Sunday, December 7, 2008

Good music

Somehow worship at church seems more intimate when members of the band aren't just, well, members of the band to me. When somebody is up there that I know outside of that context, it makes me feel more connected to church, and likewise, to God. Just thought I'd put that out there.

There was another thing at church tonight that made me smile- the harmonica. That's right, Chris whipped out the harmonica and worked it (nicely, I might add) into a few Christmas songs in the heart of Bellevue. Another reason I love my church.

Incidentally, I also loved Trampled by Turtles at the Tractor Friday night. Goooood bluegrass!


Entertaining the masses.


One of the masses (who ditched the crutches for beer and dancing).


Three of the masses (Jim and Carly and yours truly).



Good times had by all :)

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Keep it down in there!

My mind is loud enough as it is. Sometimes I come home from work and find that I'm having to scream louder than usual to be heard over the beeps and alarms from work that have lodged themselves in my brain.

Wish my bellybutton doubled as a "reboot" key.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Finally finished Snow Crash

I slept for sixteen out of a twenty-four hour stretch yesterday/today. So when I woke up this morning at six, I knew my sleep schedule was screwed. I haven't the foggiest when I should go to sleep next (don't want to revert back to a day schedule after all). 

I do know that I finally got breakfast with Munoz (The Dish, mmm). Good tea, good people, good food. I like good things :) Then I took Gazza to the dog park today for the first time in over a month and was thrilled to stand around in the sun. Mini-Beast was there with Bob, so it was a gorgeous afternoon filled with beasties.

Coming home, I had a craving for protein. Following through on a promise to use what's in my freezer first, I cooked some chicken (breathe through it, I know it's hard to believe...). Of course, I realized my only condiment is mustard, so I ate it with tartar sauce left over from Ivars (that's normal, right?). 

Why am I writing about this? I realized I haven't been out in sunlight (for any notable period of time) for weeks (!!), so it was a nice change of pace. And the cooking thing, well, that needs no explanation. And now I'm sitting by the fire reading and napping. Because... why not?

PSA

Ranch dressing can, in fact, go bad. Very bad.

That is all.

A nice way to start the day

When I work days, I take The Beast on a walk around our block before work. Starting at the top of the hill behind my building, we're treated to a view of Lake Union and the eastern portion of downtown. As we walk down, more of the skyline across the lake opens up. The bikers outnumber the cars at that early hour, and it's quite peaceful.

Lately of course it has been completely dark at that hour, but during longer days the view varies from rainy to clear to foggy, like this particular morning:



Take a deep breath, pet the dog, smile, and start your day...

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Suck it in folks

While I am a huge fan of hugs, I'm not such a big fan of being crowded with random people. Not claustrophobic, mind you (in fact, I'm the opposite of claustrophobic), I just think the cramminess* can be awkward. Even so, I like riding the el and watching how people deal with it on a daily basis.




*You know what's coming. That's right, Martha Brockenbrough.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Healthcare as a "right"

Among the mediblogs that I read, this is a topic that has as many different opinions as authors (and perhaps even more!). I find this one, if not exactly how I think things should be run, a view that is maybe more realistic given the way things are today. Apparently so does West Virginia.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

I didn't even realize this was possible

There is cancer. It's awful.

There is being born with cancer. It's also awful.

Then there is being born with cancer so advanced it has already metastasized. It's... unfathomably awful.

Who could possibly relate?

The picture says it all

Meh.

It's such a great word! It can express indifference or apathy. I especially like its use, as Wiktionary puts it, "to express a mild disagreement where the person does not have either the solid foundation to actually argue a point or does not feel the argument is worth pursuing any further."

Apparently the Collins English Dictionary feels the same way.

Monday, December 1, 2008