Saturday, November 22, 2003
Fun With Art
The Andy Warhol Museum was the perfect start to this weekend. The highlight of the night was actually the hands-on art. Making screen prints and stamping stuff is much more fun than you can imagine. We made some good stuff, I think a few items may be christmas gifts...
It's 3:17 pm, we've been away for about an hour and we'll be lucky to get out of here by 4:00. Nothing glamorous, we just both fell into a coma from exhaustion (The Man From the Future didn't go to bed Thursday night so that he wouldn't miss his early morning flight). We were hoping to go to the The Mattress Factory today, but time may preclude that.
The immediate priority is to find breakfast.
Tomorrow will be Frank Lloyd Wright's Fallingwater. It's only a few hours away, can't wait to see it.
What a weekend. It's so hard to actually catch up with someone you love when you have been out of touch for so long. Distance and lack of communication kills.
It's 3:17 pm, we've been away for about an hour and we'll be lucky to get out of here by 4:00. Nothing glamorous, we just both fell into a coma from exhaustion (The Man From the Future didn't go to bed Thursday night so that he wouldn't miss his early morning flight). We were hoping to go to the The Mattress Factory today, but time may preclude that.
The immediate priority is to find breakfast.
Tomorrow will be Frank Lloyd Wright's Fallingwater. It's only a few hours away, can't wait to see it.
What a weekend. It's so hard to actually catch up with someone you love when you have been out of touch for so long. Distance and lack of communication kills.
Friday, November 21, 2003
SUNSHINE!
The weather is ridiculously fabulous today!!!
Sunny warm 60s!!!
Ran home to pick the house up a bit, Sethie's plane already landed:)
Can't go get him for a few more hours...
Sunny warm 60s!!!
Ran home to pick the house up a bit, Sethie's plane already landed:)
Can't go get him for a few more hours...
Earned Each One
Holy Crap
OK. Those people who say gray hair is not related to stress are full of shit. It's the same people who have easy lives and no gray hair.
I was just on my way to bed, brushing my teeth and mindlessly running my free hand through my hair in the mirror. Still brushing the teeth, I leaned in closer.
I definitely have more gray hair now than six months ago.
The first gray hair: 15 years old. Happened to be a quite stressful time (and I'm not talking about the puberty being stressful).
Ever since then, if I'm under prolonged stress (usually accentuated by more than a month of an impossible sleep schedule), I get an extra dose of gray.
Not that I have any problems with it. It's just always takes me aback when I can see how quickly my body is aging.
I'm telling you, twenty is the peak for females. It's certainly not all bad, but you start aging at twenty. Don't kid yourself into thinking otherwise. Embrace it and run with it.
OK. Those people who say gray hair is not related to stress are full of shit. It's the same people who have easy lives and no gray hair.
I was just on my way to bed, brushing my teeth and mindlessly running my free hand through my hair in the mirror. Still brushing the teeth, I leaned in closer.
I definitely have more gray hair now than six months ago.
The first gray hair: 15 years old. Happened to be a quite stressful time (and I'm not talking about the puberty being stressful).
Ever since then, if I'm under prolonged stress (usually accentuated by more than a month of an impossible sleep schedule), I get an extra dose of gray.
Not that I have any problems with it. It's just always takes me aback when I can see how quickly my body is aging.
I'm telling you, twenty is the peak for females. It's certainly not all bad, but you start aging at twenty. Don't kid yourself into thinking otherwise. Embrace it and run with it.
Thursday, November 20, 2003
Over the Hurdle
What a great day.
One I thought would bring embarrassment from being under prepared turned out just fine. Turns out I was prepared enough (could have benefitted from practicing the presentation more, but it went well, just longer then it was meant to be). I made not an ass of myself nor my group. Everyone did really well. Key: being able to think on your feet. Always a bonus.
And let me just say that podiums are great. The audience has no idea what you have up there. Even if you don't use much of it. Just a little added comfort.
I'm happy and exhausted. It's not clear to my why I'm not in a coma yet, but that'll be soon. Once I get horizontal, it's over. Must set an extra alarm in the morning.
I will, however, express annoyance with J. Crew. I'm not a big fan of them in the first place. However, in the desire for pants, they were the only one open over in Shadyside at 8:30 tonight.
They had some great pants. On sale, too. *Bonus* I was thinking. I try them on (about five pairs). Every last one of them is fucking six inches too long. What the hell?! The sales clerk says "We alter for free if the pants are full price." I ask about the sale ones. She: "Well, if they aren't full price, it's eight dollars." Fuck you, J. Crew. Fuck you.
