Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Can you imagine? Thousands of them clambering over the earth? You could easily mechanize the building process...
And if they gave the widget little geckel feet? Mmm hmmm....
Folks, the people making these things make me so proud and so scared. I wish I could work for them - I seriously do. Because they're only revealing one layer of their onion - I promise you that.
Of course, you have to see the hilarious mockery made of Big Dog - I spewed my coffee.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
So I thought we'd all take a nice nap. Yeah...well...my stepdaughter appears to have moved cross country without bothering to take note of the mover's phone number nor that of her new apartment. Yesterday it was the electric company in Atlanta because she didn't request a shut off. WTF?! I am a wee bit tetch-y today but...how in the HELL do you MOVE and not have a fucking LIST of important phone numbers and a checklist of all the things you have to get done and have them all DONE?!
Oh, seems she PACKED all the information. In the middle of the truck. Somewhere.
I adore her but...this has become the most ineptly managed piece of shit ever. EVER. And I am pretty much giving up at this point. No more referrals, no more asking my execs if they know Denver execs. Nope, done. Because I just can't take on her lack of preparation anymore.
Oh - and let me note that she is moving into an apartment that has some of the worst online reviews ever. Oh, it's near a yuppified park and in-town, etc. But it has no central air. You get a unit in the living room. HA! And parking but even if it's your spot it is not enforced. No closets...I mean, it's a complete rip-off as far as I can tell. But what can you do?
So I shall do the only thing I can - make appropriate noises on the phone when she calls and let her sink or swim on her own. I don't like to be that way but I have done more than most already. I think it's time to walk away.
For now, I promised myself I'd get my office figured out since I've some peace and quiet. The damned dog can kennel for awhile longer. A few hours and I might at least have it sorted out a bit! Damn it, I feel like crap. And I needed that nap...my poor husband...
Saturday, April 26, 2008
So I have the item in hand and purchased the handy proper socket for same and may tackle that in the morning. I can drive his truck for now tho, in truth, it isn't terribly harmful to drive mine as is. Maybe I can get our pal Les to help out.
I ADORE Les...he runs a towing service and is the consummate gentleman of the road. He takes his work seriously, has made an ingenious air bag system for lifting vehicles (out of parts and things rather than paying the $50k or whatever for the "system" from a manufacturer), and has the COOLEST trucks. He just bought a huge one that will tow damned near anything. LOVE IT.
Anyway, I suspect I can get his aid to pull the part - the sloping driveway here makes it rather hazardous to jack the truck up.
The storm rolled through here last night like a freight train. It was lovely, I must admit, what with the stroboscopic lightning and the giant tower just off to the north. I suspect many people had an awful time of it. We merely had lashing wind and rain.
We spent a FANTASTIC time in Houston last week, visiting the MFAH exhibit, "Pompeii". If you've any interest in antiquities this is a must see. Of course, we were both very excited by the set of gladiatorial armor but the jewelry...that was just astounding. The workmanship was as good if not more detailed than anything at Tiffany's. Go look at the images on the site. There was a silver cup covered in olives that was supremely decorated with the smallest borders.
The crater reminded me very much of the one that Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema used in so many of his paintings. And the frescos...there was one that was so lovely but you could not take photos so I can hardly even tell you of its detail and beauty. They would use perspective so well, creating these views as though in a temple open to the sky. Maddeningly lovely.
So that's about it. Time to find something to eat - soup, I think, for this nasty throat of mine - and then the park for dear Ranger who has been so patient this morning.
Quiet...such a lovely, quiet morning...
Friday, April 25, 2008
Yes, yes - he will cart my beloved stepdaughter across country from Atlanta to Denver in her moving van, her vehicle in tow behind. And to answer the question in all your minds - yes, he must love the living hell outta me.
So I sent him off today to the TSA Hell wherein his nice bottle of water was confiscated though unopened (I forgot about the rule). Yeah, I know - you're thinking that as a Trooper he could have pulled rank or something but he didn't. Doesn't, really, ever. Anyway, he has arrived and I suspect he has found things Not Quite Done.
