marshmallow man gives us a mean look

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Well, this is Death Valley after all.

if anyplace gives you a reason to look tough, Death Valley should be one of them.

I am wishing that I were tougher than I am today. My tonsils are sqeeaazing my voice into a small whisper or squeak.

I am pale and mostly weak. Which means that all the things I would like to be doing, I must forgo. No more working on the door refinish project.

I must REST.

and no cleaning out the house in preparation of the puppy.

I must REST.

“Can I take a rest from resting?”

“NO!”

but I can, while on hold with the telephony people here at work, admire the face of marshmallow man, making his tough I’m-a-cowboy face.

I can imagine that he will turn around and say “Howdy little Lady…” in his I-was-raised-in-L.A.-but-born-in-Texas accent.

It makes the hold music more bearable.

“…Thank you for calling the helpdesk. Please be prepared to provide your national user ID, a description of the problem, your computer ID and any error message on your equipment. Please stay on the line and your call will be answered in the order recieved by the next available help desk representative….”

At least it’s not the same hold music as they have for the conference-call line. This is classical music; the stuff from the conference calls is new age electronic music.

Well, I’m prepared, but the hold lingers on…

Why does nobody listen? Why does nobody care?

Christmas was great this year. Chris raided the rubble of Tower’s fall and came up with some good CD stocking stuffers.

But he also asked me for an obscure import he’d heard about:

Labrador “Instamatic Lovelife”

…proving once again that I will never ever be able to reliably guess what sort of music this man likes.

Basically, Labrador sounds a lot like the pet shop boys if they were from Denmark and hadn’t mastered English. There’s something abba-esque about the lyrics. And the pronunciation.

“…that you will try to listen…that you will try to see…all the things I stand for…’cause I know you’re fond of me

Fond of me

Why does nobody listen? Why does nobody care? It’s love and disaster…”

When we sat to listen to the CD, I poked Chris and said, “You’re fond of me…”

“Oh…” he said. “When I first heard that I thought he was saying, ‘I know you from the Flea’…I thought the Flea might be some local nightclub.”

John Donne and the metaphysical poets ran through my head. “The Flea!” I giggled.

The next day I said “Don’t I know you from somewhere? From the Flea?”

The Tower liquidation had some good stuff, too. Remember Toad the Wet Sprocket? “All I Want”? That video is one that I got to see on Asian MTV when I lived in Mirnyy.

Well, the lead singer for Toad the Wet Sprocket has a solo album: glen Phillips “albulum”

It’s alright. Of course, it’s a little moody and college (following the steps of TTWS). The song “Fred Meyers” brought back fond memories of that Wal-mart-type store that I shopped at in Alaska–exactly the opposite of the intended effect of the song, which was meant to be a railing against big box stores.

But the big winner was Dar Williams’s new one “My Better Self.” Chris introduced me to Dar a long time ago, and we even got to see her in concert at the Warfield in San Francisco.

The first song ‘Teen for God’ was so chillingly dead on that it’s hard to listen to. That’s Dar for you:

“Dear Lord I plan each day
the things I will not do or say
But I’m driven by a passion—is it only there to tame?
It fills my heart and it calls my name, and
This world that you made for us,
I know I know it’s dangerous
So I ride a lot of horses I never even swear
It’s sort of like praying I’m just not there”

Bone on bone…that’s how she can hit you sometimes. Probably good PMS music, when you need something to cry about.

There is another album I didn’t get yet. I found it on a commercial, one of those geico caveman commercials. The group is Royksopp and the song is “Remind Me

I’ll be ordering it soon, but check out the link. I think the video is way cool.

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Footnote: I just watched the whole Toad the Wet Sprocket video again. Holy God, they are so young. _I_ was so young..a 19 year old zygote. I shudder to think of that time. I will never be that young again. Thank God for that.
Yay and Amen

My view from work

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Here’s the thing.

January is upon us. The Christmas tree is down, and this monday marks the day of the return to school. For most schools.

That means that traffic will slow.

And the days are long and dark still. The festivities are over, and as far as my workplace is concerned, no company holidays until Memorial Day.

That’s a lot of nothing.

But then again, aren’t we all ready to get down to work? Buckle down and tackle some projects–start that diet, begin the get-in-shape program, whittle down the inbox, or whatever has been on your mind.

Hmm.

Didn’t I do that last year?

Hmmm.

Not feeling enthused about facing traffic at 5:30 am tomorrow. But I’ve gotten used to going to the gym that early and now I can’t even sleep in anymore.

But I’ve never been one to settle into routines easily. Maybe this one will need some adjusting soon.

I share this photo with you, because it is nearly the same view that I see out of my cube window. I am very blessed with a great view out my cube. And Eagle Rock is a pretty good rock.

This year, I think I’m going to try some totally new ideas for how to use my cube-time. We’ll see how they work out.

Happy New Year, everyone.

Again.

The puppy cometh

One of these cuties will come home with us on the 20th.

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We’re pretty excited.

But the thing is, because they are pedigree dogs, we have to have a name ready for her. She’ll have “papers” that will need to be filled out.

We wanted to wait until we had her for a little while, to know what sort of name she should have. But now, I’m under pressure.

I thouht Moxie woudl be a good name.

Or maybe, since the airedale breed is English, an English royal title would be good. I like the name Marquesa, and we could call her Kessa…

But Chris thinks that Marquesa sounds evil. I guess he never read regency romances…

We’ve got two weeks, and I guess we better figure it out.

2007

Somewhen, a while back, I never thought I would make it to this year.

But here we are! How fabulous is that?

I have hopes for this year.

I have a huge to-do list for this year.

Oh yeah, it’s my birthday too…

Happy Birthday to me.