I did score a sweet work shirt, sweater, and sweater vest on sale. Love the sweater vest. A cheap little tank top on sale, too. I don't get new clothes very often, but I've been rather annoyed with the current closet situation. Two new pants and a few shirts would do wonders. All I'm asking for is pants that are of the appropriate length for a 5'4" woman. Not pants that require five inch heels.
I'm a damn engineer, not a person who is interested in having to have pants hemmed nor wants to wear five inch heels to work. I don't have time for that shit. grrr.
Not much lost, though. It just re-affirmed my lack of enthusiasm for J. Crew.
Why can't there be a store called J. Engineer? Practical well-fitting clothes for the slightly style-conscious woman working in a man's world. Cloths that say "Yes I'm attractive and yes I can solve thermodynamic fluid flow problems."
And nothing in J. Engineer would *ever* need ironing. Ever.
One I thought would bring embarrassment from being under prepared turned out just fine. Turns out I was prepared enough (could have benefitted from practicing the presentation more, but it went well, just longer then it was meant to be). I made not an ass of myself nor my group. Everyone did really well. Key: being able to think on your feet. Always a bonus.
And let me just say that podiums are great. The audience has no idea what you have up there. Even if you don't use much of it. Just a little added comfort.
I'm happy and exhausted. It's not clear to my why I'm not in a coma yet, but that'll be soon. Once I get horizontal, it's over. Must set an extra alarm in the morning.
I will, however, express annoyance with J. Crew. I'm not a big fan of them in the first place. However, in the desire for pants, they were the only one open over in Shadyside at 8:30 tonight.
They had some great pants. On sale, too. *Bonus* I was thinking. I try them on (about five pairs). Every last one of them is fucking six inches too long. What the hell?! The sales clerk says "We alter for free if the pants are full price." I ask about the sale ones. She: "Well, if they aren't full price, it's eight dollars." Fuck you, J. Crew. Fuck you.
I did score a sweet work shirt, sweater, and sweater vest on sale. Love the sweater vest. A cheap little tank top on sale, too. I don't get new clothes very often, but I've been rather annoyed with the current closet situation. Two new pants and a few shirts would do wonders. All I'm asking for is pants that are of the appropriate length for a 5'4" woman. Not pants that require five inch heels.
I'm a damn engineer, not a person who is interested in having to have pants hemmed nor wants to wear five inch heels to work. I don't have time for that shit. grrr.
Not much lost, though. It just re-affirmed my lack of enthusiasm for J. Crew.
Why can't there be a store called J. Engineer? Practical well-fitting clothes for the slightly style-conscious woman working in a man's world. Cloths that say "Yes I'm attractive and yes I can solve thermodynamic fluid flow problems."
And nothing in J. Engineer would *ever* need ironing. Ever.
What More
What a day.
1) No sleep for me, presentation not finished. Our presentations begin in five hours.
2) The Man from The Future is flying in on Friday.
3) Very good friend got the news that he was no longer on the org chart in the company.
4) Haven't had time to register car, time is running out.
5) It rained all day.
6) I'm ridiculously tired.
7) A good friend is about to have surgery.
However, I'm not complaining. It's just amazing to me how so many non-trivial things can happen within a single month.
It's mind–blowing to me how many non-trivial things can happen in seven days.
On top of it all, I have this nagging feeling that someone close to me may have something bad happen. I need to catch up with some folks on the phone this weekend. I can't pinpoint it, but I feel it'll be something unexpected and to someone not living near me. I don't feel this way often, and usually nothing bad happens despite my what I sense (I'm not very clairvoyant, if at all).
But, still, I need to call some folks dear to me and tell them I love them.
November 2003 has been bizarre. And we still have a few days left.
1) No sleep for me, presentation not finished. Our presentations begin in five hours.
2) The Man from The Future is flying in on Friday.
3) Very good friend got the news that he was no longer on the org chart in the company.
4) Haven't had time to register car, time is running out.
5) It rained all day.
6) I'm ridiculously tired.
7) A good friend is about to have surgery.
However, I'm not complaining. It's just amazing to me how so many non-trivial things can happen within a single month.
It's mind–blowing to me how many non-trivial things can happen in seven days.
On top of it all, I have this nagging feeling that someone close to me may have something bad happen. I need to catch up with some folks on the phone this weekend. I can't pinpoint it, but I feel it'll be something unexpected and to someone not living near me. I don't feel this way often, and usually nothing bad happens despite my what I sense (I'm not very clairvoyant, if at all).
But, still, I need to call some folks dear to me and tell them I love them.
November 2003 has been bizarre. And we still have a few days left.
