tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34046542011-04-21T12:56:05.205-07:00words of maya*Unaffiliated with the Maya graphics software, the Maya civilization, and Maya Angelou since 1977mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comBlogger2601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1119489263746367612005-06-22T17:53:00.000-07:002005-06-22T18:14:23.790-07:0099 centsTimes are tough. Probably tougher than we can bring ourselves to admit to anyone or ourselves. I imagine I'm breaking an unspoken agreement even writing about it. Whatever. Ignoring it is causing me even more stress. If I need to go someplace I try to walk because I can't afford gas.The movies and the videostore are off-limits.I got a bookstore gift certificate as an early birthday mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1118277397231037882005-06-08T16:34:00.000-07:002005-06-08T17:36:37.286-07:00the changing size of legosI did not attend my most recent high school reunion, held a few weeks ago at the ol' Choate campus. But that doesn't mean that I'm not 100% aware of the fact that roughly 10 years ago I walked across a small stage in a lack-of-sleep haze, dressed in an ivory dress I'd gotten from a friend who got it at a garage sale, picked up a lovely piece of paper that declared I had mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1117759984385756142005-06-02T17:51:00.000-07:002005-06-02T17:53:04.390-07:00I've got nothing.I know I should write and post but I'm just at a loss.I'm just in that space where I can't find it in me to be interesting.Grrrr.mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1117152975702578922005-05-26T16:39:00.000-07:002005-05-26T17:16:15.760-07:00Forgiving JusticeI didn't mention it because it was all so anti-climactic, but our long family nightmare recently came to an end.What a lie, it wil never end. But a key portion of it, the part that the world needed to know about and was all involved in, has ended.A deal was reached in the trial. Remaining charges against Josh's father (the cop) were dropped. His Stepmother pled out on her mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1116649798349003482005-05-20T21:24:00.000-07:002005-05-20T23:14:53.440-07:00The Figures of SkatingSo two nights ago I composed a brilliant post that closely resembes this one. Just before I published it, my computer froze. I hate that.X-Journal made a bunch of posts about figure skating, and that got me thinking back to my career as a skater. It sounds like the hours of instruction I had as a child would have been put to better use had our places been switched.When I wasmayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1116462817602584862005-05-18T17:21:00.000-07:002005-05-18T17:33:54.706-07:00Maya vs The PhoneI hate the phone. I hate chatting on it. I hate calling information on it. I hate ordering pizza with it. My dislike of the phone is well-documented.I think one of my circles of hell involves being forced to make cold calls.Work has slowed down for me. I've wrapped up everything I had in place before I left my job, and while I've been referred to lots of people who like me, and mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1115942088185254572005-05-12T16:40:00.000-07:002005-05-12T16:54:48.310-07:00According to GoogleMapsAccording to google, it is 2,027 miles between where I live now and where I grew up.It would take 1 day and 5 hours to drive itI would go through/near Las Vegas, Salt Lake City, Cheyenne, Lincoln, Omaha, and DubuqueThis is where I currently liveBut This is where I came fromIsn't it amazing?mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1115928635660874372005-05-12T12:51:00.000-07:002005-05-12T13:10:35.816-07:00The Price of My SoulI recently discovered the price of my soul. It is around $10 an hour.I always thought I'd hold out for a higher price, that my sense of what was right and wrong couldn't be bought, certainly not so damn cheaply.But a few weeks ago I stood inside a closed-in square of tables, a diver in a shark cage, the square getting ever-so-smaller as the tables were pushed in on all sides mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1111543180922644332005-03-22T17:51:00.000-08:002005-03-22T17:59:40.923-08:00misdirectionFrom looking at my referral logs, it seems that most people who come to my site are lost. They are either looking for Maya Angelou, or they are sent here from doing a google image search, which has one of my Prague pictures on the first page of results when you search for "Maya."Something like 7 out of 10 people who come here are lost.I wonder if they feel like they stumbled onto mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1111092180195981252005-03-17T11:50:00.000-08:002005-03-17T12:43:00.200-08:00StalkerOn of my dirty secrets is that I'm a cyberstalker. I seem to experience, more often than most people, an overwhelming need to know what random people that used to be in my lilfe are doing now.And it isn't limited to old boyfriends or close friends or anything like that. I find myself needing to know what the guy who sat next to me in English is doing. Or the track captain from my mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1111046719856718022005-03-16T23:54:00.000-08:002005-03-17T00:05:19.856-08:00The thing of itThis is the tricky part of my new freedom: I have to craft myself every moment. Each choice that I make about how to spend my time, or what work to go after, or what to say about what I do-- every little thing builds this new me. The stakes feel strangely high. I feel judged. I judge myself.My previous jobs allowed me to step into a form that was well-defined. All that was mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1109144104017626922005-02-22T23:04:00.000-08:002005-02-22T23:35:04.023-08:00Welcome to my tragedyAmerican Idol has started up again in earnest. I always get sucked in. I don't want to. I know the music is cheesy and half the people suck and dude, what drugs is Paula on, and where can I get them?I know all that.But I watch.Why do I watch?Because I love to sing.I fucking love to sing.But I can't really sing. It is the great tragedy of my life. I am smart and relativelymayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1107220109683573012005-01-31T16:52:00.000-08:002005-01-31T21:37:16.773-08:00How it is
So it has been 1 month since my last day at my old job. Many people have asked me how I like my new situation, working for myself, working from home.
