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" exercise...one 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 dot.com 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.

Monday, March 18, 2002


It's So Easy Being Green

I had my house painted this weekend. What a great idea it was. I love it when a plan comes together. The fence looks really great, the garage, although still smelling like fresh paint, is crisp and white, and the wall is magnificant. The green color looks really cool, I love it. It's not too dark at all, just the opposite. It looks like the wall should have always been that color. I am so glad I did not even consider choosing a pastel color for my living quarters. It would kill me or something. I'd have some kind of conniption. I don't know why, but I just hate pastel colors. I'm more of a jewel-tone person. But that's just me. I suppose, as we get older, it's best to just accept who we are and not try to change ourselves, re-define ourselves, into somebody we're not. I think I learned this a long time ago, but have to keep reminding myself because sometimes I forget.

My weekend was not as cool as Ken's, I'm sure. He went to the record convention and ran into some, ahem, interesting people, or so I was told. He called me on Saturday to let me know he had some "good blogger material." Sounds almost scary. But, I'm sure he'll survive. I tend to not think about blogger material and just blog about whatever's on my mind at the time. But, if I had good material, I'd like to think I would use it at some point. I think we got it backwards. His life seems a lot more boring than mine.

I saw some bluebonnets this morning, on the way to work. Yippie! It's almost bluebonnet season. I can hardly wait. I want to take some pictures. I know, I know, it's corny but I have not experienced the bluebonnets in a few years and I want to again. I was so busy building dot.com's and doing whatever that I didn't get to stop and smell the bluebonnets along the way. Actually, I really want to go photograph the red poppies in Georgetown, but I'll settle for the bluebonnets. The red poppies do have more of an artistic slant to them. They have more of a history because of van Gogh, I suppose. But, hey, flowers are flowers and all flowers are cool in their own way. It's up to me to photograph them so they look artful, even though art seldom measures up to the real experience of sitting in a field and smelling the real ones.

I saw some silk red poppies on the web that I may just purchase. They are cool looking and I could fit them into my kitchen. Plus it would give me something to practice on until the real ones grow in. And, hey, red is a good offset color for green, right?

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






Wednesday, March 13, 2002


All Things Happen at Once

Well, it's hump day again and, once again, I've been busy. I just took some of my medicine, which should make me feel better. I went to the Doctor yesterday and he told me I was to continue taking the little purple pill. He said the drug companies try to bribe him consistantly and that I would be surprised. "I could eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant every night of the week" were his exact words. Makes you wonder. But, the drug does work, so I will continue to take it.

Well, the house painter never showed up last week, so I'm, once again, waiting for him. Guess his Mom should have named him Godot. I am supposed to meet the car guy on Saturday to find out about my Acura and, well, the painters supposed to come then too. What am I going to do? Is it too late to clone myself? Probably so. At least it gives me time to clean out my garage and do my taxes. Dad will help with the tax part as he's a CPA and Tax Attorney. He knows of such things. He speaks seven languages, not including IRS.

We are having DNS problems at work so you may not get to read this. I hope you will, but you never know. The great computer in the sky may get to read today's blog instead of you. The IT guy from where I currently work, Charlie, is very smart, I'm sure he'll figure it out. Another fellow I work with was complaining about his small penis today. He thought he'd whisper to Charlie and I would not hear his penile reference. Instead I heard and told him I would write about him in my blog. So, ahem.

There's this fellow I work with named Cliff who has a really small penis.

There, I said it. Not that I would know for certain, as I've never actually seen it myself but, if he admits it's small, it must be really tiny. It's probably so small you'd need a microscope to....ah, nevermind. I've wasted enough blog space on Cliff's tiny penis already. This is my blog and, well, there are no small penises allowed in Carol's Little World. (I know HE has a big penis because HE keeps it in HIS pants and never mentions it.) I guess they should pass a rule about small penises. You should never extend more blog space than your penis will allow. Or some such thing. But, I suppose, rules we meant to be broken and all things must happen at once, even in Carol's Little World. It's what makes life more interesting, and what helps me get through (even without a penis.)

