I was catching up on my Google Reader and there was a picture of a billboard for something called Gama-Go. I clicked on it and found a bunch of super cute, limited edition stuff, including this bag. The design is called "Ninja Kitty." Hopefully they don't sell out anytime soon - this might be my birthday splurge!
"I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright. I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more. I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive. I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger. I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. I wish enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Goodbye."
- Bob Perks
This was the thought behind titling my new blog, "Bastante Bien." I still want to keep this blog for the fun and funny things that interest me (and I hope interest you, too), but the new blog will be to track my progress in changing my eating habits and trying to start a family.
Just as a warning, this new blog will be a bit on the girly side, in terms of talking about my potential diagnosis with PCOS - Poly Cystic Ovary Syndrome. I hope to write in a way that will be interesting to anyone who stumbles across it, but it will also be a way for me to journal the side effects (good and bad!) of beginning treatment.
I know, this album isn't new - it came out nearly a year ago, but I was listening to the radio (96.7, oh how I love those crazy Canadians) and heard this and had to track it down. I'll bet every wedding from here to September will be playing this at least once. And deservedly so.
I will most likely be blogging about my trials and tribulations with trying to lose weight on a joint venture with my cousin Joann, but for now, I wanted to jot down a few thoughts before I forgot them all. At least I can blame the medication if I do!
On Monday, March 16, I had a second visit to my new ob/gyn. Pre-Med students, take note - bedside manner extends beyond the bedside and it can be the difference between a patient who listens to what you have to say, not to mention one who actually decides to return to your office and one who either disregards what you suggest or doesn't come back. Suffice it to say, I haven't seen my old ob/gyn for at least 4 years.
Old ob/gyn (which sounds like one of the background nicknames for the dancer on the left in CATS) clearly missed tons of clues about why after three years of not not trying, I still wasn't pregnant. Now, I fully disclose that I have been overweight since, like, the fourth grade, but still, this new doctor got it in one and I am now have a tentative diagnosis of PCOS - Polycystic Ovary Syndrome. I'll spare you the gory details (or at least save them for the new blog, lol), but at least now I feel like I have more of the bigger picture to work with.
It's funny, my parents both have/had type II diabetes, and I know how I'm supposed to be eating, sleeping, and moving, but until the reality of needing to lose weight becomes more concrete, it's easier to put things off until tomorrow and just have another slice of pizza. I still plan to be able to have that piece of pizza, only it will now be a bit smaller and accompanied by a large salad.
One thing I noticed about today - it's Saturday, and obviously, my weekends are less structured than my normal Monday - Friday routine. Today was a bit difficult because I was more in tune with my urges to munch on something - was I actually hungry? And what if I was, what was a good snack? Today's answer? A slice of whole wheat toast with exactly one serving of marmelade and some raspberry leaf tea. Not a lot, but just enough.
I'm not following any actual diets, and I'm looking at the Nutrition Panel primarily to work out proper portions and to avoid excessive fat/salt/nasty stuff. I don't want this to be a diet, I want it to be a lifestyle change. So this pic is of my new food sleep/food/water log. My plan is to become more aware of what I am eating and hopefully not become so aware as to be obsessed. Wish me luck!
It's not what you think - unless you mean being included as a short featured quick post on someone's tumblr, then why yes, I guess it is: John Commoner's tumblr, Jan. 11
Oh, web 2.0, when will you stop teasing me with all your promises of social networking and connectedness? I must say, tumblr is very tempting in the "here's where I can post what I think is cool and not say why" category, like examining how someone decorated their high school locker as a way of seeing who they were. And not that I haven't enjoyed this blog, but I'm just not on it as much as I am on facebook (oh the shame!) and twitter. It's not that I don't think I have anything to say, I just don't seem to have the time or inclination to say it in a way that justifies having a blog. I don't journal that way, if it makes sense. The blogs I do follow all have (more or less) regular postings that constantly make it fresh and interesting, while I'm hard-pressed to post an entry more than once a month!
It's something to think about, especially since I need to start to pare down my distractions. I'll keep you posted.