I'd really love to be able to tell you that following your dream, taking back your life, jumping from safety is exciting and wonderful and fulfilling.
It is, sort of. But it is also hard, and annoying, and scary. And did I mention themayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1106064312160771292005-01-18T07:56:00.000-08:002005-01-18T08:05:12.160-08:00It's Over
It is always a little sad for me when an event is over. I work so hard, over so many months, and then the day comes when I am standing in an empty room packing boxes. The people I set out to entertain or to educate are in cars or in planes returning to their lives. I have to go home too, go home and on to the next thing.
This one is particularly hard because I don't know when I'll mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1103650228670446782004-12-21T09:19:00.000-08:002004-12-21T09:30:28.670-08:00Outside Safety
I hate this room. I hate the color on the walls. I hate the cracks around the door. I hate the carpet. I hate the chair that I sit in. I hate the windows, and the way that the sun comes through them, or doesn't.
I hate that there is only one working light bulb.
I hate the people that I share this room with.
I hate this room.
But I know it. I know everything about it. I mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1103055380591698302004-12-14T13:09:00.000-08:002004-12-14T12:16:31.850-08:00The gift that my iPod gave me
As many of you know I got an ipod mini for my birthday.
The greatest benefit of having an ipod was something I wasn't expecting:
It turns out I already own the music that I want.
Let me explain further. When I got my ipod, I immediately went to itunes and started poking around and making lists of songs that I wanted. But I didn't buy them, I wanted to pick and mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1102530896103633882004-12-08T10:20:00.000-08:002004-12-08T10:34:56.103-08:00yes, I suck
Good god it has been too long since I updated. My apologies. Things have been a little hectic. Big stuff has been going on. It isn't bad, just a little scary and possibly crazy and very time-consuming.
I am leaving my job.
I do not have another job. I am leaving to go full-time freelance, which will probably be a combination of the company I started last year and whatever elsemayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1099612946886498252004-11-04T09:20:00.000-08:002004-11-04T16:02:26.886-08:00watching it
my good friend is on a downward slide that I'm all too familair with. She's been depressed for a little while now, and in the last few weeks it has spiraled.
It has been nice having a friend who understood about the blackness. We would sometimes call each other, and want to get together, but both be too depressed to leave the house. So we'd try to figure out who was more depressedmayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1099500000387176112004-11-03T08:08:00.000-08:002004-11-03T08:40:00.386-08:00Tears
I actually have a hard time crying. Usually, when something genuinely tragic happens I am thinking so much, or holding myself at such a distance, that I can't cry. Of course, there are times when I am upset, or depressed, and something stupid might make me cry. But things that should make me cry usually don't.
But today I am trying to be calm. Today I am fighting back tears.
I just mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1099413549355093662004-11-02T08:13:00.000-08:002004-11-02T08:40:48.796-08:00Building a better vote-trap
I really don't understand it. I renewed my license in August, and when I renewed it I also changed my address and registered to vote at my new address. But then I noticed that Keith was getting all this voter-related goodness in the mail and I was not. But I knew I had re-registered to vote at the DMV. I had filled out the form and handed it to a state employee. Don'tmayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1097522595341781272004-10-11T13:23:00.000-07:002004-10-11T12:46:36.036-07:00These Arms
These arms are the hardest things to take. What are these arms? Who are these arms? They hang down along sides, they rest perfectly on laps. They bend only rarely. They are strong, they are under complete control. And they conclude in fists, always in fists. The fingers curled into themselves, the punch ready to be thrown. The arm lies along the table, and evokes in me a memory. mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1097522311737775332004-10-11T12:18:00.000-07:002004-10-11T12:18:31.736-07:00sea bagsmayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1094580822997205872004-09-07T10:52:00.000-07:002004-09-07T11:13:42.996-07:00Too Darn
I had so looked forward to the weekend. To the long weekend with no home baseball games. I had things I was going to do. I was going to polish the silver. And do laundry. And play with the cat. And watch TV. And read a book. And go to Disneyland. And have picnic. And call home. And call friends. And do some of those things. You know, those things that I never do?
