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| Monday, March 3rd, 2008 | | 9:21 pm |
Long time, no post
By now, certainly no one reads my journal. Last post in 2005? Yikes! I've pretty much just become addicted to communities. Oh yes, that, and I stopped posting when I finally got a job that doesn't leave me with vast stretches of boringness in my day. I also noticed that my last post is just after we moved to West Somerville...I can't believe I never blogged about all the hilarious "crime" that took place - neighbors parties spilling on to our driveway and Meg calling the police ("Hi Police? Yeah, I think there is someone peeing on my car. Well, no, actually, I should say some people. Yeah, they do go away when I shine a flashlight at them, but do you think you guys could stop by and come up with a more permanent solution?" Or who could forget the time the chick down the street smashed a tea cup into her (ex) boyfriends skull? Nothing like says classy till the end like being arrested wrinkle free, in an Ann Taylor skirt and blouse. But who could forget the time the downstairs neighbor went on a heroin bender and hit 5 cars in one week, but since no one saw her do it, nothing could be proven. Not even when I heard her crunch the neighbor's car, then run into the house? I'll always have my fond memories of offering my victimized neighbors my homemade Somerville Police phone number magnet...and cheering on the police to keep knocking on heroin lady's door till she answered...a half hour later. Did I mention she left her fridge door open while she hid from the cops? And then the manager of a local tavern moved in downstairs, after crazy French lady left, with a Harley and a drum set, but needless to say, we'd already booked our escape from Ward 7. I guess that summarizes that last 2 years in crime...the rest of it? Well, I haven't taken a real vacation in a good while because we've been saving every penny for this house. Visited California and family a couple of times, including last Thanksgiving, where my father's neighbors, all being movie people, had little to be thankful for as they were running out of scripts to produce. I'll always find it funny that one of the movie people even went to Mexico to get work hahahahaha... Other accomplishments? The cat got bigger. His teeth don't fit in his mouth anymore. We got a real couch (sidebar: I walked up to the salesman after I had decided and said "One couch please!" and he didn't get it.). I got a piece of art. I painted a room red (take that Mom!). I perfected the homemade pizza, but can't make a cookie to save my life (I'll never understand why I can cook dinner like Rae Ray, but can barely beat a 5-year old in a bake off?). I jumped my wakeboard more than a foot. Any maybe, since I'm a BSC junkie now, I'll be able to jump multiple feet this summer. I rode a rail with my snowboard and vowed not to do that ever again without a helmet. I then rode the half pipe a dozen times and loved it, then fell and knocked me head and vowed never to do that again without a helmet, then did it a few more times just so I wouldn't end the day on a bad note (reinstating my vow once I got home). I have yet to buy a helmet. I installed a door knob with a deadbolt. I ate vegan for 100 days. I purchased, played and tired of Guitar Hero (next stop, Rock Band). I overcame my fear of oil furnaces (cut me some slack, I'm from Los Angeles! I'm not even sure if my childhood home had heat!). Well, I guess I need to cut this off here and get organized for tomorrow.... | | Tuesday, October 11th, 2005 | | 2:56 pm |
Verizon Responds:
I wrote a letter to Verizon alerting them to the bad internet buzz they were getting about the lack of variety in their handsets. Below, "Selenia" at Verizon Wireless responds: "Thank you for your handset feedback. As we value your loyalty as a Verizon Wireless customer, we certainly would not want to see you leave due to our phone selection. I would like you know that our variety of phones change consistently. If you have an interest in a specifically designed or model phone, please check our website for availability." Much better of a response than I got from McDonald's (June 2005, RE: Crappy Salad & Service). I have slightly more respect for them even if I was given a vague, generic answer. | | Sunday, September 25th, 2005 | | 8:29 pm |
Empowered New England Woman!
