tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106245222024-03-13T00:52:49.596-07:00terribleshyI've been missing in action for one year and 354 days.terribleshyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495476636703388008noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624522.post-19931473879915384472009-02-26T18:08:00.001-08:002009-02-26T18:08:55.834-08:00Can't have mine, sorry dude<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6dOUrTIz9SnSEN_2PxVpkn8iofbH_SMHNHTminJTT7f5ZVAt4_4GK91jYPXz5xbwvgLbrK7bz_ypGUZZw7aKDjQA5XgZB6R8X3tJsA3MOxUqK0-oi1xtdjFj8yDYLyc9eYhc1bg/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6dOUrTIz9SnSEN_2PxVpkn8iofbH_SMHNHTminJTT7f5ZVAt4_4GK91jYPXz5xbwvgLbrK7bz_ypGUZZw7aKDjQA5XgZB6R8X3tJsA3MOxUqK0-oi1xtdjFj8yDYLyc9eYhc1bg/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307293351840545794" /></a>terribleshyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495476636703388008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624522.post-74713452952578945732008-08-16T15:30:00.001-07:002008-08-16T15:31:18.650-07:00(?) !?!??!?!?!?!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw4TFbcyA7EPW56Tg1_JRpPlzr3vwhAm9D8SJdtNjnJ1lk1CGx5UaOwCPdOv5CRPHOBvpl8ut9HQdTtRv9dOBMux8vmoYsoOBnXlGIqOV-mMiI5e66AR7VTkO2pbNP8fPkEoIDJg/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw4TFbcyA7EPW56Tg1_JRpPlzr3vwhAm9D8SJdtNjnJ1lk1CGx5UaOwCPdOv5CRPHOBvpl8ut9HQdTtRv9dOBMux8vmoYsoOBnXlGIqOV-mMiI5e66AR7VTkO2pbNP8fPkEoIDJg/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235246612488764818" /></a>terribleshyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495476636703388008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624522.post-85803045305870546682008-08-05T17:54:00.000-07:002008-08-05T17:57:40.736-07:00mini-pin design contest!I just started a mini-pin design contest for "Yes! on 2" You can join my group on Facebook here:<br /><br />http://www.new.facebook.com/group.php?gid=26677883178&ref=mf<br /><br /><br />or just send your submissions to terribleshy@gmail.com<br /><br />I'm going to pick ten of the best designs and produce the buttons myself in September. At that time I'll post information on how to get a bunch yourself to sport around town and hand out to hipster teenagers. They love mini-pins like whoa. (Who am I kidding, IIII love mini pins!)<br /><br />no design or slogan will be used without permission, so please put in your email submission that you give your permission for me to reproduce your idea on a mini-pin.<br /><br />thanks!terribleshyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495476636703388008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624522.post-4147853332583844102008-03-26T14:26:00.000-07:002008-03-26T14:36:33.248-07:00the potential for class action<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnzOS4n1ki_iRoX04pG-zlYhduCvyh4NpMAAqFfEwxQ9wqW2nyNJQYqC1NhKKq47Qj2hDmNkmcfOtkIvewJTvYcQQWdpYe-MfBOYWZgF5yLLAD9icFOUoj966tht-SJMtciQ4Wgg/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnzOS4n1ki_iRoX04pG-zlYhduCvyh4NpMAAqFfEwxQ9wqW2nyNJQYqC1NhKKq47Qj2hDmNkmcfOtkIvewJTvYcQQWdpYe-MfBOYWZgF5yLLAD9icFOUoj966tht-SJMtciQ4Wgg/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182165240269042290" /></a><br /><br />So anyone is welcome to take me to task on this, or offer their own opinion, but I really feel like Netflix members who do not have a Windows computer should get a discount on their service.<br /><br />I've been a Netflix member for a few years now, and I find that I go through these cycles, where I'm watching a lot of movies (I'm usually single during this cycle, or poor, or a combination of the two) or not really watching them at all. But I really honestly feel like, and other friends on Netflix agree, that if I were able to watch movies instantly on my computer and not wait for them in the mail, my usage would go through the roof!<br /><br />I realize that Netflix is working to resolve the issue and cater to their Mac constituency, but I just don't think they should get away with charging me the same monthly fee as PC members who I know in my bones are getting triple the Netflix fun that I'm getting. <br /><br />Just because I have the option to put some Windows platform program on my Mac shouldn't release Netflix from their responsibility to me to offer me the same value that PC users get for the same price. I don't want to put some crappy Windows program runner like Boot Camp on my computer. I feel like Windows is the devil, and will eat my computer alive. I cannot be convinced otherwise. I have a (perhaps) irrational fear of Windows trashing apart my beloved little Powerbook that I can't afford to replace.