Wednesday, March 28, 2007

The Vernal Equinox a.k.a. Springtime

Happy Spring! The weather is beautiful down here in sunny South Florida. Every time I walk outside, I literally think about how happy I am that I live here. Even the little things, like this tiny, yellow finch Brett and I saw this morning, make me smile.

We went to a wedding over the weekend, and it was just outstanding. I guess the ceremony was supposed to be on the beach at this nice resort, but it was super windy and gray clouds were looming. So they held it on a porch, but it was set up beautifully. But I think it was near the kitchen that was preparing our dinners because it was VERY loud in the room next to the patio. We were sitting in the back, so it was much louder for us. But hopefully everyone at the front, near the alter, couldn't hear it. I was so irritated that I wanted to get up and go yell at everyone in the kitchen because they were seriously clanging around like a bunch of crazy banshees, and I really didn't hear the end of the ceremony at all. And I felt bad that there was this raucous going on during the closing prayer. I don't care who you are or what you believe, there should never be pots and pans banging around and people loudly dropping stuff during a prayer.

BUT..the set up was stunning.

And, I must say that the bride, Sara, looked incredible. The groom Casey is one of Brett's best friends and was his roommate for a long time. Sara used to be very quiet, shy, and a little heavy. She lost....I want to say.....70 pounds for this wedding. She looked absolutely gorgeous. I haven't seen her in about six months, and even then, when she had only lost 25 pounds, she was SO happy and friendly and outgoing. And honestly, I think she was the happiest bride I've EVER seen. She never stopped smiling. I started tearing up the moment she walked out in her dress because she really did look that amazing, and I was so happy for her that she was so confident on one of the most memorable days of her life. And I got a little teary later when they had their first dance together, and I think Brett was even fighting back some tears because he has known Casey since he was about 11 years old.

Speaking of 11 years old, I just got back in touch with one of my best friends from childhood. We were inseparable from third grade until high school. Well, she has been married for a long time and has a baby that will be one on Easter. She and her husband live in the mountains outside of Boulder, CO, in a small hippie town, and she seems SO happy, which is just wonderful. There are so many miserable and complaining people that I know (and sometimes I'm one of them), and it's refreshing to see that one of my old buddies has a great life. Her baby is pictured to the left. How CUTE is she?

When you've moved around quite a bit, it's hard to have really solid friendships with people. I think so, anyway. Life just changes so drastically after you graduate from academia. Everyone starts over. People move away and go through different stages of their lives at different times, and everyone's needs change in life. Which is a wonderful thing because otherwise it would mean people weren't maturing and what not. I guess my whole point is that I always find these different stages and changes interesting, and hearing from an old friend just reminds you how much things have changed over the years.

Right now I'm at this point in my life where I really need to feed my creative side. I want to take a colored pencil drawing class at the local art center, but it won't work out because the classes are held at times when I am out of town for work. Bummer. Brett wants to take some weird metal class where you sculpt stuff out of metal by using a blow torch and a welder. Only Brett would think to learn such an "artform", which he claims is what he wants to do when he's old and retired. One of our little art projects is going to be building a Japenese rock garden at his new house. Why? Because I really want one. I find Japanese gardens extremely peaceful. I also enjoy reading about Buddhism, and I'm definitely a believer in Feng Shui. And what could be better than creating your own little sanctuary garden AT HOME that is both relaxing and beautiful to look at? I've never been able to meditate, but I definitely feel calm and at peace when I'm in nature.

Actually, Brett's new house is very in tune with nature and the elements: wood, earth, fire, metal, water. We picked out everything together, and I mean EVERYTHING. From the house itself to tiles, cabinets, fixtures, grout, granite, sink tops, door knobs, paints, carpets, sinks. Good Lord, we picked out everything. Today we are almost finishing the process and picking out kitchen appliances and a washer and dryer. We still have blinds and furniture to go.

So, ART. I feel like I have so many things that I want to do this summer. Art classes being one of them. Life is too short to not focus on things that make us happy.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Sofie's knocked up


One of the coolest things going on is that my horse Sofie is pregnant! She's five months along. Her hubby is a Dutch Warmblood that was imported from Europe (she always liked foreigners). His name is Bonfur (sp?), which is Dutch for bon fire. So she's going to have her baby in May. Isn't she so cute? She wasn't crazy about having her picture taken. She lives on a beautiful farm in Kentucky, where she eats grass all day and enjoys her time as an expectant mother. Her feet are sore, her back hurts, and she's been craving dirt..but all in all...she's doing great.

my opinion of Washington DC



So I'm in Washington, D.C. right now.

I personally think this is one of the worst cities in the country. I once lived right outside of D.C. in an area called Falls Church, and it was terrible. I find people here to be very rude. They also appear to be extremely self-serving, with constant inquiry about other people's jobs and benefits and connections. It seems like people are either evaluating whether or not you're a respectable enough connection to converse with, or they are mentally comparing your situation to theirs. If your situation is far better, they continue speaking with you because they think you have potential to help them somewhere down the road. If it's worse, they end the conversation and then use it as a subject in future conversation with someone else about why they wouldn't want to have your job. "So I was talking to this publicist the other day..and I just can't imagine living off of......." My sister says it's because it's such a "competitive market." I think it's because people are in a rat race to get a corner office and a big Christmas bonus. I guess I'm the rat that would prefer to escape from the cage and go play in a puddle.

