Because I won't remember her name otherwise:
The name of the lead singer for Frou Frou is "Imogen Heap" (Irish/Gaelic for "maiden" or maybe Latin for "innocent" althogh I prefer to translate it as De-ish for "creative pile of stuff."). She has a couple of solo albums which sound like they might be even better than "Details" but of course that may take a few thousand rotations to find out.
2.21.2006
Remind you of anyone?
(Karen Dotrice as "Jane Banks.")
So I'm watching Mary Poppins with Ray and Lee when I say to myself, "That girl looks familiar...in fact...she looks like what Jackie must have looked like as a kid."
I look at the picture of the girl now, and not so much. But there's something about her when she moves that, when I told Lee, made him laugh out loud.
Hm....
(Karen Dotrice as "Jane Banks.")
So I'm watching Mary Poppins with Ray and Lee when I say to myself, "That girl looks familiar...in fact...she looks like what Jackie must have looked like as a kid."
I look at the picture of the girl now, and not so much. But there's something about her when she moves that, when I told Lee, made him laugh out loud.
Hm....
2.16.2006
Days of late.
Valentine's Day: Lee bought me cough drops, the right kind. I felt much better.
Day After Valentine's Day: We played cribbage, and he beat me two games out of three. I haven't played for at least five years, and he's been playing every day over lunch break with the guys at work. It was close all three games, and I loved it.
Today: Lee watched Ray and made supper so I could work on a writing project. I didn't finish it, not even close.
Love is in the details. The details and the sparkle in the eyes.
Valentine's Day: Lee bought me cough drops, the right kind. I felt much better.
Day After Valentine's Day: We played cribbage, and he beat me two games out of three. I haven't played for at least five years, and he's been playing every day over lunch break with the guys at work. It was close all three games, and I loved it.
Today: Lee watched Ray and made supper so I could work on a writing project. I didn't finish it, not even close.
Love is in the details. The details and the sparkle in the eyes.
2.10.2006
Buffalo Soldiers.
Today, our diversity council sponsored a presntation by a living-history Buffalo Soldiers group for Black History Month. The Buffalo Soldiers were four infantry and two calvary divisions of the US army formed in 1866. The first Black regular army soldiers (the ones that fought in the Civil War were volunteers), the divisions were sent to the Western frontier to fight in the Indian Wars, since the white folks back East were a little leery of having whole divisions of armed, trained Black men in the area.
The troops built forts; guarded settlers, railroads, and even the Wells Fargo stagecoaches; drove illegal settlers out of Native American territory; and fought against the tribes in the area (although they never participated in any of the infamous massacres). They got their name from some of the tribes in the area--buffalo were the most respected of animals, with immense strength and endurance, and with a similar hairdo. The Buffalo Soldiers were some of the most decorated soldiers in the West, and they had the lowest desertion rate of anyone in the army.
One of the calvary divisions, the 10th Calvary, continues to this day (although not segregated). It was disbanded for a while, but will shortly return to Colorado Springs.
Interesting stuff.
Today, our diversity council sponsored a presntation by a living-history Buffalo Soldiers group for Black History Month. The Buffalo Soldiers were four infantry and two calvary divisions of the US army formed in 1866. The first Black regular army soldiers (the ones that fought in the Civil War were volunteers), the divisions were sent to the Western frontier to fight in the Indian Wars, since the white folks back East were a little leery of having whole divisions of armed, trained Black men in the area.
The troops built forts; guarded settlers, railroads, and even the Wells Fargo stagecoaches; drove illegal settlers out of Native American territory; and fought against the tribes in the area (although they never participated in any of the infamous massacres). They got their name from some of the tribes in the area--buffalo were the most respected of animals, with immense strength and endurance, and with a similar hairdo. The Buffalo Soldiers were some of the most decorated soldiers in the West, and they had the lowest desertion rate of anyone in the army.
One of the calvary divisions, the 10th Calvary, continues to this day (although not segregated). It was disbanded for a while, but will shortly return to Colorado Springs.
Interesting stuff.
2.09.2006
Adventure Quest.
While Lee lived in West Lafayette, IN, he gamed with a guy named Dan Lawrence. Dan created a game system called Adventure Quest. Lee created a character who decided to make a god. The character picked a bum off the street and called him...
Scrogg.
See page 310, but only if you're over the age of eighteen, which is also the age requirement to play one of his worshippers. With good reason.
While Lee lived in West Lafayette, IN, he gamed with a guy named Dan Lawrence. Dan created a game system called Adventure Quest. Lee created a character who decided to make a god. The character picked a bum off the street and called him...
Scrogg.
See page 310, but only if you're over the age of eighteen, which is also the age requirement to play one of his worshippers. With good reason.
2.01.2006
Wedding.
My brother Matt got married to Erica last Saturday. It was good. On the one hand, it was good because nothing went so wrong that it couldn't be fixed. Little things went amiss, causing worry and distraction and tears, but they were soon fixed. I mean, come on. The bridesmaids all wore strapless dresses, and while they all looked good, if that wasn't a disaster waiting to happen, I don't know what would be. On the other hand, it was good because it was good. They got married. It was good.
Erica's speech at the reception started out, "I'd like to thank the people at Cover Girl for making waterproof makeup..." She'd started crying on the way up the aisle, and I think about half the women in the church started crying with her. I did. I got myself back together before I had to stand up and read, and then I almost started crying again during the readings. Silly old girls, I guess.
Ray was one of the flower girls. She and the other girl, Erica's niece Jasmine, were as good as two little giggly girls can be. They walked straight up the middle of the church and stood where they were supposed to, and we didn't even need to bribe them.