Most of them mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1094143578294415322004-09-02T09:43:00.000-07:002004-09-02T09:46:18.293-07:00Baseball
For anyone who cares, I made a post on my baseball blog about the column and also posted the full text of my interview. I also try to convince people I'm not a stalker. Which is a hard thing to do, and it will probably amuse you very much.
mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1093976240670002572004-08-31T10:55:00.000-07:002004-08-31T11:17:20.670-07:00Caution
I am fairly certain that a friend of mine is going to be a contestant on a reality show. And not Trading Spaces or ElimiDate or something where you only have to deal with it for one episode. It looks as if she will be on a season-long show, the kind with eliminations. It's a new show, not an existing one. She hasn't said that she's on it. But I knew she was deep into the casting mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1093030767256730582004-08-20T12:38:00.000-07:002004-08-20T12:39:27.256-07:00Hiatus
I'm going to Europe to do site inspections in London and Geneva. So there will not be updates for another week. Not that there were updates here anyway.
mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1092348154681087952004-08-12T14:33:00.000-07:002004-08-12T15:02:34.680-07:00GI Josh
Something upsetting happened when I was out of the country last month.
As I mentioned before, Keith's brother Josh is enlisting in the Marines with the intention of going into the reserve.
He was scheduled to leave for training at the end of July.
I haven't seen Josh in forever. He graduated, but we were (understandably) not invited due to Keith being persona non grata with their mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1092248361172039652004-08-11T09:19:00.000-07:002004-08-11T11:19:21.173-07:00The Susie Singles
I am going to begin with an excerpt from an interview of Jon Stewart
MOYERS: People say, "Jon Stewart speaks for the middle man. He speaks for guys between the left and the right." And yet, I sometimes think you're letting the American people off too easily. They watch all of this cable stuff. STEWART: No. But this is… MOYERS: And they vote for these mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1092088710884292272004-08-09T14:48:00.000-07:002004-08-09T14:58:30.883-07:00Guess What?
The car that I've driven my entire adult life. This car. The one that I never picked out, never liked. The one I banged into walls without care, and steadfastly denied tuneups. That car? It isn't mine anymore.
I am now in posession of a happy, yellow, New Beetle!!
It has sunroof!
It has a CD player!
It is so cute and happy and fun.
I can't believe it's really mine. I'll postmayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1090611776311984962004-07-23T11:23:00.000-07:002004-07-23T12:42:56.310-07:00Best Birthday Ever
I have never really overcome the obstacle of having a summer birthday. When I was young, it usually worked out OK, even though I was deprived of a school celebration. But as I got older, it got worse. Summers were for enriching activities and experiences that usually took me far from home, not that it mattered, since by this point I was in boarding school and my friends mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1090356742557999582004-07-20T13:26:00.000-07:002004-07-26T09:58:21.366-07:00So Hard to Leave, Should I Just Stay?
I went back to Prague for a few days before going to Berlin. I went without Keith (a strange thing, to remove him from what is usually a shared experience). My friend Andrea, who currently lives in Croatia, met me there, and I was allowed the rare opportunity to show someone a place that I loved. I took her to highlights and to locations off the beaten mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1090297140212888092004-07-19T21:19:00.000-07:002004-07-19T21:19:00.213-07:00Where the Berlin Wall used to run in Potsdamer Platz-- right into my hotel!Posted by Hellomayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1090297092325127112004-07-19T21:18:00.000-07:002004-07-19T21:18:12.326-07:00Me in front of the Wall in Berlin (what is left of it). First picture of me I've ever posted here I think, wow. I'm just breaking all kinds of rules.Posted by Hellomayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1090297012130800462004-07-19T21:16:00.001-07:002004-07-19T21:16:52.130-07:00My best shot from Olshanska CemetaryPosted by Hellomayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1090296981367854062004-07-19T21:16:00.000-07:002004-07-19T21:16:21.366-07:00Nymph? at Olshanska CemetaryPosted by Hellomayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1090296901932326302004-07-19T21:15:00.000-07:002004-07-19T21:15:01.933-07:00More from Olshanska CemetaryPosted by Hellomayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1090296863865206702004-07-19T21:14:00.000-07:002004-07-19T21:14:23.866-07:00My favorite grave marker at Olshanska Cemetary in PraguePosted by Hellomayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1090296782958939882004-07-19T21:13:00.000-07:002004-07-19T21:13:02.956-07:00Cows on Parade in Prague (I swear they are following me, first Chicago, now Prague)Posted by Hellomayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1090296599422539392004-07-19T21:09:00.002-07:002004-07-19T21:09:59.423-07:00Prague StreetPosted by Hellomayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1090296598423922352004-07-19T21:09:00.001-07:002004-07-19T21:09:58.423-07:00Cathedral at Prague CastlePosted by Hellomayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1090296546836710122004-07-19T21:09:00.000-07:002004-07-19T21:09:06.836-07:00Prague CastlePosted by Hellomayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1090296448843223902004-07-19T21:07:00.000-07:002004-07-19T21:07:28.843-07:00Pictures from Prague and Berlin.Posted by Hellomayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1088438620058318962004-06-28T08:04:00.000-07:002004-06-28T09:08:54.600-07:00let's all go to the movies