<br /><br />I know, I know. A small little insignificant nuance of daily life, trite really in the grand scheme of things. But what about that guy who sued Airborne? Not that I'm terribly interested in suing any corporations, but isn't this kind of illustrative (on a tiny scale) of why we're in this big economic jumble right now?<br /><br />Okay, so maybe not. But I'm sure you feel me. Especially if you're scared of PCs.terribleshyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495476636703388008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624522.post-87662387209909178472008-02-20T10:56:00.000-08:002008-02-20T10:57:50.898-08:00missing eyesI can't find my glasses, which means I can drive and work and brush my hair but I can't read very easily. So I've not read a thing in over two weeks, except for work emails.<br />How did I lose my eyes??terribleshyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495476636703388008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624522.post-41646117347162590522008-02-05T14:12:00.000-08:002008-02-05T14:20:42.579-08:00Super Fat TuesdayI loved <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/02/05/us/politics/05parties.html"></a> this New York Times article about Super Tuesday, because it's kind of how I feel. I had to go to a few (yes, a few) different polling places this morning before I got to put in my two cents. Add placing-a-provisional-ballot-and-my-vote-being-pointless-fear to my list of irrational fears. <br /><br />Also, I just had my first first culture shock in a couple years when I tried to explain Fat Tuesday to my Californian co-workers. So in honor of my Eastern/Irishness I'm putting in a recipe for Polish Paczki (people in Detroit call them poonch-key, which I am sure is correct but I'm like, incapable of saying it that way and so always murder the pronunciation.) Yes, they're Polish but I'm telling you, in my experience Irish-American Catholics are also way down. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/3a/Paczki.jpg/706px-Paczki.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/3a/Paczki.jpg/706px-Paczki.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Ingredients:<br /><br />1 ½ cups milk<br />2 envelopes yeast<br />1 tsp. Salt<br />½ cup sugar<br />3 egg yolks<br />1 whole egg<br />1 tsp. vanilla<br />½ tsp. mace or ½ tsp. Nutmeg<br />½ cup butter or margarine<br />4 ½ cups flour<br />Procedure:<br /><br />Scald milk and allow it to cool to lukewarm. Dissolve yeast in milk.<br />Add sugar and butter and beat until fluffy. Add eggs, salt, and flavoring.<br />Add flour and milk gradually, mixing well.<br />Cover with a damp towel and let rise in a warm place until double in size (about 2 ½ hours).<br />Punch down, knead, and let rise again for about 1 hour.<br />Place dough on lightly floured surface and knead.<br />Pinch off balls of dough about 1 ½” in diameter.<br />Deep fry in very hot oil, turning when needed. Fry until dark brown, or it won’t be cooked through.<br />Let cool and fill.<br /><br /><br />Filling:<br /><br />You will need a pastry bag (bought cheaply at most stores…even dollar stores) with a long nozzle. Fill the bag with either jelly or the custard recipe below:<br /><br />Ingredients:<br /><br />½ cup granulated sugar<br />¼ cup flour<br />1 ½ cup milk<br />6 large egg yolks<br />2 tsp. Vanilla extract<br />Pinch of salt<br /><br /><br />Procedure:<br /><br />In a saucepan, mix sugar and flour together.<br />Gradually whisk in milk, egg yolks, vanilla, and salt.<br />Bring to a boil over medium heat; boil for one minute, whisking constantly.<br />Strain through a sieve into a bowl to get out the clumps.<br />Press plastic wrap on the surface to prevent a film from forming. Chill for 30 minutes.<br />When chilled, place in pastry bag and fill Paczki.<br /><br /><br />Glaze:<br /><br />Mix 2 ½ cups powdered sugar and 2 tblsp. honey. Add water until consistency is rather thick. Too much water and it will be runny. You want the glaze to stay on the Paczki as much as possible.,Spoon onto the Paczki and enjoy.terribleshyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495476636703388008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624522.post-18774487209094885322007-11-20T20:01:00.001-08:002008-01-16T16:07:43.331-08:00Autumn Reading (and watching) ListAs promised, here are the books I was able to make it through on my wonderful vacation. I've also added in a couple of movies I saw. Ps. I know you're supposed to underline book titles but I don't know how to format that so you'll have to settle for quotes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51HmutoySsL._AA240_.