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Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Ok, wow. Didn't mean to start a fire.
So, no, I won't be taking that lovely Nampa job, at least not right now. As it happens, I already have a sweet job that I love, not to mention my family that I love and my temperate climate that I love. All right here in beautiful Oregon.
But, someday... who knows... 1 comments
So, no, I won't be taking that lovely Nampa job, at least not right now. As it happens, I already have a sweet job that I love, not to mention my family that I love and my temperate climate that I love. All right here in beautiful Oregon.
But, someday... who knows... 1 comments
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
I love Netflix. I use it way, way too much. And I'm strangely obsessed with leaving people messages about movies. So if you want to be my friend on netflix, click Here.
In other news, I had way more fun this weekend than a person should be allowed to cram into five days. I held a very sweet baby. I got offered a very sweet job. I stayed up until 3am twice. I watched the new Pirates movie (but missed the hidden scene at the end of the credits). I cut a boy's hair for the first time. I remembered that I'm young and carefree and not old and boring. I'd call that a success.
In other news, I had way more fun this weekend than a person should be allowed to cram into five days. I held a very sweet baby. I got offered a very sweet job. I stayed up until 3am twice. I watched the new Pirates movie (but missed the hidden scene at the end of the credits). I cut a boy's hair for the first time. I remembered that I'm young and carefree and not old and boring. I'd call that a success.
Labels: Nampa
4 commentsSunday, May 27, 2007
Poems from the Snake River Canyon
The Last Saturday of May
--by Keith Effler
High upon a ledge I sit
The view from here is grand
Fathoms and fathoms could I spit
Spit on a redneck land
Betsy Lou and Greg would do
Nothing as it fell
But lounge and scratch and drink a few
And suddenly jump up to yell
"What the?" "Who's it?" "Git 'em, hon!"
Could be the sole reply
As I wave and smile up in the sun
A hawk and crow circling,
up, up, way up in the sky
Untitled
--by Devon Van Essen
Somewhere on those far cliffs
In a crevice darkly dimpled
You three or four bald ones
All eyeballs and beaks
Wait and wait
As your winged parent
Widens each circumference
Returns and returns
In the bronzed heavy heat
Wait through the afternoon
For the rough frantic wing beats
Silver flesh and talons
Your first taste of river water
Wait as the hot breeze betrays you
Silent the serpent tastes you
And windes closer
Wait for the night and the hunter and his teeth
Wait for flight--the invisible updraft,
the sudden drop
On the far red cliffs
In the shadowed crevice
You wait and wait
--by Keith Effler
High upon a ledge I sit
The view from here is grand
Fathoms and fathoms could I spit
Spit on a redneck land
Betsy Lou and Greg would do
Nothing as it fell
But lounge and scratch and drink a few
And suddenly jump up to yell
"What the?" "Who's it?" "Git 'em, hon!"
Could be the sole reply
As I wave and smile up in the sun
A hawk and crow circling,
up, up, way up in the sky
Untitled
--by Devon Van Essen
Somewhere on those far cliffs
In a crevice darkly dimpled
You three or four bald ones
All eyeballs and beaks
Wait and wait
As your winged parent
Widens each circumference
Returns and returns
In the bronzed heavy heat
Wait through the afternoon
For the rough frantic wing beats
Silver flesh and talons
Your first taste of river water
Wait as the hot breeze betrays you
Silent the serpent tastes you
And windes closer
Wait for the night and the hunter and his teeth
Wait for flight--the invisible updraft,
the sudden drop
On the far red cliffs
In the shadowed crevice
You wait and wait
Labels: poems
1 commentsWednesday, May 23, 2007
Hmm, what an interesting week. It could be because I've spent the last few days inhaling the plasticky-sweet smell of tempera paint, but I feel more than usually elated at the prospect of my Memorial Day weekend. Oh, or it could be because I'm going to see my friends, Sophie, Keith, and Anna, and little baby Asher, during *cue announcer voice*... my fabulous trip to Nampa, Idaho *insert studio applause here* Oh, yes, I'm taking my vacation days a mere two weeks before the end of school and having a preview of summer vacation, starting tomorrow morning. It's going to be divine.
