Monday, December 30, 2002

Enough with the Tornadic Activity, I want terra firmer, por favor

I'm spinning and it's not from too many margaritas. For about the 100th time this season, we're under a Tornado Watch. For those up north and in "high, dry, and safe" land, a Tornado WATCH is when they don't actually SEE one but they think one my come around if the weather turns. A WARNING translates into Spanish as, "vamos like Hell, it's a twister." I suppose, in English, this roughly translates into "We think we've spotted one in that trailer park over there."

And, speaking of trailer parks. What in the Hell was Hildi thinking of when she put 6000 flowers on the bathroom wall? I don't know what she does in her bathroom but I can vouch for the fact that, whatever happens in mine ain't rosey. Enough with the flowers and these "I'm a designer, I can do what the Hell I want and you have no say in your own home" routines, ok? It's getting OLD. If it weren't for the upcoming Austin shows, I probably wouldn't even watch Trading Spaces anymore. I really don't want to watch somebody trash a perfectly good bathroom because she has an attitude problem and thinks she's queen for a day. Queen Mum maybe, and those were just some of what she stuck on the wall. Um, Hildi, darling, next time, DON'T say it with flowers, ok? The homeowners asked for SEA SHELLS. Not dead roses, dried hydrangia, and a brightly colored swirl of bad taste. How can you tell when a family of pink flamingoes moves in next door? The put plastic Hildi dolls on the lawn, that's how.

Now, to round out my trailer park trashy theme for the day, I've decided to get drunk on New Years. I know, I know, I'm a lush, so what's new and why is this news? But, this year, I've decided to go all out. I mean, the economy sucks, the Taliban are knocking down our doors, there's Texas Twisters in the wind. I might as well go for broke and enjoy New Years. It'll be my last bastion of drunken stupor before I have to wise up and actually do something productive, like clean my house. Which, if I lived in a trailer park, might not look all that bad but, in my yuppie subdivision, ick. My dust bunnies have dust bunnies. But, hey, at least I don't have six friggin' thousand flowers stapled to the walls of the bathroom, like those poor unsuspecting saps in Mississippi.

Maybe I'll get one of the cyclone vacuums to clean the place. In honor of twister number 101. Maybe it will be so strong, it'll suck up a pink flamingo or two. Sit and spin. Let 'er rip. Twistin' the night away. Yippie! Let's suck up some flowers in Mississippi, I hear they have some to spare. Heh, heh, maybe, if the homeowners get lucky, a big one will spin by and they can put the insurance money to good use, fixing up the mess Hildi left behind.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off from someplace other than a trailer park in Kansas.

Saturday, December 28, 2002


Just how do you make the perfect margarita? I keep thinking I got it down and, then, BAM, along comes another twist. Was there really only ONE man from Nantucket? I suspect there were more but just one made if off the island and got himself into a lot of jokes. How can I be so sleepy and yet be a chronic insomniac? I suppose it has something to do with the caffeine-induced buzz I'm feeling right about now. Why does blogger work most of the time and then suddenly stop? What makes it come back? What exactly is the opposite of sight?

I heard earlier this week that Herb Ritts, the famous photog. died in the hospital. I'm going to miss his work. He became his own celebrity. I didn't think you could do that but, I guess he found a way. What's interesting to me is not so much that he was a celebrity himself but more the fact that he was remembered as a "celebrity photographer" and not so much for his work. He was a celebrity photographer who knew a lot about shadows and light, I suppose. One of my favorite books, On Photography, talks about this.

"It would not be wrong to speak of people having a compulsion to photograph: to turn experience itself into a way of seeing. Ultimately, having an experience becomes identical with taking a photograph of it, and participating in a public event comes more and more to be equivalent to looking at it in photographed form...[Mallarme] said that everything in the world exists in order to end in a book. Today everything exists to end in a photograph."

I find it fascinating that Herb Ritts actually photographed celebrities so much he became one himself. It's like an appetite so large it consumes the hunger as well as the food. If it's true that everything exists to end in a photograph then I suppose Herb Ritts ended up a celebrity by means of celebrity. I guess, according to my premise about the opposite of sight, that makes him completely anonymous. A non-celebrity if you will. A man able to hide in plain sight, in between the shadows and light. More power to him.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Saturday, December 07, 2002

Saturday Night's Alright for Devil Dogs

And watching Trading Spaces. I feel like I'm stuck in a bad B movie or something. Austin has become the land that time forgot. Everybody's so busy waiting for the next big thing to come around, I wonder if we'll even notice it when we see it. Or will it just one day magically appear. *Poof* there it is. Hey, was that always there? Hmmm.

Speaking of the Trady Bunch (as they call themselves) I'm officially inviting them back. It's not that I want them to re-decorate my house (I really don't) and it's not that I even want to see Ty paint more shelves (you know the old adage about "watching paint dry" right? Good.) No, it's just that, since they've left, we've been out-of-sorts so to speak. We had our first ice storm of the winter; it got cold and blustery. Unemployment went up (probably all those out of work extras and catering people), my brother in law was in a car wreck, my sister lost her job, and all kinds of things have just gone wrong. It sucks. It's like the giant cosmos has become mis-aligned and we need the official Trading Spaces ultra ray gun to make it right again. Come back you Trading People and work your magic. Whatever was in those big bright Winnebagos wearing chirpy bright Banyon/TLC logos was just enough to do the trick and fend off our demons.

And speaking of doing the trick, I have just finished off the last Devil Dog. For those of you who don't know, Devil Dogs are kind of like chocolate Twinkies. Or maybe not. Think fluffy chocolate cakes with that familiar creamy white filling (not THAT creamy white filling...geesh.) Definately a northern thing, I suppose, as they are rather difficult to get in Austin. Don't know why, as we even have Wise potatoe chips now, but Devil Dogs have become the last bastion of true northern "roots" that I have left. That and those big pretzels you can get on the streetcorners in NYC. Damn, I loved those. Once in a while, they stock Devil Dogs at Randall's. If you squint really hard, you can almost see them, happily sitting there on the shelves, in between the Lil' Debbie's and the Ho-Hos. I don't know why I sometimes find myself missing things northern. Ordinary stuff like snacking items, fresh apples, skating rinks, snow days, long scarves/heavy woolen sweaters, and the northern lights. I really miss the northern lights.

The indians used to believe that the northern lights created some bad ass mojo and made things go bonkers, or at least a bit askew. Like they were some tool used by the great Gods to manipulate the cosmos into doing strange new things. Maybe that's how those Trading Spaces people make their magic happen. It explains why all their armoire doors are crooked, anyway. All I have to say to the folks in San Diego is, "look out for those Winnies, baby. You just don't know what could be heading out your way."

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Sunday, December 01, 2002

I'm Back with a Little Fear and a lot of Respect

Actually, I did not go anywhere. I've been having trouble with my blogger and my blogger template, or so I've been told. I have been too busy to figure it out myself so, rather than fighting with it, I waited for the problem to go away. Don't you just love computers? Sigh.

I got my pictures back from the Trading Spaces set. No good shots of Ty (I was too shy to ask if I could take his picture) but I did get an ok shot for Ken. My friend up in Maine, Ken, absolutely LOVES Gen and he's going to FLIP, FLIP, FLIP when he sees the photo. I told him, "I couldn't get very close to her" which is an outright lie. We got real close, she was really nice, and even posed for me. He asked me for a picture of "even her coat as she's running away" and I told him, "well, you can sorta see her in the picture if you squint." I can't wait to see his response. It's about as close as a full-on portrait can get. Now I just have to mail out the photograph to him before he reads my blogger.

I've been told my site is quite "weird." I suppose it is but then, what'd you expect? I'm weird, why should my site be any different? I'm just surprised that anybody is actually reading it at all. Well, enjoy. The web is such a vast and wonderful place. I'm happy you stumbled onto my sight. I hope you like it. Or at least don't run away frightened. Too frightened. A little fear is not really a bad thing.

My friend Steve has worked for IBM for more than 5 years now. I have a lot of respect for somebody who can work in a crazy place for such a long time. I used to work with him at Tivoli and have had about five jobs since (gotta love the new economy) but he's still chugging away at Tivoli. Even though nobody I know is still there, he's still banging away. Have fun, Steve. And happy belated anniversary!

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

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Tuesday, September 17, 2002

Answers, Answers, Answers

Gawd, if only I could type. Made about 12 typo-s in getting this far.

Here are the answers to the questions I got to ask a special HIM (tee hee heee):

The White Stripes
Cell phone (well, duh!)
Brother Ray
New York (I think he was being nice...he knew I was from NY )
OLD Mexico (another big DUH! except that you can't drink the water.)
Fajitas (ok, I admit it. I'm weird. I LIKE migas.)
Night on the town (oh My)
Margaritas (like he had a choice)
Soccer (yeah!)
Rugby (ouch!)
Wild (um, is it me or do these two seem to NOT go together)
Seeing (2X)
Blue Screen (of death)

How fun.

Wednesday, September 04, 2002

More Questions from Cyberspace/How'd You Like That?

