Year: 2005

Visit from Mom and Dad

Mom and Dad came down for a visit this morning, their first since I moved back to their end of the country. We had lunch (at the cafeteria, natch), wandered around town a bit, and tried unsuccessfully to shop. It struck me that this was the first time my dad had visited a place Mark and I lived in together (my mom too, for that matter), and the one bed didn’t seem to cause him too much discomfort. Or else, he was just comforted by the nice, cold Piggly Wiggly orange soda I had waiting for him…

Speaking of home, I guess it’s time I updated the Where I Live page with some tentative new photos. Keep in mind that it will look much nicer when we finally buy a couch…

More:

  • Now that Mark has broken the news, I can also now mention the fact that we’re uncles. And damn, I’m glad he’s on the way home…
  • Tonight, for those of you who care or keep track of such things, is the twenty-third anniversary of my first time on the radio. And now that I’ve found it, I can actually listen to a very low-fi recording of that first broadcast…

 

13 July 2005

I’m so glad I no longer live in a place where it’s easer to buy a bag of marijuana than a hamburger. I knew there was some reason people were so much less annoying here. Link, by the way, is via my hubby, who’s sitting at a Starbucks in Fresno enjoying his free T-Mobile account and waiting to become an uncle…

Me, I’m just sitting here frustrated at not being able to buy a pair of shoes tonight. All I wanted was a nice, semi-dressy pair of black oxfords. For the past several years, we’ve been in a period of REALLY UGLY men’s shoes, one which rivals the worst years of the 1970s. Why must everything either be boxy and square-toed and buckly, or (even worse) look like bowling shoes? Something must be done about this, and soon…

Back to the living room for me. In Mark’s absence, I’m doing my annual viewing of the entire Godfather series, and tonight’s feature is Part II, Disc 2. That’s one thing I DO miss about the 1970s: Robert DeNiro looking sexy and studly rather than just sort of looking like Harvey Keitel…

More:

Squishiness and Supermarkets

Damn. I already miss the boy like crazy, and then I read this and it gets me all sniffly on a Monday morning. Come home soon, m’love…

I did my Charlotte research for Groceteria yesterday afternoon at the main library downtown. No, wait. That’s “Uptown”. Nope, that’s not it either. In “Center City”. Yeah. That’s the ticket. Anyway, I was very happy to find that (a) several parking garages are free on the weekends, and (b) Fuel Pizza at 6th and College is open on Sunday. The latter made me especially happy, since I hadn’t realized how long I’d be in the library and neglected to eat before I went…

And yes, I was geeky and entered every address into a spreadsheet last night after getting home. To coin a phrase: I love “spending (my) free time doing things which uncomfortably resemble work for most of the world.” Yes, we very much ARE meant for each other, thanks…

OK. Back to job hunting…

Records

Now don’t think for a moment that I don’t miss Mark a lot since he left on his two-week road trip this weekend. Tonight, however, I was able to get my mind off it very successfully because I have — after thirteen years — finally been reunited with my vinyl. And this is a truly wonderful thing…

I never brought the records west with me. There was just too much stuff and I never really had a way to do it. So they’ve been in the closet of my childhood bedroom in Greensboro since 1992. Until now…

Having been heavily involved in the college radio thing during the early 1980s, I have a fairly interesting collection of stuff, much of which never made it to CD. In addition, I have copies of old syndicated radio shows from the period, like “Rock Over London” and the “BBC College Concert”. And I found tapes of my old radio broadcasts which I’d though were lost forever…

Let the digitizing begin. Anybody wanna sponsor me if I start an internet radio station?