There’s a grasshopper in the hallway, for a start.
I can see this becoming a music blog.
There’s a grasshopper in the hallway, for a start.
I can see this becoming a music blog.
I think this is what happens when one of the “Quiet Riots” Barack Obama refers to becomes not so quiet. I just don’t know how we fix our communities. Barack should really come up with a different name for this trend though. I don’t think anyone finds the term “Quiet Riot” frightening. Except perhaps parent’s concerned about their girlz rockin’ their boyz. I joke, but I really don’t have a clue. And I’m not hearing ideas from politicians on how to make this better.
On a more cheerful note, we should totally start trying to do this. Julie and I have been rocking two cloth bags recently. It’s pretty cool. Trying to get the baggers to not wrap everything in plastic and then put it in the cloth bags is still a bit of a trial, but I’m sure it’ll get better. I really don’t need my plastic encased meat wrapped in another layer of plastic. Thanks.
Speaking of cloth bags, I was bagging groceries last night, holding Stella. Normally when I start bagging groceries a bagger mysteriously just pops up out of nowhere. I have a feeling HEB has a policy that it’s bad news if a manager sees you just standing around while a customer is bagging. Anyway. I’m bagging one handed. Holding Stella. Which I was sure would cause not one, but perhaps seven baggers to pop out of the woodwork. Those seven dwarves would take my place so I could resume my busy schedule of asking Stella to locate her tummy or playing her tummy tuba, leg trombone, and arm trumpet. Except no one showed up. Which I suppose isn’t that much of a loss. Even one handed I can bag faster than most of their employees.
I’m way behind on my 30/60/90 project. I keep forgetting to charge my laptop.
This post is really random. Fantastic.
Stella and I went bathing suit shopping with Julie last night. Going clothing shopping has become one of my favorite things. Stella and I have so much fun while Julie tries stuff on. Last night Stella was checking herself out in the mirrored clothing stands. Wandering around the store. Pushing her stroller around. Checking out prices. Pushing her stroller from a chair. Trying to figure out why her stroller wouldn’t push anymore once she set the brakes. She was busy. She ended up pushing the stroller from the dressing rooms all the way over to the cashier line. Then out into the mall proper. We didn’t need to go to the mall proper, but that’s not a big deal. It was a lot of fun.
And a lady waiting for the dressing rooms said Stella was really smart for figuring out how the brakes on her stroller worked. I’m sure she is smart, but I think it’s mostly just “push the buttons” syndrome. Stella definitely got to push da’ buttons.
I almost got blown away on the way to work today. Barely held onto my umbrella. The rain’s not so bad, but the wind’s wooly. I’ve decided that it’s a good day to listen to the Pet Shop Boys’ Behaviour.
We got the tape for Behaviour originally in the former Soviet Union. It was a bootleg from the black market. Kate, did Slava get that for you? How did it get into our possession?
Don’t worry, though, piracy foes. I’m pretty sure it’s now been been bought by our family several times over. Julie and I alone have both the tape and the CD.
It’s been a week since I posted? That’s just sad. I feel like I’m posting every day. I just don’t get it. So I’m going to do Austin Script Works’ 30/60/90 project. Hopefully, it’ll get me writing.
Last Wednesday I ran the Sunstroke Summer Stampede 5k. My whole fan section came out to cheer me on (Mom, Dad, Stella, and Julie). I thought I’d done horribly, especially since I’d only recently started running regularly again, but the time came in ok. I did 26:37, which looking back at last year’s time is a little slower. I find it frightening how consistent I am at running these 5ks.
So what happened this weekend?
I dunno it was a blur.
Friday, I worked from home. Stella and I got in a lot of quality time, as well as a run. That evening we decided to go check out a mid-century modern home we’d seen advertised. It was actually affordable which was a shock. A cheap MCM home seems to be in the $350-450 range. We checked it out. It had a fantastic living room and kitchen, but the rest of the house was just ok. And there was no garage, which we can’t do. Need somewhere to store the table saw, platforms, and props. We came home and I cooked fajitas for Mom, Dad, Christine, Brian, and Julie. It was a nice evening.
