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04/18/2006 10:09 #21986
great04/17/2006 08:55 #21985
dyngus dayThe several real actual Polish, non-Buffalo people of my acquaintance all laugh when I mention that Dyngus Day is a big deal in Buffalo. Also, none of them have ever encountered anything involving pussy willows. Therefore, I think this-all is just kind of a Buffalo thing. But still, it sounds fun. Every ethnicity in Buffalo has its own drinking holiday-- how great is that? This is a great city.
Not that I can ever participate in any of them, but the idea is great nonetheless.
I like my job, sort of, for the most part, but for two things: I am on a "part-time" schedule that has me working six days this week, and I never have holidays off and in fact have especially long days on holidays because all the senior people do have them off.
Also I can never get a Saturday or Sunday off, which means that (e:zobar) and I see one another in spans never longer than a couple of hours. Which, you know, some late-shift workers have it much worse, but, still, others being worse-off doesn't actually alleviate my pain at all. You know?
All right, i changed the colors here and have determined it's not the colors that make me inarticulate. I'm just inarticulate.
Not that I can ever participate in any of them, but the idea is great nonetheless.
I like my job, sort of, for the most part, but for two things: I am on a "part-time" schedule that has me working six days this week, and I never have holidays off and in fact have especially long days on holidays because all the senior people do have them off.
Also I can never get a Saturday or Sunday off, which means that (e:zobar) and I see one another in spans never longer than a couple of hours. Which, you know, some late-shift workers have it much worse, but, still, others being worse-off doesn't actually alleviate my pain at all. You know?
All right, i changed the colors here and have determined it's not the colors that make me inarticulate. I'm just inarticulate.
uncutsaniflush - 04/17/06 09:53
fwiw, I was born in Poland and grew up in the Detroit area Polonia community and I had never heard of it until I moved to Buffalo. I had heard of the folk tradition that Dyngus day is based upon - "lany poniedziałek" or "Oblewania" ("wet Monday" or "get soaked" would my translation to English) but it was a tradition that is considered to be rural and is not particularly common in the major urban areas of Poland.
fwiw, I was born in Poland and grew up in the Detroit area Polonia community and I had never heard of it until I moved to Buffalo. I had heard of the folk tradition that Dyngus day is based upon - "lany poniedziałek" or "Oblewania" ("wet Monday" or "get soaked" would my translation to English) but it was a tradition that is considered to be rural and is not particularly common in the major urban areas of Poland.
04/16/2006 09:46 #21984
eeeeeeeeeeesssssttttteeeeerrrrrrrrThe Easter bunny came! With a big white bag from Parkside Candy! And (e:zobar) and I have both just stuffed ourselves with chocolate! And washed it down with coffee! And I just chased him slowly around the house trying to tickle him. I thought it'd be a great idea to see which of us could make the other barf first.
I have to go to work in a little bit. I am going to stuff myself with chocolate and show up so fucking high on sugar, and see if that gets me through the day.
Man! Z is fun when he's fucked-up.
And this is legal. Is this a great country or what?
I have media to blog with, later, when I am not so lazy (photos, of Z's family doing traditional Latvian egg-dyeing, with onion skins and pocket knives and pantyhose). Meanwhile, I link to this instead:
Eddy from Z's work goes to the Broadway Market, eats the horseradish, manages to get in not one but three phallic jokes, all to a polka soundtrack.
I have to go to work in a little bit. I am going to stuff myself with chocolate and show up so fucking high on sugar, and see if that gets me through the day.
Man! Z is fun when he's fucked-up.
And this is legal. Is this a great country or what?
I have media to blog with, later, when I am not so lazy (photos, of Z's family doing traditional Latvian egg-dyeing, with onion skins and pocket knives and pantyhose). Meanwhile, I link to this instead:
Eddy from Z's work goes to the Broadway Market, eats the horseradish, manages to get in not one but three phallic jokes, all to a polka soundtrack.
04/13/2006 19:39 #21983
lovely eveningCategory: garden
Yikes, I just absentmindedly tabbed to the next field and wound up not in this one, but in one of the search fields. I still don't know this place very well!
I was going to talk more about gardens. Not much has happened, in that I haven't done much-- every day I water the seedlings in the front window and under the gro-light. I rotate them too so they grow straight. Nothing exciting, though.
None of the seeds I planted outdoors have come up. Depressing. This is the worst part of gardening, when you think, "Great, i screwed it all up."
I did count up my seedlings. I have fifteen tomato seedlings, eight sweet peppers, eight ancho peppers, five anaheim peppers, and then there are ten peppers I forgot to label. I planted cucumbers and zinneas under the grow-lights, and so I have ten zinnea seedlings and six cucumber seedlings. The peppers are ready to be set outside, though, which is a problem because it's not time yet.