There's a part in Annie where Daddy Warbucks takes his new "orphan" to the movies. This involves renting out the entire theatre, and changing into special frocks in a dance sequence that makes Ann Reinking look like the perfect babysitter. Annie the girl and Annie the film never really question the wastefullness of renting out an entire theatre in the midst of the mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1087571256942292322004-06-18T08:07:00.000-07:002004-06-18T08:54:13.433-07:00The Path HomePosted by Hello
The driveway to our house had to cross through the neighbors' land. There was no other way. The sunny spot at the end of the path is where our driveway meets the main road, in back of the camera is our yard and house. As you can see, the driveway was gravel, and hardly more than a path roughly carved out of the forest to guide us home and back to the world again. Amayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1087501710585477922004-06-17T12:41:00.000-07:002004-06-17T12:48:30.586-07:00Welcome me to geekworld
Today I did the following
1) Downloaded Firefox in the hope it would solve some of my web-browser woes
(I like it, although some aspects of it take getting used to, and some websites look like ass in it. Including, sadly, my Jeff DaVanon site. So all my new coding knowledge was for naught because the site looks like ass in Firefox, and it shouldn't if I did it right.)
mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1087342631998349512004-06-15T16:37:00.000-07:002004-06-15T16:37:33.983-07:00Trying out photoblogging with Hello! This is my best shot from when I was in Spain last year. This was taken on the Island of Tabarca mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1087323147739141942004-06-15T11:08:00.000-07:002004-06-15T11:12:27.740-07:00I am boring
I have nothing to say. I must really be boring.
What makes someone boring? Is it having nothing to say? Is it having nothing of interest to say? Is it having nothing of interest to offer at all? But if you have nothing of interest to offer, isn't that pretty interesting?
You could say nothing and be interesting. Who have you ever met that was truly boring and why?
I don't know mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1087102126410733802004-06-12T21:46:00.000-07:002004-06-12T21:48:46.410-07:00I'm not the only one
I had a surge in hits the last few days. Why? People madly searching (mostly on Google) for the difference between "lying in State" and "lying in repose". So at least I wasn't the only one confuzzled by the terminology. Welcome confused people to my weblog, I'm sorry I didn't have the answers you seeked (sook?,what the hell is the past tense of seek?)mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1086967252425779502004-06-11T08:15:00.000-07:002004-06-11T08:20:52.426-07:00Oh, and
My favorite Angels' player, Jeff DaVanon, had a nice game yesterday. He drove in the winning run! Also, Raul Mondesi, who was acquired a few weeks ago to basically take Jeff's place, is going to be out for most of the rest of the season with an injury to his quad.
So this is a nice time to unveil my new, rather pathetic, obsession-based weblog Watching Jeff DaVanon I'm still tweaking mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1086966929251796142004-06-11T08:14:00.000-07:002004-06-11T08:15:29.253-07:00Happy Birthday Keith!
Today is Keith's Birthday. Wish him a happy one :)
mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1086889262874299892004-06-10T10:36:00.000-07:002004-06-10T10:41:02.876-07:00fonts are hard
I am teaching myself CSS and other webpage design stuff so that I can
a) Have a new weblog devoted to my favorite baseball player that doesn't look fugly
b)tweak the weblog I set up for my employer so that it looks less like I did it and we have no money. This is complicated by the fact that it is a Typepad weblog and I haven't even figured out if typepad uses Moveable Type mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1086733727279802962004-06-08T15:22:00.000-07:002004-06-08T15:28:47.280-07:00I don't think I love anyone that much
As I was getting ready for work this morning at 6 am, I heard the most disturbing thing on the news. Now all week it has been all Reagan all the time, to the point where I am dying to know what the hell the difference is between "lying in repose" and "lying in state" and just plain "lying there". But this morning I heard, at 6 am, that traffic from the mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1086710167032129092004-06-08T08:54:00.000-07:002004-06-08T08:56:07.033-07:00 quite possibly the embodiment of irony
There is a new campaign in LA urging drivers to "watch the road"
the signs, ads and banners for this campaign adorn buses and billboards and benches
and fly high from streetlamps.
