Friday, May 30, 2008
( 8:36 AM ) teahouse
You'll Never Be Alone
I'm heading down to DC to visit the Sister this weekend. I'm even leaving the office early today to avoid the traffic.
The drive will take about 4 hours. I haven't had a solo road trip in many years. And this will be the first time the Husband and I will be apart since we got married.
I've packed a lot of cds to entertain me along the way.
Well, not that I'm going to be lonely. Driving down Interstate 95, I have a feeling I'll be surrounded by other people!
Have a good weekend, everyone!#
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
( 12:11 AM ) teahouse
After a monogamous relationship that has lasted over a decade, I'm here to announce that I'm breaking up.
I'm switching my cell phone carrier.
I joined Sprint back in 1998, when I was a fresh-faced student with my first cell phone. Back then, it was a nice company, eager to offer incentives designed to keep me as a customer.
10 years later, the relationship has hit rock bottom.
Sprint has taken me for granted for too long. I've had it with the horrible customer service, the stores that look like something out of the Soviet Union, the lousy inventory, the mean employees.
Sprint is consistently ranked at the bottom of consumer groups' ratings, and it topped (or rather bottomed?) the MSN Customer Service Hall of Shame in 2007.
Thus, I'm switching. I'm joining the Husband's plan with T-Mobile.
I'm so tired of it all, that I'm even willing to suck it up and pay the outrageous fee ($200 per line) for disconnecting before my contract is up. At this point, anything is worth getting away from this horrendous company.
If the last 10 years mean nothing to them, then I'm walking away without looking back. #
Thursday, May 22, 2008
( 12:01 AM ) teahouse
Me and Elsie
A post by Tara earlier this week reminded me of some childhood memories.
Remember the elementary school lunches, with the plastic trays?
I especially remember the little half pint-sized Borden milk cartons that we drank out of every day at lunch. They looked kind of like this:
Yes, Elsie the Cow and I, we were good friends.
I learned a lot of big words by reading the print on the sides of the cartons.
There was a short sentence: "If it's Borden, it's got to be good!" followed closely by an arrow indicating "To Open" and pointing upward to show from which end you should pry open the little triangular corner.
Well, in my little kid's mind, I always put the two sentences together:
"If it's Borden, it's got to be good to open!"
But sometimes the carton wouldn't open. And I would struggle with it, while the image of Elsie the Cow gazed up at me, taunting me.
Her vacuous smile infuriated me.
"It's Borden, and it's NOT good to open!" I would yell, to no one in particular, full of the impotent rage of a second grader.
In the end, I'd end up with a ragged, jagged milk carton edge, that would scratch my lips when I tried to drink it.
I still have a lot of anger toward Elsie, for false advertising and cruelty.
Yes, the brilliant and razor-like legal mind you see before you now was not yet fully developed. But the seeds were already being sown by this childhood trauma.#
Monday, May 19, 2008
( 7:45 PM ) teahouse
The Husband and I received our Certificate of Marriage in the mail last week, from the City Clerk's office.
Everything looked fine, except for one kind of major error.
In the space for the name of the marriage officiant, the Certificate states that we were married by one Mr. William Wallace.
So I guess he wasn't captured and tortured after all. In fact, he has survived to this day, and apparently is an official marriage officiant registered with the State of New York.
I really wanted to leave it as is, so we could tell everyone for the rest of our lives that we were married by Braveheart.
But in the end, practical legalities won out, and we had to go and get it corrected.
Still, intending no offense to the very nice priest who married us, I like to think of what could have been.
We could have had the paparazzi at our wedding...#
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
( 7:25 PM ) teahouse
In the several weeks that I've been married, I've been trying to be more domestic. This has included cooking dinner as much as I can, so that the Husband and I can save money and enjoy at least one meal together every night after a long day of work.
This has been difficult, as cooking does not come naturally to me.
It's in my genes. My parents have told me that neither of my grandmothers was a particularly good cook.
And as for my dad, my mom says the following: "I'm lucky he's not a very picky eater."
The Husband is a much better cook than I am, and insists that he doesn't care if I ever cook. But I look upon this as a personal mission - I want to improve my cooking. And as long as he's willing to be my guinea pig, I'll keep trying.
So far my success has been mixed.
One the one hand, I've made some great dishes.
On the other hand, every time I start puttering around in the kitchen, he gets up like Pavlov's dog, and opens the living room windows.
He knows that as long as the air is circulating, I won't set off the smoke alarm and inadvertently summon the Fire Department.
We're already working well as a team.#
Monday, May 12, 2008
( 11:04 PM ) teahouse
Different Points of View
While upstate 2 weeks ago, I picked up and read a copy of Into Thin Air by Jon Krakauer. It was an account of the 1996 Everest disaster, in which several people died while returning from the summit of Mount Everest.
I immediately became fascinated by the story.
I'm now reading The Climb, by Anatoli Boukreev, which offers an account of the events that differs significantly from that of Krakauer.
In his book, Krakauer was extremely critical of Boukreev's actions on the mountain. Boukreev's book is in part a response to Krakauer's allegations.
I confess that reading both books, I find Boukreev to be a lot more (and I mean a HELLUVA lot more) believable.
And the more I read, the more disgusted I am with Jon Krakauer. He's accusatory, judgmental, arrogant and doesn't check his facts. And the popularity of his book basically helped him to destroy Boukreev's reputation. For no reason.
I have now resolved not to read any more of Jon Krakauer's books. Including that one about the guy who dies in the bus in the wilderness.
On Tuesday night, Frontline is doing a 2-hour special on the events leading up to the Everest disaster. I'm interested to see how they're going to present these differing accounts.
Boukreev is no longer here to defend himself; he died in an avalanche in 1997. I hope Frontline presents a balanced view.
If not, I'm immediately withdrawing my financial support of PBS and diverting it to the Anatoli Boukreev Memorial Fund. #
Sunday, May 04, 2008
( 7:16 PM ) teahouse
I didn't mean to go this long between posts.
It's just that our internet connection went down last week, and we've just managed to get it back up with the use of a screwdriver, some duct tape, some twine and a piece of chewing gum.
On top of that, my computer keeps crashing. I believe the poor machine may be on its last legs.
So for now, I'm still connected, but very tenuously.
Also, the dishwasher chose the week after our wedding to crap out on us. A foot-deep river of suds all over the kitchen floor!
Did I also mention that I have about 200 thank-you cards to write?
Yeah, I'll be back in a bit. #