26 November 2005
Patrick sent me a link to a site with old posters of
our allies in WWII, all
entitled, "This man is your FRIEND." I think most of my friends
need
dentists.
Posted at 1812.
Yesterday, on the way back to C'ville from Harrisonburg, we passed a
pickup truck with a bumper sticker that read: 31337 H4X0R. The question
is: ironic or just plain lame? I think the fact that
it's sold at
ThinkGeek is answer enough.
Posted at 1522.
25 November 2005
Every year, I feel safer in Charlottesville knowing that I won't run into
anyone that I knew in the 20 years I grew up there. But today at Circuit
City, a woman came up to me and said, "Where's your mother?" like I was 5
years old. Turns out, she works with my mom and I just didn't recognize
her. The day before, my mom said that she recognized the salesman who
sold her a new bed - as the kid who used to live in the house behind us.
And when I made a pledge to
WNRN while
visiting Jeff at the station, he gave us a bunch of local music CDs, 80%
of which were produced by
my
ex-boyfriend. There's really no escaping the
smallness of Charlottesville, even after 6 years of living in a different
state.
Incidentally, if you're interested in the Charlottesville music scene, the
latest bands to produce CDs are
No
Gods No Monsters,
Sparky's Flaw,
Fountainhead, and
Hackensaw Boys (only the last of
which wasn't produced
by
Crystalphonic). So you
heard it here first. Plus, you'll probably hear it in Sunday's Washington
Post travel section, as my
illustrious
brother-in-law
was interviewed for
a piece on the
local music scenes in Charlottesville, Chapel Hill, and Athens GA.
Posted at 2234.
24 November 2005 - Happy T'giving!
So I got my ass up at 7am and ran the
Turkey
Trot - Charlottesville's
5k race on Thanksgiving morning. It looked like it might have to be
cancelled, because it was snowing last night, but the morning turned out
quite lovely. I ran it in 31:45, which is pretty bad but consistent with
last
year. Patrick got something like 29:45 (
beating
last year), and Jeff ran it in 27
minutes or so. Official times won't be posted until next week. I saw
Juline's parents and a few high school classmates that I chose to forget
existed.
So although I feel like I'm going to keel over because my quads are
screaming at me, Patrick and I are going up to
Crabtree
Falls in the Blue
Ridge to hike around for a bit this afternoon. At least we'll have burned
a lot of calories for dinner with his family tomorrow afternoon!
Posted at 1155.
18 November 2005
Paul sent me a link this morning to the
Top Thirty Facts about
Chuck Norris. See if you can guess which one nearly made me snort my
Cheerios. There's also one about
Mr. T if you're so
inclined.
Posted at 0943.
17 November 2005
After I showed
Modern
Meat to the ANTH 10 class today, a cute
dirty-hippie-wannabe undergrad came up to me and said he really liked the
movie. I commented that it made me happy to be a vegetarian. He said...
DHU: Yeah, I am too, and usually a vegan. Sometimes I fast or go on a raw
food diet.
KK: My dad used to do raw food and juice diets too.
DHU: Oh yeah? I've found that you have to supplement them with
bee
pollen and...
KK:
Spirulina?
DHU: Uh... yeah. You know about spirulina?
KK: Man, my parents were into all that 15 years ago. I was the only
middle schooler with bee pollen and spirulina tablets in my lunch box.
But I prefer
blue-green
algae to spirulina. It tastes better.
DHU: Yeah.
KK: Ever tried
colloidal
silver?
DHU: Yeah! That's all I use! I refuse to take antibiotics!
Et cetera. He was so cute and hippie, and when he realized I knew what I
was talking about in terms of hard-core health food and alternative
medicine, I think I went up a
few notches in his respect. Don't let the preppy clothes fool you, I
wanted to say, I've eaten a heck of a lot of bizarre food in my time. If
I really wanted to blow his mind, I could have asked if he knows about
shivambu
(which I
definitely don't know about from personal experience).
When I told my mom about my conversation with this kid, she said, "Oooh,
ask him what concentration of
colloidal silver he buys. I can't find the strong stuff anywhere!"
Perhaps there's
a
reason for that.
Posted at 2342.
9 November 2005
Today involved lots of people sticking things in various orifices. I went
to the ENT doctor to see if he could figure out my bizarre eustachean tube
dysfunction, and he looked in my ears with a normal otoscope, then in my
nose with a typical rhinoscope. But when he found nothing, he decided it
would be a good idea to numb the insides of my nose and shove a
flexible
fiberoptic laryngoscope up my nose. The anesthetic is incredibly
nasty, and the stupid wiggly probe hurts like hell - at one point, it sent
a migrane searing through both sides of my head. The anesthetic makes you
unable to swallow properly for a while, and it made me dizzy. He saw
nothing, so sent me to the audiologist, who stuck more things in my ears
and made them make lots of noise. But the audiologist was kind of fun,
since they make you wear these headphones and listen to a guy on a tape
recorder who's, like, "Repeat the word, 'an.'" "Repeat the word,
'couch.'" I guess it's to test and make sure you can recognize phonemes
correctly? Who knows. Then it was back to the ENT doc, who after 2 hours
gave up and referred me for an allergy test at the end of the month. Yee
haw.
