holi is a hindu festival of colors that occurs on the march full moon. it is also a celebration of krishna. folks run around throwing bright powder at eachother. when we were in india we found a safe spot on a hillside from which to watch a band of holi revelers. they went from house to house making lots of noise with horns and drums and then a plume of color would fill the air. ah, those were good times.
the wind is a-blowing. the cat loki is meowling.
today dan was rear ended. on my two arms, poison ivy rash.
what i thought were cherry blossoms, are actually blossoms of the bradford pear tree.
it has been deliciously warm here. hot even.
tonight i'll be cooking fresh wild caught red snapper.
the best news i heard all weekend was that gail norton resigned. cool.
notes from my twilight realm
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Saturday, March 11, 2006
richmond for the day
as mentioned in a prior post, the in-laws are here and we are entertaining them. today we took them to richmond. it was our first time there too.
i had no expectations. or maybe i did. having lived in ann arbor for four years, i think i expected richmond to be somewhat like detroit. a depressed industrial wasteland with pockets of cool funk and danger. i was pleasantly surprised. richmond is chock full of amazing and well-kept old buildings and equally amazing old and quite-lively neighborhoods (i've since been told that there are some pretty rough pockets in richmond, but what city doesn't have its share of that. i've also been informed that it is ultra conservative).
we started out with the canal walk where we read historical markers, saw some locks and ducks and old boarded up warehouse buildings and the reynolds wrap distribution center (!). i loved all the old brick and paint.
we ended up in a neighborhood called shockoe bottom where we had lunch at a hip bookstore/cafe/eatery called cafe gutenberg. dan and i shared a huge house salad, a burger and homefries. tashi had an amazing waffle. and the inlaws shared some brats & sauerkraut. it was meaty and mighty. for $3 dan bought an interesting historical text on druids
the farmer's market pavilion looked really cool, but there was just one farmer there today, along with an antique seller. i also saw edgar allen poe's house from the outside. the train station is an incredible piece of architecture. while on our way to fetch the car dan and i discovered a cool cobbled road in the shockoe slip area. afterwards we checked out the capitol building under renovation.
the fan district was something to behold, an area full of incredible old houses and big monuments to notable men.
we ended our day in the carytown district, a busy-quaint-commercial shopping and dining district with vintage clothing shops, buskers, overpriced boutiques, magicians, antique shops, street peddlers, restaurants and cafes (and unfortunately some nasty chains like mcdonalds seem to have crept in).
it was mostly richmond's architecture that impressed me, and the liveliness of the place. i'm looking forward to further explorations of our nearest metropolis.
it was another gorgeous hot day today. the forsythia has sprung, as have the daffodils. the crocus bulbs suzanne gave me before she departed for nepal have sent forth their pretty little purple blossoms. thanks suzanne!
i had no expectations. or maybe i did. having lived in ann arbor for four years, i think i expected richmond to be somewhat like detroit. a depressed industrial wasteland with pockets of cool funk and danger. i was pleasantly surprised. richmond is chock full of amazing and well-kept old buildings and equally amazing old and quite-lively neighborhoods (i've since been told that there are some pretty rough pockets in richmond, but what city doesn't have its share of that. i've also been informed that it is ultra conservative).
we started out with the canal walk where we read historical markers, saw some locks and ducks and old boarded up warehouse buildings and the reynolds wrap distribution center (!). i loved all the old brick and paint.
we ended up in a neighborhood called shockoe bottom where we had lunch at a hip bookstore/cafe/eatery called cafe gutenberg. dan and i shared a huge house salad, a burger and homefries. tashi had an amazing waffle. and the inlaws shared some brats & sauerkraut. it was meaty and mighty. for $3 dan bought an interesting historical text on druids
the farmer's market pavilion looked really cool, but there was just one farmer there today, along with an antique seller. i also saw edgar allen poe's house from the outside. the train station is an incredible piece of architecture. while on our way to fetch the car dan and i discovered a cool cobbled road in the shockoe slip area. afterwards we checked out the capitol building under renovation.
the fan district was something to behold, an area full of incredible old houses and big monuments to notable men.
we ended our day in the carytown district, a busy-quaint-commercial shopping and dining district with vintage clothing shops, buskers, overpriced boutiques, magicians, antique shops, street peddlers, restaurants and cafes (and unfortunately some nasty chains like mcdonalds seem to have crept in).
it was mostly richmond's architecture that impressed me, and the liveliness of the place. i'm looking forward to further explorations of our nearest metropolis.
it was another gorgeous hot day today. the forsythia has sprung, as have the daffodils. the crocus bulbs suzanne gave me before she departed for nepal have sent forth their pretty little purple blossoms. thanks suzanne!
