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Monday, 31 July 2006

Ordinary day-II

I'm not really a happy person...not that iam sad all the time but its just that maybe people dont know who i really am and thats what sometimes kills me...actually, sometimes I feel I don't even know myself..but I bet everyone's been there...

As far as ive known it...i usually get up in the morning and go...''Oh no, another bad day...''

I waste too much time on the things i dont need...i wish for the things i can do pretty well without...i am not good at anything except writing poems...iam just ok at playing guitar, drawing/painting, acting,etc...and that kills me sometimes...''I should be good at other things too''...I usually say that to myself atleast once a day....

Then my college life could be better too...I am in Khalsa(Delhi University)...and yes, you would be right if you said that its not by choice that Iam in this shit pit...its due to the shortage of it....but then i can also say Iam beginning to like it here and Iam also beginning to see through the shortcomings of all the so called 'big colleges' of north campus such as hindu and stephens, but lets not go there...thats not a road seldom travelled, but often...even though it's forbidden...

Yesterday i saw a movie that talks about the importance of saying (and telling) the truth in life...(Lage Raho Munnabhai) and also about resolving matters with your head, without violence and extreme force or even without raising your hands...but then again I feel that raising your voice doesnt really help in every case and everywhere...sure, it can help you get respect, but then can take away what little dignity and self-worth you have, too...

There are many sides to my life...the way i live it and the way i wnt to live it...there's a person in me that wants to shout out about all the wrongs done to me and various other people in life...but then there's another person in me that sometimes just doesnt want to meddle just for the heck of proving yourself in front of others...I dont know what to do in most situations in my life..I dont know how to react...the truth is nothing in this life is simply black or one's can simply be labelled as 'good' or 'bad'...eveyone has their sides too...everything is mixed up...everything's gray...and I don't know who is right or wrong anymore...not that it matters, but still...I just dont know where to go...who to go to...who should be followed or who should be lead...i just dont know anymore...

This is the current dilemma of my life these days...perhaps i should, for once, just stop analysing what people mean when they say something, perhaps i should be oblivious to the things written between the lines and i should stop trying to decipher what everything means in life, perhaps i should ignore the writing on the wall...but its hard to change who i am at the end of the day...these things might help me in the long run...perhaps what i should really do is live my life and just go on...and not think about what tomorrow might bring...

Wednesday, 19 July 2006

The news came at dawn,
And they put their shoes on.
Laughing, and still trembling...
But on the outside, everyone cried.
This was the state of the nation,
The story of the hero that died.
They sang their songs,
The tribute was very well arranged,
The food was very good, though undercooked,
Those on the higher ground were labelled mentally deranged.
He had no wife, no children too,
But was married to the truth.
Seems like it got him nowhere but under the ground.
They lifted his grave, then brought him down.
It's just the way the world works,
So he let out a warning with a measure,
''Please love yourself before it's banned'',
Shouted into the sky and pulled the trigger...
He is buried without a name....conspiracy...??
Probably someone wanted no one to learn,
The message on his epitaph, which was erased,
It said...''I will come back, I will return''.

Almost perfect, still not done,
Together forever, still not one.
On the same road. you and I,
Earth-bound misfits, learning to fly.

Almost there, so far away,
Losing everything to a brand new day.
Scared of the sun, watch the rain,
Still miss the comfort in our pain.

Almost new, we're broken toys.
This life, this love, was not our choice.
What is the truth? Everything is a lie,
Ashen-faced, yet so alive.

Almost right. we don't know what is wrong,
Still everyday, we sing our song.
This fame, this game - it ain't real,
This love I'm seeking, won't it too, disappear...?

The Affair

She touches her lips softly and like she never did before each day before going to sleep. She can't escape the thoughts in her head, they whisper to her...she tries to hush the dirty thoughts away...She tries to close her eyes but she sees his face more clearly, smiling now...She tries to shut out the noise of him breathing slowly beside her, but the noise only grows louder and louder...just like her screams...

She plays with her hair just like he does while she is at work and abrubptly stops when she finds a co-worker staring at her. She smiles to herself when she is going back home in the cab. That smiles fades away when her security gaurd greets her with a ''good-evening'' when she gets off the cab. She seems to think that he can delve inside her mind and find out who she is thinking about...then he will tell everyone about her...she doesn't want anyone to know, obviously.

As far as she can tell...she has had an unsatisfactory were never fair to her at school...they made fun of her and called her names. Her parents too, never seemed to understand what's best for their only daughter...she fell in love with an asshole whose name she can't remember...he left her for someone else...her story is just like everyone else...well, almost everyone else. But unlike everyone else, she uses her past to justify her present actions. She feels guity and dangerous, but satisfied at the same time...she is scared, but she knows she is willing to take any step in order to save herself, her secrest are safe with her...she feels passionate, just like she did in her school days....the only difference now is that her innocence is lost now, forever...