Apart from the usual "boxers or briefs" here are some of the questions I would ask:

The Hives, The Strokes or The White Stripes?
Bluegrass or Traditional Country?
Thunder or Lightening?
Cell phone, digital camera, or PDA? (This ones hard.)
Mediterranean or Mod?
60's, 70's, or 80's?
Blonde, brunette, or redhead?
Stevie Wonder or Ray Charles?
Clapton or Hendrix? (Extra points if you vote for Eric Johnson)
BB King or Buddy Guy?
Poi Dog or Israel (think Hawaiian here!)
Maui or Fuji?
Rome or Athens?
London or New York?
LA or Santa Fe?
New Mexico or Old Mexico?
Seattle or Austin?
Carpet or hardwood? (Hmmm. Goes with "soft or hard?")
Chocolate or Mint?
Hazlenut or Mocha? (You get extra points if you answer "black" here, folks)
Doritoes or Baked Lays (Arrrrrrggggh. This HAS to be a tie.)
Jazz or Blues?
Migas or Fajitas?
Orange or Lemon?
Lime or raspberry?
Quick or fast?
Fast or easy?
Trendy or Classical?
Country or Western?
Quiet sunset or night on the town?
Dos Eques or Corona? (Goes with "with or without lime?" I suppose)
Margaritas or Margaritas? (Just kidding, just kidding. I know the real answer is Margaritas, Margaritas, AND Margaritas.)
Chicken or Fish?
Shoes or Boots?
Sneakers or Shoes?
Comfortable or Formal?
Softball or Soccer?
Football or Rugby?
Bowling or Billiards?
Elegant or Trendy?
Smart or Good Looking?
Timid or Wild?
Shy or Reserved?
Loud or Soft?
Soft or Cuddly?
Cuddly or Sexy?
Familiar or Exotic?
Questions or Answers?
Science or Religion?
Science or Technology?
Technology or Craftsmanship?
Spirit or Reason?
Sensing or Knowing?
Knowing or Feeling?
Feeling or Seeing? (Goes with my "opposite of site" photo exhibition, I suppose.)
Seeing or Believing?
Fact or Fiction?
Love or Lust? (Just kidding. just kidding. I know the answer to this.)
Trolls or Hobgobblins?
Reboot or Blue Screen?
URL, IM, or Email?
and, lastly,
Beg, Borrow, or Steal?

These are just the word associations. I'll try to post the actual questions next time.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off and trying to ask all the right questions.

Tuesday, September 03, 2002

Greetings from my new Cubicle

A lot has happened since I wrote last. Cliff is no longer working at Baxter, which sucks, because now we all have to figure out what he was doing, which is going to be difficult to say the least. We've moved over to the new office, which is cool. I love the new digs. I have all these little mini shelves and a big bookcase to put all my junk in. I also got a really cool new pair of headphones and it's a lot more quiet in here now than I can crank it while working away. My old office area was a real pain, so I suppose anything would be better, but this space is really nice. It's in a new building, it's quiet, and rather bright. I have a lot of room and I can actually move my chair back without the worry of rolling over somebody else. It feels good to have enough room for my extra-fat patoot. I guess the only way I could make it better is if I had Ty Pennington from Trading Spaces come over and fix my bookcase. Ummmm. Ty, the shelves are a bit off ok? Tee hee hee.

It's been a kind of quiet August. Still trying to decide if and when to go to Mexico. Probably will try to sneak it in but, with the cost of film, saving up for a new digital printer, and all the crap that I'm doing at once, it's going to be tight. This is making me really want to go though because, whenever I get broke and go to Mexico, I always have the best of times. Of course, it usually ends up with me getting waaaay too drunk on too many margaritas but, hey, isn't that why they made Mexico in the first place? Nevermind. On second thought, don't answer that. Still, day of the dead in San Miguel would be Hella cool. And I think anybody that actually bothers to read this knows I have this unexplainable thing for migas.

I spoke with Craig today. He says I should blow up my charge card and get a Nikon D100. I say, "maybe I should get Ty to come over and help me re-do my cell in debtors prision." Oh don't worry, Ty. We've already got a color scheme picked out. We're doing black walls, a white ceiling, with stars painted into it, and, ummm, you're going to have to help me somehow do something with those nice pretty silver bars, ok? Maybe I could go for a pewter look or something. Or you can just help me make 'em shiny. Get cracking ok? I'm expecting another Visa bill any day now.

Ok, here's another question for you? What word do you use most as a rhetorical crutch? Is it "ahhh," "ummmm," or "hmmm?" I've noticed that I've been using "oh crap" way too much lately, which brings up that old question. Is "crap" a curse word or not? My father, whos answer really counts in a way, says no because it's a man's name (Crapper is the guy who invented the john, in case you were wondering.) Steve says, "no but it could be" and I've some other friends who say "definately yes." I guess we'll see if the blogger folks replace all my crappers with stars. Which would go incredibly well with the ones on the ceiling in my prision cell.

But, back to the question at hand, what word do I use the most? I guess it can best be described as "huummm" which is kind of a cross between "hmmm" and "ummm." Yeah. That's it.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off and looking for stars.

Wednesday, August 14, 2002

The Two Millionth Blog from River City

Funny how I've been posting a lot of blogs over time, but yet I can never seem to remember, when I sign onto Carol's Little World, what I wanted to blog about the day before. It's very strange. Kind of like how, when I go to the record store, I always forget what I went there for and end up buying something totally different from what I went in for. Even so, I seem to be a somewhat prolific blogger, if not consistent. I don't always have time to blog, but I enjoy it when I do.

I have not heard if Laurie from Trading Spaces has had her baby yet. I hope she has, for her sake anyway. It's probably hard being pregnant. It's easier to be able to put that baby down someplace, I suppose.

If it isn't migas, it's duck sauce. Gosh, what will I eat next? I had my cupcake today though. And it was good too. I didn't eat it at lunch but instead ate it at the end of the day. I needed a quick "pick me up" and it was just there for me. Yum.

I have not had much of a response on the BBQ for Ci2i. I hope folks show up, but I won't be surprised if they don't. I'm very excited about my sister coming to town. She'll be here on Saturday and will then go back shortly, but I'll get to see her for a few days. Maybe we can all watch Trading Spaces together on Saturday night (or Sunday afternoon). I hope Frank is on it, that would really make us all happy (don't get me wrong, I still like Vern a lot, but Frank is so cheerful, you just can't resist.)

Well, back to work. Happy two millionth blog (or whatever I'm up to).

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Monday, August 12, 2002

What is Courage?

It's another Monday in River City. I just finished off my lunch, which consisted of 2 egg rolls and a fruit salad. I know, I know, don't ask. It is very weird, but it's what I wanted. My lunch is, indeed, strange today. Sometimes, standing up and saying, "I want that" is an act of courage in itself.

Which brings me to my next question (or actually, point to ponder). What exactly is courage? If somebody is assertive, and they stand up for their own choices, does that make it courage? Wouldn't it be more like courage if a normally shy person got up and said, "I want that?" Isn't courage really a question of context? (What's "normal" in one context can be downright courageous in another.) Kind of like beauty being in the eye of the beholder, isn't courage contained somehow within the act (and therefore, the actors by association?) Wouldn't that make some people naturally more courageous than others?

We talk sometimes about taking a "shot of courage" but isn't that really just lowering our inhibitions, not increasing our courage? Is courage inherent in someone or something (some act?) or is it like a big well, that can be called upon when needed?

The only thing I can relate it to is photography. A good photographer will sometimes tell you that there are striking images in the little things; the ordinary, the everyday. Isn't courage the same way? Isn't there really courage in the ordinary? Maybe the person who doesn't stand up and say anything is really the one with all the courage? Maybe the person who is content on just being is the one with the courage? Kind of like zen and the art of bravery or something. Which, by the way, goes really well with egg rolls.

Until next time, pass the duck sauce please,

"The corageous Carol in Carol's Little World"

Friday, August 09, 2002

Kewl Stuff/UnKewl Stuff
It's been a while since I've updated my bio so, like here's some stuff to add to the list.

Kewl Stuff
Chocolate cup cakes. Don't know why but lately I've been digging them
Patti Griffin's Rain
Summertime BBQs
Sunsets on the porch
Trading Spaces reruns on Saturday night (you know it's a good week when Vern does a brown room)
Ty from Trading Spaces (you know it's a REALLY good week when Vern does a brown room with Ty's help)
The new Springsteen album (makes me sentimental for some reason)
Alison Krauss coming to the Austin City Limits music festival
The Austin City Limits Music Festival itself (Los Lobos, Alison, Eric Johnson, Bonnie Raitt, Patti Griffin...all this AND MORE!)
Bike riding on a cloudy day
All the new wheels (new car, new bike, man, I'm just rolling along...)

UnKewl Stuff
Bike riding on a rainy day (do you have any idea how far bikes can skid? I didn't.)
Smart crows (what's next? Genius chickens?)
Any birds that like to sh!t on my new wheels (hmmm. Maybe I will have chicken tonight for dinner.)
"Broom" Hilde on Trading Spaces (instead of Vern)
Running out of paper on my color printer and having to print kewl photos on scraps (ick!)
The stock market (ok, guys. UP is THIS way. Yeah. That's it. No, no, no, no. I said UP you idiots! UP! Can you even remember that direction?!?)

All this and it hasn't really been that hot. On the whole, I've nothing major to complain about. At least I hope now.

Yours in "kewlness'


Friday on My Mind

It's Friday. You know what that means. La la la la la beer. Beer, pizza, and random thoughts from the great nothingness. Remember, we're not allowed to think too hard on Friday afternoons. It's bad for your brain. Or something.

Speaking of brains, I read this interesting article on crow's at It talked about how there's this crow named Betty who has fastened tools out of straight wire in an attempt to get food. The scientists at Oxford believe that this proves crows have more brains then we thought. What I want to know is, how do they know it's not females? I mean, maybe, as I suspected all along, the female of ANY species is a lot smarter. Oh wait, I know. The scientists are all male. That explains a lot.

And speaking of males, I found this killer site. I don't know why, but it has me wanting to put my power drill up my nose. Oh and, Ty, if you are reading this, you can come and play with my tools anytime. Fix the toilet while you've over, will ya? I don't want to marry you, but I sure could use a handy guy around the house. So, like, come over and I'll give you beer or something, ok? Maybe you could open a mayonaise jar or two while you're in the kitchen. Oh and there's this bench I wanted you to make for the patio and...