Friday, March 10, 2006
the opening of all things
this evening i pulled a bunch of vines down from a tree and bunched them into a ball. i wrapped it with christmas lights, plugged it in, and hung it from a tree. it's very festive and got me to thinking about all the things i might do with the abundance of vines in my yard.
as i was playing with vines, dan lit a big blaze in the firepit and burned off some of the fallen branches and sticks we've gathered up from the yard. we've been trying to clean our yard up a bit and make it more user friendly. it's a good size for a city plot and has lots of huge trees in it. we basically have a mini forest. this has its downside -- ivy, scrub brush, grapevines, fallen branches and a large population of bugs -- but mostly it's a blessing.
as dan played with fire and i played with vines, tashi played under the green skirt of a beautiful big pine tree. this seems to be her special spot, a club-house to be perhaps. i've also built her a lean-to, or fairy hut as we like to call it, in the back of the yard. this is sure to be the scene of many far flung adventures.
it was a gorgeous day today, well into the 70's. earlier we took a drive up into the blue ridge and then down to crabtree falls, a beautiful steep cascade in the tye river. we had a picnic of turkey sandwiches on sourdough, a salad of walnuts, raisins and mixed greens, and delicious homemade guacamole with chips. for desert there were grapes and homemade peanutbutter oatmeal cookies. at 8:00 pm we are still too full to eat dinner.
i noticed the cherry trees blossoming today for the first time. and when we got home, folks all over our neighborhood were out on the their stoops, in their yards, hanging out at the foot of their driveways. dozens of outdoor conversations drifted about on the breeze, along with the scent of nag champa and the thump of rap music. how i love the openings that spring brings: the opening of blossoms, of doorways and windows, of hearts and passions, the opening of vision and the opening of the sleepy mind.
as i was playing with vines, dan lit a big blaze in the firepit and burned off some of the fallen branches and sticks we've gathered up from the yard. we've been trying to clean our yard up a bit and make it more user friendly. it's a good size for a city plot and has lots of huge trees in it. we basically have a mini forest. this has its downside -- ivy, scrub brush, grapevines, fallen branches and a large population of bugs -- but mostly it's a blessing.
as dan played with fire and i played with vines, tashi played under the green skirt of a beautiful big pine tree. this seems to be her special spot, a club-house to be perhaps. i've also built her a lean-to, or fairy hut as we like to call it, in the back of the yard. this is sure to be the scene of many far flung adventures.
it was a gorgeous day today, well into the 70's. earlier we took a drive up into the blue ridge and then down to crabtree falls, a beautiful steep cascade in the tye river. we had a picnic of turkey sandwiches on sourdough, a salad of walnuts, raisins and mixed greens, and delicious homemade guacamole with chips. for desert there were grapes and homemade peanutbutter oatmeal cookies. at 8:00 pm we are still too full to eat dinner.
i noticed the cherry trees blossoming today for the first time. and when we got home, folks all over our neighborhood were out on the their stoops, in their yards, hanging out at the foot of their driveways. dozens of outdoor conversations drifted about on the breeze, along with the scent of nag champa and the thump of rap music. how i love the openings that spring brings: the opening of blossoms, of doorways and windows, of hearts and passions, the opening of vision and the opening of the sleepy mind.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
what now
we're all getting over some sort of virus and the in-laws are visiting. today was monticello, tomorrow the blue ridge parkway. tashi has no school because of parent-teacher conferences. there is a great deal of chatter.
here is another poem by tashi, written just a couple of days ago.
The ants went marching
through the hills
The butterflies
did fly
The bees hummed
between the flowers
And collected nectar
for their hives
right now tashi is impressing the grandparents by counting perfectly by fives backwards from 100.
here is another poem by tashi, written just a couple of days ago.
The ants went marching
through the hills
The butterflies
did fly
The bees hummed
between the flowers
And collected nectar
for their hives
right now tashi is impressing the grandparents by counting perfectly by fives backwards from 100.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
tashi's spring poem, circa 2003
i was going through some old stuff today and i came across this poem that tashi dictated to me about three years ago (she was five). i thought it might be appropriate to post as spring equinox approaches. emma bean, by the way, is a favorite stuffed rabbit.
The flowers bloom
In the spring
They bend and twirl in the wind
The crickets chirp
In the breeeze
The ladybugs dance
On the hill
The breeze is bending all the trees
The kids come out and pick the flowers
The cuckoo birds come out of the clocks
and say cuckoo cuckoo
The cats purr outside
Lamps light up in the street
Emma Bean stays in the house
Playing with her toys about
Tashi comes out and reads with her mom
After her mom has watered the plants
The chairs rock while people knit
And birds chirp in the breeze
Butterflies dance in the trees
Then night comes and takes over the sun
The flowers bloom
In the spring
They bend and twirl in the wind
The crickets chirp
In the breeeze
The ladybugs dance
On the hill
The breeze is bending all the trees
The kids come out and pick the flowers
The cuckoo birds come out of the clocks
and say cuckoo cuckoo
The cats purr outside
Lamps light up in the street
Emma Bean stays in the house
Playing with her toys about
Tashi comes out and reads with her mom
After her mom has watered the plants
The chairs rock while people knit
And birds chirp in the breeze
Butterflies dance in the trees
Then night comes and takes over the sun
Saturday, March 04, 2006
flash back forward
last night i went to a party. the only person i knew was the hostess. she is a very nice person. there were lots of smart folks there, writers and painters and musicians and aging skate board punks. the music went from grunge to funk to grunge to jazzy improv to grunge to the grateful dead to grunge to reggae. i loved it.
i talked to a girl who rides horses and a guy who manages the news department of a local weekly and photographer from a daily and a girl who was working at the jefferson theater the other night when i went to see a film.
another person i knew showed up and then i knew two people. her and i talked a lot about places i've been which are places she would like to be.
music stirs up the past.
i remembered that when in seattle i used to live above band members of the screaming trees. or was it mudhoney? or soundgarden? obviously it didn't matter much except that they used to wake me from my sleep when they cursed loudly at each other and threw furniture around. seattle was a place of intersections and dead ends, a place of downs and peaks. there was an overpass park and an island, a martini bar and an espresso cart. that was the year nirvana burst through the charts and i shaved my long hair off into a cute stubble. i had my first crush on a girl and my first date with a black man. seattle was full of watery reflection and blurry intention. it was a place of yearning and mosh pits. my rent in seattle was only $100 a month. my roommates were both painters. one was an alcoholic painter who used to come home at 4am and steam potatoes and garlic. the other was a recovered alcoholic painter who was a good friend until he asked me if i was physically attracted to him and i said no. boy-painters have big egos.