I had my suspicions that she was doing more Farewell Party-ing than packing these last few months. We all know that moving is a bitch, sure, but when you know for 6 months? Well, at any rate, her "friends" (did any show?) haven't gotten it all loaded on the van yet. Bless that man of mine, he didn't even curse. Not once. They'll continue working and he'll sleep on her floor tonight.
Personally, I am entirely disappointed in what she has and has not done so far. But as he says - you can give kids the toolbox and tools - what they make with it is all their own. Still, I cannot help but recall that I never relocated without a job, never needed a cosigner on anything and...well...anyway, it's just been one stressful hurdle after another for us both.
And here's the thing: she's NOT a bad kid! She's NOT irresponsible or a druggie or a user of people. So how she went from stable to grasping for help I don't know. All I know is that I married the sweetest man in the world and he is doing for her a tremendous thing. He is giving her time to sleep, a safe passage, and a gentle landing in her new life.
Yeah, I owe him.
SO...a weekend alone. And what have we done? Lined up the series of Sex and The City episodes and already dined on chicken soup (yup - terribly sore throat just in time for my weekend of single-ness). Up next is a divine little dessert composed of the leftover ganache from a friend's birthday cake and the whipped cream from same. It will grace the lovely low calorie ice cream sandwich in the freezer and see me through the first episode. I cannot WAIT.
Of course, there is the dog...a lot of park time and a visit to his best pal will, hopefully, have him quite tuckered out.
But I sure do miss that man of mine. I think I'll put new sheets on the bed and snuggle in early with a book - something I so rarely do anymore. And call him before I go to sleep to hear his sleepy goodnight. What a gentleman...truly.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Ah, yes - the birthday girl...she was about 33 years old in this photo, entirely in love, and likely as happy as she ever was. For, she met Denys this year. And next...she'd be back to Denmark for 18 months.
This morning - after a very stormy night - the sun rose through clouds and had the most lovely watery golden shade. It came over my shoulder, surprising me with its glow. And I could not help but wonder if she'd met such dawn light herself on this day so many years ago.
How I wish I could go there and see it for myself. Skål, sweet Baroness.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
I try to remember those days but to be honest it's all a blur, now. The months flew by - after he left and I remained home for all those months...and the move...and his own 6 months as Trainee...it's almost baffling how quickly it has all gone by.
We spoke today about the future and where we might live. About what home business we could manage to keep the cash rolling in even after retirement. I know, he says, "what retirement?". Of course, if Ranger-dom calls, all plans are out the window as one never knows where an opening might be. You would be amazed at how many trailers and RVs are rented and planted on an acre of friendly farmer land in the middle of nowhere. Because for a year you can tolerate almost anything. So they say, anyway. I am glad we didn't have to find out.
But I've told him - we can get some land out west, certainly, and build a small cinderblock hacienda. Have some comfy chairs outside to watch the stars. Certainly. But perhaps a bit of land nearer the new track and the range...promising, too.
You see, Texas makes it damned hard to pick! You literally have every environment possible in one state and he can effectively transfer to any part of it. Spoiled for choice, isn't that how it goes? But then...I don't know about an even smaller town...already I have to be careful in my attire at the grocery. Because they know who you are. And they will talk. Oh, I don't give a damn, really, but I also don't want to impact his work and career. I am sort of old fashioned that way - I think supporting your husband and his work is a very large part of a happy marriage.
In a smaller town I worry that I couldn't even walk him to his patrol car in my flannel PJs. Of course, I could pull out all the stops and be the local "nutter".
Small town life...right now, our town is literally seething with discussion about should they or should they not put artificial turf on the high school field. Yup. We believe in football here. We believe HARD. Now, I've not a dog in the fight, really. No kids so...does it matter? But I DO see that the roads to the schools are utter crap, that there are still trailers for some, and who knows about the other details of education. I have to think that $1M could be spent on something...else? And we all know that playing on grass is far superior. C`mon. It's a simple fact. No argument.
I almost inserted an unkind cheerleader joke in there and then thought better of it. No...again, small town. And they do not deserve it - there is none of that "hootchey cootchey" dancing going on here. How I hated that in Atlanta!! My God! Even the little junior squad girls were writhing like they were dancing with a pole! No, nothing like that so...we'll shove my inner punk back and let her stew awhile.
Ah, yes. I was a punk. You'd better believe it. Were we all represented in The Breakfast Club? Not exactly. I was a little bit of both Bender and Reynolds...later in life I even had the old WWII Army Officer's winter overcoat. Oh, that was a find...too bad it left with an ex long ago. I loved that damn coat.
Anyway, all that to say that from there to here - a heartbeat. And a lifetime. Who knew it would go so fast?
A superb bit of writing. I have so little more to say. It is said best and laid out perfectly here. Bless her.
She is writing about this piece of indecent, disgusting, self-congratulatory bullshit.
And she's right. Decency is fading away. Of course, here in the hinterlands a man still doffs his hat and holds a door. Yes, indeed. But I can only imagine the ways of the cities...one cannot help but wish they'd fall a bit so that they could see how close they are to being meaningless.
She offers a quote right off that I'd not heard before but which could be placed on my grave and it'd be all I'd want said of me.
"Duty is the sublimest word in our language. Do your duty in all things. You
cannot do more; you should never wish to do less." -Robert E. Lee
That I always tried to do my duty...my blessings on all who serve so that I need not.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
It reminds me that once my mind was held captive by topology. Remember that I am mathematically crippled. However, I can easily render in my mind the concepts relating to the subject. The Mobius strip makes perfect sense. String theory, too, was relatively (heh heh) simple on its face. But then...life interceded and now I can hardly remember a thing about it all.
So I am impressed with that frenetic mind. And his bottles, yes. LOL Now, can Christina knit this? (Of course, it's tempting to learn to knit just to make the DNA scarf...)
Monday, April 14, 2008
Which, of course, leads plainly to why that sort of horseshit has any legs at all. Because...
"A democracy cannot exist as a permanent form of government. It can only exist until the voters discover that they can vote themselves largesse from the public treasury. From that moment on, the majority always votes for the candidates promising the most benefits from the public treasury with the result that a democracy always collapses over loose fiscal policy, always followed by a dictatorship. The average age of the world's greatest civilizations has been 200 years. ".
Perhaps someday we'll figure it out and just stop it. I don't pretend to have an alternative, no. I just know what is right - as we all do, in our hearts. Just that the alternative is so frightening that we dare not look it in the face. But surely with the current Horsemen of the Apocalypse to choose from we can see the truth of it...
Fabrizio Quattrocchi, Italian Hero, May 9, 1968-April 14, 2004
An archaic type of man who, in his last moments, did what I think we all hope we could do. For me, his blood in that sand flowers over and over. Forever.
"The Way of the Samurai is one of immediacy, and it is best to dash in headlong."
- Yamamoto Tsunetomo
Sunday, April 13, 2008
You can see the carpet of blooms which were just a lustrous almost cherry trees in Japan pink. Again, the digital doesn't do it justice nor did the light that I missed by perhaps 10 minutes.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
I rounded up the beast and we headed off to the Georgetown Bark Park so he could gossip with his pals. Turned out my sister was headed there, too. Of course we had to chat through the fence like convicts since her tiny dog would have been trampled on our side with the big galoots. Ranger had his way with them all and eventually just stayed near my ankles, a sure clue that he was too pooped to play.
