just like you said it would be
Wednesday, 27 October, 2004
this morning john and i saw a tiny fuzzy kitten in the window of the bookstore. we were looking at the original edition, out-of-print philip k. dick novels, and then suddenly there was a little black and white kitten sitting on one of them, kneading it and looking at us and mewing. we were torn between “awwwww” and “bad kitty don’t claw that book!”
(song: “the blower’s daughter,” damien rice)
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i wandered empty streets down
Monday, 25 October, 2004
i don’t know if i ever properly thanked shelby for the name laurenisms. it has been a useful construction and has allowed me to not have to think very hard about what to name new things - like kitchenisms.blogspot.com, which shall be my new cooking blog. yay, cooking!
this weekend’s success: tomato soup. but you shall have to read about it there.
(song: “for emily, wherever i may find her,” simon & garfunkel)
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my name’s stewart ransom miller - i’m a serial lady killer
Wednesday, 20 October, 2004
ok, so i take it back, bobby. sorry. but there is only rhett. i hope you are not too sad.
he played songs i wanted to hear and didn’t expect, like “buick city complex,” and the usual (”rollerskate skinny,” “west texas teardrops” [with john rauhouse = awesome], “come around” and “our love” acoustic, “designs on you”) and then a bunch from the new album which i don’t really know at all, but that’s ok - as long as he keeps doing that hip thing.
i just spent ~10 minutes trying to find a picture or a link for “that hip thing” but i became overwhelmed with … something. and since my post from march about the first time i saw him is on the first page of hits, you get to look at that.
OMG, that hip thing.
(song: “barrier reef,” old 97s)
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she sees shooting stars and comet tails
Tuesday, 19 October, 2004
jeopardy went pretty much as i expected, though the test was actually easier than i thought it would be. i did not, however, pass, even though there were lots of art and literature questions (some of the responses included van gogh, monet, steinbeck, d.h. lawrence, and one involving sylvia plath). out of fifty, there were seven i couldn’t answer at all, four or five i guessed probably right, and maybe a couple i guessed probably wrong. they wouldn’t tell us how many you have to get right, but i’ve heard it’s 37.
however, i had more than enough success to make up for it with my first soup of the winter - yummy minestrone last night. i mostly made it up, though i consulted a recipe briefly because i am always afraid of doing it in the wrong order. i just barely had enough room in my giant soup pot for the whole batch - zucchini, carrots, spinach, lots of onion & garlic of course, kidney & garbanzo & green beans, and pasta. i was particularly happy with the broth, which i totally made up - i put a can of tomato paste in it (with bouillon) and suddenly it was just like real minestrone! phoebe made yummy garlic bread too. there were six people here (john & laura, who i have been neglecting, blythe, who needs a blog, garth, phoebe, and me) and we only ate about half the pot. i am excited for at least a week’s worth of leftovers. now i am trying to decide which the next soup will be. ideas?
(song: “recovering the satellites,” counting crows)
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just to see how it will end?
Monday, 18 October, 2004
tomorrow i am going to try out for jeopardy. the way the tryouts work is that first there’s a written test, which is what i am taking tomorrow, and then if you pass that, you go on (later, i think) to a mock show tryout, and then if you pass that, you go on a list and they might call you. then if they do, you pay to fly down to LA where you probably don’t win any money. i’ve decided i need to be thinking about tomorrow’s test as research and preparation for next time when i can devote more time and energy to it, and could actually afford to fly to LA if i got in. i don’t expect to pass the test this time, but next time i’ll know what’s going on. right?
bobby bare jr. is officially going to be the new rhett miller in my life. as soon as i get tired of rhett miller. i cannot stop listening to “the monk at the disco” and “dig down” (here) , “valentine” (here), and “your adorable beast” (here). i wish my music budget were bigger.
this weekend was pretty uneventful, which equals awesome. cooked some food. sat around. didn’t do homework. drank some whiskey. stayed up too late. the usual. life is good.
(song: “buick city complex,” old 97s. ♥rhett!♥ tomorrow!)