Oh, I wish I was there! We were in Texas when John Hodgman came to Ann Arbor for his book tour for "More Information Than You Require," but he was sans Jonathan Coulton, whom I have blogged about numerous times before, I know.
Without further ado, here's the latest song I cannot get out of my head:
First of all, let me start by saying that I honestly have no idea which relationship spawned this little ditty. And no, I don't really have anything else remotely like this in my oeuvre. It's a lot like when "They Might Be Giants" say, "There's only two songs in me, and I just wrote the third..."
In all my life I have written what seems to be one of anything: one graduation song, one instrumental, one lullaby, and one sort of "I'll just wait right here for you, shall I?" sort of song that really requires a good guitar or banjo backup to realize its full potential. So, this is the only sort of polyphonic, Sweet Adelines, Barbershop type song I am likely to ever write. And now that box.net allows for free 1 GB of shareable uploads, I can now inflict it upon you:
Forever Wasn't You You've come to say goodbye (Guess it wasn't you) Hate to see me cry (Guess it wasn't you) Still, it's worse to lie (Guess it wasn't you) Thought I'd found forever, but forever wasn't you
She's just another name (Guess it wasn't you) Just some faceless dame (Guess it wasn't you) Still you're not to blame (Guess it wasn't you) Thought I'd found forever, but forever wasn't you
Oh, but someday, maybe one day She'll show you the door (the door) You'll realize what a fool you've been And look to me once more!
Then you'll come to me (Guess it wasn't you) Get on bended knee (Guess it wasn't you) For my love you'll plea (Guess it wasn't you) Thought I'd found forever, but forever wasn't you Oh you thought I'd wait forever But forever wasn't you
Whoo - we're down to the last couple of grains of sand for 2008. Despite having been off work for the last week (I was burning vacation time), I've just barely scratched the surface of the bajillion things I would like to cross of my "To Do" list. It is not very often that I keep such a list because I often find them rather overwhelming and depressing, rather than empowering, but I guess I'll have to find a way to reframe that if I'm gong to get through this doctoral degree.
Did I mention that I was taking classes towards an EdD? And yes, you can say that as, "Eeeeedddddd?" just like in the Lion King. (I do - makes me giggle). I am officially one semester out of nine done. I'm not sure what I will do afterwards, except cross another item off that imaginary, soon to be not-so-imaginary list.
In the meantime, here are a couple of things from here and there, hither and thither, over and under, etc. etc. etc. that have helped me stay sane during this crazy semester. Maybe they'll work for you, too.
Simon's Cat
Poor Geoffrey - he introduced me to this gem of a cartoon and now if my cat Max goes to climb all over us, I have to laugh. I have been known to place a paw on his cheek while he's trying to sleep too (Geoffrey, I mean. My cat could care if I touched his cheek while he was sleeping).
And my second funny is in the form of a new Christmas carol. Geoffrey and I have a great collection of alternate holiday music, either unconventional covers or remixes of the classics, or new songs, such as "Christmas is Interesting" by Jonathan Coulton. More on Coulton after the lyrics below.
Here the song gets additional backup help from Paul and Storm (formerly of DaVinci's Notebook for any of you barbershop quartet fans out there):
Christmas Is Interesting You have put on your feety pajamas It's time for a long winter's nap There's a knock on the door and a stranger is there He wants you to sit on his lap He takes your watch and he gives you a hairbrush Your wife gets a wig on a chain He says he can't stay Cause he's got a long way to go And it's starting to rain
Chorus: Christmas is interesting Like a knife in your heart Christmas is interesting How it tears you apart Christmas is interesting Like a stick in your eye It's so freaking interesting That it might make you cry
So you're an elf, but you'd rather be a dentist Maybe you're a train with square wheels Maybe you're a squirt gun that only shoots jam Now you know how Jesus feels He is riding a sleigh he calls Rosebud His mansion is lonely and cold He can't remember a pleasant December When he wasn't tired and old
Chorus
So you're drunk and your name is Jimmy Stewart You once had a wonderful life Then you lost all your money, you cracked up your car You yelled at your favorite wife You go to bed and you wait for Jacob Marley He comes to make you feel brave But under his cloak he is nothing but smoke And a finger that points at your grave
Chorus
Both Jonathan Coulton and Paul and Storm are well worth checking out if you like geeky harmonic pop, along the lines of They Might be Giants, Flight of the Conchors, and some Barenaked Ladies, but with a crazy twist all their own. You can find primers (and free downloads) for both on their respective websites: www.jonathancoulton.com and www.paulandstorm.com.
