Thursday, July 28, 2005

cheap wine by the NY Times

Dragon Mood? -- ho-hummmm...

I have finally gotten to a point where I can stop, take a breath and look around. I thought I would take a look at the NY Times and see what's happening in the world.

I found the following article, enjoyed reading it and thought I'd reproduce it here:


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Who Knew a $10 Bill Had Such a Nice Bouquet?


By ERIC ASIMOV
Published: July 27, 2005


DECADES ago, when people in wine-producing countries routinely drank a few glasses with every meal, vast amounts of wine were made quickly and cheaply. It was sold for pennies - make that francs, lire and pesetas - to be consumed right away. Most of it was utter swill: thin and sour, or thick, raisiny and volatile.


The wine industry has changed drastically since then, and people tend to romanticize those days, as if the demijohns and jugs filled at the local merchant somehow contained the sort of honest artisanal products that are no longer available. Nonsense.

The fact is that today cheap wine across the board is far superior to what it was 50 years ago. It is not hard to find dry, refreshing, satisfying wines for $10 and under, as the Dining section's wine panel learned in a tasting of 24 bottles.

Why has the quality of cheap wine improved? Simply put, the standard of winemaking is far superior. The significance of something as simple as rigorous cleanliness throughout production is now understood and accepted. Technology of all sorts allows winemakers to assure drinkability, at the very least. They can control temperatures during production, adjust levels of alcohol and acidity, even dictate flavors and aromas by using particular types of cultured yeasts.

Those improvements make better wines, though not necessarily good ones: they simply help winemakers prevent flaws and spoilage. But the tasting panel was not willing to settle for innocuous wines. We wanted wines with personalities. We wanted to find pleasure in a glass rather than an absence of pain. And we did.

"I'm surprised, particularly at how well the whites showed: crisp and summery," said Fred Dexheimer, the wine director at the BLT group of restaurants in Manhattan, who joined in the tasting with a second guest, Paul Grieco, an owner and the general manager of Hearth in the East Village, along with my colleague Florence Fabricant and me.

We tasted 12 whites and 12 reds, and picked our top 5 of each. Of the whites, three of the five were made from the sauvignon blanc grape. A fourth tasted as if it were, but it was made from the colombard grape. The fifth was a pinot grigio.

What do they all have in common?

None tasted expensive. Each was fairly simple, and yet the flavors of the grapes were allowed to shine through. One of the great winemaking clichés nowadays is, "Great wines are made in the vineyard," meaning that you cannot make great wine without first growing great grapes. Yet many who pay lip service to the vineyard use cellar techniques like aging wines in new oak barrels, which masks the grapes' flavors rather than enhancing them.

Of course, new oak barrels are very expensive. Wines made to sell for $10 or less are never aged in new oak barrels. Instead winemakers, to get an oaky quality, can dip tea bags of oak chips into the wine, infusing it with aroma and flavor that, to me, always seems artificial rather than honest. Or the wines can be manipulated in less obvious ways. The wines we liked did not taste as if they were posing as expensive bottles.

During the blind tasting, we speculated freely about where the wines we liked were made. Most of us assumed they were European, particularly from areas that have not achieved high status in people's minds and whose wines have not achieved brand-name recognition. "They harvest the grapes, put them in stainless steel or cement tanks, and that's it," Mr. Dexheimer said.

Mr. Grieco agreed, saying that wines from the New World, primarily from California and Australia, are often tailored to appeal to specific markets. "I will surmise that the New World wines are the most correct wines: balanced, acidity adjusted, with something from a tree," he said. "Old World wines rock and roll in this category. They don't try to be anything more than they are."

As it turned out, though, our top white was from South Africa, and two others from the top five were from South America. Only our No. 3 wine, the Domaine Duffour, fit the expected profile of coming from a little-known Old World region. It was made in Gascony, better known as Armagnac country, from the colombard grape. In California the grape is still widely planted and used in cheap white wines, rarely achieving the direct liveliness of this French version.


Our No. 5 white was an Italian pinot grigio from Bolla, hardly a little producer. Yet it had more flavor than many bland versions that cost twice as much. Mr. Grieco called it "unbelievable bang for the buck."

To me, though, the sauvignons blancs were the most interesting of the whites. Each seemed to have character and personality that other wines in the tasting lacked. We tasted four chardonnays, for example, including one each from California, Washington, Long Island and the Languedoc. They were not bad; just inoffensive, without zest. It may be that because of its piercing flavors, sauvignon blanc is more adaptable to an inexpensive approach than chardonnay, a grape that can reach greater heights when treated to costlier winemaking.

The reds conformed much more to our expectations. Our two top wines were both from the southern Rhône Valley, long a source for good cheap bottles. The No. 1 red, a 2001 Côtes-du-Rhône from J. Vidal-Fleury, was a superb value at $8: fruity, earthy and balanced without the candied or too-sweet qualities that may make for great popularity in the marketplace but will not impress discerning wine lovers. Our No. 2 wine, the Domaine Lafond from Lirac, was, like the Vidal-Fleury, a blend of several Rhône grapes, in this case grenache, syrah and mourvèdre.

Two American wines made our list of reds. One was the '03 Big House Red from Bonny Doon, a perennial leader in inexpensive wines. Bonny Doon is not above winery manipulations, but somehow its leader, Randall Grahm, manages to produce honest wines. Our No. 5 wine, a Bogle zinfandel, struck me as a little too sweet; yet zinfandel deserves to be on our list, as it was for years a foundation of inexpensive California wine before it began to get fancy.

While we were pleased to discover all of these easygoing pleasures, $10 wines have clear limitations. Like inexpensive cars that with few thrills or creature comforts, these wines are fine for accompanying basic meals. They are not complex, and they don't have the cerebral or soulful appeal of much better and invariably more expensive wines.

Just as the cheap wines of old are occasionally romanticized, some people contend that what sets a $100 bottle apart from a $10 bottle is little more than pretension, reputation, hype and the compulsion of gullible people to pay the higher price.

For the most part, that's ridiculous. Better wine often costs more because it is more expensive to produce. Is it possible that you will like a $10 bottle better than a $100 bottle? Of course, and not just once in a while. After all, some expensive wines are as abysmal as others are wonderful. Are some $100 bottles of wine big, pumped-up frauds that depend on the willingness of fools to part with their money? Absolutely, and they are easy to find. But the argument that the price bears no relation to quality is often founded on a specious salt-of-the-earth desire that all wines should be created equal.

To me, the dismissal of all expensive wines reminds me of Wilde's definition of a cynic: "A man who knows the price of everything, and the value of nothing."


Tasting Report: Why Plunk Down Good Money for Plonk?

WHITES

Steenberg South Africa Sauvignon Blanc 2004
$8
**½
Crisp, fresh, zesty and balanced, with unexpected depth. (Importer: Monsieur Touton Selections, New York)

Veramonte Casablanca Valley, Chile Sauvignon Blanc 2004
$7
**
Bone-dry and refreshing, with tart herb and mineral flavors. (Franciscan Estate Selections, Rutherford, Calif.)

Domaine Duffour Vin de Pays des Côtes de Gascogne 2003
$7.40
**
Bright, intense fruit flavors, like sauvignon blanc except it's colombard. (Michael Skurnik Wines, Syosset, N.Y.)

Bodegas Salentein Mendoza, Argentina Sauvignon Blanc Finca el Portillo 2004
$9
**
Mild and refreshing, with citrus flavors. (San Francisco Wine Exchange)

Bolla Venezie I.G.T Pinot Grigio 2002
$10
**
Persistent melon, tropical fruit and honey flavors. (Brown-Forman Beverages Worldwide, Louisville, Ky.)

REDS

J. Vidal-Fleury Côtes-du-Rhône 2001
$8
***
Earthy and balanced, with lingering fruit flavors and a great sense of place. (W. J. Deutsch & Sons, White Plains, N.Y.)

Domaine Lafond Lirac Roc-Épine 2002
$8
**
Balanced fruit and tannins, with a pleasing bitter flavor. (Wines of France, Mountainside, N.J.)

Bonny Doon California Ca'del Solo Big House Red 2003
$10
**
Not complex, but full of spicy fruit flavors.

Sumarroca Penedès Tempranillo Barrel-Aged 2002
$10

Herbal flavors, decent tannins. (Frontier Wine Imports, Dover, N.J.)

Bogle California Old Vine Zinfandel 2003
$9

Juicy and fruity, but a little too sweet.


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Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Whew! made it through the weekend

Dragon Mood? -- still snorting with relief!

I am back at work and it actually feels like a relief to just SIT here at a desk and work on the computer. Getting a house and yard ready for a party is HARD WORK!

S and I held a combined barbecue/wedding shower this past Saturday for her sons and their fiancees, Mark and Lindsey and Matt and Sarah. At first, we planned for 50, bought food for 40, expected 25 to 30 and actually counted 31. Almost ten people couldn't or didn't come that we thought would be there, and about six people showed up that we didn't expect at all. But that's okay. It all worked out, there was food a-plenty for everyone and from everything we've heard, everybody had a good time.

I was primarily responsible for getting the interior of the house ship-shape, picked up, dusted and vacuumed and most of the food prepared. S was responsible for the outside of the house, including beating back the cobwebs, washing windows, cleaning the decks, mowing the grass (which she got a big helping hand from our sweet neighbor, Mr. Browder) and grilling the chicken and brats. Whew! It was a lot!

We were like a couple of Energizer bunnies when the batteries are half gone. We'd work furiously for a little while, and then one or the other of us would plop down and exclaim, "Geez, am I pooped! I must be getting old!" We laughed at one another and all the variations of the aforesaid complaints about our lack of stamina. High temperatures and high humidity sure didn't help our cause, especially S as she was outdoors. Thank goodness I was mostly able to work inside in heavenly cool air conditioning!

Three of the four soon-to-be wedded were effusive in their thanks and appreciation for our efforts. (I will leave it to those who may read this to guess who didn't say anything??) But it doesn't matter because S and I felt really good and satisfied that the party was a success.

So when's the next kid getting married?? Huh??

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

New additions


Secretary & Computer Armoire

Curio Cabinet

These two pieces of furniture are being delivered today ... in time to reorganize the seashell collection AND the computer desk before the party! AAAaaarrrgghhhH!

Monday, July 18, 2005

back in the salt mines

Dragon Mood? -- can a water dragon be a Ravenclaw????

Yes, it's sad, but true. I'm back at work. (sniffling, ragged sob)

But, all is not gloom and doom. I did buy a copy of Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince on Saturday.

To that end, I took a test ..............


Want to Get Sorted?
I'm a Ravenclaw!


Honestly, I don't know what that means. I guess I'm happy not to be a sly, slimy Slytherin but I also don't get to be the hero/heroine sort of Gryffindor. Damn!

And .... I did manage to read ONE chapter of the book last night -- a treat for myself after all my hard work these past four or five days. I can't wait to read more!

Sunday, July 17, 2005

at the tail end of the shutdown

Dragon Mood? -- confused and disoriented

I haven't posted in so long, it feels almost foreign to do so. Sheesh!

Today is the last day of my two-week shutdown period with work. (Sad face, grimaces, groans.) It has been such an odd time for me, fractured and broken up, that it may almost be a relief to go back to work.

S had to work through this shutdown time. She hated it! She's up against a big, brick wall of a deadline so she had no choice in the matter. Therefore, we had no vacation together which makes us both sad ... and mad ... and frustrated.

Since I posted last, I traveled to Madison via car, plane and bus to see mijita, Carolina, and mijito, Yoshkie. We spent a quick weekend together, drinking lots of beer, watching numerous videos numerous times and trying to stay cool. The temps were in the high 80s with loads of humidity to boot. We used Caroline's A/C liberally and necessarily.

I returned back to the Motor City late Monday night. S and I had a sweet lunch near the tower and then I headed home to the pine trees. I have been cleaning off and on (mostly on) since then, trying to get ready for the big barbecue/picnic/wedding shower that will be held next weekend. We're anticipating 40 to 50 people attending, including four to six house guests and a marathon euchre tournament late into the night after the party. It should be a wingding of a bash!

I keep talking to myself, trying to allay my occasional anxiety attacks about this party. It will be okay, everything will be fine and just try to relax and enjoy the process. (So much easier said than done, huh?)

Wednesday evening, J & J invited me over for dinner and a ride around the lake on their pontoon. Kevin was there and we had a lovely time. Unfortunately, S was still at work, trying to wrap things up. We both went back over there Friday evening, as well, had a few drinks, shared some pizza and sat out on their deck overlooking the lake. The sky was rather overcast but we hashed over the world's problems and Kevin, Jeanne and S did some birdwatching and bird-sleuthing. Joanne and I played with their dog, Buster.

Thursday was a mambo-jumbo doctor-visiting day which I'll post about in a separate post.

Last night, Saturday night, we got to babysit our new grandbaby, Preston, which was delightful and surprisingly easy. We played with him and talked to him for about an hour ... and then he conked out. I mean, CONKED OUT! S and I could only surmise that the pleasant coolness of the house after all the heat and humidity just knocked him out. He lay on the futon next to S, totally relaxed with his arms splayed up around his head. He has a beautiful face and looks so much like pictures of his dad and uncle at that age. We watched "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" on TNT and then channel-surfed until 1 a.m. Then we woke him up, loaded him in his carseat, put him in the backseat of my new (used) Protege and returned him home to his partying parents. Mark had already drunk too many shots of tequila and had thrown up. He looked quite rough. We wished him a "Happy Birthday" and headed home.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Fourth of July weekend

Dragon Mood? -- happy to be home

It's the day after the Fourth. Whew! What a fast-track weekend this was!

After working four ten-hour days, I left our pied-a-terre late Thursday evening to head back home to the pine trees. Friday morning was filled with cleaning out the Volvo, vacuuming, vacuuming, vacuuming mounds of dog hair from the back area of the wagon and using the Rainbow's crevice tool to get out seven years worth of crumbs, old movie ticket stubs and other detritus of the gypsy life from my old car. I must say it looked pretty good by the time I was done.

I picked up Ruth at a local shopping center after she had lunch with her sister-in-law, Carrie. Bless Ruth's heart, she was content with "running" with me Friday afternoon, to the Secretary of State's office for an instant title on the Volvo (where did I put that original title???), picking up the loan check from the credit union and listening to me worry and fret about getting the Volvo to the dealership in good running order.

We hit Meijers, stocked up on bloody Mary ingredients, as well as some sushi and headed home for happy hour! Yeah! Ruth made us some damn good drinks and we sat out on the deck, listening to the fountain and letting our hair down. Ruth laughed and said she was in nirvana. This was what she had been waiting for all week! S arrived a little later and she joined us for another round of happy hour drinks. Ruth and I talked and talked, like sisters do, until at midnight, we hit our beds.

Saturday morning, I took a couple of pictures of the old Volvo, we jumped in and headed for southern Michigan, near the Indiana border. Suffice it to say that the trip was uneventful (thank you, God!), we got there in good time and good shape, the new car was pretty much what I was expecting, we exchanged cars, money and handshakes and Ruth and I headed back. It was a gorgeous morning, cloudless and sunny, and I kept telling Ruth over and over how much I appreciated her going with me for this anxiety-filled transaction. I'm usually a much less-stressed person. For some reason unknown to me, I was really worried about the old car. I guess in mind, it had definitely crossed over some invisible line to an unreliable and overly costly state. What a relief to leave it there at the dealership.




We got back into town and immediately headed for a local department store that was having a sale on Fiesta dishware. Ruth bought twelve (12!) small dessert/cereal bowls in SIX happy colors. She also bought S and me four bowls, two in tangerine and two in shamrock green. (Hey, that rhymes!)

I dropped Ruth off at her in-laws house, where Paul was waiting for her and we said our good-byes. It was a great 24-hour visit! I hope Ruth felt, as much as I did, that each of our "wells" had been filled with sisterly love and concern.

Upon arriving at home, all my earlier anxiety caught up with me and I was ready to crash. I felt so-oo-ooo tired! To S's credit, she was understanding and patient. We took a nap for about an hour and then headed out to her sister's house, almost an hour southwest of us.

Becky lives in a quaint little town and has a lovely home that backs up to a river. It's really an idyllic setting. There were lots of folks already there. Grandma and Sally and Jim and Michelle had traveled downstate from Grayling and were camping in Becky's backyard. Andrew and Rachel and their two small children, Noah and Emily, came from St. Johns. Becky's older daughter, Tiara, and her fiance, A.J., had just arrived from Indianapolis. They were setting up a tent to spend the night, too.

We sat on camp chairs in Becky's lush backyard, drank beer, caught up with each other's histories, told stories and did a lot of laughing. About nine o'clock, we walked into town, to a local pub where Becky's middle son, Justin, is working. We drank more beer, ordered food, shot some pool and just had a high old time. S and Joe shared breaded gizzards and dared others to try them. I tried one and that was enough. (A bit chewy for my tastes.)

Little Lydia and Corey, in the nine-to-eleven year range, were happy enough after S emptied her pocket change purse out on the table and helped themselves to quarters to play foosball and buy animal stickers out of a vending machine. Even Grandma, at 89, seemed to be enjoying herself amidst all the activity. S and I left about 12:30 and headed home to the pine trees.

Sunday was a far more relaxed day. I slept in until 10:30 or 11:00, walked right by the computer here and headed out to the deck. It was gorgeously sunny, hot and heading for another humid day. We cleaned out the fountain which had gotten amazingly greener with algae and played in the water, keeping cool. I decided that we both needed new paint jobs on our toenails, so I got "Juicy Tomato" while S stuck with her traditional dark purple-y "Currant." The sun was hot and my white, white skin started turning pink rapidly. I got an okay amount of sun on my arms and legs, but the back of my neck and upper back got red. I later complained to S that that was her job to watch my back -- literally!

We wrote out a birthday card for little Lydia who, as a firecracker baby, was about to turn ELEVEN! (Caroline, do you remember going to the hospital with me on the day that she was born?) S ordered five grinders that we picked up enroute and headed back to Becky's.

This time there was another crowd, a whole different crowd of family visitors. Jim and Michelle had headed back up north, while Tiara and A.J. headed back south. Grandma and Sally were still there. Matthew and Sarah arrived right after us, with Tim and their pitbull puppy, Tonka, in tow. Then Mark and Lindsey pulled in with baby Preston. Everybody circled around the baby, oohing and aahing. Grandma held Preston while we took turns taking pictures of them.

Becky's neighbor has a great horseshoe pit so the guys started pitching horseshoes. The rest of us took turns holding Preston and talking about the upcoming wedding plans. S took Mark and Lindsey for a walk down to the nearby local park. She talked turkey with them about their upcoming wedding plans, finances and what they needed.

Later in the evening, Matt's friend, Joe showed up and a bunch of 'em started fishing from the river. Lydia and Corey were as excited as ten year olds can be! They pulled in little catfish and bullheads, one right after the other. Meanwhile, S and Tim had built a roaring campfire in the firepit and we sat around watching the fire. Iin Sally's camper, Mark and Lindsey took turns lulling Preston to sleep. It was a beautiful night, dark and moonless, with the sky full of stars. We could hear people setting off the occasional firecracker or Roman candle. The air felt full of family conviviality, contentment and an all-around sense of well-being. Those are the moments we live for.

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Broke down and bought a car

Yup, here's a gen-u-wine news update:

I have found a 2003 Mazda Protege5, a four-door hatchback, with less than 35,000 miles on it for under $13,000.

It's silver, it's got a sunroof and a 6-CD changer in it .... yep, that's six, count 'em, SIX CDs!

The car dealer is holding it for me. He's putting a "SOLD" sign on it. It's down in a little town near the Indiana border. I'll be driving there probably Saturday.

I'm still getting used to the idea. Hmm, whaddaya think about that new car there, Mary?

