
Saturday takes us to Spokane for a brief visit and a wedding. Should be tons of fun.
nm bittersweet but not 70%
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
Back from Canada. Miles walked, pictures taken and downloaded and not quite made public on flickr. Good food eaten, great music heard, beautiful weather to sun in and three books read.
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
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
15 plus miles walked
2 hour nap
3 loads of laundry
1 pt of raspberries picked
1/2 papaya with lime for dessert enjoyed
2 sunburned arms
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
Short of a large seismic event or a presentation that requires my brain power I no longer
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?
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?
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