Aplace

Moving in...slowly

Hey, I have an apartment! It's wonderful, kids. Nice fixtures, tons of closet space, crown style molding...I'm making a video... the thing is though, that there is an air conditioner underneath the window of the living room. So my dream of dramatic floor to ceiling drapes is ruined by the unsightly air conditioner-shaped bulge sticking out of my dream window treatment... but in the grand scheme, I am extremely excited. I am trying to channel Megan R.'s decorating acumen. Unfortunately (for me, awesome for her obviously) she is busy raising a child, otherwise I would consult with her directly.

Blogger guilt

So in this era of RSS feeds, I should feel far less guilty about my lack of blogging prolificness (yes, a real word, if you can believe it! (well, Merriam-Webster says it is but MS Word, that great arbiter of the English language, disagrees.)) All you have to do, dear reader, is wait for my pearls of wisdom to show up in your feed... Finally, you have been freed of the arduous task of actually typing in the URL into the address bar.

Somehow, though, I am still racked by intense guilt at my lack of posting. Not only do I feel guilty, but also inadequate, since it's recently come to my attention that this blog fails to meet any of the basic guidelines for not sucking, set out in some of my favourite blogs.

The fact is I only have so many good blog posts in me.  Certainly not 365 a year. maybe not even 50 per year. So the question remains, should I blog consistently and ensure that my readership always has some fred wisdom available to it? Or do I blog sporadically and ensure that everything that graces this page is quality grade A post? That isn’t to say that my current sporadicity (also a word) has resulted in top notch bloggery (not a word). My decision to post is usually motivated by my desire not to do something else. Today, for example, I am trying to avoid drafting some thank you letters. I am typing in MS Word, so from far away it probably looks to my colleagues as though I am drafting said letters. But in fact, no.

Further, should this blog be about anything and, if so, what? I have expertise in nothing really, except my job, and anything interesting I have to say about that, I can’t actually tell anyone. Perhaps I should blog about my hobbies, like running, or knitting, but they are just occasional distractions in my life. Could I write 100 times a year about knitting or running? No… No, I could not.

Well, I'm not sure this was in anyway edifying for you dear reader, but I feel much better. See you soon (ha, ha, Probably not, actually)

fake problems

This is not an actual problem but I am bummed by the fact you can only buy Starbucks coffee in our caf at work. A small tea only costs 8 cents less than a small coffee.  The toaster does not work very well and some days there is no butter only margarine for my toast.

Also, the Da Vinci Code sequel is moving pretty slowly. It is really large and unwieldy. Hard enough to get comfortable on my commute without carting around the Gutenberg Bible's long-lost twin. Hardback books are awful.They should be phased out. That's what the French have done.  Good luck finding a hardback fiction book in a French bookstore. Can't be done. Thankfully.

I should have waited for the Mass-Market Paperback. Why are only cheesy thrillers and mysteries published in Mass-Market Paperback format anymore? The last "literary fiction" book I bought in Mass-market paperback format was Atwood's Oryx and Crake. Making your books cheaper and more accessible is good, publishing companies, even if they aren't pretty! There was a time when you could buy Isabel Allende and Robertson Davies at the drugstore or the bus station newsstand. No longer. Now, there is just an ever expanding collection of Nora Roberts and James Patterson on offer. (I like Nora Roberts, mind you. I got the novel that was the basis for the Eddie Cibrian-LeAnn Rimes TV movie for Christmas last year and read it in a day!)

Okay, well, as I said. Fake problems. I have some real ones, too, but they are not yet ready to be committed to paper..

Michael Jackson on Oprah

Oprah is showing excerpts from her 1993 interview with Michael Jackson. Fascinating. I wish there were a channel that showed television from the eighties and nineties, so you could watch old shows and newscasts with the knowledge of what happened afterward. Listening to MJ talk about Brooke Shields, his desire for children and marriage and his bff status with Elizabeth Taylor is fascinating.

Actually, Liz is my favourite part of the interview because she randomly crashes the *live* transmission, wearing a sequined playing-card appliqué sweatshirt, then steals Michael's chair forcing him to stad and declares him to be "the least weird person I know"). Amazing.

running towards nothing

Ugh... did my morning run on the treadmill today and it didn't feel that great...I'm not sure if it was the treadmill or if I just felt like garbage.  I had eggs at breakfast which is pretty unusual for me unless I'm going out for a nice brunch or on vacation or something.

Also did anybody see Serena go nuts last night? Very strange. I still love her, though. Plus, didn't that line judge have kind of a smug expression on her face as she walked off the court. Serena and Rafa, my favourites...