| Somewhere, but where? |
[May. 16th, 2012|05:26 pm] |
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I have got to get away for a couple days. T understands. The Desert Rats are going to do Writer's Camp again this year, but everyone seems to be leaning toward Labor Day, and I need it NOW. Well, in the next couple weeks. The kids have one more week of school and then I can go.
The main thing is to be alone, in nature, or rather, in a decent hotel/motel/vacation rental/cabin situated in nature. Someplace I can put together simple meals, spread out my note cards and art supplies, and be an artist, by myself, for three days.
Since I'd be going alone, and hate driving, it should be someplace less than 4 hours from Tucson. (The Grand Canyon is out; that's 6 hours, and crowded, and rooms are expensive there.) Mexico is also out, as I haven't got a passport. But that still leaves big chunks of AZ, plus NM, and CA. No place where I know people because I don't want to talk to anyone and no place fancy because I don't want to spend more than a few hundred on the whole trip, including food, gas, and hotel.
Wondering if anyone has any ideas, realizing that the gaping, Russian-porn-filled abyss that is LJ these days is not the place to find answer. |
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| Southern Florida Bullet Lists! |
[Apr. 21st, 2012|11:35 pm] |
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Cool Things!
- Being driven around in a new Crown Victoria like some kind of dowager!
- Multiple brunches; many bagels; much lox!
- Orchid trees!
- Giant toad!
- Lizards!
- Chupacabra!
- Beach day!
- Yoga!
- Fancy dinner party!
- Telling Mom what's what!
- Dancing with world's cutest nephew!
- Playing with adorable niece!
- Impressing people with new fiance
- Mojitos! Cuban food! Bongo music!
- Pretending not to receive work-related email!
- 5 whole days with Tabor!
Cities
- Hallandale
- Boca Raton
- Coral Gables
- Miami
Family
- Mom
- Dad
- Brother
- Nephew
- Niece
- Aunts (2)
- Uncles (2)
- Grandmother
- Grandfather
- First Cousins (2)
- Second Cousins (5)
- Great Uncle
- Great Aunt
Less cool things
- Insomnia
- Cough; congestion; inner ear pressure
- Lobster dinner (not impressed; do not need to try again)
- Sunburn
- Carbohydrate addiction
- Poverty
- Going home
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| You should probably just skip this negativity-filled post |
[Apr. 17th, 2012|05:08 pm] |
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| |  frustrated | ] |
We're going to Florida for my cousin's bat mitzvah, but all the joy's gone out of the trip, since I am currently more furious with my mother than I've been since I was a teenager. After many statements such as, "When you get married, you can have whatever you want," and "We're going to write you a check to pay for the wedding and that will be our gift to you; you can spend it however you want," my mother is trying to take over my wedding.
There will be a confrontation.
It's especially sad, after all the effort I put into making Passover exactly the way *she* wanted it (except that I didn't buy any zucchini, because blech). My shoulder is still in pain from the stress of fulfilling her expectations, so it's incredibly hurtful to hear her declare that my plans are "dirty and ugly" and that she doesn't want to dress up if I go through with them. So now I get the fun task of explaining that her options are A) giving us the money and butting out or B) not giving us the money and butting out. I imagine she'll find the $0 budget wedding even less to her taste. The $0 budget wedding will lack frivolities like tables and chairs.
Actually, after Rabbit's success at Kickstarter maybe I should just crowd source the funding.
Just kidding.
T just told me that my ring will be ready...about 6 hours after we leave for Ft. Lauderdale. Damn. It would have been nice to have, considering we ordered it 10 weeks ago and paid in full a month ago. And more jewelry is an asset in a fight.
Migraine coming on. My family gives me insomnia. And I'm still getting over a horrible cold. |
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| I am a sensitive artist, aren't I? |
[Apr. 12th, 2012|12:57 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  uncomfortable | ] |
The other day, reading this blog post by Amanda Palmer helped me express my need for a temporal space in which to be an artist. The Desert Rat Writer's Camp fulfilled that last year, but really, I need/deserve two different weeks a year. T agrees/understands.
The logistics are tough. Doing Desert Rat again would be wonderful, but ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=91.7) is probably going to spend his summer at the beach and is still in her year of no traveling (although I think she did add AZ to her list of places she could go) and [Bad username: erratic_rabbit</a] probably can't afford it, considering she's still getting the money for her epic road trip with [Bad username: amanderpanderer</a>.
