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23/4/11 12:31Sunshine at last. A text message from my sis (whose messages come in under the tone of Bart Simpson snickering) roused me from the Saturday sleep-in, and invited me to go shopping.
Off we went on our bikes in the sunshine (me with mad sleep hair), to Fred Meyer, where we loaded socks and clothes and bath products and toilet paper and and batteries and gardening accouterments into our bike baskets, then pedaled off to Peet's Coffee on the corner of 15th & Broadway.
Portland was out in force. That's my sis in the orange. That's her yellow bike, with the TP. You can see Eleanor O's high handlebars and basket behind it, and the teeny-weeny kids' bikes locked up on the corner. Little helmeted darlings emerged from the coffee shop with their dad a moment later and rode off.
There is no earthly reason for me to be indoors on a day like this, and I'm going to remedy that situation in a just a minute.
Off we went on our bikes in the sunshine (me with mad sleep hair), to Fred Meyer, where we loaded socks and clothes and bath products and toilet paper and and batteries and gardening accouterments into our bike baskets, then pedaled off to Peet's Coffee on the corner of 15th & Broadway.
Portland was out in force. That's my sis in the orange. That's her yellow bike, with the TP. You can see Eleanor O's high handlebars and basket behind it, and the teeny-weeny kids' bikes locked up on the corner. Little helmeted darlings emerged from the coffee shop with their dad a moment later and rode off.
There is no earthly reason for me to be indoors on a day like this, and I'm going to remedy that situation in a just a minute.
Sunday morning
5/7/09 07:12In a mostly unprecedented juxtaposition of events, I am a) up b) about and c) online at the corner café d) before 7:30 on a Sunday morning. I actually preceded the café owner here and had to wait for him to come and open the caffeine tap.
Caffeination in progress, I proceed to block out NPR's Weekend Edition with earphones and meditation music, because no news is my default position of late (though I couldn't look away from the Palin tweakfest the other day). I'm struggling with an article about point of view for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
meta_writer's "Back to Basics" series. I have a profound and almost instinctive understanding of POV in fiction, but breaking that down into a short essay has kicked my ass.
Last night's neighborhood gunpowder extravaganza left me in only a moderate state of overactivation (talk about triggers, geez!) despite someone on the block deciding that our little street was a fine place for all the fireworks to go off. I worry about the animals on the gunpowder holidays, but Sam and Dean the stray cats appeared on my porch this morning on schedule.
It is, as they say, gonna be a hot one. Back to POV.
Caffeination in progress, I proceed to block out NPR's Weekend Edition with earphones and meditation music, because no news is my default position of late (though I couldn't look away from the Palin tweakfest the other day). I'm struggling with an article about point of view for
meta_writer's "Back to Basics" series. I have a profound and almost instinctive understanding of POV in fiction, but breaking that down into a short essay has kicked my ass. Last night's neighborhood gunpowder extravaganza left me in only a moderate state of overactivation (talk about triggers, geez!) despite someone on the block deciding that our little street was a fine place for all the fireworks to go off. I worry about the animals on the gunpowder holidays, but Sam and Dean the stray cats appeared on my porch this morning on schedule.
It is, as they say, gonna be a hot one. Back to POV.
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The internet's for espresso
24/9/06 20:49Recently, I spotted a coffee grinder that I liked the look of at Seattle's Best. Rather than just buying it on a whim like a good consumer, I went back to my office and did some reading about coffee grinders.
One website led to another, and now I'm way past grinders, and obsessed with the idea of buying an espresso machine. It'd be a major purchase, so naturally I've been doing a lot of research.
( Turns out there are distinct parallels between espresso and porn. )
I honestly don't know if I'm woman enough to own one of these machines. And if I get one, there's still the problem of the grinder.
One website led to another, and now I'm way past grinders, and obsessed with the idea of buying an espresso machine. It'd be a major purchase, so naturally I've been doing a lot of research.
( Turns out there are distinct parallels between espresso and porn. )
I honestly don't know if I'm woman enough to own one of these machines. And if I get one, there's still the problem of the grinder.