The toll road ran through the most glorious patches of deep, thick, green grass spotted and in some places buried in that delightful pink tint from the wildflowers. The bluebonnets are fading already if you can believe it. Ah - here. Let me share this wee snippet. See? Our seeds made the healthiest patch of bluebonnets I've ever seen. And you can see the sweet peas in their gorgeous pink, lilac and red shades. There's even a watermelon color on the other plant. LOVE THEM. Anyway, he refused to pose nicely for this shot and I figured the odds of getting him to behave in a field by a highway were slim so...perhaps we can go together next week with his Fahthah. Before they're all gone...
So anyway, home we went - he to his crate and I to my elliptical. I delight in that time wherein I allow myself only the very trashiest of TV. Yesss, gentle readers. The Tivo in the gym is set to capture the antics of those Krazy Kardashians, the old Extreme Makeover shows, as well as the odd yoga and workout program. Trooper has his own favorites, too. And then a shower and off to meet Trooper for lunch. Again, we were very careful with our selections. Then to the local jewelry shop to get his nice watch fixed - new battery - for wearing to Honor Guard duties. There, I saw the cutest little dress watch - all marcasite and filigree band. And the ladies wisely asked about anniversary dates and set out a couple appropriate amethyst rings. I loved one but, in truth, I am rough on my hands. I tend to bash rings about - which is one reason I've no "engagement" ring. I don't like protruding things so perhaps after ten years he can get one of those anniversary rings where the diamonds are inset, instead.
And then he was off again while I headed for home to set the beast free. He's been tired lately and a bit off his food. Not badly so but enough to notice. I suspect it's just another growth spurt or something.
I tossed a pig ear at him to buy this time. I've a stack of catalogues and magazines to read still and I hope he'll stay quiet for that, too. And with any luck at all I'll manage a movie tonight. I wish I'd hooked up the laser disc player - all the really girly stuff is on there. As is Aliens with that delectable Michael Biehn.
Mmm...Mmmm...Yeah. I think Trooper will look something like as try-outs loom. It's strange how I have all sorts of lyrical language and teasing thoughts when I am AWAY from the blog and think, "Ah, perfect to post..." only to find it all wandered off when I am sitting here.
But I will say this - that if Angelina and Brad DON'T make a movie of Thieves World then there is no one who could do it justice. I have dreamt over 4 times now of sitting and chatting with them, handing over my condensed version hardcover, and delighting in the thought that only she could be Ischade and only he could do Strat justice. Strange and strange...
I suppose I COULD be entering my mass of recipes into that fantastic Tastebook but I just don't want to. Tomorrow, perhaps, as the beast sleeps. After all, it'll be a long hike in the morning followed by an early lunch with Trooper. And a nice, long nap for him to follow. Yes, that is a laudable goal...get it all in there so I can trash these torn and besmirched pages...including the regrettable recipe I tried last night for shrimp on cheese grits. I've had them before and its been superb but...there was no gravy in this recipe. Decent flavor but...it was just...bleh.
I do wish the roses would do more...I think I'll set up the soaker hoses tomorrow and lay down the mulch...so much to do and yet here I sit. Looking at Biehn Abs.
Now that I think about it...life could be MUCH worse. Heh...
Friday, April 11, 2008
Happy Birthday, V-man. And post something new, won't you, fecking slacker.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Obama advocated dramatically increasing taxation on "the rich" even up toIt will be interesting to continue reading Greg's review and research. The words - in sharp contrast to the John Adams series we've been watching on HBO - seem like solemn bells ringing in my mind. A death knell.
the 100% level, arguing that, "there is no limit to taxation if the benefits
derived from public services by society measure up to the cost in taxation which
they have to pay" (p. 30) and that, "Theoretically, there is nothing that can
stop the government from taxing 100% of income so long as the people get
benefits from the government commensurate with their income which is taxed."
Often when watching that series tears would come to my eyes...so far have we moved away from that...meaning in so few years. They'd intended a thing that would last through generations and yet in a mere two it is being torn asunder. Weeping, indeed, for what is already lost and more still for the ill-wind blowing. Gone, gone that finely woven concept. Gone and a return to the basest nightmare. And corpses spin under headstones.