Saturday, May 18, 2002

...Ok, I really need to stop wasting time and get to the gym, but I found the freakin funniest thing on Modern Humorist: Hot Picachu Action!!! Oooooh!!!! Baby! Not for the faint of heart or children under 18 please.
Another saturday morning finds me in gym clothes, listening to Neko Case, and drinking my morning cup of Torrafazione Roma Roast, only to find while catching up on my reading that, what's this... coffee is bad. I'm somewhat puzzled as my own blood pressure is pretty damn low (knocking on wood it stays that way)... But it does signal the need for me to really give up this crap. Booze being the one vice on the way out (well, ok - sorta - - I had about 3 Genevers on ice last night)... Coffee's the next that's gotta go sometime. As of now, I am using it to artificially pump up my heartrate so I can go to the gym and work on the eliptical machine at an increased rate...
In the meantime - the CSPI did an investigation and found that pizza is high in calories and fat! Mais non!!! Says the report - "2 slices can pack enough calories, fat and sodium to last an entire day. Add toppings such as pepperoni or meat and you might as well get reverse liposuction"... Shit. So, I guess that means I'll be taking Jet City Pizza off my speed dial...

Friday, May 17, 2002

A coworker and fellow Mac-person sent me this article on copy protected CD's... Apparently even playing these in your Mac will do irreprable damage, so even Apple has taken a very unsympathetic play and pay the fiddler, no applecare for YOU! kind of approach. Yeah - thanks alot, JLO... I really didn't want to burn your crappy CD anyways (oh yeah, and your butt is no longer an attribute either.)

Thursday, May 16, 2002

Attack of the Clones is the current buzz right now. And since it's getting some good buzz, I might mosey down to the multiplex and see it some afternoon - but definately not in the next 48 (hell, 148) hours - this is truly diehard territory and not for the weak of heart (right, Ginger?)... I know people for my office who are seeing this right now and it's their 4th showing already (after opening last night)...
In any case - I ran into Barbi and found out how hella busy she is these days, so no - she wasn't blowing us off any... She did want to get the Soundtracks back into biznesss and suggested 5/27. Hopefully we'll all commit -- my flake factor lately has been excrutiatinly high, but after working a full week, I'm deservingly cranky and lazy on my weekends. But - having this scheduled in advance is half the battle...

Wednesday, May 15, 2002

Ok - update - Grandma's diagnosed and has got a bleeding ulcer and is luckily doing much better. With luck, she will be hopefully released tomorrow. Keep your fingers crossed, still...
In the meantime, I got stinking drunk before going to see this highly influentialthis Cult Comedy troupe of the early 1990's... and then after at Galerias for Jame's real 40th (i mean 25) birthday... I'm toasted so I better go to sleeeeeeep.

Monday, May 13, 2002

My grandmother is currently in the hospital - I found out yesterday. Of course I felt guilty before that I couldn't be there for mother's day, but with this happening as well - I felt somewhat helpless. Things are better today - I talked to Dad and they've got her out of ICU and in a standard room, she's getting tests done tomorrow and Dad says she's looking considerably better. I shouldn't worry - she's 95 years old, looks like she's 60 and has an amazing will to pull through anything. I'm still wishing good thoughts her way (and if you happen to be reading this - please do likewise)...
In other news - I am trying to jumpstart my homepage. I realized that the dour faced dauschaund is becoming a sad joke. So, I've given up on getting a flashy page up and am going to settle for a real amatuer looking one. I've downloaded Cobweb, a free editor (and lemme tell ya - you get literally nothing. You have to know your HTML). Because I know little, don't expect much....

Sunday, May 12, 2002

Today is Mother's Day... If you haven't called your mother yet - do so! Mine wrote me a great letter yesterday (thanks MOM!!!), and sent along this article on our great-Auntie Babe who is 102 years old! In the spirit of all great women and mothers, here's my great aunt babe:

Gladys Moore

"I have always been concerned with the matters of the Spirit," Gladys says to us, only minutes into our conversation. Later, she interrupts a story she is telling to observe, "Spirit is something that is hard to realize—it’s hard for a mind—we have so much to learn." Throughout our visit the topic keeps resurfacing, making it clear that "matters of the Spirit" are still something she is very much grappling with.