Growing up in Detroit, we had the usual national networks, plus the UHF stations (young 'uns, don't ask, just wikipedia or Google it), and the occasional bonus of good stuff on CBC - channel 9 in Windsor, Ontario, Canada. Channel 9 had Mr. Dress-up and the Polka Dot door, and a few other shows that seem surreal now, more like a dream.
As Geoffrey started to make his way through the incredible game, Little Big Planet, the introduction included a theme that made me exclaim, "That's the Canadian show with the grasshopper logo song!"
And crazy enough, simply searching for the words, "Canadian Children television grasshopper," I hit the jackpot and found a site about Vision On:
I didn't realize how much of that show I actually remembered and attributed to other sources, like odd episodes of Benny Hill or Monty Python or my sleep deprived imagination!
But it was the Gallery song that I remembered best, and if it didn't make me giddy happy then, for whatever reason it does now:
Thank goodness for the collective memory of the internets! ^_^
Goodness, did I really skip August? Well, it rather feels like it skipped, hopped, ran and bulldozed over ME, so I guess we're even.
Though Fall as a season doesn't really start until the 22nd, Fall as a semester began two weeks ago. When I was much younger, and I know I've mentioned this before, but I often felt like the older maiden aunt whom everyone hung out with until they formed their own cliques and intrigues. This never seemed more apparent to me than at the start of each school year. I didn't really have any close friends on my block so I would come back feeling just as maidenly and frumpy as ever, while my peers seemed to gain a new sophistication over the summer that I couldn't place. It didn't occur to me to be angry or resentful enough about it to change - I just always felt like fourteen going on forty. I cherished the friendships I did have, pined over the boys I couldn't have and alternated between being overly clingy and dismissive of the boys who would. It was quite a relief to leave high school behind and start college.
Now, many years later, Fall has its own nostalgia to it that is not unlike sipping cold cider. It's earthy, sweet and at its best, seasonal. Some years I'll get quite a few friends looking me up in the Fall - there seems to be a window just before the craziness of the holidays that invites providence and coincidence to tea and manages to bring a lost friend or two back to me. Fall is also rather close to my birthday and so I suppose it's a lot like New Year's Eve or even Rosh Hashanah - a time for setting aside the old and looking to begin something new.
This year, in addition to feeling the adding of yet another ring to my circumference (and circumstance, hahahaha, I kill me!), I have started classes towards my doctorate in education. I didn't think I would get to this point of taking classes again so soon, of seeing the end of one road approaching and needed to forge my own off-road path.
So thank goodness for friends, and cider, and donuts, and beginnings. And for DVD, which brought me my very own copy of "Peter's Friends" from 1992 (!). I remembered that I liked it, but had forgotten why, and here's one of the scenes that reminds me why, as well as makes me think fondly of friends past and present:
After a slight pause for being misplaced, the pair of panties (really, a thong very much not in my style given to me as an Avon freebie by (shudder) my mom), thrown at the Crofoot at the July 10, 2008 Jonathan Coulton with Paul and Storm show in Pontiac, MI. They have now been included in the hallowed hall of the "Gallery of Thrown Panties."
For a more photos from the concert, visit my Flickr stream here and Paul and Storm's The Gallery of Thrown Panties at www.paulandstorm.com.
Ok, so the first episode premiered already. But the second one comes out tomorrow followed by the third installment and then on July 20th - poof! - it's gone. If you love Joss Whedon, Neil Patrick Harris, Nathan Fillion, Super Villians, Musicals (or love to laugh at how bad they can be), or just plain old have 10 minutes to kill - check this out. Don't be the last to know!