Sunday, June 26, 2005

Sunday morning

Dragon Mood? -- sluggish

It feels like it's been ages since I last posted. Life has been too busy the past month or so.

I got bad news this past week. My old Volvo appears to be terminal. It has achieved some critical mass in terms of parts not working, new parts needed and sheer old age in terms of its working (or more appropriately, not working) properly. It has become the proverbial "money drain." I don't want to put more money into a vehicle with 200K+ miles on it, much as I had hoped to drive it until 300K. I'm actually rather sad about it and already mourning its passing.

So, for the past several days I have been thinking about and researching other vehicles. I'm about 90% sure that I'm going to buy a used vehicle. While I would love to buy a Honda Civic Si hatchback, the pretzel-like gymnastics one has to employ to access the backseat will probably take that one out of the running. The Mini Cooper is just too cool, too in demand with a $20,000+ price tag to go with it for my pinched pocketbook. The most likely candidate at this time looks to be the Pontiac Vibe, with four doors, a hatchback for the dog, and a conscientious EPA rating of 28/33 mpg.

I will keep you posted!

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Solstice Dawn At Stonehenge





Isn't this cool?

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Happy Summer Solstice!

Today is the longest day of the year and the point in the Sun's comings and goings when it is farthest north.

It is also a day for celebration, when we join with peoples past and present celebrating the Sun's role in our sustenace and lives.

Reuters reports that up to 21,000 druids, spiritualist and revellers gathered at Stonehenge this morning to watch the sun rise at 4:58 a.m. across Salisbury Plain in Wiltshire.

I am right there with them, cheering, revelling and enjoying the day!

Thursday, June 16, 2005

Such a busy week!

Dragon Mood? -- winded and snorty

It has been way too busy this week. Here's what I've been doing:

  • working, working, working at work! Who would've imagined I could have so much work at work?
  • getting my hormonal ring prescription filled. S bought us a Sam's Club membership a couple of weeks ago, because we heard that their prescription drug prices are lower. My time was rapidly running out (watch out! there's a bitch on the loose!), so I needed to get that 'scrip transferred and filled. Thankfully, S was willing to drive over bad potholes and across half of Motown to help me get this DRUG I need!
  • on the phone with my dad, my sister and my son, trying to figure out what to say in a document for a class-action suit with which we're involved. 'Nough said! ArrrrghhHHH!
  • my coworker, Trice, suckered me into playing two choral pieces that she's trying to learn, and then, casually, oh-by-the-way mentioned, "would you mind taping them for me, too, please?" That has been another "AAAaarrrghhHH" situation! If I wanted to be playing church pieces, I'd go to a damn church and volunteer!
  • paying our house insurance which was due about two weeks ago, and now they're going to cancel our mortgage because the house is uninsured, and of course, I always skip right over any correspondence from the insurance company because I HATE insurance companies just on principle!!!!
  • AAaaarrrghghHHH!!

What I haven't had time to do:

  • knit
  • read one of the five books I ordered from QPB which are sitting on the leather ottoman, staring innocently at me
  • get on the laptop and play, play, play with Photoshop which is want I really want to be doing
  • walk the dog -- I have been a totally derelict mom and two-legged as far as Cisco is concerned; she's filing a grievance with the ACLU.
  • chase dust bunnies; Cisco keeps blowing out her winter coat and the bunnies are definitely going to stage a coup d'etat any day now and tie S and me up. You'll know that it truly happened when there are no more blog posts!
  • just sit on the front porch, drink a beer and watch the world go by. Besides being too damn busy, I'm haven't even had or taken time to go buy myself a six-pack of Mich Ultra. Now that's just completely pathetic!
  • send anybody, including my father, a Happy Father's Day card. A phone call is going to have to suffice!
  • get ready for Game 4 of the NBA Finals; the Pistons are counting on me! S and I are definitely going to have to visit the local pub near our pied-a-terre, say "Hi" to Shannon and drink with complete seriousness.

I'll get back with you after those six Mich Ultras.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Devonport, early morning




From donnamiller at flickr.

Isn't this an absolutely exquisite photo? I am completely in awe!

Sunday, June 12, 2005

It didn't even say goodbye

Dragon Mood? -- *sniff, sniff* "buh-bye, computer"

[I'm writing this on Thursday, but back-dating it for last Sunday.]

Saturday morning, when I had gotten up, I tried to get on the computer. I hit the ON button and nothing happened. I mean nothing happened. Just the night before, eight or nine hours earlier, I had been on the computer and everything was fine. Now, it was completely dead. I checked all the electrical connections, the surge protection was in place and other peripherals seemed to have power. Just not the CPU box.

Saturday afternoon, Mark, Lindsey and baby Preston were visiting. Mark is something of a geek so we asked him to have a look at it. He concluded that maybe our power supply something or other was burned out (not the geekiest of technical jargon), because the CPU couldn't even be turned on.

I called a place he recommended. They were open until six and I told them I was bringing the box in. I didn't tell S this, but I wanted our computer functional -- I had a bunch of pictures I wanted to upload to flickr!!!!

Suddenly, Mark was asking if we wanted to take the baby with us to the computer place while he and Lindsey made a grocery run to Meijers. Methinks he saw an opportunity to be alone with his honey. We both said, "Sure!," so Mark hustled our CPU out to the Volvo, we loaded S and Preston in the back seat of the Volvo, they took off for Meijers and we headed to this geek shop.

S and I got totally bad news about our computer: a blown capacitor, a hanging ventilation fan (it was attached to the box only by the electrical wires connection) and a fried motherboard! Yikes -- no wonder the damn thing wouldn't turn on.

So, we made a two-minute decision to buy a rebuilt CPU for about $400. We set the baby's carseat on the floor and wandered around while they cannibalized our CPU, pulled out our hard drive and our video card, and started rebuilding this "new" machine. LIterally within 20 or 30 minutes, it was ready to go.

We loaded the new CPU, the baby and his carseat back into the Volvo and went and got a soft-serve ice cream to celebrate our new computer! We were waiting to get a call from Mark and Lindsey that they were home from their shopping trip so we just drove around, talking, passing the time. Preston fell asleep.

It was an unexpected and interesting afternoon to be sure!

Sunday, June 05, 2005

A 30-year time frame

Dragon Mood? -- sentimental

Last night, S and I went to see George Lucas's Revenge of the Sith. It was Episode III of his six-part Star Wars movie. I thought it was better than Episodes I and II, but also more violent than I remember Episodes IV, V and VI being.

As we left the theater, I realized that Star Wars is far more a part of my history than I had ever realized. It brackets a 30-year time frame that begins with ...

My then-husband and I going to a drive-in movie theater (the Starlight?) near old Lansing Road and Waverly. It was August and we were excited about seeing this new movie about space adventures. And we were taking our four-month-old daughter, Caroline, to her first movie. We came to rue that decision as Caroline was teething and halfway into the movie, she began to cry loudly and determinedly. Nothing I did could quiet her. Our drive-in neighbors gave us dirty looks. Our crying baby was definitely disturbing the Force for them. We finally gave up, started the 350 horses of our Chevy Malibu, gravel crunching loudly as we dejectedly slunk out, the outdoor screen filled with now silent images. My personal definition of frustration!

Fast forward to 1982. Our son, Josh, is turning four and we're having a birthday party. We rent a VCR from the public library (yes, we didn't own one at the time), invite four or five other little boys to the house and as birthday entertainment, they watch The Empire Strikes Back. If my maternal memory serves me correctly, the party was a great success! Josh was thrilled! (In retrospect, what a deadly dull way to have a party: here kids, sit in front of the TV for the next two hours!)

Now it's 1984? (That's a guess and I'm basing it on the kids' ages.) Josh would have been six and Caroline eight. Someone(?) sponsored an audio reading of the then three Star Wars movies for National Public Radio that was played every Saturday night (again, a guess?) for eight or ten weeks. As regular listeners to WKAR, we heard about the audio series and decided to tape the broadcast of each episode. We had a new stereo system and were pretty proud of ourselves for our technological sophistication! I remember sitting in the then dining room, listening to the adventures of Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia. The kids' dad carefully and lovingly taped each and every episode. And those tapes; my goodness, they floated around with the other detritus of our household for years and years!

Fast forward through middle school, piano lessons, divorce, kids shuttled back and forth, high school, band, graduations, college, more graduations. They're grown, they're gone and Star Wars lives on.

And last night, I saw the last of this remarkable body of work. I'm glad I went to see it on the BIG SCREEN! Here's to you, George Lucas, and all the other countless people who contributed to such a cultural icon of the late 20th century! Bravo! Star Wars is definitely a visible and recurring thread in the tapesty of my life.

Tuesday, May 31, 2005

I want to be able to do that!

 
I have been salivating over several images published by todd456 at zoto.com.

I think they are simply gorgeous and I am so curious as to how they were made.

Such fluidity and movement!   I want to be able to do that!

ancient India and the language of consciousness

Dragon Mood? -- curious

I stumbled across this site and thought these definitions quite understandable. I wanted to remember them.

Contemporary Hindu culture originated primarily with the Aryans who invaded India about 1500 B.C. bringing with them the Sanskrit language and the Vedic religion. However, for at least 1000 years prior to this invasion, there existed a culture in India about which we know very little.

The cities of the Indus river valley left no large monuments and although they did have a written language, it has not yet been translated. From some fragmentary evidence that does remain, scholars conclude this early culture contained within it many elements that were later incorporated into the Hindu religion.


The Language of Consciousness

The exploration of consciousness has developed to a remarkable degree in the Hindu culture. In fact, the Sanskrit language has shown itself to be sufficiently precise in describing the subtleties of consciousness exploration that many Sanskrit words, with no adequate English equivalents, have become commonplace in our own contemporary culture. Consider for example these terms:

asanas: postures used to stimulate flow of life-force through the body and to aid meditation.

atman: The human soul or spirit -- the essence of the inner being.

ahimsa: The doctrine of non-violence toward sentient beings.

akasha: The ether; primordial substance that pervades the entire universe; the substratum of both mind and matter. All thoughts, feelings, or actions are recorded within it.

