tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60988882011-11-22T00:59:33.730-08:00na foine ting<i>kicking and screaming every inch of the way</i>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.comBlogger1471100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1138163855248281202006-01-24T20:33:00.000-08:002006-01-24T20:37:35.266-08:00So OM and Dan tapped me, and I realized I'd sort of up and left without notice.Here's what happened: a couple of friends (mostly Chris) set up a journal at LiveJournal. I already had friends there. In fact, I had more friends than I thought. No sooner had I set up a journal for myself then I was suddenly awash in all my buddies from the OWW, some of them people I'd been reasonably close to Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1135948863815449142005-12-30T05:16:00.000-08:002005-12-30T05:21:03.816-08:00So, yeah. Haven't gotten it up to post anything of use in a while, but I'll get there. Neil or Chris or one of you all gave me your damn cold, thanks but no thanks you can have it back now.Anyway, I've been remiss in not plugging Old Mack's site. I'm particularly fond of "Koerner’s Korner In Kankakee," and and not just because it's alliterative.Read, and keep reading. This is real, raw, good Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1135094049223856062005-12-20T07:18:00.000-08:002005-12-20T07:54:09.276-08:00This is one of those things that's worth the effort. **In the immortal words of Innigo Montoya: "I hate waiting."Logic dictates that this is a perfect time to move onto a new project.Yeah, RIGHT.**I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who gets lost.And just when I was thinking New Englanders were kind of staid.Well, on the other hand, those guys were from Philly.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1134752220147888102005-12-16T06:42:00.000-08:002005-12-16T08:57:00.216-08:00Before you do anything else today, go vote and help make sure Olympic curling doesn't get more network coverage than ice hockey.**Yesterday was rough on the ice.It's my fault: I've been skating with a 1/2" hollow since I broke my foot, mostly since during the rehab process trying to keep my feet and my edge was hard enough as it was without making it more difficult with tetchy skates.This last Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1134359743532278962005-12-11T19:54:00.000-08:002005-12-11T19:55:43.543-08:00Honestly, my favorite poem changes constantly. This is up in the top five, though.I will finish that other post. I swear.***You Don't Know What Love Is(an evening with Charles Bukowski) by Ramond CarverYou don't know what love is Bukowski saidI'm 51 years old look at meI'm in love with this young broadI got it bad but she's hung up tooso it's all right man that's the way it should beI get in Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1134195154743586232005-12-09T22:00:00.000-08:002005-12-09T22:12:34.753-08:00I'd meant to write this thing about the Sharks guys coming here and hockey and settling in, and I'm working on that, but right now this is what I'm saying instead.**(an answer)I roar conversationally.I'm not sure how to really even modulate anymore, written or otherwise; it's all this massive amount of *talk*, which is I guess one of the occupational hazards of being a writer. Of being me.As Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1133727747397167932005-12-04T12:22:00.001-08:002005-12-04T12:22:27.403-08:00. Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1133727730536308822005-12-04T12:22:00.000-08:002005-12-04T12:22:10.593-08:00Snow today. Gorgeous big flakes, and not too much wind. Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1132863333351224652005-11-24T12:14:00.000-08:002005-11-24T12:15:33.360-08:00"Love makes splendour out of the ordinary."And honestly, I have a lot to be thankful for.**Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1132807177598431752005-11-23T17:22:00.000-08:002005-11-23T20:40:06.593-08:00Today I walked a couple of miles of the Croton Aqueduct with Lili. Or rather Lili rode in the baby backpack and I walked.It's only a few hours' drive from West Roxbury to Hastings-on-Hudson, where Becca's mom lives. The small towns along the Hudson here feel like they're virtually unchanged from the eighteenth century; some of the buildings are just that old, some built to imitate their Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1131814537322919552005-11-12T08:55:00.000-08:002005-11-12T08:55:37.333-08:00This is really all I have to say today:The Llama SongKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1131754201551501022005-11-11T15:59:00.000-08:002005-11-11T16:10:01.563-08:00We're worlds apart where we could meetWhere the street fold round and the motors startAnd the idiot wields the powerWhere the chosen hold the highest cardOn the field of honour where the ground is hardSo the highest hand is joking wildAnd the house soon fold and no one standI put my finger on and dialledThe tower, the moon, the gun andNine nine nine, singer downCloudburst and all aroundThe first Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1131719749279672082005-11-10T12:35:00.000-08:002005-11-11T06:36:38.636-08:00We got a locker room today. We'd been changing next to the ice, which I've done before and I don't mind, it's just cold, that's all. But now we have a locker room, with wood stalls and hooks to hang things on, a nice floor and heat.And cock.Cock and hiney. Cock and hiney everywhere.I don't know if it's a cultural difference, or maybe Paul let it be known I'm lesbian (half right, anyway). But Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1131462972019732522005-11-08T06:44:00.000-08:002005-11-08T07:16:12.086-08:00Linking Ivan's journal. I like a lot of what he has to say, and how he says it.