Gladys is a thin woman with fly-away white hair who looks tall, even sitting in her wheelchair. Her eyes, over a century old, are blind; yet that isn’t immediately obvious because of the way she directs her gaze at people when they speak, or rolls her eyes towards the ceiling in thought. Her logic has a surgical exactness. And when she smiles, it’s like a cloudbreak. Brilliant.

Raised Baptist, Gladys says she believes in God and in God’s Creation. "God created it right," she says. But she goes on to say that others who don’t believe in God still do good in the world, so she can’t condemn them. She also says she doesn’t hate anybody. "Once, I thought I hated Hitler," she tells us. "I wanted to wring his neck." But even he was a normal person once, before he got his dangerous ideas. And it costs a person too much to hate.

When Gladys was a small child, her family lived in rural Texas. The area where they lived had no established church, so they sunk four posts in the ground and covered them with thatch, and held church services beneath. She remembers riding home on her father’s shoulders one night after a service. "The stars were so clear," she tells us. Her father asked her if she wanted to get down and walk, but she said no, because she couldn’t take her eyes off the stars. They had never looked so clear before. "Do you remember," she asks us suddenly, "how things looked when you were a child? Like you were seeing them for the first time." She flashes one of her brilliant smiles. "Everything was magic," she says.

In Texas, Gladys’s family worked on a cotton farm, and she picked cotton side-by-side with the children of Mexican farmworkers. Some of the boys told her the boll weevils tasted like oatmeal, but she swears she never tried one to find out if it was true. She will admit other weaknesses, however; for example, when she and her husband couldn’t scrape together the $200 they needed for a down payment on a farm, she played the Lottery to get it. "Money’s money," she says with a glint of mischief in her eye. She admits she still plays the Lottery, and hopes that one day she’ll win big. She says she wants to make life easier for her two surviving children—both of whom are in their 70s.

When Gladys was 23 she married her husband, a chiropractor. Before they were married he lived a while in Hawaii, and they courted by mail. She says they wrote each other a letter a day. The correspondence filled several trunks; eventually they threw the letters away because they took up so much space. Being married to a chiropractor made Gladys what some in her family call "a health food nut." She also has a suspicion of pills, mentioning briefly a time when she was on medication and unable to think clearly. "People weren’t honest to me," she says. But things are better now. She demonstrates this by reciting poetry for us. "I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree…" she begins, and quotes Joyce Kilmer’s poem in its entirety. She closes her eyes and waves her hands in cadence, as if she were conducting a choir to sing along.

In the 1920s Gladys’s husband built her a wooden car that was "shaped like a bullet." When they moved, she drove it all the way from California to Oregon. A woman driving alone—not to mention in a wooden car—was quite a curiosity at the time. Her husband and their children drove in front of her in the family pickup truck, which helped turn back some of the more aggressive onlookers. "Traveling is an education," she says. "It gives you a bigger world to think in." Later, in Portland, Gladys and her sister worked in a restaurant called The Cat and the Fiddle. It was an old Portland favorite that played host to many celebrities. Gladys says the sisters were well known by the restaurant regulars, who like to call them Pretty Wanda and Happy Gladys.

Looking both back and forward, Gladys is optimistic about life. "The world changes," she says, "but lots of things are getting better, especially for women." Men used to "rule the roost," but now women are less willing to let them. She thinks a woman trained in politics is just as good as a man. She’d be interested to see a woman in the White House. She remembers Hawaii’s last queen, who led the island before it became part of the United States. She sings "Farewell to Thee," telling us how it was written for the queen when Hawaii became a state.

"Our memories make us what we are." Gladys tells us later, her unseeing eyes gazing at something too distant to see, and it’s clear her memories have made her rich. But they’re not all she is. We ask her if we can take her picture, "Oh I don’t know honey," she says. "Do I look alright?" We tell her she looks beautiful. "Then I’d be honored," she says. And she smiles.