30.4.07
25.4.07
travelling mercies
24.4.07
Leader of the Pack?
It's been brought to my attention that I'm throwing several of my girlfriends into a tailspin, thanks to the McClintock effect.
So. Strange.
I'm sorry, ladies. Sometimes there's a downside to getting close to someone.
And Dammit. Now I have the Police song, Don't Stand So Close to Me, in my head. I'm envisioning girly-organs orbiting around one another. Damned imagination, damned anticipation of travelling, damn it all.
Ah well. Beats Papa Don't Preach, which was the song of the morning.
So. Strange.
I'm sorry, ladies. Sometimes there's a downside to getting close to someone.
And Dammit. Now I have the Police song, Don't Stand So Close to Me, in my head. I'm envisioning girly-organs orbiting around one another. Damned imagination, damned anticipation of travelling, damn it all.
Ah well. Beats Papa Don't Preach, which was the song of the morning.
snowy white love killer
The florescent light above my desk is going out. It's blinking like a disco/strobe light, and giving me a nauseating headache. Grumble.
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I watched 4 episodes of Wonderfalls last night while unpacking the bathroom and assembling a new storage tower. Damn, that's a funny and well-written show. I have 2 episodes left to go; this makes me a little sad. Not that going back to Buffy is a tragedy -- just that I got attached to the characters. Ah well. Stupid Fox for canceling all the good programming. How does "Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader?" outweigh solid writing?
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I haven't been eating real well. Moving, schoolwork, busy with deadlines... it's that "oh God, I forgot to eat" thing. I'm looking forward to Farmer's Market opening so I have an excuse for some delicious produce.
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Metroblogging got tagged with a Minnesota meme this week. Hoping the guys over at the Current (who we tagged) play along!
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Shout-out to Bremer Banks. I'm super-impressed with customer service there. And local banking to boot. I can't see how I'll go wrong with excellent customer service (from my bank!) as well as keeping my money as locally as I can.
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I repotted all the garden seedlings last night, too. Felt good to get my hands in some dirt; even if it was just over the kitchen sink. I'm so excited about getting into the garden plot mid-May and getting the peppers, tomatos, broccoli, cucumbers and zuchini I nursed from seeds into the ground, growing and happy.
It's the right weather to get excited about all this, too... 60s, milder (though much cloudier today than yesterday). Everything is starting to pop that lovely spring-green that's almost neon. I'm beginning to sniffle from tree pollen, but I always feel like spring allergies are worth it; it means I get to be outdoor Sarah again.
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Speaking of outdoor Sarah, the Jananaphone and I had a lovely brunch at Town Talk sunday and talked about how we're different in the summer (bikes, sundresses, getting tan, having to regularly shave.) FYI: you cannot beat a bloody mary garnished with a pickle wrapped in salami and herbed cream cheese. Brunchy bliss.
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I watched 4 episodes of Wonderfalls last night while unpacking the bathroom and assembling a new storage tower. Damn, that's a funny and well-written show. I have 2 episodes left to go; this makes me a little sad. Not that going back to Buffy is a tragedy -- just that I got attached to the characters. Ah well. Stupid Fox for canceling all the good programming. How does "Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader?" outweigh solid writing?
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I haven't been eating real well. Moving, schoolwork, busy with deadlines... it's that "oh God, I forgot to eat" thing. I'm looking forward to Farmer's Market opening so I have an excuse for some delicious produce.
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Metroblogging got tagged with a Minnesota meme this week. Hoping the guys over at the Current (who we tagged) play along!
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Shout-out to Bremer Banks. I'm super-impressed with customer service there. And local banking to boot. I can't see how I'll go wrong with excellent customer service (from my bank!) as well as keeping my money as locally as I can.
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I repotted all the garden seedlings last night, too. Felt good to get my hands in some dirt; even if it was just over the kitchen sink. I'm so excited about getting into the garden plot mid-May and getting the peppers, tomatos, broccoli, cucumbers and zuchini I nursed from seeds into the ground, growing and happy.