It's just a few weeks to the BBQ, which will be at my house. I can hardly wait. I have a lot to do before then. All that and my sister's coming for a visit in between. She'll be here from the 17th to the 21st. Apartment hunting and getting settled. I will probably show her around a few places or, at the very least, we'll sit outside and enjoy the sunset, as I always do, out in the country. Hey, I don't want to think about working too hard. It is Friday afterall.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Tuesday, August 06, 2002

Nothing New in a While/Moving Sideways at the Speed of Sound

Well, there's been nothing new for a while. I'm still puttering about the 'hood on the bike. Sure, I suppose I'm getting a little faster, but not much. It's been too damn hot to bike. It's been too damn hot to do much of anything. Although I should not complain, as it was like the coldest July on record here in the Lone Star State. August, however, is shaping up to be all too typical.

Lately it feels as if much has happened but nothing is finished. The economy seems to be going sideways deliberately. It's almost as if somebody is pushing it. "No I said THAT way!" My sister sold her house in San Francisco for a record amount of $$$ and will be moving to Austin soon. My imood hasn't changed since the beginning of the web which, as far as I can tell, is sometime in 1970 (were you even BORN then?) Vern keeps doing brown rooms on Trading Spaces. (Not that I'm complaining here, mind you. I LOVE a good brown room. Especially a good VERN brown room.) My only complaint? There just isn't enough Ty in the world. Man, he's a hottie. (Hotter than August in Austin, I suppose, although quite a goof ball.) HE has been doing ok. Waiting to get laid off like everybody else, I suppose. Enjoying the summertime. Tonight is national night out so I will go home, sit out, and do what I always do after work (go home, sit out and watch the sun go down.)

Alan Greenspan may be knighted. Yes, that kind of knight. The nice British lady whacking you with a knife kind of knight. Just like Mick Jagger. But not Eric Clapton. Go figure. If I weren't so busy moving sideways at the speed of sound, I'd be wallowing in it.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off and moving THAT way.

Monday, July 22, 2002

My Bicycle

As of today, I am the proud owner of a Giant bicycle (that's the name brand, not the size. It's actually relatively small). Yes, it's true. I decided to get a bike and start riding around the 'hood. Seeing as it's so flat and all, and there's not busy traffic to knock me off it, I may actually have half a chance of puttering about my 'hood without getting killed. I got a helmet just in case.

I went to 360Cycles and told the guy, "alright. Look. I ain't Lance. I'm not going up a mountain. I haven't ridden a bike in years. Can you help me? I just want something to putter about the 'hood without killing myself." I ended up getting a hybrid bike that's designed for tooling about town. It's relatively flat and paved in my area. I hope I got the right bike. They seemed to know a LOT about bikes there. Phew! I didn't know there was so much to know.

The bike has brakes. I've never used a bike with breaks before. Don't laugh, but, I've always just put my feets down. Now I have to get used to this bike and not kill myself. I've never even ridden a bike with a helmet before. This is going to be fun. Entertaining for the neighbors, to say the least. I hope I don't fall. Too many times. I can hardly get off the thing. I didn't even see if it has a kickstand. I hope it does.

The wheel came off and it fit in the back of the hatch. It's going to be a fun ride home and a fun ride when I get home. Putter, putter. Maybe I should have gotten knee pads?

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Thursday, July 11, 2002

Listen Carefully as our Voicemail Options have Recently Changed

One thing I forgot to mention about Ted's little shin-dig is that we got to listen to his telephone system. He freely admits to having "beefed it up" in the hopes of "making me sound like one of the big boys." When you call his number, an automated attendent answers and says, "Listen carefully as our voicemail options have recently changed." That's a bit like sitting on the mezzanine deck of the titanic and saying, "isn't that lounged chair mis-aligned?" I suppose Ted isn't as big as he thinks he is. If I were Bevis or Butthead, I'd laugh and say, "she said big" but I'm not so I won't. Maybe we should just start calling him La Petit Ted or something.

I went to an official unofficial "meeting" of the Eric Johnson listserv mailing list last night. Was fun, except for the fact that the gig was canceled on account of the rain. Still had a grand ole time downtown. It was interesting getting to talk with artists who are musically inclined rather than painters or photogs (the usual group with which I hang.) It can be very insightful talking to folks who are artists but work in a completely different medium. It was such a nice night, I enjoyed sitting out on the patio and enjoying the sunset. They have rescheduled the concert to happen in two weeks so, hopefully, I will be able to attend the replay. The only strange thing about the entire evening was that I felt rather silly "talking" with folks who usually talk on the computer. It's almost like we're not supposed to meet or something. I mean, is a listserv really supposed to work that way? I thought part of the deal was that you get to be anonymous over the net. Doesn't it ruin it if you meet in person?

I suppose I should just give it up and embrace the new technology and what the young folks are doing with it. Hey, if you want to use a listserv to actually meet another humanoid, to actually sit down, face-to-face with another living drone and share notes, be my guest. Who am I to pipe up and say, "hey, that's not allowed. It's supposed to be CYBER-space" right? I guess it's kind of like the Matrix. If you think about it too much, you will hurt your head. So don't think. Don't hurt. Just enjoy the flicker. It's only remnants of reality passing you by. What was that? Over there? Hmmm. Maybe just another flicker.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Monday, July 08, 2002

Ted's Last Goodbye

OK. Maybe it won't be his last. But it was fun. We went to Trudy's (seems to be a popular hangout as of late) for, what else, migas and 'ritas. Then we went bowling. We had a small group, but it was kind of fun. For the most part, I really enjoy going out with friends, when I get the opportunity.

There was one person, who I had never met before, who refused to pay. Damn, I hate it when people do that. We were dividing up the bill and we calculated that it was $16 per person. Somebody didn't cough up the dough and we left a crappy tip. I really hate that. Especially in my inner circle of friends. If anybody were to ever pipe up, "I don't have the $$$" somebody else would gladly pay up. I don't know what it is, I have this thing about tightwads lately. I really cannot stand them and, especially as of late, I keep running into them. If you are a tightwad and you are reading this, please GO AWAY! I've had enough, thank you.

Other than that, it was fun. Ted was his usual.....SELF. Which makes me almost glad he's leaving. It was good seeing Robert again. Ken was funny. We had fun bowling. There was somebody in the next lane who had this strange bowling ball with a bud light bottle embedded into it. No kidding. Ted dared Ken to bowl with it. Not sure if he did or not. We all dared Ken to get a tattoo, but he didn't. Momentos and memories for the masses, I suppose.

I got to meet Bob, Ken's friend and we all got to see Keith again after his strange trip to Houston. He said he hated it there. I'm glad he's back. I do think it's strange that a company would move you someplace for like 10 months and then move back. But, I guess that's high-tech.

We had to go to Dart Bowl instead of the usual hangouts. They have this little dancing animation that pops up between turns (basically after you bowl). About halfway through the night, I decided that, instead of a bowling pin, it looked like a dick. So I gave it all kinds of names. The "dancing dick." The "magic" dick. The "disco" dick. And then there was Ted.....

BTW, Ted "forgot" to tell his girlfriend that he's leaving town on the 15h. Ooops. No nookie for you. Bad Ted no nookie. Maybe you will get lucky in Nashville. I hope to see you get some nookie right on the stage of the Grand Ole' Oprey. Now THAT would be a "country" dick.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Thursday, June 20, 2002

The Great Inner Something

Gosh, I was quite in a mood yesterday. Am reading my some of my old bloggers and it seems I can really work myself up into quite a funk. Especially over such things as music which, if you were to meet me, you would realize how unimportant it really is to my well-being. Don't get me wrong, I love to listen to tunes. I do it almost all the time. Always have the radio on, the headphones on, or the stereo blaring. But, I really do not care so much about the Recording Industry of America, the suits at the record company, "artists' rights" or any of that. I just enjoy the music. I suppose that this is part of the joy of having a blogger. You can rant and rave and vent and get it off your chest. Then go on and enjoy life for what it is. A box of chocolates would be really nice right about now actually.

Ken has told me that he has taken down his blogger. That's too bad. I enjoy having mine around, even though I do not update it on a regular basis, so I will keep it. I'm certain that it's destined to become a dead end on the ever-growing internet. I don't care. I'm going to enjoy it while it lasts. It's my last bastion of guilty pleasure. You can't have it and, damn it, I'm going to enjoy it. I shall enjoy every morsel if it's very being. Savoring the way the web can work if you just let it be it and not try to mold it into something it's not. Even being a "real" programmer doesn't stop me from blogging. GUIs aren't all bad and sometimes it's the simple things in life that can give you the most pleasure. Like gummy bears, starry nights, tennis shoes and shorts on a hot summer's day. And a great new car that goes zoom zoom. I've got the sun on my face, the wind at my back and a cold beer by my side. I'm determined to enjoy it.

I've a friend who says that I maintain a "deep inner peace." He's right. I do. I can feel it coming back again after a bit of an absence. Glad to see you come back, buddy. Missed you while you were gone. The job market's picking up, I've plenty of friends, a web site that I enjoy posting to (my own little world!), I'm relatively healthy, not rich but happy. Hey, I'm intent on making the most of what I've got and enjoying the things I have. I didn't win the lotto but I can't really say I'd know what to do with 50 million dollars anyway. I'd probably just pay some bills, buy a new pair of shoes, and live the same way I do now. Some dreams come, not with a price, but with practice and patience and the glory of worlds unknown.

If that's not "inner peace" I don't know what it is. Perhaps I suffer from too much contentment. Bah! I say.

Get out, stay in, enjoy the coffee, savor the decaf, smell the flowers, pull the weeds. Zoom zoom. Putter about. It's all your call and it's a great inner something to enjoy while it's nipping at you.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Tuesday, June 18, 2002

AudioGalaxy and the State of "New" Media

It seems that AudioGlaxy has been sued by the Recording Industry of Ameria and has been shutdown.

