Friday, October 12, 2007
Poltergeist. Tucson, like many communities, has built over its historic cemeteries. There are three in the downtown area, dating between 1776 and 1909. One is beneath a street, another is currently being excavated for a new courthouse, and a third is in a residential neighborhood.
An acquaintance of mine lives in that neighborhood, which was the cemetery for Tucson between 1875 and 1909. Some businessmen decided the land was too close to town and should be developed, so they built a new cemetery further away from downtown, and arranged to get ownership of the land. They claimed the bodies were all moved, but since the 1940s a dozen have been found. My guess, perhaps 10 percent of the burials were actually dug up, and it is probable that only the skull and the larger bones were removed. I told my friend that his property probably had many burials (it is in the Catholic section, which had about 4,500). Last week a sinkhole opened up and when he poked a shovel in, he hit a coffin and some bones.
Lucky for him, it was actually in the city right-of-way, and he wasn't lagally responsible for their removal (they had to be moved because the right-of-way is where all utilities are placed). I went out with two other archaeologists and excavated the burial. It was a 3-or-4-year-old child, in a shouldered coffin (the kind that is wider at the shoulders). The coffin was decorated with diamond-shaped brass appliques, with a crucifix and lamb applique on the front (lambs symbolize children), zinc carrying handles, and a cross-shaped handle to lift the lid up and some rusted iron items that are probably hinges. The child was wearing a dress that was buttoned up the back, and a bundle of clothes were next to the feet (the buttons of which were all that was left)- perhaps the clothing of the child, or perhaps something added to kept the body from sliding down to that end of the coffin when it was being moved.
We finished around 1 PM and as I was cleaning the last remnants of the coffin wood up I noticed the ground was soft, so I removed some more dirt and another skull appeared below. On Monday we will remove that burial.
After we examine the remains and artifacts the two burials will be reburied in the local Catholic cemetery in a special vault with other remains found by archaeologists.
This isn't a typical work day for me.
An acquaintance of mine lives in that neighborhood, which was the cemetery for Tucson between 1875 and 1909. Some businessmen decided the land was too close to town and should be developed, so they built a new cemetery further away from downtown, and arranged to get ownership of the land. They claimed the bodies were all moved, but since the 1940s a dozen have been found. My guess, perhaps 10 percent of the burials were actually dug up, and it is probable that only the skull and the larger bones were removed. I told my friend that his property probably had many burials (it is in the Catholic section, which had about 4,500). Last week a sinkhole opened up and when he poked a shovel in, he hit a coffin and some bones.
Lucky for him, it was actually in the city right-of-way, and he wasn't lagally responsible for their removal (they had to be moved because the right-of-way is where all utilities are placed). I went out with two other archaeologists and excavated the burial. It was a 3-or-4-year-old child, in a shouldered coffin (the kind that is wider at the shoulders). The coffin was decorated with diamond-shaped brass appliques, with a crucifix and lamb applique on the front (lambs symbolize children), zinc carrying handles, and a cross-shaped handle to lift the lid up and some rusted iron items that are probably hinges. The child was wearing a dress that was buttoned up the back, and a bundle of clothes were next to the feet (the buttons of which were all that was left)- perhaps the clothing of the child, or perhaps something added to kept the body from sliding down to that end of the coffin when it was being moved.
We finished around 1 PM and as I was cleaning the last remnants of the coffin wood up I noticed the ground was soft, so I removed some more dirt and another skull appeared below. On Monday we will remove that burial.
After we examine the remains and artifacts the two burials will be reburied in the local Catholic cemetery in a special vault with other remains found by archaeologists.
This isn't a typical work day for me.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Post 1400. Mummy is coming November 3rd for two months. I went shopping for a chair for her today- the one she liked to sit on broke when a certain bestfriend sat on it. Four furniture stores- ohmigod did people just puke on the upholstery and slap it on? What's up with five different fabrics on one chair? I purchased a Mission style dining room chair with arms- something that will be easy for Mummy to get in and out of. Of course I spent more than I wanted, but only the best for my mother.
Picture tomorrow (it is still at the store).
I'm trying to eat more vegetables. Tonight Mexican squash. Salads for lunch. I get so hungry in between meals. Someone should just taser me when I walk towards the cookie drawer at work.
Going to Vancouver at the end of the month, I'll be in the city for I think three days. Maybe I'll have lunch with one of my regular readers, Art?
Picture tomorrow (it is still at the store).
I'm trying to eat more vegetables. Tonight Mexican squash. Salads for lunch. I get so hungry in between meals. Someone should just taser me when I walk towards the cookie drawer at work.
Going to Vancouver at the end of the month, I'll be in the city for I think three days. Maybe I'll have lunch with one of my regular readers, Art?
Trader Joe's is selling miniature pumpkins- about seven or eight inches tall. So I bought one and made a pumpkin pie last night.
Sliced pumpkin, waiting to roast.
It came out alright, despite the fact I had run out of cinnamon and the brown sugar was rock hard.
I used a store bought crust, though.
This is the first time I made a pumpkin pie from a real pumpkin. It tastes very good- I had it for breakfast.
I really need to force myself to learn how to make pie crust. Part of the reason I dread doing so is my small kitchen- I have to roll the dough on my table and I end up with a mess of flour everywhere. If I ever sell my house my next kitchen will be huge, have a dishwasher, and a nice counter space to do things on.
Sliced pumpkin, waiting to roast.
It came out alright, despite the fact I had run out of cinnamon and the brown sugar was rock hard.
I used a store bought crust, though.
This is the first time I made a pumpkin pie from a real pumpkin. It tastes very good- I had it for breakfast.
I really need to force myself to learn how to make pie crust. Part of the reason I dread doing so is my small kitchen- I have to roll the dough on my table and I end up with a mess of flour everywhere. If I ever sell my house my next kitchen will be huge, have a dishwasher, and a nice counter space to do things on.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Fruity. I had the most excellent peach pie ever on Sunday night. I think my next culinary exercise will be a fruit pie.
What kind should I make?
What kind should I make?
Monday, October 08, 2007
So the weather is really nice and sitting inside is driving me crazy.
Click on me!
A coyote walked by the window at work and stared at me. I'm sure it was busy thinking about how dumb the humans are for being inside on a perfectly lovely Monday. Luckily, I should be out one day this week digging up something interesting.
Click on me!
A coyote walked by the window at work and stared at me. I'm sure it was busy thinking about how dumb the humans are for being inside on a perfectly lovely Monday. Luckily, I should be out one day this week digging up something interesting.
Sunday, October 07, 2007
So far today:
- I took some chocolates to my friend Karen
- I bought three shirts at J.C. Penneys
- I bought a striped rug for my living room, it makes the room much brighter
- the neighbor's six-or-seven-year-old girl was playing outside with an oversized devil's trident and as I waved at her she flipped me off
- I took some chocolates to my friend Karen
- I bought three shirts at J.C. Penneys
- I bought a striped rug for my living room, it makes the room much brighter
- the neighbor's six-or-seven-year-old girl was playing outside with an oversized devil's trident and as I waved at her she flipped me off
Friday, October 05, 2007
I may be wrong, but apparently I am racist, sexist, and classist for using the phrase "well-to-do white men." This was a surprise to me.
Last time I checked, "well-to-do white men" were still running most of the country. I'll use an outdated CNN story from 2003 to point out that at that time 40 of the 100 US senators were millionaires, somewhere between 35 to 37 of whom were white males. Times are changing, thankfully. Today, in 2007, there are 16 women, 2 Asian-American males, 2 Hispanic males, and 1 African-American male in the Senate. And 79 white men.
There are also currently 8 women CEOs of Fortune 500 companies. And 492 men. In 2006, four of those men were African-American. I didn't bother to check the number of other minority males, but I assume that many if not most of those 488 men are white.
The top echelon of political and business leaders in our country are mostly rich, white men. I admit not knowing the financial status of certain political commentators, and perhaps it was in poor taste to deem them "well-to-do." I am deeply flawed in this regard.
Last time I checked poor and middle-class people had very little power in this country. Less power in recent days because a certain unnamed political party, the leading politicians of which repeatedly refuse to attend minority-sponsored debates or meetings, have also developed elaborate methods for kicking poor and/or minority voters off of voter rolls in places like Florida and Ohio. This, of course, has influenced elections and helped maintain the status quo for certain people, mostly rich white men.
Am I racist? I was taught by my mother to view people as individuals. I have never discriminated against anyone based on their skin color, as least as far as I can tell. Pointing out that white people have more decision-making power than people-of-color is not a racist notion.
Am I sexist? Pointing out the unfortunate, that men have more political power than women is not a sexist action.
Am I classist? Yes, I will admit to a suspicion of wealthy individuals. I grew up in a relatively poor household. We were never hungry, but there was no money for luxuries, you know, those little things like visits to the doctor or the dentist.
I knew we were poor but I didn't know how poor until I went away to college with my one pair of shoes and a single suitcase. What an eye-opener to meet other students and learn about their lifestyles, so different from my own! I remember being told by someone (a well-to-do white male) that I didn't deserve to be attending the University of Michigan because I was there on financial aid. A few other, similar incidents tainted my impressions of rich people. I know I should just get over this and not judge people based upon their wealth. But wealthy people do have a lot of power in this country, and they have often used that power to make life more difficult to those who don't meet their criteria of what a good person is. Currently, that criteria excludes gays/lesbians/bisexuals and especially those darned transgenders.
This is, of course, a generalization. There are many fine wealthy people who would not dream of discriminating against others. It's too bad that there are also a lot of wealthy people who dream of discriminating against others.
What an endless ramble of thoughts! But I guess being called anything-ist disturbs me, because I try to be a good person, as much as I can. I try to do everything I can to make sure that everyone has the chance to live a good life.
I'll state this again, excluding transgender people from civil rights legislation that includes other sexual minorities is wrong. Nothing I have read, including the "tiny steps for now" and "transvestites were there at Stonewall, not transgender!" arguments have changed my mind.
Last time I checked, "well-to-do white men" were still running most of the country. I'll use an outdated CNN story from 2003 to point out that at that time 40 of the 100 US senators were millionaires, somewhere between 35 to 37 of whom were white males. Times are changing, thankfully. Today, in 2007, there are 16 women, 2 Asian-American males, 2 Hispanic males, and 1 African-American male in the Senate. And 79 white men.
There are also currently 8 women CEOs of Fortune 500 companies. And 492 men. In 2006, four of those men were African-American. I didn't bother to check the number of other minority males, but I assume that many if not most of those 488 men are white.
The top echelon of political and business leaders in our country are mostly rich, white men. I admit not knowing the financial status of certain political commentators, and perhaps it was in poor taste to deem them "well-to-do." I am deeply flawed in this regard.
Last time I checked poor and middle-class people had very little power in this country. Less power in recent days because a certain unnamed political party, the leading politicians of which repeatedly refuse to attend minority-sponsored debates or meetings, have also developed elaborate methods for kicking poor and/or minority voters off of voter rolls in places like Florida and Ohio. This, of course, has influenced elections and helped maintain the status quo for certain people, mostly rich white men.
Am I racist? I was taught by my mother to view people as individuals. I have never discriminated against anyone based on their skin color, as least as far as I can tell. Pointing out that white people have more decision-making power than people-of-color is not a racist notion.
Am I sexist? Pointing out the unfortunate, that men have more political power than women is not a sexist action.
Am I classist? Yes, I will admit to a suspicion of wealthy individuals. I grew up in a relatively poor household. We were never hungry, but there was no money for luxuries, you know, those little things like visits to the doctor or the dentist.
I knew we were poor but I didn't know how poor until I went away to college with my one pair of shoes and a single suitcase. What an eye-opener to meet other students and learn about their lifestyles, so different from my own! I remember being told by someone (a well-to-do white male) that I didn't deserve to be attending the University of Michigan because I was there on financial aid. A few other, similar incidents tainted my impressions of rich people. I know I should just get over this and not judge people based upon their wealth. But wealthy people do have a lot of power in this country, and they have often used that power to make life more difficult to those who don't meet their criteria of what a good person is. Currently, that criteria excludes gays/lesbians/bisexuals and especially those darned transgenders.
This is, of course, a generalization. There are many fine wealthy people who would not dream of discriminating against others. It's too bad that there are also a lot of wealthy people who dream of discriminating against others.