I just get the impression that people care about work, their status, and their economic situation more than anything else. And then there's politics.

There are so many homeless people here.

The homeless people in Miami lie around on the beach. In NYC, they set up tin cans as drums and bang on them with sticks for tips or else they stand there and recite poems or look as pathetic as possible and set a cup out in front of them. But here they harass you. They will follow you and keep asking for spare change, and when you don't give them any..they get annoyed with you...like you are obligated to give them money. Last night, I watched a guy beg for change outside of the metro. Then he got enough to ride the metro, where he sat behind some poor woman and repeatedly begged her for some change so he could get off the metro. Just walk, for christ's sake! You have nothing better to do.

If I were homeless, I would save up enough money to hitch a ride to Florida. Then you don't have to worry so much about clothes or bad weather. And you could sleep on the beach, dig a hole and make a little fire....listen to the waves, relax..maybe even catch a fish or two for dinner. What's wrong with these DC homeless people? Although, sometimes their forts are pretty impressive...with garbage bags for walls and maybe an old rug for a roof. It might be kind of interesting to tour around the country and take pictures of homeless people's living quarters and then make a photojournalism book about it. Then you could donate proceeds to Goodwill or something. I think that might be pretty powerful. FYI-The painting on the upper left was painted by my mother, who's a great, great artist.

So. yea. DC. It's cold. I got to see my sister, which was great. We had dinner last night. She has a new job that's really stressful and time consuming, so she seemed exhausted. I worry about her a lot. I also got to see my dad, which was wonderful. I don't get to see my family much these days because they all live far away and work a lot, like me, so it was nice to get a little time with them. The thing I love the most about my dad is that when you don't know what something means, he doesn't make you feel stupid about it. You can say, "What does it mean when someone says he's a Fiscal conservative social liberal?" And my dad will give you a very thorough definition, without reacting in that way that people do when they think something is common sense and that you're stupid for not knowing it. He's great though. And my mom, the only other family member I have aside from my sister, is great too.

My mom is legally blind (she has glasses) and has lost over 70% of her hearing, and she is still one of the most upbeat people I know. She's also a super talented artist and competes in big shows throughout the year. Here is one of my favorite paintings that she's done:

I love this one because the man looks so happy. It reminds me of an old man who has passed away and is on his way to heaven...and he's watching the best moments of his life go by..and he's laughing and remembering and at peace. I'd like to think this is what happens when good people die. I really miss my boyfriend and my dog right now. Brett told me this cute story today. He said that last night he brought in this bucket of car washing stuff that I had left on the porch, and he put it in the closet. So a bit later on, the dog was going crazy, right? Scampering all over the place and smelling everything and jumping on the furniture. So Brett looks in the living room, and about 20 little baby frogs had been in the bucket and were hopping all over the living room. So, he spent his evening chasing around the frogs and putting them back outside. I just think baby frogs are so adorable. Once the dog found a baby lizard (by the way, he likes to play with these creatures and watch them...it's really cute), and Brett and I spent atleast a half and hour trying to get the little thing out from under the furniture..and that bastard was fast.

On a totally different subject. Whenever I hear people whispering, I always feel like they're talking about me. Kenny, who feels the same way, says this is a very self-absorbed attitude to have. "What makes you think you're so important that people are spending time talking about you?" And that's a good point.

Oh, and one more thing, I had to get reading glasses. You know how freakin' expensive glasses are? Good Lord! I spent entirely too much money on them. I don't look particularly good in glasses, but whatever. They are just for reading so that I don't get headaches. I went with the artsy fartsy black, Law and Order frames. Here they are:

Great, huh? yea...great. On another note, my surf board is FINISHED! I'm am so psyched. When I get home, I get to go pick it up. So thrilled. That's about all that's new with me. I can't wait to go home. It's cold and miserable here. As soon as I stepped off the plane, I remembered exactly why I dislike this city so much. Ok, til next time.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

2006 Cyberspace Odyssey


Remember when I told you I was a nerd? Ok, so there's a forum on the Barnes and Noble website....www.bn.com, and it's a discussion about Stephen Hawking's theories. It begins October 11th. I find him one of the most fascinating people, really. He can't talk and has to communicate through one of those throat vibration boxes. Isn't it grossly ironic that one of the smartest people in the world can't communicate his thoughts to others? It's like Beethoven being deaf or something (ok..so not exactly, but you know what I'm getting at).