**Brian, it's official. I miss you.At least right now, this group, hockey is really different. The only way to describe hockey out there is how I've heard it described here: cowboy. Here? Definitely not cowboy. There's not a lot of laughter on the ice, not a lot of yapping, friendly or otherwise. People are Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1131228521122333482005-11-05T11:55:00.000-08:002005-11-05T14:08:41.210-08:00His name's Rob.He's got one tooth in front and when I first met him in the West Roxbury pub he was still wearing his safety red nylon jacket that had "COACH" embroidered on it in big black letters. He'd looped his whistle around his belt when his friends gave him too much shit about it. But the jacket stayed on.Rob's a Special Ed teacher here in the West Rox school district, son of two teachersKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1131134798485542892005-11-04T12:06:00.001-08:002005-11-04T12:06:38.493-08:00. Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1131134785799981202005-11-04T12:06:00.000-08:002005-11-04T12:06:25.860-08:00Fall leaves at Sturbridge Village Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1130895539757856592005-11-01T17:28:00.000-08:002005-11-01T17:38:59.770-08:00Exhausted.0500 for hockey is too fucking early, although I'm not complaining, exactly, just remarking.The level's insane. I played for shit today... worse than last time. My new helmet's just too damn big, and sat over my eyebrows, making my play even worse. I'm used to this. If I weren't exhausted it would be all right. No one's grudging my being there. It's just tiring being the suckiest Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1130607243832448132005-10-29T10:34:00.000-07:002005-10-29T10:36:07.456-07:00It snowed today.Nothing that stuck, to Gavin's disappointment: "It's not fun if I can't go out and play in it," he said.The rumble of the train going by has become reassuring, routine.I updated the kid's blog. Sorry about the massive delay. Pictures as far back as Gavin's birthday in September. Ack!Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1130432007945396352005-10-27T09:44:00.000-07:002005-10-27T09:54:32.920-07:00MIT.The sports complex is one of the nicest facilities I've ever been in. And the MIT ice? Hands down, the best ice.Pickup there was pretty much the same as pickup anywhere. With some key differences: in Boston, apparently high level hockey includes women. The two women who were there skated all over me, along with everyone else. Paul assured me my skating was strong, but I knew the skills Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1130260253429793892005-10-25T09:20:00.000-07:002005-10-25T10:10:53.493-07:00False alarm.I got up at 0500 to get to MIT at 0600, and according to Mapquest (which I've been using a lot here), it's a 30 minute drive, but that didn't allow for the fact that I asked it for the wrong version of the right street.As a result, I drove around Boston -- pretty much all of Boston -- for two hours, never found the rink and the only reason I made it home was because I'd thought to Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1130187910768491222005-10-24T14:03:00.000-07:002005-10-24T14:05:10.773-07:00AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!I'm playing pickup tomorrow at MIT with a bunch of Boston people I've never met before and I'm going to really suck and they're going to skate all over meAAAAGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I'm OK.No, I'm not.AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1130007168743208722005-10-22T10:34:00.000-07:002005-10-22T11:53:29.626-07:00Jack!I thought Jack Skillingstead (which really is his for real name and not the Jack of our present Jack's House, which is an entirely different Jack) deserved his own post, instead of my just replying to his comment.When I first met Jack online on the Asimov's bulletin boards a few years ago, he was one of the writers people were talking about the same way they talked about China Mieville and Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1129924056873383222005-10-21T11:23:00.000-07:002005-10-21T12:47:36.950-07:00I can write.I can breathe.Funny how it barely matters that I don't have a job, that I'm in a strange city with no friends or family apart from the immediate, on my own with the kids all day and there was really only one thing I couldn't deal with.No hockey.Funny, and also not. There are 10, count them 10 rinks within fifteen minutes of where I'm sitting (thank you, Megan, for turning me on to Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1129277325755270832005-10-14T01:08:00.000-07:002005-10-14T01:08:45.756-07:00And on the third day, she remembered the Escape had cruise control.Chris, wipe that smirk off your face.**Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1129188781278149212005-10-13T00:29:00.000-07:002005-10-13T00:33:01.283-07:00As I've been driving I've noticed that truckers whoare being passed by another truck flash their lightswhen the passing truck clears the front of their cab. It's part prudence, I guess, since distances are hardto judge from a side view mirror, and no one wants toget slapped with the back end of a semi, even anothersemi. But one assumes someone with a license to drivea rig like that can probably Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1128892257893637682005-10-09T14:05:00.000-07:002005-10-09T14:11:08.566-07:00Well, we got them loaded and off onto the truck. Everything. Go figure.Bec did most of the work in the 3 hours I napped around dawn; it was like the packing fairies came or something. I was despairing of finishing, I go to sleep, I wake up, it's mostly done. She... is amazing.