Am I supposed to watch the road? Or read the banners?mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1086631967408705832004-06-07T10:22:00.000-07:002004-06-07T11:12:47.410-07:00I am so in training to kick your ass
I finally started going to Krav Maga 2 weeks ago. I won 6 months of it in a raffle back in Feb., but put off going untill I'd be out of town a little less, and the planets were aligned or something. Krav Maga is a self defense and fighting discipline pioneered by the Israelis and based on working with what is most effective and what the body naturally wants mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1086207735941698712004-06-02T12:30:00.000-07:002004-06-02T13:22:15.940-07:00I don't understand women
I recently checked out from the library a book, Dark ,um, something of other by Christine Freehan. This is a very popular author who writes paranormal romances, and is best known for her series of books all entitled Dark ___________ about sort-of vampires called Carpathians. The thing is that the Carpathians are just like Vampires -- what with the immortal and mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1086112366711557662004-06-01T10:04:00.000-07:002004-06-07T08:07:49.663-07:00Yo, snap, I fear that today's youth ain't being edumacated
This is much funnier when Keith tells it.
I'm just trying to prepare you for this anecdote not exactly transferring properly into cyberspace.
Since Keith is now on a semi-permanent vacation, he fils his days watching movies and baseball. He went to see Troy a week or so ago, and was amazed at the level of ignorance displayed by his mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1085160574823066462004-05-21T10:00:00.000-07:002004-05-21T10:29:34.823-07:00advice from meg
Meg Cabot is the author of The Princess Diaries and a bunch of other books that span the YA/Romance/Historical/Scifi genres. She covers a lot of genres, it's kind of amazing actually. For a while she even had a different name in each genre, which had to have been confusing. Anyway, she is probably at her best in the YA genre, she is so good at doing first-person teenage girl mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1084918217714449292004-05-18T15:07:00.000-07:002004-05-18T15:10:17.713-07:00gmail
If any of y'all are desperate for a gmail account, I have some invitations I can send. Thought I'd ask friends before taking it to the open market e-mail me at mayamail@gmail.com (They put a 5 character limit on aliases so I couldn't just be "Maya" grrrr!!)mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1084832230807169442004-05-17T14:07:00.000-07:002004-05-17T15:17:10.806-07:00white v bd. of ed.
I tend to hang out with people who are like me. I think most people do. I'm drawn to people who are like me. If I have to start a conversation with someone at a cocktail party, I'll pick the one who seems most like me on the surface-- closest in age, closest in style of dress, closest in relative level of attractiveness, closest in eyeglass frame style, closest even to the mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1084561190844871392004-05-14T11:41:00.000-07:002004-05-14T11:59:50.843-07:00the floor is falling, also
the axe
I can't tell you how much I love working in a construction zone. Yesterday, the paint fumes were so bad that I finally gave up and went to work from home. Only I was still high from the fumes and slept for 2 solid hours when I got there.
There is also a teeny tiny problem with the renovations. It's just a little thing really. See, they removed a wall in mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1084474161041707302004-05-13T11:38:00.000-07:002004-05-13T11:49:21.040-07:00look, it's a link
I found this incredibly interesting story the other day, and have thought of little else since then. It's an incredibly complete overview of the ways in which virtual worlds are becoming real, and, most surprisingly, becoming really great places to test out economic and poilitical theories in a nearly-ideal way. Did you know that the Simms online has a mafia? Or that one mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1084388093565662712004-05-12T11:15:00.000-07:002004-05-12T11:54:53.566-07:00What is it good for?
War is good for a few things. I feel like this sometimes gets overlooked. And can I try to head off arguments by saying that I know that any person's death is a tragedy and the cost can't be measured, but the death of some number of people is inevitable at any time, and is certainly inevitable in war. Just because war kills people doesn't undo the good things it can do.mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1084212089710690012004-05-10T10:22:00.000-07:002004-05-10T11:01:29.710-07:00 reading is good
So the thing people are doing today is posting this list of books on their weblogs and bolding the books that they've read. So here you go
Beowulf
Achebe, Chinua - Things Fall Apart
Agee, James - A Death in the Family
Austen, Jane - Pride and Prejudice
Baldwin, James - Go Tell It on the Mountain
Beckett, Samuel - Waiting for Godot
Bellow, Saul - The Adventures of Augie mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1083951242722537372004-05-07T09:59:00.000-07:002004-05-07T15:05:41.140-07:00in detail
I think I want to write, but it is hard to concentrate. I work in a construction zone now. I've forgotten quiet. I play my music louder to make the loud construction seem less loud. My desk moves as the floor beneath it is pounded. There is tapping on my windows and strange men peer over my shoulder as they paint and fix the windows. For weeks this has gone on, and it will mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1083856724603013122004-05-06T08:03:00.000-07:002004-05-06T08:21:57.670-07:00Hey look, it's filler!
I know that everyone has been anxiously awaiting the results of the AAR 2003 Cover Contest, celebrating the best and worst of romance novel covers, and they are here
Sometimes I'm really proud of the level of sophistication the readers show when they vote on these things, and sometimes I am bemused by how quick they are to vote for a pretty face.
