Beer Happy

Let's talk a little bit about my day yesterday.
First, I was alerted to the fact that I had another poem accepted, this time in Pearl, which is pretty rad.
Now, as I noted in my myspace blog, this means I get a treat, usually a nice dinner and a shopping expedition of some type. So, since I'd finished up some Hamburger Helper yesterday afternoon, last night seemed like the logical time for special dinner. I was a little up in the air; I thought perhaps Poco Piatti carryout, but I'd been meaning to try South Side 6 for a while, because I do love gyros. My laziness won, and so did South Side 6. I checked out their menu online and also noted that they say they have a lot of imported beers. So I thought, why not? Stimmel's hasn't been able to get Blackthorn Dry Cider in yet, despite their regular supply of Lambic. I thought I'd look, and if not, see if they had a bottle of something else delicious to have with dinner.
And would you believe that, as I was scanning the shelves, noting that they also have my Lambic, there it was! Blackthorn, right there on the end.
I scooped up three bottles, bought a gyro and some rice pudding (I was going to get two gyros with the Thursday special, but it turns out those things are massive, so I'm glad I didn't), and couldn't supress my glee at the register as I bounced around at the finding of my London find. See, that's what I had that night I was starving and ate at a pub. It was so refreshing, and I was really hoping I could get it in America. And now I can! Woot!
Dinner was great. I made some feta-tomato-olive salad to eat with some pita chips I had, ate half a gyro and some rice pudding, and saved the rest for my post-run dinner tonight.
I also finished my dupioni skirt, while I was at it. It's pretty :) The hem sucks, but I think if I press it properly you won't be able to tell from outside.
I'm a little conflicted now, because I will need to patronize both Stimmel's and South Side 6 to support local businesses that have alcohol I enjoy. But it was also pretty awesome to just see what I'd been searching for right there on the shelf.

And then it stormed.

In other news, I am still working fo' reals on my poetry manuscript, and I am anxiously awaiting a book of essays all about putting such a thing in order. I see that the library has received the Ohiolink stuff, but I have to wait for an email. I half want to go over there and just make them dig through everything to gimme my book! (Did I mention that I actually said "gimme gimme gimme" to the mailman when he brought me my book? Because I did. Out loud.)

If you're a channel flipper like me, and you pause frequently in the general arena of the Discovery Channel, then you may be familiar with a little show called How It's Made. I landed there this afternoon, and boy, I was not disappointed, because I enjoyed a five-minute lesson on how sanitary pads are made.
Yes, an even, engaging male voice informed me that they were invented as a result of World War I, and that the cellulose and something else I can't remember are mixed and molded into pads of different shapes, thicknesses, and sizes depending on the rate of menstrual flow. I watched the machines at work in total fascination, and then that blessed man informed me that to put on the pad, one has to remove the adhesive tabs from the back of the pad, and from the sides, which are called "wings."
All humor aside, I was pretty fascinated by the machines that do this essential work...so many parts. It reminded me of Edward Scissorhands' house, or the make-breakfast machine in Pee Wee's Big Adventure. Whoever designed that machine, I hope he or she gets drinks bought for him or her on a regular basis.

I had to laugh as, one by one, each of my heavily reading, fellow Potter fans emerged blurry-eyed and content but exhausted from their days in seclusion. How do I know? Because each of us wrote essentially the exact same thing on our blogs, in different ways. I was the only one who brought up Muggle-Repelling, though.

In other news, I got some more prints of my niece and am enjoying putting together a little brag book! Finding photo pages is proving difficult, so I'm using a cute little album I bought, very simple, for the time being. The kid is cute, believe me.

Finite Incantatum

The Muggle-Repelling charms I cast over myself through the weekend are officially lifted as of 11:30 this morning. I'm still a little far inside my own little world right now, as I usually get when I read nonstop for ages, but it is safe to speak to me again. I might not be able to see you though, my eyes being what they are just now, which is tired.

On Your Mark...Get Set...

It's almost time! The laundry is done and will be folded and put away tonight. Potato salad will be made. Dishes will be washed. Cherries will be washed and chilled in the fridge. Self will be jogged and washed super-clean. House will be tidy...okay, maybe not that last one.
I will be up as early as possible for me and staring out the screen door, watching for Mr. UPS. Come to me, O fateful book!

HP 5 for the first time

Carrie has given an accurate rundown of our eventful trip to see HP 5, so I won't rehash it here. Suffice it to say that I need to see the movie again in less distracting conditions.
There were specific things that jumped out at me that I either liked or disliked, which is normal, but I couldn't really get an overall impression of how much I liked the adaption. Obviously, I liked it, but I don't know where it stands on the overall schema of HP films. As in, I will buy the DVD, but I am not sure how often I will watch it in comparision to others yet.
Some impressions: They put in my absolute favorite part of dialogue from the book, which is the "emotional range of a teaspoon" part, and there were a few sets that absolutely perfectly lived up to my vision, while others were different but pleasantly surprising.
I'm not sure I enjoyed the representation of Grimmauld Place...does anyone else have that problem? I know that they wanted to make it claustrophobic, but even so I was expecting something more psychological, and still a mansion. The Family Tree rocked, though.
I am unsure about the physical representation of Grawp. Also, I felt that Umbridge's role took over the movie too much. It became too much about her rather than about the power struggle and the tension. I recognize that subtlety isn't always possible in a film, of course, but I would have rather seen it be a bit slicker, particularly in regard to her interaction with the staff. Her character itself, though, was very well represented by Staunton, as was her office and everything that goes on there. She was just in too many scenes by herself, or taking over them too much, even considering her growing influence. Just too blunt.
On a more positive note, how much do I love Ginny's character? I love that she has become this small but fierce, creative and destructive force. I thought her role was nicely balanced. I loved seeing the DA in action, and even though he's mean, Filch and Mrs. Norris always bring a smile to my face. Especially when he's sneaky-walking (which reminds me--I thought of that during the film, and then had a dream about sneaky-walking, which is a Bob Fosse dance thing that I happen to do well).
Regarding the duel: Loved the coordination of it, hated when they were sort of flying around in smoke form. What was that? To me, that spells effects cop-out. I liked it much better when you could see the characters battling it out, which was far more impressive.
Did anyone else notice how much Percy Weasley looks like a gangster? Was that intentional?
Also, did anyone else's heart sort of melt when Fred and George were trying to comfort that kid? I heart them.
I will also note that, having recently been to London, I got an extra big kick out of seeing it in the film. I was IN that Underground station, for goodness sake.
So, that's it. As you can see, I have some things to puzzle over and re-view, literally, but I was able to gather up a number of good impressions as well.
And now, the re-reading of HP 6 continues as I prepare for zero hour. Tomorrow, Meijer for stocking the house, Friday, the preparation of food and mild cleaning. Saturday, it's on.

Has anyone had this happen?: Normal-seeming mosquito bites, but then they turn very dark red, and look exactly like a strawberry birthmark? I can't figure it out...usually I get plain or pink welts in Michigan and small red bumps in Ohio, but these just seem weird.

It's a beautiful day out, but I am not having a very good day. How can this be?

More Culinary Adventures/Fireworks/Smores/Quilting/HP

So, I have some eggs, and for once I'd like to use all my eggs before the date stamped on the carton. I start looking for recipes that are egg related in a cookbook that my aunt gave me, which has some rather fancy dishes in it. I'm thinking about terrines, but then I find this recipe for leek, chicory, and nut pancakes.
I have no leeks, nor chicory. But I do have some summer squash and zucchini I'd frozen, half a bag of frozen pepper stir fry, and some leek and morel cheese. Doesn't that sound good?
So I made the pancakes, which were actually more like crepes, except they had corn meal in with the flour and chili powder, and I also added a couple shakes of cinnamon just to be a little crazy. I'm a pretty decent crepe maker for a total amateur. I flip when I can, and while they occasionally get overbrowned, they also taste good. While this was going on I sauteed the vegetables and cubed the cheese, as instructed--because even though I'm completely changing a recipe, I still like to do what it says. And when the pancakes have cooled and softened, I put some of the veggies and cheese on each one, folded it, put it in a baking dish, then threw it all in the oven for fifteen minutes at 400.
Result? Awesome. I'm telling you, it was good. I ate a little too much, to be honest, but since I was about to walk to the fireworks, it really didn't matter.
I had four leftover pancakes, and last night I slathered them in butter and cinnamon sugar, chopped up some frozen peaches, and did my best to whip up some cream (it really didn't work), assembled it all, and ate half for dessert. These pancakes, you see, work both as a savory dish and as a "pudding" as the Brits would call it.
It was awesome.

So, this year I went to the fireworks. It's the first time I actually went further than a parking lot a few blocks away since I have been here. In fact, I went all the way to the hill outside the rec center and sat there, in the grass, smiling and laughing like a little kid. They were pretty neat, and it helped that I was far enough away that they weren't right over me, but close enough so I could see everything. Special favorites included the golden fountainy one, the one that looked like pistils shooting out of a flower, and everyone's favorite, the huge one that looked like it was disappearing and then came back as millions of gold dots. There were also a few that weren't splashy to look at, but that were obviously incredibly well timed. There's a lot of artistry to firework creation, and I had plenty of time to reflect on that.

After that, I got a call from Carrie, and headed over to enjoy sparklers, S'mores, and their awesome firepit. How relaxing is that?

Today, I finished the quilt I've been working on and handed it off to the dry cleaner (fingers crossed, as always), so now I'm free....FREE!...to work on my skirt if I want. My poofy, pretty, blush-colored Dupioni skirt. Or, take a night off. Whatever.

As Carrie notes, the HP countdown continues. I'm now reading HP 6 in preparation for book 7 to arrive on my doorstep (oh my gosh! what if it rains that day! aaaah!) but I can't wait until the movie next week, either. I've been thinking a lot about these two things, and I'm quietly slavering for both. I have purposely avoided almost all articles about movie 5 and book 7. It's a slow start to my temporary drop off the planet.
The preparation begins.

