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Monday, February 28, 2005
You know how when you read your horoscope you sometimes think, "wow, that's pretty spot-on, I wonder if there's something to this whole astrology thing"? Then you read it again and realize that any one of your friends, regardless of their date of birth, could have read that and said "wow, that's pretty spot-on for me..."

I just took this quiz that bella had posted on her blog. For all I know, they could have written one set of answers and everyone gets the same results. However, some of what was said made sense to/for me. So, I guess the test is does it make sense for you too?

Seeks independence and freedom from any restriction and therefore avoids obligations or anything which might prove hampering. She is being subjected to considerable pressure and wants to escape from it so that she can obtain what she needs, but tends to lack the necessary strength of purpose to succeed in this.

Relationships rarely measure up to her high emotional expectations and her need to be made the center of things, leading to disappointment .

Her need to feel more causative and to have a wider sphere of influence makes her restless and she is driven by her desires and hopes. May try to spread her activities over too wide a field.


On another note. You know how sometimes I post little things that make me happy? Well today I have a little thing that sucks: You're having this great telephone call. Conversation is flowing well. You're talking about everything under the sun. An hour passes with no awkward pauses in conversation. Then in the last two minutes of the conversation, as you are saying your goodbyes, something is said that neither of you quite gets. There's a pause while you both try to figure out what was really just said and what exactly it meant. You say goodbye amicably enough and hang up. Then you just sort of sit and stare. You're thinking "what the hell just happened there? Did I create that weirdness? What did that mean exactly?" You forget about the hour of wonderfulness and all you can think about were those last two minutes. You're also thinking that you know you're making too much of this and reading way too much into something very small, yet you can't stop. You want to call the person back, but you know they'd have no idea why you were upset, what you were upset about, or why you suddenly seemed to be stalking them even thought they told you they had to hang up to get ready to go play poker. And two days later, on Monday morning, you're still thinking about it...and wondering if you'll get a phone call tonight.

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Friday, February 25, 2005
He's Home
Boy do I feel like crying right now. But good and happy tears. My good friend Cavi's brother, Michael, has been in Iraq for the past 6 months. For the past 6 months we've been thinking about him every day. She's probably been thinking about him every second, waiting to get his emails, letters, phone calls. . .just so they can know that for that moment he's OK. Then worrying about him again the second he hung up the phone.

I just got a call from Cavi, and, praise God!, he's home. He's home!!! And soon she will get to wrap her arms around him again and know he's OK.
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A Sad Day
Today is a sad day for the 18-30 somethings of Philadelphia who like to hear a good variety of music, intelligent well-spoken DJ's, new and local bands, and the best ever morning show on the radio (Preston & Steve). My favorite radio station, Y100 suddenly went off the air last night ( a petition to bring it back). Along with it went some of the best DJs in the Delaware Valley. Although, according to the website there, they have set up an online station where the Y100 DJs will be broadcasting from their own homes. That, however, will last about as long as it takes them to get a job at another station, I fear. . .loyalty is all well and good until your first set of monthly bills come in. Preston & Steve are already headed to 93.3 WMMR ("The Rock Station") after their 6-month no-competition contract is up in August. I'm certainly going to be tuning in to that station more often as soon as they are on the air.

Radio One, in the infinite wisdom of a huge conglomerate that has no idea about the local community it serves, replaced Y100 with yet another hip-hop station. Yeah, we needed one more of those. I really don't get the radio industry at all. Preston & Steve had just won a national award for their show, Y100 itself had 500,000 listeners and had no direct competition playing the same mix of music. Now the new station has lined itself up to directly compete with 3 other stations in the area. The chances of the petition doing anything are pretty slim, too, unfortunately.

I, for one, think that the coolness factor of the Delaware Valley has dropped at least 40% with Y100 out of the picture. Good luck out there, guys.
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Wednesday, February 16, 2005

I got my 10 pound ribbon at Weight Watchers today. Yay me! Posted by Hello
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Tuesday, February 15, 2005
The Grind
My "fleet manager" at work, Wayne, is going to do my brake pads and rotors for me tonight. He pretty much rocks! This way, I know exactly what I'm paying for, and I can trust him. I wish I knew how to do these things myself, though. Perhaps that should be a goal, take some sort of a class to learn basic auto repair. Even though I'm getting rid of the car in May, I have to get it inspected in March, so I have to keep her running. Grrr.
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Monday, February 14, 2005

What a commentary on civilization, when being alone is being suspect; when one has to apologize for it, make excuses, hide the fact that one practices it - like a secret vice.
- Anne Morrow Lindbergh, 1906 - 2001
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Friday, February 11, 2005
Crossing Denial
My car is making a noise. It's a bad noise. I'm trying to ignore it because I know that not only is it a bad noise, it's a very expensive noise. I hate my car, but I really wanted it to hold out until spring.