But I promise I'll stop talking about my silly problems with allergies, as
The Crazy Swede (or TCS, which I like to pronounce as Tee-cees, as in,
"Heeeeeere,
TCS, TCS, TCS," or as in, "Goddamnit! I just stepped in a
huuuuge pile of TCS!") has declared my blog interminably boring.
Posted at 1839.
7 November 2005
For some reason, I was telling Patrick
about hitchhiker's thumb yesterday. It's an autosomal recessive trait
that we talked about in ANTH 10 at some point. He didn't know what it
was, so I demonstrated with my right thumb. And he freaked out!
Apparently he had never noticed. It's nice to know that after 10 years, I
can still surprise my husband. OK, more gross out than surprise, but
whatever... the magic is still there.
What's actually weird,
though, is
that only my right thumb is like this. My left thumb can't bend back very
far. Does that mean I have a chromosomal defect?
Posted at 2126.
5 November 2005
I had a very odd dream last night. My friend Catherine and I were out at
dinner, but afterwards we decided to go to this house that had beach-front
access. Catherine convinced me to wander onto the beach, even though I was
wearing sky blue suede shoes (mules, actually; big, clunky mules for some
odd reason) with my bikini. Everyone was suntanning, even though it was
night. Catherine dove into the water, but I stayed on shore. Suddenly, a
huge tidal wave started coming, so I ran back into the house. I couldn't
find Catherine, so I decided to walk down the street and buy some bulk
candy (large purple
Sour Patch
Kids). I returned to the basement of the house, and I saw Catherine
float up with some guy she'd met in a giant box of animal crackers. In
another box
of crackers, the woman who played
Amy on Everybody Loves
Raymond and
Horatio Sanz from
Saturday Night Live floated up. Amy was proclaiming her love for Horatio,
who was inexplicably dressed up like the
Rotunda
at UVA, only a
Limoges porcelain box
version of the Rotunda. We realized we'd all survived the tidal wave and
decided to go out and get more bulk candy.
I'd like to see Freud interpret this... although it probably just
means I shouldn't eat so much leftover Halloween candy before bed. I did
submit it to
Slow Wave, so maybe
Jesse will draw it! He hasn't drawn one of my dreams since 2001.
Posted at 0944.
3 November 2005
So I spent the entire day yesterday cleaning my house (following my
massage, of course) because it was really pretty filthy (stupid grant
sucked up all my time and energy). But apparently my newfound domesticity
went to my head. (Not as much as the vacuum cleaner did, as it somehow
managed to clobber the back of my head... but that's another story.)
I decided
to use the random squash that
my mom's
boyfriend gave me in some kind of fall decoration for my house because
they're all yellow and green and bumpy and pretty. It seemed like a good
idea to suspend them from sage green ribbon on the mantle over the
fireplace. But when Patrick came home, he asked, "Why was there a mass
lynching of squash in our house?" I guess I should prepare myself for
the eventuality that he'll draw little cartoonish agony-of-death faces
on
them with a sharpie. Ah well. At least Martha Stewart has job security.
Posted at 0010.
2 November 2005
UPS finally called me back about my inquiry into shipping costs for my
collection of bones from Rome to Chapel Hill and back. (I needed a fourth
quote, as I got three vastly different ones - two at close to $20,000, and
one at $9,000.) The guy I talked to, whose accent was really thick, said,
"I need to know about these artifacts. Are they old?" Uhhh, yeah.
Artifacts tend to be old. "How old are they?" "About 2,000 years old."
"Whoa. So they're priceless, huh?" "Well, sort of. But they're not
really worth anything either." He then asked me, "So who is the shipper
in Rome?" Uhhh, that's why I freaking called you! Aren't you the
company that has people wearing brown all over the world? Isn't there a
commercial in which an Italian UPS guy, like, kicks a soccer ball and
speaks Italian? You have freaking subtitled commercials, and
you're
asking
me who's shipping the stuff from Rome? Sheez.
(Incidentally, I had a great deep-tissue massage this morning so that I
can stop being a
giant
stress ball. If
anyone's
looking for a massage therapist in Durham, check out the people at
Health
Touch. They're good.)
Posted at 1254.
1 November 2005
Patrick sent me a link today to a new Playmobil toy: the
airport
security check point. You know what's going to happen with this toy,
right? Some little kid is going to take his sister's Barbie and require a
strip search at the check point. From there, it's a short step away from
playing "security check point" with the little girl next door and
requiring a cavity search, which all just leads to underage sex and
pedophilia. I'm outraged.
Posted at 1756.
Mwahahahahahahah! I submitted my Wenner-Gren grant application yesterday
morning! Free at last, free at last!
Posted at 0928.
