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How little I care about sport(s)

Nora Rocket — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 22:46:46 -0400

First, a comment: in the UK and former colonies, it's "sport" singular and "maths" plural, whereas in the ol' U.S. of A., it's "math" and "sports." I love that.

And now, Sport.

The Celtics are really sticking it to the Lakers in these closing minutes of the first half of game whatever-it-is.

Getting home on time

Nora Rocket — Mon, 09 Jun 2008 22:16:10 -0400

When faced with your transit line being on fire, proceed directly to your second-best option. Do not think, "oh, I'll try something new this time" or "maybe they'll get the shuttle buses sorted out real soonish-like." You shouldn't, and they won't, and you will be either 2 1/2 hours late getting home or an hour late getting to work, rushing to someplace you don't even want to be anyway.

In other,not unrelated news, our Boston exit strategy is shaping up more quickly, which pleases me.

This summer I am getting back on the blog wagon. I hope it's drawn by a team of clydesdales.

I'm also making stuff around the house. I just topped an old desk with a layer of cork and hung 9 small line drawings of the wildflowers of North America.

In the meantime...

Nora Rocket — Sun, 05 Aug 2007 22:50:59 -0400

inbetween time, ain't we got fun?

In the past month:
-work
-gym
-gamelan
-crappy Monday night TV (I cannot look away, David Caruso! You suck!)
-vacation, both friend and family
-cooking, home and away
-decorating and rearranging
-buying a couch
-Zip car-ing
-movies
-finally finished Anna Karenina (!!)
-freelancing

+ + +

From as far back as I can remember up until I was about 18, my dreams were dominated by one enduring image or occurrence: in almost every dream, no matter what the situation was, my eyes would get stuck shut. I'd blink, in the dream, and just wouldn't be able to open them. I could pry them open with my fingers, in the dream, but with the next blink they'd stick again. It's the kind of imagery that *must mean something* but I don't know what it means. The kind of thing that maybe I'd look up in a big ol' dream dictionary if I was in a chain bookstore and had some time to kill.

Pantry party

steve — Sat, 07 Jul 2007 15:10:08 -0400

Today, I am happy.

And, I'm totally stoked with breakfast cereal...seriously. I make my living preparing food for people..however, I rarely ever cook at home...nonetheless, I like cereal...a lot. It's no muss no fuss. Thusly, I'm completely awed with this new grape nuts product.....grape nuts trail mix crunch... I read another online review wherein, GNTMC was declared "too sweet". I disagree, I think it's just right...I like it with milk, and I like it mixed into my yogurt.

Also, it ain't cereal, but here's my ideal way to make plain rice...(the herbs are dry)

No, now you know what I did [this] summer...

Nora Rocket — Sat, 07 Jul 2007 00:35:36 -0400

My un-socially-sanctioned and non-religiously-recognized non-wife is living and working in Rome this summer. For the UN. In their offices across the street from the Coliseum. Y'know, like you do. Eating gelato and pizza all the damned time.

Certain things are more difficult around the house without her. One, there are about half as many dinner ideas up in here. Two, I *always* have to take out the trash, do the dishes, maintain the kittylitterbox, do the grocery shopping, clean the tub, etc. Three, to paraphrase the crass asshat t-shirt I saw a few weekends ago (seriously, dude, it is not funny or smart even if you are gay and you think you are wearing it as a witty act of detournement), "It's not going to lick itself."

All of the week

Nora Rocket — Fri, 29 Jun 2007 00:49:12 -0400

Q: So, Nora, what have you been up to?
A: Oh, not much. Working and not working, sleeping and not sleeping, reading, sweating, not cooking, and taking cold showers.

Q: Whatcha reading?
A: Well, I just finished re-reading Tipping the Velvet and last weekend I ripped through All the Pretty Horses, the writing style of which reminded me of Faulkner, but somehow I was able to stand it--can't say the same for Faulkner. I'm late to the party on Cormac McCarthy, and I've wanted to read The Road ever since that guy I interviewed with at The Retail Bookstore back in September mentioned that he was loving it (you can always trust employee recommendations of that sort) but I am concerned I will lose some cred reading an Oprah book. She ruins everything. But still...the book existed before she picked it, and there's some comfort in the fact that a post-apocalyptic novel of ruination and devastation will be in the hands of many people more used to things like guest appearances by Dr. Phil or Best Friend Gail. Right now I'm tackling Anna Karenina. Little light beach reading, you know...