*Shawn and Lili chillin' while we pack. Shawn watched both kids for ages, and it was a huge, huge help. He got Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1128851662289655362005-10-09T02:48:00.000-07:002005-10-09T02:54:22.296-07:00It's three in the morning.All our worldly possessions are on the front lawn.Becca has been playing an involved, epic game of Tetris with the stuff and the crates, where we march stuff down the walkway and she attempts to fit them into the crates, turning things this way and that. Although when you line similar stuff up, the whole lot doesn't disappear.I can't decide if that's a good thing or a Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1128707948968089882005-10-07T10:51:00.000-07:002005-10-07T10:59:16.540-07:00Moments of chaos, interspersed here and there with moments of calm.Practice was rough last night. Craig running a lot of whole ice drills for no good reason, and a relentlessly high level of skater ability around me, so everything was fast, jump, hustle, do it again. Scrimmage was insane; new TC guys who apparently thought I was good enough to push around hard. That's cool; I just push back (Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1128489742034746842005-10-04T22:18:00.000-07:002005-10-04T22:22:32.336-07:00There's just too damn much going on. Packing. Playing as much hockey as I can before I go. I played with the Hounds again Monday; quintessential game, 2-1 against the A-Team 2, got to solidly cross check Pinsky when he decided kicking my goalie in the head was OK. Almost boarded him later, but it was him or the puck and... to Brian's disappointment on recounting it later... I actually played Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1128200208449377312005-10-01T13:54:00.000-07:002005-10-01T21:07:34.913-07:00Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye, say goodbyeStand straight, we’ve drifted past the point of reasons whyYesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today, starts todayAnd the problem always seems to be we’re picking up the pieces on the ricochetThis is the ricochetSo I got this certified letter from my mom today. Certified. Like you get from the IRS or something. I had to signKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1127976073744499642005-09-28T22:12:00.000-07:002005-09-28T23:41:13.796-07:00I miss Paul. Becca found this today, in old files. Nothing I remembered having, and a treasure, considering who he was, how things were, how they ended up. A letter, written on stationery from a hotel in England. He'd just come from Germany back to the UK, which meant he'd been holding onto the stationery for a while. Maybe debating writing, my invitation to do so, to break the natural Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1126576189220021482005-09-12T17:21:00.000-07:002005-09-12T18:49:49.276-07:00All right. I caved. I caved and admit it and now I'm glad I caved. Last week I had an unsuccessful wrestling match with IE over Blogger, and between that and Chris' recommendation, downloaded Firefox.Now it's like... well, crap. Think of all the time, effort and annoyance I could have spared myself if I'd done that a fucking while ago.Why anyone is using IE anymore is beyond me. Firefox is Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1126410767788269542005-09-10T20:12:00.000-07:002005-09-10T20:52:47.810-07:00Today Gavin had his sixth birthday party at the park, a very low key affair with just a couple of his buddies from school, one or two parents, and dumb games I made up that the kids tolerated mostly because if they got through them then they could smash up the pinata.*I had this moment recently where I had a pang of guilt about how I represented my mom in the book. As a slice of who she is, Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1125702126344631042005-09-02T16:00:00.000-07:002005-09-02T16:02:06.350-07:00Briton Finds Venomous Centipede in HouseI read this today, and had to laugh. This poor guy. Nine inch venomous centipede, and he thinks somehow he's had a close encounter with something really significantly scary. In Western Samoa, there's two kinds of centipedes. There's a little red kind, about two inches long max, that moves like lightning and can kill you with a sting, depending on your levelKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1125509779086580232005-08-31T10:03:00.000-07:002005-08-31T10:36:19.160-07:00I'm tired.Desperately, deeply tired.I can't function on this little sleep, and yet, here I am.When I was in first grade, we played a variety of really interesting games during recess that involved most of the kids in the class, a high degree of imagination and a fair amount of cooperation. For example, we would play Lord of the Rings, and a bunch of kids would be elves, and some other kids wouldKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1125089361704149242005-08-26T12:14:00.000-07:002005-08-26T13:49:21.750-07:00So now Gavin's back in school (until we move, which looks like it's going to be in about a month), and the house is oddly quiet, almost eerily so, I can admit it: I love my kids. Adore my kids. I take a lot of joy and delight out of both of them and if I was forced to spend another week of staying home with them I'd be forced to eat them.There.Got that off my chest.Somewhere, somehow, I've Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1123607723713129942005-08-09T10:15:00.000-07:002005-08-09T10:15:23.723-07:00Some of you will remember the fart drum guy from Northern Faire, and of those who do, a handful -- or one or maybe just me -- will remember his smash hit, "The Rat's Got the Baby (Oh no!)."I've updated "The Rat's Got the Baby" to sing to Lillian each night. Yes, she likes it. Particularly the part with the rat panting.This is a spoken piece. Think of it as early modern rap.***The rat's got the Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1122944049114051052005-08-01T15:09:00.000-07:002005-08-01T17:56:01.036-07:00Yeah. So what do I say?I finished the book and I'm in revisions. Revisions suck.No, we're not ready to move, no I don't have a job yet. No, the book won't be done in time for the move.I've been staying home with the kids, which is fun. Most of the time. I'm only just now back up to speed on the ice from the break, and don't have the money to actually play.Dude.You asked.**Oh yeah. And I Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1120277011026695782005-07-01T21:01:00.000-07:002005-07-01T21:03:31.030-07:00The book's done. Except for revising and all that good stuff.To everyone I've dropped out of contact with while I've been finishing, I'm sorry. I'm slowly returning to the land of not-book-writing, and will catch up in stages.Other news: Gavin has learned to swim. Will get photographic evidence and post.Lili is still cute.In the next month I'll be primarily a stay at home mom, so if you Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1118946177414991012005-06-16T11:20:00.000-07:002005-06-16T11:22:57.420-07:00An excerpt. Yes, I do enjoy this. Even this shitty, difficult part.