Weekend Edition

Friday night was crazy, but everything ended up working out just fine. I had intended to go out with my friend Phil, but just as he and I were heading out he got a call from another friend of ours from high school, Steve. Steve and his wife MargEva are good friends with Laura and Jonathan (whom I also know through the Duke Talent Identification Program, where Jonathan was an instructor and I was a resident advisor in 1990). Since Jonathan’s step mom is affiliated with Duke, they often end up with basketball tickets, so Steve was calling Phil to ask him if he’d like to meet up with the rest of them (MargEva and Laura) to go to the ACC Tournament. Phil kindly said “oh no no, I’m going out with Gina,” but right after he hung up I told him not to be rediculous, that this was the ACC Tournament and fer-cryin’-out-loud he should go already. So he called Steve back, and Steve came over to Phil’s house to fetch him (bonus for me, since I hadn’t seen Steve in a while either).

Meanwhile back at the ranch — I’d gotten a call earlier in the day from my friend Elizabeth, whom I’ve known since I worked for her at The Limited during summers in college. She’d wondered what I was up to that evening, but at the time, I already had the Phil-related plans. So, after I talked Phil into taking the b-ball tix, I called Elizabeth back and ended up meeting her for a late dinner at a Japanese steak house, which was wonderful. It had been far too long since we’d seen each other, and it was great catching up.

See, I told you it all worked out.

Saturday night was all about fun! First, Meghan came over to Jeff’s house, where I presented her with her birthday presents: a little japanese siilly toy I’d bought for her at Giant Robot last time I was in San Fran; a 50’s style apron I’d sewn for her out of two pink and cream prints (must get photos!); and a necklace I’d made of thin leather cord, amazonite (I think?) and various shades of blue glass beads, which for once, I didn’t match exactly (as painful as that was for me), since Meghan’s not into matchy-matchy things.

Then we went out to Rockfish (mmmm! fish & chips!) for her birthday. We also got in a wee bit of QST (Quality Shopping Time) at Nordstrom’s, where Meghan scored not one, but two!, nifty belts. (Aside: that’s one whole area of fashion that I completely miss out on. I *never* wear belts!).

After dinner (eaten completely without poundage guilt over the fish-and–chips, I might add…it was that kind of evening), Meghan and I headed over to our friend John Santa’s house for his monthly music jam. John is a music producer and knows *tons* of pickers and players and singers… and once a month he gets a crowd of them together to just play.

John had been worried about a small turn-out, and had even considered cancelling, but we ended up full-to-overflowing! We even had four singers, which was incredibly fun. Virginia and Ruth have very strong lead voices, so Meghan and I harmonized on most things. (Meghan’s also got a fantastic lead voice, but she was not feeling up to it Saturday night). Ruth also brought a lot of new tunes to the party, and Meghan and I had a blast singing two of our favorite Tift Merritt songs, Trouble Over Meand Virginia, No One Can Warn You. And though this is a song I’m not particularly fond of, the four part harmony on To Know Him is To Love Him was amazing.

Didn’t get home ’till 1:30. Slept like the proverbial log. I got up, watched a bit of the barbeque show on PBS, got showered went to meet Steve (see paragraph 1, above) and his darling daughter Eleanor for lunch Sunday morning (ok, it was still Sunday morning to me). This was the first time I’d met Eleanor & she’s a real charmer.

After I got home, Jeff and I toook the bike out for a long spin since it was such a pretty day, ending up at Maple View Farm Creamery for ice cream. Poifect! It was pretty amusing to me, as it was 4:30 on a Sunday afternoon and the place was packed! I’d have thougt that all the parental units would have said “no, you’ll spoil your dinner”, but there was a line wrapping all the way around the inside of the place. I had cookie dough and butter pecan, and I did, I admit, spoil my dinner a wee bit. Jeff and I ended up makign soft tacos at about 8, when we finally were a bit hungry again. Iron Chef and Whose Line and bed followed.

Tree meme

This one is surprisingly accurate:

Oak
OAK
You are boisterous and affectionate. You are the
kind of tree that takes nothing sitting down,
and is always ready for an adventure. You like
to see everything that goes on around you. You
like the warm weather, but you flourish when
the nights tend to grow slightly colder. You
are someone who likes to extend your days into
the night hours because you never want to leave
anything unfinished. You love an audience when
you do things and you like to show off
sometimes, but others admire your attitude. You
fear past mistakes coming back to haunt you,
but try to live day by day. You admire the
strength of others and try to find the same in
yourself. When you leave this word, you want to
make an impression so that you’ll never be
forgotten.

What’s Your Inner Tree?
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>
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>
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Obviously this is standard issue Nigerian prince scam… but it’s obvious they didn’t know who they were sending it to… “Dear Normal” Bwah ha ha!

Safety Freaks

(Prompted by a comment that Sarah made in my journal:)

There are two kinds of people in this world:  the unpluggers and the not.

The unpluggers are the ones who, convinced that the curling iron/toaster/hair dryer/electric skillet will, of its own volition, take wing and land in the nearby sink full of water, electrocuting or at least severly harming everyone around, feel compelled to unplug any small appliance after every use.

The “nots” are people like me who assume that appliances, despite their sometimes seeming ability to be ornery, are not mobile and have no capacity for flight without assistance of a human sort (or maybe a large pet).  And since we’re not planning on throwing the curling iron/toaster/hair dryer/electric skillet into the sink, we don’t worry about it.

Which are you?

Do you unplug small appliances after using them?
Why, of course I do!  At any moment my toaster may wing its way to the sink, causing damage and despair.
No, of course not.  My curling iron knows far better than to go traipsing off towards the tub.
I don’t have any small appliances.  I live under a rock, and have unruly hair and raw bread.
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Confucious Say:

She who waits on the unplugged toaster will be late for work.