Pictures...I got pictures...I got stacks and stacks of pictures.
268 of them, to be exact, all the best of one and a half years of digital camera ownership, plus some extras from friends.
And because Meijer was having a sale, they were 10 cents each.
Woot!
Now...albums. I want to try to make some using some of my favorite fabric remnants as covers. Because I don't have enough projects to do!
Yippee!

The first of the "pantheon" gets married

On Saturday I trekked out to Chicago for the wedding of one of my dear college friends, a woman of strong will, brains, and achievement, from whom I learned a lot about respect for myself and disregarding what others think of me, even if I couldn't always apply these lessons. She looked amazing in a silky, creamy gown, with a long chiffon "veil" worn across the back of her head. The service was conducted by a Father and a Rabbi, which sounds like the beginning of a joke, perhaps more so when you learn that their names were Michaels Michelini and Sternfield respectively. They told a few jokes, actually, and the whole service was lighthearted. I sat with another one of our small group, Holly, both of us on our own, which seemed best because we so often were in college. We reminisced big time and snuck jokes back and forth. We "represented," if you will.
Did I mention the wedding was in the gigantic Rockefeller Chapel on the campus of U of Chicago?
After the service, Holly and I went to the Oriental Museum and a coffee shop, and we wrote out a little joint card with an extra memento for the bride, then arrived at the buffet reception. We sat next to another of Lis's MSU friends, whose name we recognized, and we all chatted through dinner and cake. Highlights of the reception included watching Lis and Phil in the traditional chair dance (Horah?) and hearing that, if we wanted, we could have cake cut in any shape we wanted. We chose rectangle.
Long about 8:30, Chicago time, I decided I was ready to go. It was a good party, and the dancing was going on, but I felt satisfied with the day, and I wanted to drive back home. I said goodbye to Lis and parted from Holly, and off I went. It was a nice drive, and I even got to see a firework. I got back around 1:30 Ohio time.

Through all of this, I got lots of chances to think about those years in college and some of our gatherings since. So much happened--we were living all on the same singles dorm floor, and I was so grateful for these girls because we all had our eccentricities and we were all able to spend time with each other despite how busy we were. We kept each other from getting lonely, and we took care of each other when we were troubled. I remember one day I'd had it up to wherever and was desperate for sleep, and I snapped at them for chatting outside my closed door. Later, Lis totally called me on it while I was working on choreography ...it was like an intervention. But it gave me a chance to apologize and describe to them how completely overwhelmed I was feeling, rather than continuing to clamp down on it. I needed these girls to keep me from drawing into myself. I can't imagine what I brought to them, but I hope I at least offered something. We had such ridiculously fun times together, and I remember so many of the things we did as if they happened last week. Pool games with henna drying on our skin, making chicken-flavored rice and orange cinnamon rolls in the kitchenette, drinking wine coolers and margaritas, attending hockey games, going to the Renaissance Festival and horseback riding, playing Life during Finals Week...the list goes on forever. My favorite times were when we all gathered in someone's room, and watched TV or a movie, eating, drinking, and laughing, dishing about boys and our floormates. I was so sad when Lis and Holly graduated, and Elisa moved into an apartment, and Em was long gone. I was so busy senior year that I didn't have much social time, but in the quiet moments I missed those girls tons. It was a joy to watch Lis get married, and I hope it won't be too long before we can all see each other again.
3 Mason Rules!

Secret obsession

Okay, it's not that exciting, but I am just a little obsessed with reading the trivia on imdb.com for movies I enjoy or have seen repeatedly. Do you do this? Where else can you find out that Prof. Umbridge's office carpet cost 50000 pounds to make? Or that in Lemony Snicket Emily Browning had to wear heels because Liam Aiken grew so much? Or that, in AVP, the ice cutter is named Piper Maru after an X-Files episode named after Gillian Anderson's daughter? All in one convenient location?

ATHF + Baby Boom/Paternal Awesomeness

Gah! Even Master Shake suddenly had a child for a 12-minute episode! Why? WHY?
Steve, you almost got texted in desperation at 12:16 last night, to help me cope.


In other news, my Dad rulz.

I know, two posts in one day.
But I thought you deserved to know that I found my little reward for my poetry.
Trying to solve a big sewing problem yesterday, I went to two Joann Fabrics stores. Whilst wandering around the second with what I hope will solve the problem, as well as about a yard's worth of remnant peach shantung, I came across some Dupioni silk in a lovely, subtle shade of blush. It was, I believe, 19.99 a yard, which is completely extravagant for my standards, but I held the Golden Ticket: 50 % off coupon.
I was going to get a yard or two, and then I was trying to talk myself out of it, such was the expense, so I went to look at patterns--no pattern, no fabric would be the rule. But then I found this great skirt pattern, which included a drawstring skirt and listed shantung as a potential fabric, which is similar enough. I know, I know...drawstring with 20 bucks/yard, 100% Dupioni silk? But I thought it would look adorable and I got excited. Then, I couldn't find the pattern. I looked it up in the book again, and sure enough, I'd copied the number down incorrectly.
All this adds up to the obvious: I wanted the fabric.
And I bought 4.5 yards. Half-off. You do the math.

Medicating

I'm a little shirty about this. In order to "assist BGSU employees with weight loss, smoking cessation and education on a variety of wellness topics" the HR department folks "have already begun planning an employee wellness day and other wellness-related events."
I'm sure that sounds very nice, but honestly I'd rather they just give me free entrance to the rec.
The rec's fee is probably lower than a standard gym (it's $110 per semester), but to be frank nothing turns me off healthy exercise more than paying for it (and, uh, sorry, parents, because I know dance wasn't cheap). Once, I wasted 80 bucks paying for a summer rec pass. I went, like, six times. If you pay per day ($5), that's 30 bucks. I guess if you're going to go swim often, it would be worth it, but I can't face that price.
This, I believe, is at the heart of the reason why I have been jogging outside in the summer, even though I don't really enjoy running all that much. So I thought, anyway.

Things may be changing--your little Avacious is, for the first time in her life, using an asthma inhaler.
As my nurse practitioner says, they're shrinking away from "exercise asthma" labels now because, if you are experiencing symptoms, then you have asthma, regardless of when it rears its head. For years, after exercise, I have often felt wheezy...not usually actually wheezing (well, maybe a little), but feeling that need in my chest. It wouldn't matter whether I was in what I'd consider good shape (dancing regularly) or not (jogging after a five-month break). I also get winded more quickly than I'd consider normal, even in peak condition. And of course, there's the allergies. I asked my NP, "Is there anything I can do, short of drugs?" She said no, but wrote me a scrip so I could "think about it." I didn't have to fill it, but I could if I wanted.
So I did.
This from the girl who thinks taking Advil requires a laborious decision-making process.
Yes, I went straight to the drugstore and got the inhaler. Then I tested it. On Monday last, pre-inhaler, I did my first run of the summer, stopped to talk to people twice, stopped to walk twice, and barely made it. On Friday, after the inhaler, I made it my whole route and didn't even feel like stopping once, and I even threw in an 85 percent sprint toward the end. My lungs outlasted my legs, which is unusual. Last night's run wasn't quite as successful, but I still made it without stopping, and my breath came back to normal pretty fast.

Could it be that what I thought was a questionable, occasional small problem was actually a very mild but persistent condition I didn't notice except when provoked by allergies, smoke, or running? Could it be that medicating said condition will greatly improve my lung capacity, since it will reduce labored breathing and give me a chance to "catch up"? Could it be that I actually enjoy running, just not breathing hard?
I don't know, but to be honest I'm a little excited about it.

Cook's comes up with the goods

So, I've been meaning to make this rustic plum cake recipe from the most recent issue of Cook's Illustrated. A few weeks ago I made the blueberry scone recipe, and the scones tasted awesome, and I was ready to try the cake on the next page, only when I was at the grocer--no plums. But this week, plums in the house, and time to make plum cake, whether I had someplace to take it or not. Then, on the day I was going to make it, I got a call that a gathering of friends was taking place, so I knew fate was on my side.
The recipe isn't super-complicated, except that part of the flour is ground-up slivered almonds. And the plums have to be cooked in a delicious syrup beforehand (in which Frambois Lambic was substituted for brandy. Because then I get to finish the bottle of Lambic). I was a little concerned that my springform is 10 inches instead of the 9 required, and time was a bit short for cooling the cake.
But only half a piece was left after the first hour I was at the gathering.
I tasted it--it was pretty nice, and it went down great on a warm summer evening. I actually had honest-go-goodness requests to make it in future.
So, there you go. Plum cake and jello shots are my specialities now.
And, my Mom suggested I also try it with peaches.
Good on you, Cook's. Way to contribute to my repertoire.

On another note, I had a poem accepted by RHINO. Hooray! Am currently trying to come up with something small and celebratory for myself, as is my custom.

