Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Oh I just don't know where to begin

Thanks to our friend Chris (Thanks Chris!!) we saw Elvis Costello perform with the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra on Saturday night. Elvis's dorky glasses won my heart at an early age, so it was exciting to see him perform. The show was much different than the Ben Folds's performance with the symphony that we saw in November. Elvis wrote a score for A Mid Summer Night's Dream that the symphony performed without him to start off. This part would have been much more enjoyable if half the audience had arrived on time. The staff of the Meyerhoff Symphony Hall was letting hundreds of people sit down right in the middle of the performance. Bravo Baltimore, Bravo! Rookie ball, you don't see that happen at the Kennedy Center. Aside from the rude people, and my ultra snotty reaction to them, the concert got better as it went on. By the end, Elvis had rocked out with the symphony to so many of my favorite tunes. He even added a TV cop show style theme song to his orchestral arrangement of "Watching the Detectives." How cool is that? Very cool I tell you. Overall, he did much better with the symphony than Folds did. Perhaps it is his maturity, or his wider range of musical styles and abilities that made him sound better. Whatever it was, it was my greatest trip to Baltimore in a while. We didn't even have to hide from anyone, it was great. Oh, and did I mention that it was free? Everything is better when it is free (Thanks again Chris!!).

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Free Cone Day!

Today is free cone day at Ben & Jerry's.

So stop what you are doing, and get your ass over there.

You can thank me later.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

Come join me, dance with me

While cruising up and down the aisles of the grocery store today, searching for important items like english muffins and root beer, the Macarena came on loudly. Yes, the Macarena. Squelshing my body from dancing to the greatest one hit wonder of all time was difficult. Extremely difficult. It was as if my brain had been re-programmed so that when I heard the voices of Los Del Rio singing wildly about the girl all the boys think is buena, I had to dance. I had visions of my fellow shoppers and I joining together in synchronized dancing up and down the frozen food section. The older white haired woman in a red cardigan putting down her package of chicken to repeatedly cross and uncross her arms in the manner that even Al Gore came to know and love. It would have been bliss. We all would have come together for one last recreation of the summer of 1996. Unfortunately, we didn't. I had to settle for a little head bopping and hip shaking, behavior that is more befitting a grocery shopper. But I can't stop thinking about how nice it would have been if everyone, for one last time, was able to move with me jam with me.

Friday, April 21, 2006

Golden

Golden

Einstein memorial outside of the National Academy of Sciences Building.

Photo Friday entry for Golden.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

My memory map

Until today I thought that Google Earth was the coolest thing ever. Then I found Windows Live Local and am now convinced it is the coolest thing ever.

This photo is of my parent's house. They have owned it for 28 years, so all of my childhood memories are based around this plot of land. Click on it to get a bigger version and check out some of the notes that I left.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Full



This was taken before the first Washington Nationals home game, ever, in April 2005. I had never seen the Metro this packed before, but it was thrilling to see so many Washingtonians excited about baseball.

Several innings, and several beers, after this photo was taken I ran into George Will. And by ran into I actually mean walked into the guy. Now while I am not a fan of his political views, any baseball fan must appreciate his knowledge and love of the game. So upon realizing that I just bumped into George Will, I gathered my composure and thoughtfully crafted the most eloquent string of words that any human has ever put together. I looked up at him and poetically uttered, "Hey, you are George Will." It must have sounded like Shakespeare.

Monday, April 17, 2006

Actual email I had to send today

Hello everyone,

I am sorry to have to send out this information in an email, but I need to
make sure that everyone is being responsible for the bathroom. Please do
not flush anything down the toilet that should not go in the
toilet. Also, as a courtesy to your fellow employees, do not leave the
bathroom if the toilet is overflowing expecting someone else to clean up
after you. As you are aware, we do not have a maintenance department and
there are plungers in each bathroom for this very purpose.

Thank you,

Meaghan

This was right after a few of my coworkers crowned me the Queen of the Bathroom, Queen of the Toilet, Queen of the Plunger, the list went on and on.

But to me, it was more like the Queen of the Damned.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Why spring kicks ass

Waking up on a Saturday morning and reading a book on the lanai.
Driving with the windows down.
Wearing a tank top while running.
Baseball.
Grilling burgers.
Eating outside.
The peaceful homey feeling that listening to the lawnmower brings.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Organized

Stars

Each of these stars, from the World War Two Memorial, represent a hundred lives that were lost during the war. There are 4,000 stars in total.