***I thought if I quit fire I would never again see a rig pass by without regret. Over time, I realized it wasn't true. I would get a surge of something like affection, when I saw an engine, a wave of anger, a sense of identification, and at core, a deep and real understanding of what goes on. On the way home from the rink in Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1118422871385236872005-06-10T09:17:00.000-07:002005-06-10T10:12:41.813-07:00Gaiman posted this Bookslut interview with Jon Scieszka, and while obviously I agree with most of it in principle, I had some issues with it too.There's an odd kind of tone to the piece, where in saying that guys relate to guy things and other guys, and so we should make guy reading available, there's an odd kind of reverse dismissal of women, women's influence on boys' reading, and the influenceKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1118167305516131122005-06-07T10:58:00.000-07:002005-06-07T11:03:05.306-07:00fuck. what?I just chose "revert to saved version" and lost about 1200 words. fuck.eeeyah. aw shit honey. you poor thing.I'm starting to see the wisdom of paper drafts. I'd lol but it seem inopportune at the moment.which raises the question... is it wordcount if it's off in space somewhere, or does it have to actually be saved on my hard drive?Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1118036412160331742005-06-05T22:16:00.000-07:002005-06-05T22:40:12.180-07:00Over at Lorraine a'Malena, there's some discussion about the size of clothes, and sizes available, and how clothing is very often not sized to real people, or the people who'll really be really wearing it, but some ideal of that person.This made me think of both fire and hockey, and the clothing for both, and how that's all gone in the past.I dropped by fire administration on Friday to give back Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1117924656498745162005-06-04T15:36:00.000-07:002005-06-04T15:37:36.503-07:00Hallo.High Thin Wire is updated. Thanks to everyone for pushing. With the lag, readership has dropped to pretty much zip, so if you enjoy it, spread the word.Feel free to use the button I use, to the right.Thanks. Enjoy.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1117654143922066712005-06-01T12:24:00.000-07:002005-06-01T12:29:03.926-07:00I'm being laid off.I've known for a month, and it was a choice between this or commute up to the city, and I chose this, so it's really not that bad.What's most interesting is that in the past, it's taken several boxes to get me out of an office. I mean, like five or six.Today, I packed up all my shit in half a box. There was even room for my three orchids and a jacket in there.I can't decide Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1116880188175353422005-05-23T13:28:00.000-07:002005-05-23T21:17:55.026-07:00I skate with a limp.Right now, it looks like this: halting progress around the ice, unable to use my left outer edge for anything like control and therefore both stopping and turning are once again iffy propositions.I can’t skate backwards.I can barely crossover.I’m back at three years ago, only this time I know exactly how to do it, and so the humoring, pitying looks of all the figure skaters Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1116189527540787442005-05-15T13:37:00.000-07:002005-05-15T13:38:47.543-07:00Annnnnnd, the baby blog's been updated.Thanks to everyone who nagged me.Naila, expect a HTW update this week.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1116183481789669732005-05-15T11:56:00.000-07:002005-05-15T11:58:01.793-07:00In the other room, Gavin is playing X-Men on his vintage Nintendo. There's silence for a long time, which means he's probably dealing with a boss level.Then:"Go Wolverine, it's your birthday!"*cough* Yeah.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1115942795929712232005-05-12T17:05:00.000-07:002005-05-12T17:17:55.780-07:00Gavin, I'm proud to announce, made his first animated .gif today in Photoshop/ImageReady.Pretty rockin', eh?**Ah. And, also Gavin:"Babies are little tiny short people that can't walk."Silence. Then he continues. "Leprechauns are little tiny short people that can walk."**Shameless plug for software you Mac people have to own:Jotz.I kind of wonder how I managed projects without it. Remember Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1115853707643678642005-05-11T16:21:00.000-07:002005-05-11T16:21:47.650-07:00an excerpt**I’m so tired of being lucky, love. (Break me up like the last building falling into its foundations long after the mortar stops as though for those hours, still standing, it had forgotten the shelling and percussion and forgotten what it was supposed to do then came to itself and realized in that moment: right: I have been destroyed and crumbled in sudden sheepish apology and a Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1115267084901026492005-05-04T21:02:00.000-07:002005-05-04T21:24:44.940-07:00Dear CIA:Hi!I know how it looks. In the last month or so, I've practically lived at the CIA website, and have also extensively surfed every article I can find on the IRA, on IRA bombings, IRA terrorism, and the connections between the IRA and the PLO.I have looked up ballistics sites and learned a great deal about several kinds of firearms, most notably the M-1911 and its various parts.I've Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1114920765339750002005-04-30T21:08:00.000-07:002005-04-30T21:12:45.340-07:00It all caught up with me. About five minutes ago.I hurt, I'm tired of hurting constantly, I'm tired of the struggle, day to day, to just get around. Feeling like half a person. Pissed off at my foot for hurting, and even more pissed off at it for being useless.I chose being laid off from my job rather than commute to San Francisco, mostly because I'd like my kids to remember my name at the endKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1114735338919141532005-04-28T17:11:00.000-07:002005-04-28T18:13:06.186-07:00Since I got my cast off, I've been having quite a bit of pain in my foot.I've been frustrated by it, and a little bit flummoxed, since there's been no real pain putting weight on it, and I'm keeping it elevated.It's been frustrating to have something hurt and not be able to get at the reason, deal with the source.