Whether or not you agree with his scientific theories, his story is still damn impressive. While studying at Cambridge, he was basically told that he was going to die. How does one get motivated to research spacetime and the existence of multiple dimensions when he thinks he's going to die soon? I have a hard time getting motivated to go to the grocery store or buy gas. And, if I thought I was going to die soon, I would be much less inclined to spend $3.00 per gallon for a full tank. I'm one of those people who used to wait until the little orange light turned on in the dash board- you know, the one that threatens you into buying gas. It's little glow slowly merges into visibility..oh...so...slowly..like it think it's funny to creep up on you...hoping that you're stuck in bad traffic in the sweltering heat and can't imagine sitting there without air conditioning.

anyway-Here is an excerpt from Stephen Hawking's website:
"David Mason, of Cambridge Adaptive Communication, fitted a small portable computer and a speech synthesizer to my wheel chair. This system allowed me to communicate much better than I could before. I can manage up to 15 words a minute. I can either speak what I have written, or save it to disk. I can then print it out, or call it back and speak it sentence by sentence. Using this system, I have written a book, and dozens of scientific papers. I have also given many scientific and popular talks. They have all been well received. I think that is in a large part due to the quality of the speech synthesiser, which is made by Speech Plus. One's voice is very important. If you have a slurred voice, people are likely to treat you as mentally deficient...I have had motor neurone disease for practically all my adult life...I have been lucky, that my condition has progressed more slowly than is often the case. But it shows that one need not lose hope."

That's pretty freakin' cool that this protegy was originally told he would die, and then he comes back with incredible theories and seminars!

So, back to the whole gas thing. This poses an good question. If you know you're going to die (and I mean die soon, I know everybody is going to die), would you care about how much anything costs? Probably not. Maybe that's why old people buy expensive cars, like Rolls-Royces. My new car is a gem. It's a 2004 4Runner, which I found used with only 16,500 miles on it. I absolutely love it. I feel like I've already bonded with it so much, and I've only had it since late August. Isn't it strange how we bond with objects like cars? We bond with machines- it's like Terminator 2 or something. I was sad when my old Rodeo got totalled. I put 182,000 miles on that baby, and she was with me through it all. "I order you not to go! I order you not to go!" Who didn't shed a tear at that fateful moment where the T-1000 terminated himself in the vat of liquid, molten, metal? But, alas, my new ride is mint.

I think her name is going to be Pearl, even though she's a charcoal blue color. Her personality just seems like a Pearl. If anyone actually reads this, I would love to hear what you've named your car.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

The point of all this...












Welcome to my very first blog. Although I find the popularity of myspace and youtube horrifying and technology seems to have stunted social interaction into nothing but exchanges of typed characters on a screen, I have finally decided to join the cyberworld with my very own blog. Want to know what sparked this creation? This:

Yes, it's a stamp. But, when I saw it, I decided that I wanted this image for my very own. Why? because I am going to Fiji in two years. So, once I saw this stamp, I figured I should create a place to put it.

How do I know I'm going to Fiji in two years? Because two of my friends are getting married there, so Brett and I need to start saving for our plane tickets now. I found this image because I am slacking off at work and am designing the pattern that will be painted on my custom surf board. I just took up surfing, and it's really hard. But, I love it and want to get better at it, and I can't use Brett's board because it's way too advanced for me. So, I want my OWN board with my own flowers painted on it. I am so excited about this- I can't even tell you. So, aside from the fact that Brett and I are planning this romantic trip to Fiji, my goal is to get adequate enough at surfing in the next two years so we can go surf there together. Sounds like a long shot, I know. And I also know that there are some seriously huge waves there that should not be ridden by amateurs, which is why I will have to find some forgiving swells.

Surfing is part of my new "Get your fat ass back in shape" program. The other part entails running with my friend Jenn at the park. We've been running three or four days a week, and I'm damn proud of us. Today we ran 2.25 miles. This is good for me, considering my exercise program went to a screeching halt a year ago when I met Brett. Who is motivated to go to the gym when you can go out to eat and drink with your new hottie? I definitely did not feel compelled to cancel my nightly dates with him to go suffer on the gerbil wheel at LA fitness. The result of this: a great relationship and fat pants that barely button now.

They used to be the fat pants- the ones that were too baggy to look remotely nice. The ones that, on days I didn't feel like talking to anyone, I would pair with my black studded belt and feminist black t-shirt that said "Mpower." The ones I would wear when I was so bloated that the only other alternative was sweatpants. Yea....those ugly ass jeans don't even FIT anymore, and they are less flattering than before.

However, it will only be a matter of time before the fat pants make a come back- now that I'm a professional surfer and all.

Hey, if anyone actually reads this, I'd really like to get some good book recommendations. I have to warn you- I'm a book snob. And a nerd. I don't like pop chick lit or fantasy or thrill books. I love Kerouac and F. Scott Fitzgerald and Milan Kundera and Dave Eggers and the occasional Vonnegut. None of this excrement with titles like "Shopping in Broken High Heels" or "Every Woman's Guide to Snagging her Sweater" or whatever crap they are putting out these days. I feel I could write books that are a lot more applicable when it comes to relationships. Thinking about past relationships, I could write "He's Just Not That into Bathing" or "The Devil Wouldn't Want You Either" or the bold "The Way You Breathe Is Annoying." How about those best sellers?

So, blogs are strange phenomenons to me because I don't believe anyone will actually READ this. Don't people have enough to do? ...then again, I'm the one sitting here, writing something that I don't believe anyone will even read. If you read this, will you let me know? Post a little message or something. Give me a little cyber nudge. Because I'm still having a hard time figuring out the point of all this.