once, when i lived in seattle, a junkie gave me a bouquet of bright tulips. a few days later i caught him making a drug deal on my telephone.
the year i lived in seattle was one of the worst years of my life.
but the memories are good.
i talked to a girl who rides horses and a guy who manages the news department of a local weekly and photographer from a daily and a girl who was working at the jefferson theater the other night when i went to see a film.
another person i knew showed up and then i knew two people. her and i talked a lot about places i've been which are places she would like to be.
music stirs up the past.
i remembered that when in seattle i used to live above band members of the screaming trees. or was it mudhoney? or soundgarden? obviously it didn't matter much except that they used to wake me from my sleep when they cursed loudly at each other and threw furniture around. seattle was a place of intersections and dead ends, a place of downs and peaks. there was an overpass park and an island, a martini bar and an espresso cart. that was the year nirvana burst through the charts and i shaved my long hair off into a cute stubble. i had my first crush on a girl and my first date with a black man. seattle was full of watery reflection and blurry intention. it was a place of yearning and mosh pits. my rent in seattle was only $100 a month. my roommates were both painters. one was an alcoholic painter who used to come home at 4am and steam potatoes and garlic. the other was a recovered alcoholic painter who was a good friend until he asked me if i was physically attracted to him and i said no. boy-painters have big egos.
once, when i lived in seattle, a junkie gave me a bouquet of bright tulips. a few days later i caught him making a drug deal on my telephone.
the year i lived in seattle was one of the worst years of my life.
but the memories are good.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
jilted
ok so here i am in downtown charlottesville using the community computer at the mudhouse cafe. i came down here with the original intention of seeing a $3 movie at the jefferson theater. but there was a sign on the door saying my movie wouldn't start until 9:30 because of technical difficulties. i've decided to spend the next couple of hours in the cafe, as it's an opportunity to read and write and pretend like i'm traveling alone in some strange town. besides, this computer is nicer than mine.
the movie that i will now see at 9:30 is "a history of violence." i'm a little nervous, because as the title implies, it is apparently quite violent. i am intrigued however, as david cronenberg is a good director and i have a thing for viggo mortensen. yes, i admit it. though i would certainly prefer to have dan at my side as i watch the unfolding of this particular film. he is giving tashi a bath however, while i fiddle around in a cafe on a wednesday night.
i did call dan to let him know that i would be home later than expected and the phone call was actually a source of amusement. the only payphone on the downtown mall seems to be the one in a dark, smokey bar called miller's. it is at the top of a mysterious stairwell in a phone booth. a real phone booth with a seat and a door that folds shut. i thought that was really novel. in a world of cell phones ye old phone booth seems to be obsolete.
my life must be pretty boring.
on other fronts, tashi announced today that she is going to be the queen in her class play. what could be better than that? she, by the way, is reading like mad lately. being a waldorf child, we weren't really sure when the reading thing would actually kick in. people admonished us and said our child would be illiterate because waldorf teaches reading so much later than most schools these days. but actually, she is far from illiterate. it is such an amazing thing to see her curled up on the couch with a nose in a book. she's already gobbled up one chapter book i picked up for her at the library, and now she is reading an old favorite, "ramona the pest."
i can't help but feel everyone waiting in line for their latte or chai or mocha is reading over my shoulder. it's a strange feeling. so i'm going to sign off now and read my book. write in my journal. sip tea. and eventually, go to a violent movie alone.
the movie that i will now see at 9:30 is "a history of violence." i'm a little nervous, because as the title implies, it is apparently quite violent. i am intrigued however, as david cronenberg is a good director and i have a thing for viggo mortensen. yes, i admit it. though i would certainly prefer to have dan at my side as i watch the unfolding of this particular film. he is giving tashi a bath however, while i fiddle around in a cafe on a wednesday night.
i did call dan to let him know that i would be home later than expected and the phone call was actually a source of amusement. the only payphone on the downtown mall seems to be the one in a dark, smokey bar called miller's. it is at the top of a mysterious stairwell in a phone booth. a real phone booth with a seat and a door that folds shut. i thought that was really novel. in a world of cell phones ye old phone booth seems to be obsolete.
my life must be pretty boring.
on other fronts, tashi announced today that she is going to be the queen in her class play. what could be better than that? she, by the way, is reading like mad lately. being a waldorf child, we weren't really sure when the reading thing would actually kick in. people admonished us and said our child would be illiterate because waldorf teaches reading so much later than most schools these days. but actually, she is far from illiterate. it is such an amazing thing to see her curled up on the couch with a nose in a book. she's already gobbled up one chapter book i picked up for her at the library, and now she is reading an old favorite, "ramona the pest."
i can't help but feel everyone waiting in line for their latte or chai or mocha is reading over my shoulder. it's a strange feeling. so i'm going to sign off now and read my book. write in my journal. sip tea. and eventually, go to a violent movie alone.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Friday, February 24, 2006
fridate
today is a breezy bright blue sky day in central virginia. the birds are singing and the crocus flowers are blooming. it's the kind of day that makes one want to jump in the car and road-trip off to tennessee or north carolina. but i suppose one shouldn't do that when one has to report to work by 4:30 in the afternoon.