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51HmutoySsL._AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />"The Street of A Thousand Blossoms" by Gail Tsukiyama<br /><br />This was a really lovely fiction work that followed the life of one Tokyo family from the middle-end of the Second World War to around the sixties, with well incorporated side-stories scattered within relating to the supporting characters. Historically this was a nice piece of fiction, if not a little tame for my tastes (sometimes I worried the author was writing in a style anticipating a young child would accidentally pick it up.) There were times when I felt the story was consciously PG'd, if only because at others, like the passage concerning the night of the Tokyo firebombs was scathingly bleak and graphic. Overall, a quick and enjoyable read, and at times quite a page-turner.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/13710000/13711142.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/13710000/13711142.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />"The Supreme Court: The Personalities and Rivalries that Shaped America" by Jeffrey Rosen<br /><br />I ordered this from Barnes and Nobles after reading a great interview of Supreme Court Justice John Paul Stevens <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/09/23/magazine/23stevens-t.html?_r=1&oref=slogin"></a><br />The ordering was pretty painless; it cost me $2.50 but the book was discounted since I was ordering it so it worked out and also arrived pretty quickly. Basically in this book the author sets up three or four comparisons of two justices of the same era and makes examples of how their personalities played major roles in policy making, with the exception of Marshall vs. Jefferson, as Jefferson never sat on the court. I found this to also be a good read, accessible but still smart, with notes on the cases in the back in case you needed them. I always felt a little mystified by the Supreme Court and wanted to learn more about it as I never felt is was adequately covered in any of my classes. I think this was a good start on the subject for me, and I'll probably look for another title on the same subject as soon as I have some free time again.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb85tKfrTE4IrJEhNhrelHC9TsOK45W4aOeD6We1IBlbOhkgcNsgbaWTdcqQpEuvaAacH6xpOYMlobZJk9iX2Pd0ViQfK2Z98gKLrptvap-cRqW_xflrsD_jeVYHlRp80MHhv9UA/s1600-h/11SJSAPN8ZL._AA60_.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb85tKfrTE4IrJEhNhrelHC9TsOK45W4aOeD6We1IBlbOhkgcNsgbaWTdcqQpEuvaAacH6xpOYMlobZJk9iX2Pd0ViQfK2Z98gKLrptvap-cRqW_xflrsD_jeVYHlRp80MHhv9UA/s320/11SJSAPN8ZL._AA60_.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156230301753388066" /></a><br />"Life of A Poet: Rainer Maria Wilke" by Ralph Freedman<br /><br />I bought this on impulse at the Hammer bookstore (they have a pretty great store with a great selection, albeit not so well organized or user friendly) as Wilke has always been among my most very favorite poets (coming to his works as a result of being a Rainer Maria fan- how lame and high school hipster is that!)<br />The work is definitely an academic, and not pop/mass market endeavor. The best part about it is that it makes a unique turn to combine critical investigation and interpretation of Wilke's prose with the influence of his life's events. The not so good part is the excruciating detail the account often veers into. Seriously though, I don't think Wilke's English muffin on Wednesday and his croissant on Friday made that big of a difference to his creative trajectory. Okay, so that's an exaggeration, but I promise you a not-too-far-off one. This was a much slower read than everything else I had my nose in last month, and to be perfectly honest I'm still a little shy of polishing it off. But that's probably because I got in the habit of always saving it for last (to help me fall asleep.)<br /><br />I also picked up the latest installment of the art theory and criticism journal "October," looking forward to Rosalind Krauss' Sol leWitt tribute/investigation. The rest of the issue is related to Vertov, and I'd be a lame-o poser if I tried to pretend I was some kind of know-it-all Vertov enthusiast so that bit while intersting was a little wasted on me. The Krauss was good, dense, and interesting, as is, if you really want to get your nerd on, the Jeff Wall article in the most recent issue of "Afterall."<br /><br /><br />And a few oldies, newies, and in-betweenies that I liked/disliked that you might want to see/avoid:<br /><br />Blame it on Fidel Thumbs-up<br />Transformers Thumbs-down, unfortunately :(<br />Mighty Heart Thumbs-in-between<br />The Chorus (French) Thumbs-up<br />Elizabeth (the newest) Thumbs-in-between<br />The Lives of Others Thumbs-way-up!