**I'm getting older. I know this because I get less worked up about people being Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1114459252269825302005-04-25T12:42:00.000-07:002005-04-25T13:00:52.270-07:00Things to be grateful for:1. Phil, who used to be a tech manager here and is now a salesguy. He's got a deep, resonant voice that sounds so much like my grandfather it sometimes makes my throat tight. I've been craving mochas the whole time I've had a cast on. Phil's been in Florida that whole time, getting trained to be a salesguy after being a tech guy. Today was Phil's first day back and Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1114210949441150102005-04-22T16:00:00.000-07:002005-04-22T16:04:15.903-07:00Been working here and there on some game graphics for an online RPG I'll be running soon.Duck! Scary things!Max, and Rebeccas both, not to mention miss N, I'm sure this image is allllll the hell too familiar.Look! In living color... the nightmare revisited. Bwah hah hah hah hah.No one should have ever let me near Photoshop, I swear to god.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1114103613624790082005-04-21T09:48:00.000-07:002005-04-21T10:13:33.626-07:00Listen carefully, because this is a bit difficult to follow. I've been writing song lyrics recently for a very talented and entirely fictional character, Edi McCandry. Edi is originally a character Emma Bull made up, which is important because this all comes interestingly full circle in a minute here.Edi is not just a character Emma Bull made up, but a role playing/gaming character faced by Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1114035581749725622005-04-20T15:19:00.000-07:002005-04-20T15:19:41.750-07:00Hey... this is kinda cool.I Am A: Chaotic Good Elf Fighter RangerAlignment:Chaotic Good characters are independent types with a strong belief in the value of goodness. They have little use for governments and other forces of order, and will generally do their own things, without heed to such groups.Race:Elves are the eldest of all races, although they are generally a bit smaller than humans. TheyKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1113939782640461872005-04-19T12:42:00.000-07:002005-04-19T12:43:02.640-07:00And many, many more.**Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1113897205060142392005-04-19T00:28:00.000-07:002005-04-19T00:59:00.193-07:00Dan other Dan not that Dan from before bonked me with this one:You're stuck inside Fahrenheit 451, which book do you want to be? I stared at this a long time and I still don't understand it. I'm glad to know that Dan, who's a terrifyingly smart person, also struggled with it. I think I want to be Excalibur #1. I'm not sure, though. What was the question again? Have you ever had a crush on a Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1113764126339138362005-04-17T11:54:00.000-07:002005-04-17T11:55:26.340-07:00WiddershinsCircle in the grass And a pinch of salt andI hold my breath when the Moon's behind a Cloud in the water And the tea leaves swirl andI tie my plait on theWillow boughs toKiss to the fireAnd a half burnt cake andI bite the seed for theBlood to flow onHands to the heavensAnd a hopeful spell andI lift the veil say hisName to come toCircle in the grass And a pinch of salt…(repeats)**That Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1113636041355565182005-04-16T00:05:00.000-07:002005-04-16T00:20:41.356-07:00Question: do you see fucking in church as a desecration? Not during services, of course. **Gavin and I took Lili to the Roasted Coffee Bean today, after I picked her up from daycare. We'd stopped at the bank, where I took a chance and parked in a handicapped spot because there was otherwise going to be a massive, exhausting, 200 or so yard crutch to the bank front door. With a five year old Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1113529664105700322005-04-14T18:12:00.000-07:002005-04-14T19:16:45.716-07:00If you haven't seen Cronenberg's "Spider" yet, do.It's a gorgeous, understated, beautifully acted piece, with Ralph Finnes as usual having exactly the right sense of how much is precisely enough, all the time.It's visually stunning, in a very low key way, and Cronenberg manages to take you along on this journey to the more extreme parts of the human psyche without ever resorting to cheap shock orKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1113434630009172982005-04-13T15:48:00.000-07:002005-04-13T16:23:50.013-07:00Someone wondered to me recently in email (and given how I am known to answer or rather not answer email figure that could have been sometime this year) that my tone on this thing had gotten serious all of a sudden. Or frustrated, or something other than perky. Which I am capable of, you know, with the proper application of things like hockey, alcohol and/or chocolate. Perkiness, I mean.It Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1112292387795241262005-03-31T10:05:00.000-08:002005-03-31T10:16:20.803-08:00To whoever it was who came here, read what I wrote and used it against me:Fuck you.***All that really needs to be said is what Tribeless said, which was better than anything I said anyway:Surely the most basic human right, in a free world, is for an individual to have the choice on how and when they leave this world. I usually find that arguments against are mystical, moralistic, Christian tosh Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1111110488093659082005-03-17T17:46:00.000-08:002005-03-17T17:48:08.093-08:00Yep, the rumors are true. I broke my foot trying to mosh and ceili at the same time at the Flogging Molly concert on Monday.Happy St. Patrick's, everyone!(Kids, next time, leave the Irish dancing to the professionals. Do *not* try this at home.)Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1110394961770869932005-03-09T11:01:00.000-08:002005-03-09T11:02:41.770-08:00Bit hunkered down, a lot going on.Drove my mother in law's Miata to New York for her; here's the result.PostcardsMore soon... thanks, Dan, for the tap.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1107796633481879232005-02-07T09:09:00.000-08:002005-02-07T09:19:27.366-08:00No news is good news?