Of the bulbs I planted last fall, I've got a bunch of hyacinths blooming now, which is really nice because they smell good. Daffodils are blooming too. Crocuses are just about done, which is sad-- I love them.
Just went for a walk around the neighborhood, which was nice. (e:zobar) and I both really like to look into people's yards just to see their stuff and how they've got it laid out and how they use their space, which is, I suppose, kinda creepy-- I love looking in windows, too, but I have a policy of not peering overtly, and I won't leave the sidewalk or even deviate from my place in the sidewalk, because that's wrong. But if you can see in, I mean, why not glance in as you go by? People have neat stuff.
But then, I'm a nutjob, so...
Mailed my mom a bunch of easter eggs from the Broadway Market, so she's happy, but I didn't get myself any. Oh well: People who work every Sunday don't get to celebrate Easter, see, so what's the point of getting excited? There is none.
I don't ever have anything really clever to post here. I assure you, I am not this boring. Maybe it's something about the orange and green color scheme... I can't possibly compete with its colorfulness... This is why my livejournal is plain white.
I was going to talk more about gardens. Not much has happened, in that I haven't done much-- every day I water the seedlings in the front window and under the gro-light. I rotate them too so they grow straight. Nothing exciting, though.
None of the seeds I planted outdoors have come up. Depressing. This is the worst part of gardening, when you think, "Great, i screwed it all up."
I did count up my seedlings. I have fifteen tomato seedlings, eight sweet peppers, eight ancho peppers, five anaheim peppers, and then there are ten peppers I forgot to label. I planted cucumbers and zinneas under the grow-lights, and so I have ten zinnea seedlings and six cucumber seedlings. The peppers are ready to be set outside, though, which is a problem because it's not time yet.
Of the bulbs I planted last fall, I've got a bunch of hyacinths blooming now, which is really nice because they smell good. Daffodils are blooming too. Crocuses are just about done, which is sad-- I love them.
Just went for a walk around the neighborhood, which was nice. (e:zobar) and I both really like to look into people's yards just to see their stuff and how they've got it laid out and how they use their space, which is, I suppose, kinda creepy-- I love looking in windows, too, but I have a policy of not peering overtly, and I won't leave the sidewalk or even deviate from my place in the sidewalk, because that's wrong. But if you can see in, I mean, why not glance in as you go by? People have neat stuff.
But then, I'm a nutjob, so...
Mailed my mom a bunch of easter eggs from the Broadway Market, so she's happy, but I didn't get myself any. Oh well: People who work every Sunday don't get to celebrate Easter, see, so what's the point of getting excited? There is none.
I don't ever have anything really clever to post here. I assure you, I am not this boring. Maybe it's something about the orange and green color scheme... I can't possibly compete with its colorfulness... This is why my livejournal is plain white.
kara - 04/13/06 20:47
My puppy and I worked outside a bit this evening - I did some digging (of weeds, I hope) and filled some pots with potting soil. I planted lavender, dill and peppermint seeds in a few of the pots, some hollyhocks in another, and I need a big tub still for my lettuce and carrots.
The seedlings I've started at our weekend estate (J's parents' house) are growing - the peppers were slow to start, but the purple tomatoes sprouted almost 2 inches in a week.
If my hollyhocks work out, feel like trading a few for some zinnias?
My puppy and I worked outside a bit this evening - I did some digging (of weeds, I hope) and filled some pots with potting soil. I planted lavender, dill and peppermint seeds in a few of the pots, some hollyhocks in another, and I need a big tub still for my lettuce and carrots.
The seedlings I've started at our weekend estate (J's parents' house) are growing - the peppers were slow to start, but the purple tomatoes sprouted almost 2 inches in a week.
If my hollyhocks work out, feel like trading a few for some zinnias?
dragonlady7 - 04/13/06 20:29
Yeah, (e:zobar) was showing me the different layouts. Which was amusing, but doesn't change the fact that I'm boring lately. ^.^
I want to do something eccentric to my house but I don't quite own it really, so I probably shouldn't. I'd love to paint it but I'll settle for planting neon green zinneas. Whee!
Yeah, (e:zobar) was showing me the different layouts. Which was amusing, but doesn't change the fact that I'm boring lately. ^.^
I want to do something eccentric to my house but I don't quite own it really, so I probably shouldn't. I'd love to paint it but I'll settle for planting neon green zinneas. Whee!
leetee - 04/13/06 19:53
hahaha... i must be a nutjob, too. I love to see what people have done with their houses. There's a house over here on the wild and wiked west side, on Lafayette near Grant that is the brightest colours of pink and purple. You can't not look at it... i've tried!