Report

Point one: My niece is adorable. She is funny in particular when she is waking up and trying so hard to open her eyes. I think she is a genius, and she loves Raggedy Ann already at four weeks. She also loves the sound of water, sleeping in her sling, and eating. My sister and I took her shopping twice. The first day she slept in her sling pretty much the whole time, which made having a snack at Brewed Awakenings pretty easy. The second day she was cool with the yarn store, but not terribly keen on not eating while her Mama shopped in the bead store. When she is awake, she stares at your eyes with a little crinkle in her forehead like she's working you out. She smiles when you stroke her cheek. We can't figure out which parent she looks more like. She is a very long and strong baby, and she can already do a superman at the doctor's office. I miss her. She makes me smile, even when she frowns.
Point two: I had a pretty good drive to get out to Wisconsin.
Point three: The SS Badger, on a windy, high-swell day, made me so sick one of the crew took pity on me and made me lie down in one of the rooms. Yes, I couldn't find my Dramamine so could not take it beforehand, which may have made a difference. Yes, I am ashamed and embarrassed, and wondering what the heck happened, because I've only been mildly seasick twice in my whole life, Dramamine or not. Yes, before I lay down I'd been planning to stand on the freezing, windy deck for four hours because I felt 100 times worse down below. Yes, when I got warm blankets put on me I shivered uncontrollably for an hour and a half. Yes, my car had a better time than I did on the ferry. Yes, I feel terrible because I want to support the enterprise and the friendly staff, but I don't know if I could try that again. But don't let me stop you. Just be sensible and take some drugs.
Point four: I got to spend the night with my Granny in Crystal Valley, recovering, listening to the wind, taking a walk around the yard, picking some asparagus, and wriggling into the quiet, creaky barn through a loose board. It was very restorative.
Point five: I was able to be very helpful at dance recital; the stage manager and I have a neat synergy backstage, and she's so organized it makes my job of crisis control and dancer-guiding easy. Mr. Mark's theme this year was 007, and everything seemed unusually tight and entertaining. A cancan skirt went flying, but it's all fun.
Point six: I got to go read on the dock for a bit, like old times, getting sunburnt, but enjoying the peace and birdsounds of the lake.
Point seven: My Dad and I had an intense discussion about poetry scansion.
Point eight: My Mom and I conducted tutorials on the computer-photo-printer.
Point nine: I arrived back home to an almost-empty fridge and the desperate need to do laundry.
Point ten: Looking at a super sunny week. Hooray!

Avacious, where are you?

...carrying an angel
...hearing sweet little sighs
...sinking hands deep in piles of wool
...crossing a lake
...sneaking into a barn
...sending little spies onstage
...coming home soon

Good Haul

Yesterday I went shopping with my buddy Tessa, up to Franklin Park. We hit five of the most girlie stores (in order: Victoria's Secret, Windsor, Charlotte Russe, Forever 21, and Wet Seal), and tried things on in every one. I think we both bought things in every one, too. We returned home six hours after we left, each of us heavily laden with parcels. And you know what? No buyer's remorse. Not for me, anyway. I like everything I bought and am excited to wear everything. I forgot how fun it is to just marathon clothing shop with a girlfriend, and how it helps you make decisions. There is a dress I'm not absolutely positive about simply for occasion's sake, but Tessa really liked it, and if someone ever asks me out to dinner, I'll be good to go.
Items purchased by me include:
bras and undies (duh)
pair of VS Pink shorts
3 dresses
zip short-sleeve hoodie with strawberries
black blazer with scoop collar
jean skirt
jeans
t-shirt with birds
cotton black and white blouse
wooly hat that matches a scarf I have (3 dollars!)
pink t-shirt that says I Love the Queen (which I made the girl take off the mannequin!)
Pink jellies!
We also had pretzels!
Day=awesome

Little Dances of Excitement

Something amazing happened to me last night!

You may remember that I lost my class ring from high school, which was tremendously sad, and I've been thinking about it a lot since my ten-year reunion is approaching. I looked all over for it, and so did my Mom, who can find anything I lose.
And then, last night, I decided to clean my bathroom literally from top to bottom, in the beginnings of my "spring" cleaning blitzing. As I began to pull things off a shelf, I found one of my makeup bags, which I was pretty sure had my theater makeup in it, and also a box of bobby pins. I opened the box up, and...
MY CLASS RING WAS INSIDE! AAAAAHHHHHH!

I was so excited I called my mother.

So, I haven't seen the show, but I finally broke down and bought the CD for Wicked this weekend. I had a project to finish and also had the song Popular stuck in my head (which I really have only heard a couple of times, in comparison to Defying Gravity, which is on my Shuffle). I want to see the show, but the last opportunity involved twenty-odd students, and that's not how I want to see a show for the first time.
But the CD is way fun; I like Idina Menzel, but there's something about Kristin Chenoweth that I adore, and I can't figure it out. It's not that she's cute, because ordinarily that just makes me cranky. She's just entertaining.
And my project got done. Tra la!

In the life of Avacious, important breaking news

The website tells me there is a LUSH coming to Novi, which shaves twenty minutes off my trip to Troy, which is the next closest. Also, there is one coming to Ohio, but as it is in Beachwood, which is two hours and fifteen minutes away, Novi is still our best bet. Know what else is in Novi? A Delia's. Much like Ikea in Canton, LUSH and Delia's will now be "practically on the way home" to EL. It adds, like, half an hour, that's all. Get into it! Face masks for me more often!
You may now return to your normally scheduled (and probably more important) news.

In the theater: Five Films, as tagged by Steve

Five of my most memorable moviegoing experiences...or at least what comes to mind first. I am intentionally not listing the Lord of the Rings, Indiana Jones, Star Wars and Trek, and Harry Potter, and maybe a few others, because those are all among my favorite films, and I remember seeing most of them in the theater at some point, but it isn't really fair to other great films in my life because they are pretty obviously awesome, and a bit predictable in my list. Also, I never saw many of my claimed favorites in a theater. So this might be a "what you may not know about me" styled list.

1. Willow (1988). I was nine-and-a-half, and my friend Katie's mom took us, her brother, and my sister to see this film at the mall theater, when tickets were cheap. This is a time when my fear of dogs was at its most intense, and the initial moments of the film with the black devil dogs were terrifying to me. I still have nightmarish images in my mind that I don't think are quite in the movie, including an elaborate sort of kennel. Katie and I proceeded to spend at least a half hour throughout the film out of the theater, "going to the bathroom" as code for "too scared to stay in our seats." By the time the two-headed puddle monster started erupting flame, I knew that this was going to be one of my favorite movies, and genres, ever, but I didn't see the full thing until at least a year later.
2. Fantasia (1990). I was 11 or 12. I was dancing heavily. I liked classical music. I liked cartoons. Into my life came the most amazing combination of some of my favorite things in existence, Fantasia on its 50th anniversary. The pure play of color and shape, the dancing fairies and fish and mushrooms, the hilarity of an ostrich doing plies, the magnificence of Leopold Stokowski...no matter how you slice it, this film rocked. I made sure I received the video (it and Jaws are amongst my first videos that belonged only to me), and I also have the soundtrack on cassette--before they'd fixed the error on the box switching Rite of Spring and the Pastoral Symphony. During my teenage life, I spent many a happy hour watching my video and eating a bagel with peanut butter and drinking chocolate milk. I am cheating here because I don't have vivid memories of seeing this in the theater, but I think both my parents were there, and I was pretty excited, and it was so formative on my experience that I include it anyway.
3. Jurassic Park (1993). I was 14. I saw this movie four times in the theater, which has never happened before or since. Not only that, but my Dad saw it multiple times as well, which is absolutely unheard of from someone who goes to the movies maybe once a year. I was deliciously scared in a way that I had never been before, but also stupefyingly amazed by the combination of live modeling and effects for the dinosaurs--impressed in a way that I have never been by any subsequent film that uses CGI. This is the only film that comes readily to mind in which CGI looks real. I hate when films all focus on "doing stuff" and exciting the eye, instead of how it actually looks, which is invariably unrealistic and therefore dull to me. These dinosaurs looked alive, and therefore so much more like they might rip someone's arm off when the scene ends.
4. X-Files (1998). I have a confession to make: I have no idea who I saw this movie with. If you were with me, fess up...Sarah? Before you left for grad school, maybe? This was right after my first year of college. All I know is, the bee sting scene nearly made my heart stop with anticipation. SO CLOSE! Scully's "Had you big time," Mulder's "Those could be giant Jiffy Pop poppers"...neverending fun, but also awesome in that it was a turning point for the characters and a point of continuity for the series, between seasons. It was like a gift.
5. Crash (2005). While by no stretch of the imagination my favorite movie ever (nor have I even seen it since the first time), this movie stands out in that I can remember every detail of seeing it. Michelle and I had just had lunch at Biaggi's in Levis, and we trundled on to the theater. Afterward, as we left, without looking at each other, Michelle lit up a cig and I started bawling. I cried so hard, and had no idea why...well, that's not true. I knew why, but it also just impressed me that it started of its own volition. We finally looked at each other and just sort of laughed in a "look how helpless we both are right now" way. I was not even remotely surprised when Crash won the Oscar.

What have we learned? This is harder than I expected. I remember seeing films, but not the circumstances of seeing them; likewise, movies I think I should have seen in the theater I can't remember seeing (like The Neverending Story). Probably a "movies my friends introduced me to" would be easier. Maybe another day.

London: Reflections on Packing

In one of the quieter moments of my trip, I made a list of all the things I was especially glad I brought, didn't bring, and things I was sorry I'd brought, didn't bring to London. So, in the interests of edifying the masses:

Things I wish I’d brought:
my black quilted jacket, or a cardigan (if even just for when my hotel room was chilly)
light gloves
slipper socks

Things I wish I hadn’t brought:
sunglasses (I wore them a total of one time, before I'd left Ohio)
jewelry (scarves worked better)
Personal alarm (I know, I know...it was safer to have this, but it's awfully heavy in a purse)

Some things I was glad I brought/bought for the trip
TINKERBELL PANTS (they're cute, they're fleece, and I wore them on the planes...I was a little sheepish about not wearing "big girl" clothes, but I'm serious when I say these really pulled me together in bad moments)
My Shuffle (trains and Tubes are boring, and everyone else has one, so why not you? Look like a native!)
Coat, with deep pockets
Clean and Clear strips for washing face (bought in a tiny plastic case)
Shampoo bar (contained in a small tin, Lush)
T-shirt gauntlets
Scarves
PASHMINA (not only was it very London, but as the weather was chilly...
Knee socks

Things I considered and was glad I didn’t bring:
More tank tops/t-shirts (as it is, I wore four shirts on the plane ride home to save packing space)
More books (who has time to read anyway)
Sunscreen (completely useless)

The Travel Journal. Warning: Extremely Long Text Ahead

Ok. So my travel journal turns out to be huge...I seem to have written kind of a lot. So what I'm going to do is pare down a little. And put it in small print. Please disregard any confusing changes in verb tense, and if this is still too long...well, suck it up, I guess. If anyone wants the full experience of the journal, let me know.