Good News

In the Wall Street Journal Front Page

Domestic violence rate fell 50%
from 1993 to 2004, the Justice Depart-
ment said, citing no single cause. Na-
tive-American women suffer the most.

Too bad for the native american women, but YAY! for domestic violence being so incredibly way down.

YAY and YAY! that’s amazing news.

The new year is coming- oh my!

Boy oh Boy, is next year going to be busy.

I am in the lull week right now. This is the week when nothing much happens. We are basking in the afterglow of the Christmas lights we can’t bear to take down yet, and catching up on the sleep we know we won’t get on New Year’s Eve.

My job as video conferencing engineer is always light this week. Who wants to have meetings this week? Only crazy people, and they are apt to cancel.

I rushed in this morning (alone, since all the others are sleeping in) to be here for the only conference happening in the morning. It was scheduled for eight.

But it didn’t happen. It was cancelled late yesterday (after I left, which was admittedly early).

So, I have nothing until 10.

I am using the time to gather myself together in a tight web of organization. I am re-reading David Allen’s book Getting Things Done. I had been trying to use his system when I started this job a year and a half ago. But as it happens, trying to get organized when you have no clue about what you are supposed to be doing is harder than just trying to get organized.

Now, I think I know a little more about what I am supposed to be doing in this place. So, this will make it easier to do the things I’m supposed to get done.

Maybe.

I think my problem is that I have trouble determining which are the Someday/Maybe things and which are the Must things.

Allen says you should track the things that must get done at certain times and use his system to remind yourself appropriately instead of running around thinking of all the things you need to do that you can’t do right then. Like, reminding yourself to buy toilet paper when you are trying to fall asleep. Not a useful way to use your brain.

Anyway, I’ve always had a habit of working hard on things others might think of as impossible or too dreamy. I think it’s served me well in the long run, because I’ve managed to do a lot of impossible stuff.

Writing a book, for example. And nearly equally impossible, becoming a video conferencing engineer.

I completed a lot of stuff this year at work. Some stuff the boss didn’t think would ever happen. Some stuff the boss thinks is kinda a waste of time, but I know is gonna really come in handy.

Since I’ve finished a huge amount of project this last year for work, I will have to come up with some new ones for 2007. I think I’ll take it a little easier this year. Last year really kicked me in the kidneys.

But that’s just work. I’ve got a heck of a lot to do this next year that has nothing to do with work.

For starters, I am getting a new puppy in about 3 weeks. And Chris has been going on and on about how I will have to learn not to leave my shoes out. It hit me that I am going to have to have a new lifestyle that leaves nothing on the floor. That won’t be easy.

Then, there is the wedding to plan. Oh yeah, Did I tell you that Chris and I are getting married? This will be quite a time consumer. But I’m happy about it.

Then there are all the other things. I will be taking a spanish class. We will be doing some ship things. And there is the trip to Finland. Wow!

I am still anxious to make some progress on my current book project. I have lost some traction and I think I’m starting to gain it back, but the time thing.

I guess I better get organized fast.

Merry Christmas (in which I badly quote the Bible, South Park and John Lennon)

In the days of Caesar Augustus came the decree, that all the world should be taxed….

I’m quoting that from memory, but it strikes me that is a rather mundane and inauspicious way for the saviour to be born.

All the world should be taxed. And in order to keep things beauracratically in order, everyone had to go back to the town of their birth.

What a mess! There was not enough supplies or facilities for this to work out. A perfectly nice pregnant lady had to give birth in a stable.

Shamefull. Who’s in charge here?

Well, yeah. Unfortunately…Fortunately?–Jesus didn’t come to make the world run more efficiently. Maybe German or a Swede (the home of Ikea!) would have taken that on.

No, restoring love and mercy with supremem generosity was his job.

Oh yeah. Love and Generosity. Which means that the South Park kids were right.

Christmas is all about presents.

There are only three of us here in the house. Me, Chris and the cat. And I gotta say, Skellig doesn’t get that into christmas. Apart from trying to lay on top of the presents, he is not too interested in them. He is a cat of gratitude for small things.

A bowl of cat food, a clean box, and the toilet lid left up. Add a few scratches behind the ears, and he’s good.

So the presents that are piled high under the tree are really a testament to our generosity and relative affluence. Yay for blessings!

But, a not-blessing…Chris is sick. He has a cold and is sleeping.

We went out to lunch with Grandma and Judy (aka Mother) and Bryan. Chris couldn’t do much but prop himself up in the Marie Callendar booth.

Judy said, “Too bad you are sick. You are the one who loves Christmas so much.”

He does. He is an exceptionally loving and thoughtful gift-giver. He plots early and long to give unexpected but perfect gifts that people will enjoy.

His family is a good challenge to him. “Good” because they are impossible to buy for. HIs Grandmother will return nearly ANYTHING.

But even so, he has found good things for her.

But this long rambling Christmas post is mostly to say, Christmas is about loving generosity.

Generosity does not have to be with material things. Can we have loving generosity towards each other’s faults? Why not? Let’s get over the crabby-I-Haven’t-had-my-cup-of-coffee-yet attitudes of our co-workers.

Or even when we must confront people for inappropriate behaviour, let us find a generous way to do so.

Imagine. It’s easy if you try.

5 things people might not know about me

I got tagged with a meme. Kemal challenged me to share 5 things that people might not know about me.

But aren’t I an open book by now? I’ve been writing this blog for nearly 5 years. What could I possibly have to say that people don’t know about me?

Let me think…

1. I drive a stick-shift car.

2. I wired my first walkman to a set of speakers because I couldn’t afford a stereo

3. I can ice skate backwards better than I can forwards.

4. My brother was born on the same day as me, but 2 years earlier.

5. I dance like a maniac