so instead tashi and i are going to have a downtown mall kind of day. sometimes i hate calling it the downtown mall because images of a parking lot surrounding a large blocky building with sears on one end and jcpenney on the other might come to mind.
charlottesville's downtown mall is a charming pedestrian mall that, when in full swing, is lively with buskers, outdoor eateries, tibetan vendors, artisans and browsers.
so today we're going to head downtown and start our day off with the public library, and then have a little lunch, and then maybe check out a gallery or two.
a perfect date for a mother and daughter.
so instead tashi and i are going to have a downtown mall kind of day. sometimes i hate calling it the downtown mall because images of a parking lot surrounding a large blocky building with sears on one end and jcpenney on the other might come to mind.
charlottesville's downtown mall is a charming pedestrian mall that, when in full swing, is lively with buskers, outdoor eateries, tibetan vendors, artisans and browsers.
so today we're going to head downtown and start our day off with the public library, and then have a little lunch, and then maybe check out a gallery or two.
a perfect date for a mother and daughter.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
feeling like a moron
my friend karen told me the other day that blogger is owned by google. and then i saw it today, right there at the bottom of the blogger dashboard page, "copyright 1999-2006 google". and here i was telling everyone via my blog to boycott google and my blog is owned by google. damn.
now what to do. . .
now what to do. . .
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
city of brick
today as a celebration of tashi's midwinter break we took her to amazement square, a children's museum in lynchburg. housed in an old brick warehouse built prior to the civil war, the museum has stairs that light up when you step on them and a core of tunnels, nets, slides and ladders that span its four floors. there were exhibits on electricity, gravity, architecture, wild birds, the human body, the monacan indians and the james river. 'twas fun.
lynchburg (pop. 66,000) has a large historic district built on hill that rises from the james river. it was a big tobacco town in its day. dozens of warehouses lined the river and small boats called bateaux, manned by strong slaves, waited on the water to transport containers of the smokable leaf to richmond. it was a wildly prosperous town back in the day, and now it lives off of its history.
lynchburg is sometimes called the "city of churches" with over 130 houses of the lord as well as jerry falwell's "liberty university." yike.
thomas jefferson's retreat, poplar forest, is located in lynchburg, and nearby, the appomattox courthouse, where general lee surrendered to general grant, thus ending the bloody civil war. lynchburg is also home to the randolph-macon women's college whose most famous alumnus is pearl s. buck.
i was impressed with the decrepit old brick warehouses, the well preserved victorian row houses, and the ostentatious antebellum mansions. definitely and eyeful of old funk.
lynchburg (pop. 66,000) has a large historic district built on hill that rises from the james river. it was a big tobacco town in its day. dozens of warehouses lined the river and small boats called bateaux, manned by strong slaves, waited on the water to transport containers of the smokable leaf to richmond. it was a wildly prosperous town back in the day, and now it lives off of its history.
lynchburg is sometimes called the "city of churches" with over 130 houses of the lord as well as jerry falwell's "liberty university." yike.
thomas jefferson's retreat, poplar forest, is located in lynchburg, and nearby, the appomattox courthouse, where general lee surrendered to general grant, thus ending the bloody civil war. lynchburg is also home to the randolph-macon women's college whose most famous alumnus is pearl s. buck.
i was impressed with the decrepit old brick warehouses, the well preserved victorian row houses, and the ostentatious antebellum mansions. definitely and eyeful of old funk.
Monday, February 20, 2006
the vale is quiet
not a lot has been happening in the vale, thus the silence.
this week is tashi's midwinter break but unfortunately she is starting it out with a fever.
dan's brother andy visited over the weekend, after a job interview in DC. we ate a lot, drank wine and watched the olympics. on saturday while i was at work dan, tashi and andy checked out downtown charlottesville and then drove up to the blue ridge. midday they met me for lunch at five guys, a greasy burger place where people eat peanuts and throw the shells on the floor.
andy (a doctor) told me that my knee condition is not ligament related and is called patello femoral pain syndrome. it is inflammation under the knee caps and should disappear someday.
someday.
hopefully tashi will be well soon so that we can run around and have a fun week. until then i'll probably be reading a lot to her and hopefully to myself!
this week is tashi's midwinter break but unfortunately she is starting it out with a fever.
dan's brother andy visited over the weekend, after a job interview in DC. we ate a lot, drank wine and watched the olympics. on saturday while i was at work dan, tashi and andy checked out downtown charlottesville and then drove up to the blue ridge. midday they met me for lunch at five guys, a greasy burger place where people eat peanuts and throw the shells on the floor.
andy (a doctor) told me that my knee condition is not ligament related and is called patello femoral pain syndrome. it is inflammation under the knee caps and should disappear someday.
someday.
hopefully tashi will be well soon so that we can run around and have a fun week. until then i'll probably be reading a lot to her and hopefully to myself!