"Horray!" the masses yelled. The beginning of the end for record piracy. But, what about the little guy? The little guy who saves his money, collects his pension, and enjoys a cold beer on Friday night. Why should he have to pay $15 for a CD? Why does this, the same recording industry that supposidly watches out for "artists' rights," not spread the money with the very artists in question? Who are these "suits" who keep all the money? Makes you wonder, doesn't it?

In my opinion (and blogs are, afterall, the very place where we can and should be voicing our opinions), the recording industry got what it deserved and the piracy will continue until the little guy has his way. Don't get me wrong, we don't mind paying for CDs. But, if you continue to gouge us for every last dollar, you should not be surprised that we enter through the back door and take what is rightfully ours anyway.

The thing you really hate, Mr. Record Company Guy, is that I have a good memory. I can remember when CDs first came out.You told us that prices would drop and quality would improve. You told us they would be a "permanent" media that would not wear out. "Never," you said. Well, answer me this, my friend. Why does it cost you $1 to make a CD (with manufacturing costs dropping all the time) but you continue to market them at higher prices? And then you wonder why people are "stealing" them? Maybe we paid $15 for too long and we're sick of you ramming "bubble gum" mass-marketed pop music down our throats at over-inflated prices. Why do they play the same damn 40 songs on the radio all the time? Is payola really dead? Do you think I'm that stupid? Why have you not embraced the same technology that your "users" have? Is it really that difficult?

Wake up and smell the "new media" because it's bitting you in the ass, fool.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Saturday, May 25, 2002

Friday in the Garden of Good and Evil

Another Friday is upon us. I love Friday's. The feel like warm, fuzzy slippers on a cold winter's night.

I got some books from Amazon today. They came after a long wait. Mostly books on Morocco and Berber design. I really want to go there and I have started my research. Someday, I will go to Marakesh and enjoy the view from the hilltop. That and Casablanca. Morocco is so fully of symbolism and substance. It's a great place. I just hope I get to go someday. I'm already taking pictures in my head.

Taking pictures in my head? Did I just write that? I know it's true though, as this is how I take all my pictures. Some images last in my brain for several years before my lazy hands actually pull them out and put them down on paper. I can't help it. Part of being an artist is being a visionary. It comes with the territory. I guess I'm used to it, although I still have not resolved how photographers can really call themselves artists. We're not. I mean, I suppose we are. But I feel like we're not. I feel like being a photographer is really a poor excuse for an artist. But, the term artist is really a label. And it's just a label. Nothing more, nothing less. It's more about attitude than terminology, I suppose.

Which brings me back to Morocco. Such a cool place. So different. Exotic. Isn't that what you're supposed to call something when it's not pretty and you don't know what else to say? Morocco is pretty though. And exotic. Maybe even pretty exotic.

That's some label. If you believed in those types of things.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Thursday, May 23, 2002

When I was a Kid

The other day, I was surfing the web and I happened across a site that started out with the words, "when I was a kid...." It just go me thinking about how that's such a loaded phrase. Most folks have a lot of baggage from when they were younger, but they always seem to resort to saying, at some point in their adult lives, "when I was a kid...." (or "when I was young...." or any suitable substitute.) So, here's my blogger.

1. When I was a kid....I had a dog named Sandy. We got him when I was 4 and had him for long time. I named him Sandy because he was the color of sand and, at the age of 4, I thought that was a cool name.
2. When I was a could not buy records easily. And there were NO CDs. You'd wait to hear music on the radio, trek down to the record store, with your hard earned allowance, only to find they were out of whatever and had loads of something you didn't really want but will take because you do not want to go home empty-handed. True this is.
3. When I was a kid....I lived in Scarsdale, NY and thought the world revolved around NYC and ended at the New Jersey state line. Now I'm an adult and I realize that the world does indeed end at New Jersey. That's where HELL begins.
4. When I was a kid....Coffee cost $.25 ($.50 at most) and there were no Starbucks. NO Starbucks. Not just "gee, there's one missing from THAT corner." They didn't exist. At all. Not even in Seattle. Or Hell. Where they belong (See #3 in regards to NJ)
5. When I was a kid....I didn't have a VCR, a video game, and there was no MTV. (Ahem, for you youngins, there was no VH1 either.)
6. When I was a kid....I got good marks in school. I don't know why but, for some reason, I think that most of my friends now should probably find this surprising, or, at least, really amusing. They probably think I was a flunky. Which I think is funny. Funny how life is, isn't it?
7. When I was a kid....there was no AIDS. No Crack. No extacsy.
8. When I was a kid....we had a cherry tree in the back yard. I had a swing set. We had two pink dogwoods in the front. You couldn't play near the side because we had some flowery bush that attracted LARGE BUMBLEBEES. The kind that made you run two blocks to avoid being stung. Now that I'm an adult I can safely say, "they probably like the flowers and weren't really after ME." Now that I'm an adult, I live in Texas. Don't mind the killer bees.
9. When I was a kid.....the Son of Sam was the big terrorist.
10. When I was a kid....I wanted nothing more than to grow up and be "big." Now that I'm big....well....

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Monday, May 20, 2002

What is it about Tex-Mex? Pass the migas.

Ok. I give up. What is it about Tex-Mex food that attracts people? I mean, it's greasy and fattening. It's cheap. Oh wait...I get it. Nevermind. Pass the migas, ok?

Seriously. It's been a while since I've been out and enjoyed a margarita that I did not blend myself. I'll have to go. Craig's going away party was probably the last I partook (is that a word? Hmm. Nevermind. It's my blog and we've already established that I can makeup words if I want to. And I want to. Sometimes. When the moon is full and the migas are HOT. Or the 'ritas are cold. Yeah, it's probably safe to blame it on the 'ritas.) But, Craig has made it to San Fran and I still have not had another margarita. Hmmm. Time to go a drinkin'.

There's something about Tex-Mex restaurants that get me. Probably because we did not have them back east. Sure we had some, but they aren't the same. Heck, I even saw one in England. London I believe. In Kenningston. The rich area. Strange to say the least. I mean, what are rich snobby folks in England doing eating Tex-Mex and drinking 'ritas? It's greasy, fattening, and nothing like authentic British food. Oh wait....I get it. Pass the migas, mum. Been kind of slow today. Not really, just in my head. :~)

I wonder who picks the colors in the restaurant? Does bright pink really go with orange, yellow, blue, and red? If you have enough 'ritas do all the colors blend together? Is that why they sell swirls? Oh wait....I get it. Nevermind. Pass the Migas, ok? Does anybody actually wear a sombrero? Probably not, eh?

And...what exactly IS in a miga? Is it really just eggs? How's it different from a western omlette? I mean, it's just hot sauce, eggs, and tortillas, right? Oh wait. I get it....Nevermind. Pass the migas, ok?

Huevos Rancheros para todos! And to all a good miga.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Friday, May 17, 2002

Another Friday Afternoon/Nothing too Deep to Drown Over

Greetings fellow blog readers, another Friday afternoon is upon us. How wonderful and magical can Friday be? Let's hope this is a good one for all.

Let's see...I suppose I should catch you up on what's been going on around Carol's Little World. I started walking again, since we've had some cold fronts move through the area and it's been nice enough. It will probably turn again next week and leave me exercising in the great air-conditioned unknown of my bedroom. It's supposed to rain tonight so we'll see if we can get a walk in before the sky opens up and let's it rip. I can tell by looking up it's going to rip off a good one too. It's already black and "stormy" looking. But, hey, it's NOT Monday so I suppose it's alright if it wants to be stormy. In a kind of ironic twist of the blogger, the song "Lightening Crashes" just came on over the headphones. Hmmm. Wonder if there is any great symbolic, omen-like meaning behind this. Probably not, because, hey, it's Friday. Great symbolism, raw substance, poetic irony, and other heartfelt tenderings always seem to happen on Tuesday afternoons. Anytime other than Friday, which is reserved for non-thinking activities such as tossing beer bottle tops and nearby unsuspecting squirrels. Like the often quoted (in THIS blogger anyway) Cowboy Junkies say, "good news always sleeps 'till noon." I suppose I could add my corollary, "bad things never happen on Friday." Well, almost never. If they do, I suppose, the bad feelings don't hit until Monday afternoon. Life just works that way. It's neither broken nor understood. And, as long as you have enough beer bottle tops and can out-run the wild life, you still ain't at the bottom of the stack. So, it's safe to say, it could be worse.

And, since I've exceeded my thought capacitiy for a Friday, I'll leave you with a quote from the next up on the headphones list of toe-tapping tunes, Smashing Pumpkins, "Today"

"Today is the greatest day I've ever known." (What, you weren't expecting anything DEEP where you? C'mon. It's FRIDAY!)

To which I add, "at least until tomorrow" and, um, "especially if you are not a squirrel."

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Wednesday, May 15, 2002

Fran SanCisco

My friend Craig has made it out to San Francisco safely and soundly. I'm glad to hear he's out there and enjoying himself. SF is such an odd place. I mean, in one sense, it's romantic and is full of all these romantic notions about how life was, how it should be, and what it should become. In the 60's, it was the heart of the hippie generation. The free love, good acid, hard rock scene, it was all there. Headquartered in SF. Then it blossomed into a western financial capitol with a diverse cultural background. Next, the dot commers show up and trash the place. Still it's got a certain aura about it that's strange. I can remember walking downtown, enjoying the hustle and bustle of the city, but still feeling relaxed, like the remainder of California. It's vibrant yet relaxed. Cultured yet friendly and down-to-earth. It's a mixture of everything that blends into a grand nothing.

For some reason, you think that, when you show up in California, you are going to be surrounded with movie stars, bright lights, and all kinds of excitement. SF also has the allure of the ocean. You can smell the salt from the water in many places throughout the city. It's a different kind of California, with a lot of immigrants, huge traffic problems, too many yuppies, a sordid history, but still somehow the city has emerged as a winner. I guess you could say it at least broke even. And it didn't even know it was in the game. That's pretty good for rotten odds, bad luck, and too many computer programmers, wouldn't you say?