In other news, I made the pictured kitty bowl at one of those paint-your-own-ceramics shops and I wanted to show it off. You'll notice it has the word "Fantastico" around the outside, and pictures of little mice and birds around the inside, to commemorate MKF's recent conquests. Clearly, she's already claimed ownership of it, as the "stay back or else" look on her face demonstrates.

Let's see... what other interesting stories do we have... Well, yesterday, I went and bought one of those long feather dusters on a stick so I could clean the giant blinds that cover all the numerous windows around our house. I made the first rounds with it yesterday afternoon, and MKF followed me curiously from window to window, batting at the bright blue duster every time it came within paw's reach. I put it away in the closet when I finished, and then, a few hours later, opened the closet door to grab a washcloth. Miss Kitty Fantastico sneaked in, like she always does, to try to burrow in the linens. Not two seconds later, she comes flying back through the air, hissing, claws out. With one scorching look at that naughty blue duster that dared to invade her closet, she streaked through the living room and into the kitchen, presumably to plot her revenge from the safety of the windowsill. I suspect that this is far from over.
By the way, I've been starting to go back through and label all my old posts, so soon we will be able to search for, say, "grammar," and find all the grammar posts from 2003 to the present. How cool is that? (And yes, the effort to be expended is probably far more than the final product is worth. Too bad. Deal with it.)
So about this Battlestar Galactica... I've never seen the original series, but I am finding the new one awfully interesting. I was getting rather tired of the first season's Gaius "oh-I'm-such-a-tortured-sex-addict-with-my-imaginary-Cylon-girlfriend" Baltar, but thankfully the second season has laid off on that topic--at least a little. Anyway, I love the Starbuck character, and I'm very intrigued by the whole anyone-could-be-a-Cylon-in-disguise plotline as well as the delicate military/political balance of power, and of course I'm always a sucker for Romeo and Juliet-type forbidden love affairs (remember these two, anyone?) But in particular I find the show's portrayal of religion fascinating, especially in light of its discussion of what it means to be human.
Basically, (if you're not a fan), the humans are all polytheists, worshipping something similar to ancient Greek and Roman gods. It's the Cylons (the sinister, perhaps-not-so-artificially-intelligent robots) who "believe" (if such a thing is possible) in something like a Christian God. Anyway, I'm looking forward to seeing where they go with this. Consider this an open invitation for Galactica discussion if you're interested.
In other news, I made the pictured kitty bowl at one of those paint-your-own-ceramics shops and I wanted to show it off. You'll notice it has the word "Fantastico" around the outside, and pictures of little mice and birds around the inside, to commemorate MKF's recent conquests. Clearly, she's already claimed ownership of it, as the "stay back or else" look on her face demonstrates.
Let's see... what other interesting stories do we have... Well, yesterday, I went and bought one of those long feather dusters on a stick so I could clean the giant blinds that cover all the numerous windows around our house. I made the first rounds with it yesterday afternoon, and MKF followed me curiously from window to window, batting at the bright blue duster every time it came within paw's reach. I put it away in the closet when I finished, and then, a few hours later, opened the closet door to grab a washcloth. Miss Kitty Fantastico sneaked in, like she always does, to try to burrow in the linens. Not two seconds later, she comes flying back through the air, hissing, claws out. With one scorching look at that naughty blue duster that dared to invade her closet, she streaked through the living room and into the kitchen, presumably to plot her revenge from the safety of the windowsill. I suspect that this is far from over.
By the way, I've been starting to go back through and label all my old posts, so soon we will be able to search for, say, "grammar," and find all the grammar posts from 2003 to the present. How cool is that? (And yes, the effort to be expended is probably far more than the final product is worth. Too bad. Deal with it.)
So about this Battlestar Galactica... I've never seen the original series, but I am finding the new one awfully interesting. I was getting rather tired of the first season's Gaius "oh-I'm-such-a-tortured-sex-addict-with-my-imaginary-Cylon-girlfriend" Baltar, but thankfully the second season has laid off on that topic--at least a little. Anyway, I love the Starbuck character, and I'm very intrigued by the whole anyone-could-be-a-Cylon-in-disguise plotline as well as the delicate military/political balance of power, and of course I'm always a sucker for Romeo and Juliet-type forbidden love affairs (remember these two, anyone?) But in particular I find the show's portrayal of religion fascinating, especially in light of its discussion of what it means to be human.