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
i didn't steal these pictures!
so tonight i experimented with dan's logitech webcam, meant for web video chats, not really for still photos. but hey, you do what you can with what you have. lighting and a steady hand were the biggest issues. but here are some happy valentine's day photos. sorry about the poor quality.
meet the original iris with the red hair. i made her for tashi a year ago. tashi is clutching her tightly in her sleep at this very moment.
this is the valentine's dress i made for iris. stylish, eh?
this is one of nine! cards tashi made for dan and i.
this is the valentine i made for dan. it says, "you make my heart blossom." aaaaaw.
and for the fun of it, here is the tsatske shelf i picked up at the salvation army. actually it's twice this size but i could only fit so much of it in the camera frame.
meet the original iris with the red hair. i made her for tashi a year ago. tashi is clutching her tightly in her sleep at this very moment.
this is the valentine's dress i made for iris. stylish, eh?
this is one of nine! cards tashi made for dan and i.
this is the valentine i made for dan. it says, "you make my heart blossom." aaaaaw.
and for the fun of it, here is the tsatske shelf i picked up at the salvation army. actually it's twice this size but i could only fit so much of it in the camera frame.
happy boycott google day
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that you value freedom and human rights and oppose their
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Monday, February 13, 2006
idle chatter
today in charlottesville it is melty and sunny.
this weekend it was snowy and cozy.
tashi and i started off saturday with a snowball fight and then went inside for the rest of the weekend. well, actually, i did leave the house once more to go to the salvation army. there i scored one of those wooden frames comprised of many little compartments of various sizes in which you place knick knacks, stones, shells and the like. i've always wanted one of these things so i was stoked. i don't know what they are called. not really a shadow box but. . . ?
for the remainder of the weekend i cleaned the house, cooked, played and watched olympics, olympics and more olympics. i haven't yet had my knitting lesson, but on sunday we sat in front of the tube making collages and watching snowboarders. my collage has a long way to go, but it was good not to be completely idle in front of the box.
i was touched when tashi and dan both agreed that making collages was their favorite part of the weekend.
this weekend it was snowy and cozy.
tashi and i started off saturday with a snowball fight and then went inside for the rest of the weekend. well, actually, i did leave the house once more to go to the salvation army. there i scored one of those wooden frames comprised of many little compartments of various sizes in which you place knick knacks, stones, shells and the like. i've always wanted one of these things so i was stoked. i don't know what they are called. not really a shadow box but. . . ?
for the remainder of the weekend i cleaned the house, cooked, played and watched olympics, olympics and more olympics. i haven't yet had my knitting lesson, but on sunday we sat in front of the tube making collages and watching snowboarders. my collage has a long way to go, but it was good not to be completely idle in front of the box.
i was touched when tashi and dan both agreed that making collages was their favorite part of the weekend.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
snolympics
it's snowing in charlottesville, a big deal always. four to eight inches is expected, which around here is enough to be considered a major winter storm. if it were a school day it would surely be cancelled. but lucky for us it is a saturday which means tashi can flop around outside for hours while we finally ignite a blaze in the fireplace.
i had thought it would be a good morning for visiting the salvation army. but i bet it doesn't open due to the "storm".
oh and the olympics. the last time the winter olympics came around i watched more hours of tv than i had cumulatively since i was a teenager. usually our tv is tucked into my study in front of the futon where, on saturday nights, dan and i sometimes watch a dvd we've rented. that's about the extent of it (well,ok, i'll admit, i often watch david letterman for some comic relief at the end of the day). but now the olympics have begun which might mean the tv will get rolled into the living room. part of me really wants to get the tv out of my room anyway. but i've been pretty resistant to having the evil eye in our central living space. tashi has had a mostly tv-free life and we all feel pretty good about that. but alas, it's the olympics, and i've a feeling the box will be lit up for a good part of the next two weeks.
maybe it's time for me take up knitting so that i can do something with my hands while i'm watching people fall on their ass. i grew up with a mother who was constantly knitting and constantly telling me to shush up because she was counting stitches. i've gotten some great sweaters, hats and scarves out of the deal over the years, and so has tashi. but i also developed an aversion to the craft. perhaps now is the time to put that hurt inner child to sleep and get on with it. pick up some needles and yarn and make a scarf. tashi can teach me. she learned how to knit at school. it was a really difficult day when at age five she said, "mommy, can you help me cast on," and i had no idea how to.
speaking of my sweet little tashi, she just said to me, after thoughtfully gazing out the window for a long while, "it looks like pretty feathery snow out there today." followed by a little curious voice that asked, "olympics on?"
i had thought it would be a good morning for visiting the salvation army. but i bet it doesn't open due to the "storm".
oh and the olympics. the last time the winter olympics came around i watched more hours of tv than i had cumulatively since i was a teenager. usually our tv is tucked into my study in front of the futon where, on saturday nights, dan and i sometimes watch a dvd we've rented. that's about the extent of it (well,ok, i'll admit, i often watch david letterman for some comic relief at the end of the day). but now the olympics have begun which might mean the tv will get rolled into the living room. part of me really wants to get the tv out of my room anyway. but i've been pretty resistant to having the evil eye in our central living space. tashi has had a mostly tv-free life and we all feel pretty good about that. but alas, it's the olympics, and i've a feeling the box will be lit up for a good part of the next two weeks.
maybe it's time for me take up knitting so that i can do something with my hands while i'm watching people fall on their ass. i grew up with a mother who was constantly knitting and constantly telling me to shush up because she was counting stitches. i've gotten some great sweaters, hats and scarves out of the deal over the years, and so has tashi. but i also developed an aversion to the craft. perhaps now is the time to put that hurt inner child to sleep and get on with it. pick up some needles and yarn and make a scarf. tashi can teach me. she learned how to knit at school. it was a really difficult day when at age five she said, "mommy, can you help me cast on," and i had no idea how to.
speaking of my sweet little tashi, she just said to me, after thoughtfully gazing out the window for a long while, "it looks like pretty feathery snow out there today." followed by a little curious voice that asked, "olympics on?"