Calla lillies...the gay scene.....the Chinese restaurants....the Pier......BART......Alameda......The wharf......The Height.....Leaving your heart.....finding yourself.....It's all there, more or less. A little shaky, a little shaded, a little tarnished, but still surviving and somehow doing somewhat better than just "getting by."

Sound familiar?

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Tuesday, May 07, 2002

Long Time No Write

If it isn't one's another. First I had the flu. Damn nearly killed me. Then, we had a big release at work and I got caught up in "feeds" which, for all purposes, can translate into "I got fed." But, I'm back now. At least I think so. Still have a hacking cough. Hopefully this will go away.

Strangest thing happened to HIM. Yes, it's true. Maybe it was the high fever that accompanied the flu but...get ready for this....I have replaced HIM. It's a new, improved HIM. Another HIM. I suppose, to avoid confusion, I should call HIM (ahem, the "new" one) HE2 or some such thing. Still haven't worked out the details on THAT mess.

I got the new Frontgate catalog and it seems they have a fooz table that it suited for the great outdoors. It's water proof and everything. Only problem? It's $750. But, hey, it might be worth the price. I could put it in my yard. I'm having a ceiling fan put in to cool the patio. It just may work with a fooz table under it.


Just don't call me "little blue Carol"

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Monday, April 22, 2002

Sick and Tired but Kind of Lucky Anyway

Seems I finally got the first cold of the season. My nose has been running and I think I'm running a slight fever. I'm taking up my share of tissues at work while listening to Laurie Sargent. I was supposed to go to Fry's this weekend and get my hub, so I could setup my digital darkroom, but I wasn't feeling up to it, so instead I crashed at my folks house for most of the weekend. It was nice, and sunny, despite the cold. I will try to go to Fry's at some point soon.

I went to Tai Chi yesterday and had an OK workout. She worked us hard, for a Tai Chi class actually. We work up quite a sweat, which is surprising but good for us. I think Steve is enjoying the classes.

I can't believe they killed The Lone Gunman last night on the X Files. I missed the first part of it, but they ended up dead. Which, I suppose, is worse off than I have been feeling. I suppose I should feel lucky. Kind of like that old joke, "this is my dog. He has three legs, no tail, and one ear. We call him LUCKY...."

Ken, it seems had fun at the BBQ. That's good. Ken's blogger indicates that Ted is up to something. Hide your women and children, he's at his old tricks again.

Saw my cute neighbor yesterday. He was out doing his grass. And such nice grass it is too. He has a cute house. Not too big, but not too small. Probably the same size as mine, except that it has a gameroom and it's 2 story. I wish I had a gameroom. Then I could play pool. That's one of the things I miss the most about back east. The pool tables. Don't get me wrong, the ocean was kinda nice too.

But, I'm just happy to be LUCKY. Like the doggie. And the cigarettes. Without the strikes.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Thursday, April 18, 2002

More About HIM

A lot of people have been asking me about HIM. Who is HE? Why don't you just say who HE is?

I'm getting a lot of folks guessing or, even worse, thinking they know who HE is when they, in fact, have no clue. So, I thought I would write one entire blog on the subject of HIM. I guess you could call this a HE FAQ. Here goes.

1. Who is HE?
HE is somebody who shall remain nameless, probably because he sometimes reads this and mostly because I do not want folks teasing me about HIM. Or asking too many questions. HE is more a personae than you might think. Think of HIM as partly a guy I used to work with and partly the "Mr. Right" I want to meet and captivate someday.

2. Isn't HE just really ?
Most (all) of your guesses have been very inaccurate. I'm surprised at some of the folks you people think I'm carrying a torch for. Geesh. Above all, do you not think I have any taste?

3. Does HE really exist?
Yes. I worked with HIM in a prior job and we've kept in touch. Note that, YOU may not know everybody that I've worked with in the past, as I've had many jobs, some for a short time. So, drawing upon this logical conclusion, it's entirely possible that HE exists and is a real person while YOU have simply never met him. Sorry to break the bad news to you. :~)

4. What does HE look like?
Tall, sandy hair. Drives a sporty car. Clean shaven. Enough said.

5. Will you ever reveal HIS identity?
Perhaps someday, but not anytime soon. I prefer to write about HIM in the third person. Makes for a more interesting read. Don't you think? Plus I feel more free and anonymous this way. Just a personal preference, I suppose.

6. Are you trying to drive me crazy with this HIM and HE and HIS?
Sorry but, you're probably already there and I had nothing to do with it. Well, ok. Maybe just a little bit to do with it. But, c'mon, admit it. YOU can't pin most of IT on ME.

7. Can you tell me anything else about HIM?
Already have. Let's see....he's likes chess. Hangs out in Hyde Park. Has an X-girlfriend. Works for a big company in high-tech. He drinks tea (Earl Grey, in case you could not figure it out.) Is well traveled (been to every country on the globe.) He does Judo and practices some martial arts (actually he's pretty good from what I hear.) He's polite and soft-spoken. He's a more than adequate photographer and author. Gosh, what more do you want to know? (Sorry, I've never measured his penis size. And it's not like I'd care either.)

8. Why don't you just ask HIM out?
This one has several answers. Mostly because I do not ask men out. I'm too shy. But also because WE are mostly friends and it wouldn't be good (or healthy) to go out with such a good friend. It would be a great way to ruin an otherwise great relationship. Sorry, but I suppose the real answer lies somewhere between the "F" word and my shyness. :~)

9. If you won't ask him out and you won't tell who he is, why don't you shut up about HIM already?
Because you keep nagging me about HIM and HE makes for interesting blogs. Plus WE are friends. He is an integral part of Carol's Little World. In fact, HE's part of the reason I started blogging in the first place.

10. If you carry such a torch for HIM, why don't you blog about HIM every day?
I blog about HIM when I see HIM or when HE crosses my mind. Note that, this sort of implies that you are privy to the inner workings of MY mind, which is a scary thought in and of itself (for YOU anyway.)

So now you know. Or don't know. Or don't care. Welcome to life in Carol's Little World. Enjoy the view.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Wednesday, April 17, 2002

Tuesday, April 16, 2002

Now that I'm Dead, I'm Feeling a Bit Better Today Thanks

Since I've re-attached my arm. Just kidding. (Actually just checking to see if you were reading carefully :~) Seriously, I want to find one of those "I'm feeling...." "today" graphics for my blogger. I've seen them out on the web so I know they exist. If anybody has any clues as to from what site I can blatently steal ^H^H^H^H^H download one from, that'd be great.

It's been a while since the Ci2i folding, so I'm starting to make plans for the reunion. Details to follow shortly.

I have to clean my house again. It gets dirty quickly and then it becomes difficult. I don't feel like inviting folks over for anything (like a reunion with 200 people!) when my place looks like a dump. I also need to get the fooz table. Maybe I can fit it in my new car, since it's a hatch. It's actually quite roomy inside. You can fit a LARGE BOX into the damn thing, which is nice.

Oh wait, I guess I just broke the first rule of blogging, "no cussing." Well, SHEEEEET. At least that's what they say in Texas when you've got no arms. Wasn't there a movie title along those lines? Things to do in Denver when you're Dead or some such thing? Apologies to the folks in Denver if I have the wrong city. I know it wasn't Peoria. Nothing ever happens in Peoria. Or Vermont. They should make a Peoria Vermont and call it Capitol of Nowhere. Yup. That's it. Nothing ever happens here. Could be the motto. Instead of "the lone star state" or "the empire state" or whatever. Kind of like Potsdam, where the unofficial motto was, it's not the end of the world but you can see it from here.

If they did this, I could make a move and sell postcards. Greetings from Peoria. We're all DEAD. And I could call the movie Things to do in Peoria Vermont when you're more dead than the next guy.
Hmm. Have to work on the title of the movie a bit.

Hey, don't laugh. It's a gig, right?

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

BTW, I'm tempted to just go with youngblood for the name of the car.

Monday, April 15, 2002

We had another layoff today at work. They let my manager go. I guess you could say, instead of,

"the beating will continue until morale improves"
"the layoffs will continue until the economy improves."

Either way, it sucks. I've got friends that have been out of work for a year. I hate it. You would have thought the war would have stimulated the economy, instead it seems to just hurt it more. I keep checking signs of The Street to see any improvement but there just simply aren't any. Damn, I hate living like this. It's the pits.

In other news, I'm glad Ken had a grand old time down in San Antonio. Good for him. He needs to party more. He's too much like an old fuddy-duddy and he's not even that old. Come to think of it, he's not that much of a fuddy-duddy either but I suppose the name just fit. I also need to call Kancher-oni to find out when she is coming down again. And when we will have the Ci2i reunion party. It'll probably be at my house, I suppose.

Well, my build is done and I want to get out of here, so more blogs later.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Thursday, April 11, 2002

Don't Push That Button

I have finally ordered some equipment so I can begin to do digital darkroom work. I'm excited about this. It should be showing up on or before April 16th, which is like next week (next Tuesday, I believe.) How fun. I look forward to setting this all up and playing with it. I can hardly wait to print out some of my 120 slides which I have never been able to print. That and, now I get to play with Photoshop. I don't know why I waited so long to order this stuff. I kept pulling it up on the screen and not pulling the trigger to order. I should have just clicked that old Submit button sooner.

Listening to Eric Clapton's Badge over lunch today. Great song. "You'd better pick yourself up off the ground before the pull the curtain down."

We had some customers in at work today so everybody looks so...presentable. Plus we all come in early and refrain from cursing too much in the office. It's kind of nice, actually. I can't believe that it's already Thursday. I have a lot of stuff I want to finish this week.

I'm seriously considering buy the new Tae Bo routines on DVD, which would force me to go and get a DVD player. I am getting really bored doing the basic Tae Bo tape and the advanced is too long. After riding the bike for 20 minutes, I cannot handle 56 minutes of work out. They have some new ones which basically replace the beginner one I have. I may just spring for them. We'll see.