It's the right weather to get excited about all this, too... 60s, milder (though much cloudier today than yesterday). Everything is starting to pop that lovely spring-green that's almost neon. I'm beginning to sniffle from tree pollen, but I always feel like spring allergies are worth it; it means I get to be outdoor Sarah again.
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Speaking of outdoor Sarah, the Jananaphone and I had a lovely brunch at Town Talk sunday and talked about how we're different in the summer (bikes, sundresses, getting tan, having to regularly shave.) FYI: you cannot beat a bloody mary garnished with a pickle wrapped in salami and herbed cream cheese. Brunchy bliss.
22.4.07
20.4.07
Take Me Out
You're going to have to turn your head sideways (I'm still mastering the mobile blogging thing), but you know... further proof I'll never have a normal picture of Dave and I together.
I know, I know. I'm as bad as he is.
... and no one was looking ...
I'm making shifty left-to-right eyes right now.
I'm pretty sure I'm the only person in Minneapolis actually at work. Right now.
I mean, I'm taking my lunch, but I'm still compelled to sit at my computer, in a cubicle, in an office building, in Downtown Minneapolis.
Most of my co-workers have gone off to various emergencies/appointments/vacations.
Joel and Anne took a long weekend to visit family in Milwaukee.
Jeff and Diana are in Rochester for a doctor's appointment.
Dave's done with work for the day. (at least I hope he is.)
It looks gorgeous outside; it has all week, actually. I've still been kicking butt and taking names on my to-do list (which is shrinking considerably!) but have managed to squeeze in some quality porch time between boxes and knitting and schoolwork.
The mood of the day is: Antsy.
Here's how it works itself out:
I'm pretty sure I'm the only person in Minneapolis actually at work. Right now.
I mean, I'm taking my lunch, but I'm still compelled to sit at my computer, in a cubicle, in an office building, in Downtown Minneapolis.
Most of my co-workers have gone off to various emergencies/appointments/vacations.
Joel and Anne took a long weekend to visit family in Milwaukee.
Jeff and Diana are in Rochester for a doctor's appointment.
Dave's done with work for the day. (at least I hope he is.)
It looks gorgeous outside; it has all week, actually. I've still been kicking butt and taking names on my to-do list (which is shrinking considerably!) but have managed to squeeze in some quality porch time between boxes and knitting and schoolwork.
The mood of the day is: Antsy.
Here's how it works itself out:
((too much coffee + anxiety + exhaustion) - readily available logical boyfriend)) x Friday = ants in my pants.
Yup.
On to next week's to-do list and some more diet-caffeinated-soda.
I can do this. I can get this stuff all done.
I can do this. I can get this stuff all done.
I can do this. I can get this stuff all done.
19.4.07
stuck in my head
Dar Williams' Miss You Til I Meet You. It's been stuck in my head since last night's bout of insomnia.
I tried again, I went last night.
Another date was just not right.
And as I drove myself back home,
A little voice said just be alone,
But sometimes I think I see you in a crowd,
It's not picture perfect,
but you're meant for me somehow,
And I'll miss you till I meet you,
I'll miss you till I meet you,
I miss you all the time.
I love the world just as it is.
And I won't lose my faith in it.
But there are days I think of you
Saying, 'hey, that's beautiful,Yeah, I see it too.'
It all goes by so fast, like waving hands
You want to capture things, find someone who understands,
And I'll miss you till I meet you,
I'll miss you till I meet you,
I miss you all the time.
Can you keep me awake?
I thought you could help,
Just to feel my way,
Find my better self.
I'll miss you, I'll miss you, I miss you all the time.
The morning's gone, all dreamed away,
But that's all right, it's Saturday,
When people think that they might see
The next chapter, their destiny.
And when Monday morning comes around,
I'll get the work done, but I'll listen for the sound.
And I'll miss you till I meet you,
I'll miss you till I meet you,
I miss you all the time.
color for thought
Well, I'm done with school. I'm moving this weekend. My weekly routine is all kittywompus, with travel and finishing school and settling into a new place to live.
And I generally have this anxious feeling like I don't know what to do with my life, and have lost touch with that false sense of control you have over your own life.
So I did what every woman does to cope with change: I did something drastic with my hair.
