How friggin annoying is it to spend all morning putting together a new website on my recently upgraded website package stupid thingy and not have the damn thing load even though it is supposedly all set and ready for viewing at the new address? VERY ANNOYING AND FRUSTRATING! Am I making myself understood here?
God, I hate to say it but I think I may need a real job.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
When You Hear The Ice Cream Truck You Know It's Summer
It's summer. The girl is still in school for another week or so, but it sure feels like summer. The ice cream truck makes its daily rounds through the neighborhood, singing its little song. It's light until almost 8:30. We went over to play tennis at the school courts last night and all the ball fields over there were swarming with small ball players and their families. The porta potty's scent was raging.
Yesterday morning I went over to volunteer at the school. The Dover Militia was set up out in the field teaching the fourth graders about life in colonial times. There was a doctor who explained how he used to treat men on the battlefield. He showed us his bone saw and the knife he used for amputations. There was also a man who showed the various flags that were used in battle, two women who demonstrated the musical instruments people used to play, another woman who talked about the work the women and children did and the big finale was the lighting of a big, old cannon by various students and a couple of teachers. My job was to help set up and then put away the food in the hospitality room. That was easy and it was fun talking with the militia folks, the kids and teachers and the other parents who were there helping out.
Yesterday morning I went over to volunteer at the school. The Dover Militia was set up out in the field teaching the fourth graders about life in colonial times. There was a doctor who explained how he used to treat men on the battlefield. He showed us his bone saw and the knife he used for amputations. There was also a man who showed the various flags that were used in battle, two women who demonstrated the musical instruments people used to play, another woman who talked about the work the women and children did and the big finale was the lighting of a big, old cannon by various students and a couple of teachers. My job was to help set up and then put away the food in the hospitality room. That was easy and it was fun talking with the militia folks, the kids and teachers and the other parents who were there helping out.
Monday, June 06, 2005
Non-essential Personnel
Worlds did not collide. And life went on without me. I know I should be happy everyone gets along so well now, but I can't help feeling a little left out to hear that my boyfriend spent the afternoon with my sister and her family and they had a little cookout and no one bothered to call me even though I live just 10 minutes away, less if the traffic is light.
Sunday, June 05, 2005
For the Record
It's been in the nineties for much of the weekend. I'm sure many of the people who were crabbing about how cold and rainy it was have been complaining about the heat. For the record, I wasn't complaining. Yes, it was hot, but I kind of like it that way. It seems to inspire me to read more.
When Worlds Collide
My boyfriend has been helping my sister and her family come into the 21st century with their computing set up, since that's something he knows a lot about and they don't. He's been over there even when I'm not, which feels a little funny but also good since I think it means everyone is finally comfortable with each other and the situation. A year ago I wanted so bad for them to accept him and us and no one was ready yet. Now it's not a problem.
I think he's going over again this afternoon to help my brother in law figure out a few things about the computer and burning cds. He might be there right now. My sister emailed me and said my ex was over helping brother in law with a leaky faucet.
I'm sitting here wondering if universes will collide and if they do, what it will be like.
I think he's going over again this afternoon to help my brother in law figure out a few things about the computer and burning cds. He might be there right now. My sister emailed me and said my ex was over helping brother in law with a leaky faucet.
I'm sitting here wondering if universes will collide and if they do, what it will be like.
Cowboy Junkies
On Friday night I went to see the Cowboy Junkies at the Palace Theater in Manchester. It was the first time I'd been to Manchester since high school and I can't say I remembered anything about it from what I saw. I still haven't even been to the airport there, which everyone says is much easier to deal with than flying in or out of Logan.
I hadn't seen the Cowboy Junkies before or even listened to them much except for various songs I've heard on the radio over the years. That still didn't stop it from being a very enjoyable evening of music. The venue and the music were a great match. I can't imagine another setting could have been more approriate to their languid, dreamy sound. The sound quality was excellent. During the first set I thought I'd never seen a band that sounded so much like their recorded sound live. It was a great mix which must attritbute to the acoustics of the theater, their sound crew and the band members having good monitors and actually listening to each other. Most every show I see someone is too loud and someone else is muddy and everyone is competing to be audible over the drums. None of that was going on there.
Margo Timmin's voice is so beauitful and she has a very down to earth stage presence that makes you think she's someone you could sit with in a coffee shop or your living room and talk with like a real person who just happens to have the most incredible voice. The musicianship all around was superb and it was easy to drift off into their slow, bluesy jams and slightly psychedelic sidetrips.