Thursday, February 09, 2006
through with thursday
i did actually do something, though not what i had expected. after my post yesterday, i sat here for a while wondering what i should make tashi for valentines day. i settled on the idea of a dress for iris, the cloth weir doll i made for her last year. i've never followed a pattern in my life (except for the weir doll), and in fact, don't really know how to sew very well at all. but i figured i had nothing to lose but a little bit of fabric. so i whipped out a dress for her doll. i wish i could show you, but woe is me, i have no digital camera. it is a two layer cotton dress, pink underneath with a cream colored eyelet fabric on top. it is pretty shapeless and, not having a clue about buttons and snaps, one has to work pretty hard to wriggle it onto the doll. but once one has mooshed the doll into the dress, it looks pretty sweet. some day i'll show you. i think i might add some sort of decorative piece to it, a heart perhaps, because afterall, it's a valentines gift.
today at work i scored some really nice pieces of cardboard, on which i can collage. i'm looking forward to doing some collaging soon.
this evening i went to the cinema again! tonight was the final night for north country at the jefferson theater, charlottesville's second run house. it was totally worth $3. i don't think it will continue to live in my mind the way brokeback mountain has, but an important film with some great acting. read about participant productions, a conscientious production company, here and here.
a film critic i'm not. but there was something so mesmerizing about brokeback mountain. ennis and jack were so real, that i feel like if i wrote a letter to ennis and sent it general delivery, he might actually receive it.
and that's it. i'm through with thursday. goodnight!
today at work i scored some really nice pieces of cardboard, on which i can collage. i'm looking forward to doing some collaging soon.
this evening i went to the cinema again! tonight was the final night for north country at the jefferson theater, charlottesville's second run house. it was totally worth $3. i don't think it will continue to live in my mind the way brokeback mountain has, but an important film with some great acting. read about participant productions, a conscientious production company, here and here.
a film critic i'm not. but there was something so mesmerizing about brokeback mountain. ennis and jack were so real, that i feel like if i wrote a letter to ennis and sent it general delivery, he might actually receive it.
and that's it. i'm through with thursday. goodnight!
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
to do or not to do
welcome to today.
i haven't much to write about today, but after looking at all these crafty blogs i'm determined to do something. shall i make a collage? shall i attempt to make something on the sewing machine with the basketful of fabric? shall i try to write something that is not blog related? shall i learn about felting? or shall i take a really long walk and think more about what i should be doing? no, i don't think so, it's 24 degrees outside.
the car that broke down the other day sits in the shop in need of work that will cost about $2K. shall i dismantle it and make a beautiful sculpture?
the exciting news is that my mother, tashi and i might be going to cyprus. my mother is making it possible, as she wants our company. we may not go until the summer which is a good thing because in the summer you can hang out on the fabulous beaches day in and day out.
shall i teach myself greek (it is a language i once spoke until moving to america at age 4)? shall i read the iliad? i've read the odyssey a couple of times but can't seem to get through the iliad. all those battles. perhaps i should try again, after i finish reading bitter lemons, a memoir by lawrence durrell about living in cyprus. this book, a favorite of my mother's, has sat on the bookshelf since i was a wee child. here is a nice descriptive bit by durrell, about bellapais, a mountainside village that is near kyrenia, a harbor town i once lived in. both of these places are in north cyprus, a region occupied by turkish troops. this passage was written in better days, when the greek cypriots and turkish cypriots co-existed peacefully.
"The atmosphere of the village was quite enthralling; its architecture was in the purest peasant tradition -- domed Turkish privies in courtyards fanning out from great arched doors with peasant mouldings still bearing the faint traces of a Venetian influence; old Turkish screen-windows for ventilation. It had the purity and authenticity of a Cretan hamlet. And everywhere grew roses, and the pale clouds of almond and peach blossom; on the balconies grew herbs in window-boxes made from old petrol tins; and crowning every courtyard like a messenger from my Indian childhood spread the luxuriant green fan of banana-leaves, rattling like parchment in the wind. From behind the closed door of the tavern came the mournful whining of a mandolin."
i haven't much to write about today, but after looking at all these crafty blogs i'm determined to do something. shall i make a collage? shall i attempt to make something on the sewing machine with the basketful of fabric? shall i try to write something that is not blog related? shall i learn about felting? or shall i take a really long walk and think more about what i should be doing? no, i don't think so, it's 24 degrees outside.
the car that broke down the other day sits in the shop in need of work that will cost about $2K. shall i dismantle it and make a beautiful sculpture?
the exciting news is that my mother, tashi and i might be going to cyprus. my mother is making it possible, as she wants our company. we may not go until the summer which is a good thing because in the summer you can hang out on the fabulous beaches day in and day out.
shall i teach myself greek (it is a language i once spoke until moving to america at age 4)? shall i read the iliad? i've read the odyssey a couple of times but can't seem to get through the iliad. all those battles. perhaps i should try again, after i finish reading bitter lemons, a memoir by lawrence durrell about living in cyprus. this book, a favorite of my mother's, has sat on the bookshelf since i was a wee child. here is a nice descriptive bit by durrell, about bellapais, a mountainside village that is near kyrenia, a harbor town i once lived in. both of these places are in north cyprus, a region occupied by turkish troops. this passage was written in better days, when the greek cypriots and turkish cypriots co-existed peacefully.
