February 2012
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Somewhat Agree...
I took Quantitative Analysis as my research method in grad school. Not because I’m particularly adept at figuring out a standard deviation, but because it seemed like a more trustworthy method than its swirly-skirt sister, Qualitative. (I know. I’m a horrible affront to research. Keep in mind this was San Francisco, so… Swirly.)
In such data-collecting method, there’s a...
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“I’ve never wanted to look like models on the cover of magazines. I...”
– Adele. Here, because it should be everywhere.
Last night I was half-watching Alcatraz — for LOST and San Francisco nostalgia, mostly — and you have to look no further than the casting for evidence that the gross Jonah Hill dichotomy is still in effect. That is to say, if the genders...
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Doing the Wave...
I remember when my mom turned 29, which is baffling to me at almost 34. My mom, younger than me, and already had a kid old enough to question a questionably adult birthday card (or as double entendresque as Hallmark will allow.) I suppose that’s why I can still hear her say, “It’s a good thing you’re cute.”
I was talking about good mom advice today on the radio, and...
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180 Days...
It’s hard to figure out how long 180 days is, how it feels. It seems like time goes so fast, but if you try and get a fix on it and think back, last August seems like forever ago. But when you’re in charge of your destiny, living and doing where and what you want, it slips by. A day becomes a week becomes a season.
How does time alter when you’re not?
I have no idea. And so,...
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WatchThis is what I do all day. The highlights from my time with AFN (relevant today I suppose because I interview a former Super Bowl winner in it.) There’s TV, radio, and other products, including a Suze Orman…homage.
It’s ten minutes, so if you’re not my mom, I understand.
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...and Found
I do not lose things. Ever. Few things on this planet send me into the red faster than having to spend perfectly good time searching for things. To buoy this need, I have developed elaborate placement and protocol strategies for all items. If you see me shaking my right arm like I have a tick 17 times a day, it’s because my phone lives in my right uniform shoulder pocket. A tiny shake makes...
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Put Another Dime in the Jukebox...
Apparently U2 almost called The Joshua Tree, “The Two Americas.” Does Son of a Mill Worker Edwards know about this?
And so goes Book #3, an excellent compilation of highly useful music anecdotes and trivia written by a fellow Oregonian. Okay, I suppose it’s highly useful if you talk about music for a living, but it’s entertaining nonetheless. I read it in one bus ride...
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January 2012
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Sprechen Sie Bieber...
Usually magic takes my radio show from a studio to Spain, Greece, England, Norway, Italy, and Germany. This weekend, a bus did.
It takes a lot of buttons to play the Bieber.
We packed a couple of traveling circus boxes of gear to the Edelweiss Lodge and Resort and set up two days of shows.
It’s a little odd doing that which you usually do alone, in public. All of a sudden people can...
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Nothing to See Here...
I thought for a moment I had “outgrown” blogging. I have toyed with the notion of the purpose it fills in my life before, and more lately it’s seemed like everything there is to say, either goes somewhere else (out loud to a continent four hours a day) can’t/isn’t my style to talk about (work/relationships) or it’s been posted (or isn’t spectacularly in...
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"Present."
Speaking of parties, despite being retired from the circus, I registered. I mean, if you want to retain all your Supercilious Merit Badges, you have to be registered.
And so, the oval that’s been #2ed in since 1996, is no longer. I know. And I KNOW.
Well friends, if you’re going to spend all your time trying to out-swagger, out-Carhartt, out-church, and out-pander to the crazies, I...
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Party System...
He: I think I'm going to run for office based on my success playing City of Wonder. A whole thriving metropolis, with services and a surplus, that I created.
Me: You'd probably win.
He: Will you play it with me?
Me: I'm sorry, I don't accept third-party apps.
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“It is somewhat trying to pass a season of enjoyment in the company of persons...”
– “I don’t want lessons, I want practice…a bad or indifferent teacher is worse than none.”
“I say fearlessly that the Michaelangelo is hideous and badly drawn. I wouldn’t give a tuppence for it, except as a curiosity.”
The Tale of Beatrix Potter*, Margaret...
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Groucho Manx...
I am a keen animal behavioralist. Born to a background of animal husbandry, it stands to reason that I would be able to crack the mystery: What. Is Wrong. With Cats?
The answer? It’s the Theory of Groucho. You want to make sure a cat will never touch, use, acknowledge the existence of something? Make sure it’s MEANT for them. “Look, a lovely fluffy cat bed right by the balcony...
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“All the photos of me being foolish and embarrassing myself are on glossy paper...”
– Winners Wear Yellow.
YES and. I maintain I was born at the precisely right moment in technology. I entered 1st grade the same year the library got its new Apple IIe. “Computer time” was spent waiting for the light by the disk drive to go off. “Don’t touch it while the light...
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Unjust Rule... →
“She’s going to be Queen AND she gets a puppy?!”
“I’ll tell you what — when you’re Queen, you can have a puppy too.”
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The Wheels on the Bike...
Oh see, you know how supposedly what goes around comes around? It’s like a bike wheel and a philsophy, both? It may be true.
On my bike commute in to work, there was pointing and laughing at the car stuck in traffic.
On the way home, there was a metal shard in my front tire and a wait for rescue from the same laughed at car.
Front tire says womp womp. I know what you’re saying....
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Year: Two
In unrelated events, I got my Army Glamour Shot* taken today and I realized it’s my second anniversary of signing up.
Two years ago.
It seems like forever in as much as how my life has changed (surely decades would be needed to house all of it?) and like it’s gone so quickly. Part of me wants to name this photo “Crazy Aunt Zoë Was In the Army Once,” just in case the...
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The Full Grisham...
Judging others is easy. The distance of perspective makes it instinctual. You can spot mistakes and missteps instantly by standing back, like looking at a crooked picture.
Turning that scrutiny on yourself is impossible. You can see the same deeds, but it’s somehow reflected back to you all backwards and funhouse. Is it good or not? Do I like it irrationality, or hate it unfairly?
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Measured Response...
He: So if the plastic ones are for dry ingredients and the glass ones are for liquid, what are the ceramic ones for?
Me: Decoration.