The only thing really mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1083599521911260442004-05-03T08:44:00.000-07:002004-05-03T08:55:01.310-07:00Motivational Crisis (TM Eulalia)
It has been hot here in LA, and it isn't supposed to be hot so early in the year. I wake up in the middle of the night and search for water. I sit on the couch and contimplate the hotness of the couch, the way I can feel the sweat forming at my knees. I try to figure out if it is hot enough *yet* to turn on the air conditioner. I sleep too much, because that mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1083365988047963332004-04-30T15:35:00.000-07:002004-04-30T16:04:53.623-07:00law school dream
last night I had a dream that I was in law school.
I should back up a bit more...
Last night I finished reading "What Should I Do With My Life?" by Po (what kind of a name is Po?) Bronson. It is a nonfiction book that tells the stories of people struggling with that question, some of who found the answer, and some who haven't. It is not a how to book, although Po cannot helpmayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1082999040311906522004-04-26T09:34:00.000-07:002004-04-26T10:08:21.640-07:00the flowers on the table
I came home Thursday night to find roses on the table.
Last night, the flowers were already drooping, sagging, on the verge of letting go of their petals.
I hate time, I hate the endlessness of it, and I hate the effect it has on everything- as water wears away at stone, so too do all the flowers die, so too does my hair continue to grow, so too does dirt immediately mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1082758730575044002004-04-23T15:16:00.000-07:002004-04-23T15:21:50.936-07:00Something to do with a tax refund
If you are getting a tax refund, or happen to have a spare $10, $20, or $100, please consider supporting Eulalia as she raises money for Breast Cancer research in honor of her mother who died 20 years ago.
linkmayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1081870248795949582004-04-13T08:25:00.000-07:002004-04-13T08:33:38.780-07:00incontravertable proof that I've read a book
Went to the library the other day, and actually looked through the stacks to find a book instead of just picking up things I had on hold. I was investigating a title that I didn't think I'd read before, and was considering checking out. It looked marginally interesting. The cover flap descriptions didn't ring any bells. I was finishing the back mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1081537784653191922004-04-09T11:55:00.000-07:002004-04-09T14:24:28.560-07:00it's good to want things
There was an article in the WSJ today about buying "cheap" art, and it made me wistful. I have some minature prints and paintings I've collected over the years, and some nice prints that my parents gave us when we first set up housekeeping-- but I really love art, and owning art has been such a big part of my life, and it makes me sad that I haven't really aquired mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1081443498657515952004-04-08T13:29:00.000-07:002004-04-08T13:32:25.576-07:00The Best Revenge
As of yesterday morning, Keith's little brother Josh is officially committed to being a Marine. He swore some sort of oath or took some sort of pledge or stood on his head for some determined amount of time. I'm sketchy ont he details. He heads out for training at the end of July, after that he'll do six months active duty and then come back because he has signed on for the mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1081370985114978922004-04-07T13:46:00.000-07:002004-04-07T13:52:29.123-07:00tales of the afternoon commute
I saw a very strange thing yesterday on the way home. There was a guy on a motorcycle, nothing strange about that. He was an accomplished rider, boldly weaving in and out of traffic, even when it didn't seem to get him far. Nothing really strange about that. He was wearing leather pants and a leather jacket and a big helmet. All very usual. But his helmet and mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1081191734864626242004-04-05T11:10:00.000-07:002006-02-23T22:07:56.313-08:00AutographI have words for once, they are racing around in my head and I keep trying to pick the correct ones, give people my exact meanings, re-find that part of myself that enjoys the clarity and confuzzlement that is language and writing.There is much that has happened in the past month or so. But it is little things, things that stack up around me like papers to be filed, and I never quite mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1080688798310512592004-03-30T15:15:00.000-08:002004-03-30T15:22:34.576-08:00something, like, totally cool
Just found someone who has an OC internet radio station thing-y. It even has If You Leave, which was recorded specially for the show. YAY! link You have to click on the small orange logo on the left side of what is otherwise a technology-type blog. Pop-up blocker users beware, you may need to use your work-around.
I love the OC. The only thing I don't love aboutmayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1080088052288075192004-03-23T16:13:00.000-08:002004-03-23T16:30:01.623-08:00slumber party
We are going to Arizona on Thursday. Why am I going to Arizona you may ask? Considering that I was a) just there in December b) I hate the sun and c) dislike heat... that is a very good questions. We are going for Angels spring training. I know, I am a good wife. However I do plan to have a good time. It will be something new and different. Fewer crowds (always a plus in any mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1079629206713932202004-03-18T08:47:00.000-08:002004-03-18T09:02:31.030-08:00complaint letter that I had to write
I have reached a new level of weirdness. Yesterday I tracked down the publisher of my page-per-day calendar and sent in a letter of complaint.