A couple of weekends ago, my cousin Clair and I hung out and I took her to the cutest gift shop - Kitty Deluxe. Kitty Deluxe is run by the very cool Cat Massof, her sister Jennifer and their Mom, Cheryl. It's the sweetest pink house packed floor to ceiling with unique gifts and handmade jewelry. Whether you are looking for something for yourself, or for a special person (young or young-at-heart), Kitty Deluxe rocks!
Click on the photo above for a link to my ever-growing set of Kitty Deluxe pics. Thanks to Cat for letting me have such a great time photographing her amazing shop :)
Geoffrey and I just bought tickets to go see one of my favorite indy geek performers, Jonathan Coulton (for listening suggestions, go to: http://www.jonathancoulton.com/primer/listen/
Coulton recently gained a few more points of 'net notoriety for writing the song, "Still Alive," for the closing credits of the Orange Box game, Portal. It's sort of a mini-game for Half-Life. He's also done an acoustic rendition of "Baby Got Back." If that's not geeky enough, I'm not sure what is. Geoff and I saw the show in Chicago and it was great fun. Major influences include They Might be Giants, Barenaked Ladies, and Dan Fogelberg.
If you're interested, let me know and we'll figure out a way to meet up. Here are the details: Thursday July 10 at 8 PM The Crofoot (Pontiac, MI) With Paul and Storm, All Ages Tickets: www.thecrofoot.com/events/235.html www.thecrofoot.com/ Tickets are $15.00 each with $8.75 service charge per two tickets.
Unfortunately, it is a Thursday night and the show is at 8 pm, but I'm willing to use up some long overdue vacation time to sleep in a little the next day.
I hope you'll be able to come along, or at the very least, explore a new artist from the comfort of your own home. Liza
PS - Try listening to "Ikea." Then try to get the catchiness out of your head - mwahahahaha!
I remember my brother offering to mix me a tape once, and I took too long to get him the list, but I remember that one of my geeky dance pleasures was the "Always Coca-Cola" dance remix from 1993. I was a year out of high school at that point, so don't ask me where I heard it, but it was just too catchy to ignore. And thanks to the wonders of YouTube, I can now inflict my guilty pleasure on you. And not just the 50 second commercial version, oh no. This is the full three minutes plus version.
One of the comments on a version of the video claims that "Another Night" by the Real McCoy was inspired by this tune. What do you think?
John Hodgman points out that the Vancouver Olympic mascots not only include a Sasquatch but that they also have their own mascot: areasofmyexpertise.blogspot.com/2008/05/quatchi.html
Their website even pays indirect homage to Hodgman by asking their version of "Which superpower would want?"
Barenaked Ladies started their own independent label when their obligation to Reprise was completed in 2003 with "Everything to Everyone." They began "Desperation Records" and released "Barenaked for the Holidays," which while fun, isn't one of their most even-keeled (though really, check it out for "Elves' Lament," you'll listen to it in mid-July, it's that catchy). So, Geoffrey and I were a little concerned when the band released what essentially amounted to a 29 song double album within a five month period, "Barenaked Ladies are Me" and the follow-up, "Barenaked Ladies are Men" back in 2006. The songs seemed a bit remote, and hard to access. It seemed like work.
I assumed that the guys were running a bit loose without needing to worry about radio airplay and other trappings of being on contract to a major record label and resigned myself to not loving either BLAM record. I was happy for them, because by all accounts they seem to be having more fun and getting more joy from the process. But I felt a little out of sync and I missed my most beloved band.
I suppose I could have plowed through Ed Robertson's YouTube "Bathroom Sessions" for acoustic versions of the tracks, but there is something about the entire band performing on stage.
Fast forward to now. We needed to burn up a downloads on emusic.com, and they had the full album for the "All-New Revue* Live from the Glenn Gould Studio." I had heard one of the tracks as a B-side, and much like the live tracks on Maroon, these versions just seem a little easier to get into and fall in love with. I think it's because BNL is so good live and they do such an amazing job with whatever the five of them can do onstage without extra production or layers, that these tracks just resonate more with me.