What an endless ramble of thoughts! But I guess being called anything-ist disturbs me, because I try to be a good person, as much as I can. I try to do everything I can to make sure that everyone has the chance to live a good life.
I'll state this again, excluding transgender people from civil rights legislation that includes other sexual minorities is wrong. Nothing I have read, including the "tiny steps for now" and "transvestites were there at Stonewall, not transgender!" arguments have changed my mind.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
At work today:
- computer issues continue, but at least I can use the printer.
- one of the computer guys isn't here because he got bit (twice!) by a rattlesnake last night.
- I've seen a pair of Arizona woodpeckers, some sort of yellow finch, butterflies, and little lizards outside my window so far this morning. The cottontails sit out there in the afternoon.
- I wore gender appropriate clothing to work.
- only 5.5 hours till I can go home.
- computer issues continue, but at least I can use the printer.
- one of the computer guys isn't here because he got bit (twice!) by a rattlesnake last night.
- I've seen a pair of Arizona woodpeckers, some sort of yellow finch, butterflies, and little lizards outside my window so far this morning. The cottontails sit out there in the afternoon.
- I wore gender appropriate clothing to work.
- only 5.5 hours till I can go home.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Sometimes I am embarrassed by the loud-mouthed gays who claim to be our leaders. John Aravosis is one example. Today he wrote an opinion piece basically stating that transgender people should not be included in the ENDA legislation that is winding its way through Congress to meet up with ClusterFuck's veto pen. Let me channel John:
"I don't understand transgender folks. I don't want to sit next to them on the bus. They should have their own bus, even though we are going on the same way and people watching us often confuse us. Who let them on the bus anyways? They should get off the bus and shut the fuck up. If you disagree with me you are an insolent asshole. Because no one should ever question me. I used to work in Congress so I know better than you. Especially better than transgender people. None of whom I have ever had a conversation with. Who I can not emphasize with. Since they only recently got on the bus, they should be the first ones thrown off to make the politicians happy. They will really love us if we hate the transgender bus riders as much as they do."
Andrew Sullivan apparently agrees with Aravosis.
Does this surprise me? No, not really. Couple of well-to-do white men. Enough said there.
People who discriminate against gays/lesbians/bisexuals are not going to differentiate between this group and transgender folks. Excluding them from civil rights protections just makes them THE MOST HATED group. You see, G/L/B are awful folks, really, but they aren't as bad as those Ts.
Which is precisely why transexual people, as a sexual minority, should be included.
"I don't understand transgender folks. I don't want to sit next to them on the bus. They should have their own bus, even though we are going on the same way and people watching us often confuse us. Who let them on the bus anyways? They should get off the bus and shut the fuck up. If you disagree with me you are an insolent asshole. Because no one should ever question me. I used to work in Congress so I know better than you. Especially better than transgender people. None of whom I have ever had a conversation with. Who I can not emphasize with. Since they only recently got on the bus, they should be the first ones thrown off to make the politicians happy. They will really love us if we hate the transgender bus riders as much as they do."
Andrew Sullivan apparently agrees with Aravosis.
Does this surprise me? No, not really. Couple of well-to-do white men. Enough said there.
People who discriminate against gays/lesbians/bisexuals are not going to differentiate between this group and transgender folks. Excluding them from civil rights protections just makes them THE MOST HATED group. You see, G/L/B are awful folks, really, but they aren't as bad as those Ts.
Which is precisely why transexual people, as a sexual minority, should be included.
Monday, October 01, 2007
The view from my window at work. I finished a couple of reports today, and felt productive.
Embalming fluid bottles.
Out in the exterior walkway a dazed lizard, who had been trapped in our library for a week, ran around.
Collared lizard.
I bent down and picked it up, planning to move it to a better place. On the way there Beth wanted to see it and it promptly grabbed her finger with its mouth. And wouldn't let go. Apparently it pinched.
Click to make a bigger lizard.
I see a lot of wildlife out my window at work- cottontail rabbits, ground squirrels, lizards, mourning doves, hawks, and the occasional coyote. The nearby Rillito creekbed serves as a wildlife corridor- even with the increased development I expect I'll still see animals.
Embalming fluid bottles.
Out in the exterior walkway a dazed lizard, who had been trapped in our library for a week, ran around.