See, I have a Worst Case Scenario Calendar It isn't the one I just linked to, but you get the idea.
Anyway, I haven't been all that impressed with it, but it always managed to , you know, let me know what date it mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1079458599620913112004-03-16T09:32:00.000-08:002004-03-16T09:39:02.483-08:00I hate blogs
I spent the last several days working on a proposal for, and then first draft of, a weblog for my company (my dayjob company, not *my* my company). In order to do what I needed it to do, I really needed to set it up on typepad. Which has a lot of functionality, but creates really ugly weblogs. So I keep trying to make it not so ugly... but I don't really know what I am doing, mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1079137211096973312004-03-12T16:09:00.000-08:002004-03-12T16:22:29.530-08:00missing the train
It was taking the picture with Woody Woodpecker that did it.
My co-worker and I had made it to the train station with time to spare. We paused for a moment to have someone take our picture in front of this huge Woody Woodpecker statue thing that was inside the station. It was just so weird. My co-worker has the picture hanging on her bulletin board.
We went off to find ourmayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1079032524258954382004-03-11T11:12:00.000-08:002004-03-11T11:17:41.496-08:00small print correction
thanks to Crissy for reminding me that while Mark is a much sexier name than Roger, Adam Pascal actually played the sexy Roger in Rent, 'cause Anthony Rapp played Mark who is not-so-sexy. I was on crack. I apologize for giving y'all incorrect musical theatre information.mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1078950541832354512004-03-10T12:01:00.000-08:002004-03-10T12:31:17.890-08:00further adventures in filler
I have an audio crush on Adam Pascal, who was the original Mark in Rent.
I nearly applied for "the Apprentice" , since Choate sent out a plug for the show and said that they really really wanted people from Choate to apply not 30 seconds after I had looked at the website. But I then remembered that I don't like real estate, don't like Trump, don't like New York mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1078859380393385132004-03-09T10:53:00.000-08:002004-03-09T11:11:55.670-08:00definable by the absence
I remember a number of the speeches that were given during my first year at Choate. I remember the school president (who's name, conversely, I do not remember) giving a rousing speech which combined the Athletic mantra "Suck it Up" with the Nike tagline of "Just do it!" to create a plan for success at Choate, which was "suck it up and just do it". It wasn't really a mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1078343870378785212004-03-03T11:54:00.000-08:002004-03-03T11:59:59.030-08:00 filling space
link to article about saving dead langauges
thought I should post it before it expires. Still don't know if I will recreate my brilliant post that was dingoed (eaten) by blogger.
also, I am conducting a survey. What should I do with my life? send responses to mstoss77@yahoo.com
I am trying to plan out the next year , espcially career-wise and that involves decisions and I mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-107825420185505622004-03-02T10:36:00.000-08:002004-03-02T11:05:30.216-08:00but I definitely can't miss my TV shows
There has been a bunch of new Autism research of late
link
There is even a test that will give you an "Autism Quotient" for lack of a better term.
The above test was published in conjunction with a very interesting article about the very high level of autism amongst children in the silicon valley area, leading some to conclude that being a geek is a mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1078187809363915872004-03-01T16:34:00.000-08:002004-03-01T16:38:56.466-08:00I want you all to know that I wrote a really lovely post this morning that was all about language and meaning and opression and it wasn't brilliant but I'd like to think it was thought-provoking, and it is gone. I may attempt to recreate it. I sure spent long enough trying to wrest it from the bowels of my computer that I could have re-written it. But don't hold your breath.
technology mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1077923267116805802004-02-27T14:57:00.000-08:002004-02-27T15:10:29.733-08:00cash and prizes
Today I am cc'd on a bunch of e-mails congratulating a person with which I have a brushing professional affiliation on winning The Draper Prize. This is a prize I have heard of and all, and I suppose I should be pleased for the person who has won it. But this person is already widely-regarded as a genius who Has Contributed Much to the World. So it matters little to me that mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1077746430458888242004-02-25T13:49:00.000-08:002004-02-25T14:02:32.983-08:00there were times
there were times this weekend when I never thought I would survive through to Monday.
and times when I cursed fate and the weather and all forces outside of my control
there were moments when I wished someone would just shoot me and get it over with, so easier that would be than bearing the embarrassment of my failure
there were times when it seemed like everyone was having amayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1077557978096711142004-02-23T09:37:00.000-08:002004-02-23T09:41:37.920-08:00now playing
at the theatre near my place
Monkey Biz
Horse Feathers
and there was a third... darnit. I have forgotten.
oh wait, yes. Duck Soupmayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1077229025731413252004-02-19T14:12:00.000-08:002004-02-19T14:19:02.046-08:00OK so my little company that I started has it's huge-ass event this weekend.