She turns over from her dreams...the ones she is so glad to be living now...the one she is so glad to be a part of...and turns to her nightmare...looking at the hairy shoulder of her husband sleeping with his back turned towards her brings her back to reality. She is not safe. She cannot go on like this forever. She must do something. She feels guilty. But she doesnt deserve him, she deserves someone better...''Oh god, where have I landed myself...?'', she thinks to herself.

''Oh this the rest of my life...?''

Tuesday, 18 July 2006

A wound laden with salt.
A hope with a million springs.
A black and white photograph.
With all our pains within...
A fading echo from the microphone.
A seed of our sins.
An uninviting baritone.
A battle we never win...
A key lost within ourselves..
Just one of those unnamed things.
A map to a road that leads nowhere.
A dead leaf in the autumn wind.
A tomorrow which never came.
A night with lights so dim.
A song which we made together.
A song we never sing...

The Hope Song

There's a shadow creeping up a dead-end street,
And it seems to know my name.
It calls out to me and tells me almost instinctively,
Everything can be changed.

Sometimes I feel the fear of uncertainity stinging clear,
I hold my secrets with me still.
The world is not as fucked up as it seems to be,
Somethings never change but somethings will.

There's a message in a bottle floating in the waves,
It's a story about a man in an unnamed war.
The world can do with more of such days,
In the end it says - ''Love will save us all...''

It will keep us alive, make us move on,
We are not of this hive, but to it - we still belong.
Down that road which reeks of hope and despair,
We will search, seek and move on, move on...

Now we walk, we have no worries,
No promises to keep or songs to sing,
The past is like an uninviting baritone,
And in our ears, it still rings, it still rings...

Sweet Decline

Been waiting in the dark too long,
Waiting for someone to hold my hand.
Thinking of you and the light that I've wasted,
My thoughts you would not understand.

The lengths we would go to,
The things that we hide.
When all the secrets are once revealed,
Rest is just surprise.

I am at one, I never lie,
If I'd lose, you know I tried.
Been down this road before, yes i have,
Tasted nothing yet, but sweet decline.

Getting used to the change and the distance between,
I've been everywhere and seen everything.
It's hard to lead the life we choose,
These thoughts in my head I cannot defuse.

Tuesday, 4 July 2006

Bombay Diaries - 2

( 7yrs. since Nana died...R.I.P.)

Went to Juhu again today with khalu (Arshi khala's husband), Amon, Osama (Shammi khala's younger son), Uzair (Shabbi khala's elder son) and Amaan (Arshi khala's older son). Today teh waves wer high, very high infact infact and me and Amon had lots of fun. Then a little while later, the clouds gathered overhead and it started raining really hard. Each raindrop seemed like a needle falling from the sky, piercing our naked bodies. So then we ran back to where our stuff was kept on the beach. The wind was damn cold and it hit us like an icy blanket - we hid behind a closed vending stall and after we had dried up...we ran back into the waves...

But then it statred raining needles again so me and Amon decided to go and hide behind the vending stall again. I broke into a run 'cuz i couldn't take the needles I was nearing the shore, some rock or something cut my toe real badly and it was only when I went and sat next to khalu did i notice the damage the fucking splinter had done. I started bleeding real badly and khalu tied his vest to my toe...the vest turned red and even though the knot was real tight, it wouldnt stop the bleeding, though it did slow it down...

Osama was a real asshole with his smart comments and his constant requests to go back in the was very inconsiderate of him...Anyway...the clouds parted soon and even though the sun didn't come out, I was kinda happy as the bleeding had stopped...

Me and khalu left everyone else on the beach to get my wound dressed up and he was real sweet and kind dressing up my wound with that he bought from the chemist shop as the doctor's clinic was closed...

When we came back, I felt a bit more relaxed thinking the wounds will heal...Osama and Amon went back into the sea while me, Khalu, Amaan and Uzair sat on the beach looking at them getting wet and having fun...I got to thinking of all the things that lie so close to me in my own life but still, they are so out of reach due to some ''disability'' in was a very ''epiphany'' sort of a moment...

Osama and Amon came back sooner than I expected and we all went to Santacruz in an auto where we hogged Plain Dosa and Pav Bhaji...khalu's treat...then we went back home from a nearby bus stop, taking a Kurla bus...even though the blood still came out from my wound and made my floater turn red, I somehow managed to reach home without much damage...

I'll be going to the doctor's clinic tomorrow...he'll give me a tetnus shot on my cheek (the ''other'' cheek!!) and will re-dress my toe...hope I am able to sleep peacefully's the ''sleep on the floor'' day for see, there are only two beds in the house and since one bed is taken by Nani, me and Amon sleep on the other one on alternate days...I guess this is ''roughing it'' in Bombay, but I can take it for 14 more days...

My dreams are getting really weird...I dreamt (2 days ago) that I'd gone on a date with Saryu...she was looking pretty in a red t-shirt and we were in some neighbourhood jumping over puddles of water and seemed a lot like Kurla only...we were also talking about something that I can't seem to remember now...oh well, it doesn't matter anyway...

-3rd June,Saturday,10:53pm (2oo6)

Bombay Diaries - 1

It rained last night...heavy downpour...much to my relief, it was a typical mumbai sorta rain, and by that i mean to say that it wasn't accompanied with loud thunder...otherwise as you know, I wouldn't be able to sleep...but i did, and in the course of that...I had a weird dream...

Like most of my dreams...this one was set in my school...I was walking in one of the corridors on the ground floor but i didn't know where i was headed to or where my feet were taking me...before i knew it I was standing in front of the ground floor water taps and talking to someone about Prachi...most probably I was bitching...when I started to withdraw from the person i was talking to...'cuz I had to leave...I saw Rini standing beside him and he started saying that...''She hasn't changed...but has only grown fatter...''. It was slightly weird...kinda like a ''message''...I dunno...anyway...I laughed at his joke and walked away...

The for some reason i started looking for Ashrit...this was something i usually did in my school too, when I had a free period...i found him having really long hair and smoking a joint... he said...''Thank god, tu mila toh sahi''...then we started looking for Nitin...which was something we usually did in our school when we were together but couldn't find Nitin...when we found him...Ashrit hugged him and I got this feeling that we were walking outta school...smiling and laughing...even though everything had gone black...

This dream, to me, seemed to be very symbolic...of what... I don't know...if i was in Delhi, I'd call up Zehra and ask her to interpret it...

I kinda miss Delhi...even though I haven't been here for very long now...but still I do... there is something about this place that i don't like...something's missing and I can't put my finger on it...

It just stopped raining a few minutes back...the weather's very cool and damp...just like a mother's eyes who's just seen her daughter being wed or being born...the tears are the same but the feeling's too, the weather's the same but the place is different...damn, I miss Delhi...

Arshi Khala's husband (khalu) came yestrday and we (Amon and me) went to Juhu beach with was very cool standing in the sea and the waves hitting you again and again...even though the water's too salty but for a typical delhi-ite...seeing a sea in which you could actually swim is something of a treat...and we treated it just like that...

-31st May, Wednesday(2006)

3rd Jan,7:26am, 2006

Got up at 5 to study...actually sat down for it at 6:30, I ain't doing it now...even though i know its wrong and bad for me...I just don't feel like it you can call it an ''oversode of NSD'' the acting skills of each character are becoming more and more refined and more natural day by's a serious play...''Baarwan Khiladi''...and it has 5-6 very long scenes...we have to sum 'em all up in one hour and barring the last scene, it's still going around one and a half hours!! I guess now we will concentrate on the editing out of useless dialogues which eat up a lotta time from today...2 more days to the show...wish me some luck...!!

One more year...another useless one...wasted time...should have used it...should have done something...been something...but forget it all...move on...before we meet again...this life ain't an easy choice/obligation...makes me wiser still...but leaves me feeling dumb at the end of the day...maybe happy too...but stil I look for a feeling that i still belong to this world...maybe I'll keep a promise to myself this time around...I'll try to be happy and lead a happy life by just feeling good about who i am + will be...not what i was or should've been...AMEN!!

-1st diary entry of 2006

Do you dream? see the world twist and turn
Taking shapes in your head?
Forgetting the past,
And helping me forget about time.

Funny how it all figures when you lay down on the grass...

Curling like smoke,
Get up and smell the dew
I wish in these mornings of haunting mist,
You would see the things i made for you.

I could try to be a better man
But i am not who i really am
When i'm with you
I can watch the sun go down
And wish for the wind
To take me up in arms with you.

Dawn,bringing us back to who we were
Just another day for the dogs is done...
So i lay my head back down in your arms
And pray i was the one..

I wish for this i wish for that
I wish i could turn you back
I wish everything i said held true
I wish i was like you...

