or at least she has rock star hair and a penchant for overexposure. Oh and for tequila. Mexican tequila. Authentic, Mexican tequila. Mixed with Cointreau and fresh lime. Salted rim. Shoot it down.
We're off to John Heffron tonight and have running, gym and all manner of other things (like food) to manage in between.
But we're still alive (despite last night's tequila) and we're ready to roll.
Right - back to sweeping up bits of clipped Velcro butt hair
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Friday, May 09, 2008
detroit_derby_girls are hot
So hot in fact that I can't get a ticket for tomorrow night and have been reduced to scouring Craigslist in search of cast offs. Not quite desperate enough to post an "I need tickets" ad - but getting to that point.
Call me old fashioned but the idea of missing a bunch of tattoo'd lesbians banging into each other at high velocity sticks in my craw (wherever that is). And it's a much better use of rollerskate than Andrew Lloyd Webber's Starlight Express.
Call me old fashioned but the idea of missing a bunch of tattoo'd lesbians banging into each other at high velocity sticks in my craw (wherever that is). And it's a much better use of rollerskate than Andrew Lloyd Webber's Starlight Express.
Brrr-BQ
Did you see what I did with that title? Clever huh?
Anyway tonight we're going to attempt a barbeque... despite the fact that the evening temperatures are still plummeting faster than Hillary's chance of being the Democrat nominee.
It'll be fun though. Some burgers, some fish, some veggie things - lots of beer and a dozen people.
Certainly enough to put me back a couple of days on the diet.
Anyway tonight we're going to attempt a barbeque... despite the fact that the evening temperatures are still plummeting faster than Hillary's chance of being the Democrat nominee.
It'll be fun though. Some burgers, some fish, some veggie things - lots of beer and a dozen people.
Certainly enough to put me back a couple of days on the diet.
Thursday, May 08, 2008
The unwell couple
We were supposed to hit the gym last night - but instead we both lay on the sofa nursing various injuries and ailments and generally indulging in the healing power of 'Competition Reality' TV.
On the list at the moment we have Beauty and the Geek, America's Next Top Model, Top Chef, Last Restaurant Standing, Farmer Wants a wife (kinda), Hell's Kitchen and American Idol (oh and Dancing with the Stars).
Sweat, tantrums and sequins abound on our TV ---> but when you're wiped out by training, allergies and odd swellings then it's not a bad place to be.
Had an 'effectiveness tracking' company in at work who told us that people were attentive during Top Chef but not during Idol. Which is weird as she then showed that people had better recall of what went on in the breaks on Idol than anything else.
My theory, that when the numbers of contestants are high Top Chef splits people into teams and gives each team significant screen time on a single task - whereas Idol has 12 people, 12 critiques and 12 songs to remember,,, making recall of any one harder seemed to fall on ears deafened by too much time in Excel and not enough on bus.
Anyway here's a pic of us looking sick and slightly green around the gills.
On the list at the moment we have Beauty and the Geek, America's Next Top Model, Top Chef, Last Restaurant Standing, Farmer Wants a wife (kinda), Hell's Kitchen and American Idol (oh and Dancing with the Stars).
Sweat, tantrums and sequins abound on our TV ---> but when you're wiped out by training, allergies and odd swellings then it's not a bad place to be.
Had an 'effectiveness tracking' company in at work who told us that people were attentive during Top Chef but not during Idol. Which is weird as she then showed that people had better recall of what went on in the breaks on Idol than anything else.
My theory, that when the numbers of contestants are high Top Chef splits people into teams and gives each team significant screen time on a single task - whereas Idol has 12 people, 12 critiques and 12 songs to remember,,, making recall of any one harder seemed to fall on ears deafened by too much time in Excel and not enough on bus.
Anyway here's a pic of us looking sick and slightly green around the gills.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
I used to be funnier
This Woman’s Work // 3 of 3 // A Series for the Face The Fear group
Originally uploaded by Lady Vervaine
So I've decided to do that again. To listen to conversations. To take buses (there is no subway here). To get in touch with my inner Alan Bennett and attempt to find warmth in bleakness.
That said this ain't the funniest of posts - is it?