Brahman: Hindu god who represents the highest principle in the universe; the essence that permeates all existence. Brahman is the same as atman in the philosophy of the Upanishads.

dharma: One's personal path in life, the fulfillment of which leads to a higher state of consciousness.

dhyana: The focusing of attention on a particular spiritual idea in continuous meditation.

guna: A cosmic force or quality. Hindu cosmology maintains that the universe is composed of three such qualities: satvic, meaning pure or truthful; rajasic, meaning rich or royal; and tomasic meaning rancid or decaying.

Ishwara: Personal manifestation of the supreme; the cosmic self; cosmic consciousness.

karma: The principle by which all of our actions will effect our future circumstances, either in the present or in future lifetimes.

mantras: Syllables, inaudible or vocalized, that are repeated during meditation.

maya: The illusions the physical world generates to ensnare our consciousness.

moksha: The attainment of liberation from the worldly life.

mandala: Images used to meditate upon.

nirvana: The transcendental state that is beyond the possibility of full comprehension or expression by the ordinary being enmeshed in the concept of selfhood.

ojas: Energy developed by certain yogic practices that stimulates endocrine activity within the body.

prana: Life energy that permeates the atmosphere, enters the human being through the breath, and can be directed by thought.

pranayama: Yogic exercises for the regulation of the breath flow.

samadhi: State of enlightenment of superconsciousness. The union of the individual consciousness with cosmic consciousness.

sadhanas: Spiritual disciplines. Practical means for the attainment of a spiritual goal.

samsara: The phenomena of the senses. Attachment to samsara leads to further rebirth.

siddhis: Powers of the soul and spirit that are the fruits of yogic disciplines.

soma: A plant, probably with psychedelic properties, that was prepared and used in ritual fashion to enable men to communicate with the gods.

tantras: Books dealing with the worship of the female deities and specifying certain practices to attain liberation through sensuality, particularly through the heightened union of male and female energies.

yoga: This is the Sanskrit word meaning union and refers to various practices designed to attain a state of perfect union between the self and the infinite.

Monday, May 30, 2005

Memorial Day

Dragon Mood? -- most relaxed

It's midday Monday, Memorial Day.

S and I are moving as slowly as two people can move and still be recognized as alive and breathing. (laughing) I guess you could say that we're pretty relaxed.

S cleaned out our little frog fountain yesterday and replaced the pump with a super-duper high-powered one that has been languishing in the basement for the past eleven years. That fountain really spurts and trickles now, believe me! I'm so pleased that she cleaned it out and IT WORKS!

While she worked on the fountain, I made super-duper (my favorite word today, I guess?) oatmeal-bran-banana-blueberry bread. It turned out scrumptious and extremely filling, as you may well imagine!

We also made a quick run into the nearby little town for some emergency hardware supplies and, of course, the mom-and-pop hardware store was closed. Amazingly, the local drugstore (national chain) had something close to what S was looking for and I was able to buy some colorful nail polish for my toes ("Juicy Tomato" by Maybelline). Meanwhile, the skies had clouded up and it began to rain. Not to be deterred from our in-town itinerary, however, we hit the ice cream place for the obligatory blizzard, vanilla yogurt and doggie ice cream sundae (Cisco was in the back of the car, whimpering for her ice cream).

S and I also cooperatively consulted on preparing a pork loin roast that turned out spectacularly well, if I say so myself. Lina had given me the idea of a pork roast smothered and marinaded with plain yogurt. But her roast was done with lots of Indian spices and dried fruit, which I didn't want to use. So, S and I ended up choosing a hoisin sauce (which had been languishing in our cupboard since the Y2K era), a jar of roasted and minced garlic and some dijon mustard, all mixed together, and spooned over the roast.

I baked it for about a half an hour at 425 degrees to seal the juices in, then smothered the roast with plain yogurt, covered it and cooked it at 350 degrees for another two hours. Oh yes, at S's recommendation, about an hour before the finish, we added about 2 or 3 tablespoons of brown sugar to the by-then ample gravy to sweeten it just a bit. Finally, the last half hour we baked it uncovered, marinating the roast a couple of times with the juices in the pan.

It was excellent; well-flavored and pull-apart tender. We fixed some brown basmati rice with its savory nutty smell that just begged for pork gravy poured over it. Yum! We topped off the meal with steamed brussels sprouts and a small serving of cottage cheese. UMmmmm-ummm good!

We watched movies, painted toenails and enjoyed each other's company. It was a good day!

Sunday, May 29, 2005

Movies: Crash and Sideways, Neverland, Aviator

Dragon Mood? -- amazed at S

Friday night, S and I finally left our little house in the pine forest and went to see a movie. We chose Crash over the Star Wars Sith whatever-it-is movie; I would still like to see that one on the big screen.

We both thoroughly enjoyed Crash. It's a Pulp Fiction-like movie with multiple stories, chronologically shuffled around (there's that time thing going again) and multiple sets of characters who appear to crash into one another's lives with randomness and suddenness. The other major theme of the movie is prejudice, stereotypes and mis-assumptions about what other people are thinking and doing. It's extremely well done and I highly recommend it. You don't need the big screen to see this one; however, I'm glad that we did. Whoever the director of photography or cinematography was, they did a great job. There are numerous scenes with these very dreamy lead-ins (I'm specifically thinking of the car lights on the freeway images). There are images in my mind from the movie that felt artistic and yet edgy. I just liked how the film was shot -- its look, you know?

Last night, S voted for DVDs so we rented three: Sideways, The Aviator and Finding Neverland (I think that's the title). We watched Sideways.

[the sunlight is encroaching on my screen -- gotta take a sun break -- post more later]

[now mid-morning Monday] Hello, again. Just to finish off this post about movies, S and I watched Finding Neverland (Johnny Depp, Kate Winslet, Julie Christie) and The Aviator (Leonardo DiCaprio, Cate Blanchett, John C. Reilly). I really liked Finding Neverland because it's all about imagination.

The Aviator was big and bold but it never really pulled me in. Probably the closest it came was one or two of the dialogues between Howard Hughes and Katherine Hepburn ("We're not like them; we're all these acute angles ... and we'll end up looking like freaks." -- or something along those lines).

Of the four I saw this weekend, I'd pick Crash as the best of the lot.

Friday, May 27, 2005

Time theme

Dragon Mood? -- a bit imperious; dragons are timeless and don't wear wristwatches

Since I just finished reading several books written around the theme of time, I read with great interest the Science News magazine that we got this week. In it there was an article about a New Zealand college drop-out named Peter Lynds who is postulating there is no such thing as discrete units of time. Time is completely a subjective human experience and has no reality in ... er, reality. Lynds has created quite a stir in the scientific community with a paper entitled, "Time and Classical and Quantum Mechanics: Indeterminacy vs. Discontinuity."

Here's an excerpt from an interview with Lynds by an organization called Epiphany in C:
Interviewer:I am still trying to wrap my mind around the concept of "time" without a direction or flow. I'm with you on the idea that motion would be impossible if there was such a thing as a static instant - but the "time" that leaves me with (without a flow) is still a bit muddy. Einstein killed off the idea of a universal "now" with his description of time depending on ones speed and relationship to gravity. Now you appear to be killing off one's individual "now" - as a neuronally induced cinematic-like illusion of a progressive present moment (aka consciousness). Where does that leave time as a concept - and our relationship with it, if it does not flow? Can you explain what you mean by "relative order of events"?

Peter Lynds: Hi and a big thanks for your interest in my work...

To try to answer your question, although there mightn't be a flow of time and there's no such thing as an instant or present moment in time in nature (i.e. they're completely subjective), there is interval in time (relative duration as indicated by a watch). If there wasn't duration between events, those events couldn't take place successively and all physical continuity, including motion and the progression of the hands of a clock or its mechanism, wouldn't be possible. As such, I think an assertion of time not existing is a bit strong, and should firstly be made with the acknowledgment of duration.

I think one must also be careful not to confuse the notion of a flowing time with a dimensional representation of time, as they are not the same things. The first is something that would actually have physical existence, while the latter is just the way in which interval in time is represented and modeled. The same applies to spatial point in nature vs. a dimensional representation of space.

In relation to relative order of events, as time doesn't flow or go in any direction, it's the order that a sequence of events take place in that's relevant, not the direction of time itself. The order of a sequence of events can take place in either one order relative to its reverse order, or in the reverse order, relative to the first. Moreover, it only makes sense to say that the order of a sequence of events take place in one order, if one firstly stipulates which direction is to be considered which. For example, the assertion that events are taking place in a forward order, could equally be said to be taking place in backward order, and the reverse said to be forward. The same for up and down, future and past etc.


I don't know about you but he sorta lost me talking about the "flow of time" and the "dimensional representation of time." A graph or a picture would be very helpful here, Mr. Lynds.

And ... I'm posting this before 9 a.m. on a Saturday morning. I could be watching cartoons, you know.

We got INOCULATED!

Dragon Mood? -- smug with anti-virus inoculation

I realized this morning that I still haven't blogged about our Norton Internet Security fiasco. I think I almost want to BLOCK IT OUT OF MY MIND!

Last week, in preparation for trying to install this software, I printed out numerous support documents from Symantec's Support website. I'm talkin' NUMEROUS. And there were many links and articles talking about all the possible and potential errors one could encounter installing this software. That should have been a clue.

Saturday morning (last Saturday morning), I woke up, happy and ready to tackle this installation. Allow me to digress. In preparation the night before, I had read up on System Restore, created a System Restore benchmark, backed up megabytes and megabytes of data on CD and generally did everything of a preventative nature I could.

Saturday morning. I began the download of Norton Internet Security at 8:10 a.m. Two hours later (yes, we still have dial-up and downloads are SLOW!), I was ready to install it. I followed the directions, the installation wizard popped up, and two screens later, the error messages started coming. I won't bore you with the details. Suffice to say, I logged off, logged back on, and tried the installation again. How do you make that game-show rejection sound in a blog? Enhhnnnnh!