And that's what I've been doing instead of writing entries.
Badges are my life... I just calculated that I make approx 1500 badges a year. That means I've made about 6000 badges since moving to california.
Am I nervous... I don't know, I am sort of too busy to be nervous. Plus, at this point, whatever happens happensmayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1075767685918187632004-02-02T15:37:00.000-08:002004-02-02T16:23:05.153-08:00Rings
Tis the season for engagement rings. The ads are everywhere. We've placed so much on a ring. It is more than a ring, it is a promise, more than a promise it is a symbol, more than a symbol it is an emblem, it is our love itself melted and forged, it exactly how we feel-- reimagined in gems and metal.
My first engagement ring was a twisted hair elastic that I took to wearing on my left mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1074642630827299192004-01-20T15:49:00.000-08:002004-01-20T15:51:56.670-08:00My apologies to anyone who was left hanging at my last post, it was a draft that decided not to stay a draft, and I'll finish it and end the suspense soon.mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1074100646888707612004-01-14T09:08:00.000-08:002004-01-14T09:18:47.013-08:00Everything I write Sucks
Wow, I haven't written anything decent for y'all since September. I'm sorry.
I was hoping to follow that statement with a brilliant paragraph about something interesting or provocative.
But I've got nothing.
My brainpower is consumed by my job, and the event that my newly-formed company has next month. Actually, I'm not even all that consumed with the event, I'm mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1073426800402462752004-01-06T13:54:00.000-08:002004-01-06T14:07:52.936-08:00Year end wrap-up, life
Doesn't it suck to be back at work and know you have to be there every day this week?
This year seems blah to me, devoid of accomplishment or trauma, but when I list what happened, it takes on a different complexion.
I bit my nails.
I started my own company.
I went to Spain, Washington DC, Home, and Disneyworld. And I actually saw those places, did things, looked mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1073334573130591202004-01-05T13:14:00.000-08:002004-01-05T14:15:40.903-08:00year end wrap-up, movies
This was not a great year for movies. Also, I didn't see as many indy films as I would have liked, so this list feels a bit false. Here are my favorite movies of the year, without much commentary because I haven't a whole lot to say about them.
Return of the King
Loved. It.
Love Actually
This was much better than I expected it to be. Especially considering that I hatemayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1072805071962550072003-12-30T12:27:00.000-08:002003-12-30T13:16:44.936-08:00Year-end wrap up, Books
These are some of the best books I read this year.
The Bronze Horseman by Paullina Simons, Fiction
This is a sweeping World War II epic which takes place in Russia. It contains all that a sweeping historical epic should- death, dispair, doomed lovers-- but the setting and the writing and the specifics of the story help it transcend the cliches of its roots. There is a mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1072133379465802492003-12-22T14:32:00.000-08:002003-12-22T14:50:36.810-08:00Things to Love about Return on the King
1) Excellent use of music, including 3 bona fide "musical numbers" which I think makes most movies better. Or at least makes me enjoy them more. "Into the West", the credits song, is stunning. You can listen to it at www.lordoftherings.net I liked the credits song for The Two Towers better, possibly because it was so surprising -- a quirky song mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1072121491125305342003-12-22T11:30:00.000-08:002003-12-22T11:32:28.420-08:00Earthquake
Dude that was creepy. It lasted a really long time and the building just kept swaying and swaying-- like a drunk walking down the street. Why thehell do I live in LA?mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1071862306774581292003-12-19T10:59:00.000-08:002003-12-19T14:02:56.890-08:00Things you aren't allowed to say about The Lord of the Rings
I really love the movies, OK? And I just saw ROTK twice and it rocks and I could see it again and again (although probably not again and again and again-- you get "ROTK Neck" from sitting in the theatre for so long). But I think it is time to address a growing problem-- the sentiment that to say anything bad about The Lord of the mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1071787924539698342003-12-18T14:46:00.000-08:002003-12-18T14:52:57.733-08:00Amaze your friends
I'm going to let you guys in on a little secret
knowing this never fails to impress people
some folks go their whole lives and never figure this out
Telling someone what kind of credit card you are using is almost always uneccessary. I suspect that people continue to ask for "type" only to guard against fraud, and to eliminate confusion in the one category where confusion canmayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404654.post-1071774350572683232003-12-18T10:16:00.000-08:002003-12-18T11:06:44.263-08:00Drinking
I killed the coffee pot.
There are four people who work every day at my company. Before I started working here, there was a little communal coffee brewer-thing in which communal coffee was made, and a red cup sat next to it with a sign that said "coffee fund".
The red cup remains, the vestiges of the communal coffee days remain-- filters, sweet-and-low. But not a single cup has mayahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01276392892616863239noreply@blogger.com