January 07, 2005

the passing of an artistic giant

I feel awful and can't believe that in my haze I didn't know that Will Eisner passed away on January 3, 2005. He was 87 and had just undergone quadruple bypass surgery. Best known for his comic The Spirit and his Eisner Awards that were given out for sequential art excellence each year, Eisner was a giant in the business and influenced many aspiring comic artists.

Here is his website.

RIP, Mr. Eisner. Your work touched so many of us.

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January 06, 2005

news from the home front

Before I get back to the salt mines, I wanted to post a quick note. I haven't been able to read your blogs as often as I would like. Right now I have been doing the fact checking for American Airlines and working on articles for HID. Things are changing up there and I am in a holding pattern to see where the cards are going to fall. So far, I have been given extra work, which means extra cash. Work is good :)

Meanwhile, today is apparently De-Lurker Day. Far be it from me to beg for comments when I am not leaving very many anywhere these days, but you might want to mention this on yer own blog and see who is reading your site under the cover of darkness. Or whatever.

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January 04, 2005

I'm getting used to writing 2005

Well I hope we have all survived our New Year's celebrations and resolutions. Did you make any? I really didn't this year, not officially. I am going to take better care of myself, in whatever way I need to at the time. This will include eating better, giving my body a little more exercise, and being nicer to myself in general. I am going to do my best to remember that what we all do, we do for a reason. I am going to stop beating myself up emotionally and physically.

By the way, it seems that many of you are experienced knitters. Is there something special I can do to keep the long edges of my knitting from curling? A special stitch, or just stretching the thing out occasionally? I notice it is worse with some fabrics than with others, and none of the books I have here address this. Help! :)

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December 31, 2004

New Year, new people

As you may recall, a while back I posted a list of "213 Things Skippy is no longer allowed to do in the U.S. Army."

Well I found out last night that I know his girlfriend, that SPC Schwartz is going to school here and travels in the circle I now do. I think I met him once, but will for sure meet him again soon. So yes, he exists. He now has a new website up, www.skippyslist.com. Go check it out. And for all of you venturing out tonight, please be careful. All those other people are drunk and crazy. :)

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December 11, 2004

just the facts, ma'am

Thank you, everyone, for all the good cheer at my finding new work. I hope it turns out to be something fantastic. Fact checking for a blogger is like being a yarn purchaser for a knitter. Fun!

Speaking of fact checking, I was sent this website, Choose the Blue, which offers a way to see which way the companies you support lean politically. Now the site is aimed at Democrats, but the information is good for anyone who has an interest in such things as which party gets profits from your gas station or local grocer. Some stores or companies don't contribute or are not yet in the database, so it isn't 100% yet, but it is fun to see how people really do vote with their dollars.

What I find really interesting is that Boar's Head Meat allegedly sends 100% of its political donations to the Democratic party and Kroger sends 75-80% of its political donations to the Republican party, and Kroger in my town carries Boar's Head Meats. I wonder if that means they cancel each other out. Hrm.....

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November 29, 2004


Thank you all so much for wishing me a happy birthday! I had quite a full day, and ended it by going to see The Incredibles, which lives up to its name. I loved it! And then to come home and find all these messages for me....you guys are the greatest! I will get to posting my resolutions for the new year tomorrow. You know of course that one of them was to quit procrastinating. HA! Now go see The Incredibles if you haven't already. :)

Nas, that horoscope is scary. And it's me. I hate when that happens (not)! :D

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November 17, 2004

much ado about nothing

So yesterday was the day to be mashed and prodded by a med tech who was generally pleasant and explained everything really well. It wasn't as bad or as painful as I thought it would be. I find that things like that usually are not as traumatic as people make them out to be. The process was uncomfortable, but not terribly painful. The most painful part was sitting in the waiting room with a really bad soap opera on. At one point the plot, from what I gather, is that some girl, Theresa, is having a baby that she then is supposed to give to some other girl, Gwen, and the father of the baby...um, Ethan.

