Friday, April 11, 2008

persona non gravis please

Here are some pictures of my mom somewhere in the 60's. I love these. I hope I inherited some of her coloring. It's amazing that you are looking at them right now, because they started out as slides. Then they were made into a DVD, with all the slides in one enormous file. I couldn't figure out how to extract single pictures without some crazy chipping software or something. Maybe it's really simple, but I'm too simple for it. So I actually just took a picture of the picture on the computer screen, with my cell phone camera. Whew. I wish you could see the freckles, but I guess the pics look pretty good after such an anti-evolution. Devolution? Well without further ado, here.




  • I found this in Bleak House (Dickens, you know) the other day. It made me think of Obama (represented here as Buffy) and Clinton (represented here as Boodle).

Then there is my Lord Boodle, of considerable reputation with
his party, who has known what office is and who tells Sir Leicester Dedlock with
much gravity, after dinner, that he really does not see to what the present age
is tending. A debate is not what a debate used to be; the House is not what the
House used to be; even a Cabinet is not what it formerly was. He perceives with
astonishment that supposing the present government to be overthrown, the limited
choice of the Crown, in the formation of a new ministry, would lie between Lord
Coodle and Sir Thomas Doodle—supposing it to be impossible for the Duke of
Foodle to act with Goodle, which may be assumed to be the case in consequence of
the breach arising out of that affair with Hoodle. Then, giving the Home
Department and the leadership of the House of Commons to Joodle, the Exchequer
to Koodle, the Colonies to Loodle, and the Foreign Office to Moodle, what are
you to do with Noodle? You can't offer him the Presidency of the Council; that
is reserved for Poodle. You can't put him in the Woods and Forests; that is
hardly good enough for Quoodle. What follows? That the country is shipwrecked,
lost, and gone to pieces (as is made manifest to the patriotism of Sir Leicester
Dedlock) because you can't provide for Noodle!



On the other hand, the Right Honourable William Buffy, M.P.,
contends across the table with some one else that the shipwreck of the
country—about which there is no doubt; it is only the manner of it that is in
question—is attributable to Cuffy. If you had done with Cuffy what you ought to
have done when he first came into Parliament, and had prevented him from going
over to Duffy, you would have got him into alliance with Fuffy, you would have
had with you the weight attaching as a smart debater to Guffy, you would have
brought to bear upon the elections the wealth of Huffy, you would have got in
for three counties Juffy, Kuffy, and Luffy, and you would have strengthened your
administration by the official knowledge and the business habits of Muffy. All
this, instead of being as you now are, dependent on the mere caprice of Puffy!



As to this point, and as to some minor topics, there are
differences of opinion; but it is perfectly clear to the brilliant and
distinguished circle, all round, that nobody is in question but Boodle and his
retinue, and Buffy and HIS retinue. These are the great actors for whom the
stage is reserved. A People there are, no doubt—a certain large number of
supernumeraries, who are to be occasionally addressed, and relied upon for
shouts and choruses, as on the theatrical stage; but Boodle and Buffy, their
followers and families, their heirs, executors, administrators, and assigns, are
the born first-actors, managers, and leaders, and no others can appear upon the
scene for ever and ever.

  • Quotation of the day: "Mom, your skin smells like artichokes." --Rebekah H.
  • Word of the day: scalp
  • My sister Amanda is in poor health and is having surgery soon. Pray please. Here is a summary in her words.
hello all! Well, I met with my surgeon on Monday and have my
surgery scheduled for April 17th. I feel very comfortable with the surgeon and
he actually took the time to sit down with Christa (sister-in-law) and I and go
over the CT Scan and educate us about what we were looking at. The recovery will
not be as horrible as I had anticipated; I will only be in the hospital for 3
days asuming I come off the ventilator well (some people with
Myasthenia Gravis have trouble coming off of it). They will not have to
cut any abdominal muscles, as he will not have to cut down that far which will
help in the recovery significantly! The tumor in the Thymus is 27 mm (large).
However, there is a bit of bad news. I also have a mass in my right lung. It is
small at 4-6mm. This will be removed at the same time and both tumors (lung and
thymus) will be sent to the lab immediatly- before they close me up. I
appreciate everyone prayers and thoughts. I will have Brian e-mail everyone on
this list after I come out of surgery to update everyone.
  • Here is the tribute-to-running video of the day from What Women Want.