By this time, it was 10:30 going on 11:00 and I had had ENOUGH! I was DONE!

I pulled up my gmail account, searched through the numerous PC World newsletters I've received over the past year and found it. Yep! A small but highly effective anti-virus software from a company called Avast!. And it was FREE!

I downloaded it in under three minutes and installed it in less than five. Done! So far, so good! Avast! .... you are a prince among men! A diamond among chunks of coal! And with a good piratical name like Avast! (the exclamation point is included in the name -- sort of like Yahoo! I guess?), who could ask for more?

Thursday, May 26, 2005

And another book I read...

...was the delightful love story, The Time Traveler's Wife, by Audrey Niffenegger. I ordered it from QPB back last winter and hadn't gotten around to reading it until the big bad flu struck.
Henry De Tamble is a Chicago librarian with "Chrono Displacement" disorder; at random times, he suddenly disappears without warning and finds himself in the past or future, usually at a time or place of importance in his life. This leads to some wonderful paradoxes. From his point of view, he first met his wife, Clare, when he was 28 and she was 20. She ran up to him exclaiming that she'd known him all her life. He, however, had never seen her before.
I thought Niffenegger did a great job of keeping the reader oriented, considering how potentially disorienting all the flashbacks might have been. I loved getting to know Henry and Clare both. I wanted them to be happy even with Henry's curious disorder.

I'd definitely recommend the book to others. In fact, I already have: my sister and a co-worker. By virtue of blood, my sister will be getting my copy before too long.

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Mustn't forget to tell you this!

Dragon Mood? -- charmed and charming

I feel like I'm still catching up from being sick last week.

When I was about ten or eleven, I read Madeleine L'Engle's "A Wrinkle in Time" and I loved it! I didn't want the book to end! As the years have passed, I haven't forgotten the book and always wanted to re-read it. I did just that last week ... I read it one afternoon and evening.

I had so much fun, I kept reading and lolled and frolicked in her three companion books/stories, "A Wind in the Door," "A Swiftly Tilting Planet" and "Many Waters."

The neatest part for me was how I felt: like a ten-year old again, young and carefree and free to lose myself in the stories. I was right there with Meg and Charles Wallace and Mrs. Murry and the twins.

I wish there were more stories about the three "witches" (who were really not witches at all): Mrs. Whatsit, Mrs. Who and Mrs. Which. If I could be one of them, I would be Mrs. Whatsit with all her multiple layers and odd combinations of clothing. She was the "communicator" of the bunch.

And, I loved how "Wrinkle" began: "It was a dark and stormy night." What a hoot! Ms. L'Engle obviously has a sense of humor!

I could crawl into bed right now, open the book and be a young girl again. What a delight!

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Fifty-two, skiddou ........ JAN!

Dragon Mood? -- happy-happy!!

I was getting back in the car last night, after working a ten-hour day and after filling my car with $1.99 gas (imagine that I was excited to find sub-$2 gas?!?!), when my cell phone started ringing, "Staa-aa-art Me UP."

It was our pied-a-terre neighbor, Jan, and I could hear the excitement in her voice. She asked how we were doing and I gave her the requisite, Reader's-Digest version of our lives. She asked if we were free to come over for a "toddy" (as she cutely calls it) and some dinner. She had a big pot of chicken chop suey going and wanted us to join Tom and her.

I jumped on that invitation! It sounded fun and NO COOKING for me tonight!

Well, to make a long story just a little shorter, we found out that today is Jan's birthday. May 24th it is and it turns out to be her 52nd birthday. She and I are the same age. (I honestly thought she was younger than me.) So than I had to tell her about water dragons!

In fact, I'm gonna cut this short and go put a little Word doc together for her on WATER DRAGONS!!!!

Happy Birthday, Jan!!!




Sunday, May 22, 2005

Languorous Sunday

Dragon Mood? -- moving slow and happy

It has been a lovely, slow-moving day. I hope the word, "languorous" is the right word. I have spent a lot of the day sitting here at the computer, downloading pictures from our digital camera, playing with them (ever so slightly) in Photoshop, and uploading them to our brand new account at Flickr. Whew! That's a lot of pictures. Plus, I cropped and reduced many of them so S can upload them to her Palm. All this technology is fun and exciting and wonderful ... but it does take time. Thankfully, I enjoyed it and just took my time.

I fixed myself a breakfast of turkey bacon (so easy and unmessy in the microwave!) and a nice little Pyrex mixing cup of good ol' fashioned oatmeal (yes, arterial walls -- you are WELCOME!) with a little brown sugar, broken up walnuts and some berrily-delicious strawberries. A breakfast fit for a queen!

Then the queen decided to take a nap. Mind you, this was early in the afternoon on a wonderfully gray, rainy Sunday -- what could be better? S covered my legs and feet with a "lap blanket" as she calls it and I was warm and safe. I slept and dreamt in a deep, dark place; it felt profoundly restful there. Then I heard the dog growl a low growl which segued into loud and repeated barking. Nap over.

Later, we talked over the world's problems and decided to go get an ice cream cone.
When you can't solve the world's problems, doesn't an ice cream cone sound like a good idea? I had lowfat, low-sugar yogurt with Spanish peanuts in a cup, Cisco had a doggie ice cream (replete with little doggie bone) and S, the sugar-glutton, had a large Blizzard filled with Reese's Pieces. Eeechchhh! Too much sweet for me!

We walked around the "estate" and took more pictures of the flowers. I've already downloaded them off the camera and UPloaded them to Flickr. All this UP and DOWN loading! I hope to post one here from Flickr. It will be a test.

Saturday, May 21, 2005

A full day

Dragon Mood? -- tired old dragon-girl

It has been a full, FULL day ... and I'm pooped!

I will hopefully write more tomorrow about all my doings, but I just wanted to post this little note in my blog:

I absolutely feel blessed and cup-overflowing rich with all the good people and abundance of things in my life.

Like what you ask?

Well, my dear partner who never lets a day go by without challenging me in SOME WAY! And my sweet hijita, who understands only too well how excited I can get about the color of colored glass in a photo on Flickr and listens patiently nonetheless.

Oh, the color! and the flowers! and the leaves on the newly-leafed trees! I am drowning in a sea of pleasures!

And, if I'm rambling, well, ... that's because I'm pooped and I need to go to BED!

Friday, May 20, 2005

Norton's software, the dragon-slayer?

I AM back at work today and feeling better than I have since Saturday afternoon -- yes, that's SIX days ago.

I am looking forward to gathering up the dog and my Hawaiian-flowered gypsy bag and heading home to the pine trees and the daffodils and my piano.

But waiting there for me is a task. A mission. A quest, you could almost say. To survive installing Norton's Internet Security software. Which I tried to install two weekends ago -- with terrible, horrible, very bad results. I won't bore you with the details but suffice to say that spending three hours on the phone talking to a techie in India is NOT my idea of a great way to spend Mother's Day. And that three hours was spent just trying to UN-install the damn software. Very terrible, very horrible, very bad.

So, as the dragon, I'm feeling like I'm going to re-meet my St. George. And I can tell you that St. George won't be the one walking away from THIS fight!

(Now, if I can just NOT throw up ...}

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Sick

I am sitting at work feeling like I'm on drugs. No, seriously.

I have had the flu for the past four days. Bad flu -- multiple episodes of vomiting, fever, chills, dizziness, ... well, you get the picture.

So I talked myself into coming into work this morning (a combination of shrillness and good ol' guilt). Big, big, BIG mistake. I'm nauseated and dizzy. The lined wastebasket is a hand grab away -- I made sure of that. I think I'm gonna leave shortly and take the back roads home. No freeway for this spinning, speeding gal.

I wish I could blink myself home, into bed. Right....NOW!

[Note to self: next time, don't do the heavy-handed "you should go to work" guilt-trip thing. And, self ... if you still fall into that old bad habit of being hard on yourself, have the sense not to listen to that claptrap. You are 52. You have good, positive internal tapes. You have loving voices to listen to. Listen to them.]

Friday, May 13, 2005

schlumptuous! she's done it again!

Dragon Mood? -- glabberghasted

Well, my honey has done it again!

She has gone on another etymological scavenging hunt and found another word:

SCHLUMPTUOUS


Here's S's definition of the "new" word:

schlump-tu-ous adj. -- luscious, sexy, plump (as in 'full'), sumptuous

ex. "She has schlumptuous lips!"


Josh is taking his actuarial exam today, but if he only knew, he would be elated ("Can I bet her a computer?") and horrified ("Where does she get this stuff?") at the same time!

I think I have a SCHLUMPTUOUSLY crazy girlfriend!

Thursday, May 12, 2005

Thursday blahs

Dragon Mood? -- draggin' Dragon

Usually by this time of the week, I'm getting excited about the weekend.

But I continue to feel overly fatigued -- too fatigued for getting eight hours of sleep last night -- so no cartwheels here this Thursday. I'm gonna give this new regimen of thyroid meds a few more days. Then ... if I don't feel better by Monday, I'm gonna call my doc and tell her how I'm feeling.

Waaaah!

I hate this loopy-dopey-tired kind of feeling! Don't I sound like I swallowed a few of the Seven Little Dwarves?

It sure doesn't feel like me, folks!

Monday, May 09, 2005

It's especially nice to be a mom when ...

Dragon Mood? -- grrrreat big fireballs of GRATITUDE!

. . . your daughter buys you a PRO account ... as in "PRO-fessional" account for flickr. It arrived today for S and me. And I'm pretty pumped!

We took a boatload of pictures yesterday while over at Matt and Sarah's house: pix of baby Preston, pix of all the "kids" playing volleyball in the backyard and of course, the requisite artsy-fartsy shot of Matthew's beautifully-stacked woodpile.

Then, we got home just as the daylight was fading and S was lamenting the fact that we hadn't taken any pictures of her lovingly-planted tulips. So, I took some tulip-icously flowerful pictures.

