Archive for February, 2005


You know how when you read your horoscope you sometimes think, “wow, that’s pretty spot-on, I wonder if there’s something to this whole astrology thing”? Then you read it again and realize that any one of your friends, regardless of their date of birth, could have read that and said “wow, that’s pretty spot-on for me…”

I just took this quiz that bella had posted on her blog. For all I know, they could have written one set of answers and everyone gets the same results. However, some of what was said made sense to/for me. So, I guess the test is does it make sense for you too?

Seeks independence and freedom from any restriction and therefore avoids obligations or anything which might prove hampering. She is being subjected to considerable pressure and wants to escape from it so that she can obtain what she needs, but tends to lack the necessary strength of purpose to succeed in this.

Relationships rarely measure up to her high emotional expectations and her need to be made the center of things, leading to disappointment .

Her need to feel more causative and to have a wider sphere of influence makes her restless and she is driven by her desires and hopes. May try to spread her activities over too wide a field.


On another note. You know how sometimes I post little things that make me happy? Well today I have a little thing that sucks: You’re having this great telephone call. Conversation is flowing well. You’re talking about everything under the sun. An hour passes with no awkward pauses in conversation. Then in the last two minutes of the conversation, as you are saying your goodbyes, something is said that neither of you quite gets. There’s a pause while you both try to figure out what was really just said and what exactly it meant. You say goodbye amicably enough and hang up. Then you just sort of sit and stare. You’re thinking “what the hell just happened there? Did I create that weirdness? What did that mean exactly?” You forget about the hour of wonderfulness and all you can think about were those last two minutes. You’re also thinking that you know you’re making too much of this and reading way too much into something very small, yet you can’t stop. You want to call the person back, but you know they’d have no idea why you were upset, what you were upset about, or why you suddenly seemed to be stalking them even thought they told you they had to hang up to get ready to go play poker. And two days later, on Monday morning, you’re still thinking about it…and wondering if you’ll get a phone call tonight.


He’s Home

Boy do I feel like crying right now. But good and happy tears. My good friend Cavi’s brother, Michael, has been in Iraq for the past 6 months. For the past 6 months we’ve been thinking about him every day. She’s probably been thinking about him every second, waiting to get his emails, letters, phone calls. . .just so they can know that for that moment he’s OK. Then worrying about him again the second he hung up the phone.

I just got a call from Cavi, and, praise God!, he’s home. He’s home!!! And soon she will get to wrap her arms around him again and know he’s OK.

A Sad Day

Today is a sad day for the 18-30 somethings of Philadelphia who like to hear a good variety of music, intelligent well-spoken DJ’s, new and local bands, and the best ever morning show on the radio (Preston & Steve). My favorite radio station, Y100 suddenly went off the air last night (–for a petition to bring it back). Along with it went some of the best DJs in the Delaware Valley. Although, according to the website there, they have set up an online station where the Y100 DJs will be broadcasting from their own homes. That, however, will last about as long as it takes them to get a job at another station, I fear. . .loyalty is all well and good until your first set of monthly bills come in. Preston & Steve are already headed to 93.3 WMMR (“The Rock Station”) after their 6-month no-competition contract is up in August. I’m certainly going to be tuning in to that station more often as soon as they are on the air.

Radio One, in the infinite wisdom of a huge conglomerate that has no idea about the local community it serves, replaced Y100 with yet another hip-hop station. Yeah, we needed one more of those. I really don’t get the radio industry at all. Preston & Steve had just won a national award for their show, Y100 itself had 500,000 listeners and had no direct competition playing the same mix of music. Now the new station has lined itself up to directly compete with 3 other stations in the area. The chances of the petition doing anything are pretty slim, too, unfortunately.

I, for one, think that the coolness factor of the Delaware Valley has dropped at least 40% with Y100 out of the picture. Good luck out there, guys.

I got my 10 pound ribbon at Weight Watchers today….

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The Grind

My “fleet manager” at work, Wayne, is going to do my brake pads and rotors for me tonight. He pretty much rocks! This way, I know exactly what I’m paying for, and I can trust him. I wish I knew how to do these things myself, though. Perhaps that should be a goal, take some sort of a class to learn basic auto repair. Even though I’m getting rid of the car in May, I have to get it inspected in March, so I have to keep her running. Grrr.

What a commentary on civilization, when being alon…

What a commentary on civilization, when being alone is being suspect; when one has to apologize for it, make excuses, hide the fact that one practices it – like a secret vice.
– Anne Morrow Lindbergh, 1906 – 2001
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Crossing Denial

My car is making a noise. It’s a bad noise. I’m trying to ignore it because I know that not only is it a bad noise, it’s a very expensive noise. I hate my car, but I really wanted it to hold out until spring.

For some time yesterday, I had convinced my self that the scraping sound must just be road salt on the brake pads. It’s not road salt on the brake pads, namely because I think I no longer have brake pads. It’s definitely the sound of where a brake pad is supposed to be scraping against the rotor. And I can’t seem to drown it out with the radio anymore.

So. My question is: do I get new front brakes (and probably rotors) for this car and keep my original plan to get the new (to me) car in the spring? Is it worth it? Maybe I should just drive to the dealership tomorrow (without braking) and get it then?


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Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Romania.

Dorothy Parker, Not So Deep as a Well (1937)