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

Monday, March 11, 2002


Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

The time has come, it seems, for me to purchase a new automobile. The car I currently own (drive, paid for, etc.) is a 1988 Honda Accord Coupe. It's a bit old and, even though it's running, I figure it's a good time to get a new one.

I remember the day I got my Accord. It was raining in NH and the dealer met me at the Sheraton Tara Hotel in Nashua. The car seemed a bit zippy and was kind of cute. It was white with black trim and just the right size. I got it new and put 80,000 miles on it. It came to Texas with me in 1992 and I've moved at least two times in it. It's a good sized car, not too big but big enough to hold some of my friends. I suppose I will miss it, although I will enjoy getting a new one. I will probably still have a white one, but the new one will be clean, at least for a short time. For a look at some pics, go here.

In other news, I went for Chinese food with HIM this weekend. It was great. He is so sophisticated. I love going out with him. Well, I suppose that's obvious, since I love HIM but, going out is always a special treat.


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

Friday, March 08, 2002

Fortune Cookies for your Soul

Sorry to disappoint, but I am, once again, going to speak of lunch and food. (Look away now if you are on a diet.)

I ran out of cheese or, actually, got sick of it, so today I went for Suzi's Chinese Food. Spicy bean curd with hot and sour soup and white rice (instead of fried.) I did Tae Bo last night for one hour and figured it would be best if I didn't overdo it today so I passed on the fried rice. The advanced Tae Bo is, quite literally, a pain in the ass. My butt is still sore from last night.

Anyway, I got a fortune cookie with my lunch and the fortune was quite interesting.

"The person you are thinking of is also thinking of you."

OK, so this has me wondering. WHO IS THINKING ABOUT ME???? Geesh. I'd rather have a fortune that read "Help! I'm trapped in a fortune cookie factory and I can't get out." My mind is racing. Is it HIM? Is it Dr. Tom? Is it somebody from Ci2i? Is it somebody from Tivoli? Is it somebody I work with now? Is it my family? Geesh. Can you be a little less vague please? If you are listening Mr. Great Confucius in the Sky, next time, please be more specific, ok? I can't handle vagaries.

Some of my other favorite fortunes were:

"One old friend is better than two new ones." "To one who waits, a moment seems a year." (Got that just after I told somebody, "ah, I'll do that tomorrow.")

Once, when Austin was under a big ice storm and the ground froze over for four days straight, I walked to Kim Phung and the first person to open a cookie got: "You will approach the road before you with a newfound spin" or some such thing. I guess that's how you say, "Drive Carefully" in Chinese. Or actually Fortune Cookie speak (whatever that is.)

I wonder if we could hook up this blogger thing to a fortune generator. It would post random fortunes every day at a certain time. Hmmm. Wouldn't be that hard, I bet I could do it. There's a fortune generator built-into Linux and I could just write a wrapper for it.

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





Thursday, March 07, 2002


Sounding off about Odds and Ends

Eric Clapton has been replaced by something more serious (for lack of a better word), Canon in D and Rachmaninov. Yes, it's true. I listen to classical music too. Sorry to disappoint all of my loyal readers (probably all 3 of you) who think that I am some hard rocking headbanger type. Don't get me wrong, I listen to a lot of other stuff too. I absolutely loved the recording Metallica did with the orchestra. It was fantasic. Such dark, heavy passages and excellent counter-point technique overlaying the intense guitar work. Makes me wish I'd remember more from my days as a music maker. I can't even remember all the modes anymore. And that's pretty sad. But, I can still recognize good stuff when I hear it. And that was good.

In other news, I will be having my house painted a bit this weekend, so I've been very busy. In between trying to checkin code at work, trying to checkin code for my open source project, and trying to clean out my garage, I will have very little time to post this week.