Of a certain age…

I accompanied one of my dearest friends to her biopsy today**.  This occasion has caused me to think about breast cancer and the impact it can have on my life and the lives of people I love.

Today’s biopsy is the first (of many, I’m sure) amongst my friends.

As I was thinking about this trip to the hospital, I remembered a conversation that happened seven years ago with some women I worked with at Nortel about breast cancer and how many of their lives it had affected.  At that point, these women were mostly between 35 and 45, and I was struck by the fact that every one of them had either had a biopsy or their mother, sister or best friend had.

Several years after that, my own mom was diagnosed with breast cancer, and underwent a lumpectomy and radiation therapy.  She has been in remission for more than five years now, thankfully.

The risk of breast cancer increases with age.  And I and my friends are getting to be “that age”.  And this worries me.

For more info on breast cancer risks, see this quiz.  According to the numbers I’m looking at a 29% chance.  I know numbers are just numbers and probability doesn’t determine anything, but it’s still scary.

**NOTE:  the results are not in yet, obviously, but my friend’s radiologist was very positive and everything went well.  Positive thoughts are still appreciated, though**

UPDATED TO ADD: The biospy came back negative!!! YAH!!!!!

I am sick again

Horrible throat pain.  Boo hiss.

CONCERT DATE NEEDED — TONIGHT Friday

Members of Athens GA bands Cosmic Charlie and Fuzzy Sprouts will be teaming up to play the following Abbey Road LIVE! shows in celebration of George Harrison’s birthday. The band will be performing the Beatles’ Abbey Road album LIVE in its entirety, along with a slew of other Beatles material. Join us for these memorable and festive shows!

Doors: 8:30 pm
Show: 9:30 pm

Anyone want to go with me? I have two extra tickets – FREE!!! @Cat’s Cradle

Oh dear.

I still like the short story Ender’s Game (yes, much better than the novel, IMHO), but I have lost a great deal of respect for Orson Scott Card as a person.  I used to believe that the more intelligent someone was the more likely it would be that they would be open-minded.  Articles such as this one have caused me to seriously re-think this.

Orson’s style in this article reminds me of one of my other “favorite” conservatives, Bernie Reeves. Bernie is the publisher of Metro Magazine, a local publication that has a very good (and forward-thinking) music critic (Philip Van Vleck, who covers up-and-coming local “alternative” favorites such as Tift Merritt and Caitlin Cary), and incredibly (IMHO) narrow-minded viewpoints on just about everything else.

Aside: I *really* don’t understand the thinking here from a marketing point-of-view… the rest of the magazine is aimed at white, conservative upper-middle class, republican “professionals” — do they really think these people listen to Tift or Caitlin or Jon Shain?  Last I checked, the folks at these shows (at the Cat’s Cradle and the Lincoln Theater were wearing t-shirts with political statements more along the line of “LOVE YOUR COUNTRY FEAR YOUR GOVERNMENT” than “I *heart* George Bush.”  But anyway.

For whatever reason they keep sending me this magazine, even though I’ve never subscribed and would never subscribe.  Weird.

Anyway, here’s a typical statement from Bernie Reeves:

Talking trash: In a weird confluence of extremism from the far sides of the political spectrum, citizens of Raleigh are being herded into a gulag of misery. The Politburo we used to call the City Council is being shoved into policies concocted by the City staff apparatchiks—themselves serving extreme pressure groups—and are instituting a trial garbage pick-up scheme. Citizens are to forego twice-a-week yard collection to once-a-week curbside pick-up after stuffing their trash in special containers provided by Big Brother himself.

It appears that the North Raleigh anti-tax zealots have teamed up with the fanatic environmentalists to screw the taxpayers.

Yep.  They’re picking up the trash once a week in standardized containers (which are more easily handled by the trucks).  Truly an outrage.

Here’s another beaut:

Today school is dominated by a hodge-podge of unrelated and contradictory ersatz values cooked up by political theorists to attempt to please every passing fad. If things go wrong at home with students, there is no longer a core system at school to absorb the student, just counseling, another field afflicted with superficial theories. Learning is spasmodic, social interaction is polluted by the fear of upsetting the politically correct regime, and the delicate yet tempestuous interaction between the sexes is a minefield of potential danger. The new educational regime disdains normal male behavior and elevates the female. Problem kids are always boys, nine times out of 10. Is there a connection between the emasculation of the male and the violence in schools today? Even participation in athletics requires a balancing act and obeisance to an artificial reality between the sexes.

Aye yi yi.

Ok, so what was my point?  Oh yeah, Orson Scott Card’s article seems to be coming from this same (frighteningly small-minded) point-of-view.  Here’s a quote from OSC:

[…] not only are two sexes required in order to conceive children, children also learn their sex-role expectations from the parents in their own family. This is precisely what large segments of the Left would like to see break down. And if it is found to have unpleasant results, they will, as always, insist that the cure is to break down the family even further.

HUH?  What does the marriage of two loving, consenting adults have to do with sex-role expectations of children in a two-parent, heterosexual family?

And a little more:

What happens now if children grow up in a society that overtly teaches that homosexual partnering is not “just as good as” but actually is marriage?

Once this is regarded as settled law, anyone who tries to teach children to aspire to create a child-centered family with a father and a mother will be labeled as a bigot and accused of hate speech.
[…]
The propaganda mill will pound our children with homosexual marriage as a role model. We know this will happen because we have seen the fanatical Left do it many times before.
[…]
In other words, society will bend all its efforts to seize upon any hint of homosexuality in our young people and encourage it.

I think he’s genuinely trying to make the argument that if homosexual marriage is legal, it will somehow create more gay kids and that will somehow derail the “reproductive train” of our country.

Now I’m depressed.

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