Which at this point are still all lingering on the digital camera -- arrrrghh! I won't be able to download them until this weekend. Another arrrrrghhhh!

But, Carolina -- thank you, thank you, thank you! That is a SWEEEEEET gift!

And I LOVE being your mom!

Saturday, May 07, 2005

taking the cyber-world by storm

Dragon Mood? -- ready to take a dragon-nap

I'm talking about flickr.

Carolina is posting pix on flickr like there's no tomorrow. Check it out!

She even started an account for me! That would be here.

But . . . there's even more buzz about Backpack. Check that out!
I got me a backpack account. What about you??

More pills?

Dragon Mood? -- tired; why am I up so early?

I rolled over in bed and wondered "Where am I?" Then I wondered "What day is it? Is it a work day?"

Duh. More and more regularly, I am waking up or waking myself up on Saturday mornings, disoriented. This morning I just couldn't go back to sleep.

I wandered out to the fireplace room and looked at the big clock. Holy cats, it was just after five ... A.M.!

Is it the new pills I'm taking?

I met with my doctor yesterday ... well, actually I was supposed to meet with my doctor, but because of a really bad accident on I-96 and the resulting traffic jam, I missed my appointment entirely. What is ordinarily an hour-and-a-half drive turned into a three-hour marathon. I was frustrated and pissed, to say the least.

I ended up meeting with the nurse-practitioner. She was available and willing to meet with me at 5 o'clock on a Friday afternoon. I give her a lot of credit for that!

To make a long story short, I am now taking a slightly higher dose of Synthroid (0.075 mg or 75 mcg - micrograms) which hopefully, will alleviate some of the fatigue and incredible coldness I've been feeling. I'm also beginning a six-month course of Iodural, an iodine supplement, four 12.5 mcg tablets per day. There is evidently a pretty strong correlation between hypothyroidism and low iodine stores in the body. My doc had me do one of those iodine/urine tests and my iodine stores were definitely down. She told me that we live in the "Goiter Belt" here in the Great Lakes region because we don't get iodine from living near salt water.

I'm also beginning to take some fish oil supplements that both the doctor and her husband doctor take, again because of low iodine levels. I honestly can't remember what the connection was between the fish oil and iodine, so I'm gonna have to get back with you on that.

Suffice to say that I've got more pills to incorporate into my daily regimen. *big sigh*

Friday, May 06, 2005

Crabby sweet blossoms


Crabby sweet blossoms
Originally uploaded by Wild Wend.
My "good-eye" hijita took this picture. Isn't it gorgeous? So luscious looking, you want to bite the picture. At least, I do!

Thursday, May 05, 2005

take a look at DragonPix

Dragon Mood? -- rising and shaking the dust off; this dragon LIKES change!

I am coming up on renewal time for my one-year subscription with Squarespace. I don't think I'm gonna renew. I have never been able to get really comfortable with its interface. So, I'm gonna take my $100 or whatever it was and save my money this year. Maybe I'll buy a "Pro" account at Flickr or maybe I'll buy myself the version 7.0 upgrade for Photoshop . . . or maybe I'll just SAVE that money!

Who knows?

Anyway ... please surf over to DragonPix and check out its rising from the ashes.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Texas Trip -- a fourth telling

Dragon Mood? -- stirrin' up my dragon memory


[I am at our pied-a-terre, typing this on a borrowed laptop. I'm not used to typing on a laptop, so this feels awkward. Hopefully, my words won't reflect the feeling in my fingers.]


I want to pick up my story from last Sunday . . .

One of the things that Aunt Doris pointed out to me is that for every child baptized or person confirmed in the congregation, there is a person or couple who "sponsor" that child. They promise to pray for them, to help them, to affirm them, hug them, give them rides if needed. It's a powerfully affirming dynamic because the child feels taken in, not by some impersonal entity like a "congregation," but by specific individuals who have smiles and hugs and loving care for them. The sponsors are invested in that new member, taking a very personal interest in their daily needs, general well-being and spiritual growth. It is all so very concrete; there is nothing abstract or theoretical about it. I'm sure that is not a unique dynamic for many congregations, but I must say that I've never seen it in action in such a powerful way as I did there.

The congregation is aging. Many silver, white and even blue-haired heads dotted the pews, including Doris and Hemie. The community is changing; at first, I wrote dying, but that's not true. It is definitely changing. It used to be blue-collar whites. Now, it is poor, black, Mexican and first-generation immigrant Asians. It is definitely changing.

In all my days on this earth, I don't think I've ever been in a place that embodies what the Good News is about more fully than that congregation in Port Arthur. I don't believe I've ever witnessed a group of people more clearly putting into practice what the Gospel preaches than there. It wasn't about money or power or success. It wasn't about big fancy buildings or big preacher egos or even what people wore to church. It was about people touching one another's lives, connecting with each other, caring about one another...ultimately, loving one another, plain and simple. It was also, most importantly, about sharing the love of Jesus.

On our drive to the church, Ruth and I passed two churches, churches with large buildings that were closed, empty and totally shuttered. They were churches of mainline Protestant denominations. Another church, built in the style of a "colonial" Baptist church -- white southern plantation columns and all -- had been creatively converted into a Buddhist temple with upturned corners on what had formerly been the church spire. That was quite amazing to see and just a bit amusing.

Reflecting on those closed or altered churches, it made my aunt and uncle's church all the more remarkable for its resilience and redirection. While others close, this congregation grows. While other churches' members move away to more affluent neighborhoods or simply die out, this one's members welcome young, poor immigrant children and teach them English.

I spoke to Aunt Doris the other night. I told her that my experiences there in Texas were still reverberating for me. Think slow-moving ripples across a pool of water. Is there more? I don't know.

Here are the other postings (so far) from my Texas trip:




Too weird?

Dragon Mood? -- lack of oxygen to the brain triggers momentary delusions of world-creating

I don't know if this is too weird or what, but I'm thinking about creating an account at Backpack and creating my own little imaginary world.

What would I call it, hmmm? What would it look like? Would I be in it? or just an observer?

Tea Party

Dragon Mood? -- for tea party etiquiette, dainty and NO FIREBALLS!"

I work with an older fellow named Bill. Bill is a grandpa to little Hannah, who is now 2-and-a-half years old.

He informed me that he and his wife will be babysitting Hannah and her baby brother for six days next week. I smiled and replied that there would be lots of opportunities for tea parties. Bill's face lit up and he said, "Oh, yes! As soon as Hannah walks in the door, she comes up to me and says, 'Grandpa, let's go play dollhouse.' And then we do."

Hannah, being the imperious two year old that she is, evidently directs Bill on how the play will go. She is the director of the script. If he tries to throw something of his own into her imaginative play, she will cry, "No-no-no!" Bill smiles gently and comments that it's sometimes hard to follow the paths of her imagination. I can only imagine!

...And, I can't wait to be a grandma and hopefully be invited to tea parties! Oh, such fun that will be!

Eat or be eaten

Dragon Mood? -- listening

From today's Detroit Free Press:

MICHIGAN'S JOB CRISIS:

GRANHOLM: 'We must eat or be eaten'


Gov. Jennifer Granholm sounded an urgent note to the Detroit Economic Club Monday, saying the state faces a jobs crisis that can only be solved with a better-educated workforce, fairer taxes and more-aggressive pursuit of technology industries.


"We must eat or be eaten as a state," she said. "I, as governor, refuse to let us become some other country's meal."


Granholm reiterated her proposals aimed at creating jobs immediately and producing more college graduates in the long term. Highlights of her speech:


Single business tax: "Tax cuts are not the only factor to job creation," she said. "A fair tax structure is important to job growth." But, she added, taxes on manufacturers, who would benefit most from her tax change proposal, are too high.


Loss of manufacturing jobs: "We have to be honest and say those" low-skill "jobs aren't coming back," Granholm said. "We need to wake up."


Education: "Every child in Michigan must go on to college," she said. Granholm said her plan to revamp the Michigan Merit Scholarship will encourage more students to earn college degrees. She proposes paying students $4,000 after they complete two years of college.


Labor unions: Michigan should not become a right-to-work state, she said. Unions "understand the global economy. They understand the importance of making the Big Three competitive."



I like Granholm's tough talk. I am afraid that the Republican-led state legislature doesn't have the cajones to do anything about it.

We will see.

Sunday, May 01, 2005

Pied-a-terre

Dragon Mood? -- in a snarly, but looking-up mood?

Yesterday, S and I were talking about the state of the business (you know, the one we work in), the state of the economy (you know, the Republican debt-hole) and the state of our economy (hers and mine). Ever since we bought our little pied-a-terre, we have been basically broke. We save and set money aside to pay big expenditures like property taxes and house insurance (has that ever skyrocketed!). We have little to no money for vacations. God help us if either one of us needs to buy a car, especially quickly! Even dining out is a rare and carefully considered decision.

Being the mutable, mercurial Fire sign that I am, my first thought is "let's change things!" Like, let's quit our jobs, sell the pied-a-terre and maybe take a vacation? Then we'll go get some new jobs, buy a new place and hopefully live within a half hour drive to Lina or Josh! Works for me! What? what? you don't want to tip over the apple cart? Throw the baby out with the bathwater?