  • Aubrey went to a morning track practice a week or so ago. She told us that this practice had gone late, so instead of going to her zero-hour class late, she skipped the class altogether. She said that it had been a poor decision on her part. Well a few days later she came home from school and said, "Guess what? I have to go to Saturday school [detention]!" All four of us burst into laughter. I gave her a high five. She grinned and blushed shyly and said, "Ya, I'm pretty proud of myself." The detention is 9-11:30 Saturday. She is looking forward to this quiet time to get some homework done and to see what detention is like.
  • We were discussing stake (church) dances with Aubrey recently. She was appalled to hear that when Jerry and I were her age, the girls stood around waiting for a boy to ask them to dance, unless they got really bold and asked a boy to dance. And kids turned each other down all the time. Apparently kids all just DANCE now, with or without a partner. (Not sure what they do for slow dances.) Well I too am appalled that it was that way in the old days. Before I moved to Albuquerque I attended dances without dancing one single time. Not very good on the developing female mind.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

pear-shaped


pinning them to a wall

  • My sister called me today, as is her wont, while she was hanging breast images. I told her that I pin mine up every day too. She said, "But you don't pin yours to a wall." I thought she had a good point.
  • New Amsterdam sucks, alas.
  • Quotation of the day: “David is not here and there was something that we shared as actors and characters that cannot be reproduced. There was an energy between us that was very powerful and very profound.”--Gillian Anderson after David Duchovny left the X-Files
  • Second quotation of the day: "What a cod's head and shoulders I am." --from Charles Dickens's Bleak House

Monday, April 7, 2008

Dolly

  • I found the cure for my tragedy blues: watching the first new episode of season four of Doctor Who. I giggled like a schoolgirl all the way through. If you care to watch it before it is taken down for copyright infringement, it is here.
  • So some moving dudes were hauling a bunch of furniture I didn't want out of my office the other day. They were putting this obelisk of a server rack onto a dolly that looked like a really low little table on wheels. I said to them, "Why is it called a dolly? Where in the world did that name come from?" The moving guy stopped and gave me a little lecture on the different types of dollys. A safe jack is for moving safes. A two-wheel dolly has a handle and is for all-purpose box-moving and general dolly needs. A stevedor is for moving file cabinets up and down stairs. And a short little table on wheels is just plain old "dolly". I took notes as he told me all this and swore to him that I was going to put it in my blog.

Sunday, April 6, 2008

More Tragedy

  • I just finished reading The Time Traveller's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. It is a beautiful work of art. And true to the form of all beautiful works of art (see my last post), the theme was "life sucks and then you die." I hear that they are making a movie out of this book. A person considering going to this movie should take into account that it is harsh. Harsh. I thank Eva for this excruciating experience. Having just been beaten with the surgical hose that is The Time Traveller's Wife, I am in search of a Garfield comic book to soothe my soul.
  • I am now reading, simultaneously, Bleak House by Charles Dickens and The Other Boleyn Girl by Philippa Gregory. I plan to see the screenplays of both after I am done reading. I think I have read Bleak House before, but it is only vaguely familiar as I read it. I have heard that Gillian Anderson (Scully of X-Files fame) gives an award-winning performance in the miniseries as one of the main characters. Gillian has always been a really really good actress. She has such a huge range unlike David Duchovny (who plays Mulder in X-Files). And Philippa Gregory seems like my kind of writer although I have never read anything by her. Why haven't I? If I like it, and if it is not too naughty, I have a feeling that I will read all of her stuff. I also have a feeling that these two novels are probably less than cheery. I have fallen in a tragedy trap.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

It's a Tragedy *X-FILES SERIES SPOILERS*






Watching X-Files is intense. Quotation of the day: I really wanted to have a "quotation of the day" all highlighted in red in this entry, so I searched and searched for a certain quotation that I read recently. Alas, I couldn't find it. But if I HAD found it, this is what it would have said: "Mulder and Scully not only can't manage to get together, but they can't manage to get ANYTHING together. This tragedy drives the show." There are some definite funny and joyous moments through the years, but when all is said and done X-Files a tragedy. Why do we love tragedies? Are we masochists or what? It's a mean trick to play on humans: create the most beautiful works of art around the theme "life sucks and then you die". The beauty just barely outweighs the tragedy of the end result. Or maybe the tragic ending IS the beauty. Well whatever. It hurts but it's overwhelmingly compelling. I can't look away.








      • Easter grass is the bane of my existence.

      Tuesday, April 1, 2008

      Stephen Fry and Me

      This is Stephen Fry and me. He came to take me out to lunch on 1 April. He adores me.