I heard from Kancher-oni yesterday but only briefly. She just stopped in to AIM me and say Hello and see how things were going. I told her a bit about what has been happening. Nothing interesting. I suppose the biggest news is no news at all. It could be worse. We could all live in Israel and be fighting off crazed Palistinians. Now, that would really suck. Talk about pushing the wrong buttons.

Apologies for the boring blogger today but I'm just not into it right now. Perhaps latter on I will think of something better to say. That usually happens. Right after I click the big, honking, post and publish button. Something supendiously funny and infinitely interesting will flow from my head as soon as I push that button. Dang. Makes me want to leave the screen up all day. Oh wait, you can't tell if I've already done that or not. Well, you'll just have to take my word for it. Carol's Little World gets so much more, ahem, interestingwhen I push the wrong buttons. Kind of like that old Chinese curse, "May you live in interesting times." I should probably add, "and may you never push the wrong buttons."

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off and pushing the wrong buttons for all the right reasons.

Wednesday, April 10, 2002

Greetings from the Devil Duck

Still trying to get over the fact that I'm a DEVIL Duck. Wow. Little ole' me. What a surprise. Who would have guessed it? I suppose all the smooth jazz in the world cannot make up for some things. Speaking of smooth jazz, I'm listening to that again. Go figure. Last week P.O.D. and NIN and this week Warren Hill. And I still have the Kip Winger photo as my background. I really should be a COMPLICATED Duckie but they don't have a test for one of those. Or so it would seem.

I ordered my digital darkroom equipment last night. I'm so excited. I didn't spend all that much money and I've going to have a nice little setup. The only gotcha (there's always a catch, right?) is that I will not be able to do 11x14 prints for a while. I will have to limit myself to 8x10s or smaller, until I shell out the $900 for the good printer. But, the equipment that I have will be just as archival, providing I use the correct inks/paper and all, plus it will allow me instant gratification, much like doing Polaroids had in the past. The thing I loved about doing the Polaroids is that I did not have to include the lab in my work, except for the final printing. I was free from their spell, their hassle, and their high cost (and everything else that goes along with using a professional lab, which is not very "professional" and really ends up being a pain in the neck.) This will be even better, as I will have no lab no more, except for running film, which I can pretty much either do myself (for b&w) or do through the Fuji lab in Arizona. Maybe choose to go local if there's something I really want quick turn-around time on and it's hot outside. But, for the most part, I will be lab free.

I also investigated putting some images up on the web. Yes, it's true. Carol's Little World may shortly go "visual." How will you possibly contain yourselves? All three of you who regularly read my on-line diary will now have a picture to look at, to go along with the verbiage. All that and a devil duck. What more could you possibly ask for?

Until next time, this is Carol, the DEVIL in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Tuesday, April 09, 2002

Oh this is too good....

BTW....I'm a

All ducks aren't sweet and innocent and you prove that. You have a nasty streak.

Find your inner rubber ducky.

Famous Geeks and Stately Funerals

I saw some old DEC friends on the web yesterday. Seems Jon "Maddog" Hall (the fellow who tought me UNIX, really) now works for ThinkGeek/Slashdot. How cool is that? I know a couple of computer "geek" Gods besides Jon actually, although I used to work closely with him. I used to sit across a visiting "consultant" type at DEC who was never around, whom I never actually got the chance to meet. Why am I telling you this, you ask? Because his name was Bill Gates (yes, THAT Bill Gates) He had a cube in Nashua (rather large one actually) but I doubt he ever showed up to work in it. He was, at the time, trying to convince DEC to open a plant in Seattle. They didn't, but he did and the rest, as they say, is HISstory.

Oh, and I once had lunch with Ritchie (the C guy). He was cool. Although I always got him confused with Kernigan, however you spell that. I used to date the guy who wrote Kerberos. I know nothing about Kerberos (not even how to spell it really) but that doesn't stop folks from asking me. I suppose I could always call Bill and say, "Hi! How are ya? BTW, I need to ask you....." but I absolutely HATE getting those phone calls myself, so I will refrain. Lucky me, it's been a while since DEC had to decipher the netsetup code I wrote.

Listening to Keb' Mo' at work and really enjoying it. It's a nice sunny day today. I want to go sit outside somewhere and eat. I packed a lunch, but don't really want to eat it. But, I've a new house, new car, and the economy is sucky, so I probably will. Another cheese sandwich in a purple lunchbox done me wrong. I should write a blues song.

I watched the funeral for the Queen Mum this morning. It was elegant and stately. Just the way she was. If that royal family had any brains, they would drag her around the street for another six months, as she was the only respectable member of the entire family. It's all downhill from here, folks. And I hope I'm not the first one to point this out to you. Charles should be re-named Chuck but than that would be an insult to famous Chucks throughout history. Wait a minute, are there any famous Chucks? I suppose if I think really hard, I will come up with one or two. I think Chuck Woolry is famous, even though I do not know how to spell his name. But, he is a Chuck for you. My dog would be insulted and he's a Chuck. Sort of. Charlie is close enough, I suppose.

Hey Ken, if you are reading this, we need to figure out how to add graphics into this thing. To make it more complete. But then, I suppose I'd have to get a REAL web site, with a REAL website host and all, and I'm too cheap to pay for this.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

PS If you read this, please either sign the guest book or send me a note, so I've a count of how many folks are reading. I want to start keeping track of these things, you know. And, do let me know if you would be totally pissed off if I moved the site to someplace where I can have pics. Some of mine, in fact. Thanks!

Monday, April 08, 2002

Weekends' Happenings

It was quite a weekend. First there was a tornado in West Texas. Glad it missed Cedar Park and South Austin.

Ken sent me an email telling me he was in a car wreck on Saturday, down in San Antonio. Apparantly, the roads were slick and he fishtailed and hit a guard rail. Luckily, there were no serious injuries, but he's driving a rental now and hoping they will fix his truck.

I signed up for Tai Chi classes at the Buddhist Temple on Loop 360. Check out the web site here for more details. I attended my first class. It was fun, very relaxing. The temple is beautiful. I took some photographs, but I will have to go back and re-photograph it again when the weather is nice. I hope my picture of the golden Buddha comes out at least.

I got my tax refund and I'll be buying some digital darkroom equipment shortly. I have to get photo mailers too, as I've been shooting a bit. I went down south on Saturday, even though the weather was crappy. I got to use a friend's darkroom and enjoy some time in the dark with her work.

I saw HIM yesterday, for a short time. HE's doing well. Enjoying life as a single person and happy they are not laying off at the place where HE works. They had some massive layoffs there this time last year and HE's just happy he survived the cut. HE said HE got moved around and re-org'ed a bit but HIS job is still in tact. We were checking out and several other job-related web sites and were both happy to find that there were some job postings. It seems a lot of places are hiring temporary help, so they do not have to turn around and layoff again, but they have started hiring, slowly but surely.

Listening to Dire Straits at work. Good for a Monday morning. "Once upon a time in the west" could have been written about Austin, many years ago, I suppose.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Friday, April 05, 2002

Hardcore for a Friday Afternoon

It's happy Friday again. This past week really felt like a long one. I have decided that my new buggy needs a new name. I think I am going to name it something with a reference to "youth" because of the fact that I keep hearing P.O.D.'s Youth of the Nation on the radio and because a lot of folks have commented that it "makes me look young" (whatever this means, I dunno). Perhaps it's a nice way of saying I'm getting too old to drive a sporty car. So, for names, I'm thinking something along the lines of youngblood or lil' coupe. Something like that. I will think of something final and post it here.

I was going to rip Ken for mailing me the answers to the questions below and not actually blogging them, but then I realized I never answered them myself. HA! So much for making fun of Ken. In other news, Ken would be proud of me today. I'm listening to some hardcore music. The P.O.D. thing had me wanting to download the song and then, being the artiste that I am, I had to make a playlist for my winamp at work that included nothing but hardcore stuff. At least it's hardcore by my stands, which are, admittedly, quite wimpy.

These are my pics so far:

P.O.D. - Youth of the Nation
Nelly - Take a Ride with me
Eminem - the real Slim Shady (X Rated Version)
Bush - Glycerine
NIN - several tracks including Sanctified and Head like a Hole
Perl Jam - Yellow Ledbetter
STP - Interstate Love Song

Granted these are not my final pics, as I'm still working on the list, but it's a start. I'd like to add some Alice Cooper, maybe Only Women Bleed, as I really like that song. I love it when folks get out of Dorian and Lydian modes and venture off into the great unknown, or less obvious musical realms. Oh wait, I can't really talk about this kind of music too seriously. It's kind of like punk. If you take it seriously, you don't get to take it with you. I suppose that's how it works. I was an ok guitar player, except for the fact that I cannot bang my head. It's a shame too, because I used to have a lot of hair. It would have looked good if I could ever figure out how to do it. But, at least I could play. That's all that's really supposed to matter anyway.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off, and feeling quite "un-Dorian" if that's even a word.

Thursday, April 04, 2002

More Questions

1. If you could kiss a famous person (any famous person living or dead) who would it be and why?

2. If you could travel to meet a famous person somewhere, where would you choose to go and who would you meet?

3. If you had the choice between being famous or having a great deal of wealth but never achieving fame, which path would you take? (Bascially fame or fortune which would you choose and why?)

4. If you could read any famous persons blogger (or personal diary) who would it be?

5. Are there any famous people you would NOT want to meet? Anybody in particular you would AVOID if given the opportunity?

OK Ken (and everybody else, actually) I want answers now!

BTW, I forgot to mention yesterday that I think Kip Winger is as cute as ADAM ANT and I have now replaced my windows screen with a picture of him. After two years of having the same pattern at my desk, despite having various jobs, I figured I was over due for a makeover and he just fit the bill. Dang, he's even cute today. I love a man who keeps his looks as he ages. And I love him even more when he can look "distinguished" (whatever that means.)