Saturday morning we got up and went over to Erin’s to help her move. This year was not as smooth as last time. Erin was far more prepared, and had pretty much everything packed up, but we only had 6 people, so it took about 3 more trips than last time. We vegged for a little bit and hung out, drinking beer and eating pizza. We got home, and got a shower, then went over and ate some fantastic filet’s that Christine made at my parent’s house. And mushrooms. Even Stella approved, and she’s been a bit finicky lately. Julie went to a theater party (you can see her blog post), and I stayed home and watched some horror movies on Netflix.
Sunday I slept in till 10am with Stella puttering around my prone body. She must have mostly slept or pounded on me, because she only pulled her blocks out. We got up and hurriedly got the house ready for our open house. The roses were blooming for it, so that was nice. We went over to my parent’s house for creamed eggs on toast with Christine, Brian, Katie, Ryan, Mom, Dad, Julie and Stella. It was a nice time. We headed back to our house, where we played with Stella and napped, then over to Anna and Sean’s for movie night. We watched DOA which was great fun. And I had to love a twist that revolved around rival writers. Yeah, a film noir movie about writers. Can’t beat it. Got home, did a bunch more chores and went to bed, where I slept horribly because I’d napped during the day.
I got up and helped to get the house ready, and jumped on the bus to work about 9am. What a weekend. We need a weekend just sitting around soon…
We went to see Salvage Vanguard’s production of Mud last Thursday. We started out the night by heading out to spider house for a beer. Spider House has had a paint job and is a significantly nicer place to be. Our cashier wasn’t surly. May have been an anomaly, but may not…
We headed on over to the new Salvage Vanguard theater. I was a bit taken aback. I was expecting this:
But got this:
I can’t believe I was taken in by a PhotoShop job. I am so lame.
Anyway, there was no one in the house that night. Quite a change from the normal Salvage Vanguard show. The chairs were comfy and the show was off. Mud was – episodic. To the extreme. No scene seemed to last for more than about 3 minutes. And often the longer scenes were made up almost entirely of silence. I’m all for silence, but this was a bit much. The script was about several uneducated characters stuck in a dead end existence. As the character Mae (Jenny Larson) tries to better herself in life; first by shacking up with the most intelligent man in town (which isn’t saying much) and then by leaving entirely, she stirs up resentment, and eventually violence in the men around her.
I really didn’t care much about the characters. The play seemed to often be played for laughs which seemed at odds with the purpose of the play. Occasionally I’d get really into a character and then we’d have a scene change (accompanied by shifting lights and long sound effect), that would completely dampen my ability to relate. I started watching in the second act, and I think the play could have been done without all of these interruptions. I think it might have made for a stronger narrative, but perhaps it’s meant to be episodic to mark the passage of time.
In any case, it was well acted. You should go see it and support Salvage Vanguard in their new space. It’s going to be a really fantastic place to see theater.
This weekend was a bit stressful.
We went to see the Pillowman on Saturday night. It was a sold out show. They had all the names from the reservations already attached to chairs. I suppose to make you feel like you were entering a totalitarian regime where the state knows that you’re visiting the theater. This ended up leaving some people pretty cranky, though, as they couldn’t choose their own seats.
I’d read this play before. I should really come out in the open. I don’t read plays. I think the Pillowman is the only play I’ve read in the past 3 years (ok, I read Swimming to Cambodia, but that’s a monologue).
On the subject of social security… shouldn’t it really be a system where the amount you get after retirement is based upon how much your kids (and grandkids) currently earn rather than how much you earned during your life?
I really hate the conservative rhetoric machine that is always putting words in the mouths of liberals. This all started with this article:
and the original article it came from.
this design is brilliant: