I'll give my impressions later, but for now you can check out the video and text updates at the ACS (national) Blog. Be sure to check out Senator Joe Biden's address from yesterday - it was a winner!
You can check out last year's event on the ACS 2004 Convention page to get an idea of how I'll be spending the next few days.
I'm unsure of whether I'll have internet access, but I'll post updates if possible.
Here's to an uneventful and completely routine mission.
We dedicated yesterday to cleaning, rearranging and organizing the house. Okay, it's an apartment, but it's a side-by-side duplex. We have an upstairs, downstairs and basement, front door, back door and bulkhead, so it seems like a small house. Anyway.
We've had an influx of large furniture items and many smaller sized wedding gifts that we had yet to integrate into the place. This meant that things were piled up, access was blocked to a couple of bureaus, the stacked things acted like magnets for more stacked things, and it just got out of hand.
Yesterday we got a lot done. Cleared off the couch that had become a dumping ground for stuff-we-don't-know-what-to-do-with, cleared off the stairs that were laden with things to go upstairs, cleared all the stuff that had accumulated on the kitchen island and dining room table, totally rearranged all the furniture in the guest/exercise room (which is also where all my clothes are), did many, many loads of laundry, and vaccumed the whole house including the basement. Sadly, this led to a blown fuse, but we had some spares - after that I held off on finishing the basement vaccuming until The Girl had finished the upstairs vacuuming, since apparently some of the outlets in the 2nd floor office, 2nd floor master bedroom and one of the basement rooms are all on the same 15 amp fuse. Whatever.
The Girl reclaimed her desk and shelves from the paper mound and paperback mountain under which it had become buried. I mostly reclaimed my desk and credenza, and repaired the base for the zen fountain (I set it on an unsteady surface a while back and it crashed to the floor along with all the stones and water - what a mess). I still have to tackle my shelves. We also replaced the manual scoop litter box with a high tech automatic litter box. This is very exciting. When the sensors are blocked for at least 5 seconds (i.e. when Aspen or Mischief stand in the box), it sets a timer. Ten minutes later (giving the clumping action a chance to take effect, and for the cat to get a safe distance away) a rake sifts through the clumping litter and deposits any clumps into a sealing disposable cartridge.
The Girl got all her CDs back into their cases and the cases into the racks (in alphabetical order, of course). I boxed up all my fluff novels I've been reading. I updated and ran all the spyware, virus sniffing software on both computers.
What a difference waking up to a tidy, organized, spacious house this morning! It's almost enough to inspire me to finish that 2-year-old painting project.
I should note that The Complimenting Commenterer has visited the side and left a compliment! In a world of flames, trolls and nut-jobs from all parts of the spectrum, The Complimenting Commenter's goal is to compliment for kindness sake.
Now I'm off to watch last night's Battlestar Galactica. The second season got off to a fabulous start last week, but I must note my one issue from the second season opener. When the Cylon vessel of previously unseen configuration crashed into one of the landing bays, the Galactica crew monitored the bay for any fires or explosions. They were very excited that none were forthcoming, so they could make their faster than lightspeed jump. Then they seemingly forgot all about it, so the last shot we get is of the Cylon raiding party going into action. I'm pretty sure that even an ass like Col. Tigh would have ordered a security team to lock down the area as soon as they determined the lack of boom.
Most car dealers want buyers to come in right away when they're feeling the impulse, so they can work you over and convince you to reward yourself with a car you can't really afford. Not this one. Rather than listing their fabulous bait-and-switch price, or the name of the hard-to-get-but-they've-got-it model, they posted up their phone number.
"Please, go home and think about it for a while, then give us a call. We'll make an appointment for some time in the future so you can have more time to talk yourself out of it."
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As far as people that are threat to our society, we have to find them. We have to find them and get them out of the country.
Apparently our fine governor is one of those who hold the idea that preventing terrorism means targeting foreign citizens, in spite of the fact that the London bombings of two weeks ago were apparently conducted by British citizens. What would have been his grounds for deporting Timothy McVeigh? How many US citizens are currently under scrutiny (rightly or wrongly) under the blanket of the USA Patriot Act, which has the goal of preventing terrorism? And how many people have been wrongly targeted based largely on their ethnic background or nationality?
So much for the great melting pot.
Boston.com has an article on ways the T-riding photo op didn't go as planned. Like the governor being a few years out of touch with how much it costs to ride the T.