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off, waiting for folks to answer my Q's, and not looking very distinguished.

Wednesday, April 03, 2002

Ultimate Object of My Affections

Ken, you missed a couple. First off, I would definately put Sean Cassidy ABOVE David. Secondly, you forgot Andy Gibb. Also, I don't even know what Don Dokken looks like. Sorry to disappoint.

And, most importantly, I have two word for you:


Enough said.

Famous Footnotes

My friend, Ken, it seems has chastised me for not mentioning all of the famous people I've met. How could I forget. My most sincere apologies to all I have forgotten and Ken insists that I mention them, so here goes.

I worked on Eric Johnson's web site at one time, and we've practiced at the same house of worship, although I never really got to meet him more than in brief passing (hey, I don't like autographs in the first place. I'm surely not going to go up to some guy while he's worshiping and ask for a sig.) I also met Jimmy Vaughn briefly (very briefly.)

I met the Indigo Girls, the Allman Brothers, and Merl Saunders at the first Earth Day celebration in Boston. I got to spend some quality time with Merl and ended up calling him "Uncle Merl" by the end of the evening, despite the fact that I did not know who he was when I was initally told, "we'll get to meet Merl Saunders."

There is actually a (somewhat) funny store behind this. I didn't know who he was at first and somebody, my friend Tree (I believe,) said, "he does Bertha." I responded by saying, "yeah, so. The Dead do Bertha, the Indigo Girls do Bertha. I do Bertha. Every damn bar band in the country does Bertha. It's not like....." I started to say, "it's not like he wrote the damn song or anything" when Tree stopped me and said, "um, Carol. He wrote Bertha." GASP! A man who wrote one of my favorite songs and I didn't even know who he was. And I like to think I'm pretty up on things in the music department. So much for that.

I have also met some of the members of LA Guns and Slash from Guns and Roses.

I suppose, since I have met several famous people, I can add the following question to the list:

6. Which famous person surprised you the most?
Keith Richards for his work ethic (no kidding). Johnny Depp for his consideration and kindness. Bob Dylan for his moodiness and tempermental outbursts. They are, like the rest of us, all different, I suppose. Dylan was a really shocker though. And Keith does work very hard at what he does.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off and thanking her lucky stars she's "unfamous" like the rest of you.

Monday, April 01, 2002

Belated Five

Here are my answers to the five questions. I hope you enjoy.

1. If you could eat dinner with and "get to know" one famous person (living or dead), who would you choose?
Siddhartha Gautama without question. Although several others have peaked my interest, most recently the Dalai Lama and Maya Angelou.

2. Has the death of a famous person ever had an effect on you? Who was it and how did you feel?
Yes. Oddly enough it was Jerry Garcia.

Before he died, I used to always think, "someday I'm going to travel to San Francisco and see the dead live. It'll be fun." After he passed, I realized that life is short, and sometimes boils down to a single moment in time, a wayward memory, that's fleeting at best. So, I packed up my bags and went to London for several weeks, even though I did not really have the money at the time. I don't know how or remember when but somehow I paid off the trip. And I had the best time. If given the chance to trade money for memories, you can keep the dough.

3. If you could BE a famous person for 24 hours, who would you choose?
Probably Eric Clapton, just so I could see his hands move up close and all.

4. Do people ever tell you that you look like someone famous? Who?
I once got into a restaurant and got a free meal because the guy thought I looked like Alanis Morisette. I had waist length hair at the time and suppose I looked a little like her.

5. Have you ever met anyone famous?
Yes. I have met the following people.

Music Type Folks
Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, Eric Clapton (briefly). Cyndi Lauper is an old friend of my family. I once met Johnny Depp but did not know who he is. I got to know Miles Davis quite well over several recording sessions. I once met Keith Richards and Mick Jagger briefly. Keith said he would only let me take his picture if I accompanied him to the mens room so I did and now I have (somewhere) a pic of me and him in the john. When I was a kid, BB King bounced me on his lap, pulled my pigtails, and made me cry. I met Elvis Costello and he became friendly with my mother. They still keep in touch. I have a first cousin, Kathleen, who is an opera singer at the MET in NY and another who is a record producer in NYC.

Speaking of family, another first cousin is a baseball player (Calvin Schiraldi) who used to play for the Mets, Boston Red Socks, and several other teams. I met several baseball players, including Darryl Strawberry. I grew up in a house that was next door to several hockey players including Nick Fotiu, John Davidson, and Phil Esposito. I once met Carol Alt as she is married to a hockey player (believe she still is.)

When I was a small child, my uncle was big in construction in NYC. I once met Jimmy Hoffa (no kidding) but don't remember him (really). And some other folks like Ed Kotch and Donald Trump.

That's all I can think of but there's probably more.

I don't collect autographs or care much for being in the company of famous people. It's probably why I keep bumping into them. That and I grew up in NYC.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Wheels, Deals, and Steals

I got the car. Drove it to work this morning. It's great. It's more high-up than the car I had before, so I feel less like I am sitting on the ground with wheels tapped to my butt. It rides really well, although still getting used to it. This morning, on the way to work, I looked down and noticed I was doing 80. It really likes to go fast. I can say that because, after driving my prior car for 14 years, I know it's not me. It does, however, not get good gas mileage. I'm already low, down to a quarter of a tank. Hmmm. time to get gas.

In other news, I had a quiet Easter, except for the missing child. After 2 yesterday afternoon, I got a call from my Mother who told me she had been out looking for a missing child. Seems the tyke took off and wasn't heard from or seen for a while. The Cedar Park Police came in and were looking all around. The brought in the "big gus" including a copter, the K-9 unit (who barked at my doggie, Charlie), several detectives, and the Cedar Park Fire department. Everybody who was home turned out and started driving/walking around the neighborhood looking for the tyke. Turns out Mommy fell asleep and didn't know the kid went out. She was safely playing on the other side of the park with a friend. At least it was a nice day, we got out some, and we met a lot of our neighbors. I still have to do something about the folks parking in front of my door. With the new car and all, it's making it difficult to get in and out of the driveway. Besides, why do they not park in front of their own door? Geesh. How rude.

I should be getting tax refund this week. Possibly on Friday. I can hardly wait. It's a nice chunk of change. Time to call Fidelity and invest some. It should be a great time to invest, hopefully, I will get a nice deal on a mutual fund.

The bluebonnets are really coming up. "Bring all your cousins," I say. We sure could use some color around here. It's looking pretty on north Mopac, which is a refreshing change.

I wonder if my friend Craig has made it to San Fran. I have not gotten an AIM from him, so I can only hope he arrived safely and soundly. I'm sure he'll be ok though. SF is a great city. I wish I could visit more often. Enough blogging for one day. Time to go bug Ken about his.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Thursday, March 28, 2002

Bugs, Blogs, What's Best, and other Big Stuff

Well, it's been quite a long week for me. We've been busy at work, testament to this is the fact that I am still here, even though I have tomorrow off. At least I hope I have tomorrow off. The way things are going, this may not happen. As we "speak" I'm waiting for a database to load itself, after which I will run a patch necessary to upgrade it. After that, I get to update a few tables, bounce a few servers, complete a status report, and then, phew! go home. Hopefully, this will all happen before midnight but I have already blogged about "the best of plans" going astray. I spent most of the day, the entire day come to think of it, working with Leslie (my co-worker) trying to iron some bugs out of our code. It was messy and ugly, despite the fact that Leslie knows the code quite well. We got most of the bugs out, although he suspects there is one or two "lurking around" waiting for Monday morning to bite us in the ass. Oh joy. I can almost feel the teeth nibbling.

Speaking of "teeth" and all things oral, I went to the dentist this morning. No really big news. I got a good cleaning, which is nice, and I found out that I need a crown type "thing" on one of my teeth. Nothing I didn't know already. The good Doctor says that this crown, or actualy, onlay as he called it, will not hurt, although he will numb me when he does it and the entire process will take more than one hour. I've never had any major dental work, other than having an impacted wisdom tooth removed, so I'm always afraid of anything that takes more than one hour. That's my limit. Not thousands of dollars, not excruciating pain, but time. Anything more than one hour is serious dental work.

In "HIM" news, (I guess I can safely call it that) I met up with HIM recently to talk, mostly of work, but several other topics came into play. HE's been doing a lot of photography lately. Has the home darkroom going, and is basically ignoring HER, but devoting himself to private time. I suppose this is a good thing, as we all need some down time after a relationship ends, especially a serious one as he was in. Nevertheless, it seems to drive me crazy. I mean, think about it. There HE is, off taking time for himself, getting over HER, if you could call it that. So close and yet so still out of reach.

I can see by the look in HIS eyes that HE still carries a torch for HER. This leaves me quite torn. Part of me want to just grab him, shake him, and say, "get over it! There are other fish in the sea....other people wanting you. You could have a much better relationship. Something so much more substantial. Get over HER. What....are you blind, man?" Part of me just wants to let HIM heal, give him space, and time, and all that. And then, there's another part of me that wants to jump HIS bones. Guess which side'll win? Ha. I don't even have to tell you.

I did happen upon a way cute guy at Randall's today. Leslie was playing some rap music and somehow we got on the subject of White Castle Hamburgers. He said he wanted some and, when a break came up, I offered to go to Randall's down the street and "do" dinner. While over there, I was poking around looking for the White Castle, when I noticed a human "stud muffin" staring back at me. Yes, it's true. He was standing by the produce and, believe me, he was quite the cucumber, if you know what I mean.