The Palace Theater is a wonderful, old theater, but just like the Opera House in Boston, the seats upstair are tiny. I'm not a particularly large person and my shins were digging into the back of the seat in front of me the entire night. The music was good enough that I didn't care and didn't even notice much at times.
Apparently I'm quite late to the bandwagon, seeing as how the band has been together for about 20 years, but it's nice to make a discovery this far down the line and have all that early material yet to discover.
I hadn't seen the Cowboy Junkies before or even listened to them much except for various songs I've heard on the radio over the years. That still didn't stop it from being a very enjoyable evening of music. The venue and the music were a great match. I can't imagine another setting could have been more approriate to their languid, dreamy sound. The sound quality was excellent. During the first set I thought I'd never seen a band that sounded so much like their recorded sound live. It was a great mix which must attritbute to the acoustics of the theater, their sound crew and the band members having good monitors and actually listening to each other. Most every show I see someone is too loud and someone else is muddy and everyone is competing to be audible over the drums. None of that was going on there.
Margo Timmin's voice is so beauitful and she has a very down to earth stage presence that makes you think she's someone you could sit with in a coffee shop or your living room and talk with like a real person who just happens to have the most incredible voice. The musicianship all around was superb and it was easy to drift off into their slow, bluesy jams and slightly psychedelic sidetrips.
The Palace Theater is a wonderful, old theater, but just like the Opera House in Boston, the seats upstair are tiny. I'm not a particularly large person and my shins were digging into the back of the seat in front of me the entire night. The music was good enough that I didn't care and didn't even notice much at times.
Apparently I'm quite late to the bandwagon, seeing as how the band has been together for about 20 years, but it's nice to make a discovery this far down the line and have all that early material yet to discover.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Ya Ne Znayu
I have recently reclaimed several boxes of books and papers from when I was in grad school in the early 90s. One of the notebooks has my notes from Russian 101. It's very strange to see a notebook filled with my handwriting in a language I can't read anymore.
Good Things Come in Threes
Three names you go by: Pam, Pammie, Pamela
Three screen names you have had: bsisnh, bogaht sister
Three physical things you like about yourself: my basic shape (when not packing too many pounds), eyes, smile
Three things that scare you: spiders, unemployment, meeting new people
Three things you�re wearing now: glasses, jammies, bathrobe
Three of your favorite bands or musical artists: Black Crowes, Foo Fighters, The Who
Three things you want (need) in a relationship: love, understanding, laughter
Two truths and a lie (which one is a lie?): I lived in Japan for 12 years, I was a high school teacher, I've been hit on by a transvestite stripper at a strip bar in Bangkok
Three physical things about the opposite sex do you love: shoulders, hands, mouth
Three of your favorite hobbies: writing, playing music, knitting
Three things you want to do badly right now: get dressed, finish this thing, go outside and check if my flowers are blooming yet
Three careers you�ve considered: lawyer, teacher, film maker
Three places you want to go on vacation: Italy, Australia, Japan
Three kids� names you like: Rachel, Jessica, Robert
Three things you want to do before you die: write a book (or two), live someplace where I can't see the neighbors, help other people acheive their goals
Three ways that you are stereotypically a girl: I cry atsad movies just about anything, I have girly hobbies, like knitting and gardening; I own lots of beauty products that take up a lot of shelf space and don't do much else.
Three celebrity crushes: Rich Robinson (of The Black Crowes), Russell Crowe, Johnny Depp
Three screen names you have had: bsisnh, bogaht sister
Three physical things you like about yourself: my basic shape (when not packing too many pounds), eyes, smile
Three things that scare you: spiders, unemployment, meeting new people
Three things you�re wearing now: glasses, jammies, bathrobe
Three of your favorite bands or musical artists: Black Crowes, Foo Fighters, The Who
Three things you want (need) in a relationship: love, understanding, laughter
Two truths and a lie (which one is a lie?): I lived in Japan for 12 years, I was a high school teacher, I've been hit on by a transvestite stripper at a strip bar in Bangkok
Three physical things about the opposite sex do you love: shoulders, hands, mouth
Three of your favorite hobbies: writing, playing music, knitting
Three things you want to do badly right now: get dressed, finish this thing, go outside and check if my flowers are blooming yet
Three careers you�ve considered: lawyer, teacher, film maker
Three places you want to go on vacation: Italy, Australia, Japan
Three kids� names you like: Rachel, Jessica, Robert
Three things you want to do before you die: write a book (or two), live someplace where I can't see the neighbors, help other people acheive their goals
Three ways that you are stereotypically a girl: I cry at
Three celebrity crushes: Rich Robinson (of The Black Crowes), Russell Crowe, Johnny Depp
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