Collared lizard.
I bent down and picked it up, planning to move it to a better place. On the way there Beth wanted to see it and it promptly grabbed her finger with its mouth. And wouldn't let go. Apparently it pinched.
Click to make a bigger lizard.
I see a lot of wildlife out my window at work- cottontail rabbits, ground squirrels, lizards, mourning doves, hawks, and the occasional coyote. The nearby Rillito creekbed serves as a wildlife corridor- even with the increased development I expect I'll still see animals.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Brian came down from his ghetto hood in Phoenix and we went to The Grill where I had the usual (spinach ravioli in pink herbed sauce and a salad with thousand island dressing). It was delicious and I only ate one of Brian's tater tots.
Afterwards we went to the Josh Rouse concert at Club Congress. He has a lovely voice and seemed to be enjoying singing in Tucson.
I did all my chores (include mopping!) yesterday so this morning I went over to Patrick & Brady's to feed Kitty Catt and then settled down to watch a little telly. I got sucked into Top Chef and was strangely enamored with mohawked Dale, who could be my Top Chef any time he wanted, as long as he made me vegetarian meals.
Afterwards we went to the Josh Rouse concert at Club Congress. He has a lovely voice and seemed to be enjoying singing in Tucson.
I did all my chores (include mopping!) yesterday so this morning I went over to Patrick & Brady's to feed Kitty Catt and then settled down to watch a little telly. I got sucked into Top Chef and was strangely enamored with mohawked Dale, who could be my Top Chef any time he wanted, as long as he made me vegetarian meals.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Attention conservative politicians and religious extremists. Among the disgusting, perverted things I have done in the last 24 hours:
- mopped the floors
- installed new toilet float
- gave a site tour to a City councilwoman
- watched Dr. Who on Brady's enormous 42-inch-wide telly
- cleaned up Mollie's accidental mess in the living room (this was the disgusting thing)
- considered giving money to Barack Obama (that's the perverted thing)
- planned a trip to the craft store
I know, I know. Many people would think that I spend all of my spare time tapping toes or sending nasty messages to teenagers, but really, that only happens if you are a Republican.
- mopped the floors
- installed new toilet float
- gave a site tour to a City councilwoman
- watched Dr. Who on Brady's enormous 42-inch-wide telly
- cleaned up Mollie's accidental mess in the living room (this was the disgusting thing)
- considered giving money to Barack Obama (that's the perverted thing)
- planned a trip to the craft store
I know, I know. Many people would think that I spend all of my spare time tapping toes or sending nasty messages to teenagers, but really, that only happens if you are a Republican.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Things I like about Tucson:
- the weather. I don't really mind the super hot days (I think that is because I grew up in northern Michigan).
- the relaxed attitude toward clothing. No one cares that I wear sandals and socks- at the same time!
- my house, which I purchased for $85.5 k in 1999. It could use some upgrades (I hate my bathroom) but will be paid off in 10 years.
- my friends.
- my job.
- the fact that the desert is only about 750 ft from my front door.
- the weather. I don't really mind the super hot days (I think that is because I grew up in northern Michigan).
- the relaxed attitude toward clothing. No one cares that I wear sandals and socks- at the same time!
- my house, which I purchased for $85.5 k in 1999. It could use some upgrades (I hate my bathroom) but will be paid off in 10 years.
- my friends.
- my job.
- the fact that the desert is only about 750 ft from my front door.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
I don't usually put pictures of shit on my blog. But look, there's Mr. Frowning Pile-o-Shit in the picture below, otherwise known as General Peter Pace.
Nasty person, inside and out.
We are at war! So we are supposed to be all patriotic and say only nice things about the military. It's too bad that General Pace can't stop saying nasty things about soldiers who happen to be gay or lesbian: "Are there wonderful Americans who happen to be homosexual serving in the military? Yes. We need to be very precise then, about what I said wearing my stars and being very conscious of it. And that is, very simply, that we should respect those who want to serve the nation but not through the law of the land, condone activity that, in my upbringing, is counter to God's law."