Fig. 1. Drastic Hair Change, circa April 2007.
So, I think I put my hairstylist, who I adore and would follow to the ends of the earth, into a bit of a panic, because it is so different from what we've been doing the last 5 years, and didn't turn out the way she envisioned. But I'm definitely fond of it. Even after a wash or two.
Comments from the peanut gallery?
And I generally have this anxious feeling like I don't know what to do with my life, and have lost touch with that false sense of control you have over your own life.
So I did what every woman does to cope with change: I did something drastic with my hair.
Fig. 1. Drastic Hair Change, circa April 2007.
So, I think I put my hairstylist, who I adore and would follow to the ends of the earth, into a bit of a panic, because it is so different from what we've been doing the last 5 years, and didn't turn out the way she envisioned. But I'm definitely fond of it. Even after a wash or two.
Comments from the peanut gallery?
18.4.07
Ringo Starrship Enterprise
Even in the midst of school deadlines, myriad work deadlines, and a couple of big upheavals in routine, I find myself compelled to repeat:
I love Tuesday nights.
It's not always about trivia - though that's typically a big part of it. It was old guy trivia last night, which meant decent, challenging questions we sometimes rue but more often just relish angsting over. Picture round was "name that hat". Adele made sure the Premiums never went empty. She remembered to pass along Dave's Grolsch bottles for round two of bottling. We had a Before and After round (my personal favorite)... and it's true, when you get one (collectively, we scored 4 of 8 on the round, which is damned impressive for us), it's likely the most intellectually satisfying thing you do all day. I especially delighted in the before and after round last night being about musicians... and yah, we probably should have gotten Peter TownSend in the Clowns... but it was good to feel like we actually *had* a chance.
We got 6th. Which is mid-pack, average, nothing to write home about. Makes me feel nostalgic for last week's 2nd place victory and a 15-dollar Leaning Tower gift certificate.
Other things which made my Tuesday lovely, and less strange than I anticipated it would be:
I love Tuesday nights.
It's not always about trivia - though that's typically a big part of it. It was old guy trivia last night, which meant decent, challenging questions we sometimes rue but more often just relish angsting over. Picture round was "name that hat". Adele made sure the Premiums never went empty. She remembered to pass along Dave's Grolsch bottles for round two of bottling. We had a Before and After round (my personal favorite)... and it's true, when you get one (collectively, we scored 4 of 8 on the round, which is damned impressive for us), it's likely the most intellectually satisfying thing you do all day. I especially delighted in the before and after round last night being about musicians... and yah, we probably should have gotten Peter TownSend in the Clowns... but it was good to feel like we actually *had* a chance.
We got 6th. Which is mid-pack, average, nothing to write home about. Makes me feel nostalgic for last week's 2nd place victory and a 15-dollar Leaning Tower gift certificate.
Other things which made my Tuesday lovely, and less strange than I anticipated it would be:
- A much-needed hair appointment with Jamie at her new salon in Northeast, which I love (I love it all: Jamie, the new salon, my funky new hair)
- Competently taking the bus wherever I want to go
- Eating Surdyk's deli food for dinner in the parking lot with Jana (ask her about the guy who rapped on her window while she had half a chicken in her lap)
- Smart, fun new additions to the trivia team, courtesy of Joel
- Premium. My friend and (almost constant) companion. How I love you.
14.4.07
fare thee well, schoolgirl.
I finished my last class today.
(I still have two projects to complete... so I'm not *totally* done, but you know... I don't have plans on stepping foot in a classroom again anytime soon.)
This makes me strangely sad. I thought I'd be stoked about finishing graduate school -- and believe me, I am -- but I've been in school full-time since Kindergarten (save the 3-month hiatus I took off during my psychology master's program when Paige was born).
I'm not sure what this means for Sarah, lifetime student, lifelong learner. I'm happy, but at the same time feel directionless and strange. I've counted on school most of my life -- it's been my rock, the thing I could turn to when I wanted to bury my mind.
I mean, I *have* hobbies...
but.
School's out.
Huh.