So I went out to my car this morning, intending to take a quick jaunt down to Trader Joe's and pick up a few things...*gasp!* is my car lopsided??? Upon further investigation, I determined it was not my driveway that had suddenly shifted, but was indeed my car! The back right tire appeared to be penetrated by an antique (aka 'rusty') nail! 9 psi...Didn't exactly want to drive on that, not in Boston. hmmmmm. Well, I had to change it. Thankfully, this is something I know how to do. So I popped open the back of my car and starred at the jack a good 30 seconds wondering, 'where is the jack? was it stolen when my car was shipped?" (my car's contents were pillaged when it was shipped). Oh wait, I was staring right at it... So once I remembered what my jack looked like, I had no trouble changing the tire. Funny, Todd had a nail in his car's tire about 2 weeks ago. Lucky for me, just after that, Todd bought an air compressor, so I could inflate my spare which was not properly inflated (pretty girly of me! It was only 13 psi!). So I've got 4 solid tires again. So now that my own car is no longer sitting crooked, I look at Eric's car...huh, looks a little lopsided. Huh, let me check his tire pressure...oooh! 7 psi! oooh! look at that big piece of metal in his tire... Suspicious, huh? So I run into the neighbors coming home (figuratively). I mentioned to them that all three of us roommates have had nail-induced flats. I wondered if they had a problem...the downstairs neighbor relayed to me, 'are you having trouble with anyone in the neighborhood?" hmm...the only people in we know in the neighborhood is our downstairs neighbors...and I don't think they like us much... | | Friday, September 2nd, 2005 | | 8:36 am |
By driving the speed limit, I've increased my gas efficiency by 25%. Meanwhile, gas prices have increased 30%. Bah. The only one who wins here is mother earth! | | Monday, August 1st, 2005 | | 1:42 pm |
Busy weekend
My car came at long last Saturday morning! Many of the bugs have become one with the paint...409 seems to be taking them off, layer by layer. Went geochaching on Saturday afternoon in the Fells (todd has the pics posted). Great weather. Hiked to Wright's Tower. Washed car. Tired! Sunday we went to the lake. Cold! Went wakeboarding, once, twice, three times! I'm sore. And tired. | | Friday, July 15th, 2005 | | 1:53 pm |
What my brain is saying...
Methinks my car is on a truck. At the 11th hour, I booked my car on a truck, rather than the highly-anticipated train. $200 will do that to ya. As much as I like driving Eric's monkey-infested "perv-mobile*", I'm already tiring of being honked at by many fine male Massachusetts citizens. I bet nicely peeled those stickers off, I could ebay them for a tank of gas. Oh lordy, gas. How I have not missed buying you. T pass? 30 someodd $ per month. Gasoline? 30 someodd $ WEEK. I can't complain to much...I now have and extra 90 minutes EVERY day I don't spend commuting. Have you all figured out I have real job yet? No more long hours in the shinny Hancock Tower! The most striking thing about the new job? Nothing to complain about. Meetings are quick and efficient. No idiot coworkers (just good ones!). No drama. No stupid procedures or hierarchy. We work hard, so when the whistle blows at 5PM, we all go home, not a minute of overtime required!! Could it be love? *As named by my coworkers PS: Many thanks to Mr. Eric Robinson for loaning me his car. I don't think I'd be as happy if I was taking the commuter rail here every day... | | Thursday, July 7th, 2005 | | 12:52 pm |
London
I can't think of a word that quite describes what I'm feeling today...just shocked. I can only imagine if I were still there...working at the newspaper...well, I wouldn't have to worry so much about having to walk home 12 miles, because I wouldn't be going home...I'd probably be working at the paper for the next 24 hours solid...probably would have sent me to the scene since phones were jammed. I would have had to see it all AND then talk to victims...and it's hard enough talking to someone whose house just burned down, let alone this. It's just unbelievable... although it is interesting to note that bombs went off nowhere near the Arab embassies (my old 'hood of South Kensington) in Southwest London. Difficult to stay focused today... :( | | Thursday, June 2nd, 2005 | | 3:42 pm |
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| | Wednesday, June 1st, 2005 | | 1:15 pm |
only because I hate coinstar...
I discovered an alternative to Coinstar that doesn't take a (huge) commission. And you don't have to roll your coins. The United States Post Office. It's a little painstaking, but I pumped 37 pennies in a vending machine and had my handful of copper-plated zinc turned into a 37-cent, first-class stamp. And everyone needs stamps, right? | | Tuesday, May 31st, 2005 | | 4:43 pm |
The return of "What I learned today!"