Oh Idol. I get more hits when I talk about American idol than when I don't and I'm a hits whore. So here we go. Last night was Rock and Roll Hall of Fame night. Which I think translates a "we can't get a celeb" night. Instead the four remaining contenders were asked to pick two songs each from the big old Cleveland jukebox which they'd then murder.
David Archuleta - the singing Bobblehead in the magic pants was very good by all accounts. I can't really remember what he sang. Other than "Love me Tender". I actually liked this choice of song as it was cast in a new light by the fact that he seems obsessed with masturbation. Want proof? Check out his favorite quote on the Idol site - "You'll never be lonely if you learn to befriend yourself"... I tell you the boy is only a week away from "The man with the child in his eyes", "Feel it" and "Turning Japanese". Oh he did "Stand by me" too - doubtless some kind of Mormon Circle Jerk reference.
Syesha Mercado went from cut priced Whitney to low rent Tina with her copycat "Proud Mary" though her "Change is gonna come" was a lot better. I'm actually warming to this girl, even if she's all varnish and no nail.
Jason Castro was truly appalling. First he believed that having dreads qualified him to stumble through Bob Marley. He stuttered, he swayed, he looked ashamed, my Marley span fast enough to plow a furrow in the field in which he is buried. Then he decided that as a follow up he'd forget the words to a Bob Dylan song. If only he'd forgotten his way to the stage he'd have saved a remarkably lucid Paula from having to grope for a positive thing to say about his heart, his spirit and his authenticity. Watching Castro you had to feel for Carly the bat winged bruiser and lizard spouse -- she was in the audience with "I lost to this?" written all over her face. I'd not be surprised to see it tattooed there tomorrow.
Finally David Cook. His Hungry Like The Wolf was off key, shouty and rather dull. His Baba O'Reilly was much better. And he seems to be losing weight. Which will be good practice for losing the final.
Okay - so noy funny but the hits will be up and I'm already hanging out at the water cooler in search of inspiration.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
I don't have cancer
Just got the results of my CT scan
And I don't have cancer
Again
Which is good
Though I'm still not great at holding my breath for the time needed to get a decent scan.
Not a bad trade off though.
And I don't have cancer
Again
Which is good
Though I'm still not great at holding my breath for the time needed to get a decent scan.
Not a bad trade off though.
The days just fly by
I'm really busy at work at the moment - and enjoying it so much that I often check my watch and find that it's way past the time that the canteen has closed and that I've missed lunch. While this might not be the healthiest way to diet it's certainly effective - and over the past week I've lost 3lbs.
My weight, I've decided independant of any real evidence, is corrolated to just how interested I am in the world around me. The more engaged I get - the thinner I get. Ruts show on my waistline.
Of course the last time I was really enjoying myself was on a pitch - and that was when I was told that I was full of tumors that may kill me. But the tumors were, I insist, a physical manifestation of the resentment I felt at being 'trapped' in a job. I get weird like that sometimes - I blame Sydney. It was a very Crystals and Tantric Chants kind of place.
Feeling the need to visit Sydney right now. Have an old friend opening a wine bar in The Rocks that looks fabulous and I'd like to be there to see the opening ---> as well as to have the opportunity to see Chris and Ray's little slice of heaven taking shape.
Only problem is time. With Cyprus in a couple of weeks, friends in in august, my parents coming over, Uganda in December and a possible trip out to Asia to meet up with some people who are moving in that direction.
Everyone it seems is doing interesting stuff. Jude is saving the world, we have friends travelling the world, friends moving to and living in Africa, friends moving to Asia to do innovation, friends taking time out to learn about fashion before heading to Brazil, friends opening bars in australia, friends setting up sculpture parks, friends in bands and friends with books on the shelf and movie deals in the works.
What I need to do next is get interesting again
My weight, I've decided independant of any real evidence, is corrolated to just how interested I am in the world around me. The more engaged I get - the thinner I get. Ruts show on my waistline.
Of course the last time I was really enjoying myself was on a pitch - and that was when I was told that I was full of tumors that may kill me. But the tumors were, I insist, a physical manifestation of the resentment I felt at being 'trapped' in a job. I get weird like that sometimes - I blame Sydney. It was a very Crystals and Tantric Chants kind of place.
Feeling the need to visit Sydney right now. Have an old friend opening a wine bar in The Rocks that looks fabulous and I'd like to be there to see the opening ---> as well as to have the opportunity to see Chris and Ray's little slice of heaven taking shape.