<br /><br />And I saw this ages ago, but if you haven't sent Kolya you should see it. You should rent it for Thanksgiving, and make your relatives suffer through it. That or Goodbye Lenin<br /><br />Gobble gobble<br />xo rterribleshyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495476636703388008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624522.post-42492065084403804112007-09-24T22:01:00.000-07:002007-09-26T20:40:36.157-07:00The scarf that never existedI've been on the search for the world's most perfect Autumn scarf pattern since July, and I'm approaching my threshold for patience- the sadness, I'm afraid is waiting to be unleashed. Suss Designs had a great sale before they skipped over to their new location next door and I scored a ball of some of the most lovely hand spun wool ever in this super sexy deep red. I was only able to find one ball though, so I will only be able to get a scarf out of it. I imagined it as my ultimate, super chic Fall mega-accessory, turning heads every step I take. Kind of like those Diesel sunglasses I tried on with Dave, and subsequently had a Mentos-ish dream about being on the beach; my smile flashing under my flattering shades, friends laughing and enjoying beach recreation, Karate Kid One style all around me complete with boom box, sun-kissed skin and volleyballs.<br /><br />A very nice member of a knitting message board I frequent gave me this pattern, which is the closest I've come to what I'm picturing;<br /><br />CO 13<br />1: k2tog k4 yo k1 yo k4 k2tog<br />2: knit<br /><br />I started out by slimming the whole thing down to CO 9, because I want something way skinny and long to really feel like it reflects this Season's vibe. I also want something really holey and loopy, that isn't quite a lace but just really baggy yet delicate looking. So then I tried alternating the YO to different spots in the pattern and it still felt really bulky and patterny. Then I tried ditching the knit row all together and alternating once again and I just feel like the holes are too small and too close together and it still looks too bulky. I am kind of thinking about going out and getting needles that are way too big a gauge for the yarn and trying the pattern, to see if it loopies the whole deal up, but being quite the novice I fear breaking some sort of unspoken knitting law by doing so. Like I'm cutting corners or making some unforgivable cheat. Then again, it's my fucking scarf, so who gives a rat's patoot how I got there, right?<br /><br />To top it off, I googled "holey scarf" and got a bunch of links to people who posted "non-holey" patterns. WTF?! Anyway, it's late and I worked today on my day off, so I don't have any more patience left to go for this tonight. Maybe in my often lucid dreams I'll have some kind of knitting epiphany.<br /><br />Or maybe some knitting guru out there will comment me with the exact pattern I've been searching both the real and the cyber world for, as if they had a direct line into the depths of my textile loving heart.<br /><br />Brought in a dresser. Getting a new roommate. Surprise love attack.terribleshyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495476636703388008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624522.post-11891857274141448912007-08-13T20:54:00.000-07:002007-08-13T20:56:55.886-07:00Red bean chili with butternut squash and okraSo I really wish I would have had my camera for this one because in the end it's really a beautiful stew- very colorful. I made a couple of substitutes and it seemed to work out just fine. For one, I used Anasazi beans instead of kidney beans. They are my favorite beans and have a really wonderful, nutty flavor that is a little more nuanced than kidney beans, but still pretty meaty. I also subbed spaghetti squash for butternut squash because I had a ton that Julia gave me for free from her garden. The nice thing about it is you don't have to peel it like the butternut. I will warn you though, this recipe makes a fucking shit ton, so either maybe make half or be prepared to eat chili for the rest of your natural life. Thank god Nick's favorite food is chili. (he says that I took chili to the next level, and he is a chili connoisseur)<br /><br />xoxoxor<br />******ps. it looks like a big production with this long list of ingredients, but don't be put off, it's really super easy!