This Tuesday evening, I went to Home Depot and picked out colors for my painting project. As is typical of Carol's Little World, I did, ahem, not choose pastels. Wouldn't life be so much easier if I it were all pastel-colored, soft, and fluffy? Instead, I opted for an intense green, coupled with a dark, satin finish green for my niche. The satin green is so dark, it looks almost black. I'm going to paint the back of the niche with the satin paint, paint the big surrounding wall a dark green "suede" finish, and leave the sides of the niche and the encircling trim white. I'm so glad I get to paint the walls any color I want. And, being an artist, I love color. Living in a white house has been killing me. As Dylan once said, "the times they are a changing." And they never seem to change to the pastel.

This week, I have not been working out as much as I should. Only two times so far, because life has gotten a bit hectic. How does that old saying go? Sometimes you are the pigeon and sometimes you are the statue. Something like that anyway. I have decided though that I am going to take up Tao Kwan Do again seriously, and I will be studying for my Java certification (hope to take the test sometime in June or so, maybe before the weather gets hot.) Time to get some paperwork to validate what I have been doing all this time.

But, for now, I am distracted. Hmmm. I wonder how Ken will react when he finds out I listen to smooth jazz and classical music. Oh well. If given the choice between being cool and being honest, I guess I will always choose honesty. Besides, Miles was cool enough for the two of us. And, hey, I once wrote a song called Some Kind of Cool, and I played at the Kool jazz festival, so that makes me a player, anyway right?

Hey, Ken, if you really want to blow your mind, listen to some Pat Methany, some Miles, some Metallica, some Rachmaninov, some Boney James, and some Warren Hill, alongside the River of Tears. These are the sounds of Carol's Little World. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.

May your musical palette be as rich as a bank vault and may your world be filled with music that is as honest as it is intense. Oh yeah, and cool to boot. When you expand your horizons, you can sometimes see forever. Or at least for miles (of is that Miles? Bah. Bad joke.)

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



Tuesday, March 05, 2002


Music, Music, Music

I'm listening to Eric Clapton now. He's always been my favorite. Sure, other guitar players maybe better than him, but he has it. He just has it. He is able to channel so much emotion into his hands, it's unbelievable. Sure, he's not the greatest of songwriters, and he's probably one of the least creative of the successful artists that exist in our time. But there's more to art than just raw creativity. There's passion and emotion, technique and style. And he has it. If you don't believe me, listen to River of Tears, the live version. No human should have to feel that way buy, if he does, I'm thankful it's down in music for us all to enjoy.

I used to play the guitar. I went to see EC in concert, looked down at my hands and said to myself, "if you can't do this the way he can do this, don't bother." I really feel that, if you cannot add something to your art, if you cannot raise the level of expertise, "raise the bar" as it were, take it up as a hobby or give it up entirely. You have to be the best, mediocre art is just not good enough. It's not worth the price of admission.

Don't get me wrong, art is a wonderful thing. It inspires us, lifts our souls, saves us in our darkest hours, and, yes, it's all it's cracked up to be. Being an artist is one of the greatest rewards a human could possible experience. But, the world needs secretaries too (or administrative assistants or whatever they call themselves these days). I believe you can raise anything to an art form if you do it well enough. And art has a high price. It's a great drain being an artist because you are always pressured to be the best. You are the one who pushes the boundaries and, as such, you are the keeper of the edges. You define the limits of society, of our hopes, our dreams, our social moreys. It's a hard burden to bear. Being the only voice when others cannot speak makes life difficult for you. You keep looking around the corner, wondering if your vocal cords will give out, wondering why you were the chosen one, and wondering what you will do next. When you sing every night up into the rafters, you have to wonder what to do for the next encore, right?

Art is such a cruel mistress. What she gives, she takes away in spades.

"My times run out, now I gotta go. Gotta run away again. Still I catch myself thinking. One day I'll find my way back here. You'd save me from drowning. Drowning in a river....drowning in a river of tears."