At this point, probably not. Burnside made a good point last week that if the salary cap is really the Last Immovable Sticking Point then why, after the NHL submitted a proposal--with a salary cap--that is likely to be the last proposal of this season, did the NHLPA continue to come to the table?
Probably not the coffee and treats they serve up at the O'Hare airport Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1107664898278184832005-02-05T19:33:00.000-08:002005-02-05T20:41:38.280-08:00I'm not far enough into the manuscript.
I'm reasonably sure the Vicodin and Valium are messing with my head. I know, I know. How can anyone tell, with me? It's like being in a black hole and trying to figure out if it just got a little darker and quieter.
I attempted to play hockey last week, probably too soon, and stepped out in front of that little obnoxious freight train of a Russian. Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1106259247379909222005-01-20T14:05:00.000-08:002005-01-20T14:14:07.380-08:00Note to self: go to the doctor early, and often.
So the doc who checked me out used to be a surgeon up in Redwood city, and routinely stiched up guys who practiced and scrimmaged with the Sharks before they moved down to use Logitech as their practice facility.
She said it was a hell of a whiplash, and told me it was too bad I hadn't come in earlier.
She also wanted to know if he got a Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1106087380894774462005-01-18T14:19:00.000-08:002005-01-18T15:49:18.900-08:00We're driving to school. Gavin is cracking up because I'm singing, opera-style, instead of talking.
"We're al-most aaaat the schoooolllll!"
Giggle giggle giggle.
"Make suuuure you ha-ha-ha-ha-ve your jacket! Your jacket! Your jacket!"
Giggle giggle giggle.
"And get your folder! Your big red folder! The big red folder! Fooooolllldeeerrr!!"
"Mom..."
"Sing with me now... 'wouulddd youKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1105072015201744862005-01-06T20:25:00.000-08:002005-01-06T20:26:55.200-08:00Yeah. So.
Holidays.
New baby.
Manuscript due "newyearish." Or part of one.
All this leads to no blogging, for which I apologize. A lot of my writing has gone into the thing I'm working on, which I'm not talking about because I'm 12K words into it and it almost feels like momentum, which can only mean it will explode any minute now.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
How are you??
The Boxing Day Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1102533720276389932004-12-08T11:03:00.000-08:002004-12-08T11:22:00.276-08:00Welcome to the land of no sleep.
In a moment of hilarious lack of clear thought (and this was even before the wee hours feedings), I planned to take this time to finish a writing project.
Oh, yeah, I'm lucid and creative as hell right now. You bet.
*
Lili's blog is here: http://liliintheworld.blogspot.com
I am functional enough to take, upload and make dumb cute parent comments on picturesKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1101758580648812972004-11-29T11:49:00.000-08:002004-11-29T12:03:00.646-08:00Later I'll set up a baby blog, following Brian's lead.
But here's a couple of the best:
***
We came home from the hospital yesterday to a house with no heat. Not that it's as huge as it could have been; this is California. But cold enough that when our furnace repair place was closed, I went to a different HVAC company to come do the repairs right away.
Then I called my landlord.
"No,"Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1101592787323083212004-11-27T13:58:00.000-08:002004-11-27T13:59:47.323-08:00Lillian Monroe B-P
7 pounds 1 oz
20 inches
Born 11/27/04
0932
Both mom and baby are perfect and gorgeous, and the labor went very very smoothly. Will update more when we're back at home again, hopefully including a few pictures.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1101265210625568012004-11-23T18:42:00.000-08:002004-11-23T19:00:10.626-08:00Yeah. So.
Soon I'll be a mom again. Like probably this week, soon.
Bec's been making a scrapbook of all the stuff from Gavin's babyhood, and doing a gorgeous job of it. It seems like a nice thing to do, while she waits for the other kid to come around and make his or her debut.
I've been reading all the stuff I wrote back then, about the process. Poetry and essays, just a general lot of Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1100559412363711722004-11-15T14:22:00.000-08:002004-11-15T14:56:52.363-08:00I got my first real penalty last night.
#7 and I have been warming up to it for a while. A little jostle here, a little elbow there, slightly more pressure than is warranted fighting for the puck along the boards.
I play left wing and he plays right D, so it happens fairly frequently that we bang up against each other.