For those of you who have not been there, the bottom part of the shot is a reflection.

My Photo Friday entry for Organized.

Cheney was booed

Sunny.

Mid Seventies.

Afternoon off.

Baseball home opener.

It only could have been better if they won.

Monday, April 10, 2006

It's a mad mad mad mad internet

A year and a half ago, while travelling, I was determined to find a cool pair of sunglasses. I looked, as Dave can attest to, in every shop in every city we went to. After a month of searching, I still had not found the pair that I wanted.

So, for my birthday, Dave went into a shop near our hotel in Vienna and bought me a silly pink pair of sunglasses. As you can tell from the photo, they were meant as a gag. (The hat is a separate funny story that I am not going to get into right now)


The large pink glasses became an ongoing joke between us. I think of Vienna and I think of those stupid sunglasses.

Fast-forward to today. I came across a cool site via flickr. Someone has merged google maps with the Vienna U-Bahn map, and linked photos to each metro stop. As I am clicking through the photos of key Vienna sites, I decide to check out the photos from the stop near our hotel. By some bizarre chance, I kid you not, the first photo is of rows of sunglasses in a shop near our hotel. One of them is even pink.

What are the fucking chances of that? Of all the sunglass joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she had to walk into mine.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Back in the saddle again

Hi guys, I am back.

I had my first ballpark beer of the baseball season yesterday and I am officially back into mind-numbing, frantic screaming baseball mode. Aren't you excited?

My boys played in Baltimore yesterday and despite the rain, and the 44 degree gametime temperature, it was fabulous. As always, Baltimore was swamped with Red Sox fans. You know that Baltimore has some issues when their team is boo'ed, at home, when they take the field. I actually wish that Baltimore had a better franchise, but they won't until their owner Peter Angelos is thrown under a moving truck. That guy has not only driven the O's into the ground, but he has prevented Nationals fans in Washington from watching their games on TV. He should stick to chasing ambulances.

The boys looked good last night, especially Schilling. It was weird watching Kevin Millar bat against him, but I don't really miss the guy. The best part of the whole game was watching Manny actually run. He made two great catches in left, disputing my beliefs, and proving that he actually can run. Not fast, but he can run.

It is early, but things looked good. Willie Mo needs to learn how to take a few pitches, several people need to pay attention to base running, buy overall I am pleased with the start of the season.

Now if only I could get my fantasy team, The Fenway Franks, to play that well.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Scribbling

Frank McCourt spoke tonight at the Smithsonian. Of course I called today to get a ticket, but it was sold out. I went anyway, determined to get in. They weren't selling any more so I paraded myself up and down the line of fifty and sixty somethings, asking if anyone had an extra ticket. Lots of blank stares and shaking heads until one lovely woman spoke up. She handed me a ticket, and as I reached for my cash she brushed my hand away. "It's an extra" she said smiling at me. Like she was my fairy godmother.

He is as brilliant a speaker as he is a writer. After thirty years of teaching in public high schools he can probably speak well to any audience.

I even got to look into his bad eyes and have him sign my copy of "Teacher Man". It was a good night.


"Nothing is significant until you make it significant." -Frank McCourt on writing

Monday, April 03, 2006

A very Merry Unbirthday

I usually make a big deal of my half birthday. And by big deal I mean telling everyone that I come across throughout the day that it is my half birthday, like I am six. I can't really explain the significance of this holiday, except that clearly I just like talking about myself.

This year however, I completely forgot. Nothing. I did not even think about it once today, or anytime this past week. I typed the date at least twenty five times today. What the hell? Perhaps it is because I am staring thirty down like a bad western.

The only reason that I do know that it is my half birthday, is because mon petit ami surprised me with flowers on my way in the door. After three plus years he knows me better than I do.

That is good people right there.

Sunday, April 02, 2006

One life saved, another lost.

It has been a busy weekend for my former colleges.

First, Jill Carroll returned home safe and The Daily Collegian rejoiced.

Second, the Gamecock reported that Cocky died of bird flu.

You win some, you lose some.

But Dave knows that best this weekend.