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



Monday, March 04, 2002


Another Monday Lament: The Best of Plans/The Worst of Times

Well, it's Monday, which isn't the worst of my news. This weekend was so cold in Austin, I think I froze off what little assets I have. I had planned to go out shooting and actually run some film through my camera but it was just too cold. You know what they say about the best laid plans, don't you?

Ken called me on Saturday night, asking if I wanted to come over and checkout his new place. Ted was asleep when he called me. Ted, it seemed, went over to Ken's and fell asleep on the couch. The pizza guy showed up too, while we were talking on the phone. I hope, for Ken's sake anyway, it's not that cozy of a place. I passed on the invite, simply because I was to embarassed to tell him I was already in my PJs and seriously contemplating getting in my jacuzzi to thaw out. Silly me, I actually wanted to feel my legs again. Ken, if you are reading this, next time it's above 40, call me and I will try to go bowling or do something fun.

I moved away from the Boston area to escape this type of cold weather. It was 54 in Boston this weekend. And I miss my X-boyfriend, Scott, who was kind enough to send me a CD of recent local Boston bands. They are pretty good and I'm enjoying the CD a lot. I didn't get to spend that much time with HIM this weekend, either. HE was busy with some work-related stuff and had some family visiting from out of town. Plus it was just too cold to sit outside and play chess or do much of anything. HE did say HE wants to go shooting again, "sometime when it gets warm." Maybe I can talk HIM into going to Georgetown for the flander's field poppy festival. That would be nice. If the ground ever thaws long enough for the poppies to grow.

Recent picks on my MP3 list include nothing but Sarah McLachlan. I don't know why, but she has seemingly replaced the Cowboy Junkies at least for today. I do like her voice a lot. Wish I could sing like that, in fact. I sound more like a frog when I try to sing. But, I can play a couple of instruments and I should not really complain. Photography is my new gig. I just enjoy music as a listener now. It's much better that way. I hated the process of actually making music. It was a royal pain in the ass. And it never turns out the way you want it to be. Sort of like the best laid plans, I suppose. (What's that they say about the road to Hell? Oh yeah, it's paved with good intentions and the best of plans that were next carried out.)

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



Friday, March 01, 2002

Simple Pleasures

It's Friday. TGIF. I'm kicking back at work enjoying a beer. One of the companies I used to work for, Tivoli, used to sponsor a happy hour ever week. Along comes the new economy and poof, no more happy hour. What the suites don't realize is that it's the simple pleasures in life that keep employees really happy. Most folks want a steady job, but they also want to enjoy what they do and feel like they are contributing to the bottom line. Kicking back on Friday just does not cut into profits. If you have to work all weekend, you can afford to take 20 minutes out of Friday to enjoy a beer and take a mental break. If you don't have to work all weekend, what's the harm in "bugging out" 20 minutes early on Friday to kick back and enjoy a beer? Especially since it leads to team building and brings everybody all that much closer.

They call it Happy Hour for a reason. It ain't so sad. Although I am, once again, listening to the Cowboy Junkies. Damn. Sorry, Ken, I can't help myself. Speaking of Ken, he's moving this weekend. Hey Ken, I hope that your next blog finds you in your new home, all unpacked and happy. And maybe even enjoying a beer or two.

I was trying to think of some additional simple pleasures I have enjoyed over time. Abba is a guilty pleasure, not a simple one. OK, how about Sunday afternoons, skim milk and cookies, the cool wind through my hair when riding in my friend's convertable. My dog, Charlie. Wearing jeans and track shoes to work on a Tuesday afternoon. Making all the lights on the way home. Getting to print something without having to change the toner cartridge. Walking on the beach with HIM with our feet in the ocean and waves at our backs. My camera and a good photo shoot.

Ugh. Speaking of cameras and photography, one of my favorite pro labs in Austin, Austin Photolab, has closed it's doors. I don't know what I'm going to do. I suppose it's time to go digital. Which, by the way, is neither simple nor a pleasure. It's going to be an expensive pain in the rear. And that, my friends, is not going to be a topic for another blog on another day.

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