5/7-8 Toledo-Detroit-London-Kew Gardens
I was ready to go when Babs picked me up, and made it through Toledo security in no time. The flight to Detroit was uneventful, and I sat around until my London flight reading a Dick Francis novel.
Now, the planes have changed since Italy 2001—for one thing, every seat has its own monitor, which turns out to have a wide variety of movies and games. Sweet! This will be especially handy on the way back when it’s a day flight.
About seats. The plane is like so:
xx xxxx xx
I am in the left side of the bank of four, and the seats to my left are full, and the far right two are full, and there’s a cute college guy (who turned out to be from Muskegon) by the name of Brian at the other end of my four. We waited and waited for our seatmates, and they never came. So we had four seats to stretch out in. I joked that maybe we were a couple on honeymoon, and we knew we’d be mad at each other so we bought four seats. I also joked that I liked to snuggle, so if I accidentally rolled over 2 seats, he’d just have to deal with it. It was very entertaining. I know I’ll never get that lucky again (No, not like that!)!
Watched The Fugitive, tried to sleep, watched Finding Nemo, played Bejeweled. Ate chicken and rice with a bit of salad and some cheese, and cranapple juice. Didn’t have breakfast—just wasn’t hungry. Also, Babs gave me some cookies, and I ate some of those throughout the trip. Landed in good order, had to climb downstairs because the jet thingy wasn’t working. The immigration official I had was a jerk to me, particularly on the point of whether I had friends or family here. She actually asked me how “I planned to get by.” Come on, lady, I’m an American tourist. Surely thousands come in without even having travel arrangements and hotels. She inspected my money. I hadn’t written down my hotel’s address on my immigration card because I wasn’t sure, but then she made me anyway. There’s this big sign about not bullying customs officials—but what happens when they bully you?
Anyway. Was reunited with my slightly squashed suitcase and got into London via the Gatwick Express and then bought a 7-day Travelcard to get me to the Bayswater Station via the Tube I got to my hotel at noon and was able to check in at the Kensington Gardens Hotel.
My room is very nice. I’m actually now a little paranoid about the room rate (note--no problems were had. It was a good deal for a good are of London, I believe).
Almost immediately after I got here, I went to get a phone at a T-Mobile down the street. The helpful guy, Chris, sold me a £25 phone—10 for the phone, 15 for the time on it. I also ordered an international bundle. The only problem is, I had to pay cash because their card reader won’t read my VISA because it doesn’t have a chip. I don’t know now how often this will be a problem and am worried about shopping and ATMs.
Note: Tell Carrie that the shop was playing “Mushaboom” by Feist, one of my favorite songs, which she introduced me to.
Anyway, I called Mom while I was headed out to Kew, then made her call me back to make sure it all worked. By the time I was done talking, I was at Kew Gardens.
Kew is lovely. The day was partly cloudy but occasionally sunny and also windy. I was glad I had my coat and a little sad that I wasn’t wearing long socks under my back-slit long skirt. I took some nice pictures, including of the Palm House, my favorite—misty, hot, and loaded with palms in an old conservatory building. Also saw the Princess of Wales Conservatory, the Temperate House, the Lilacs, and tons of other places. They have the most beautiful old trees. Huge, full of personality. Like Ents.
I started to get cold when the sun began to go away, so took a trip through the gift shop—they had a sign about problems with ccs so I didn’t buy much, just some postcards. Bit of a shame, because they had neat things. Came back on the Tube, then stopped at Tesco Express for a sandwich—ham, cheese, and pickle—apple slices with honey yogurt dip, and a Dr. Pepper (hooray!). Had dinner in my room.
At this point, I was exhausted, so I decided to watch TV (US crime shows :) and doze a bit, eventually having a hot shower and going to sleep.
The news is full of a story about Maddy—a little girl missing now for five days. Prayers with her and her family.
5/9 National Gallery--British Museum--Victoria & Albert Museum
Current time: 6:50 pm. Location: The Prince Alfred. Eating: A giant burger. But I get ahead of myself.
I rolled out of bed around 9:10, I think, and set about getting ready for the day. Note: scarves are very big in London, so I was glad I'd brought a few, including my pashmina.
After a brief stop at T-Mobile to fix my charger, I set off to the National Gallery. My Travelcard has made things very easy, and the subway is similar to Chicago—look, I’m calling it the subway in rebellion against my Brit slang all of a sudden. Anyway. I think I saw everything free in the National Gallery. My favorites were a picture called “Portrait of a Lady in Yellow” by Baldovinetti, and “A Grotesque Old Woman” by Massys—also enjoyed the Seurat, Degas, Monet, etc. in the basement, and lots of other neat stuff.
I was making good time—I’m a browser not a studier with art—and headed off to the British Museum, getting there by 1. Bought a map. Priority list: Greece, Italy, and Egypt, and that’s actually about all I saw. I saw just what I wanted, though, plus some Assyrian stuff and the Sutton Hoo ship burial stuff. Made a stop for gifts. Now here’s where things diverged from my previous plan. I was supposed to go to the British Library and forgot. I just didn’t look at my list. How dumb! I thought, gosh the V & A is open late tonight, I could take the Tube back and then walk across the gardens for a meal (also, bear in mind, I’d had cookies, and a water at the Museum. That’s it. May not have been operating at top form). So, I did get back to the V & A. It turns out, though, they changed their late night to Friday. I had just the right amount of time to tour the Fashion exhibit, then take a peek at Indian textiles. I truly enjoyed the fashion—it was a nice difference from the other museum stuff I’d seen, though that was nice, too. How can you go wrong with marble from Temples and scads of mummies? Just add to that frocks and rugs. I may need to go back to the V & A. Not sure.
Anyway, it was pouring when I went in to the V & A but ok when I got out, so I did indeed walk across the west end of Kensington Gardens back to the area of my hotel. I am now doing some damage to a Blackthorn dry cider from the tap, and a ribeye steakburger with mozzarella, and chips—by which I mean fries.
And it is here that I remembered the Library. I notice, though, that it is in a position such that it would add nicely to the Mme Tussaud’s and London Zoo day tomorrow. I think. I’m hoping it doesn’t rain. If it does, some days have to switch around. Unless I just decide to soldier on, which is possible.
Have I mentioned how much I love you? (NOTE: I was tipsy by this point)
Some thoughts on the value of the pound: OK, so over $2 per £ is steep. But I sort of think the GBP is a better system just now. It may not go very far, but it is more psychologically helpful. A burger for £6.99 is reasonable. But that’s $14. They should be closer, but from our side.
Oh—I was officially flirted with at the National Gallery. Yes, he was an old guy, but he said, “Oh, good afternoon, my beauty.” or something like that. It was funny.
And, I told the barman he was my new best friend, when he brought my sandwich.
5/10 Madame Tussaud's--London Zoo--British Library
Began my day late again, by half an hour. Oh well. Put on jeans and long socks, polo over long-sleeve collared shirt, arm gauntlets, and bun covers to match, with coat. Was later very glad for the gauntlets, because it was cold today, and rained. It was all right to start, as I headed out munching a croissant and drinking fresh OJ from a shop (missed breakfast again). Took the Tube (almost called it the El) to Edgware and walked the rest of the way to Baker St and Madame Tussaud’s. I arrived at such a time as to be just in the first ½ of the morning’s rush. I was able to buy my ticket with some American dollar travellers cheques, which was exciting. So, first thing in the wax museum are all the Hollywood stars. I watched someone bump into Patrick Stewart and promptly took my picture with him, as well as pics of Indy, Steven Spielberg, Sean Connery, Capt. Sparrow, Alfred Hitchcock, QE1, Bill Shakespeare, and Pavarotti. Enjoyed the Chamber of Horrors. Didn’t see any Ripper stuff, but did enjoy the Spirit of London ride dealie. Didn’t buy my photo from the ride. Bought a London Underground lunchbox purse with marshmallows, and some cards, and had a bit of a chat with Iain the cashier. He’s going to look me up if he’s ever in Mich-i-gan. Except he doesn’t know my name.
Set off to walk to Regent’s Park and across to the zoo. (I was paranoid about needing to use my map to get to the park, but actually headed off in the proper direction regardless.) It was cold by this time, but I happily entered the zoo and traipsed about, even when it started POURING. At least that hurried the kids groups so things weren’t crowded, and if I got soaked to my pant legs from splash ups, oh well. Favorites: listening to the English kids, including one rendition of See Saw, Margery Daw, which I’ve never heard from a child before (some of the kids seem quite bratty, though); giraffes up close from their inside, quiet enclosure, eyelashes and all; a serval; staring into the eyes of the big cats; some of the largest pelicans I’ve ever seen; and a butterfly house, where they’re just flying around you. You have to check for stowaways when you leave. They also have a few habitats where the animals can move around you if they so choose, like bitterns and small monkeys.
It was still pouring when I left, walking across the windy park to the Baker St station. I took the Tube to King’s Cross because I had the perfect amount of time for the Library exhibits. I saw the Magna Carta and Shakespeare’s first folio! Also some beautiful sacred texts, the first ever libretto to Handel’s Messiah, some notebooks and notes by Da Vinci and Newton, the original Alice in Wonderland, etc. Also the many feet tall glass-enclosed King’s Library. I didn’t take a picture of that as it was in a public area of the library, and I thought I could find a postcard, but couldn’t. I did find lots of other stuff in the gift shop for...gifts, and verified that they could take my sort of credit card. Only the card was declined. TWICE. I had to use the family card. In a semi-panic, I tested the card when I got back to Bayswater at an ATM and got my £20. I have no idea what that was about. It happened once before, ages ago, in the States.
I dropped off my shopping (who knew the British Library would have the best shop so far?) and went to Whiteley’s Marks & Spencer for food. At last—a grocery, but with lots of other food, readymade, including a lot of food you can eat cold. I settled on olives and feta with pita, feta and spinach pasties, some cocktail sausages, and an apricot sponge roll cake. With a pint of milk. Sat around the hotel room reading, eating, watching TV, and talking to Mom. I’m watching CSI.
Political note:
Today is the day Tony Blair announced he was stepping down in July. In light of seeing political figures together at Tussaud’s, and the Christianity-Judaism-Islam Sacred Texts at the Library, it really makes one think about the state of the world and people’s ability or lack thereof to cooperate. Also, France just elected a new president, one who has already expressed friendship to the US. What a strange, fascinating time.
5/11 Tower of London--St. Paul's--Covent Garden--Piccadilly Circus--Natural History Museum
My feet are so sore. And my hips. I got up at 8ish, dressed, stopped for a quick croissant and juice at the continental breakfast dealie, and got on the train to the Tower of London. No lines for tickets, not very crowded inside. All this was great because I could zip through without waiting for people in front of me. Suspect it will be different at Westminster tomorrow. Actually, it was very nice at the Tower—my favorite place so far. I love those old, old buildings; even though the Tower was rebuilt and remodeled several times, it feels old, and all the armor and historical events contribute to that feeling. Plus the ghosts. I forgot to look up where it’s said Anne Boelyn walks. The Beauchamp Tower was under construction, so I couldn’t do that one. I kept slipping ahead of and amidst an Asian tour group in the Jewel House. There is a moving sidewalk on either side of the jewels themselves, which is sort of funny. I gather the lines are huge in peak season, because they had those corral things like at amusement parks, some with video.
Poor little princes.
We had some sun and some drizzle both at the Tower—it was good to see the sun, at least for a bit.
After the Tower, I walked to St. Paul’s and again got in with no line. Saw John Donne and William Blake memorial, Duke of Wellington and Lord Admiral Nelson, of course. All kinds. Did not go up into the dome—not really in the mood for stairs—but did pause a bit to look up.
After St. Paul’s I did some shopping, but my heart wasn’t in it much. Covent Garden Market was nice and contained, and there were sopranos somewhere singing the Flower Duet, but Piccadilly was chaotic and walking around was exhausting. The Burlington Arcade was quite nice, though, with some high end shops nearby. Despite this, the vast majority of stuff bought today was in the Tower of London gift shop. Who knew?
Anyway. I gave up on shopping at 4 and decided to go to the Natural History Museum and see what looked best to me. I started with dinosaurs, moved to mammals, then the rest of the animals, then a minerals exhibit, then an exhibit on the earth and its treasures. It’s not a gigantic museum; or, it is sort of big, but when you are used to Chicago’s Field, it seems much less demanding. Thank goodness. I saw everything I wanted to see in around an hour and a half. For free (well, donation). Carrying shopping.
I got back to my area and again went to the M & S for a pint of milk, an egg and cress sandwich, and a banana. I also finished off the pasties, and will likely finish off the pita and olives/feta tomorrow. I’m craving produce, so maybe I’ll get some fruits and veggies tomorrow. So basically, food cost £1.71 today. 3 bucks.
Also, I almost got gypped £10 today at Thomas Cook’s. I put the money away, then habitually reached into my bag to count it, and came up short. I went to tell the lady, and she immediately said, “Oh dear, you’re absolutely right, I forgot. I’m so sorry.” I was glad she didn’t ask for proof, but still. Weird.
5/12 Westminster Abbey--London Aquarium--Harrod's
I’m watching this crazy show called Eurovision Song Contest. Right now, there’s some electric cello going on and there’s a guy in a bubble. The announcer for TV, who is pretty snarky, just said, “God, I hope he’s wearing something” and “You don’t see this every day, a man swallowing a fluorescent tube.” And “You spend all your life in a plastic bubble and the first thing you do when you get out is shove a fluorescent tube down your throat.” He’s kind of stream of consciousness, with a comment every 10-15 seconds, never very long, but usually pretty damn funny.
Also, I’m eating part of an apricot jam sponge roll. This is London. Get into it. I do like the electric cello. (edited to add: Serbia won).
OK. An account of my slightly surprising day. I set the alarm to 8:30 (haha) and got up between 8:45 and 9. I had laid out all my clothes, so I was ready around 9:30, stopped briefly next door to pick up my daily croissant, and ate it on the way to the Tube station. The Circle line and much of the District line are out this weekend for service, so I had to do a weird combination of trains and it took forever to get to Westminster. But there was Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament, and the Abbey. I went all the way around before finally finding the entrance, but that was fine. I wasn’t as early as I would have liked, but it turned out not to matter. I got momentarily stalled in some bottlenecks, but nevertheless made it round in an hour. Saw the Poet’s Corner, of course. The ceiling in the Chapter House was amazing. When I came out at the end of the walk, I paused a few moments to look up, and felt teary. I felt that way in St. Paul’s as well. So much work and craftsmanship and love goes into these Houses of God. It’s amazing that as soon as we’re outside the doors again, we so quickly forget that silence, that salve.
Forgot to mention that there was some dancing going on in front of the Abbey. Have no idea what was going on, but there was a man with a horse head. Sarah would know.
Anyway, I was in the Aquarium by 11:30, though that involved going through a maze of unmarked corridors because I went in on the wrong side of County Hall. And—I was through there in an hour as well. Couldn’t believe it. These British museums have tanks and exhibits with space, or space and readings, or space and a TV display between them. Definitely not what I’m used to. Anyway, they had some beautiful octopi and upside-down jellyfish—I don’t remember seeing these before but I saw some in the zoo the other day. The tanks at the Aquarium were often chest high and open, which is strange. In America, people would throw things in them. The aquarium also has several robotic fish, which move by undulating the way real fish do. The outside body design is still a little clunky materials-wise (though if I didn’t have my glasses on I wouldn’t be able to tell), but the movement is spot on.
