Born about two days ago. My favorite auntie Lovey's second little girl. How lucky she is for such a cutie. And the first, Elizabeth, is already so darn cute. Here's some pics.


Samantha a couple minutes after birth


Samantha a couple days after birth

I've been home from work for about an hour. This shift is strange. I can't ever just go to bed after work, so always do something first, a movie, a book, a video game, (e:strip)? I just watched a PBS documentary for a half hour or so. It chronicled the adventures of a Vietnamese girl who came for schooling to America. She lived in Georgia. Maybe that's enough said. There was a conversation between her and a friend about gay people and the hickbilly says that while being a lesbian is maybe okay, the thought of gay men is disgusting, just wrong. Maybe I should rejoice that lesbians at least are okay, though I fear some malecentric propaganda is the cause. Anyways, the Vietnamese girl has some money problems (she's going to figgin' Tulane, a school I wouldn't've tried to afford, fer heaven's sake) and is forced to get a job. At first as a farily harmless waitress in a Chinese restaurant, but then as the money situation tightens, she is forced to change schools and move to Detroit where she does nails. The last scene of the program is her doing some disgusting old bag's toenails. The lady calmly instructs her on how best to cut off her yellowing skin and nails, while asking questions like, "so how do you like America?" Then after instructing her that she wants the deep red, "cause it looks like the American flag," she explains that she would feel real bad if the girl had any negative impressions of our country. I'm thinking, is this not just about the worst impression of our country, the foreigner who is forced to scrub nasty women's feet in order to pay for her education? The girl even comments that she never expected to be doing the job of the shoe shiner back home. Ahhh America.

I hurt my back. I think it was the biking-day followed by the canoeing-day followed by the 4-hour nap on the couch (which is not all that big and also housed (e:matthew) at the time). I think it's getting better now, but oh how I hate being a gimp. While I made soup today I was seriously hunched like an old-old man. It's all in the way I sleep. My favorite position is somewhere between side and belly. I start out pure side (which I think is fine for the back) but then my leg slowly crooks and extends, until I am half-side and half-belly, which I think puts strange stresses on my back. I need to do a gandhi-stlye sleep on the floor thing. Tonight, at least.

Welcome back (e:springfaerie)!

Welcome back New York trippers!

is that one n or two?

Went on a bike ride with my friend Dave from Lockport and a couple of his friends. Pat and Terri are fun, but they take their time, from skiing to canoeing, they're always "bringin up the rear", as they like to say. Took them on my"hidden trails of B-low" tour, from the park to Grant St. via the Scajaquada trail. We were supposed to make it to the river, but the rain and the dawdling shortened our journey. We went around the Richardson Complex instead. It always amazes me that people from as near as Lockport are ignorant of Buffalo, and it's "sights." Suburbs (not that Lockport can really be described as a suburb) have really become almost fully autonomous, with no need for succor from the mother-city.

We are contemplating going to the gaystravaganza now. If we wait til 2 it's only five bucks. But it's only 12:30 and we're tuckering out, and it's such a stressful fashion-packed event. Maybe we'll make it, maybe not. But I sure will miss Sabrina and Ms. Fantasee-Island if we don't.

Like, right now. I am going to put on shoes, pump my tires, and off I go. Perhaps Forest Lawn, perhaps the park, perhaps the riverwalk...maybe you'll see me flying (or slowly huffing) by.

Literally my neck is red. Too much backseat driving. Vacation is very nice. We managed to get the travel time right this time which is very important. We are far enough away that it is exciting, but not so far that we spend the whole time in a car. (e:southernyankee) is being very hospitable, as tonight is the second time this week that we are sleeping on her floor and furniture. Wish we could get to see her more. I'm sure most of my (e:peeps) agree. She left a hole on the strip that will be a long time healing over.

Camping on the beach is neat. We were only about 50 feet from the beach but on the other side of a dune, so it wasn't visible directly. Crazy thing is that the dune is being re-constructed because human activities have led to its erosion at 10-100 times the natural rate. So us humans, clever beings that we are, have decided to import sand (over 2 million tons so far) and plant new dune grass to re-naturalize the landscape. Of course this involves many big machines. We woke up to a gigantic shuddering and quaking our first morning. It was seriously Armageddonesque. The wind was fierce enough to rip the tent from its stakes. Turned out that the ground was actually shaking as giant earth-moving tractors pummeled the ground in their ongoing attempts to recreate nature. Needless to see we got up nice and early that morning.

K, enough of my boring pictureless journal. Really, how do you compete with the documenting duo of (e:paul) and (e:matthew)? One has posted over 20 journals so far from our half-week long vacation. The other will wow you all with his budding naturalist photography as soon as he can plug in his camera. But, hey, I love 'em so why complain? Just enjoy!