Yesterday I was trying like hell to find a good comparative metaphor for the mini-heat wave we're having. I was going off of the ole "colder than a witch's tit," but I didn't get very far, clearly. And I call myself a writer. Oh, well.
In other news, I dropped some cold hard cash on new clothes for the spring/summer business-caszh wardrobe. It had to be done. I've grown out of most of my work clothes (which in itself is another post for another blog - let's just say I ain't happy about going up another size since last spring). Yay for Kohl's! I found some good deals on clothes that don't make me look like a donut.
Spring cleaning has commenced, beginning with piles in the bedroom that at some point over the winter I'm pretty sure gained sentience and formed a United Federation of Discards. Their little cliques and will soon be destroyed and redeployed to my own design. I've been reading too much Becoming Madame Mao. I'm starting to talk like a Chinese Communist ca. 1966.
And on that note, I'm going to go "pull the weeds" of my closet and dressers to make room for revolutionary clothes. Out with the old, in with the new.
Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts
Saturday, April 03, 2010
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Oestara
10. I can't stand these para-archeologists who insist that pyramids were built by aliens or with alien technology. ANYTHING is possible with slave labor and lots of time and money.
9. Easter happens the first Sunday after the first full moon after Vernal Equinox.
8. If alien astronauts were here 2,000 years ago, why the fuck didn't they leave evidence more compelling then half-assed megalithic structures and giant spiders that can only be seen from the air?
7. "Jesus Christ Superstar" is a disturbing musical and I love it.
6. Humans are freaking brilliant. We couldn't have evolved over the eons if we were dumb. Our ancestors built the fucking pyramids. Get over it.
5. Whitley Strieber scares me.
4. DOVE "Chocolate and Cherry Courtship" is my new official favorite ice cream.
3. No-cook noodles are a LIE. Carousel is a LIE. You don't have to die... you can live... LIVE!
2. Only 3 weeks of classes left, a couple of final exam periods, and then it's time to drink Mai Tais on the patio
1. After this ice cream I am going to need to work out for an hour tomorrow.
9. Easter happens the first Sunday after the first full moon after Vernal Equinox.
8. If alien astronauts were here 2,000 years ago, why the fuck didn't they leave evidence more compelling then half-assed megalithic structures and giant spiders that can only be seen from the air?
7. "Jesus Christ Superstar" is a disturbing musical and I love it.
6. Humans are freaking brilliant. We couldn't have evolved over the eons if we were dumb. Our ancestors built the fucking pyramids. Get over it.
5. Whitley Strieber scares me.
4. DOVE "Chocolate and Cherry Courtship" is my new official favorite ice cream.
3. No-cook noodles are a LIE. Carousel is a LIE. You don't have to die... you can live... LIVE!
2. Only 3 weeks of classes left, a couple of final exam periods, and then it's time to drink Mai Tais on the patio
1. After this ice cream I am going to need to work out for an hour tomorrow.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Resurfacing.
The lake is green today.
Now I'm remembering
how it makes me feel.
To connect
To feel the waves touching sky and earth.
Wind making energy making waves
traveling growing faster powerful
creating motion
creating sound against itself, rocks, sand, boats, swimmers, life.
Sun and water ions
Together again.
Wind keeping things real.
The lake is green today.
Now I'm remembering
how it makes me feel.
To connect
To feel the waves touching sky and earth.
Wind making energy making waves
traveling growing faster powerful
creating motion
creating sound against itself, rocks, sand, boats, swimmers, life.
Sun and water ions
Together again.
Wind keeping things real.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Vernal Equinox
Spring is imminent. In one hour and 15 minutes it will be nigh. Say helloo to the Faeries.
Finished all grading before the deadline. I strangled the grading I did.
Listening to Tori Amos. Yeah, I'm in one of those moods.
Finished all grading before the deadline. I strangled the grading I did.
Listening to Tori Amos. Yeah, I'm in one of those moods.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Scomin' Up
(like a flower...)
Spring is only a couple days away. It feels so good to say it! I've worn sandals this week. My toes look up to the sun and yelp for joy. Soon my skin will no longer be translucent white! I will not look like a derned vampyr what with my jagged eye teeth and my see-through skin and clammy-cold texture.
I have started to think about where else I'd like to live, if I do have to go elsewhere for a job. San Diego keeps coming to mind #1. It just keeps coming up in conversation and in random places, and it's been in my head for awhile. Boston is cool but very expensive. It's the only place I would consider living in the Northeast at this point.
In any case, if I need to go, I am going to a place with a shoreline. As in with an ocean, not some namby-pamby fresh water slime-bottomed lake. [Addendum: What is with you, lakes? You think you're so cool with your wineries and your chataus-on-the-you and your rowing teams splashing around. Really. You are SLIMY. That truth cannot be dismissed, ignored or excused. You have no oysters, no shrimp, no dolphins. You are NOT an ocean and therefore you are less-than. There. I said it.]
Also, I had to yell at my students yesterday. Not all of them deserved it but then again it's always good to answer the question "why do I write." It's a reminder of what part of you enjoys the torture. And I told those who couldn't answer the question with anything more than "it's cool, I'll get laid, maybe I can move to Hollywood" they probably are in the wrong business.
Then I went out drinking afterwards. Met SMJ and Kyle after picking up Bizarro (who actually WENT OUT on a week night). It was great craic as the Irish say.
Spring is only a couple days away. It feels so good to say it! I've worn sandals this week. My toes look up to the sun and yelp for joy. Soon my skin will no longer be translucent white! I will not look like a derned vampyr what with my jagged eye teeth and my see-through skin and clammy-cold texture.
I have started to think about where else I'd like to live, if I do have to go elsewhere for a job. San Diego keeps coming to mind #1. It just keeps coming up in conversation and in random places, and it's been in my head for awhile. Boston is cool but very expensive. It's the only place I would consider living in the Northeast at this point.
In any case, if I need to go, I am going to a place with a shoreline. As in with an ocean, not some namby-pamby fresh water slime-bottomed lake. [Addendum: What is with you, lakes? You think you're so cool with your wineries and your chataus-on-the-you and your rowing teams splashing around. Really. You are SLIMY. That truth cannot be dismissed, ignored or excused. You have no oysters, no shrimp, no dolphins. You are NOT an ocean and therefore you are less-than. There. I said it.]
Also, I had to yell at my students yesterday. Not all of them deserved it but then again it's always good to answer the question "why do I write." It's a reminder of what part of you enjoys the torture. And I told those who couldn't answer the question with anything more than "it's cool, I'll get laid, maybe I can move to Hollywood" they probably are in the wrong business.
Then I went out drinking afterwards. Met SMJ and Kyle after picking up Bizarro (who actually WENT OUT on a week night). It was great craic as the Irish say.
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Busy Bee
Bzzz bzzzz bzzzz... the sound you'd have heard me make over the last week. Coming back from our glorious anniversary weekend, I wasn't feel very well, but by the end of the week was back to my usual standard. I think it was just withdrawal from only 2 days of vacation!
This past Saturday was an important day for me. I presented at a conference for which I had also been a judge for a scriptwriting conference. The day's events and the people I met were inspirational to me as a writer and as a teacher. To preserve what anonymity I have on this here blog, I can't say much more, other than I am so energized to pursue my writing career.
Which is a damned good thing because yesterday I was told by both departments I've been associated with at the Other School on the Hill that I am not needed in the fall (or likely would not be). Of course these things can and often do change, in my experience. But the interesting thing was this: I was disappointed for about a minute, then I had a definite sense of the ground being cleared. It wasn't upsetting in the least. I truly believe this is an opportunity for me to do some freelance writing and focus on that area of my career. I have a part time job at the chorch (that's church with an Oirish accent), and I have a kick-ass summer teaching job lined up that will pay handsomely, so I don't have to freak out about money. I can focus on what is important.
Speaking of which, I have all day today to do just that, aside from a chiropractor's appointment this morning. The new orthotics are freaking amazing, BTW. I am going to need to find some kind of dance shoe for my bellydance class so I can wear the orthotics when I dance. Last night my feet hurt as usual after dancing in stocking feet.
And can I just tell you how lovely and warm it is this morning? I have the patio and bedroom windows open to let in the 60 degree fresh air (which will soon turn to thunderstorms and then fall below freezing again tonight). Spring in Central NY - it comes slowly and with fits and starts, but it does come, finally. I am looking forward to seeing the forsythia bush outside the patio in bloom!
This past Saturday was an important day for me. I presented at a conference for which I had also been a judge for a scriptwriting conference. The day's events and the people I met were inspirational to me as a writer and as a teacher. To preserve what anonymity I have on this here blog, I can't say much more, other than I am so energized to pursue my writing career.
Which is a damned good thing because yesterday I was told by both departments I've been associated with at the Other School on the Hill that I am not needed in the fall (or likely would not be). Of course these things can and often do change, in my experience. But the interesting thing was this: I was disappointed for about a minute, then I had a definite sense of the ground being cleared. It wasn't upsetting in the least. I truly believe this is an opportunity for me to do some freelance writing and focus on that area of my career. I have a part time job at the chorch (that's church with an Oirish accent), and I have a kick-ass summer teaching job lined up that will pay handsomely, so I don't have to freak out about money. I can focus on what is important.
Speaking of which, I have all day today to do just that, aside from a chiropractor's appointment this morning. The new orthotics are freaking amazing, BTW. I am going to need to find some kind of dance shoe for my bellydance class so I can wear the orthotics when I dance. Last night my feet hurt as usual after dancing in stocking feet.
And can I just tell you how lovely and warm it is this morning? I have the patio and bedroom windows open to let in the 60 degree fresh air (which will soon turn to thunderstorms and then fall below freezing again tonight). Spring in Central NY - it comes slowly and with fits and starts, but it does come, finally. I am looking forward to seeing the forsythia bush outside the patio in bloom!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
I made it thruuuuuuu the rain...
I kept myself together...
Barry Manilow said it best, I'm afraid.
My observation class went pretty well, I think. I didn't tank, at least. The observers were very gracious and relaxed, which helped put me at ease. But I was still pretty ramped up with adrenaline and was maybe a bit over the top. Still, with the crummy gray rainy day, the students were low energy, so my antics were probably a good thing. Anyway, we'll see what the fallout is.
Now that the mid-semester crunch is over, I can take a breath and get ready for the weekend. I'm doing laundry now, which is way overdue, and then I think for the rest of tonight I'll work on a story I've been piecing together. I don't want to say more about it until I get some response from a small publisher I've already contacted. I'm sure they'll want me to go through an agent, but I'm hoping that I can at least hook their interest and then can find an agent who will want to represent me, given the spark of interest. We'll see... it's a bit ballsy, but what've I got to lose? Nuthin.
By the way, I know spring is in the air despite the dismal weather - the birds are singing and that makes my heart sing, too.
Barry Manilow said it best, I'm afraid.
My observation class went pretty well, I think. I didn't tank, at least. The observers were very gracious and relaxed, which helped put me at ease. But I was still pretty ramped up with adrenaline and was maybe a bit over the top. Still, with the crummy gray rainy day, the students were low energy, so my antics were probably a good thing. Anyway, we'll see what the fallout is.
Now that the mid-semester crunch is over, I can take a breath and get ready for the weekend. I'm doing laundry now, which is way overdue, and then I think for the rest of tonight I'll work on a story I've been piecing together. I don't want to say more about it until I get some response from a small publisher I've already contacted. I'm sure they'll want me to go through an agent, but I'm hoping that I can at least hook their interest and then can find an agent who will want to represent me, given the spark of interest. We'll see... it's a bit ballsy, but what've I got to lose? Nuthin.
By the way, I know spring is in the air despite the dismal weather - the birds are singing and that makes my heart sing, too.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Spring has Sprung
Welcome to the 2nd day of spring. It is appropriately spring-like here. There is the constant sound of running water due to the veritable river that runs through it - "it" being the middle of this apartment complex - thanks to the nimrods who screwed up the drainage system here about 10 years ago. It sounds like a babbling brook is right outside the patio. Apparently these roofs used to be flat, until some idgit property manager decided to put up pitched roofs but neglected to install gutters and proper drainage.
So, spring is here and I'm waiting for the last of the snow to melt on my patio so I can clean it up and get ready for grillin' season. Bizarro will be able to grill all the red meat his heart desires outside (I don't allow it inside because the entire apartment smells like dead cow, and it literally makes me nauseated. Must've been a Hindu in a past life.).
Tomorrow is our second wedding anniversary. As I've already repeatedly noted, I cannot wait to hit the jacuzzi in our B&B tomorrow evening.
But before tomorrow I have things to accomplish, which I haven't felt like doing due to a nasty stomach bug. I think I'm over the worst of it, and today I'm taking it easy with mint tea and gentle foods.
I received some awful news from JEB the other night - a death in the family. I wired flowers to her mom (it was her husband who passed away unexpectedly) and have had them in my prayers constantly. This morning was the funeral - I wish I could've been there, but Boston is a bit of a leap and I had to teach this week. I wish I could be there to support JEB, who is notoriously strong for her entire family. From afar, I send her cyber hugs and lots of Green Tara mantras.
So, spring is here and I'm waiting for the last of the snow to melt on my patio so I can clean it up and get ready for grillin' season. Bizarro will be able to grill all the red meat his heart desires outside (I don't allow it inside because the entire apartment smells like dead cow, and it literally makes me nauseated. Must've been a Hindu in a past life.).
Tomorrow is our second wedding anniversary. As I've already repeatedly noted, I cannot wait to hit the jacuzzi in our B&B tomorrow evening.
But before tomorrow I have things to accomplish, which I haven't felt like doing due to a nasty stomach bug. I think I'm over the worst of it, and today I'm taking it easy with mint tea and gentle foods.
I received some awful news from JEB the other night - a death in the family. I wired flowers to her mom (it was her husband who passed away unexpectedly) and have had them in my prayers constantly. This morning was the funeral - I wish I could've been there, but Boston is a bit of a leap and I had to teach this week. I wish I could be there to support JEB, who is notoriously strong for her entire family. From afar, I send her cyber hugs and lots of Green Tara mantras.
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