Anyway. When I was done, I grabbed a Coke for “lunch” and began my walk toward Buckingham, just to see the outside and take a picture or two. Then, walked past St. James Park, and on and on. And on. The plan was to visit the South Ken., Chelsea, and Notting Hill shops I had on my list to buy some last presents and see if I could find anything cute for the Pea. Went to Harrod’s and bought a lavender bag to put most of my shopping in when I go back. It will be my new carry-on. I hope everything fits. You’re only allowed to take the equivalent of 1 carry-on through security at Gatwick.
It was pouring when I got out of Harrod’s, but I soldiered on to the last shop, in Notting Hill. Then I walked back to Bayswater. I navigated pretty well today. Lots of map-reading and checking, but most of the time I’d made the right direction choice. It was a long walk, and I went through many shopping neighborhoods. I wonder how people decide which shops they want to go to around here. How do they find their favorites? I have guidebooks, but you could see people who obviously were in those neighborhoods a lot, and people who had come to shop for the day in the areas. It’s just odd.
I stopped at M & S as usual. That’s getting to be my favorite part of the day. It has some clothes, and then a grocery—like a very small Meijer. I’m sure the big M & S has much more stuff, but this is enough if you are just looking for dinner. They have all these pre-fab meals—healthier ones than in the US, but they go in the oven and the microwave. You can even get a packet of veg, assorted, all prepared, in the produce refrigerated section—but there’s a regular produce section, too. I don’t know, it’s just entertaining to me. I’ve had a variety of sandwiches here. Tonight was roast beef and horseradish, but they have an entire section of sandwiches, like the section in our campus convenience store on steroids. Egg and cress is tame compared to salmon and cream cheese, avocado and chicken salad, all kinds of things. It’s a tough choice. I’ve gone for “plain” sandwiches mostly, because I want to keep my stomach healthy. I have the mini-fridge in my room, and because I finished up the olives/feta and pita today, saved half of my sandwich for tomorrow’s trip to Windsor. Might have lunch for a change!
5/13 Windsor--V&A Round Two--Science Museum
Today, my niece was born. Happy birthday, Ruth! (I have omitted a great deal of baby babble. But it's in the journal.
Today I went to Windsor from Paddington Station. I bought a ticket easily―£7.70—The ticket was very open for time, but didn’t say anything about which train, nor was Windsor listed on the trains’ boards. I asked, and it turns out you take the 10:42 Hereford Train and change at Slough. (Mom, the map you got me came up trumps here and on Monday, because I could figure out where I was and which stops to pay attention to). There’s a Windsor train from there that leaves often and takes 6 minutes, thus I was shortly in Windsor. The station emerges in Royal Station shops and cafes, and I got a coffee and some juice to drink with half a sandwich later. I went up and got my ticket and went through security (bag checks are common at museums), and trucked on into the castle grounds. In the rain. It wasn’t terribly crowded. Just some people, enough to make it social. Windsor Castle is huge, it almost looks fake because it’s in such good shape, but of course it’s a living castle. The gardens by the moat are lovely. Had to wait a few minutes to get in to the State Apartments and Queen Mary’s Doll House, because of the Doll House—there’s a darkened path around it and you go single file. But it was my favorite thing. I love those elaborate doll houses, like Queen Mary’s, and like the Fairy House in Chicago’s Field. QM’s has the most lovely ballroom, and even little maids’ quarters. There were also some big French dolls (not for the doll house) with a HUGE trousseau in an adjoining display. So beautiful, little gloves with bees on, little shoes, gowns, and furs. From there, into the gallery, with Da Vinci drawings, and royal weddings pictures. From there, into the State Apartments. My favorites were the Queen’s Drawing Room, and the Ballroom. They both had these amazing tables or desks, and lovely wallpaper—that colored, velvety looking stuff. Once again, I got sort of stirred up by the grandeur. Windsor is truly lovely. There are also lots of rooms with armor and swords and pistols and such in displays. There was a lovely sword of some sort with a blackish top and blue jewels set in in a striking but not overly opulent design. That’s the sword I would have.
It was POURING when I got out, but I took some pictures, then went down and back into the shops outside the Castle, ate my lunch, did a bit of window shopping, and then decided I might as well go on back and pop back into the V & A. The trip back to London was uneventful, and I was in the V & A pretty “quick." I walked around the V & A. That museum is kind of confusing. I didn’t take another map, but there are signs everywhere...but the signs don’t always make sense, lots of galleries have multiple entrances, some of which are closed, or look closed. I did see plenty of pretty things, like furniture, and a lot of old and ancient fabrics. The plaster casts. A Bernini sculpture. The jewelry gallery was closed for real, as were a few others.
Anyway, I wandered around there for an hour and a half or so, and then had time left over to go to the Science Museum, which closes at 6. I got the map and then picked what I wanted to see most. The spy tech thing costs £8 and seemed mostly for kids, which is a shame. But I walked about Energy Hall and some technology galleries, and learned about space and space missions a little. I put a nut on a bolt with some space gloves on. Took a picture of some planes and cars. Saw the DNA model by Crick & Watson. Saw the Apollo 10 capsule. But of course then they were closing up. In the Bayswater area, I had trouble finding food on a Sunday, but went to Tesco Express and picked up some tomato basil pasta salad, an apple, a roll, some cheese, and a Dr. Pepper. Now, I have been watching TV and while I don’t get itv 2, which has Supernatural, I am watching Nick and Simon’s Perfect Night In—Nick Frost and Simon Pegg doing a clips shop and being funny. They had an X-Files clip on a bit ago! And lots of unfamiliar BBC shows with familiar faces.
I feel all nervy. I have felt that way all day, long before I heard from Mum. I did have a strong coffee this morning, but the feeling kept popping up today; I thought it was related to getting damp at Windsor, then getting a chill a couple of times and being a bit too hot at others. I felt icky in my throat this morning; London air is not good in my throat. Come to that, nor is London Rain—Heather Nova, I love your song, but I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.
5/14 Bath
Had kind of a rough night. Could NOT fall asleep—excitement, nerves, and possibly caffeine all rolled into one restless package. I relaxed a little after the baby call, but still had trouble getting and staying asleep, and getting comfortable. Imagine my irritation when, at 9 am this morning, the alarm went off and...I was finally comfortable and didn’t want to get up!
Well, I’m on the Bath train. Got up, changed my last travellers cheques and got £93.60, then promptly spent 47 on my Bath roundtrip fare. Ouch. Tonight I face the arduous job of packing everything into my 2 bags, including my new lavender Kipling bag. I think I could have gotten something cheaper if I’d gone to the travel store in Whiteleys, but I guess buying a bag at Harrod’s is a worthy experience.
Some thoughts on English sizes—smallest size in women’s generally found: 8. Smallest underwear size found: 8. Smallest bra size—32 A. Yikes. Something about this makes no sense. I tried on a size 8 skirt at the Kew sale shop in Whiteley’s and it was too big, of course—not by much, but enough to tell me I’m certainly a size smaller. Yet when I was poking around in Marks & Spencer I didn’t see any 6s.
I had a chat with the Lush girl about this, and she was very thin also, and shorter than I am. She said she has trouble finding clothes, but then when she was in the states, she also had trouble. I wonder if they have juniors here—if not, she wouldn’t know to look in the young ladies’ clothes, or in stores like Wet Seal. Our country caters to the thin. She mentioned that Britain is also having an obesity epidemic, which surprised me, because I haven’t seen many truly obese people, I don’t think. Or maybe I just don’t notice because I’m so used to it. But somehow I don’t think that’s it.
Anyway, lots of those meals in M & S are encouraging people to Eat Right and offering big convenience via the aforementioned pre-fab meals and the benefits of health. In other words, it’s just as easy to buy one of those nice meals as it is a pizza. I do wonder what the fat comparisons are with those meals. I haven’t really checked. I do think I saw a sandwich or something marked Weight Watchers the other day.
(edited to add: this is really an important distinction. The Eat Right campaign is huge, and targeted to everyone. If you’re in a US grocery store, you see healthy food, but no believable and classy campaign encouraging you to take part in a change. We’re all so henpecked to eat properly by the gov’t bodies, but not in a way that actually lets us easily change habits, and not with the cooperation of the food industry. In London, it seemed extremely easy. The whole time I was there, I saw one Weight Watchers commercial, and again it wasn’t packaged in an insipid way. It simply was there, and easy. The US just makes everything so complicated, and there are so many mixed and double messages. I think England has it down better. I wonder if it’s working.)
I am suddenly very sleepy on this train. It’s noon. 7 am Ohio time.
OK. It’s 5:30 pm. I’ve just gotten back on the train back to London Paddington. I spent the time from Bath to Chippenham talking to a young man in college who asked me to wake him if he fell asleep before his stop—he’d just had a Clinical Psychology exam. I told him I wasn’t much better off because of my niece’s birth, and he’s an uncle, so he understood. We spent the time touching briefly on topics like the British exams and school system—he’ll be mailed the questions for his final exam. Weird! They’d never risk that in the states. We also talked about psychology and literature a bit. In his English lit course, they read Shakespeare and Atwood, which seems awfully comprehensive. Anyway, it was a nice way to spend some time, but now he’s gone and I’ll be in London in an hour, and there’s a zine with an article on the LotR musical.
So—Bath. I touched down and looked at a map, set off...and promptly got lost. The problem is I didn’t look at the scale of the map, and so went further than I should have in the twisty town. I guess. Anyway, after wandering back down I hit the right pedestrian signs and found my way to the Assembly Rooms and Costume Museum. The Assembly Rooms were largely closed for refurbishment, just the Octagonal Room open. The Costume Museum was very interesting. I didn’t use my audioguide much, except to learn about ladies’ pockets, worn under overskirts and reached through slits. I took a couple of pictures. They also had a display of things from Rudolf Nureyev’s collection of costumes and textiles and such, including his Romeo shirt of red satin.
By the end of the exhibit, the beginnings of a massive group of French kids was taking over, and I didn’t linger. Instead I got back on the pavement and windowshopped my way to the Roman Baths, and got in there on my combined ticket, and set about exploring. I used more of my audioguide this time, to illuminate some interesting areas and figures and whatnot. Imagine it being the fashion to go to a communal bath house where there’s a natural hot spring bubbling up with green, steamy water, and be pampered and still in the dark, intoxicating rooms. The fashion, not just a fun time. Wild. Anyway, I went through and still had some time left before the time I meant to get a train. I went to the Abbey and walked around for a bit. I always love those old choir lofts. For some reason that’s my favorite. I also did just a touch of shopping, stopping at Monsoon to get my niece an outfit.
Around 5:15 I got on the train back to London, and it was a bit delayed, but I was in London around 7. I’d planned to have a little feast, and even buy a beer or some wine at M & S, but then didn’t—instead I got milk, with a roast chicken breast, a roll, and a banana. I left half a roll and the banana for breakfast, and ate the remainder of my sponge roll for dessert. I watched a bit of telly and dozed, then decided I’d better pack. Which is good, because it turned out to be much harder than I thought. I have to check two bags and carry on my tote bag. Customs is going to be a nightmare.
5/15...-16 Home...and Home
An observation about England—it’s much more successfully multi-cultured. I saw a program in which the “English” Britain was feeling disenfranchised, but at the same time as I look about the airport, there are many cultures represented, at all levels of power. That’s really the difference, I think. I like it.
Anyway, got up, dressed, and all ready to go, then ate my little breakfast, got my invoice downstairs (having already paid for my room a few days ago), and set off. Got to Victoria, got ticket for the Gatwick Express, and then got to Gatwick. Checked in and went through customs questions and checked my bags. Please, please, please God look after my luggage. I’m freaked about the contents of the lavender bag. Went through the first security very uneventfully, bought some strawberry champagne extra jam and some cocoa at the shops, then headed to my gate. Then things got interesting. Security again. My boarding pass got torn in 2 by the check person at my gate, which means I got searched. I had a brief body search, and then they went through my bag—I’d unpacked into 2 because I thought I was done with security, and before boarding had to hastily shove everything into the one bag again, so it was difficult for them to unpack and repack. And funny. Crammed all but the Underground lunch tin purse back into the bag and climbed aboard.
I have confirmed that customs happen in Detroit, and that I claim my bags and then put them on a transfer belt when I’m through with customs.
I’m in 27-G and once again, there are 2 seats open in my four set. This whole plane, in fact, is very uncrowded. There are lots of open seats, and everyone has sort of spread out. Weird! It’s like we’re a private party!
Meal: Chicken tomato basil; couscous and green beans, cold; roll, risotto, cheese, and some cake and cream with raspberries. This is the most delicious airline meal I’ve ever had! It tasted like a restaurant, I think. I actually want to make this couscous and beans thing at home.
Now I’m watching Pan’s Labyrinth and sometimes I take a little break during torture and battery. You know, gore that is non-fantastical in nature. That I don’t want to watch on a plane or otherwise.
Ok, after Pan I needed something more lighthearted, so I watched Beauty and the Beast. I dropped off a bit, during “Be Our Guest” of all things, including one huge jerk awake. Then I watched Toy Story 2. I was not at all into the scenes of luggage being thrown around. Then, I played a game of mahjongg and then started some Broadway. Think I’ll work on customs in a few pages and then do some sudoku or something.
Important breaking news: This aircraft has a Depeche Mode channel in the music section! Get into it!
I’m thirsty.
So I did my customs form and then worked on my sudoku/logic book for a while. There were storms over Detroit, so we slowed up a bit—the storms were gone, but congestion was heavy—and then we ended up landing early because of turbulence.
Oh—I forgot to mention that we had a “light snack” of a tomato and cheese roll and some truly delicious Belgian coffee ice cream.
Anyway, we landed. Safely. You know, there was an extremely cute one-year-old baby boy on the flight with his Mom, and the baby didn’t cry—not once. He made some whines once in a while, but they were always short-lived, and he slept a lot. He seemed more interested in the flight, takeoff, landing, plane and all.
Ok, so back to this. Landed, whizzed through customs with no questions, resisted the temptation to check for damage in luggage, then went through more security. This is where customs karma bit me—I had bought the jam without any thought, forgetting that it’s large, and it’s jam. And it was confiscated. They offered to help me check it, but of course I’d checked 2 bags already, and they were already long gone.
Good feeling gone.
So, I walked away, and started crying. I’ve finally stopped, mostly, and am now waiting at my gate. I’m absurdly early, and there are vast amounts of clouds in the air indicating more storms, and the flight ahead of mine is already delayed. I just want to land and check my luggage.
(later) I am in the middle of a gate nightmare for the staff. This weather is wreaking havoc on the scheduling. Everyone’s gates keep changing as a result of storms and delays. It’s crazy! Quebec just got cancelled, Memphis got bumped ahead of Toledo. This is nuts.