Basically, (if you're not a fan), the humans are all polytheists, worshipping something similar to ancient Greek and Roman gods. It's the Cylons (the sinister, perhaps-not-so-artificially-intelligent robots) who "believe" (if such a thing is possible) in something like a Christian God. Anyway, I'm looking forward to seeing where they go with this. Consider this an open invitation for Galactica discussion if you're interested.
Labels: battlestar galactica, MKF, Nampa, pictures
3 commentsThursday, May 17, 2007
"I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.."
I woke up yesterday morning, walked blearily into the bathroom, opened the shower curtain, and what did I find? Well, to call it a shrew would be misleading... rather, it was parts of a shrew. Or perhaps, an inside-out shrew. Essentially, the only thing recognizably shrew-like about it was a little piece of a snout. So, Miss Kitty Fantastico has been protecting me again. Lucky me.
So, I suppressed the gag reflex, scooped it up, and sprayed the bottom of the tub with lots and lots (and lots) of cleaner. And then reflected on how, if I had to find a pile of shrew guts somewhere in my house, the shower would really be one of the best places--better than my bed, say, or the laundry pile, or the living room carpet. Right?
In related news, I'm taking a group of eighth-graders down to Ashland to see The Taming of the Shrew performed live at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. It's after school is officially released, so it won't be the whole class--in fact, there are almost as many chaperones as students. But, if we can stream-line the process, then maybe next year we can take a trip with several classes during the school year. I definitely need to make time later this summer to go back and see Romeo and Juliet--my favorite Shakespeare play, as you may know. The more I watch it and read it, the more I love it.
Well, now I'm off to climb in bed and watch another episode of Battlestar Galactica. (Stay tuned for my analysis of that show...)
So, I suppressed the gag reflex, scooped it up, and sprayed the bottom of the tub with lots and lots (and lots) of cleaner. And then reflected on how, if I had to find a pile of shrew guts somewhere in my house, the shower would really be one of the best places--better than my bed, say, or the laundry pile, or the living room carpet. Right?
In related news, I'm taking a group of eighth-graders down to Ashland to see The Taming of the Shrew performed live at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. It's after school is officially released, so it won't be the whole class--in fact, there are almost as many chaperones as students. But, if we can stream-line the process, then maybe next year we can take a trip with several classes during the school year. I definitely need to make time later this summer to go back and see Romeo and Juliet--my favorite Shakespeare play, as you may know. The more I watch it and read it, the more I love it.
Well, now I'm off to climb in bed and watch another episode of Battlestar Galactica. (Stay tuned for my analysis of that show...)
Labels: Shakespeare, vermin
2 commentsTuesday, May 15, 2007
This has been one of those weeks where the one thing that occupies my thoughts is the one thing that I can't bring myself to write about. So although a lot of things have happened this week, I have only one story to tell today.
My dear friends Tammy and Mark welcomed Michael Asher into their lives on Sunday afternoon, May 6th. Not long after he was born, Asher was tentatively diagnosed with Down Syndrome and last Wednesday, the diagnosis was confirmed.
I confess that I don't understand why this child, who has been so long and joyfully anticipated, would come to us with this disability. I do understand how Asher has so thoroughly captured his parents' hearts this week that everything else, even the coming challenges, seem at moments irrelevant.
However, since his birth, there have been numerous other problems, mostly complications stemming from the Down's. He's been in ICU far longer than any newborn ought to have to be, and his parents have experienced more close calls than any first-time parents ought to suffer through. So, I'd like to ask you to keep all three of them in your prayers, as they have been continuously in mine. 4 comments
My dear friends Tammy and Mark welcomed Michael Asher into their lives on Sunday afternoon, May 6th. Not long after he was born, Asher was tentatively diagnosed with Down Syndrome and last Wednesday, the diagnosis was confirmed.
I confess that I don't understand why this child, who has been so long and joyfully anticipated, would come to us with this disability. I do understand how Asher has so thoroughly captured his parents' hearts this week that everything else, even the coming challenges, seem at moments irrelevant.
