Tuesday, October 21, 2008
TJ's hors d'oeuvres for dinner are not a bad thing. Paired with a salad, its downright healthy.
I'm too bushed to cook. I am too scrimy to eat out, so its fridge clean out, pantry clean out and milk, lettuce, a few fun things and what is left at home is fair game. Today the Ernmeister hurked bile at 515 and things got fun after that, dog walk, gym, work, dog park, work, visiting the parentals, class, grocery store and more walks.
So, now I sit here, watching 30 rock on my friend's portable dvd player while trying to catch up on work. I am giving it three episodes and its curtains for me.
Oh, wait, if you are curious -- here is an amazing list of newspaper editorial endorsements -- the breadth and range of newspapers that have endorsed Senator Obama is amazing.
Other than that, I have signed up for the Seattle Half Marathon - I am looking to beat my split at Portland by 10 minutes. I better get cracking. I need to get some mileage in this weekend.
nm pro american and west of everything
Monday, October 20, 2008
TH is in Iceland all week. She returns for about five hours and then turns around and goes right back out to Boulder. I am happy for her, she's getting some very deserved recognition for her work -- merging science, history and mapping along with her tireless efforts to explain to scientists that eventually all of this stuff needs to be explained to policy makers.
We call that dumbing down.
This year myself and a few of my colleagues on the other side of the country are looking to develop a workshop that will highlight some of these issues at our large annual meeting. We are trying to figure out the best way to do this -- teach people about how to use mapping technology for decision support. A lot of these folks have spent their careers developing programs and products to this for their own niche area which gives them the results they want. What we're trying to integrate is how all this works with the entire world -- not just a static image. We collect terrabytes of climate information daily that goes into huge models and gets churned, analyzed, reanalyzed, refitted, filtered, archived and visualized to predict climate variances or hazard assessment. How this fits in with our constantly changing world -- cities morph, road networks evolve, coastlines shift and all this information requires refreshing at a faster rate than most home grown programs can handle. It seems like the faster we pedal to figure out the best way to do something, something new comes up and changes the whole show.
I like it, most of the time.
I often wonder why I didn't pursue my second career that I spent three hard years in studio and the archives and returned to science. Maybe it was a comfort thing, maybe it was my lack of self confidence at designing master planned communities. I think the tools I picked up along the way -- project management, planning principles, some semblance of design theory along with the beginnings of a GIS background made me a better and more rounded researcher. If I had stayed in my job, I would have probably ended up a JAVA programmer writing code for one-off projects that may seen the light after the final report was written. I may have left my comfortable existence and gone to work for one, two or seven dot coms and made a ton of money to lose it all again.
Yeah, I'm a scientist. I can't help it. I am curious, I want answers and that is not a bad way to approach the world.
It has taken me ten years to become comfortable with this. I no longer pretend that this is just another break in my life and I'll find something that will make me astoundingly happy. I may complain at times, but every little blip I see a time series, every map we create that shows a level of risk and every discussion that engages policy wonks with scientists and has both parties coming out learning something new makes me realize that step by step, the things I do make some sort of difference.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
I spent the debate listening to McCain snivel and snort (note to self: call bro to ask him to analyze McCain's snort), twittering and replying to a long OMNI post on flyertalk.
I believe my presidential pick will occur and I for one and many of my friends and family will hug, scream and believe that we may have a chance for a better America.
Now I'm worried about our own gubernatorial race. Its so close. My focus and money is going towards keeping Christine Gregoire in office. She's done a good job so far and I would like her to do the same for the next four years. I just wish she was more willing to either retaliate to Rossi or just campaign dammit.
How about you? What are you doing to keep your local elected officials elected or new one's to fill their place.
nm the scientist
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Nothing is harder than denying your dog his dinner and doling out meager rations of white rice and chicken breast every four hours in hopes it will stay down.
Anytime he gets sick, I worry. I did not give birth to him, but I still feel like I have known him since his early weeks of life. To me, he is still perfect -- with very few things that could possibly go wrong with him at his young age. To see him feeling under the weather kills me. To have him look at me accusingly as I try to eat my dinner is even worse than death.
Its been almost 90 minutes since his 1/2 cup of rice and .5 oz of chicken breast. Here's to hoping it will stay down for the next 270 minutes. If not, its going to be a long night of Ernest, myself and the couch.
Monday, October 13, 2008
It only costs me 61 dollars to fill my tank every 10 days.