“Quelle night” as Holly Golightly might say.
It is now 5/16. In a throwback to PEI’s “vacation that wouldn’t die” events, last night at 10:20 my flight was cancelled. They strung us along until the very last minute, which was irritating. They ended up cancelling, I think because they couldn’t get us on the ground by 11 when the crew had to be off.
Anyway, they had us get in lines for our “options” and I waited 15 minutes in line thinking I could get my luggage and drive, because they said driving was an option, and made it seem like it was, in addition to a free hotel (driving would be at our own expense, which is ludicrous). But by the time I got to the counter, I learned that all the car rental places would be CLOSED, and I’d have to wait 2-3 bloody hours for my bags. ZUT!
I was kind of rude to them because I was furious about being misled, and exhausted, and then of course I cried as the guy processed my 9 am flight for the next morning and my vouchers for hotel and meal. A shuttle picked scads of us up and took us to a Best Western. I had a huge room, two beds and a kitchenette, but it was a little scary. I don’t know what it was, it was just a feeling. I couldn’t make a call at first, even with my cc from my room because I was on a voucher, so I had to buy a $5 phone card, and finally got ahold of Babs (my ride) and my parents’ answering machine. I washed up and Mom called. When I say washed up, I mean I rinsed my mouth out and washed my face. All of my toiletries are in my luggage, which I don’t usually do. I only have my makeup.
Ok, boarded my plane, got going, landed largely without incident. The guy next to me was eating sushi before takeoff. Weird. He was nice though. Australian, I think.
I saw Babs as soon as I got in, and got my bags with little delay. Babs even brought me a little food for breakfast, which was nice; I hadn’t had any.
Got home, noticed no luggage damage, changed, and went straight back out.
The world has gone cuckoo bananas, as Lisa would say, in my absence.
Trip—over.