However, since his birth, there have been numerous other problems, mostly complications stemming from the Down's. He's been in ICU far longer than any newborn ought to have to be, and his parents have experienced more close calls than any first-time parents ought to suffer through. So, I'd like to ask you to keep all three of them in your prayers, as they have been continuously in mine. 4 comments
Friday, May 04, 2007
The Taming of the Shrew(s) cont...
So, the story of the shrew has a second act: Tuesday evening, the day after events of the last post, I walked into my bedroom to find a dead shrew on the floor, with two neat rows of cat-sized bite marks in his little body. (This was quite evidently not the same shrew that had invaded my shoe closet the night before.) Ok, I thought to myself, Miss Kitty Fantastico must have caught and killed this one today--actually, it's kind of heartening because it means that she is finding them and disposing of them before I have to. That's good. So, I scooped him up and tossed him in the field across the road too.
Not an hour later, I was putting in a DVD and I heard a little scratching sound over in the corner of the living room. Oh, no, I thought. No. No. No. I walked over to the corner, and there he was. Another little shrew, down in the vent, scrabbling his way up the slippery vent surface and sliiiiddding back down, over and over. Well, he clearly couldn't just be left there. Besides the ickiness of hearing him scratching, he could die in there and that would not be pretty.
So I fished him out and got rid of him too and that seems to be the last of the shrews in my house. So far. (Knock on wood.)
Not an hour later, I was putting in a DVD and I heard a little scratching sound over in the corner of the living room. Oh, no, I thought. No. No. No. I walked over to the corner, and there he was. Another little shrew, down in the vent, scrabbling his way up the slippery vent surface and sliiiiddding back down, over and over. Well, he clearly couldn't just be left there. Besides the ickiness of hearing him scratching, he could die in there and that would not be pretty.
So I fished him out and got rid of him too and that seems to be the last of the shrews in my house. So far. (Knock on wood.)
Labels: vermin
4 commentsTuesday, May 01, 2007
Last night, I vaguely noticed that Miss Kitty Fantastico was inordinately interested in my shoes. I have a small walk-in closet with a built in shelf, and on the bottom shelf, my shoes are stacked--neatly some of the time, in a big messy pile the rest of the time. Last night, they were in a big messy pile, not because I had tossed them in, but because Miss Kitty Fantastico had been pawing through them for a good half-hour.
I was on the phone and hadn't really noticed, but when I hung up, I went over to see what was going on. I found her sniffing one shoe in particular--a black, closed-toed, dressy shoe with a bit of a heel. She was reaching her paw down inside it and completely intent on something in the toe. Oh dear, I thought, there's a spider or something in my shoe. So I pick the shoe up and tip it over, and what falls out but a shrew! Miss Kitty Fantastico went wild, and I went wild (for a different reason), and eventually we got the little vermin back in the shoe (the only available container).
I wanted to give Miss Kitty Fantastico some practice mouse hunting, so I plopped her in the bathtub and put the shrew in with her. She played with it awhile, but then lost interest and wandered off to sniff the carpet and windowsill. So it fell to me to scoop the shrew up in a vase, walk across the road, and throw it far, far into the neighbor's field. May it find someone else's shoes to defile next time! 2 comments
I was on the phone and hadn't really noticed, but when I hung up, I went over to see what was going on. I found her sniffing one shoe in particular--a black, closed-toed, dressy shoe with a bit of a heel. She was reaching her paw down inside it and completely intent on something in the toe. Oh dear, I thought, there's a spider or something in my shoe. So I pick the shoe up and tip it over, and what falls out but a shrew! Miss Kitty Fantastico went wild, and I went wild (for a different reason), and eventually we got the little vermin back in the shoe (the only available container).
I wanted to give Miss Kitty Fantastico some practice mouse hunting, so I plopped her in the bathtub and put the shrew in with her. She played with it awhile, but then lost interest and wandered off to sniff the carpet and windowsill. So it fell to me to scoop the shrew up in a vase, walk across the road, and throw it far, far into the neighbor's field. May it find someone else's shoes to defile next time! 2 comments