You can change the theme colours of (e:strip) that you use, if you want something less colourful. On the very top right hand side, there's a bunch of icons... hover, and they tell you what they are called... click and presto! Some are less vivid than others. :O)
hahaha... i must be a nutjob, too. I love to see what people have done with their houses. There's a house over here on the wild and wiked west side, on Lafayette near Grant that is the brightest colours of pink and purple. You can't not look at it... i've tried!
You can change the theme colours of (e:strip) that you use, if you want something less colourful. On the very top right hand side, there's a bunch of icons... hover, and they tell you what they are called... click and presto! Some are less vivid than others. :O)
04/11/2006 12:26 #21982
blogs are for whiningBad day. One shouldn't have such a bad day when it is so nice outside.
I have two computers. Both are malfunctioning.
I have a novel that is 136,631 words long. (I just hit the wordcount button in Word, and it's a palindrome! hey neat. [for the curious, that's 236 pages, single-spaced. Printed in paperback-novel form it would approach 500 pages.]) I am nearly done with the first draft. I am tired and want it to be finished. But it is not finished. (I am in the middle of writing a sex scene for the novel, and could not be less in the mood. Which is too bad, as the point-of-view character could not be more in the mood, and I feel I'm letting him down, but I'm sorry, I really just can't make it any hotter. Poor fellow. He thinks I'm about to kill him, too, and the only reason I'm not is because I am also not in the mood for the irony and tragedy that would entail. Not that I don't love him, because I do, but from a writer's standpoint that makes his survival even more tenuous.)
I wish I had some dark chocolate in the house. I was so mad at my computers that I mopped the floors, and then I went for a jog while the floors dried, and now I want to sit and stuff my mouth with something really dark, a little bitter, a little decadent, but all I've got in the house are semi-sweet chocolate chips and some Cadbury Eggs. Neither of which is suiting my mood.
My monitor is flickering. I do not dare go out and do some gardening in the yard because my next-door neighbor is Completely Batty and if she comes over to yell at me about one more thing I'm-a deck her.
Z is taking offense to everything I say lately and I am wondering whether it is the stress of his job, or if I am somehow transforming into a bad person. I feel like I have not done anything fun in a long time and perhaps I am stagnating. I know I have been reduced to less than a half-dozen topics of conversation lately and I"m just not very interesting.
So there you have it: it is a winter of discontent, and yet, it is spring. Surely I should feel better about all of these things?
My first daffodil is blooming, in the front yard. I don't feel better.
I have two computers. Both are malfunctioning.
I have a novel that is 136,631 words long. (I just hit the wordcount button in Word, and it's a palindrome! hey neat. [for the curious, that's 236 pages, single-spaced. Printed in paperback-novel form it would approach 500 pages.]) I am nearly done with the first draft. I am tired and want it to be finished. But it is not finished. (I am in the middle of writing a sex scene for the novel, and could not be less in the mood. Which is too bad, as the point-of-view character could not be more in the mood, and I feel I'm letting him down, but I'm sorry, I really just can't make it any hotter. Poor fellow. He thinks I'm about to kill him, too, and the only reason I'm not is because I am also not in the mood for the irony and tragedy that would entail. Not that I don't love him, because I do, but from a writer's standpoint that makes his survival even more tenuous.)
I wish I had some dark chocolate in the house. I was so mad at my computers that I mopped the floors, and then I went for a jog while the floors dried, and now I want to sit and stuff my mouth with something really dark, a little bitter, a little decadent, but all I've got in the house are semi-sweet chocolate chips and some Cadbury Eggs. Neither of which is suiting my mood.
My monitor is flickering. I do not dare go out and do some gardening in the yard because my next-door neighbor is Completely Batty and if she comes over to yell at me about one more thing I'm-a deck her.
Z is taking offense to everything I say lately and I am wondering whether it is the stress of his job, or if I am somehow transforming into a bad person. I feel like I have not done anything fun in a long time and perhaps I am stagnating. I know I have been reduced to less than a half-dozen topics of conversation lately and I"m just not very interesting.
So there you have it: it is a winter of discontent, and yet, it is spring. Surely I should feel better about all of these things?
My first daffodil is blooming, in the front yard. I don't feel better.
I feel for ya. Can't tell you how many times something like that has happened to me. For me, it's usually 'cause i've clicked when i should have clacked...
Here's a trick -
compose your post, sans formatting, in your (e:pad). This is great for when you want to write a post, but don't necessarily want to post it from work. Save your work in the (e:pad) as you go, then copy and paste into your journal when you're ready.