Archive for July, 2009

From the jaws

Published July 23, 2009 life and pups 3 Comments
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I really hope my mom and Terry see this.  They have wheatens.  Click on the video.  The dog is pretty damn cute.

I wonder if I could have done that for Graciehead.  The only thing I don’t like about the article is the part in which the son says that he doesn’t like calling Mandy a ‘dog,’ that it seems demeaning.  Um, what?  Aside from the fact that she is a dog and there’s nothing wrong with that, I’m fairly certain she doesn’t really care what you call her.  It reminds me of the time I was calling to book a kennel for Graceface years ago and was asked, “What kind of dog is she?”  I said, “A mutt.”  [Usually I say a ‘supermutt,’ but I played it safe].  The woman corrected me, “You mean a ‘mixed breed.'”  Well, maybe, but I don’t think Gracie cares what you call her.  As long as you call her.

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Venting

Published July 22, 2009 life and pups 13 Comments
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Deep breaths, deep breaths.  Just let me have a second to vent about something, ok?  This is so cliched, but I really hate hate hate it when you’re in a meeting, or any sort of discussion (via email in this most recent case), and you have to say something ten times, in ten different ways, before someone finally hears it.  Then someone else says it in another way (possibly the way you said it the first time) and then everyone says, “Oh, yeah, that makes sense.  Good thought.”  And this, of course, is directed at the person who just regurgitated whatever it was you said in the first place. 

UPDATE (not that anyone has read this anyway): Another thing that sucks about being on the board of directors of the union is having to disagree with your friends.  I just had a friend/member of the union come to me with a question about her work schedule and I clearly gave her an answer she did not like and she stormed out of here with a terse, “Thanks.”

Plans

Published July 20, 2009 life and pups , local , travel 8 Comments

I was recently informed that about 94% of blogs go idle after six months.  While I’ve made it past that mark, I’ve stalled out a bit as of late.  I suppose it’s mostly because it’s summer and there’s other stuff to do, it’s been uber-busy at work, and I’ve been uber-busy with the union.  Though I think the real reason is that my mind has been scattered and coming up with any coherent thoughts has been rough.

I’m hopeful, though, that this will change shortly.  A week from today I will be embarking on a two-week vacation.  Hooray!  The itinerary?  Well, first let me say that it is a road trip.  In a new black civic.  With an i-pass.  Hooray!  Ok, we leave Monday for Dayton, OH to visit Papa.  Then, Tuesday morning we leave bright & early (maybe) to hit the road for NYC.  We’ll be visiting Kristin in Brooklyn (at last!) and the City until Friday afternoon.  Friday afternoon we head north for Amenia, NY to partake in Andrea’s wedding festivities.  That takes us until Sunday morning when we head out through Canada to reach Presque Isle, WI to relax on the cheerful waters of Presque Isle Lake with lots of family.  I think it’ll be a good trip and I’m hoping for lots of fun photographs.

Anyone else have fun, close-to-end-of-summer (can you believe it?) plans?

Away We Went

Published July 9, 2009 movies 7 Comments
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I’ve actually revealed this neurosis of mine before, but I need to hash it out some more.  When I see a movie I really, really like, I usually need to stay for most, if not all, of the credits.  I’m not like my aunt Terry who has to stay for all of the credits of every movie.  Certainly not!  In fact, I really can’t imagine stomaching staying through all of the credits of a movie like, say, The Reader.  Pukeasaurus Rex.  But when I think a movie’s really good, there are several reasons why I want to stay: (1) I want to give every name involved a little of my time in a small effort to show my respect and admiration and gratitude; (2) I often want to check who played whom and who did the music; and (3), and this is usually the biggest reason, I need time to collect myself before moving on with my life.  And this third one is the one that gets me in real trouble.  I LOVE seeing movies in the theater.  I love the grandeur, the shared experience, the sound, everything.  I just love, love, love, love, love it.  But there is little that I hate more in this world than the end-of-a-great-movie experience in which I am sitting paralyzed with emotion, trying to absorb what I have just seen and been through and listening to the final song of the film (sometimes the most important song, like in Gran Torino & The Wrestler) when people all around me just start talking and — the worst — laughing and moving on with their lives at a rate I can’t contemplate.  It makes me so annoyed and angry and then I’m left not being able to soak in the whole experience and irked with myself for letting it get to me.  The thing is, I know I’ve probably pissed someone else off in the same way folks have done for me.  I think it’s probably a safe (though disturbing) bet that someone was moved by The Reader and I couldn’t get out of the theater fast enough and I’m sure I let out an inappropriate chuckle.  Ugh.  So, I know there’s no real solution to this problem.  If I want the movie theater experience, I just need to understand that this is going to happen.  Again and again.  As it did tonight.

Tonight we saw a truly lovely, moving portrait of a 30-something couple trying to navigate through life and figure out where they belong.  In Away We Go, Burt & Verona are a couple who are very much in love and about to have a baby.  They don’t, however, know quite where they should live.  They want to live in a city with family or friends or both.  They want to feel rooted.  So, they travel North America — Phoenix, Tucson, Madison (!!! though it’s not really Madison, but it is very pretty), Montreal & Miami — in an effort to find out what city fits them.  Along the way, we are introduced to a bunch of characters from their past: In Phoenix is Verona’s ex-boss; in Madison is Burt’s childhood family friend; in Montreal, the couple’s college friends.  Some of the people they visit are totally bonkers (Maggie Gyllenhall plays so insane and is part of one of the best scenes in the movie: John Krasinski + stroller = madcap comedy.  Who knew?), and some are incredibly sympathetic and stirring.  But it’s Burt and Verona that make the film.  Their effort to make it as a couple, as a family, in a tough, unfair world moved me to tears.  It is one of those precious, rare films that makes us remember that just being here, just loving someone is really beautiful.  And it’s enough.

Wednesday

Published July 8, 2009 law stuff , movies 5 Comments
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Interview with Justice Ginsburg!  Sent to me courtesy of my dear old friend Brady.  Not that he’s actually old, mind you, but I have known him since I was 6.

Tonight?  Away We Go, which I keep wanting to call Up and Away.

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