(I still have two projects to complete... so I'm not *totally* done, but you know... I don't have plans on stepping foot in a classroom again anytime soon.)
This makes me strangely sad. I thought I'd be stoked about finishing graduate school -- and believe me, I am -- but I've been in school full-time since Kindergarten (save the 3-month hiatus I took off during my psychology master's program when Paige was born).
I'm not sure what this means for Sarah, lifetime student, lifelong learner. I'm happy, but at the same time feel directionless and strange. I've counted on school most of my life -- it's been my rock, the thing I could turn to when I wanted to bury my mind.
I mean, I *have* hobbies...
but.
School's out.
Huh.
12.4.07
11.4.07
the iPod and I are one
my iPod's been reading my mind all day today.
Ben Folds knows his stuff. This is a great, simple, and beautiful song, and in the midst of life turning chaos (read the blog, see the chaos cycle), it reminded me of what I find most important.
Ben Folds - The Luckiest (from Rocking the Suburbs)
I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here
And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?
And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you
Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away
I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
That I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
Ben Folds knows his stuff. This is a great, simple, and beautiful song, and in the midst of life turning chaos (read the blog, see the chaos cycle), it reminded me of what I find most important.
Ben Folds - The Luckiest (from Rocking the Suburbs)
I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here
And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?
And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you
Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away
I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
That I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
Couture. Only it's actually cool.
VOLTAGE IS TONIGHT!I put new batteries in my camera. I have a feeling I'm going to have a new calling into a design collective after tonight's show.
Just in time for me to finish grad school and pick up a new hobby...
10.4.07
braaaaaaiins. (or, alternately, He has Risen! An Easter recap.)
Blood may be thicker than water, but if I don't get some coffee flowing through both my mug and my veins, there's going to be bloodshed.
I'm a zombie this morning. Being the season that it is, it makes me wonder, a little bit, if Christ got up after being dead for 3 days, rubbed his eyes, looked around with that face you make with one eye open and the other mostly closed, like something in the fridge went bad, but you can't pinpoint what it is, and said to himself: Sweet Baby Moses, I could go for a cup of coffee before I do this thing.
I'm not sure what it was -- I went to bed at a reasonable hour. I took a lingering, steamy, soapy shower, crawled into soft jammies, tucked myself into bed with some homework, and got some stuff accomplished. Clicked off the bedside lamp about 11:30 and passed out.
It was good to get a couple of to-dos ticked off the list (taxes and a project plan for my final class)... mostly because they were biggies.
Come to think of it, perhaps it was just because it was an emotional day yesterday. Finding a different place to live can be exhausting, especially when the burden of renting out the place you live falls a bit on your own shoulders. There's been some nibbles, so fingers crossed someone (else) wants to rent a lovely, spacious, old-world-charm 2 bedroom in Linden Hills so I can get myself over to Nordeast.
Could also be because these 40 days of lent have come and gone, and we rang in an Easter celebration worthy of preserving... a generous Easter bunny who brings herbs, gardening supplies, and a gorgeous harvesting basket (hahaha, the Easter bunny loves me most of all), a bit of Easter whiskey in my coffee at Mugg's Woods in Otter Tail County... a nature walk with my Dad, whose quirky mountain-man-meets-practical-conservative-and-prankster-extraordinaire I find more and more endearing as I grow older... homemade buttermilk pancakes, farm bacon and sausages straight off the griddle in the woods, swimming in maple syrup tapped from the trees around us... coming home to the lights and sounds of my city, feeling contented, full, loved, and nurtured... capped with a couple of Premiums and catching up with friends at the end of a gorgeous holiday weekend.
I'm exhausted, but the coffee's kicking in and like always, the little engine that could in my head is revving up. I think I can, I think I can...
It's spring (though you wouldn't know it from the weather forecast), and spring's about new life, about celebrating and renewing. Especially poignant to me this spring is the celebrating and renewing the promise to myself to remain Essential Sarah. I cannot imagine life any other way than this - chasing happy, living my days in peace.