I have only now reduced my losses to half of my yearly salary (give or take), in the latest economic downturn! Everything is still okay! We are winning wars everywhere, the surge is working, people are happy with the dollar meal menu choices at McDonalds, Dancing with the Stars is still a big hit, and 90210 is back on the air. Long live the 80s, long live consumerism!
As for my money, after all, I'm whining about me. It should only take me five years to get it back if I want it in cash and still maintain a decent lifestyle of occasional travel, clothing purchases and new tires. I know my income did not decrease by 25-40%, but honestly, it just makes me not want to spend a penny unless I absolutely have to.
The brighter side -- we're all paying more attention to what the hell is going on with our money, right?
nm ready to keel haul an investment banker into shark infested waters
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Slow second half
Not bad overall time
One lost toenail
3 cheers for TH and ernest who not only waited in the rain to cheer me on and tolerated my bitchy whiny obsession for the last two weeks
I am taking the week off from energetic persuits.
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Saturday, October 04, 2008
I'm so afraid that I will not finish this marathon tomorrow in time.
I'm afraid I can't make the distance.
I'm afraid that I'm going to lose at least one toenail on the course.
I'm afraid of failing.
At least the weather prognostication is for a few sprinkles and then overcast,so I'm not going to either overheat or get uncomfortably wet.
26 miles are easy, the last .2 will kill me.
Friday, October 03, 2008
(11:18:29 AM) T_half: so wall street just got a 700B reward for fucking up
(11:19:49 AM) yo_naz: yup, and i may be able to retire before i am 89.
(11:20:02 AM) yo_naz: so what, there are 119 billion in ear marks in the new bill.
(11:20:11 AM) yo_naz: you want everything to go in the toilet?
(11:20:18 AM) T_half: politics as suual
(11:20:22 AM) T_half: usual that is
(11:20:44 AM) T_half: am not convinced that everything would go in the toilet if bill wasn't passed.
(11:20:57 AM) T_half: but we always need corporate socialism
(11:21:13 AM) T_half: we will be paying for this and the invasion of Iraq for the rest of our lives
(11:21:56 AM) T_half: i want the tradeoff to be a whomping excess profits tax - but that will never happen. look at the fricking oil companies
(11:22:22 AM) yo_naz: I personally think that every single non breeding individual who has no debt should get
a 5000 deduction this year for paying taxes that help the breeding non complying foreclosing 2008
car buying tivo and dish owning costco going 40K in credit card debt that will also be bailed
out later this year.
(11:22:42 AM) yo_naz: oh wait, another 500 dollar deduction for not
owning a storage unit.
(11:26:46 AM) T_half: i like that
(11:27:57 AM) yo_naz: Yah!
(11:28:04 AM) yo_naz: I'm going to have to blog that.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Other than that, I would like to thank co workers and students alike for attending work and classes when you should be at home getting better instead of passing on your god damned colds to me.
I appear to be clenching my jaw at night, gee I wonder why?
Tonight, I'm toast. I went to memorial service/open house, came home, dealt with life and now realize that I have more of life to deal with.
It is just going to have to wait.
I'm going to bed, with a ton of aspirin and airborne in my system.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Tomorrow, I don't have a thing scheduled.
On the list of things that I want to do -- Farmer's market, dog park, garden, mulch, read, and hang out with the dog.
Life is good.
The following day, Missy and I are going to do 10 miles together and then I'm going to try another 15.
I have to keep a pace of 3.4 miles to make the cut at the Portland Marathon. My best time is about 3.15 for a half, so a whole would be 6.30. That would be amazing and probably not attainable.
My colleague suggests to go with the flow - not run when I can walk, but honestly, this is my goal for the year to do this marathon and do it right.
Balance is hard.
I don't want to injure myself and I know my pace -- I am fast at the start, miles 3 through 11 sail by and the last miles seem to drag and this is a half. I wonder how I will do in a whole. I guess I will find out soon enough.
The Portland Marathon touts itself as a mp3 friendly marathon. I am really debating buying a new nano. My shuffle is fine for short races, but I like the idea of seeing what I am listening to. I just hate buying new toys because of one need. I wonder if I can just realize that I live with the shuffle and then just listen to the rhythm of my own body for ten or so miles.
Yeah, I think I'll do that.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
I'm thinking that I'm willing to take another moderate hit to my retirement if it means that change in our government and you know what I mean.