Using ye olde internet, I tackled a tenacious topic that has been taunting me for about 3 years now. The game of Cricket. I watched it as long as my attention span could stand the lack of understanding when I lived in London, but seeing as how I have just learned that cricket matches last not just hours, but days, it is doubtful I would have grasped the concept of the game. So here's my extremely dumbed-down and streamlined version with slaughtered terminology so you, my LJ friend, can understand this new phenomenon that's sweeping the parks of Somerville (well OK, I just saw one group playing in Foss Park). 2 teams (duh) of 11 men each. The field is round-ish. Doesn't really matter, but it has to be defined. Play takes place in the middle. There's an alley set up in the middle with a wicket at each end in a sort of batter's box/safe zone. The wicket is essentially 3 sticks holding up 2 little sticks across the top. All 10 members of the defense are distributed around the pitch at the team captain's direction. The Offense sends up 2 batters, one for each wicket. The last member of the defense is the Bowler, and it's his job to hurl the ball at one of the two batsmen. One of the batters is designated the striker, and that's the one the bowler will be pitching to. Bowler chucks the ball, trying to knock over the wicket behind the striker. The striker is trying to hit the ball away, so he and the other batter can score runs. Let's say the striker hits the ball. The striker and the other batter try to switch places as many times as possible. It's really hard to get an out. One of 10 ways it can be done is for one of the fielders to get the ball and chuck it at wicket and knock it over while the batsmen are out of their safe zone. I think they can can catch it on the fly too. Keep in mind this is very basic, and Cricket is anything but basic. The game is loaded with terminology (at the terminology meanings change based on context). It has many more rules, but at least this explains why games are so long and so high scoring. Anyone wanna play? They have scheduled breaks for lunch and tea! | | Monday, May 16th, 2005 | | 6:53 pm |
We FINALLY signed a lease on a new place yesterday. At long last we can throw out all our rolaids. The roomies and I celebreated with a ginormus pile of wings and Bud Extra (B to the E). No one actually drank the Bud Extra because it's terrible. I can name 5 liquid children's medicines I would rather chug. The house is soooo nice. A tad smaller than the current pink palace, but all the space is useable. It's in a good neighborhood. It's not pink. 3 season porch. back deck. Yard. Oh yeah, and it has a garage. A real garage you could put a real car in!. My favorite part is that it's NOT in East Somerville, AND it's much closer to Davis than we currently are to Sullivan. | | Tuesday, May 10th, 2005 | | 5:26 pm |
Random Thought Tuesday
#1. I love my buddy icon. I am proud of is because it's 100% photoshop free, is expressive and doesn't feature a picture of me. #2. French is a pretty cool sounding language. I would love to learn it if someone knew it/would learn it too. Sometimes the french tone can sound sooo insulting, but really, they're just talking about the weather while in need of a smoke. #3. Wallgreens sold me a box of allergy medicine that expires 6/05. This is what I get for feeling sorry for the bent box and taking it, instead of all its pointy-cornered friends. I don't know if I want to deal with this or not. The service a the one near my house is terrible. I once bought shampoo that was supposed to be on sale. I had the ad in hand and it was marked on sale on the shelf. Wasn't enough. Buy at full price, and wait for manager. Manager will refund the difference. Wherever new apt ends up being, CVS had better be closer than wallgreens. #4. I have been sick 10 days now. #5. Yes, #4 is whining. I wish it were acceptable to act like a cat when ill. Sleep all day, whine when I want something, whine when I feel like making noise, make myself available only when I want to be pet and be entertained by dangling strings. #6. Emerald Nuts needs to relabel their dry roasted almonds. I bought their mixed nuts, which were great, but this week, I just wanted almonds. Well, the their dry roasted label doesn't tell you that they coat them in crack (some sort of salty onion-chickeny flavor). And they make them REALLY dry. I just wanted a can of normal almonds... like the ones that come in the mixed nut canister. #7. Jon Stewart needs to make the Daily Show every day. I'm sorry, but you just can't re-run the news. Get a backup anchor, or let one of your correspondents host on one of your frequent days off, Mr. Stewart. I am sad when I get out of the shower in the morning and discover there is no new show recorded on the DVR. | | Monday, May 9th, 2005 | | 3:59 pm |
The amount of coffee shops in Boston is absolutely amazing. More so than Los Angeles. I've never quite understood coffee shops (The Starbucks type). You office has coffee and I betcha it's free. What is is that makes people want to leave their office, go out in the cold and find a $3 cup of coffee? I can only see 2 reason, both of which I don't understand: "I want a grande carmel mocha frap with extra whip cream and a chocolate covered cherry on top" --->OK, but why all the calories? One venti Frap from the 'bucks has more calories than my whole lunch. Try coffee people. Remember plain ol coffee? And some milk. That makes it yummy and more candy-like too. "I like an excuse to leave the office" --->Understandable, but try a mid-day health walk. It's less expensive and lower in calories. Oh, but if you like to buy coffee, you probably perfer walking on the treadmill in your gym. The only valid coffee excuse is "but Dunkin Donuts....!" Anyhow, I'm just amazed how many coffee shops there are in downtown Boston. I went to the Border's Books at downtown crossing, and I wanted to get a little something to hold me over till lunch, since I ate breakfast early. I only have a couple bucks of cash on me, but I have a Starbucks card from Christmas. I knew there was a Starbucks a block and a half back, but it wasn't in the direction of the Hancock Tower. I knew I ought to encounter another Starbucks on my way to work. Sure enough, I did. 2 Actually. Along with countless other coffee shops. Funny, I didn't get coffee. I didn't even get a drink. Just got a carrot cake muffin. The girl behind the counter look baffled. | | Friday, May 6th, 2005 | | 6:50 pm |
So I bought a bike. I am now liberated until I can afford to rescue my car from Hollywood too. There's only one problem, and that is living on a hill. I rode my bike home from the store and realized the hill was a bit tougher for causual riding than I thought. But it should become easier each time. I've had to deal with a lot worse back in Cali. So later that day, I start to get sick. I get better, so Wednesday, I go for a morning ride. Later than day, I get sick. So I've stopped riding the bike. 3 time's a charm, right? Good thing it's going to rain tomorrow. I won't be tempted to go ride and get sicker again. *** | | Thursday, May 5th, 2005 | | 2:24 pm |
I was reading the economic round up on the Guradian Unlimited by Victor Keegan who has brought to my attention a little bit of logic I've never put much thought into. How can we help ourselves, and emerging countries? Eliminate farm subsidies. if we stopped subsidizing the inefficient production of certain farm products, we invest those billions of dollars in developing new technology, researching alternative energy sources, or research in general...all things I believe in. It's just preliminary thought...I'm just fascinated at the potential, and the fact that I've never thought about eliminating farm subsidies in America this way. | | 1:52 pm |
Live Journal Quiz!