For some time yesterday, I had convinced my self that the scraping sound must just be road salt on the brake pads. It's not road salt on the brake pads, namely because I think I no longer have brake pads. It's definitely the sound of where a brake pad is supposed to be scraping against the rotor. And I can't seem to drown it out with the radio anymore.

So. My question is: do I get new front brakes (and probably rotors) for this car and keep my original plan to get the new (to me) car in the spring? Is it worth it? Maybe I should just drive to the dealership tomorrow (without braking) and get it then?
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Thursday, February 10, 2005
A Bit of Culture
On a particularly boring Tuesday (like, 2 days ago) I was busy not accomplishing anything at work when an email from my former boss appeared in my inbox. She had an extra ticket to go see the Moiseyev Dance Company, and invited me to go with her.

*Ahem* "The 67-year old Moiseyev Dance Company is consistently acclaimed throughout the world as the greatest of all folk dance groups. The ensemble, honored as Russia's official 'State Academic Ensemble of Popular Dance,' has captivated international audiences for decades with its technical brilliance and exuberant evocations of traditional dances. At the heart of the group's success is the genius of its visionary artistic director, choreographer and founder, [87 year old] Igor Moiseyev." *Ahem*

I didn't know any of that, though. It's not something for which I would have stood in line at Ticketmaster, certainly...but why not try something different in my old age? The performance was at Irvine Auditorium at the University of Pennsylvania. It's an odd building, I took some pictures inside the auditorium but they're on a disposable camera, so I have to wait to finish it off. I was captivated by the building and completely enthralled when they started dancing.

Everyone probably has a picture in their mind of that Russian guy in the tall fur hat with his arms crossed, knees bent, and legs flying up around his overgrown moustache. It wasn't like that at all. Well, OK, honestly, it was sort of like that...only... not... How do I explain? These are young gifted dancers taking the traditional folk dances of their country (joyous and celebratory, not solemn and formal) and keeping them alive. And unlike most other types of formal dance performances I have seen, they actually looked like they were really enjoying themselves. The steps were intricate and complicated, and I have never seen feet move so fast in my entire life. The costumes were gorgeous, the music was fun. I didn't stop smiling the whole evening.

They also performed some interpretations of dances from other cultures, like Mexico and Korea. And as Susan, my host, pointed out, it was interesting to note that there were so many universalities in the steps and motions of dances from different cultures. Their signature "choreography picture" is called Partisans. I can't even really describe it, but they were wearing these huge tent-like cloaks, and as they came out on stage you would have sworn they were riding on skateboards, so smooth and fast was their movement, and invisible were their feet. I still can't figure out how they did it. As it says in the program "It is impossible not to believe that these partisans are actually riding horses through the mountain passes."

I've posted some pictures from the back of the program. They didn't come out too clearly, but they should give a flavor for it. Apparently they only come to the U.S. about every five years, so if you get a chance, even if you don't think it's your thing, you should go.
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I like a man who is flexible... Posted by Hello
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Sorry, don't know why they look like they are behind a screen... Posted by Hello
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Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Keeps me going...
I like quotes. I have quotes hanging up all over my office. And once a week, when I send out my progress report, I always stick a quote in the email. People here actually look forward to it, which is kinda cool.

But underneath my desk, on the side of my filing cabinet that's near my right leg I have quotes for just me to see. Curious? Well I'm in a moooooshy sort of sharing-type mood. So Ok. (I wonder if those of you who come here looking for my Dorothy Parker-esque wit have been sorely disappointed lately...I'll try to be funny later.) Here we go:

It's going to hurt, it just is. You just have to get through the hurting as best you can and deal with things the way you think is right. And hope tomorrow will get better. --a friend

My theory is matter how not serious you are planning for a realationship-type thing to be, the beginning should be exciting and can't-get-enough. That's what I want, that's what I'm good enough for. His amibivalence and lackadaisical attitude are not what I had in mind. Why should I settle, especially for something that wasn't serious in the first place.
--Lori, on an especially horrid online dating experience.

Kiss your past goodbye.

Bring a sense of stability to your ever-fluctuating emotions, Lori. Spend time with people who can help bring you down to Earth and try to sift through your thoughts in a rational, logical, and practical manner. You will find that the more stable you are, the better you will be positioned to receive the love that you deserve. Realize that you don't always have to run out and get it. Love will come to you. --uncannily good advice from a horoscope on MSN.