London

Don't you worry, kids. I am back from the wilds of London, England and the Detroit airport, and I am safe and sound.

Many, many things have happened in the past nine days, and I am working on a series of posts, so just sit tight until I can get with the program. Brain not working so good, especially since stamps seem to have gone up 2 cents in my absence and the post office thinks one of my apartments is vacant, which leads to a missing gas bill.

In the meantime, here is a brief selection of pictures from my London 2007 vacation.




(left) Bill and I do some heavy thinking.

(right) The Tower of London. They let me out with my head still attached.



(left) Windsor Castle garden-on-a-slope.

And, just so you know I'm not vain (WHY is my left eye always higher than my right in pictures? Is it that way in real life? Do I just raise my eyebrow too much? My face looks old.), here is a picture of me after a night's delay in Detroit, "sleeping" in a hotel after my forty-minute flight was cancelled.

Warning:Information About My Bosom Ahead

I know not everyone enjoys Victoria's Secret, and I used to have trouble shopping there, too. I had a complex, as I've mentioned before, and was irritated by the sometimes smug expression on the assistants' faces. Then, when I went up a bra size to a 34B, I found a lot more bras that fit me and everything was good.
This week I went to redeem a coupon for 10 bucks off an Angels bra. Since my favorite bra ever is the Angels lined demi with lace, I thought I could just get one of the new colors and have done with it. Sadly, my bra size is also the most common, and the pickings were kind of slim at this point. I actually like the new colors in other styles with the little cut out or embroidery patterns, and decided to try one of these, as well as the wireless. The wireless puckered in the cup in a strange place, and the other puckered under the arms. The girl said, "Oh, well, that usually happens if you're a lower band size. You're probably a 32B. " Great. So we (barely) find a few of those, and I tried them, and the first was snug. "Well, probably you're just used to the 34," said my assistant, and she's probably right, but the other was downright tight. I told her so, and she made no comment. And, in fact, the 32B still puckered strangely under the arms...which was clearly a fault of the bra's make, not my band size, since in fact the band fit perfectly in all but a small area at the top, exactly where the embroidery is.
Now, it is at this point that I realize, for the first time in VS, I am being greased. This girl is trying her hardest to sell a bra, and is not being fully honest with me. It was very irksome, especially since I am fully aware that band and cup size go up and down for a lot of reasons, and I can often wear anything from a 32B to a 34A to a 34B depending on the bra size. But aside from this, the girl just did not seem to be as aware as the assistants I usually have, but was also being ostensibly more persuasive. I didn't enjoy it.
All of this did not solve the problem I was having, which is that the store was out of most things that would fit me. The result, after 30-45 minutes? I bought a green Angels lined demi with lace...exactly the bra I had gone in there for, just in a color I wasn't anticipating. I love buying underwear, but this is the first time since my size went up that I have been very frustrated finding something that was comfortable. I am becoming that person who gets one type of bra because I can't be bothered looking at other things. It's not a good sign, because you know they'll just end up scrapping that bra.
The upside is that I got a free pair of undies and also bought a very cute pair to go with my new bra. It will match a few others I have, but I always like to have one super-matched set for special occasions.
New underpants rock!

"Trees and flowers await your love."

Do you love engrish.com? If not, you should. I'm not a big fan of the mocking part of it that sometimes crops up (ie, in the title), but the gathering of hilarious English makes me smile.

So, it's been pouring like water is going out of style today, and my Service Engine Soon light was on for the first time ever. The second question in my Saturn book regarding this problem is "Have you just driven through a big puddle?" Since the whole town has been a giant puddle, I've decided not to worry about this unless it stays on after I've driven the car a couple of times. Probably, the electrical system is just damp. Like everything else.

The secondary problem is that, while it has for the time being stopped raining, we are now under a tornado watch with potential storms moving in. Y'all know how unfond of stormy situations I am. If you aren't familiar, have we met? The work I have to do today is essentially finished, but I do have a reading to get to tonight, and some socializing out on the town later. Fingers crossed that whatever is going to happen is out of its system before I need to actually be outside. Otherwise, you know where I'll be: On my bed, where nothing bad can get me, under a blankie. That's right, I said blankie.

in which I waste time before I teach at 11:30

I just had (part of) the most disappointing cup of chai ever. I got it at Panera, and I drank some of it with no trouble, but then, I felt something I shouldn't...the milk, it transpires, had separated out. GROSS!
Now, I don't know exactly how chai is made, but I have never had a cuppa do this, and I have no idea what happened.
Happily, this is the only thing that has marred a morning that is beautiful outside, when I'm wearing a nice outfit and had a lovely and blemish-free Fresh Apple Pastry, also from Panera.
Guess I'll stick to Hazelnut coffee from now on, with five sugars and cream.
So. How you been? Things have been pretty hectic here, but I'm finally getting some free time for a couple of important projects, and of course treating myself to a bubble bath here or a nice breakfast there. I'm wearing my sweet red heels today, which almost cover the sunburn I got at the ballgames this weekend. Yeah...who ever puts sunscreen on their feet? Not me. I also appear to have missed that part of my back where my shirt rides up and my pants ride down. That's going to leave some interesting lines. No matter what I do, I can't ever seem to color, whether tan or burn, without odd streaks or spots. And April-May is the worst...the sunshine is so deceptive. I heard someone talking about not wanting weird lines because they were going to a wedding; I laughed out loud. Because really, who cares? Who cares, two weird girls at the game who were an absurd color of brown (as in, a strange color no human, no matter what race, should be) and then were checking their lines, which honest-to-goodness looked orange, or like that raw sienna crayon color? Guess what? Your skin will look like your leather shoes in about ten years. Have fun at your reunion.
Speaking of which, I have one coming up. Scary! Okay, I'm lying about that, it's not scary, except that the last ten years seem to have gone awfully quickly. I'm actually looking forward to seeing people and what they've been up to all this time. While I've been so busy becoming a published poet. Which is the spin I'll give it.
Well, it's birthday o'clock, which means it's time to get ready to go.

Wednesday. For no reason.

Right, so I know it's been a while, but I wanted to leave my Spartans up top for as long as possible.
In personal news, since talking about real news is a very mixed bag indeed, I bought some shoes yesterday. These and these.
This morning, I tried to drive to school, but I was running late and there were no spots in either lot I park in, which is nuts, and so I drove back home and walked to school. In my Skechers. So far, things are looking pretty good.
It's all just as well because I when I was driving I saw two people basically run stop signs and two people grossly ignore the stop line at intersections.

GO GREEN! GO WHITE!

NCAA HOCKEY CHAMPIONS 2007!

If you don't think that's unbelievably awesome, I can't help you.