Four companies control 85 percent of the $2.6 billion business—Archer Daniels Midland, Cargill, Staley Manufacturing Co. and CPC International. In the mid-1990s, ADM was the object of an FBI probe into price fixing of three products—and consumers got a glimpse of the murky world of corporate manipulation. What is it??? | | Thursday, April 28th, 2005 | | 6:42 pm |
I've been wanting to post, but the last thing anyone wants to read in livejournal is more whining. "I ate sooo much chinese food because I'm so bummed out about everything and everyone around me and omg, why can't I get up in the morning and go to the gym?" OK, I didn't eat any chinese food last weekend, and well, there is no point in getting up in the morning because I can't get to the gym until I get a bike. HA! (I'll continue sparring with my consciousness off the electronic record). Anywho, I did observe something noteworthy of posting. I was absolutely appalled at the behavior of a group of people using the conference room near my desk. I have no idea who they were. But seriously, if you can't act the price of your suit, close the door, please. I overheard a lady complaining about her sister-in-law's wedding. "It was soooo tacky! I mean, they used plastic! Can you believe that? We had to drink from plastic champagne flutes!" She went on to rant about how other things were 'faux'. At least she didn't call the bride fat. In fact, she made no mention of the Bride or how lovely she looked, outside her misguided taste in wares. Honestly, how tacky is this lady? I betcha she wouldn't plunge her own sink. | | Monday, April 25th, 2005 | | 1:22 pm |
What to post about? Work has been very, very slow. Slow, as in I can read a 1000+ page book every week. I am grateful for the change to work at such a well-known communications company, but I really ought to move one. I am not being true to myself should I stay here. The work is not challenging and I am not growing as a person, professionally or personally. I have learned something very important here. I like challenge, more than I ever thought. I like my work to test my abilities. I liked to be forced to learn to stay on top. Granted, I have become a little better at pub trivia because I've had the time to brush up on modern architecture and hydrogen fuel technology. But I'd much rather be working to develop professional skills. In other news, I've recently become very interested in Blogging and its effect on communications. It's amazing to be the raw amount of first-person sources that are available. I suppose it's the natural evolution of the hand-written journal. 20 years from now, where is a scholar going to go to get raw takes on the reality of our present times? I seriously question whether Bill Gates keeps a journal, hand written in beautiful script... 20 years from now, we will be searching Blogs. Just imagine if you were writing a paper on the aftermath of 9/11... you would have millions of pages of Blog material to use as first-hand sources to present an argument. But even in our present times, Blogger are amazingly powerful because people trust them as unfiltered sources (not to mention there are so many...4 million +). I can even recall a specific case where (correct me if I'm wrong), someone emailed Jon Couture's Blogg, asking for an opinion on popular gimmicky pasta pots (the ones with the holes in the lid to drain water). I wonder if that person actually went out and purchased the recommended pot. Toddis and I have been considering the purchase of a Roomba with my Discover card cashback bonus award. Where will I look for opinions? Bloggs, of course. I would like to know if I am buying the world's most expensive and technologically advanced cat toy, or honestly good piece of new technology. I hear the Roomba shuts off if your pet decides it is evil and picks it up or flips it. Anyhow... I can't go on. I've lost my train of thought. All I can think of is "Riddick vs. Roomba". Will cat triumph over machine? | | Thursday, April 21st, 2005 | | 8:32 am |
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