So let me be unpatriotic and note that the United States military has killed thousands of innocent men, women, and children in Iraq since 2003. Many thousands. Sometimes on purpose ("Let's bomb that restaurant because Saddam might be inside!"), sometimes sorta on purpose ("Let's shoot at a bunch of children in Haditha to avenge the death of a fellow soldier!" and sometimes by accident ("Oops!).
Isn't killing people a major no-no for Christians? As I recall, noting that I've never actually read the entire Bible because basically I'm not into fairy tales and myths, the sixth Commandment is something like "Thou shall not kill/murder/shoot carloads of children/ etc, etc."
It must be really nice to feel so fucking morally superior to other people. But then shit is always unpleasant stuff and its much nicer when you can't see or smell it.
Nasty person, inside and out.
We are at war! So we are supposed to be all patriotic and say only nice things about the military. It's too bad that General Pace can't stop saying nasty things about soldiers who happen to be gay or lesbian: "Are there wonderful Americans who happen to be homosexual serving in the military? Yes. We need to be very precise then, about what I said wearing my stars and being very conscious of it. And that is, very simply, that we should respect those who want to serve the nation but not through the law of the land, condone activity that, in my upbringing, is counter to God's law."
So let me be unpatriotic and note that the United States military has killed thousands of innocent men, women, and children in Iraq since 2003. Many thousands. Sometimes on purpose ("Let's bomb that restaurant because Saddam might be inside!"), sometimes sorta on purpose ("Let's shoot at a bunch of children in Haditha to avenge the death of a fellow soldier!" and sometimes by accident ("Oops!).
Isn't killing people a major no-no for Christians? As I recall, noting that I've never actually read the entire Bible because basically I'm not into fairy tales and myths, the sixth Commandment is something like "Thou shall not kill/murder/shoot carloads of children/ etc, etc."
It must be really nice to feel so fucking morally superior to other people. But then shit is always unpleasant stuff and its much nicer when you can't see or smell it.
Annoying things about Tucson:
- road construction everywhere. It takes me an extra 15 minutes to drive the 7.5 miles home from work in the afternoon.
- lack of direct flights. To get to most places you have to switch planes at some other airport. This makes flying anywhere a full day event.
- fall weather makes me stir crazy. And by this time my vacation time is mostly gone.
- don't get me started on the possibility of finding a bf!
- road construction everywhere. It takes me an extra 15 minutes to drive the 7.5 miles home from work in the afternoon.
- lack of direct flights. To get to most places you have to switch planes at some other airport. This makes flying anywhere a full day event.
- fall weather makes me stir crazy. And by this time my vacation time is mostly gone.
- don't get me started on the possibility of finding a bf!
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Fall. Arrived this week, so sudden I had forgotten what it was like to feel "cold."
Scruffy.
Makes me want to lie in bed and look out the French doors and listen to the birds chatting. But instead I go to work and struggle with the computer and wonder why the computer guy doesn't come by and fix it. But that is a question involving faith and mystery and those can never be answered to anybody's satisfaction.
Scruffy.
Makes me want to lie in bed and look out the French doors and listen to the birds chatting. But instead I go to work and struggle with the computer and wonder why the computer guy doesn't come by and fix it. But that is a question involving faith and mystery and those can never be answered to anybody's satisfaction.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Things I didn't know, part 1: "Cupcakes are portable, cute and relatively inexpensive. They are also “feminine and girlie,” Ms. Kramer Bussel said, so the majority of cupcake bakers and fans are women." So sayeth the New York Times.
Ms. Kramer Bussel didn't attend my birthday cupcake party last week (wasn't invited, I'm guessing). She is all jealous or something, and decided to say spiteful things. I am not a woman (not that there is anything wrong with being a woman!) and yet I love me some cupcakes with frosting mounded on top. I like peeling the paper away (don't care for the more manly aluminum, that stuff is nasty if you get some in your mouth) and cramming as much of the cupcake in my mouth as possible. With my current bushy beard, that tends to make a terrible, yet masculine mess.
I remember taking cupcakes to kintergarden for my 6th birthday. My mother had put little plastic animals on each and I picked the one with the llama. Since Pamela wasn't there, I got a second cupcake (the one with the tiger). I can still see those plastic animals in my head. I wish I still had them.
