Because I feel unoriginal yet inspired, here are some lists a la Tyra Banks.
Favorite Breeds of Dogs:
(even though I'm allergic and prefer dog people to actual dogs)
1. Pugs
2. Corgies
3. Shih-Tzus
4. Daschunds--the sweet ones that don't bark
5. Papillons
Favorite Desserts:
1. Itsu's Ice Shave (Hilo, Hawai'i)
2. Cafe 100's Peach/Pineapple Turnover (also Hilo)
3. Nestle's Toll House Chocolate Chip Cookies
4. Hazelnut Gelato
5. Fresh Strawberry Shortcake
Things that make me happy:
1. Drawings from my niece and nephew
2. Knowing I've made a difference in the lives of my students
3. Cappy's deep belly laugh
4. Emails and "talking story" with my mom
5. Working out at the gym
6. Onekahakaha Beach with my niece, nephew, and Cappy
7. These words/phrases: "Fax Successful" "Yes!" "Receiving message" "Meeting Cancelled" "Your reservation is confirmed" "This is not a bill" "
Favorite All-Time Songs:
(a few of many...)
1. The Unforgettable Fire- U2
2. Where's the Ocean -Toni Childs
3. Perfect Circle-REM
4. Island of Life-Kitaro
5. Question of Lust-Depeche Mode
6. In this Heart-Sinead O'Connor
7. Over and Over-Morcheeba
8. Song to the Siren-This Mortal Coil
9. Marlene Dietrich's Favorite Poem-Peter Murphy
Guilty Pleasures:
1. Star, In Touch, and Us and me--uninterrupted on the couch by the window
2. Spa Chair pedicures
3. Vh-1's Behind the Music
4. True Crime on screen or in print
5. Costco samples--even though I KNOW what an English Muffin tastes like...
6. Listening to DeBarge, the Jets, and Klymaxx at work.
More lists to come. Or maybe not.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Todd
It's been a long while. So long in fact that I've nearly forgotten that I have a blog. As of late, and as usual these days, I can't be asked to spend recreational time on the computer apart from work. My diary is not online, things have been hectic, and I've been forgetting to jot down potential entries. And also toss in a cold/flu that has lapsed and relapsed more times than necessary.
A bit of a catch up then?
As you know, and if you don't-- i'm still mired in the world of educational technology. I remain the dispassionate one about pastries as i swirl about in my day-to-day world of baked goods. That said, I have have learned why Microsoft's Vista is clever yet vindictive, and why the ADDIE Model and Rapid Prototype Development may become a part of my daily vocabulary. Good times indeed.
Thankfully, I have tossed many other bean bags in up the air... and some due to for landing any time now : )
And I'm not to thrilled to report that the Tubular One is now no longer a senior citizen. According to her vet, she's now geriatric. I've been contemplating the purchase of the book, Older Dogs for Dummies to help her deal with her challenges. The spark in her eye has dimmed, but she still hobbles around on her constant search for baby carrots. From the way she keeps her nose to the ground, I'm not convinced she believes that her bc's actually come from the refrigerator.
I've devoured these two films in the past week or so: Jesus Camp and Devil's Playground
In a recent past life, I must have been a religious fanatic. I feel that I was isolated geographically and emotionally from the outside world. Kept away from things and shunned from others. One who lived and breathed dogma, pleats, and pastels. Maybe I ate copious amounts of jello mold and smiled at people I didn't like? There's no other explanation for my recent Christian coalition of film.
I am fascinated by the ways and ideas that overly govern lives. I certainly believe that a higher power gives strength and is a spiritual compass, and is a code of conduct, etc. But it rings highly untrue for me. Yet, the lifestyles of the fanatic utterly fascinate me, albeit from a double glass window perspective.
Thus, I am certain of the strenuous imprisonment that I must have faced in a recent past life. Since I was young, I've had an aversion to any/all types of commitment. Identity, politics, sexuality, geography, religion, awareness--you name it. For my sins, I'll be born into a tightly knit Mennonite community. Then in my next, you'll certainly find me running guns and girls for the Lord.
Oh and I have to mention Top Design. My hairstylist/drag queen Scott claims that another interior design show was much better Top Design. Let me just say that I'd watch anything hosted by Todd Oldham. He is the cutest design nerd, like the boy I used to have a crush on in junior high school. What is it about this man? His misshapen hair and smile? His cartoon-like voice? His sincerity? His hipster downtown clown fashion?
I want Todd to be my best friend. I want to take him shopping, I want to invite him to my dinner parties, and meet him for happy hour after work on Fridays. The show is itself is OK, the contestants are boring, and the judges aren't that exciting either. But, with a host like Todd Oldham, it doesn't matter. He so totally rocks.
A bit of a catch up then?
As you know, and if you don't-- i'm still mired in the world of educational technology. I remain the dispassionate one about pastries as i swirl about in my day-to-day world of baked goods. That said, I have have learned why Microsoft's Vista is clever yet vindictive, and why the ADDIE Model and Rapid Prototype Development may become a part of my daily vocabulary. Good times indeed.
Thankfully, I have tossed many other bean bags in up the air... and some due to for landing any time now : )
And I'm not to thrilled to report that the Tubular One is now no longer a senior citizen. According to her vet, she's now geriatric. I've been contemplating the purchase of the book, Older Dogs for Dummies to help her deal with her challenges. The spark in her eye has dimmed, but she still hobbles around on her constant search for baby carrots. From the way she keeps her nose to the ground, I'm not convinced she believes that her bc's actually come from the refrigerator.
I've devoured these two films in the past week or so: Jesus Camp and Devil's Playground
In a recent past life, I must have been a religious fanatic. I feel that I was isolated geographically and emotionally from the outside world. Kept away from things and shunned from others. One who lived and breathed dogma, pleats, and pastels. Maybe I ate copious amounts of jello mold and smiled at people I didn't like? There's no other explanation for my recent Christian coalition of film.
I am fascinated by the ways and ideas that overly govern lives. I certainly believe that a higher power gives strength and is a spiritual compass, and is a code of conduct, etc. But it rings highly untrue for me. Yet, the lifestyles of the fanatic utterly fascinate me, albeit from a double glass window perspective.
Thus, I am certain of the strenuous imprisonment that I must have faced in a recent past life. Since I was young, I've had an aversion to any/all types of commitment. Identity, politics, sexuality, geography, religion, awareness--you name it. For my sins, I'll be born into a tightly knit Mennonite community. Then in my next, you'll certainly find me running guns and girls for the Lord.
Oh and I have to mention Top Design. My hairstylist/drag queen Scott claims that another interior design show was much better Top Design. Let me just say that I'd watch anything hosted by Todd Oldham. He is the cutest design nerd, like the boy I used to have a crush on in junior high school. What is it about this man? His misshapen hair and smile? His cartoon-like voice? His sincerity? His hipster downtown clown fashion?
I want Todd to be my best friend. I want to take him shopping, I want to invite him to my dinner parties, and meet him for happy hour after work on Fridays. The show is itself is OK, the contestants are boring, and the judges aren't that exciting either. But, with a host like Todd Oldham, it doesn't matter. He so totally rocks.
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