******<br /><br />3 cups dried kidney beans (or anasazi beans)<br />1 2-3 inch piece of kombu (you can usually buy it dried in a health or asian food store)<br />1 bay leaf (I usually get a batch of super big ones at the Indian market for hella cheap)<br />3 tablespoons olive oil<br />2 large onions, chopped<br />3 large carrots, 1/2" chopped pieces<br />2 pounds butternut or spaghetti squash, in 1/2" cubes (you will need to peel the butternut)<br />4 stalks celery, 1/2" pieces<br />1 red and 1 green bell pepper, diced<br />1 jalapeno chile, minced<br />1/4 cup minced garlic<br />8 ounces 1/2" chopped okra<br />14 1/2 ounces whole canned tomatoes with own juices, pureed<br />6 ounces tomato paste<br />3 tablespoons blended chili powder<br />2 tablespoons rubbed dried sage (I used fresh because I like it better, minced)<br />2 tablespoons sea or kosher salt<br />1 teaspoon red pepper flakes<br />1 1/2 cups veggie stock<br />1 cup chopped cilantro<br />1/4 cup tamari<br /><br />Soak beans overnight with kombu. Rinse, add bay leaf and simmer for 30 minutes in five cups of new, clean water until cooked but still very firm. Try to skim off the weird bean film that boils up as you go. The kombu really aids in digestion and preserves the flavor of the beans so if you can track it down it's worth it!<br />Heat the olive oil in a separate LARGE skillet and add the onions and carrots. Cook through for a couple of minutes and then add the ingredients in about this order, letting them cook through a little as you go along; squash, celery, peppers, chile and garlic. Then add okra, tomato puree and paste, spices (except cilantro) and cook through about five minutes. Add entire mixture to beans with their cooking water (be sure to remove kombu and bay leaf right before!)<br />Cover and simmer for about fifteen minutes. The chili should thicken up and the flavors will really come together. Right when you take it off the heat, add the tamari and the cilantro.<br />Delicious!terribleshyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495476636703388008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624522.post-75042170069399504902007-07-30T17:25:00.000-07:002007-07-30T17:29:38.858-07:00P.T.S.D.-RI guess when Lindsay Lohan was about seventeen, she said on television that we carry all the baggage of our past relationships into all of our new ones. Not bad, Lindsay; makes me forgive you a tiny bit for your incident in the Denali last week.terribleshyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495476636703388008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624522.post-33758769177399508452007-07-21T17:27:00.000-07:002007-07-21T17:28:08.542-07:00the jars of quality preserves are disproportionately small to the peanut butterthe worse the jam, the bigger the jar.terribleshyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495476636703388008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624522.post-34836326134965655272007-05-21T08:42:00.000-07:002007-05-21T08:57:42.056-07:00I just had a dream about Michel, and leapt from bed to write it before I forgotMichel and I were moving together to some giant city, only we were in some sort of alternate present or creepy future; a post-industrial, post-digital, industrial city on a raging ocean shore. Everything- the buildings, the roads, the streets, and all the machines were colossal reformations of our machines of today. Only the machines were stacked and connected to become fifty times larger than the scale of today, almost like Transformers. At the same time, the wild animals were far greater in number, which I found to be an unexpected detail of such a gnarly, dirty and mechanic landscape, and everyone was careful not to disturb the giant elephant seals lounging on the coast among the mechanical detritus, or the serene plains animals criss-crossing the busy boulevards.<br />Michel found a job in a grocery shipping factory, which stretched 600 delapitated stories into the clouds, and only had exterior walls on three sides of the building. They made new people work on the uncovered side and sometimes during our shift we would see a silent body slip into the clouds and disappear.<br />She worked the giant machines like a pro, especially one in which she climbed into and operated with a small joystick that extended her arms to become enormous yellow iron ones that scooped up handfuls of melons and corn and dumped them into pallets. I remember towards the end of the dream watching her work swiftly, seeing her fragile skin brush past rusty rotating gears so dangerously, and feeling sick, looking up at her smiling down at me.<br />At the end of the dream, Michel and I made a trip to the ocean side. You had to climb these long rickety ladders to reach the sand, and the waves themselves were crazy and crashed in every direction instead of just toward the land. Some of the waves rose stories high and then just collapsed on themselves in an explosion of mist. Perhaps the huge sea wall we climbed down was built to protect the strange city from the schizophrenic ocean, but the fall of the waves never hit further than the wet sand at their edge.