The trip T and I were going to take to Sells could have counted, but we didn't take it.
Especially after a day like today, which included listening to a 9-year-old screaming for literally 90 minutes straight, punctuated by period door-slamming (later, sane and rational child recovered from his tantrum: ]insane</i> if I cannot focus on my art.
Haven't written in weeks :( I'm barely recovered from Passover (21 people for first Seder and 19 for second). I have to make a place for art. |
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| Horrible, horrible snow |
[Mar. 19th, 2012|11:27 am] |
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| | cold | ] |
Him: Wake up and come look outside! It's snowing!
Me: But I don't want to see snow.
Him: But it hardly ever snows in this town.
Me: That's why I moved down here.
Him: Fine, go back to sleep.
Me: No, I'll look at the snow.
It is horrible. |
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| I've got a brand new pair of roller skates |
[Feb. 27th, 2012|05:54 pm] |
Actually, I've got a second-hand pair of roller skates. I skated up and down the sidewalk a bit. For the life of me, I can't seem to remember how to stop. Is it like ice skating, where you make a T with your feet? There are these things on the toes that look like they should be some sort of braking mechanism, but they certainly don't behave like breaking mechanisms.
I thought roller skates could be a nice alternative form of transportation, but it's going to take a LOT of practice before they're a safe and effective way for me to get around. It's been 20 years since I've done this!
Can feel my calves getting buff, though :) |
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| Accomplishments! |
[Feb. 22nd, 2012|09:24 pm] |
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| |  accomplished | ] |
Today was pretty good, actually! All disputes at work have been resolved in my favor. I hired 1 of my new assistants (the other doesn't answer her phone--how long do you give someone to get in touch before you go to the next candidate?) got a fair amount of work done for my main client (who actually accepted it all with no revisions!) and some stuff for Brother Wolf Press. The guy who likes to clean my house for free because he's weird and I'm cute came and cleaned up all the construction debris. I ran to school to take a picture of my spring bulletin board and the aftercare lady decided I needed a picture with me in it:
I burned up Crossfit. Or maybe it burned me? Anyway, the WOD was:
3 rounds for time
200 meter overhead plate carry (25# Rx for girls)
20 chest to bar pullups
30 butterfly situps
I Rxd the weight (ouch) and got my chest to the bar every time (green band, but hey! I needed the lift!). Situps are one of the very few things I'm actually OK at. Butterflies give me an advantage over a lot of people because that flexibility is natural to me.
Then I taught my yoga class, which was a very good one, even though we didn't do any warrior poses, and also despite the fact that there is a Krav Maga class meeting in the next room, which can be a bit of a distraction when you're trying to meditate. We did a lot of twists and shoulder stretches and hamstring stretches and hip openers and everyone was happy. I stayed after kibbitzing for quite a while. Now it's after 9 and I am drinking the remains of my mango lassi from breakfast.
My shoulders are going to HURT tomorrow! Yay. Maybe I'll take a naproxen now. I should probably eat something. |
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| Just rantin' |
[Feb. 21st, 2012|12:03 pm] |
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| |  angry | ] |
Being told how to do my job by people who don't know how to do my job gets really old. It's bad enough when it's the CEO telling me that I have to hire the co-owner's sister-in-law (fortunately, she talked herself out of that job herself by asking for a raise before she actually took the copywriting test, and then by asking for an extension on the test 2 days into the 5 days she was given to do it) but it's really unconscionable when it's the fresh-out-of-college design intern who can't spell to save his life. I don't tell you how to draw pictures, asshole. Don't tell me how to write a goddamn website. It may interest you to know that I have been doing this job for 4 years without your assistance. It may also interest you to know that I am actually the final authority for all the text that appears on the website. Go on and appeal to the CEO and the business office, if you think that's wise. But know that the CEO and the business department come to me with writing questions. They don't edit my work on the website and then tell me I made a mistake. Idiot.
I hope the CEO tells you to STFU.
I need to let go... |
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| My Writing Is Appreciated |
[Feb. 17th, 2012|07:47 pm] |
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A stranger on the Internet liked my story :)
Also today I had to interview someone for a client, and she started talking about how she hadn't known anything about the client's products or services so she just made her decision based on the website's well-written and ultimately accurate copy. I'm like, "Thanks. I wrote it." We were both amused. |
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