Cant you measure up to me just this once?
What you fear may set you free…
Could you fulfill my desires and the requests I choose to hide?
Be what I want you to be?
Tear down these walls to show you who I am
Are your days beset with gloom?
Do you remember the time you fell apart?
In vain, all too soon…?
It’s over, as they say
And I am the one to blame
In shadows now, I choose to hide
I can’t look at this the same…

Are you lost without a reason?
Or do you need a cause?
Do you wander when you’re alone?
Will you be the one to find the key to the lock?

I am not what I choose to be,
Changing everyday,
Now you are here,
And now you are away.

Same thing yet again
I smell the stench, face my fear.
It’s going on for sometime now
Is there a way out of here?

Disconnected, inspirational, whatever
You may choose to call yourself
To me you’re all the same
Relentlessness, forgiveness, it takes its toll
You’re the one to blame.

Nothing can do me in...tonight
Nothing u say can make it right...tonight
Nothing darker or better still...
Seen it all before...been down that road a thousand times...

I could count all my demons
There's one for every day
I learnt so much from you
When your sorrow walked with me...

I could change,i could try
I could wish for a late goodbye
I will keep you still,against your will
Even if you escape from the corner of my eye...

Nothing you say changes a thing..tonight
Nothing at all can do me in...
So many things left behind
Lets see what tomorrow brings...

I am hanging on to your hollow words
Its something i learnt today
If i always trusted you,girl
Why did you leave me astray?

I am what you say i am
I am not what i choose to be
As i converse,empty and shallow
I can see you flying above me...

Nothing can change my ways...tonight
Nothing can differ with what i've got
I know you say,i tend to stray
But not all those who do so are lost...

16th november, wednesday, 9:00pm, 2006

The past has a way of catching up with you. Whole of it can come gather around your eyes in a doesnt go away, it never will, you think about the choices you should have think about the results of the ones you already see yourself bending and changing when you rearrange the glass in the broken mirror of your feel bad about the people you took for feel guilty...And that guilt carries itself forward from the past, like a wind throught the sea, and creeps into your present times too...there is no escape from place you can hide from hole you can dig to go deep into...if you shut your eyes, you see it more clearly...if you shut your ears...the noise thats inside of you only becomes louder...
You are lucky if you have a warm heart and a person's shoulder to rest your head on - and for once, forget about trying to find an answer to everything...seems like I always had the former, but am forever craving for the latter...

- actual diary entry from my diary...

Monday, 3 July 2006

Lucky you, they let you slide
Smothered with words, just like before
Devil in your hand, confidence
Sleepwalking still, why go home?

Lucky me, they let me live
Hanging on their sins one more time
Hesistant of all the questions asked
What is yours and what is mine?

I'm at one, though i often stray
Out of the corner of your eye
Devil in your mind, still you pray
To take his hand and walk the line.

Easier to run, short of alibis
Bloody scars under the shining lights
Early to bed, says it again
Stop singing me these lullabies...

Put me to sleep i shall wake
Rise with the sun, begin to shine
Finding reasons looking upto the sky,
I know this is not my time.

Lucky you, you know who i am
Broken mirror, rearranged
Like sand in an hourglass, slide through my hands
Somethings can never be tamed...


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Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Tuesday night fun...

Tuesday morning we called my Mom to see if she, my Dad and Russ were free for dinner. Logan had decided he really wanted to go to Mc Donalds for dinner with them. Once everyone got here after work, we loaded up and headed over. Russ and Logan had a great time playing on the play land together. Nathan and Owen enjoyed watching and being outside. They enjoyed their own dinner; sweet potatoes for Nathan and squash for Owen. Owen decided he did not want to eat much but instead get his Oma to hold and love on him. We were glad to get outside this evening and enjoy this wonderful, cool weather.

Georgia Tech game

Early Saturday morning we headed to Atlanta with Preston's Dad. Everyone had a nice ride over. I sat back with Logan and we familiarized ourselves with my new phone. It was pretty amazing how quickly Logan learned to use it. Once in Atlanta we had lunch from The Varsity and headed over to the game.
Here are all three boys enjoying the game.Just a few minutes after getting to our seats Logan needed a drink. I don't blame him, it felt like 100 degrees at our seats, and honestly it probably was. Once we came back Preston took Nathan to the concourse to get out of the sun. Just a few minutes later Logan decided it was too hot and we went and joined Preston and Nathan. We spent about 30+ minutes sitting of the floor, feeding the boys some baby food and Logan enjoyed watching the industrial elevator with all the vendors hauling their goods in and out. We then decided to watch the rest of the game in the comfort of the student center. Even though we only watched the game from our seats for a few minutes, we had a great time.

Since the game was early in the day we had some time to meet some good friend's, the Chung's, at Atlantic Station. Logan had a great time riding the train around with Jonathan and HannahKate. We enjoyed our leisure visit before heading back to Birmingham.