"The atmosphere of the village was quite enthralling; its architecture was in the purest peasant tradition -- domed Turkish privies in courtyards fanning out from great arched doors with peasant mouldings still bearing the faint traces of a Venetian influence; old Turkish screen-windows for ventilation. It had the purity and authenticity of a Cretan hamlet. And everywhere grew roses, and the pale clouds of almond and peach blossom; on the balconies grew herbs in window-boxes made from old petrol tins; and crowning every courtyard like a messenger from my Indian childhood spread the luxuriant green fan of banana-leaves, rattling like parchment in the wind. From behind the closed door of the tavern came the mournful whining of a mandolin."
Monday, February 06, 2006
crafty mommies
please check out the new links in my mommeanderings section. i stole some of these links from suzanne's blog, but it's all about sharing isn't it? these moms are so incredibly crafty and productive. i don't know how they do it: multiple kids, homeschooling, blogging, thrifting and cutting and pasting and knitting and sewing up a storm. hopefully some of their inspiration and energy will rub off on me. and on you too.
car trouble
today i was on the highway, on my way to pick up tashi from school, when suddenly our subaru loyale started to slow itself down. i knew that soon it was going to stop altogether. a little luck was on my side. a rest stop appeared before my very eyes. the car quit just as i pulled into a parking space. smoke started to billow from under the hood. i jumped out and headed for the payphones.
yes, it's true, i have no cell phone. but i did have $1.50 in coins. just enough to try and call dan (with no luck), to call information to find the phone number of tashi's school, and to call tashi's school.
lesson no. 1
memorize the phone number of your child's school. or carry the damn number with you at all times.
i tried to start the car, but it would not start.
our auto insurance has an 800 number, so i didn't need any coins to call that. the tow truck arrived about an hour later. i'm glad that the tow truck driver made me feel safe, because i generally don't like getting into vehicles with strangers. he was a nice guy. "i aint never been to michigan," he said, commenting on our license plate.
he drove me and my dead car to an auto shop near our home. i speed walked to my house and took our other beat up old vehicle up to crozet to pick up tashi. it was 5:00 by the time i got there. it's a good thing her school has after care.
yes, it's true, i have no cell phone. but i did have $1.50 in coins. just enough to try and call dan (with no luck), to call information to find the phone number of tashi's school, and to call tashi's school.
lesson no. 1
memorize the phone number of your child's school. or carry the damn number with you at all times.
i tried to start the car, but it would not start.
our auto insurance has an 800 number, so i didn't need any coins to call that. the tow truck arrived about an hour later. i'm glad that the tow truck driver made me feel safe, because i generally don't like getting into vehicles with strangers. he was a nice guy. "i aint never been to michigan," he said, commenting on our license plate.
he drove me and my dead car to an auto shop near our home. i speed walked to my house and took our other beat up old vehicle up to crozet to pick up tashi. it was 5:00 by the time i got there. it's a good thing her school has after care.
Saturday, February 04, 2006
poetea
today was a rainy, awful day, the kind of day that you just want to spend sitting in a cafe reading a book and getting caffeinated. well sometimes that is not so easy to pull off when you have a child, unless you promise the child that while hanging out in the cafe you'll play cards with her and draw silly pictures and read books to her. why it is more appealing to do it in a cafe than at home, i'm not sure, but it was a cafe sort of day.
so around lunch time the three of us bundled off to the twisted branch tea house, one of the groovier places in charlottesville, full of nooks and crannies and mirrors and pillows and hookahs and tapestries and art and a big sculpted tree inlaid with oddities. yes, i have written about the twisted branch before. on one side of the cafe is a riser with several cushions and low wooden tables, so you can take off your shoes and sit japanese style while gazing out of the big windows at the downtown pedestrian mall. dan, tashi and i chose this spot to hunker down.
first we ate lunch: a huge beautiful salad of mixed greens, raisins, walnuts, pears and ginger-miso dressing; a bowl of hummus with tasty vegetables and flat bread; a dish of flavorful dal with rice, raita and chutney. each of these dishes was $5, which is a very good deal if you ask me.
after enjoying our lunches, we drank two delicious pots of chai and tashi had ice cream. we played a very long game of three-way war (tashi won), took turns drawing pictures of each other, and dan and i managed to read a few sentences of our own books. around 3:3:00pm i decided i was going to run off to the cinema, something i don't often get to do. i thought i should see at least one of the oscar contenders and chose brokeback mountain.
it was a decadent day, but i secretly decided i would do it in celebration of the rejection letter i received from a literary magazine. handwritten on the form-letter was a note from the editor saying my poems made it to the final round.
here is a poem i read today, by greek poet, Cavafy (trans. Rae Dalven):
The First Step
The young poet Eumenes
complained one day to Theocritus:
"I have been writing for two years now
and I have done only one idyll.
It is my only finished work.
Alas, it is steep, I see it,
the stairway of Poetry is so steep;
and from the first step where now I stand,
poor me, I shall never ascend."
"These words," Theocritus said,
"are unbecoming and blasphemous.
And if you are on the first step,
you ought to be proud and pleased.
Coming as far as this is not little;
what you have achieved is great glory.
For even this first step
is far distant from the common herd.
To set your foot on this step
you must rightfully be a citizen
of the city of ideas.
And in that city it is hard
and rare to be naturalized.
In her marketplace you find Lawmakers
whom no adventure can dupe.