Load 'em. Play 'em. List 'em. Here. Yours. Hers. His. Hers.
Thin Line Between Love and Hate - The Pretenders - Learning to Crawl (played this vinyl LOUD)
You Can't Look Away - Sloth - Lara Croft: Tomb Raider film soundtrack
The Doctor Is In - You're a Good Man Charlie Brown 1999 Broadway revival cast recording
Run-Around - Blues Traveller - The Truth About Cats and Dogs film soundtrack
Six - Natural Wonders - Ocean: Soothing Sounds
It Never Entered My Mind - Miles Davis - Runaway Bride film soundtrack
Fugue For Tinhorns - Cast - Guys and Dolls 1992 Broadway revival cast recording
Ancient Air - Dan Gibson's Solitudes - In the Midst of Angels
Clouds Dancing - Alice Gomez, Maddalyn Blanchett & Marilyn Rife - Flute Dreams
Zing! Went the Strings of My Heart - Judy Garland - Judy at Carnegie Hall
Readers are shocked.
Here's the link to L'Osservatore Romano's home page. They only have one day's daily posted at a time, and they've already moved on to tomorrow.
Thing is, when we swiped our magnetic cards the light turned green but the door didn't unlock. The Guyfriend retrieved the building facility manager, and it turns out he forgot to click one button on the computerized card management system. All set.
So I've now taken my first step back onto the path of fitness. Hope I can keep it going. Today I did 30 minutes / 10.4 miles on the stationery bike. The program has a little pace bike against which I can compete, so that helped. Then some stretching and a tiny bit of weight training before lunch time ran out.
With this poll, you can choose more than one responses - a new Pollhost feature.
On the L Word poll, Shane was the clear winner with 26% of the 212 votes, followed by Bette with 23% and Carmen with 21%. Dana and Alice were in the middle with 14% and 8%, while poor Jenny, Tina and Kit got not much love, at 4%, 3% and 1%.
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This particular group was at the Park Street Station, Red Line outbound platform, at the eastern end.
These are babies compared to the ones at the New England Medical Center Orange Line station. I'll see if I can remember to capture a shot of one of those this semester.
I want another 652 pages. Now.
I don't care - it's still my favorite. It's an action movie chick flick for geeks. Perfect!
This is also a nice shot of some of the glittery beadwork on The Girl's gown. When the sunlight hit, she sparkled brilliantly. I had to move my engagement ring over to my right hand, as it's in an asymmetrical setting that doesn't mesh with the wedding band.
I have another photo with The Girl's left hand and both my hands, but I have images of some Article 8 nutjob distributing it as proof that same sex marriage is opening the door to marriages among three people!
My friend Cyndy came up with the lovely napkin folding technique, from a handout sheet her mother had brought back from a napkin folding workshop (can you believe it?) on a cruise.
We had ten of these set up, five on each side of the dance floor. The caterers had their own set of three six-foot tables under a separate awning, and the sound system was on another six-footer under yet another small awning.
When we had loaded our stuff into the carts and were just about ready to head up to the starter, when The Girl decided she might as well hit the rest rooms once before heading out. The clubhouse is on a hill, and you can go in through the main entrance upstairs at the front or the downstairs entrance at the side. We were halfway between, and she headed for the upper entrance. When she was halfway to the door, I called up, "Can you pick up a scorecard while you're in there?" She waved and nodded. The two starter guys, who bore a striking resemblance to Statler & Waldorf, called after her, "Do you need a scorecard?" She didn't hear them, so I called up that she's fine. They call again, "Miss, do you need a scorecard?" She continues on, so I call up that she's just going to the restroom. "What?" "SHE'S GOING TO THE RESTROOM!" Well, that changed everything, because now it became their mission to let her know that she can get direct access to the restrooms by going in through the lower level entrance. By the time they got her attention, though, she was a few steps from the main entrance. They couldn't just let her go in that door and walk down the stairs, in their overzealous attempts to be helpful. Instead she wound up appeasing them by turning around and walking back past the cart where she started and down to the lower entrance. Thanks for the help, guys.
Then we pulled up to Statler & Waldorf so they could give us the day's rundown on the course. They have a "Jungle Course" and a "Prairie Course," but there was some repair work on Jungle 1, so we'd play Prairie 1 then cut over to Jungle 2 and continue on. Prairie 1 would be the only hole on which the regular cart path rules wouldn't apply, because of the whole cutting over requirement. I've played there maybe twice, and not within the last couple of years, so I inquired what the cart path rules are. "The same ones we usually have." Helpful. So I pointed out my lack of familiarity with the course, and they gave me the rundown. Then after my third request they finally gave me the precious scorecard as well, and we were on our way.
As we were approaching the green on Prairie 1, I was a bit off the fairway, atop a hill. I gave the ball a nice little whack with my pitching wedge, kept my head down appropriately, then looked up to see how I fared. Just as I looked toward the green, I spotted something emerging from the ground, rather like the periscope headed monster tentacle in the waste disposal room in the original Star Wars (or like the alien popping out of Dead Crewman One's stomach in Alien). Before it had time to register, the sprinkler system came on full blast, with an expertly aimed shot directly into my open left eye.
Everyone thought this was quite amusing until they noticed that I had slammed down my club and was busy clutching my eye with both hands while staggering about the hilltop, pretty much blinded. But after the stars cleared away and I established that I was still in possession of my much-needed contact lens, I slogged my way over to the green to join the others and to commence my long journey to dripping dry.
The rest of the day was much better.
Friends of ours had us up for their annual beach party at Good Harbour Beach in Gloucester on Saturday. Here's my little section of our turf. I've got my low slung beach chair that folds up into a backpack, complete with optional awning, plus a fabulous canvas summer tote with three outside pockets, our new Table in a Bag that was a wedding gift from a dear friend. You can also see the very end of The Girl's "Princess Lounger," her beach lounger that also collapses down into a shoulder-carry bag. Of course we also have an earth tone rainbow beach blanket on which to stand or rest feet (the sand was wicked - yes, I'm from around here - hot on Saturday) and several levels of sunscreen.
But of most importance, you'll note that resting on the corner of the table, awaiting my return to the chair, is Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. A small child was coveting it as he and his mom walked by. After they had passed he was walking with his head craned all the way behind him to continue viewing the cherished item. The only sound he was making was "oooooooooo." His mother told him they'll have to find one at the store after this afternoon.
Honey, good luck with that.
It's so worth it.
But onto other news. As if it weren't enough that Boston's beloved and much maligned over the years Red Sox finally beat history and became the World Champions last year, today another beloved but at times maligned Massachusetts figure showed what can happen if you just hang in there and keep on slugging. Comedian and geek Paula Poundstone (we saw her last year at a local theater - she's fabulous), who returns week after week to take part in NPR's weekly news gameshow Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me, providing listeners with an hour of smart and funny weekend entertainment and who week after week goes home without the glory, today finally got the gold medal. The lightning round was the deciding factor, and she pulled an astounding seven correct answers out of her hat in order to ride the buzzer to glory.
It was a moment destined to inspire smart, funny, geeks everywhere. I was in the car on my way home from the ocean, and I had tears in my eyes. Really, I did. I'm not kidding.
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince was delivered to my waiting hands by an efficient, doorbell-ringing UPS driver at 8:14 this morning. It was in a custom Amazon box, clearly labeled as to its contents and clearly marked that it was to be neither delivered nor opened until today. The shipping invoice was generic, with a note to check my e-mail confirmation for details. This enabled them to get them all boxed and on their way to customers in a rapid fashion. Apparently they also arranged for UPS and other delivery service drivers to be working from the early hours of the morning.
So it arrived in time for my trip to the beach today after all. Harry and I are going to the sea!!!!
The bad news: I doubt it will arrive prior to our departure for Julie's matron of honor's annual beach party tomorrow morning. It would have been perfect - a day at the beach with Harry Potter on the day of release! I guess I'll just have to socialize instead. Damn. Oh well, I still have International Law to bring along.
The non-news: I'm such a geek.
Load your player, shuffle, list the first ten on your blog, here and at feministe. And check out Punk Ass and TCU while you're at it. Theirs will be up eventually.
Love and Affection - Melissa Etheridge with Jewel, Joan Osborne, Paula Cole and Sophie B. Hawkins (mine)
Revelation (The Girl's)
My Ever Changing Mood - Style Council (The Girl's)
Anniversary Song - Cowboy Junkies (The Girl's)
It's Happening With You - kd lang (mine)
Let's Get It On - Marvin Gaye (The Girl's - this was in the dinner music. I included the Melissa Etheridge version in the dance music)
Les Yeux Ouverts - Beautiful South (mine)
What If I Loved You - Joey Gian (mine)
Disco Inferno - Cyndi Lauper (mine)
Come What May - Nicole Kidman, Ewan McGregor (mine)
This is our fabulous and ever so delicious wedding cake, graciously provided by Jen Verrill of Verrill Farms. The Girl used to be an equestrian, and she and Jen grew up riding together at the farm.