I got to see my cousin Heather, her husband Ian, their daughter Xia Mara (which means "Ready for Battle" if I remember it correctly), and Ian's son Elric, who has maraschino cherry-colored hair. I haven't seen her for at least ten years, probably more. It was good to talk to her, even though half the time we had to yell at each other and repeat ourselves. Ian is exactly the sort of man I would have picked out for her, so that's all right, too. And Elric is the kind of adolescent who can take teasing about his name with good humor, which is pretty remarkable.
There are other things I'm not saying, but, all in all, my brother is getting married. I told Mom before I left, "I feel like he's getting really married this time." He's grown into a good man, and it's good to see that he's with someone who will make him laugh and tease him as they grow old.
My brother Matt got married to Erica last Saturday. It was good. On the one hand, it was good because nothing went so wrong that it couldn't be fixed. Little things went amiss, causing worry and distraction and tears, but they were soon fixed. I mean, come on. The bridesmaids all wore strapless dresses, and while they all looked good, if that wasn't a disaster waiting to happen, I don't know what would be. On the other hand, it was good because it was good. They got married. It was good.
Erica's speech at the reception started out, "I'd like to thank the people at Cover Girl for making waterproof makeup..." She'd started crying on the way up the aisle, and I think about half the women in the church started crying with her. I did. I got myself back together before I had to stand up and read, and then I almost started crying again during the readings. Silly old girls, I guess.
Ray was one of the flower girls. She and the other girl, Erica's niece Jasmine, were as good as two little giggly girls can be. They walked straight up the middle of the church and stood where they were supposed to, and we didn't even need to bribe them.
I got to see my cousin Heather, her husband Ian, their daughter Xia Mara (which means "Ready for Battle" if I remember it correctly), and Ian's son Elric, who has maraschino cherry-colored hair. I haven't seen her for at least ten years, probably more. It was good to talk to her, even though half the time we had to yell at each other and repeat ourselves. Ian is exactly the sort of man I would have picked out for her, so that's all right, too. And Elric is the kind of adolescent who can take teasing about his name with good humor, which is pretty remarkable.
There are other things I'm not saying, but, all in all, my brother is getting married. I told Mom before I left, "I feel like he's getting really married this time." He's grown into a good man, and it's good to see that he's with someone who will make him laugh and tease him as they grow old.
1.23.2006
Now that's a sexy pan.
From the Chef's cookware catalogue:
"Nonstick Mini Cheesecake Pan with removable bottoms for easy release."
I bet you could make tarts in there, too.
From the Chef's cookware catalogue:
"Nonstick Mini Cheesecake Pan with removable bottoms for easy release."
I bet you could make tarts in there, too.
1.21.2006
Rachaelism of the Day:
(This is a "that's my daughter" thing.)
Ray's on her computer. She has her headphones on because her dad put them on her while I was taking a nap. She sees something she wants to show me, stands up, and runs over to my chair, saying "Look!"
She pulls the headphones out of their jack.
She stops. Looks at the computer, looks at me. Walks dejectedly back to the computer.
"Oh, maaaaaaan."
I was laughing too hard to see what it was she wanted me to look at.
(This is a "that's my daughter" thing.)
Ray's on her computer. She has her headphones on because her dad put them on her while I was taking a nap. She sees something she wants to show me, stands up, and runs over to my chair, saying "Look!"
She pulls the headphones out of their jack.
She stops. Looks at the computer, looks at me. Walks dejectedly back to the computer.
"Oh, maaaaaaan."
I was laughing too hard to see what it was she wanted me to look at.
1.20.2006
[Sniffs] I'm so proud...
Focus on the Family has cut off their banking relationship with Wells Fargo, because of "the bank’s ongoing efforts to advance the radical homosexual agenda."
Further:
"We at Focus on the Family respect the worth and dignity of every human being. We are not attacking the gay individual, nor are we singling out Wells Fargo employees for censure. We had the opportunity to work with many Wells Fargo staff while in relationship with the bank, and we know firsthand the good job they do. However, we feel that the aggressive agenda of the homosexual movement and its activists is harmful to families, and we believe it is time to stand up and fight that. Our decision is not personal, but principled, and we trust our constituents and others will respect it."
Is it enough to not be the ones directly responsible for the evil that happens to gay people, because so many of us have been taught to feel nausea whenever the subject comes up? Christianity is all about love. "The greatest of these is love." Not faith--if faith tells you something that love contradicts, faith is wrong. Love doesn't tell you to boycott a company because they support fair treatment of their gay employees and customers--of their family.
FoF is next door to my building. I'm proud to work where I do.
Focus on the Family has cut off their banking relationship with Wells Fargo, because of "the bank’s ongoing efforts to advance the radical homosexual agenda."
Further:
"We at Focus on the Family respect the worth and dignity of every human being. We are not attacking the gay individual, nor are we singling out Wells Fargo employees for censure. We had the opportunity to work with many Wells Fargo staff while in relationship with the bank, and we know firsthand the good job they do. However, we feel that the aggressive agenda of the homosexual movement and its activists is harmful to families, and we believe it is time to stand up and fight that. Our decision is not personal, but principled, and we trust our constituents and others will respect it."
Is it enough to not be the ones directly responsible for the evil that happens to gay people, because so many of us have been taught to feel nausea whenever the subject comes up? Christianity is all about love. "The greatest of these is love." Not faith--if faith tells you something that love contradicts, faith is wrong. Love doesn't tell you to boycott a company because they support fair treatment of their gay employees and customers--of their family.
FoF is next door to my building. I'm proud to work where I do.
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