Ah, I can only hope for the best. What's best will always win out in the end, I suppose. And, if you cannot have the best, you can always settle for fewer bugs, clean teeth, and good cucumbers.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Wednesday, March 27, 2002

Hey, It Could Happen

I did not get the car last night. I've been too busy with other things to find the title for the old klunker. I arranged to pick it up on Friday when I have the day off. I really wanted to get it in the daylight so I could actually look at it. Now I'm really looking forward to Friday. Don't get me wrong, I want the new car. Now I want it badly. But, I also want to be able to sleep more than 10 minutes and get to go to the ladies room at work without having somebody come look for me. Which has been happening lately. Not that I mind the attention. It's good to feel wanted. Even if they just want to kill me becuase my code never works.

In other news, I heard from Kanchan yesterday. She was online (AIM) for a while and I got to talk to her a bit. She's doing ok, still up in Dallas, still looking for work. Everybody keeps telling me the economy is getting better but I don't seem to see it improving. I suppose there are signs, and it's sort of hit a bottom, but I don't see it coming back up anytime soon. But, then again, it could suddenly rebound and everything will be back to normal again, right? Hey, it could happen.

Quest Village, the yuppie subdivision where I live, now has it's own web site. Yes, it's true, click here to read about the great Cedar Park Newpaper caper. What will they put on the web next? Geesh. I wish they would stop putting all this useless crap on the web. Wait, I'm just as guilty as the next guy. I am, afterall, keeper of Carol's Little World. And this could be the most informative spot on the web. Yeah, right. But, it could happen.

Togethersoft has come out with a new version. I'm hoping they have improved certain things, like the editor, that I really hated. Don't get me wrong, it's a great tool for modeling, but it can be a real pain to use as an IDE.

I am supposed to have Friday off, so don't look for a blog that day. Unless I blog about the car from home, which could happen. Then again, it's technically possible that little green men from mars land in my front yard, get out of their space ship, and join me in a rousing game of cannasta. I suppose anything is possible, right? Hey, it could happen.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

And, um, happening.

Monday, March 25, 2002

Good Porn and Tidbits from Timbuktu

OK. Here's a good review of a porno movie for you....When asked, "What's your favorite porno movie," Oscar Dronjak of the band Hammerfall, responded:

The Boy With The Golden Dick II, The Sequel. Breaking from the norm, this second movie is actually better than the critically acclaimed first adventure in the three part series. You might even say it's brilliant, in its own, twisted little way.

Hmmm. I didn't know folks actually took porn so, well, seriously. But, I suppose it takes all kinds. Even so, makes me wonder if they have porn in say Timbuktu, do they take it as seriously as we do? Ah, but there I go again, thinking too much. But then again, imagine if you were employed as a reviewer of porn. What would you tell your friends? Imagine the conversation. "This is my friend, Carol, and she...ah....she....well, Carol, why don't I let you tell Bill what exactly it is that you do for a living. Is that cheese dip over there?"

Saved again by the great cheese wiz in the sky. All that and only 25 hours until I no longer drive an old klunker. How can I possibly contain myself? Hmmm. Let me count the ways.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Sunday, March 24, 2002

New Cars, Tai Chi, and other Odds and Ends

Well, I did it. I went yesterday and ordered my new car. I will be getting it on Tuesday. I really don't know what to think. I was so attached to my old Honda. But I know it's just a matter of time before it dies and takes me down with it. Plus I really want a cup holder. I don't know why I have this strange obsession with cup holders but I do. My father was like, "you're buying a new car because you want a cup holder?" and I responded with, "well, the new car will also have air bags" which seemed to make him really chuckle. My old Honda has really been through a lot with me. My sister says I should drive it through the car wash to "thank it for all it's done." I'm starting to think she's right. I don't know why but, I suppose, after 14 years, I'm sort of attached to the old klunker. I imagine I'll get over it when I hop into the shiny, new, zippy "driving machine" and whirl off into the sunset, actually being able to do something over the legal limit in Texas. I never had to worry about speeding tickets before, since my old klunker just could not go that fast. My new car will also have a CD player, I believe. I don't know which CD I will listen to first (ok, I do. It'll be EC all the way. Probably "River of Tears" because, well, a little blues music goes a long way on an old, open country road in Texas.)

I also did Tai Chi this weekend, for the first time. It's a bit like Tae Kwan Do only a lot slower. I liked it as an "extra" that I can do Saturday morning to kind of "get me going" and get in a little extra workout on the weekends. I will probably stick to my current regimen of working out 3-4 times per week, while just adding the Tai Chi on Saturday mornings. I really liked the instructor and, since I'm a klutz and it's hard to find somebody who can teach me how to move gracefully without knocking things over, I will continue to go to the classes. Maybe one day I will learn how to place things, big klunky things like my feet, without knocking things over. If nothing else, doing something you are not good at gives you a new appreciation for what you can do. That and, I think Tai Chi is really good for one's circulation. At least my feet felt a lot warmer after I did the maneuvers. So, I will continue to do this in the hopes that I may one day too be graceful as the swan (since I cannot be fearsome as the dragon.)

My friend Ken, it seems, really enjoyed the evening at Trudy's and bowling. We had a blast. I'm glad everybody came and we had a good time. I think I will very much enjoy the reunion when we finally have it. I really do miss the folks at Ci2i and hope that we can work together again someday when (if?) the economy ever recovers.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Thursday, March 21, 2002

TEX-MEX, Bowling, Boogers, and an Evening with Good Friends

Last night was Craig's going away party and wow, what a party it was. Since he will be leaving for San Francisco soon, he decided upon eating some TEX-MEX before his departure. So, we all headed to Trudy's, where we had some really good food and drink. I had a nice plate of migas, the eggs were light and fluffy. But that's not all that was light and fluffy. We had plenty of 'ritas to wash down our "sorrows." A lot of folks showed up and it was a really fun time. I got to see the old gang from Ci2i and drink a lot, which is usually a good thing. We even called Kanchan in Dallas to say "hi." Actually Medway said something like, "haven't they deported you yet?" followed by "what are you still doing in this country?" and ending with something along the lines of "I can't hear you and it's not like I'm listening anyway." I was too drunk to remember exactly what he said but I remember saying at the time it was a quote worthy of the Ci2i quote board. Poor Kanchan probably is wondering what was happening since we really could not hear each other very well. We were quite the loud and boisterous bunch and the place was not that quiet to begin with.

Then, in our drunken stupor, we decided it would be wise to go bowling. Believe me when I say this. Drunk folks are seldom wise. Wise folks are probably seldom drunk but then again, I would not know since I am not one of them. I am a drunk, and that makes me "seldom wise" according to my own philosophies. Anyway, we stumbled across the street to Highland Lanes and had more toxic swill until they called our name and told us an alley was ready. The bowling was, to say the least, not the high point of the evening.

It started out when I had to go to the ladies room and found something that, at the time, I thought was a bit odd. Somebody had left a brassiere spread out across the toilet paper holders. Hmmm. OK. Not normal but not something I usually want to boast about in mixed company.

Then, Craig had to go next. He found a Picasso-eque arrangement of boogers on the urinal and described this in painstacking detail to Rich who, as it turns out, had to go next. After a half-hearted search for the boogers, Rich gave up his search and presumably relieved himself. Upon his return, he described a lack of boogers in urinal two as, "nothing there but some pubic hair." This sounded quite amusing to our drunken selves so we decided to begin to shout "PUBE!" rather loudly whenever it was Rich's turn to bowl. To provided some variety in our otherwise not too dull evening, we alternated with "CRABS!" and the occassional "HERPES!" thrown in for good measure. Frankly, I'm surprised we did not get thrown out of this, ahem, "fine" establishment.

After I got home (safely, I might add) I thought I would have a horrible time sleeping and wake up to find myself late for work yet again. Instead, I slept well, probably the best I have in the past month, which is a good thing because I have been having trouble sleeping. I suppose the evening with old friends and the happy times did a lot for my temperment, which is a good thing. I guess it's nature's way of saying it was time for me to go out and have some fun.

So, to summarize, I don't know what to say about boogers, pubes, or crabs, I tried to say hello to Kanchan and I believe she may have actually heard me at one point, I can't bowl very well, and I have a strange fondness for migas which cannot be denied. On the whole, it was a fine evening.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Tuesday, March 19, 2002

Tax Refund, Cheese Wheels, and other Rants

I forgot to mention yesterday that I prepared my income taxes over the weekend. I will be getting a refund of $4100 or so. It seems like an impressive amount until you remember that I paid all that and more into the system. Yes, it's true, I live in a free country, one that I would not "trade-in" for anything. But, the price of freedom is getting a bit high and the politicos are spending way too much time bonking interns and not enough time doing what they are supposed to be doing. I thought they were supposed to be "providing for the common defense?" I'm almost angry enough they I may devote an entire blog to my ranting political opinion. Perhaps I will get my father to do this, as he is far more eloquent than I am on such topics. And, he did help me with my taxes. Ah, is it too late to become a professional gvm't mule? Hey, Bush, where's my cheese?

On other topics, I am fitting into a smaller size these days. All my Tao Bo is paying off. I am feeling much better and getting skinnier. I'm almost down to the size I've always been. If that makes any sense at all. I will be dragging my parents to Tai Chi this weekend. They used to do this in Nashua and have not kept up. I'm hoping I can inspire them to start again. It seems like a worthy exercise, espeically for a Saturday morning so I will be going too. I am of the opinion that, if you do something relaxing on your "off" day (the day you usually do not exercise) you will continue to loose weight. The stretching will do me good too. Good for the joints and all. Plus the variety will add to my workout routine.

Tomorrow, I will see all the folks from Ci2i again. We are going to Trudy's at 6:00 for dinner and 'ritas. It will be fun to catch up with everybody and see all my old friends again. I'm listening to Keb' Mo' recently. He has a song with the line:

"Hello my friend, it's been a while. All our old clothes are back in style. We went our separate ways, only to return. To face a lesson, we failed to learn....."

Rather poignant for the failed universe. I just hope it's as much fun the second time around.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.