It was a carrot cake, with cream cheese frosting on the inside and butter cream frosting on the outside. The butter cream holds the decorations better in the heat. The flowers are roses and delphiniums, which matched our bouquets. This was seriously the best carrot cake ever.
I'll be interested in this show. How is it that they've managed to suck in so many seemingly intelligent people? I should note that L. Ron never sent me any junk mail, so I'll just have to get my information from the street. Or air, as the case may be.
I'll be down in DC at the end of the month for the ACS National Convention, and staying at my brother's centrally located apartment. Unfortunately I have to walk past Scientology Central in order to get anywhere, so I'm sure they'll have quite a few beautiful and well-dressed minions out trying to lure passersby in for a consultation.
"It is good that you are throwing light on Harry Potter, because these are subtle seductions that work imperceptibly, and because of that deeply, and erode Christianity in the soul before it can even grow properly," the letter added.The Vatican had no comment to the news released today, instead stating that the Pope and his secretary are on vacation. You'd think he'd be rallying the troop for this weekend's release, given the severe threat to developing souls.
I eagerly await the 6th erosive installment, which will be arriving on my doorstep this Saturday.
Please. Moonshine running brothers, a sister who was most famous for her skimpy shorts and tied up shirts and distracting the brothers' adversaries, incompetent police officers, corrupt city officials and lengthy featuring of reckless driving including rocket modifications that likely aren't actually street legal.
Not to mention the quality of the scripts and acting.
I'm shocked, shocked to learn that someone is mocking this show. But in case you're thinking of following Jones' advice and skipping the flick, be aware that you'll also be missing out on Lynda Carter, of that most family friendly of shows, Wonder Woman.
I also ordered the casebook for Perspectives: Sexual Orientation and the Law. It lists for $92, but I got it used from an Amazon seller for $55. The seller claims it's in barely used condition, and it's being shipped from within the state, so hopefully I'll get it soon. This is the one class for which the professor has already published the book list and first assignment. I wish more would make this information available earlier than the week before classes, as it allows us to spread out our massive book purchasing liability, and provides an opportunity to locate the texts through online sellers. When we get the lists and assignments a couple of days before classes, ordering online carries the risk that you won't have the books until several weeks into classes.
I spent much of last evening going through the CD photos that I copied over to my notebook. They all have generic names, so I sorted them out into category folders (preparations, ceremony, guests, cake, etc.) and started the process of renaming them so the filename reflects the content. We have to go through these many, many print and digital images and pick out the ones that we want to print and enlarge for framing and distribution, or to assemble into the wedding album.
I'll post up a few tonight.
NASA has just announced that the launch of STS-114, planned for 3:51 this afternoon, has been scrubbed because of a faulty fuel-tank sensor.
Forty days to finish International Law (about 100 pages down, about 1115 to go...), with a slight interruption for Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, which should be arriving on Saturday, thanks to Amazon's Harry Potter special: shipping for day of release delivery. I pre-ordered back in December.
Forty days to finish painting the kitchen cabinets that I started two summers ago.
Forty days to reorganize the furniture now that the new massive desk has been installed in the home office.
Forty days to dig out the basement, get rid of stuff that hasn't been touched since we moved in two years ago, and organize the stuff we're keeping.
Forty days to restart my quest to get in shape, starting with getting rid of the six pounds I gained on the honeymoon. Then I can work on the extra pounds I already had.
Forty days to finish all the thank you cards from the wedding. Okay, less than that, since we should get this done in the next week or so.
Forty days to get a headstart on Wills, Estates and Trusts by reading the Examples and Explanations book. I know, I know - I might not get to this.
Forty days to get organized for fall events for OUTLaws and ACS (starting with attending the ACS National Convention at the end of July!).
Forty days to enjoy spending time with The Girl.
Tuesday morning, the following conversation:
The Wife: So, are you going to post some more on your blog?
RSLS: Oh, I don't kn--
The Wife (interrupting with glee): You're not allowed! HA!!!!
Shadow followed us all around, and even showed up on our patio one afternoon as I was reading!