So Ethan goes upstairs with Fox, who is here to pick up Whitney, who is apparently pregnant with her brother's child. While this happens, Gwen goes into some daydream fantasy where she is what looks to be a saloon hall girl, in tight strapless corset and lacy skirt, with black tights and high button boots. It gets worse from there, ending in her shooting the woman who is stealing her baby. Then back to the real world. I didn't want to watch but it was so funny, so bad, it was like a train wreck. It was like a dramatic version of Howard's Head or Dream On :)

So, for some humor here is a little conversation I had this morning:

Them: so, what do you want for your birthday?
Us: I don't know. a phone. some cds and books. a garden. a job. world peace.
Us: :D
Them: hrmmm, last time I checked, Wal-MArt said they wouldn't be getting their next shipment of world peace until after the new year
Us: dammit!
Us: well that's better than SAMS, which was reporting it would be 2008 before another shipment came in
Them: wow...you know, I heard some places were getting preferential treatment...but you have to keep an eye out for inferior replacement products...I heard some people were getting world apathy and just placing a "peace" label on it
Us: hehehe
Us: I also read that some places were replacing the wording "martial law" with "world peace" and hoping no one notices
Them: man, that sucks...martial law has so much aspartame in it...

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November 15, 2004

what to say?

It's been a few days. I and a friend of mine decided we were going to stop posting about politics for a while and I am therefore looking for something to write about. Certainly not Ashcroft and Powell quitting their jobs with this administration.

What I did this weekend was go to another hafla. Unfortunately I was running around so much helping out I didn't get pictures, but this one was AMAZING. The troupe Indigo Rose performed, and Martha did a tribal dance that was beautiful. Tribal not in the ATS style, which is usually improv and involves many dancers, but tribal as in primitive, with Turkish fist pounding and foot stomping and expressions of anguish and joy. Great stuff.

Shanna the Fiery did a routine to Santa Baby that was sexy and fun. She is a theatrical whiz and has great control of her facial expressions. She is always a joy to watch.

The most impressive bit was a troupe called Visions in Dance, which performed an experimental routine that had modern music accompanyment. The dance was an "expression of the darker side of human nature," and was beautiful. The dancers were outfitted in costumes of dark greys and blacks. The movement was precise and flowing simultaneously, and quite powerful. The poses they struck were stunning. Their interaction with each other was incredible too. I can't say enough about this troupe, and I hope I see more of their work soon.

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September 11, 2004


Not much for me to say today, except that I am glad I have met all of you here in blog-land. You have made a difference in my life. I could list all of you and tell you specifically what difference you have made, but that would make for a LONG post. I used to do that every August, but this seems as good a time as any.

In August of 1995, I "celebrated" the end of my first marriage. We were still friends, and are still on good terms when we see each other these days. I am lucky that way. Anyway, I thought what better way to demarc the time than with a ritualized funeral. Wierd, yes, but I wasn't the same me anymore. I had changed, the crysalis had been broken through and the new butterfly emerged. Rather, the fire had burned me down to the bones and then some, and I had come back whole again. Funeral seemed in order. I always did have a sense of the macabre.

It was a Friday. A friend of mine played Death, came and found me unawares, handed me a bullet and drove me off in his black car. Drove me back to my own house. I got re-dressed. Everything was ready. I laid down on a table set up for it and the wake began. M wailed his trombone, M'Lady Jupiter. Friends spoke as if I were really gone. People cried. And everyone came and said goodbye to me. Each person told me something special, something you shouldn't wait till someone dies to tell them. I wanted so badly to tell them something back, but I wasn't speaking. Only listening. Listening with ears from eternity.

The crowd dispersed, and another good friend and I went to get my tattoo. It's a phoenix, tribal style, designed by my artist husband (would be ex in a few months). We holed up in a cheap hotel till Sunday putting the special anti-bacterial ointment on the fresh ink. We talked about life and men, trying to figure both out. Sunday I met the rest of my friends and let them know I was back. No, no delusions of messianic status, the timing just seemed right. Plus I had to work Monday. Three is a magic number, I learned that from School House Rock, so three days it was. That Sunday I had a lot of catching up to do. I sat each friend down and let them know how they had affected me over the time we had known each other. I told them how they were special in my life.

From that point on, I made a point of doing this each August. I fell slack the past few years and I am not proud of that. Just know that each of you is special to me. Seriously. If you need to know how, drop me a note and I will tell you. And don't forget to tell the people in your life what they mean to you. Before one of you is gone. It doesn't have to be mushy or overly dramatic. But it is awfully nice to know what impact you have had on other people.

Aw look, this ended up being a LONG post anyway. And I still have that bullet.

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August 19, 2004

you know there is something wrong

...when you wake up with a start at 6:30 in the morning (after getting home at 1 am) thinking, "Oh no! It's Saturday!" only to relax a few minutes later and think, "whew, it's only Thursday."

I went to dinner and then salsa dancing (more like salsa watching) last night with some girlfriends. Had a great time. All the dancers were great to watch. We danced solo on the sidelines a bit, but most of the music while I was there was geared toward couples. This apparently changed after I left, and my friend had a great time dancing. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed going out and dancing to a live band.

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