Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly... All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise... blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these sunken eyes and learn to see all your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free

Thursday, July 29, 2004

* * * * * party for the fight to write * * * * *



break out the pointy hats and noisemakers folks (the ones that unfurl like lizard tongues or elephant trunks, please) because it is sock-rocking time. while you're reaching for the hats and horns, better grab a calendar/planner/palm pilot too, for here is a date to remember: Saturday August 7, 2004. read all about it HERE, and see you on the 7th. write on.

Wednesday, July 21, 2004

Last night Jen and I were in search of some air conditioning and since I saw a movie on Monday, am seeing one tonight and tomorrow, I opted for a change of pace last night. She was a good sport and we went to ½ price books out in St. Louis Park so I could pick up my book club book The Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Tool. Maria and I had gone to the Highland Park ½ price yesterday at noon, but they only had one copy, so she got it (it was less than $2!). Normally I don’t advocate for chain type booksellers, but in times of desperation (I have very little money and the book cost me less than what I owe in library fines currently) I can justify it.
I found the book for only six dollars and then spent a bit of time chatting with Jen and disturbing the other customers I’m sure. (I’m never quite sure about the protocol for book stores, is it exactly the same as libraries? Are we allowed to talk?) I’m usually quiet and respectful, but I guess the sudden coolness of the air conditioned surroundings brought out my chatty side. I picked up a couple of possible birthday gifts as well so all in all it was a successful outing.
When checking out the man who was selling me my books mentioned that he had heard that Will Ferrell was possibly making a movie based on the book but that it probably wouldn’t be out for a while. I mentioned to him that at the very least it won’t be out until after I finish the book. He said, yeah… probably. Then I said, well, club meets on Monday so I’m almost sure of it. He kind of chuckled and said good luck.
I told Jen that obviously he has no idea how determined I can be – besides the fact that I’m a single girl, who lives by herself and doesn’t own a t.v.
Jen chuckled and we drove to Crema Café to get some Sonny’s ice cream. I had a double scoop with merlot chocolate chip and sweet cream. Oh delicous.


Tuesday, July 13, 2004

San Francisco specifically, and the Bay Area in general, certainly have their appeal (especially next year if I have a friend there), however (and this is probably a wack reason) my brother and sister-in-law just moved from SF. I don’t want to give the impression—mostly to myself, but secondarily to others—of “following in my brother's footsteps.” I want to forge my own path, blaze my own trail, venture to cities where no other R-D child has dwelt before. While I concede that I would still give another thought to California for its dearth of rain and surfeit of sun, especially as compared to the attractive (though colder and wetter) northern metropoles (metropolises? metropoli?) of Portland and Seattle, there is something about Portland that inspires me to strike out into the unknown. San Fran and Seattle are somewhat lacking in this indiscernible quality-—I haven’t yet conjured a reason/definition for it--but there is an aspect of Portland (the city itself as well as the idea of it) that captivates me. I’ve been saying Portland for a year now (and hoping that it is calling my name as well). Just saying the word to myself, to anyone who will listen. By speaking it I hope it will someday become a reality, but I’m starting to think perhaps the reverse is true-—that by repeating the phrase it has lost its true meaning, becoming a mantra that allows me to make concessions on the real plans (taking the GRE, looking at grad schools, finding a more inspiring job) that could get me there. Besides which, I’ve only visited Portland once, for two days, so what do I really know? Anywhere along the Western shore would provide a valuable change of pace and a much-needed respite from -40 degree winter weather.

Tuesday, July 06, 2004

I'm one of those foolish souls who continues to use her work email for personal type things. Well because we had some spam problems we've had to institute a number of filters so that our entire day isn't spent looking through the preview pane at anonymous unclothed members. This has created a bit of a problem in my personal correspondence however, my email has taken to showing re:CONTENT whenever anyone swears in it. At first this was fun because some friends would try and see how many CONTENT markers it could get per message, but today the filters must have been turned up as it is simply blocking the offending emails. However, it seems Morgan had some spare time on her hands today and came up with some alternative spellings... to evade my filters.

-----Original Message-----
From: Morgan
Sent: Tuesday, July 06, 2004 3:18 PM
To: Christine
Subject: the new profanity -- work email friendly

shet sheet shiitty

fock feck fecker focker

beech betch botch
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creativity at its best people. give this woman a lemon - she'll make lemonaide.

Thursday, July 01, 2004

Just so I don't forget... memo to myself...

Oh I know I know. Its so difficult. I think I need to personally start taking more risks and not being such a weeny. Ask some people out. They're cute - why not? It doesn't mean I'd be stuck with the wrong person or in a relationship, it just means that I'd have a chance at a make out or a cuddle or something. I need to stop being such a freak about it though... cuz really that guy was so cute and I couldn't even say " hi, I need to get registered to vote, could you help me with that?" and now I don't need to get registered to vote... so I don't even have that anymore. Oh well. ps. I'm going to be sitting in the bar all by myself... well not entirely.. I'll send you the correspondence I had with steve-o about it. :) Yes, no getting hung up about boys... more having fun. That way we'll minimize the rejection and add some spontaneity to our lives.
And dude. How more pathetic can it get than me lying in bed at 7:30 in the morning imagining the voter registration guy with his arm around my waist while we stayed there trying to convince ourselves that we didn't have to go to work.