Wednesday, November 19, 2003
Exhausted Joy
You know what's great about having to work with someone who is evil?
Being wrong.
A person I have to work with here in PGH (he's a full time PGH employee, not one of us from DC) is so utterly frustrating to work with that we (us from DC) have, of course, turned his name into a noun/verb/adjective with similar use as the versatile word _fuck_.
Being the objective people we are, we clearly recognize his strong points and respect him in many ways. However, he drives us nuts with his seeming un–cooperative nature. We throw the word "evil" around a lot when referring to him.
However, much to our surprise (and utter joy), he showed up tonight at 10:30 pm. The key here is that he is pivotal to our success in the project we are working on. I won't go into details, but he, on his own, came in to lend us his brains and guidance.
Unselfishly.
And he was almost giddy himself.
We have never been so happy to see this guy. And, regardless of him actually being evil or not, he saved the day tonight.
It's good to be wrong about a person.
And now, it's about to be good to get some sleep.
Being wrong.
A person I have to work with here in PGH (he's a full time PGH employee, not one of us from DC) is so utterly frustrating to work with that we (us from DC) have, of course, turned his name into a noun/verb/adjective with similar use as the versatile word _fuck_.
Being the objective people we are, we clearly recognize his strong points and respect him in many ways. However, he drives us nuts with his seeming un–cooperative nature. We throw the word "evil" around a lot when referring to him.
However, much to our surprise (and utter joy), he showed up tonight at 10:30 pm. The key here is that he is pivotal to our success in the project we are working on. I won't go into details, but he, on his own, came in to lend us his brains and guidance.
Unselfishly.
And he was almost giddy himself.
We have never been so happy to see this guy. And, regardless of him actually being evil or not, he saved the day tonight.
It's good to be wrong about a person.
And now, it's about to be good to get some sleep.
Big Week
You know what would be perfect right now?
A night cap.
Of beer.
Note to self: buy beer.
A night cap.
Of beer.
Note to self: buy beer.
Tuesday, November 18, 2003
A Little Extra Time
Not quite bright-eyed, but did get to sleep.
Thankfully I don't *really* have to be at work until 8:30.
Thankfully I don't *really* have to be at work until 8:30.
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It's not that I'm an insomniac.
But, like most people, some nights I have insomnia.
Too much stuff on the brain.
If there were two of me, it'd be the other one who goes into work in the morning.
But, like most people, some nights I have insomnia.
Too much stuff on the brain.
If there were two of me, it'd be the other one who goes into work in the morning.
Monday, November 17, 2003
Tries Bien
What a fabulous weekend.
No time to go into details, but The Carnegie Museum was fantastic. Also, Le Tigre, live in PGH, was absolutely great. Thanks to Truss, we were up against the stage, in the center, and it was the perfect place to be.
A $5.00 unlimited refill beer cup was also fantastic. And it wasn't shit beer, either. Good old Yuengling. (I have no idea how to spell Yuengling, and am not going to take the time to figure it out tonight.)
Wrapping up the night at the Mardi Gras was the perfect capper. It's always a good time when the bartender recognizes you (and waves you through the ID check with a where've-you-been smile) and the folks at the bar are familiar faces with lively conversation. Love the Gras.
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Just got home from "work." The project is due tomorrow, so I drug my hung-over ass in there at 1:30 this afternoon and we worked solid until, well, just now. I was pretty useless for the first hour, but the other team members were hard at it and it was fine that it took me a bit to warm up. Produced some solid work, though. Pretty satisfying. Plus, I demonstrated that yes, even those who play hard work hard.
Even when hung over and in yesterday's clothes.
No time to go into details, but The Carnegie Museum was fantastic. Also, Le Tigre, live in PGH, was absolutely great. Thanks to Truss, we were up against the stage, in the center, and it was the perfect place to be.
A $5.00 unlimited refill beer cup was also fantastic. And it wasn't shit beer, either. Good old Yuengling. (I have no idea how to spell Yuengling, and am not going to take the time to figure it out tonight.)
Wrapping up the night at the Mardi Gras was the perfect capper. It's always a good time when the bartender recognizes you (and waves you through the ID check with a where've-you-been smile) and the folks at the bar are familiar faces with lively conversation. Love the Gras.
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Just got home from "work." The project is due tomorrow, so I drug my hung-over ass in there at 1:30 this afternoon and we worked solid until, well, just now. I was pretty useless for the first hour, but the other team members were hard at it and it was fine that it took me a bit to warm up. Produced some solid work, though. Pretty satisfying. Plus, I demonstrated that yes, even those who play hard work hard.
Even when hung over and in yesterday's clothes.