Now, I've had penalties before of course but it's been too many men on Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1098920225038472942004-10-27T16:29:00.000-07:002004-10-27T16:37:05.036-07:00Too much. Let me sum up.
We're all fine here, everyone's fine, uh, situation normal. How are you?
***
I'm driving to Arizona tomorrow to read "Heart of the Tree and the Christmas Whore" at a real for real "author reads their stuff" reading at World Fantasy 2004.
Utterly terrifying, although that's assuming anyone shows up to listen.
Will report fully. On this and other news.
Yes.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1098287862186379262004-10-20T08:53:00.000-07:002004-10-20T08:57:42.186-07:00THE TERRIBLE BATTLE BETWEEN Retribution AND COMPUTER HEAD
Prologue
“What’s your battle name?”
“Um, Retribution.”
“Okay.”
”What’s your battle name?”
“Well, let me think… Computer Head.”
“What color rope do you want?”
”Uh, can I have the blue one?”
”Yeah. You have the blue one. I’ll have the fire practice one.”
“Okay.”
“Ready?”
“Oh, wait. Here’s an axe. Do you want to fight with Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1097543695808063312004-10-11T17:52:00.000-07:002004-10-11T18:14:55.806-07:00So there's Gavin and I, and we're working on his homework. Kindergarten homework is pretty serious business. One writes words and colors in the lines and puts orange exes on groups of five things. Three pages a night, if you put off doing homework all weekend.
Today Gavin read out the directions for his last page of the three: "Draw five blue triangles. Draw five green... um... oh, Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1096930863497444732004-10-04T15:58:00.000-07:002004-10-04T16:01:03.496-07:00Pirates won the championship last night.
I'm not sure who was more surprised, our team or theirs. Last in the division beat first seed, coming back from 2-4 in the second to win 5-4 in twelve minutes of overtime.
I had a sort-of assist, but as everyone was on the ice leaping up and down and hugging each other, a detached part of me berated myself for my lack of contribution.
Then I woke Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1096836610769394912004-10-03T13:33:00.000-07:002004-10-03T13:50:10.770-07:00In order to keep Gavin from squirming, complaining, fighting me or undressing himself as I'm dressing him for hockey at 0700 Saturday mornings, I recite him Caroll's "Jabberwock" poem, which we both love.
He sits quietly, helpfully supplies words when I pause
("BURBLED!!")
and usually it takes about four highly animated repetitions of it to get him geared up, skates to helmet.
This Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1096472005421069602004-09-29T08:32:00.000-07:002004-09-29T08:33:25.423-07:00GHANA
We shipped a four octave wooden marimba to Ghana.
A four octave wooden marimba is a small instrument compared to - say - a grand piano. And no doubt there were a good many expatriates living in west Africa in the seventies who managed to keep grand pianos in their homes, miraculously free of moisture-cracked soundboards and termites.
But for being nothing like a grand piano other than Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1095977835286343922004-09-23T15:14:00.000-07:002004-09-23T15:17:15.286-07:00I wrote this essay in Kenya two years ago.
***
Leaving Amboselli
(for Crystal)
A gamut of lodges before today; each experience, each stay different, but also inherently the same. Arrive at the lodge, check in, go for a game drive-with as many as a few dozen other truck and van loads of tourists-arrive back, have dinner. Arise early. Get back in the van. Exclaim at the zebra and impala, Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1095892072143724362004-09-22T15:17:00.000-07:002004-09-22T16:08:15.566-07:00I'm fortunate in knowing, either by correspondence or actual in person kind of "I drink with them from time to time" way, some really cool people.
Some of whom I cop to knowing, some not.
(Leaves you wondering, don't it?)
Today I met, by correspondence, a blogger by the name of Alexa, who is among other things - those things being smart, a great writer, interesting and I suspect hot - an Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1095458546589565942004-09-17T15:01:00.000-07:002004-09-17T15:03:19.070-07:00This pretty much sums it up.
Nike on the lockout. Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1095450858508866382004-09-17T13:53:00.000-07:002004-09-17T12:54:18.506-07:00Dog Drives Off As Owner Watches Hockey
WHITEHORSE, Yukon Territory (AP) - An exuberant dog left in a truck while
the owner watched Canada win the World Cup of Hockey managed to throw the
vehicle into gear and coast down a city hill.
A man out for a walk called police after seeing the vehicle coast by with a
black Labrador retriever behind the wheel.
Police arrived to find the truck in the Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1095375489989484972004-09-16T15:55:00.000-07:002004-09-16T15:58:09.990-07:00September 15, 2004
Dear Hockey Fans:
Things have changed. The puck spills out towards our blue line and it's like gold to a thief, open door to a prisoner. The first real chance I've had all night, and I pick it up, scoop it ahead of me even as my skates dig.
I don't look back. What's behind me doesn't matter.
They say a skater on the ice makes thirty, even thirty-five miles per hour.
It Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1092938993858198172004-08-19T11:02:00.000-07:002004-08-19T11:12:05.206-07:00Good hockey weekend, both teams victorious over old rivals. Blizzard suffered their first loss of the season to us. They were... well, upset. Loudly. Poor liddle fings.