The power of not knowing and letting go.
--(ahem) Jennifer Lopez

My heart gets bigger every time it gets broken. It means I'm alive.
--Maya Angelou

And all I want is not to need you now.
--Dashboard Confessional

Seems these days I can't feel anything unless it cuts me right down to the bone.
--David Gray

When did you stop dancing?
When did you stop singing?
When did you stop being enchanted by stories?
When didi you stop finding comfort in the sweet territory of silence?
--online sermon from a Unitarian minsiter

You may be deceived if you trust too much, but you will live in torment if you do not trust enough.
--Frank Crane

Maybe I ain't used to maybes smashing in a cold room cutting my
hands up every time I touch you
Maybe maybe it's time to wave goodbye now
Time to wave goodbye now.
--Tori Amos

Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.
--Bertrand Russell

No matter what we have come through, or how many perils we have safely passed, or how many imperfect and jagged--in some places perhaps irreparably--our life has been, we cannot in our heart of hearts imagine how it could have been different. As we look back on it, it slips in behind us in orderly array, and, with all its mistakes, acquires a sort of eternal fitness, and even, at times, of poetic glamour.
--Randolph Silliman Bourne

I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.
--Harry, When Harry Met Sally

The first law of Thermodynamics is the Conservation of Energy, which states that energy can neither be created nor destroyed.
--science textbook

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It's the little things that make you so happy
/All I want to do is live by the sea

Part II of A Little Thing that Makes Me Happy

Getting a kiss on the lips then nose then forehead before getting told to drive safe back home.

Again..what's yours?
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It's all in the journey, right?
I haven't given a WW update in a while now. Perhaps it's because nobody comments on them. . .I can understand why people would be hesitant to comment on someone else's "weight loss journey." Too many opportunities to get trapped into either saying the wrong thing, or having whatever you have said get taken the wrong way.

But, regardless, here's how it's gone so far. Bit of a hilly ride this go-a-round:

Week 2 -3.6 lbs.
Week 3 +3.2 lbs.
Week 4 -5.0 lbs.
Week 5 +1.2 lbs.
Week 6 -0.6 lbs.
Week 7 (that's today) -3.4

Quite proud of this week, too, since I was away for the weekend and at a much-fooded Superbowl party. I know what I want. I know what I do wrong when I do it. I even know how to do it right. It'll happen, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna beat myself up about it. Love me, love my spare tire, dammit, at least until I get rid of it.
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Tuesday, February 08, 2005

Shot in Austin. Posted by Hello
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Shot in Boston.
I think I need a new hobby.Posted by Hello
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The Agony and the Ecstasy
You know, I think I've told too many of my friends about this blog. I hate having to hesitate about what I write and think about who reads this.

Anyway...the drive to Massachusetts went off without a hitch. Unfortunately the same could not be said about the Superbowl. The outcome was pretty much as expected; however, I can still say I'm proud of the Eagles. The Patriots are a class A team, and although they definitely didn't bring their best game (especially the offense) they were the best team out there that Sunday. But the Eagles came to play, and they did; they gave the Patriots some moments of worry. Good on them! We're all undefeated again as of Monday.

Now. A bit about the situation I was in up there. I stayed with my friends, "N" and "C" a married couple. I really enjoy watching them interact with each other (get that thought out of your head, I didn't mean it that way). They really are perfect for each other. They have fun together. They make each other laugh. I'd like to be so lucky someday. For me though, the situation has its awkward moments. I knew N, the male half, first. I wouldn't say we ever dated, per se, at one point, years ago, there was something between us. So, I suppose I know things about him that C, as your average human woman, probably wishes I did not know. C is wonderful, she's very comfortable with herself (she's smart, talented, and pretty) and her relationship with N. I think the way she looks at it is: "that was then, this is now, and now he's mine." And that's good, that's the way it should be. I'm so glad we can all be friends. It would have been a shame to lose my friendship with N (like I did with my friend Matt) when he found the person that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. And not only did I not lose that friendship, I gained a good friend in C. I really have been lucky in my friends. N & C and I can go for a couple years without seeing each other, and still just fall back into being friends like I lived around the corner.