The game was crazy. And by crazy I mean super-close. No one expected State to get that far, except us faithful Spartans who know the grit the team embodies. ESPN always calls them a "lunchbucket" team, which I love, because it exactly captures the patience and hard work they were throwing around last night. At one point, they were talking about one of Jeff Lerg's saves, and one announcer said, "It wasn't pretty to look at; it's not an oil painting. But he got the job done." A lot of what the Spartans threw down was pretty, some of it wasn't, but they also just played the game. It was physical (some of the pics on State's website show the loft after a few of the hits), it was tense, and if I shed a little tear as the last seconds ticked down, it was in appreciation of my all-time favorite hockey team looking like a National Championship team...

which they are.

Ladies, Insects, Requiems, and Emcees

Things I did that were not grading this weekend:

Baby shower! Much fun was had with a house full of girls and not a few babies. There's actually a picture of the mothers, babies, and pregnant lady that is too adorable for words.

Requiem! My church's choir sang Faure's Requiem during the 11 o'clock service Sunday. It was awesome fun. I really enjoyed hearing it, even if there was a little child on the opposite side of the congregation who we could hear talking through the whole thing. If your child is a chatterbox, there is a nursery, people! This Requiem is a big undertaking, and I'm pretty sure they were trying to record it.

Cabaret! While it seemed odd to attend Cabaret on a Sunday, I went ahead and did it anyway; after all, it's not really about the debauchery so much as it is the social clime and scary trends that were being largely ignored at the time. Highlights: former student as the emcee (a little weird to see his naked butt towards the end, but eh...it's the theater), a very lively Frenchie with the best sassy smile of the crowd, a rather dynamic lift that reminded me of the good old days, and the really interesting set choices. Drawbacks: I forget how loooooong the first act it (it is nearly two hours, and the second act, about 30-45 minutes. Ouch.)

Had a close brush with an indoor centipede!
Have I mentioned lately how much I hate them? I'm not ascared of much, but whenever I even look at one of these, it gives me a creepy feeling inside and makes me shudder. Even if it's in a picture. And if they're running, that's one hundred times worse. Bleh! So, when I was grading on Sunday night and looked down at my leg briefly, imagine my horror to find one ON ME! AHHHHH! I had a blanket on my lap, and there it was crawling up me. EW EW EW! I flicked it off me and then had to move my bag because it was probably going to crawl in there. Shudder. I feel so sorry for the three papers I was reading immediately following this incident because I'm pretty sure my comments will make no sense. Such was my distress.

Today, there are storms evidently rolling in, which will do no good for my centipede-jangled nerves.

Week in review

Funniest thing I've seen this week: Monty the cat pulling a balloon around by its string.
Funniest thing I've heard this week: There was a bird loose in my home-home, evidently. My parents had to chase it out.
Awesomest thing I've heard this week: Bath Boys' b-ball won the Class C state championships! Woot! I saw them almost win a year or two after I'd graduated, and I'm glad to hear they're still rocking out.
Saddest thing I've heard this week: The sound of blowing my nose, over and over and over and over...
Most energetic thing I've done this week: Tried to go have a dance workout in the rec; unfortunately, since it's dance marathon this weekend, all the studio spaces were full of setup, and half the courts, so I had a slightly nervy, quick workout in the squash court with windows after the flaggers (also displaced, I believe) were finished. Turns out my body is not really very in shape just now, and my arches, encased in pointe shoes for the first time in many months, were very cranky. It's not too late, though, and I have hopes--I felt better as the time went on, though the jello quotient of my legs was too high. Also learned that I do not like the rec when it's full.
Most tears shed this week: I admit it, I cried during Supernatural. Even though part of it was very sexy. It was a roller coaster.
Thing most looked forward to tomorrow: Getting groceries. I have no milk, bread, or Dr. Pepper, my three staples. Things are desperate!

If you're wondering...

...whether prom was a success, the answer is yes.
...how many people were there, the answer is I don't know, because they gave us more wristbands than the envelope said.
...if I now have the worst backache evah, the answer is yep.
...whether I got poems sent in the mail today, oh yeah, baby.
...if I'm getting essays today, which will be read while I am wearing jammies, yup.
...if I'm trying with all my heart to enjoy the last 23 minutes of this week's existence without essays, Oh my goodness, yes.
...if I'm super-geeked that MSU won an at-large bid to the NCAA playoffs for hockey, WHOO HOO!
...if I'm likewise super-geeked that both MSU and BG are in the second-round of the women's basketball NCAA tourney, yupyup! (although I am irritated that espn lists BG as BGU instead of BGSU. Duh, ESPN. You can spell out Delaware St but not add the correct letter to our Univ acronym?)
...whether it's time to teach...sadly, yes.

Slainte!

All right,
I know I haven't been blogging much lately, but I've been having an attack of the my-life-isn't-that-interesting-and-I'm-slightly-ashamed-I-haven't-been-doing-more anxiety.
I've been trying for three weeks now to get poems sent out, and at this point I've still only mostly decided what I'm going to send, which leaves the printing of many poems, the addressing of envelopes, the printing of cover letters, and the...
GAH...attacking of the fricking fruit fly/ies that has/ve taken over my office!
Ok...sorry. I don't know where these things came from, but they are aggravating.
Anyway, I have a lot to do and I haven't felt like doing really anything.
Tomorrow is Spring Harvest, a day of writing workshops from 10 to 4, and then Spring Harvest Prom from 9 to 1. We got some funding so the event is free, and open to all BGSU folks and guests, and we're hoping for a good turn out. We were unable to get a cash bar, but I'm well known for dancing so hard people think I'm drunk when I'm completely sober. I will be dressed in a fancy, backless blue dress (you know the one I mean) and look forward to partying like an Irish lass, involving much kicking up of the heels and getting fantastically sweaty.
Cheers.

Some tasks I accomplished on Spring Break:
Finished essays
Finished my new puzzle
Finished The Austere Academy
Reread Desert Eden (there's no graphic here; take my word for it it's steamy)
Did laundry
Got my hair cut
Got my car looked at
Visited a dance teacher's new studio
Watched old recital videos (ps I was in sweet shape when I was a senior in high school. I will look back on that year as the very best for my body, I think...not too skinny, nicely proportioned for a thin dance girl, healthy face. And I was good.)
Looked at pictures from the early 90s
Ate my mother's cooking
Watched The Prestige and The Illusionist
Watched the Spartans win a playoff hockey game from ONE ROW BEHIND THE BENCH. (If you're asking whether I enjoyed it, the answer is...yes. I have seldom, if ever, enjoyed seats more. Thanks, Mom.)

Some tasks I did not accomplish on Spring Break:
Getting work sent on to magazines (I did however collect magazine info)
Putting away my laundry
Watching Little Miss Sunshine and Marie Antoinette
Planning for my wings
Washing of quilt fabric
Really and truly relaxing. I tried so hard, so hard to just rest and not worry about anything coming up this week. But that's so difficult for me and, while I came close, I just didn't make it all the way. I did, however, take a nice bath last night that made me deliciously sleepy. To be honest, I kind of can't wait to make it back to bed.

Amazing Race--How I'd Fare

So, even though I don't watch the show, I thought it might be fun to speculate about how I might do on the Amazing Race if I were teamed up with a few different people of my circle. So here's a list, complete with how we would place or manage if we were to take on the Race.
Paired with:

• my sister--poorly. She's with child. If she weren't with child, probably we'd make it to third place, easily finding the sixpence buried in English soil by Stonehenge, but would walk off in a huff of irritation after trying to get directions from blondes in Malibu.
• Steve--heartbreakingly eliminated in 3rd to last place after squandering time trying to get clever with the igloo in Siberia, and then wandering off to see what Dostoevsky had been going on about. Curiously, I would not have this problem with Liss.
• Michelle--we're going all the way to the top, baby. Michelle and I can do no wrong; witness the near-disaster while driving with stuck windshield wipers in Lincoln, NE. We would be forced to use our wiles quite a bit on unprepared gentlemen in Botswana, but it would pay off when passing the once-dating-but-now-can't-bother-to-say-five-words-to-each-other team.
• Carrie--we'd rock hard in the make-clothes-out-of-leaves segment, but be toppled by the thirty-years married couple in the luge in the Alps. 4th place.
• Krissy--we'd come in second-to- last, failing to advance past the Andean lug-it-up-a-mountain challenge due to our complete inability to focus on tasks whilst talking in full flood.
• Patrick--5th place, I think. We'd breeze through the ancient Egyptian musical clue, but meet our doom in the ford-the-Colorado-River challenge when I am inexplicably kicked by a mule.
• Jelena--7th place; we'd get along fine up until we were required to find our next clue in the mud of Vulcano, Italy.
• Lisa--I'd totally coast on Lisa's good humor until 2nd place, where we'd lose because neither of us could bear to see the disappointment on the cute-twin-sister-and-brother team who need the money to go to college and jointly find the cure for cancer.
• Nate H--dead last, we wouldn't even leave the parking lot, and we wouldn't be speaking to each other. He knows why.
• Karin--8th place. We'd do great until we got to Tahiti and Karin utterly refuses to wear shorts.
• Elisa--we'd make it to a healthy 6th place, but be eliminated when a: I can't stop stopping in Lush stores everywhere we go and b: in Brazil, Elisa can't stop stopping to take pictures of cute bugs.

So there it is. I could go on forever. Where would you place?

Oh no! Pre-spring break is ruining my brain!

I was all set to write a quickie post with my five favorites of things, like stand-up comedians and lines from Supernatural. And then I realized that no one is interested in any of those things and I really couldn't think of five of anything else that I like, and now I don't have a single interesting thing to write about. Is it possible to have blog writers block? Because that seems very counterintuitive. It's also raining today and it's making me wicked sleepy even though I could probably come up with a million things I should be doing, like grading essays and preparing more stuff for class the week we get back from break, and sending emails and working on lists and calendars and posters and press releases for Spring Harvest Prom and on my flyer for the workshop I'm doing.
I want to go home.