Ms. Kramer Bussel didn't attend my birthday cupcake party last week (wasn't invited, I'm guessing). She is all jealous or something, and decided to say spiteful things. I am not a woman (not that there is anything wrong with being a woman!) and yet I love me some cupcakes with frosting mounded on top. I like peeling the paper away (don't care for the more manly aluminum, that stuff is nasty if you get some in your mouth) and cramming as much of the cupcake in my mouth as possible. With my current bushy beard, that tends to make a terrible, yet masculine mess.
I remember taking cupcakes to kintergarden for my 6th birthday. My mother had put little plastic animals on each and I picked the one with the llama. Since Pamela wasn't there, I got a second cupcake (the one with the tiger). I can still see those plastic animals in my head. I wish I still had them.
Friday, September 21, 2007
I'm going to have a craft party sometime in the next few weeks. Because I can! You know, it's all about creating good self esteem. Lots of praise and finding good in other people. And in the end, when the guests leave with their creations, something to remember the event by.
So anyways, I think I'll have a "Make your own sandwich" spread and a selection of chips- you know, the fancy ones at Trader Joe's made from panda breasts and artichoke hearts. Finger food type things.
Problem: what sort of dessert should I make???? Cake is messy to eat, so is pie. Cookies don't seem like a real dessert. Suggestions for a dessert that you can pick up and eat with your fingers???
So anyways, I think I'll have a "Make your own sandwich" spread and a selection of chips- you know, the fancy ones at Trader Joe's made from panda breasts and artichoke hearts. Finger food type things.
Problem: what sort of dessert should I make???? Cake is messy to eat, so is pie. Cookies don't seem like a real dessert. Suggestions for a dessert that you can pick up and eat with your fingers???
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Panda picture groupie!
A red panda at the Chengdu Research Base Of Giant Panda Breeding on September 19, 2007 in Chengdu, China (photo by Paul Gilham).
Better watch out, they'll Eat Your Face!
I hope Miranda didn't get killed by vicious pandas! I noticed that her blog was deleted and I'm really fearful for her safety!!!
A red panda at the Chengdu Research Base Of Giant Panda Breeding on September 19, 2007 in Chengdu, China (photo by Paul Gilham).
Better watch out, they'll Eat Your Face!
I hope Miranda didn't get killed by vicious pandas! I noticed that her blog was deleted and I'm really fearful for her safety!!!
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
So 14 months or so until the election and I'm already so over it. I wonder whether Karl Rove is hunkered down in his bunker thinking of nasty things to say about the Democrats.
Speaking of comments, I rarely edit them. In the past I have removed racist or body fascist comments. I've edited comments to remove my last name since I'd rather people Googling me find my archaeological or genealogical materials first. You get 1,430 hits when you Google my name in quotes. When you just Google "Homer" I'm number 15. That's almost worth an exclamation point. !
I've removed a picture from my blog at the request of the person in the picture (he didn't want a shirtless pic of himself floating around the net). I removed a picture and text about a religious shrine, at the request of a friend who thought I didn't understand the solemnity of the shrine (I admit, I didn't).
I recently did not remove a post when someone asked me to, because the reasons they provided were untruthful, thereby proving the point I was making.
I don't make a big practice of editing or removing comments, but once in a great while it is necessary. I also do not restrict who comments, although I did ban someone once who made a threatening statement towards me.
This dull as dirt post is made possible by the chocolate cupcake I just ate.
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Speaking of comments, I rarely edit them. In the past I have removed racist or body fascist comments. I've edited comments to remove my last name since I'd rather people Googling me find my archaeological or genealogical materials first. You get 1,430 hits when you Google my name in quotes. When you just Google "Homer" I'm number 15. That's almost worth an exclamation point. !
I've removed a picture from my blog at the request of the person in the picture (he didn't want a shirtless pic of himself floating around the net). I removed a picture and text about a religious shrine, at the request of a friend who thought I didn't understand the solemnity of the shrine (I admit, I didn't).
I recently did not remove a post when someone asked me to, because the reasons they provided were untruthful, thereby proving the point I was making.
I don't make a big practice of editing or removing comments, but once in a great while it is necessary. I also do not restrict who comments, although I did ban someone once who made a threatening statement towards me.
This dull as dirt post is made possible by the chocolate cupcake I just ate.