I'm a zombie this morning. Being the season that it is, it makes me wonder, a little bit, if Christ got up after being dead for 3 days, rubbed his eyes, looked around with that face you make with one eye open and the other mostly closed, like something in the fridge went bad, but you can't pinpoint what it is, and said to himself: Sweet Baby Moses, I could go for a cup of coffee before I do this thing.
I'm not sure what it was -- I went to bed at a reasonable hour. I took a lingering, steamy, soapy shower, crawled into soft jammies, tucked myself into bed with some homework, and got some stuff accomplished. Clicked off the bedside lamp about 11:30 and passed out.
It was good to get a couple of to-dos ticked off the list (taxes and a project plan for my final class)... mostly because they were biggies.
Come to think of it, perhaps it was just because it was an emotional day yesterday. Finding a different place to live can be exhausting, especially when the burden of renting out the place you live falls a bit on your own shoulders. There's been some nibbles, so fingers crossed someone (else) wants to rent a lovely, spacious, old-world-charm 2 bedroom in Linden Hills so I can get myself over to Nordeast.
Could also be because these 40 days of lent have come and gone, and we rang in an Easter celebration worthy of preserving... a generous Easter bunny who brings herbs, gardening supplies, and a gorgeous harvesting basket (hahaha, the Easter bunny loves me most of all), a bit of Easter whiskey in my coffee at Mugg's Woods in Otter Tail County... a nature walk with my Dad, whose quirky mountain-man-meets-practical-conservative-and-prankster-extraordinaire I find more and more endearing as I grow older... homemade buttermilk pancakes, farm bacon and sausages straight off the griddle in the woods, swimming in maple syrup tapped from the trees around us... coming home to the lights and sounds of my city, feeling contented, full, loved, and nurtured... capped with a couple of Premiums and catching up with friends at the end of a gorgeous holiday weekend.
I'm exhausted, but the coffee's kicking in and like always, the little engine that could in my head is revving up. I think I can, I think I can...
It's spring (though you wouldn't know it from the weather forecast), and spring's about new life, about celebrating and renewing. Especially poignant to me this spring is the celebrating and renewing the promise to myself to remain Essential Sarah. I cannot imagine life any other way than this - chasing happy, living my days in peace.
9.4.07
We're on a mission from God.
The rumors are true.
I'm hell-bent on taking a "normal" picture of Dave and I.
So far, mixed results... as you may notice, there's this pattern of contorted faces?...
(Halloween, gansta-style).
(March of Madness. Nuff said.)
(OK, we're looking a little more cleaned up here. New Year's Eve. Damn, I love that vintage dress.)
(And I had to extract us from a family snapshot for this. But I feel like this one might actually be something I can show my grandparents.)
I'm hell-bent on taking a "normal" picture of Dave and I.
So far, mixed results... as you may notice, there's this pattern of contorted faces?...
(Halloween, gansta-style).
(March of Madness. Nuff said.)
(OK, we're looking a little more cleaned up here. New Year's Eve. Damn, I love that vintage dress.)
(And I had to extract us from a family snapshot for this. But I feel like this one might actually be something I can show my grandparents.)
3.4.07
randomness roundup
- The Twins rocked the Dome last night. So did my nearly-4-year-old daughter. So awesome.
- I read a passage in Infinite Jest this morning, about a rotund Irishman who raves about his bathroom habits in AA. This made me at once laugh aloud on the 17, think of most of Diana and my conversations before noon, and realize I had no problem understanding the entire monologue, which was written in a thick Kilkenny accent.
- Productivity at work = less attention to the blog.
- I started thinking about all the great music I have already come across this year (Arcade Fire, Of Montreal, Ted Leo, Amy Winehouse, Brother Ali, Pipettes), and how it's only April. And how much I'm looking forward to Pitchfork this year. And how hard it's going to be to pick best ofs... at the end of 2007.
- Dave makes amazing homemade corn dogs. Ask anyone who was at my place Saturday night.
- I'm exhausted.
- Travel plans confirmed -- England is on the books for the end of April!
- I saw a guy wearing a Grain Belt sign t-shirt at the Twins game last night. Desperately wanted to flag him down across section 233 to ask where he got it. It also reminded me to buy a Twins shirt from the Hold Steady, if they still got 'em.
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