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and when i whine, pay me no mind …
Tuesday, 12 October, 2004
today is buffy outfit day. i hope everyone else remembered to wear tall boots and plaid skirts too! and makeup!
(song: “your adorable beast,” bobby bare jr. this has ousted “four-eyed girl” as the cutest song ever. poor rhett - i hope he’s not jealous.)
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in the day, i am dreaming
Sunday, 10 October, 2004
i have always hated the idea of ‘retail therapy’ - i think it encourages women to self-medicate with consumerism. every time, though, i go buy new clothes or yarn or something. maybe it’s that it gives me something else to think about; maybe i’m just doing it right now because i suddenly can. in any case, today was consumerism day, thanks to victoria’s secret and old navy. tonight is a show at the tractor. then, home to finish some reading before bed.
(song: “dogsong (sleep dog lullaby),” the be good tanyas)
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she looks composed, so she is, i suppose
Saturday, 9 October, 2004
life has become busy yet left me with nothing interesting to talk about. every day i think about posting, but can never come up with the right combination of creativity, energy, and time. right now, however, i am putting off going for a run; if i sit at the computer long enough it will get too cold and dark to run in the park by my house.
so! a list:
+ antiquarian book fair today. fun stuff. didn’t buy anything, of course.
- the inevitable became un-postpone-able. long-distance relationships are inherently crappy but while it lasted i did better than i ever expected to. all the same, am grumpy and will be so for a while, i imagine. stupid life.
+ started the new job on monday. it has gone pretty well so far. i’m mostly working on trying to get kids to come in at this point, but i had two distance papers to look at. that was good because it put much less pressure on me - they email their papers in and i email comments back, which is a lot better than having someone sitting there watching me. plus both students emailed back to say that my comments were helpful and made sense, so that was an extra special bonus.
- school, which started a week and a half ago now, is finally going to start actually requiring things of me this week. two little reading response papers are due on thursday and sometime soon i have to shadow someone in a reference environment for 4 hours. i am thinking about doing it at the yarn store, if i can make a case for it being reference.
+ fabulous eggplant parmesan was made and consumed with my help. it makes me happy to think about it. yum.
- the shower is not draining again. it seems to need to be fed a bottle of drano every few weeks. stupid shower.
+ new job is allowing me to buy some new clothes, and a new bag, and even some groceries. this is extremely exciting as i hate all my clothes, and my bag has holes in it, and groceries are good.
i could go on but it would get trivial (even more than usual). fingers are cold, boo; laundry is clean, yay; reading two good books, yay; both will be over soon, boo. etc.
(song: “waltz no. 2,” elliott smith)
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thoughts like this that catch my troubled head
Friday, 1 October, 2004
last weekend i was in portland and, briefly, eugene. i went to portland to see margaret cho with shelby and stephanie, but of course also got to hang out with my lovely sister. on friday i went to pick her up at her school. it was the first time i’d been back to high school in at least four years. the weirdness about lockers and too many people and too much noise was actually worse than i remembered it, since her school contains about 500 girls, one quarter of whom were in a very narrow hallway making friday-afternoon noise about having to carry every single textbook home for the weekend. i got a tour, met some friends (”oh, you’re the librarian! awesome!”) and some teachers (”are you a student here too?” “um, no, i’m in grad school.”), and became totally jealous at how much cooler her school is than mine. they have a sci-fi and fantasy club (”i wish we had that at library school … oh wait, we are that at library school”) and they have a novel club where they read books and then talk about them and watch the movies - there were posters up for persuasion. when i was in high school i was friends with all five people who read jane austen. on their lockers (which there is apparently no need to lock) they have pictures of johnny depp and hobbits and john kerry and exploding dog pictures, and quotes from literature and good music and movies that don’t have hilary duff.
so now i understand why my sister is so awesome, but i still feel jealous that she gets to be this cool at sixteen, while i was a huge mess at that age.
this weekend is for housewarming party (tonight) and baseball game with chris and shan (sunday).
(song: “such great heights,” the postal service)