Now, another thing that developed from my friendship with N is that I met his best friend, B. I don't know about for B (I'll have to ask him) but the first time we met it was like things were electrically charged between us. I had never before experienced seeing a guy and thinking, "I want that and I'll get it" like I did with B--it's really not in my nature to be that confident in myself. We got a chance...sort of a moment in time--a few days in a fishbowl, is how I think of it for some reason. And then went our separate ways. But it's always been there, every time I saw him...that spark. Usually either he was dating someone or I was, so a distance was kept, but it was there. We have a lot in common I think. He's smart and ambitious, I think he could do just about anything he wanted to do if he set his mind to it. We're both about a year out from break-ups that really pulled the rug out from under us and made us feel like we were starting over again--from a place we never wanted to be. We got a chance to talk for a long time on Sunday night. (Going to bed at 5.15 am on the day you have drive back to Pennsylvania was probably not a great idea, but these things have to be done.) I don' t know if anything will come of all this, but I hope so. We'll have to see what happens, but I'd really like a second chance with him--just to see if we could be more. I don't even know precisely what he is thinking about all this, that's OK. I think we'll have to tread softly and be really careful with each other--slowly. And just see...
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Friday, February 04, 2005
Nope. I got nothin'
Sorry guys. Not really too much going on. Busy at work, but who cares? During winter I usually go into a semi-hibernation state where all I want to do when I get home from work is sleep. So not much of the way of a social life either, but by my choice. Driving up to Massachusetts after work today, so I should have some stories after the weekend. Until then you are just going to have to wonder and wait. Here are some little known facts (forwarded to me) that should keep you busy:

A dime has 118 ridges around the edge.
A cat has 32 muscles in each ear.
A crocodile cannot stick out its tongue.
A dragonfly has a life span of 24 hours.
A goldfish has a memory span of three seconds.
A "jiffy" is an actual unit of time for 1/100th of a second.
A shark is the only fish that can blink with both eyes.
A snail can sleep for three years.
Al Capone's business card said he was a used furniture dealer.
All 50 states are listed across the top of the Lincoln Memorial on the back of the $5 bill.
Almonds are a member of the peach family.
An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.
Babies are born without kneecaps. They don't appear until the child reaches 2 to 6 years of age.
Butterflies taste with their feet.
Cats have over one hundred vocal sounds. Dogs only have about 10.
"Dreamt" is the only English word that ends in the letters "mt".
February 1865 is the only month in recorded history not to have a full moon.
In the last 4,000 years, no new animals have been domesticated.
If the population of
China walked past you, in single file, the line would never end because of the rate of reproduction.
If you are an average American, in your whole life, you will spend an average of 6 months waiting at red lights.
It's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open.
Leonardo Da Vinci invented the scissors.
Maine is the only state whose name is just one syllable.
No word in the English language rhymes with month, orange, silver, or purple.
On a Canadian two dollar bill, the flag flying over the Parliament building is an American flag.
Our eyes are always the same size from birth, but our nose and ears never stop growing.
Peanuts are one of the ingredients of dynamite.
Rubber bands last longer when refrigerated.
"Stewardesses" is the longest word typed with only the left hand and "lollipop" with your right.
The average person's left hand does 56% of the typing.
The microwave was invented after a researcher walked by a radar tube and a chocolate bar melted in his pocket.
The sentence: "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog" uses every letter of the alphabet.
The winter of 1932 was so cold that
Niagara Falls froze completely solid.
The words 'racecar,' 'kayak' and 'level' are the same whether they are read left to right or right to left (palindromes).
There are 293 ways to make change for a dollar.
There are only four words in the English language which end in "dous": tremendous, horrendous, stupendous, and hazardous
There are two words in the English language that have all five vowels in order: "abstemious" and "facetious."
There's no Betty Rubble in the Flintstones Chewables Vitamins.
Tigers have striped skin, not just striped fur.
TYPEWRITER is the longest word that can be made using the letters only on one row of the keyboard.
Winston Churchill was born in a ladies' room during a dance.
Women blink nearly twice as much as men.
Your stomach has to produce a new layer of mucus every two weeks; otherwise it will digest itself.
. . . Now you know everything!

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Wednesday, February 02, 2005
I want this book!
Buy it for me at Amazon.

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What do we know, anyway?
Tonight. Tonight I am making a move that could alter the course of my life as I know it. It will have an effect on the way I dress, the way others see me. . . and my overall body temperature. Yes, I am getting my hair cut. And I don't just mean any haircut. Something drastic. Not sure what yet, but I'm bored and I need some drama in my life.

I was informed by a sweet chauvinistic friend that "women never know what hair cut looks best, they just cut it the way they want it, and men don't find it attractive." Well, heaven forbid that we cut our hair the way we want it! Say it ain't so! And you know, this isn't really as light of a comment as I am making it. Check this out: Only 2% of women describe themselves as beautiful. I wonder if they all had long hair?

Only 2% of women. That's crazy! You know that more than 2% of women have people in their lives who tell them they are beautiful. They have husbands and boyfriends that love them and love the way they look. What exactly is telling us that we aren't beautiful? Who tells us we have to get male approval before we choose what hairstyle we think best suits our face? Why are they making reality TV shows about the wonderful, confidence-boosting effects of plastic surgery? What are we doing to ourselves?
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Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Why I Don't Have a Boyfriend
Click on it so you can actually read it. Posted by Hello
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Often entertaining, always disturbing
Read about my ureters , Trouble's appendix and how they are related.
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