Only problem is time. With Cyprus in a couple of weeks, friends in in august, my parents coming over, Uganda in December and a possible trip out to Asia to meet up with some people who are moving in that direction.
Everyone it seems is doing interesting stuff. Jude is saving the world, we have friends travelling the world, friends moving to and living in Africa, friends moving to Asia to do innovation, friends taking time out to learn about fashion before heading to Brazil, friends opening bars in australia, friends setting up sculpture parks, friends in bands and friends with books on the shelf and movie deals in the works.
What I need to do next is get interesting again
Monday, May 05, 2008
One for my mom
My mom hated the last pic of Jude that I posted
So here's one taken today
And they say I don't listen
So here's one taken today
And they say I don't listen
Short term-ism
There's a real rush, especially in Europe but growing in the US to hit the car manufacturers with the blame for Global Warming and all of the associated evils that come with it.
You can see why - cars are a very visible symbol of the pollution that we're so worried about. But of course what we drive contributes a relatively small percentage of the CO2 in the air. Sure car companies have to get better and we, as the people who buy cars, need to get smarter about both what we buy and how we drive. But the truth is that we're stupid.
We'll buy a Prius because we think that it has a lower environmental cost ---> without looking at the lifetime energy cost of the vehicle. We don't look at the cost of manufacture and disposal; just at what comes out of the tailpipe while we own it.
It's the same with Plug Ins. We'll buy them and feel superior as we hum around town with zero emissions - whilst hundreds of miles away our pollution is displaced and churned into the air buy the giant power stations doing the dirty business of giving us our 'clean' energy.
I'm all for a 'lifetime energy cost' or 'total pollution' label being added to everything we buy. Show the footprint of Fiji Water and see how sales do (I find the idea of flying water to countries that have an abundant supply horrific)
I know that it's a lot to ask that we get smart about how we think of the planet ---> but it's only an understanding of the supply and manufacture chain that will allow us to make choices that make sense.
Okay - off my soapbox. And back into my 4.0L car (oops)
You can see why - cars are a very visible symbol of the pollution that we're so worried about. But of course what we drive contributes a relatively small percentage of the CO2 in the air. Sure car companies have to get better and we, as the people who buy cars, need to get smarter about both what we buy and how we drive. But the truth is that we're stupid.
We'll buy a Prius because we think that it has a lower environmental cost ---> without looking at the lifetime energy cost of the vehicle. We don't look at the cost of manufacture and disposal; just at what comes out of the tailpipe while we own it.
It's the same with Plug Ins. We'll buy them and feel superior as we hum around town with zero emissions - whilst hundreds of miles away our pollution is displaced and churned into the air buy the giant power stations doing the dirty business of giving us our 'clean' energy.
I'm all for a 'lifetime energy cost' or 'total pollution' label being added to everything we buy. Show the footprint of Fiji Water and see how sales do (I find the idea of flying water to countries that have an abundant supply horrific)
I know that it's a lot to ask that we get smart about how we think of the planet ---> but it's only an understanding of the supply and manufacture chain that will allow us to make choices that make sense.
Okay - off my soapbox. And back into my 4.0L car (oops)
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Gorgeous
It's gorgeous here - so while Jude plays golf I'm going to take the dog for a run (buggering her hips and my knees as we go), take some pictures and prepare myself for an afternoon in Ypsilanti.
Now Ypsi calls itself "Ann Arbor's Brooklyn" - which is a little like me calling myself... well you get it. It has 3 bars. It's not Brooklyn. But the bars are scruffier and edgier and have more space, less polish and more affordable menus. So in that regard it's Brooklyn. I guess.
There's a car thing on in Ypsi this afternoon. I'm gonna try to get people rather than car shots. We'll see what happens. Meanwhile - it's off to run I go (4lbs down, 7 to go)
Now Ypsi calls itself "Ann Arbor's Brooklyn" - which is a little like me calling myself... well you get it. It has 3 bars. It's not Brooklyn. But the bars are scruffier and edgier and have more space, less polish and more affordable menus. So in that regard it's Brooklyn. I guess.
There's a car thing on in Ypsi this afternoon. I'm gonna try to get people rather than car shots. We'll see what happens. Meanwhile - it's off to run I go (4lbs down, 7 to go)
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