We all had a great time and hope tp make it back for at least one more game. Hopefully by then the weather will be a bit cooler.

Monday, September 27, 2010

Running with a purpose

For years I have had a passion for running. There is nothing like getting out in the fresh air and feeling the pavement under your feet. I also love the good conversation I have with Preston, Logan or my friends as we run together. This year I have decided to run a few races. In deciding which races to run, I thought it would be best to look at what charities are supported through each race. My first one will be the Vulcan Run. This run is coming up in a little over a month. It is only a 10k, so it should not be too hard....and I am not planning to place in the top 400!! I am then planning to run the Mercedes Half Marathon. I just did not have it in me to try and train for a Marathon while trying to take care of my three kids and all the appointments we have every week. The charity supported by the Mercedes Marathon is the Bell Center. The Bell Center is an early intervention center providing services to children ages birth - 3 that are at risk for delay. The boys are not part of the programs here, maybe some day, but we believe in supporting them!! The third race I am planning to run is the UCP's Race Without Limits 8k. The proceeds of this race go to UCP and a division of it is Hand-in-Hand, the early intervention service provider that provides Nathan and Owen with their in-home therapy. We are very thankful for Hand-in-Hand and the fantastic therapy they are providing to Nathan and Owen. In order to give back as much as we can, I have set up a fund raising website for my run. If you are interested in giving please click here. Thanks to all of you who have already signed up to support me.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Random news of the week...

Here is just some random news of the week.

1) We now have a second car to drive!!!! Thanks to Preston's Dad and Donna. Donna just got a new car, so we are using her old car. We are very grateful to all our parents who have let us borrow cars over these past 10 months.

2) We had our first speech therapy appointment today. Kelli, their therapist, is very nice and worked really well with the boys. We worked on different hearing exercises and she taught me three different exercises to work with them on at home.

3) We had an appointment this afternoon with Hanger Orthotics. They scanned the little boys heads for helmets. Our insurance is such that they want a packet on all the boys head scans and measurements before approving an amount they will pay. So Hanger is sending in the packet tomorrow and we hope to hear back in a week to 10 days. We will then go in for a re-scan and they will make the helmets within a week.

4) Logan had a great time making chocolate muffins as a fun after school activity. He has also been able to go to the park one afternoon and CiCi's house another afternoon.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

High Chairs

The boys got new high chairs and we put them together this morning. They sit in regular table chairs, which is nice for the limited amount of space in our house. We got some with a high back and reclining and swiveling seats. (We have some great red portable ones we were just planning to use at home, but the boys need a little more stability with the high backs that these provide.) The boys have loved them and we think they have been good for their development already too. They have had tons of practice of good head control and playing, grabbing, etc of things. They also did a great job eating their dinner, yogurt tonight, while we ate ours.
The best part of the new high chairs was the three boxes they came in. These boxes provided an entire day worth of fun. At first they were a van. We made a front and stuck the three big boxes together and cut a tunnel going through all of them. This made for three rows in the van. Later these turned into three town homes.
Looking at Logan through the windshield of the van. He is in the back row.

Logan in the small house / front row of the van.

This was a great place for Logan to eat his lunch.
Now it is time to decorate the inside. Logan did a great job coloring both the inside and the outside.

Logan's teacher

Miss Traci is Logan's teacher this year at school. We really like her and are looking forward to a good year.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Out for a run

Yesterday I decided to meet some of my friends for a run and take the boys with me. This was their first time in the jogging stroller. For various reasons, mainly they were too small, I have not been running with them. Today is our second day out and they seemed to love it both times. The only time Owen cried was when I put him back in to the car. Nathan took this time to take a nice nap. I am glad they loved it...because they will be running with me a lot over the next several years (just ask Logan).Here are Nathan and Owen with their running buddies. We have a picture from about 3 years ago when all of their older siblings are their age. Now the older ones are all off at school.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Why is Owen so happy?

Yesterday Owen saw Dr. Lozano, his pulmonologist, and we got the go ahead to begin weaning him off his oxygen. Each day we are able to add several hours and he should be completely off his oxygen, except while sleeping in about a week. He will then try a night without oxygen and Pediatric Specialist will download his monitor that morning and send the report to Dr Lozano. He will then review it and let us know if Owen can get off oxygen for good!!! Owen is doing incredibly well when he is off. He is so happy and is breathing well.
Owen is showing off his SPO2 rates. He is leaning over trying to grab his monitor while still trying to look over at Logan.

16 years

Sixteen years ago, on Sunday the 11th, