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consumerist
erin
gena/ deadly stealth frogs
gothamist
jim hill
kids in the hall lj
kithblog
matt k
mike t
nathan
post secret
rynn
sarah
sarah c
sean
tea rose
toby
tom
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elfquest
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masque of the red death
the perry bible fellowship
toothpaste for dinner
ultrajoebot
xkcd
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Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Am probably gonna go quiet for a bit, no worries, just need to be AFK for awhile.
xoxox
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:52 PM | shower me with attention
xoxox
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:52 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Tonight we're making pot roast, mashed cauliflower, peas, yorkshire pudding and (low-fat, in an ironic twist) banana pudding.
Tomorrow Weight Watchers. Again.
I'm gonna try doing Core this time, at least at first. There are two types of Weight Watchers plans; the more popular one is Flex, which is the one where you weigh and measure everything and count the "points" and can't exceed a certain amount of points per day, but can eat just about anything as long as it fits in your daily points allotment. (You also get 35 extra points a week to divvy up as needed/desired.)
Core is where you get a list of foods and that's all you can eat but you don't have to measure them. (I think there are some guidelines to this - I know, for example, you can only have 1 meal a day containing brown rice, whole-wheat pasta or potatoes. But there must be more rules - surely you can't just eat eggs and Canadian bacon all day until you feel full. So I gotta learn more about that.) Anyway, you still get the 35 extra points to eat whatever, too, which is weird but OK...
Bleh. I hate thinking about food. I'm gonna go think about celebrities.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:50 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:01 AM | shower me with attention
Tomorrow Weight Watchers. Again.
I'm gonna try doing Core this time, at least at first. There are two types of Weight Watchers plans; the more popular one is Flex, which is the one where you weigh and measure everything and count the "points" and can't exceed a certain amount of points per day, but can eat just about anything as long as it fits in your daily points allotment. (You also get 35 extra points a week to divvy up as needed/desired.)
Core is where you get a list of foods and that's all you can eat but you don't have to measure them. (I think there are some guidelines to this - I know, for example, you can only have 1 meal a day containing brown rice, whole-wheat pasta or potatoes. But there must be more rules - surely you can't just eat eggs and Canadian bacon all day until you feel full. So I gotta learn more about that.) Anyway, you still get the 35 extra points to eat whatever, too, which is weird but OK...
Bleh. I hate thinking about food. I'm gonna go think about celebrities.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:50 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:01 AM | shower me with attention
Saturday, February 21, 2009
My dad found a poem he'd written for me while on jury duty in 1991. It's like he knew some day I would grow up to trudge along in a dull job.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:33 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:33 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Every night this week, Gina and I have been watching DVDs of The Mary Tyler Moore Show. It's the first time I've seen this show. I love it. Especially the clothes. And Cloris Leachman, I can't get enough.
Tonight when we turned off the DVD to watch Lost, Data-Mom/Daniel-Mom's face was looming huge on the screen and I actually screamed really loudly because I was scared.
Then I was so tickled by the fact that I was scared by Fionnula Flanagan's face that I couldn't stop laughing about it, well into the beginning of the show.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:46 PM | shower me with attention
Tonight when we turned off the DVD to watch Lost, Data-Mom/Daniel-Mom's face was looming huge on the screen and I actually screamed really loudly because I was scared.
Then I was so tickled by the fact that I was scared by Fionnula Flanagan's face that I couldn't stop laughing about it, well into the beginning of the show.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:46 PM | shower me with attention
It's raining
It's pouring
The old man is snoring
He went to bed
and bumped his head
and couldn't get up in the morning.
Mother Goose
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:49 PM | shower me with attention
It's pouring
The old man is snoring
He went to bed
and bumped his head
and couldn't get up in the morning.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:49 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, February 16, 2009
OK, I guess I should blog a little better than that.
Every day is the same. I have no desire to do anything. I'm losing touch with my friends; the only reason I see anyone regularly is because I live with Gina, and because I go to work and some of my friends are also there.
When I think of things I want, all I can think of is staying in bed all day. Sometimes I do stay in bed all day - usually on Sundays. On Sundays I stay in bed so long that I get restless and can feel my body craving movement, but still I don't move. Those nights I have to take Benadryl to fall asleep. I love falling asleep. I find it difficult, even when I've not slept much the night before. I'm tired all day.
I can't breathe very well.
I have no drive, ambition, desire, or wishes beyond the barest physical needs - sleep, food, hydration, freedom from pain. Occasionally these are interspersed with more specific desires - the craving for yorkshire pudding, or missing the sight of trees. I rarely want any of these specific things strongly enough to actually go about getting them, and they soon pass.
This has been the case for such a long time that I can't remember what it's like not to be like this.
Aren't you glad I updated my blog?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:05 PM | shower me with attention
Every day is the same. I have no desire to do anything. I'm losing touch with my friends; the only reason I see anyone regularly is because I live with Gina, and because I go to work and some of my friends are also there.
When I think of things I want, all I can think of is staying in bed all day. Sometimes I do stay in bed all day - usually on Sundays. On Sundays I stay in bed so long that I get restless and can feel my body craving movement, but still I don't move. Those nights I have to take Benadryl to fall asleep. I love falling asleep. I find it difficult, even when I've not slept much the night before. I'm tired all day.
I can't breathe very well.
I have no drive, ambition, desire, or wishes beyond the barest physical needs - sleep, food, hydration, freedom from pain. Occasionally these are interspersed with more specific desires - the craving for yorkshire pudding, or missing the sight of trees. I rarely want any of these specific things strongly enough to actually go about getting them, and they soon pass.
This has been the case for such a long time that I can't remember what it's like not to be like this.
Aren't you glad I updated my blog?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:05 PM | shower me with attention
I'm just blogging so people remember to check my blog.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:03 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:03 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Aunt Barbara started a cooking blog that makes me drool. She made me and Andrew mods so we could post there, and Andrew writes some excellent, long, illustrated, detailed, and did I mention, hilarious recipes. They all come out looking (and tasting, so I'm told) delicious, but the way he gets from point A to point B is all his own.
Aunt Barbara's recipes are shorter and more to the point, with a definite over-the-pond twist, as she lives in London. I have excellent childhood memories of Aunt Barb's cooking. Please post the recipe for your kiwi ices.
As for myself, I rarely cook. I have a few dishes that I will make from time to time - ratatavie (ratatouille sans zucchini), Mint Manor salad, the Williamsburg gingerbread cookies - but I'm in no way a cook. Perhaps I'll post those recipes there, but I'll exhaust my arsenal quickly.
Do read the blog. Andrew's adventures in Mushroom-Glazed Chicken with Carmelized Onions is a highly entertaining read. And I'm dying to make Aunt Barb's Grown-Up Dark Chocolate Pudding.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:56 PM | shower me with attention
Click the image to read my friend Nathan's excellent essay on Shmalentine's Day. (Image also courtesy of Nathan.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:30 PM | shower me with attention
Aunt Barbara's recipes are shorter and more to the point, with a definite over-the-pond twist, as she lives in London. I have excellent childhood memories of Aunt Barb's cooking. Please post the recipe for your kiwi ices.
As for myself, I rarely cook. I have a few dishes that I will make from time to time - ratatavie (ratatouille sans zucchini), Mint Manor salad, the Williamsburg gingerbread cookies - but I'm in no way a cook. Perhaps I'll post those recipes there, but I'll exhaust my arsenal quickly.
Do read the blog. Andrew's adventures in Mushroom-Glazed Chicken with Carmelized Onions is a highly entertaining read. And I'm dying to make Aunt Barb's Grown-Up Dark Chocolate Pudding.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:56 PM | shower me with attention
Click the image to read my friend Nathan's excellent essay on Shmalentine's Day. (Image also courtesy of Nathan.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:30 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Staci got me currants for Valentine's Day. How did she know?!
I've been obsessed with the idea of jewelry that looks like ripe currants. I'd like to make some but I don't know how to make jewelry.
I found this and this - but I don't like the pearls and the silver wire. I'd want the red beads but the wire should be green and it should have some accents reminiscent of the green stems of currant clusters.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:08 AM | shower me with attention
I've been obsessed with the idea of jewelry that looks like ripe currants. I'd like to make some but I don't know how to make jewelry.
I found this and this - but I don't like the pearls and the silver wire. I'd want the red beads but the wire should be green and it should have some accents reminiscent of the green stems of currant clusters.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:08 AM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Trying to sleep, in the dark, computer closed (not for long) and trying to visualize some peaceful place and my mind keeps taking me to the woods. Want to go to the woods. Wish it was spring. Want Muir Woods with giant redwoods. Want Bear Mountain. Want Greenburgh Frickin Nature Center. Just give me some trees and sticks and rocks and stuff. Maybe a brook. Birdsong. Mulch. Fallen logs. Bushes. I was thinking about how I shuttle back and forth in metal tubes through cement tunnels and over cement streets back and forth every day. Wearing a rut in the cement, wearing holes in my rubber soles, picking around dirty ice patches on trashy sidewalks and that I can't think of any wild growing place anywhere close to me, anywhere I could get to easily on my own. Parks don't count. Parks are full of children and skateboarders and dogshit. I want a quiet place with trees and rocks.
So I can't sleep for any good, logical reason. I can't sleep because I'm all out of nowhere a claustrophobic city rat. Which is very much my nature so why would I suddenly mind?
I'm like that guy in the Ray Bradbury story that I was telling Gina about yesterday. The guy who suddenly becomes aware of-- and disgusted by -- his own skeleton.
His teeth began to chatter. God All-Mighty! he thought, why haven't I realized it all these years? All these years I've gone around with a-- SKELETON-- inside me! How is it we take ourselves for granted? How is it we never question our bodies and our being?
A skeleton. One of those jointed, snowy, hard things, one of those foul, dry, brittle, gouge-eyed, skull-faced, shake-fingered, rattling things that sway from neck-chains in abandoned webbed closets, one of those things found on the desert all long and scattered like dice!
... Now, now, man, control yourself. This is a revelation, take it for what it's worth, understand it, savor it. BUT A SKELETON! screamed his subconscious. I won't stand for it. It's vulgar, it's terrible, it's frightening. Skeletons are horrors; they clink and tink and rattle in old castles, hung from oaken beams, making long, indolently rustling pendulums on the wind...
Ray Bradbury, Skeleton
So you see, I'm losing my mind, longing for trees and thinking about old stories I haven't read since I was 14.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:23 AM | shower me with attention
So I can't sleep for any good, logical reason. I can't sleep because I'm all out of nowhere a claustrophobic city rat. Which is very much my nature so why would I suddenly mind?
I'm like that guy in the Ray Bradbury story that I was telling Gina about yesterday. The guy who suddenly becomes aware of-- and disgusted by -- his own skeleton.
His teeth began to chatter. God All-Mighty! he thought, why haven't I realized it all these years? All these years I've gone around with a-- SKELETON-- inside me! How is it we take ourselves for granted? How is it we never question our bodies and our being?
A skeleton. One of those jointed, snowy, hard things, one of those foul, dry, brittle, gouge-eyed, skull-faced, shake-fingered, rattling things that sway from neck-chains in abandoned webbed closets, one of those things found on the desert all long and scattered like dice!
... Now, now, man, control yourself. This is a revelation, take it for what it's worth, understand it, savor it. BUT A SKELETON! screamed his subconscious. I won't stand for it. It's vulgar, it's terrible, it's frightening. Skeletons are horrors; they clink and tink and rattle in old castles, hung from oaken beams, making long, indolently rustling pendulums on the wind...
So you see, I'm losing my mind, longing for trees and thinking about old stories I haven't read since I was 14.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:23 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, February 09, 2009
I watched Star Trek: Generations last night for the first time in several years, and the first time since having seen the Star Trek movies with the "old" ("classic"/"original recipe") cast.
Things bothered me this time around that I'd managed to overlook the other times I'd seen it. I can't stop thinking about it. Perhaps I'm more bothered by lazy writing than I was as a teenager.
I don't know who to talk to about these things, so I'm going to talk about it here.
Fatal Flaw # 1: Why does everyone insist that Data pushing Beverly into the ocean is unfunny? I'd dismissed this in the past as just sort of far-fetched (clearly, it was the funniest possible action he could've taken at that moment, even funnier than dunking Worf) but everyone acts like he's suggested exhuming the corpse of her dead husband and initiating a violent Klingon mating ritual on his dusty remains. Really?
It bothered me this time because Data's failure to realize the un-funniness of the prank was the catalyst for his having Geordi install the emotion chip. It's a pretty significant plot point for Data, and it's predicated on the flimsiest of excuses. Data's prank was funny. Any dolt could see it.
Fatal Flaw # 2: If the settings and situations in the Nexus aren't real (as confimed by Shatner saying, "This isn't real, is it? None of it is real"), and if the blowing up of the star/planet/Enterprise has already happened, how can traveling back through time in the Nexus to a fake version of Veridian-3 possibly have any impact on the outcome? How can you use a fake version of reality to change actual reality?
The star was already blown up. If going back to fake-Idaho isn't going to repair Kirk's relationship with Antonia, then going back to fake-Veridian-3 isn't going to prevent Malcolm McDowell from blowing up the sun. I don't get why that's an exception.
Fatal Flaw # 3: If Guinan is just an echo of herself left behind in the Nexus, how can she effect change (i.e., how can she take Picard back to fake-Idaho to hook up with Kirk?) How can she even have a conversation? What, in fact, IS an "echo of herself"? It's clearly something sentient and able to communicate and drag people around in Nexus-world.
Argh. I hate that this movie turns out to suck, because I actually do enjoy this movie.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:31 PM | shower me with attention
Things bothered me this time around that I'd managed to overlook the other times I'd seen it. I can't stop thinking about it. Perhaps I'm more bothered by lazy writing than I was as a teenager.
I don't know who to talk to about these things, so I'm going to talk about it here.
Fatal Flaw # 1: Why does everyone insist that Data pushing Beverly into the ocean is unfunny? I'd dismissed this in the past as just sort of far-fetched (clearly, it was the funniest possible action he could've taken at that moment, even funnier than dunking Worf) but everyone acts like he's suggested exhuming the corpse of her dead husband and initiating a violent Klingon mating ritual on his dusty remains. Really?
It bothered me this time because Data's failure to realize the un-funniness of the prank was the catalyst for his having Geordi install the emotion chip. It's a pretty significant plot point for Data, and it's predicated on the flimsiest of excuses. Data's prank was funny. Any dolt could see it.
Fatal Flaw # 2: If the settings and situations in the Nexus aren't real (as confimed by Shatner saying, "This isn't real, is it? None of it is real"), and if the blowing up of the star/planet/Enterprise has already happened, how can traveling back through time in the Nexus to a fake version of Veridian-3 possibly have any impact on the outcome? How can you use a fake version of reality to change actual reality?
The star was already blown up. If going back to fake-Idaho isn't going to repair Kirk's relationship with Antonia, then going back to fake-Veridian-3 isn't going to prevent Malcolm McDowell from blowing up the sun. I don't get why that's an exception.
Fatal Flaw # 3: If Guinan is just an echo of herself left behind in the Nexus, how can she effect change (i.e., how can she take Picard back to fake-Idaho to hook up with Kirk?) How can she even have a conversation? What, in fact, IS an "echo of herself"? It's clearly something sentient and able to communicate and drag people around in Nexus-world.
Argh. I hate that this movie turns out to suck, because I actually do enjoy this movie.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:31 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, February 08, 2009
I'm feeling nostalgiac and have uploaded a mess of old photos I found on my website to Flickr. They're mostly from various points over the past decade or so. (Not the baby one, obv.)
This photo is from my last trip to Sweden in 2003. It was my second time fishing and my second time catching a fish. Not too shabby. Look how proud I am.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:28 AM | shower me with attention
This photo is from my last trip to Sweden in 2003. It was my second time fishing and my second time catching a fish. Not too shabby. Look how proud I am.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:28 AM | shower me with attention
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Happy birthday erin!!!
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Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:43 AM | shower me with attention
Friday, February 06, 2009
Don’t worry ma’am - I’m from the Internet
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Tuesday, February 03, 2009
I just finished reading the saddest, bleakest book I've ever read.
It's a quick read and I do recommend it, but be warned. It will tear your heart out.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:48 PM | shower me with attention
It's a quick read and I do recommend it, but be warned. It will tear your heart out.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:48 PM | shower me with attention
This is my 5,521st post on this blog. Can you believe it? Just shy of 8 years old, this thing is.
I crave pickletinis.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:17 PM | shower me with attention
I crave pickletinis.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:17 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, February 01, 2009