I had lunch with my parents today. My mom has never really discussed politics and really, if you want to know the truth, its not her thing. Today she went off on Palin, not so much Sarah as Todd.
Todd Palin, had I known you were in the hood yesterday, let alone, my old stomping grounds, I would have paid the 1000 buckeroos just to shove him in the ass, well, maybe I would have sent my mom instead, she has better jewelry and manners.
Seriously. This whole thing is becoming a train wreck.
I'm soon to stop all this pontificating, but honestly, I'm just gobsmacked by these last few weeks of the campaign. Seeing the pundits compare Palin to Kay Bailey Hutchinson and Olympia Snow is ludicrous. She just doesn't hold a candle to many other fine women politicians out there and I'm not sure she'll ever get there.
nm fuming and spewing (laying off the caf tomorrow)
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
This evening I called my dad to get his take on Bushie's speech. He said hold on tight, the market will come back. This is a man who has gained and lost way more than I could ever dream of having in volatile markets. However, these days I'm thinking that not only are we who gamble in the long term are going to get the shit kicked out of them, but those who think that everything is going to be ok.
We as a nation are khars. Yes, we are. Its not just predatory mortgage lenders and Goldman Sachs's interns who came up with the derivatives that the Kingdom of Brunei bought and sold that caused the recent financial crisis.
It is us, stupid stupid us [the US populace].
Those of us who thought that we would take money out of our hideously overpriced home not to send our kids to college, but to finance our new televisions, ATVs, trip to Alaska (moose hunting?).
It is us, who thought that we could afford that 500,000 dollar house in the burbs as as starter home bigger than anything we really needed or wanted, but it was there.
It is us who jumped from credit card to credit card to get the better deal and then forgot the introductory period lasted 15 seconds.
It is us who just didn't wait the 5 minutes to think something through and pressed the buy it now button on the computer and ended up with major buyer's remorse.
It is us who just couldn't remember what it was like to learn to keep something for another few wears, another season, another person even if we had the money to buy the latest thing.
It is us who needed the latest thing because everyone else had it.
It is us who not only bought a house with no money down, but also financed a car we couldn't afford, ate out every lunch, bought food that we ended up throwing out at the end of the week because we forgot we bought it because we were eating out and not really thinking.
It is us who used our credit cards, debit cards and fast pays at Starbucks, au bon pain and Peets daily because we just couldn't bother to make a pot of coffee at home and bring our own cup.
It is us who thought that things would just go on and be fine even as we saw our portfolios dwindle and those little dips in our retirement accounts grow bigger.
It is us who laughed at our grandparents and parents because they lived through hard times -- Depressions, occupations, revolutions and hardships and now have it so good. These same people realize the value of a dollar, shekel and toman and still think before committing one penny to it.
It is us who thought that the person who chose to live simply, not upgrade their house with every promotion and chose to pay off their mortgages to have that safety net were insane.
Yeah, we're all khars now.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
TH is out of town. I'm not going to say again, since in the past it was me fleeing from the scene of the crime and she was stuck with house/dog/life.
She has flits of work travel happening for the next few months. My well has run dry so to speak --- one meeting in December. Everything/everyone else is coming to me these days.
I like that.
I believe I have recovered from the 3 day. I will spend this weekend writing thank you notes and getting ready for my next event. The few people I have been emailing or talking with have experienced the same set of emotions as I have, which I find reassuring.
As my pal Deb said, "I wouldn't have believed the things people warned or told me about until I experienced it myself". That is one smart woman.
Courtney does a great job of summing up the event. I can add a few things.
I walked with one person, it made things faster. Everyone I knew that walked in a group felt really bogged down by the hurry up and waiting.
I will never ask for advice when dealing with a blister. I now know how patients waiting to be discharged from the hospital feel like.
I was happy to sleep in my own bed on Saturday.
I am thankful that Missy doesn't mind sleeping with the tent wide open to deal with my hyperventilating claustrophobia.
I am thankful for the not found in nature "uncrustable". Next time go with a better flavor of jelly.
I am thankful for Sean and Amelia who hung with me on Saturday night.
I am completely floored by the dedication of Ruth and Loretta for stalking us. I think I have said this over and over again. They have no idea what it did for our flagging morale.
I am beyond thankful for a 15.7 mile Sunday. Piece of cake.
I am thankful that I am healthy.