<br />The elephant seals lifted their heads and watched us half-interested as we approached the water. Giant albatross the size of airplanes glided above, blocking the sun, and in whose shadow ice boulders would grow in just a second. Just before I woke, Michel turned to me and smiled, squeezing my hand, and the giant albatross dipped low to pick us up, and carried us into the grey clouds.terribleshyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495476636703388008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624522.post-85215152656014621712007-05-16T16:38:00.000-07:002007-05-16T16:40:58.986-07:00goodness graciousI haven't written here in almost exactly two years. Welcome back, terribleshy; older and wiser, albeit a fraction of a second less optimistic, with a touch of broken heart.terribleshyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495476636703388008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624522.post-1113708408692680172005-04-16T20:17:00.000-07:002005-04-16T20:26:48.693-07:00the best kind of surprisesI have a mail thing. I have all this romanticism and nostalgia associated with mail; maybe because I moved so much when I was little. When my parents got divorced I was in junior high. I had this best friend named Jennifer who was this beautiful petite redhead. Anyway, Jen and I had zero friends because we went to an inner city school and we liked Green Day and the Smashing Pumpkins and wore all this flannel. When I moved away, for over a year, she and I wrote these epic letters to each other- ten, twenty pages. I made a box special for them and saved them all in a green ribbon.<br />When email came around, I thought I would keep better contact with friends left behind when I moved since it was easier to keep in touch. Actually, I was even less likely to be remembered (or remember them) because as easy as it is to email someone, it's even easier to forget to email someone.<br /><br />So I love mail. I love sending mail. I only send beautiful mail. I send beautiful postcards or pretty stationary in hand-crafted envelopes with all kinds of artifacts and ephemera enclosed. I love getting mail. Any mail. And the only thing better than mail from friends is unexpected mail from friends. And the only thing better than that is unexpected mail from friends in other countries, and the only thing better than that is a lovingly compiled care-package from a friend abroad. <br /><br />Thanks friend. You nailed it.terribleshyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495476636703388008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10624522.post-1112169791278846492005-03-30T00:02:00.000-08:002005-03-30T00:07:27.320-08:00Calendar of Upcoming EventsHere are some very keen sounding events coming up, many having to do with film and art:<br /><br /> Wednesday March 30<br />This film is presented in conjuction with Fair Use: Appropriation in Recent Film and Video, an exhibition on view through May 29. Spin (1995) collects satellite feeds of TV personalities and politicians in front of a live camera with open microphones before they go on air and again during commercial breaks. Springers film unmasks the broadcasts, showing politicians being made up, covering up, and discussing their preferred prescription drugs.<br /><br />Friday April 1<br />Los Angeles Abstract Film and Video Workshop<br />As usual, it will be at 7:30pm at the Museum of Jurassic Technology 9341<br />Venice Boulevard Culver City, California 90232<br />http://www.johnadamczyk.com/workshop.html<br /><br />Saturday April 2<br />Kronos Quartet Performs<br />Time: Between 6:00 and 6:30 for dinner or cocktails at Cicada/8:00 performance<br />Where: Walt Disney Concert Hall<br />Cost: $65 Orchestra West section. Guests buy own food and drinks at Cicada.<br /><br />LACMA Late Night<br />Time: 8:00 to 11:00pm<br />Where: LACMA (on the Plaza)<br />Parking: Free lot parking after 7pm at Wilshire Blvd. and Spaulding Ave. and at Wilshire and Ogden Dr.<br />What to wear: Dancing shoes and a rain coat. Most outdoor areas are covered in case of rain.<br /><br />Monday, April 11<br />Time: 6-9 pm<br />Multimedia Arts by Youth & Homeless in Cities including Boston’s Chinatown, South Central and East L.A., and San Francisco<br />Speaker: Mike Blockstein<br />Location: Harris Hall Room 102, School of Fine Arts University of Southern California<br />Food: pastries and coffee<br /><br />Thursday April 14<br />8:30 p.m. Redcat Theatre<br />Opening night features avant-garde films from the 1920s, and will include rare screenings of three short films by Germaine Dulac, the first woman avant-gardist (accompaniment by CalArts pianists), René Clair's delightful dadaist provocation, Entr'acte (with Erik Satie's original score), and a spectacular archival print from the George Eastman House of Teinosuke Kinugasa's riveting and hallucinogenic experimental narrative A Page of Madness (accompanied by International Metal Supply).terribleshyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03495476636703388008noreply@blogger.com0