So, if the last BnL releases left you a little cold, try giving this a listen. I'm just happy to have my guys back.
My eldest cat, Nikita, passed away shortly after midnight today. She was a kitten when I graduated from high school, so that makes her 16.
Nikita, or Nikki, was an ornery grande dame who survived moving from my mom's house to two other apartments before we bought the house is Harper Woods. She was a cranky, feisty cat who would love you and then nip you, just because she could. I somehow felt safe when Nikita was around, because she seemed like the sort of cat who would know if there was something dangerous lurking in the shadows. If she could sleep soundly, then I was okay.
Nikki loved my brother Alex and quickly attached herself to my husband Geoffrey when she moved out with me. She was fearless when it came to our two dogs, whose presence she barely tolerated. Our younger dog, Zookie, is very lucky indeed that Nikki was declawed. Zookie has a habit of taking long and in-depth sniffs of everything and when Nikitia reached her limit, bam! Bam! BAM! She'd smack at Zookie with a mean right hook.
As she got older, she got a little quirky, at it wasn't unusual for her to start yowling like a little banshee around 11:30 at night. When we finally all tucked in, she would settle herself on the bed, oftentimes somewhere on or near Geoffrey.
Nikita never really sought me out or pandered for my attention, but that doesn't mean I won't miss her. It will seem odd to not have people wonder what is wrong with me when I say I have two dogs and three cats. Somehow only having four pets seems so ordinary.
Sleep well, sweet cat. Thank you for watching over me.
For those of you who read my blog (all three of you, you know who you are and I love you dearly), I apologize for not updating. Especially since despite the craziness of this past semester, my photos have been included in a few places, which tickles me to no end.
To start, I received the following flickr mail on December 1:
From: Emma J. Williams
Subject: Schmap Detroit Fourth Edition: Photo Inclusion
Hi Liza,
I am delighted to let you know that your three submitted photos have been selected for inclusion in the newly released fourth edition of our Schmap Detroit Guide:
If you like the guide and have a website, blog or personal page, then please also check out our schmapplets - customizable widgetized versions of our Schmap Detroit Guide, complete with your published photos:
Thanks so much for letting us include your photos - please enjoy the guide!
Best regards,
Emma Williams, Managing Editor, Schmap Guides
I had been informed earlier by Ms. Williams that my photos were under consideration, and I don't get paid for them, but that doesn't bother me at all. I'm strictly an amateur, which is why my photos are available under Creative Commons.
Back in October/November, Geoffrey and I were in Colorado to visit family (his side) and attend a conference (my side). While we were there, I stumbled upon (literally, my feet were killing me, darn new shoes) Leela European Cafe. I took a few pictures, sent it to their MySpace page, and received this message:
Hi Liza, Thanks for the collection of photos and the great comments. I am glad that you enjoyed Leela's. I will be sure to post some of them here on myspace. Happy Holidays, Sadie And sure enough, you can find the pics on their page under www.myspace.com/leelaeuropeancafe!
Remember, "you must be logged in to that", though, meaning, to see the page, click on Pics and then "Photos from Kodamakitty."
And lastly for now, Waaaaaay back in November, I received this lovely surprise in my e-mailbox and meant to share it with every one I know.
Then everything else got in the way:
Hey, Liza! - - - - - I'm giving a shout-out to Liza Lagman Sperl, a true Buzz fan (Buzz-ard? Buzz-tone?) who shared some lovely pics she took of her jewelry purchase - check out the homepage! I love to get your photos, letters, emails, etc. In fact they get pinned on the wall over my desk for inspiration (awwww). If anyone else would like to pass along a Buzz photo, commentary, ode, etc, I'd like to post them on my website. Don't be shy!
Pretty spiffy, I must say. Which leads me to thank Geoffrey for being so patient with my hobby/obsession (it's a very fine line), my flickr friends for providing such great feedback. And an honorable mention to Frank for referring to me as "one of John Hodgman's favorite photographers." I wish!
I know there there are a few other places I've been linked to, and I'll try to post them later on (which will probably be next year). These three though, were very memorable in my book and I wanted to share them with you!