I should be back to normal blogging. As normal as I get. I have nothing of note to say. I hate Fall. I hate pants. I hate short days and leaf raking. Bring back Spring!
Monday, September 22, 2008
Sad, isn't it?
I can wear shoes now!
I am going to try and go for six miles sometime on Wednesday (when I have no idea).
Saturday I'm heading for eightteen or nineteen depending on the rain.
I'm wondering who had the brilliant idea of doing a marathon in two weeks.
Oh wait, that was me.
I'm sure it will be fine, right?
nm back in black
Friday, September 19, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Blisters - one small and treatable
Miles walked - 21 give or take
Training miles - 800
Meatballs - one
Memories of the mammaries - many
Tomorrow Redmond and Kirkland-
It is going to be longish - 23 miles and warm so I am hoping to be on the road at 630 to beat the heat
Thank you each and everyone for your good vibes and generous support these last 26 weeks
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Thursday, September 11, 2008
Okay, I don't really watch tv, but I did just see her on the cover of TIME.
I wonder if she's ever read it?
From Courtney -- I may just have to rent the Bourne series now.
Does every middle American soccer mom sit there at the Starbucks over their skinny non fat no whip vanilla latte and dream of being president some day? I know that I maybe be a little left of center, but nothing recently has really ticked me off as this.
Do you realize that my dad could be McCain and I could be Palin?
Hey dad, can I have the keys to AirForce One?
nm back on track
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
If you are in Seattle, bored or just want to cheer me on. I'll be the one walking and talking too much and not wearing pink.
Here is the listing of cheering stations. I'm happy to say that R&L, TH and Ernest and Missy's Frank will be visiting us along the way.
Friday, September 12:
9:00 am - 1:00 pm
First Baptist Church and Pilgrim Lutheran Church parking lots
10431 SE 11th St. and 10420 SE 11th St.
(Parking is also available at Church of Christ off of SE 11th St.)
Bellevue, WA 98004
10:00 am - 2:00 pm
NE 12th St. between 106th Pl NE and 112th Ave. NE
(Parking is available across the street and in nearby neighborhood)
Bellevue, WA 98004
Saturday, September 13:
8:30 am - 11:00 am
12335 - 134th Court NE
Redmond, WA 98052
11:00 am - 5:00 pm
Ben Franklin Elementary
12434 NE 60th Street
Kirkland, WA 98033
Sunday, September 14:
8:00 am - 11:00 am
Green Lake Park
7201 E Green Lake Dr. N
Seattle, WA 98115
Click here for map of cheering area
I'm taking next weekend off.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
I am back, I am swamped, I am fine.
Way too many pictures and thoughts for the five minutes I have to share with you.
The 3 day, my manuscript revisions, countless work obligations, the upcoming presidential elections (ugh, Palin, ugh, barf) and the tristesse of dusk at 7:40 is too much to bear.
This last trip made me realize that I do enjoy active trips -- not just tromping around Rome or the Perigord, but hiking for three to four hours a day is appealing, as long as it is followed by a night in a hotel.
I'm thinking the Dolomites or Croatia, somewhere with better coffee than Illulisat.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Other than the first business/first class flight that TH spoiled me with while in grad school and our Qantas biz segment from Los Angeles to Aukland, this flight rocked the free world.
Now I am in Copenhagen with a million affluent baby boomers who are cruising somewhere.
Is it the way of their tribe to display all their wealth on their fingers and wrists? Serious overkill peeps, it looks like breeding plumage at the bird sanctuary.
I have walked around for about an hour and a half, but alas nothing currently slays me. It could be due to tiredness or the grey weather or that everything I wanted to see is closed already. I cannot get over the number of UK and US chains I am seeing!
Welcome to a brave new world.
Maybe next time I will be more enthused about CPH. I am currently sitting in a decent looking resto awaiting my white asparagus starter.
The waiter has taken pity on me and brought me a standard pitcher of Danish tap water. I love him.
On the Greenland front TH reports sunny weather in Manitsoq, so at least we have something to look forward to.
nm minding her ps and qs
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Wednesday, August 27, 2008
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.
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Tuesday, August 26, 2008
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.
Check out my flickr for some moblogging.
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.
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
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
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?"
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
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
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Monday, July 07, 2008
I signed up for the Portland Marathon today.
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 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
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
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
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.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
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.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
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
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
Life here is throwing a few curve balls, but we'll hit one out of the field one of these days.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
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
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.