Back to our conversation. S ticked off on her fingers all the benefits that she sees in our continuing to own our pied-a-terre. Here they are:
  • It's an investment. Even with the stock market doing its roller-coaster thing, real estate continues to be a sound and generally appreciating investment. True -- I agree with her.
  • It has improved our quality of life significantly. Commuting to our jobs in Detroit was over eighty miles, one way. On good days, we were spending three hours in the car each day. That is not quality of life. Even earlier in our careers, commuting to Flint was a 45-minute drive, one way. It was a low-traffic, easy commute as commutes go, but it was commuting nevertheless. We realized that for each of us, our pied-a-terre affords us the shortest commute either of us have ever had. To paraphrase good ol' Martha Stewart, this is a good thing!
  • Living in our pied-a-terre has expanded our world and expanded our circle of friends. While we love J & J and Kevin and Patrick, we see them fairly infrequently -- maybe once a month, if that. We need more socializing. Our pied-a-terre neighbors, Jan & Tom, have proven to be an immense blessing to us. They call us up and invite us over. They yell across the street from their porch and say, "Hey, wanna come on over for a drink?" They did that just this past week. They invited us to a barbecue some Sunday afternoon this summer, at our convenience. Jan invited us and we all made a trip down to Greektown for dinner and some light gambling (I lost $20). And this past week, our pushing-eighty neighbor, Irene, sent S a card congratulating her on becoming a grandma for the first time. S and I were stunned! In fact, it was the only card that she received acknowledging her grandbaby and her new role. Is that a caring neighbor or what?
  • Buying the pied-a-terre was an acknowledgement of our commitment to one another and to our relationship. We handled all the decisions, logistics and unexpected surprises that accompany any house purchase with nary a waver or a wiggle. We are solid with one another in a way that certainly wasn't there earlier. And ... as a reminder to myself and the world -- we are coming up on nineteen years together this fall. Wow!
So . . . those are all good reasons to keep the pied-a-terre and "stay the course." Ewwwk, a Bush-ism.

But, S . . . I wanna take a vacation. I want you and I to take a vacation!

*whine, whine* *snort, snort*

Another part of our Texas trip

circa 1930 our own little rascals

...our own little rascals, circa 1930. Compliments of Aunt Doris and her treasure trove of photos. This photo is the youngest one we've seen of the four siblings, George, Raymond, Doris and Otto. Dad was born in October, 1928. I'm guesstimating that he's 15 to 18 months old in this picture.

Saturday, April 30, 2005

An uneasy gathering


An uneasy Christmas gathering

Dakota: Yellow-dog, why must you be so petulant?
I thought we were going to get along this time?
Cisco: Grrr.

Texas trip -- a third telling

Dragon Mood? -- last Sunday I was feeling anxious

Aunt Doris knocked on our bedroom door at 7 a.m. She came in with a big smile, wished us a "Go-ood mornin'" and gave us each a big hug -- while we were still in bed. When we were alone, I stage whispered to Ruth, "I think she's glad we're here!"

We had a quick breakfast and got dressed for church. I tell you -- Ruth and Aunt Doris are both cut from the same cloth. Each of them looked like they had stepped out of some Christian goin'-to-meetin' sartorial magazine. I kid you not! Ruth had on a vibrant, snappy orange-and-beige three-piece linen pant suit with sexy, matching sandals; she even wore a matching ankle bracelet (that I made her)! Aunt Doris had on a beautifully fitted dark purple-y blue suit that had a very delicate jacquard pattern on it. The pattern gave the whole suit a rich depth. With her small stature and shimmering white hair, she too looked like a knock-out, even at eighty years plus! I, on the other hand, wore a black pair of capri pants, a sleeveless yellow top (that I like), covered by a poorly-fitting cheap linen jacket. I looked and felt schlumpy in comparison to my fellow female companions. I was not looking forward to church.

We drove in two cars because Aunt Doris and Uncle Hemie said they had to give some kids a ride home. We entered a back or side entrance of the church and found a bathroom. It reminded me of something right out of the fifties: old porcelain fixtures, chipped laminate and cramped. It smelled stale. We were all primping our hair when another woman entered the small space. I recognized her immediately: Margie. Aunt Doris and Margie began talking as if they were resuming a conversation from five minutes earlier. Aunt Doris asked her, "Do you know who these two are?" and Margie answered energetically, "Of course I do!" Doris responded, "...and you remember Margie Moerbe?" Yes, that's her name! Margie Moerbe.

Margie Moerbe is at least in her seventies. The first thing you notice about her is her blue eyes. They're light blue and the light that shines forth from her eyes is like being caught in a prison yardlight. Nothing escapes her. And yet, she is a friendly person, at least in that southern, smiling-on-the-surface kind of way. I told Ruth later that she feels like a very prim and proper Sunday School teacher who'd stand you in a corner in a heartbeat. Don't pull any crap with her!

I was still in that dazed, okay-what-do-I-remember-about-this-person mode when Margie said to me, "Do you know that I took care of you for a whole morning when you were a baby and you never cried that whole time?" Wha-a-aat? I paused. And then I did remember Mom telling me (way back when) about Margie babysitting me once upon a time. I don't know when or the exact circumstances of her babysitting me, but imagine my discombobulation at running into someone in Port Arthur, Texas, who babysat me for a morning over fifty years ago?

I'll note this now, because a month from now I probably won't be able to recount this. Margie is married to Norman Moerbe, who is now eighty-eight years old. Norman is a first cousin to Aunt Doris, as well as Ruth's and my dad. Doris and Ray's mother, who we called Granny, her maiden name was Moerbe. So, Norman is a first cousin to them on their mother's side. And Margie is a relative by marriage.

I digress. Let me get back to the church experience.

The service was delayed getting started. Aunt Doris, sitting next to me, leaned over and whispered that they were probably having a hard time getting all the children in line. It was a cryptic comment to me. A few minutes later, sure enough, here come kids, lines of kids, trooping down the two aisles to the front pews of the church. There were so many children that it required many adults to guide and steer them into the proper pews. I whispered to Aunt Doris, "It looks like trying to herd a bunch of cats," and she chuckled.

This is an old-time German Lutheran church in southeastern Texas. So imagine my surprise that the kids I was seeing were mostly not white. They were black, Hispanic (Mexican), but predominantly Asian -- Vietnamese or Hmong, I presume. They had beautiful black hair, many of them cut in little Buster Brown haircuts. Some of the little girls wore pretty, flouncy dresses. Many of the children had very plain clothing -- nothing Sunday-special about them. And there were so many of them! I guesstimate fifty to sixty children.

The service began, and my brain went into lets-get-through-this fog. That is, until the pastor led the children in singing a song. They sang to a pre-recorded accompaniment which ended abruptly three or four seconds before the children finished singing. It was evident something had gone awry. Without missing a beat, the pastor quietly said, "All right, children, let's sing it again." Which they did... a capella. And then they sang three or four more songs.

Following that, the pastor baptized two children, both about five years old, a boy and a girl. They were both Vietnamese. The little girl began to cry; her brother, who also was going to be baptized, was absent. The pastor crouched down and put his arm around her while he tried to explain her tears to the congregation. When the little boy was to be baptized, the pastor called two other people up to the front: the boy's mother, who spoke no English and a young teenager acting as an interpreter. The little boy whose name was Tai responded quite fearlessly to the pastor's questions about why he was getting baptized: "...because I love Jesus." The interpreter was obviously not used to his role, but kept turning his head from the pastor to the mother, hesitantly translating the ancient sacramental words, to which she nodded slightly.

Then the pastor announced that because it was Mission Sunday (somehow themes for worshipping have always felt odd to me), we were also going to have two members of the congregation give witness to their faith. I wiggled uncomfortably in my seat; the service was already pushing towards an hour's length and we hadn't even gotten to the reading of the Gospel or the sermon! How long was this going to be?

The first witness was a young Vietnamese girl, about fourteen years old. I don't recall her name. She was slight with long black hair. She stood at the lecturn and began speaking into the microphone. It was hard to understand her, but at some point, it became clear that she was overcome with emotion and began to cry. She was talking about her relatives, the war in Vietnam and her fears. Her sobs turned into outright crying. The moment turned into seconds and then more seconds. Finally, the pastor stood up, turned to the congregation, put his hand on his heart and walked over to the young girl. He put his arm around her and spoke to her quietly. She continued, giving her testimony, her voice still fraught with emotion. When she finished, I don't believe there was a dry eye in the place.

The other witness was also Vietnamese, a young man with a short, spiky haircut. He had a big, infectious smile. We learned that he is a college student at the University of Texas but grew up in this congregation. He spoke about the people there and about Pastor Dinger's influence on him. He noted how very boring confirmation classes had been ... which elicited laughter from the congregation. He spoke about his faith and his love for the people there at Trinity. It was a forthright testimony to how he had been impacted.

... more to come ...

Marvalene's fur coat

Dragon Mood? -- snorting indignantly that scales are always better than fur!

Once upon a time . . . my Aunt Doris took care of a lady named Marvalene G. Maybe her name was spelled Marv-e-lene; I really don't know.

Anyway, before she died, Marvalene gave Aunt Doris a beautiful tea length (I think that's what people call it) mink coat with a luscious stand-up collar. I don't know that Aunt Doris ever wore it.

Last weekend, Aunt Doris gave me Marvalene's fur coat. She told me she wanted me to have it. She said with my living in the north with all its winter cold, I would get lots more use out of the fur coat than she would. I tried it on and it fit pretty well. Aunt Doris said Marvalene was a taller, bigger person, like me. (Aunt Doris is short, getting shorter and very small-framed.) She kept saying that she wanted me to have it.

I was stunned almost to the point of being rude. I just didn't know what to say. Finally, I sputtered out a "Thank you."

That was definitely an unexpected part of the trip! I am now the still-surprised owner of a tea-length fur coat. Who woulda thunk it??

Friday, April 29, 2005

Texas Trip -- a first telling

Dragon Mood? -- introspective

I want to post about my trip to Texas before too much more time goes by.

It was a far better trip than I had ever imagined. I actually had some misgivings about the trip because 1) I'm not out to my aunt and uncle, 2) I don't share their profound embracing of Christian "values" (whatever the hell that means these days), in general, and the Lutheran Church-Missouri Synod, in particular, and 3) I didn't know how much they may have aged or their house smell like "old people" since the last time I visited. I was a little nervous.

I got to the airport with time to spare. Ruth had to literally run from her Virginia flight in order to catch our flight to Houston. Whew! That was a little too close for comfort!

We drove into Port Arthur, following Mapquest, and eventually got lost. Actually, we just didn't go far enough on Jefferson/Stadium Road. We were driving through a neighborhood that looked rundown and filled with hand-painted signs that said "Mercado" or "Farmacia." We thought we were lost. Actually, it was an indication of how things have changed in Port Arthur, including my aunt and uncle's neighborhood . . . and also a forerunner of some events of the weekend.