I didn't do much; still hurt (pulled hip flexor) and my playing showed it.
Still, any hockey's good hockey.
***
I'm flattened about Vinnie, and don't want to talk about it.
***
High Thin Wire is updated. For those of you whoKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1092327355680413382004-08-12T08:02:00.000-07:002004-08-12T09:15:55.680-07:00SAMOA
Five part harmony. Six part harmony.
We sat on the mats on the floor and I hummed and said random vowel sounds and I had been around music and musicians all my life, but these kids could sing.
At Leififi Intermediate School we wore crisp cotton uniforms: pink shirts and gray pinafores for the girls, gray shorts for the boys. Over our hearts were stitched the school crest and a Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1092151044590402212004-08-10T07:53:00.000-07:002004-08-10T08:17:24.590-07:00So in hockey news, I quit the Hounds last night.
The team is a good team, family also in the dysfunctional sense, and I've had a great time playing with them.
But there's certain things I won't tolerate.
When the team formed up, Bec and I were both asked to join. Bec was still a beginner goalie but the Hounds captains made it clear that she was the one they wanted, and we joked at the time Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1092091389664312602004-08-09T14:13:00.000-07:002004-08-09T15:56:53.916-07:00We saw Miss Saigon, done by the spectactularly talented kids at CMT this weekend. Twice.
Bec was in the Philippines during the fall of Saigon, and my family was in Burma (now Myanmar) shortly thereafter.
It's funny how relatively unaffected you can be by the story's plot drama, things like suicides and thwarted love, and how deeply and crucially other things hit you, like refugees on a chain Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1091140607244907212004-07-29T14:26:00.000-07:002004-07-29T15:55:46.720-07:00OK, taking a break from memoir for hockey, which is a relief to some of you, I'm sure.
I got a new stick. It's a Koho Revolution 4490, Jagr blade, and is one of the ugliest pieces of hockey equipment I've ever seen next to Big Steve's red hockey pants.
The Stick.
After two years of hockey, I came to the realization that I am 5'4" and a girl. No, really. And while I'm not exactly petite,Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1091037330580466122004-07-28T09:41:00.000-07:002004-07-28T11:14:41.233-07:00Claus Winkler was a tall, gaunt German who wore starched white linen shirts almost every day. He carried a crisp white handkerchief, and cigarettes.
According to my mother, Claus met his wife Dorette during WW2. He was a badly injured soldier recovering from imprisonment, she was an army nurse. These were not stories I heard from the Winklers, who had left that past more or less behind them;Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1090949158160102142004-07-27T08:00:00.000-07:002004-07-27T14:10:10.083-07:00I've been reading RLS in Samoa, a sort of bizzare postcolonial Stevenson biography which details the last years of Stevenson's life in the Pacific.
We lived in a compound carved out of the jungle behind RLS's estate, in a small village called Avele, just north of the village of Vailima. Vailima means "five rivers," and the best beer brewed in Samoa--arguably in the South Pacific--also bears Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1090435290975395892004-07-21T11:40:00.000-07:002004-07-21T11:41:30.976-07:00I know, sorry.
Read someone else, see the sidebar.
I'll resurface.
Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1089227036774572342004-07-07T11:57:00.000-07:002004-07-07T12:28:13.813-07:00So the most important news is that Ethan Hunter Sparks was born over the weekend! Huge congratulations to Brian and Margo, and kisses on Ethan's baby nose.
Of lesser note, but of possible interest to those of you who have been trying to get ahold of me: I'm sick. I've been sick for days. Fever, fever, fever, fatigue, fever, and so far the Kaiser folks are intrigued by the lack of any other Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1088613420255186392004-06-30T09:18:00.000-07:002004-06-30T09:57:52.770-07:00So the security guard often brings our Wall Street Journal in for us, but recently has held it hostage until I answer a trivia question.
Today he thought he'd get me with this one:
"In the original Star Wars movie," he said, as though he were sure I'd never know, "what is the name of the character played by Peter Cushing?"
I barely looked away from my computer.
"Believe that was Grand Moff Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1088549776323550412004-06-29T10:42:00.000-07:002004-06-29T16:00:43.883-07:00So.
Saturday at Gavin's hockey practice one of the dads spectating got horizontal.
I have that moment of hesitation, you know... EMT expired, out of practice, no business being there, all that. But it all comes down to the same thing. The same question that started all this.
What if I'm the only one who can?
Then shouldn't I?
After years of seeing so much hard core hurt and suffering... Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6098888.post-1088112269412471522004-06-24T14:22:00.000-07:002004-06-24T14:24:29.413-07:00Bullshit about Bertuzzi.
Bullshit.
It's like what Wilson said about the Shelley hit... no one said boo and he only got a 2 game suspension because the game wasn't nationally televised and they weren't playing clips of the hit for days. Not to mention the fact that Stuart got right back up and took his stupid "fighting" penalty. Despite being completely fucked up.
If Bertuzzi hadn't misjudgedKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07508073643304208823noreply@blogger.com0