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The latte factor
3/5/06 10:48I was just in my friendly Seattle's Best A Wholly-Owned Subsidiary of Starbucks and, over the music on my MP3 player, heard a woman saying to her companion as she accepted her large coffee drink from the barista:
I mean, three dollars a gallon! What do we have to do to get the government to knock these prices down? Maybe three bucks a gallon is all right for people like Bill Gates, but it's to a point now where I have to decide between eating and filling up my tank. I know I'm not the only person in this boat. It's a great big cruise ship.
Several things went through my mind, the principal of which were:
I know that we have a great big country whose entire infrastructure is woven around cheap fuel; I know that people have innocently built their own lives on the same premise and are now in trouble because they can't just suddenly quit driving to work. I know it's not as simple as, "Get over it."
But I have a problem with the (apparent) expectation that Our Way of Life is an entitlement. It's not. It's a huge luxury that we in no way "deserve," but merely happen to have been born into. Looks like our turn is just about over. As a first course of action, we might want to consider giving up that daily sixteen-dollar-a-gallon coffee drink.
I mean, three dollars a gallon! What do we have to do to get the government to knock these prices down? Maybe three bucks a gallon is all right for people like Bill Gates, but it's to a point now where I have to decide between eating and filling up my tank. I know I'm not the only person in this boat. It's a great big cruise ship.
Several things went through my mind, the principal of which were:
- it's more like six bucks a gallon in the rest of the world
- I filled up my tank yesterday and it shocked the hell outta me
- yeah, I'm buying a latte too, but at least I see the irony clearly enough to keep my mouth shut
I know that we have a great big country whose entire infrastructure is woven around cheap fuel; I know that people have innocently built their own lives on the same premise and are now in trouble because they can't just suddenly quit driving to work. I know it's not as simple as, "Get over it."
But I have a problem with the (apparent) expectation that Our Way of Life is an entitlement. It's not. It's a huge luxury that we in no way "deserve," but merely happen to have been born into. Looks like our turn is just about over. As a first course of action, we might want to consider giving up that daily sixteen-dollar-a-gallon coffee drink.
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55 Words and An Ego Boost
17/6/05 11:16From ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
llaras, a little word-meme that taxed my creativity to a surprising degree.
( It also served as a lovely résumé-writing avoidance tactic. Thanks, Llaras! )
I'm struggling with my résumé this morning. It's absolutely due by 4:30 or I'll miss my shot at a nice promotion. I've known about the job and its deadline for at least three weeks, so of course here I am with less than six hours to go, and all I've got is a mind-map of the job requirements and sense of dread.
So I wander over to Seattle's Best, because Caleb, the adorable guy who usually takes my order, always cheers me up. It's Bean Friday, so I buy a bag of 6th Avenue Bistro Blend and get a triple-shot mocha for free. Caleb looks at my debit card. "I never knew that was your name!" he says. "What a great name! I know I've told you before that you're like a queen, but I didn't know you had a regal name to go with it."
So I'm all, yeah, dammit, I'm the Queen of Fuckin' Everything, and I don't need to fear this little résumé, or even the great big job behind it. I'm gonna whip that sucker into shape and turn it in, then waltz off for the weekend and never give it a second thought.
Just as soon as I finish this triple mocha. And this LJ entry. And my email. Maybe a little lunch...
llaras, a little word-meme that taxed my creativity to a surprising degree.( It also served as a lovely résumé-writing avoidance tactic. Thanks, Llaras! )
I'm struggling with my résumé this morning. It's absolutely due by 4:30 or I'll miss my shot at a nice promotion. I've known about the job and its deadline for at least three weeks, so of course here I am with less than six hours to go, and all I've got is a mind-map of the job requirements and sense of dread.
So I wander over to Seattle's Best, because Caleb, the adorable guy who usually takes my order, always cheers me up. It's Bean Friday, so I buy a bag of 6th Avenue Bistro Blend and get a triple-shot mocha for free. Caleb looks at my debit card. "I never knew that was your name!" he says. "What a great name! I know I've told you before that you're like a queen, but I didn't know you had a regal name to go with it."
So I'm all, yeah, dammit, I'm the Queen of Fuckin' Everything, and I don't need to fear this little résumé, or even the great big job behind it. I'm gonna whip that sucker into shape and turn it in, then waltz off for the weekend and never give it a second thought.
Just as soon as I finish this triple mocha. And this LJ entry. And my email. Maybe a little lunch...