Aunt Doris had to literally "talk us in" to their driveway. She welcomed us with outstretched arms, lots of hugs and an invitation to "come on in, are ya'll thirsty?"
We sat out on their porch, a large, rambling kind of a room with mismatched furniture, a very informal "outdoor" kitchen (Uncle Hemie's kitchen) and we talked. And we talked. We talked about recent events in the family, and not-so-recent events, stretching back for a number of years. We settled in for another drink and more talking.

They fixed Ruth and I a yummy dinner of grilled ribeye steaks, (handshelled) creamed peas (not at all like the canned ones), sweet corn from the farm, scrumptious pickles (also from the farm), a tossed salad with fresh avocado and fried apples. That didn't include dessert which, as I recall, we put off until Sunday afternoon! I was stuffed!

Ruth and I settled into their guest bedroom, replete with a four-poster bed (cannonball style), the circa-50s white cotton bedspread and four thoroughly broken-in pillows. We laid in bed, just like we were ten and twelve again, and talked for at least an hour after Doris and Hemie had gone to bed. That felt great!

Thursday, April 28, 2005

Zoto is back up

Dragon Mood? -- anxious to leave

... and I have posted a new photo for my seasonal photo.

It's about 90 degrees here at work and I am ready to leave. Too hot!

I was gonna add a new pix

Dragon Mood? -- ???

... but doggone it if Zoto is not down. Darn!

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

ARRrrrgHHGH! What am I thinking?

Dragon Mood? -- sending sweet Mamacita kisses to her baby boy



H A P P Y
G O L D E N
B I R T H D A Y,
J O S H !!




Tomorrow

Dragon Mood? -- hungry

Tomorrow I hope to post at least a little bit about my trip to Texas!

Just no more time today!

... I've got to send this to Lina

Dragon Mood? -- happy; this dragon loves tail-swishin' rhymes

Here's a cute rhyme from Virginia Kahl (1955) called "The Duchess Bakes a Cake:"

A long time ago there lived over the waters
A Duchess, a Duke and their family of daughters --
Madeleine, Gwendolyn, Jane and Clothilde,
Caroline, Genevieve, Maude and Mathilde,
Willibald, Guinevere, Joan and Brunhilde,
And the youngest of all was the baby, Gunhilde.

Doesn't it make you smile?

I wonder if there's more? Where's the part about the Duchess baking a cake? From this site. Which I surfed to from this very cool baby-wizard-name-voyager site.

Friday, April 22, 2005

Fast and dirty post

Dragon Mood? -- itchin' to go

It's Friday afternoon, wa-a-aaaay later than I usually am here at work and I'm itchin' to get outta here. I have things to do, people to see and more things to do!

Tomorrow morning I fly to Texas with my beloved sister, Ruth. We are going to visit our dear Aunt Doris and Uncle Hemie. They landed in a rather forgotten corner of Texas, living out their lives rather quietly. Ruth and I want to spend time with them, visiting, sharing a few meals and hopefully, listening to lots of wonderful, old-timey stories. Maybe some of them will surprise us? -- who knows?

I have been very busy at work this past week . . . and I just found out they (management) have racheted up the pressure on us by pushing up the date for running a pilot of a course. Yikes! That will be waiting for me when I return from Texas!

Then, of course there's always the requisite bills to pay. I checked my bank account online today, and -- halleleujah! -- my tax refunds arrived! I will shuttle them from one account to another and my VISA balance will take a wonderful step in the right (read "lowered") direction! I know that S and both of my children are encircling me, applauding. Yeah me!

Joshua the Jubilant Actuary has a birthday next week. Another one! Imagine that! I swear these damn kids are getting older faster and faster! It certainly can't be that I'm getting older and older!?!?! I'm struggling on what to get him? This or that??

I'm scootching my chair towards the door . . . but I did want to acknowledge how postively thrilled I am that I was able to restore this 3-column layout for calypsoDragon13! Thanks again, my sweet hijita, Carolina for all your loving support and gentle encouragement. I could have ten thousand daughters and none would compare to YOU!

Wish me a bon voyage! I'll be back on Wednesday. :-D

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

this post is from "Blog This!"

When I blog from "Blog This!," my posting title comes out a different color than the regular old posts.

Hmmm? Can I change that??

Inquiring minds want to know!

Confounded and still confused

Dragon Mood? -- this dragon doesn't like "confounded"

Once upon a time . . .

Once upon a time, I thought that programming and coding were consistent things. Things you could count on like math and the sun rising in the east. In school, in one of my (horrible) classes, computers were referred to as "non-deterministic automata." Like, it doesn't get choices. It just does what you program it to do.

Well, as you may (or may not) see, I'm back to a 3-column layout . . . for the moment, anyway. I went through the original version (seen here) and my version, and other than moving the code for "WomenBloggers" from the right sidebar to the center column, I didn't do anything. 'Splain that to me, will ya?

Shee-eee-eeeee-eet!

(arms raised, palms up) Not that I'm complaining!

Admitting defeat

Yup, I'm admitting defeat. The 3-column layout has done me in. I have tried three -- count them-- three different 3-column templates and they have all ended up looking like the proverbial stuff that hits the fan.

It doesn't really matter that I'm not a CSS whiz or an expert at writing code to work in all these variety of browsers. It really doesn't matter.

The long and short of it is that I picked the wrong battle. This is a battle that I can't win.

I blog because I enjoy blogging. This whole fiasco has been nothing but incredibly frustrating and ultimately a huge energy drain. Not enjoyable at all.

So ... I want to get back to enjoying blogging here and enjoying what I'm looking at -- me and those other few sets of eyes that look at calypsoDragon13.

The Holy Grail of 3-column blogland will just have to continue eluding me.

Monday, April 18, 2005

Ode to Spring Green

I got to ride around in my car today. I think it's safe to say that spring is busting out in a dramatic way! The grass is magically changing from a lifeless dun to emerald green. The trees are beginning to bud, the spring green tips peeking out like some wayward child, late at night, wanting to know what's up with mom and dad. What a gorgeous time of year!


Sunday, April 17, 2005

Sunday morning post or whine?

Dragon Mood? -- disjointed

It's been a while (or so it seems) since I've taken a weekend morning and just posted.

I feel like the last month has been filled with all these discrete, separate events that I have experienced/ticked off my list/observed with detachment ... and I have felt absolutely no sense of ~flow~. Each week feels like three or four or four-and-a-half days of work to "get" through and then I'm on to the weekend. S and I have been feeling the money pinch pretty good, so our weekends have been filled with watching TV, watching HBO movies, playing computer games and/or sitting looking at one another. We have not been dining out or going to the movies. We have avoided stores and shopping, in general, like the plague. (Sometime, I would like to post about shopping and what a nasty national habit our country, women in particular, seems to have acquired. Who needs all that stuff, in the infamous words of George Carlin?).

I digress. When I reflect on what my last month has been filled with, BASKETBALL is definitely at the top of the list. For two to three weeks, I (and we) lived from one basketball game to the next. Talk about addictive and obsessive! I also have been somewhat preoccupied with health issues in general. I'm constantly tracking the supply of my Lipitor, Avandia and Synthroid (for two residences), as well as the ubiquitous baby aspirin. Then there's my Femring which I sort of "forgot" and S paid the price for over a week with my bitchiness (well, I did too, but she really did). Then, last weekend, I had to gather my urine for 24 hours (an experience I'd rather forget), fast for 12 hours and run down to the hospital lab before 10 a.m. on a weekend morning to drop off my urine and a goodly supply of my blood. *big sigh* This week, I had to visit the podiatrist for a "problem" with my big toe nailbed which I won't share here 'cuz even I don't want to read about it! So, then I limped for a day and am still applying antibiotic to two toes. Oh yes, and did I mention the PerioMed that I'm gargling with twice a day in preparation for my semi-annual teeth cleaning tomorrow? another *big sigh* I am sick and tired of all these health issues and prescriptives and caveats and pro-active gyrations. ARRrrrghHH! Enough already! I just want to live!

Is it any wonder that I have not experienced any sense of flow this past month?

Saturday, April 16, 2005

Mollified

Dragon Mood? -- twitchy but mollified

I don't know what (WHAT??) the heck is going on, but my blog is not fully reloading when I hit Ctrl-R or F5. In fact, it is loading a version from ten publishings ago. We are using Mozilla 1.7.5, a pretty recent download of the browser. I went into Edit | Preferences and cleared out the cache, thinking that Mozilla was re-loading an old version. Unfortunately, that didn't solve the problem. I have logged off and logged back on (the unknowledgeable tech's answer to every mysterious computer situation). I'm still sleuthing.

But, as you can see, there IS a three-column layout here. It's not exactly what I want, but it will work for now.

(----big sigh---!) I really ought to take a class in html or CSS.

Now, I'm off to buy dog food and people food!

Shout-out to Lina

Dragon Mood? -- frustrated, contrite, perturbed ... did I say frustrated yet?

Thanks, Carolina, for your help! I'm sorry that I am being such a recurrent pain-in-the-you-know-what!

Friday, April 15, 2005

Please excuse the mess . . . !

Dragon Mood? -- great balls of dragon-snorting fire!

I made the mistake of copying a 3-column template off the internet -- the author's identity will remain nameless.

I have been dinking with this template for over a week now. I made a lot of mistakes because I don't know html and I don't know Cascading Style Sheets. But, to my credit, I WAS GETTING THERE. Until, I realized that the center column was NEVER lining up with the left and right sidebars. It STARTED where the left and right sidebars ended! ARrrghH!

I stupidly PRESUMED that it was my ignorance! Wrong! I went back and looked more carefully at the author's presentation of this template. His/her center column DOESN'T LINE UP EITHER!!!! (Sorry for the shouting -- I'm pissed off!)

So, I'm heaving this template out the window of my little blog house and starting over again!