Coming as far as this is not little;
what you have achieved is great glory."
so around lunch time the three of us bundled off to the twisted branch tea house, one of the groovier places in charlottesville, full of nooks and crannies and mirrors and pillows and hookahs and tapestries and art and a big sculpted tree inlaid with oddities. yes, i have written about the twisted branch before. on one side of the cafe is a riser with several cushions and low wooden tables, so you can take off your shoes and sit japanese style while gazing out of the big windows at the downtown pedestrian mall. dan, tashi and i chose this spot to hunker down.
first we ate lunch: a huge beautiful salad of mixed greens, raisins, walnuts, pears and ginger-miso dressing; a bowl of hummus with tasty vegetables and flat bread; a dish of flavorful dal with rice, raita and chutney. each of these dishes was $5, which is a very good deal if you ask me.
after enjoying our lunches, we drank two delicious pots of chai and tashi had ice cream. we played a very long game of three-way war (tashi won), took turns drawing pictures of each other, and dan and i managed to read a few sentences of our own books. around 3:3:00pm i decided i was going to run off to the cinema, something i don't often get to do. i thought i should see at least one of the oscar contenders and chose brokeback mountain.
it was a decadent day, but i secretly decided i would do it in celebration of the rejection letter i received from a literary magazine. handwritten on the form-letter was a note from the editor saying my poems made it to the final round.
here is a poem i read today, by greek poet, Cavafy (trans. Rae Dalven):
The First Step
The young poet Eumenes
complained one day to Theocritus:
"I have been writing for two years now
and I have done only one idyll.
It is my only finished work.
Alas, it is steep, I see it,
the stairway of Poetry is so steep;
and from the first step where now I stand,
poor me, I shall never ascend."
"These words," Theocritus said,
"are unbecoming and blasphemous.
And if you are on the first step,
you ought to be proud and pleased.
Coming as far as this is not little;
what you have achieved is great glory.
For even this first step
is far distant from the common herd.
To set your foot on this step
you must rightfully be a citizen
of the city of ideas.
And in that city it is hard
and rare to be naturalized.
In her marketplace you find Lawmakers
whom no adventure can dupe.
Coming as far as this is not little;
what you have achieved is great glory."
Friday, February 03, 2006
4X4, a blog game
I've been "tagged" by blogger britt bravo which means i have to answer these "4X4" questions and then tag four more bloggers. i don't know if that many people even read my blog. this feels a little like those "send it to six people or you'll die a terrible death" emails, but anyway, here goes. britt changed the questions but i'm changing them back because i just don't have four answers to some of her questions!
4 jobs I had:
cashier manager at people's food coop
tarot reader
warehouse manager at small press distribution
peon at burger king (it was my first high school job. oh the shame.)
4 places I lived (really, only 4?):
nicosia, cyprus
bradford, pa
dharamsala, india
haight street
4 places i liked:
jamaica
santorini
yelapa, mexico
hampstead, england
4 Web sites I visit regularly (or in my case, once in a while):
mothering
tribe
bbc news
the wise woman forum
4 people i tag
shacker
justintrousers
fire escape gardener
wordmistress
oh and if you like, here are 4 alternate questions (created by britt). or mix and match!
4 movies i watch over and over
4 tv shows i love
4 songs i listen to over and over
4 guilty pleasures blogs i read
4 jobs I had:
cashier manager at people's food coop
tarot reader
warehouse manager at small press distribution
peon at burger king (it was my first high school job. oh the shame.)
4 places I lived (really, only 4?):
nicosia, cyprus
bradford, pa
dharamsala, india
haight street
4 places i liked:
jamaica
santorini
yelapa, mexico
hampstead, england
4 Web sites I visit regularly (or in my case, once in a while):
mothering
tribe
bbc news
the wise woman forum
4 people i tag
shacker
justintrousers
fire escape gardener
wordmistress
oh and if you like, here are 4 alternate questions (created by britt). or mix and match!
4 movies i watch over and over
4 tv shows i love
4 songs i listen to over and over
4 guilty pleasures blogs i read
Thursday, February 02, 2006
a public service announcement
death is good.
the music of it, the dancing, the questioning souls and answering angels, the cussing, the blood, the verdant ann arbor scenery, the porn, the dogs, the special effects, the actors, the extras, the bonus features. it's all good.
make sure to embrace death when it comes to your town.
the music of it, the dancing, the questioning souls and answering angels, the cussing, the blood, the verdant ann arbor scenery, the porn, the dogs, the special effects, the actors, the extras, the bonus features. it's all good.
make sure to embrace death when it comes to your town.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
deletion, death
this morning i sat here for three hours filling out an electronic job application. three hours. the thing kept disappearing entries before my very eyes, or i would enter a job in the "previous employment" section and it would appear in the wrong place. you know, the job you had in 1995 doesn't belong between the jobs you had in 2002 and 2005! i started the thing over a half dozen times. then, when it was very nearly perfect and i was about to send it, i accidentally deleted it.
so after several moments of doom and destruction, i stepped outside to check the mailbox. in the mailbox was "death", a film by my former co-worker, justin brewer, sometimes known as chuck trasch. somewhere in this film is me, slapping a disoriented guy lunging toward my stroller. tashi is in it too, but apparently the film isn't really appropriate for kids her age. so tonight, i will watch it, in secret, and feel like a raunchy movie star mom.
well really, just an extra.
so after several moments of doom and destruction, i stepped outside to check the mailbox. in the mailbox was "death", a film by my former co-worker, justin brewer, sometimes known as chuck trasch. somewhere in this film is me, slapping a disoriented guy lunging toward my stroller. tashi is in it too, but apparently the film isn't really appropriate for kids her age. so tonight, i will watch it, in secret, and feel like a raunchy movie star mom.
well really, just an extra.
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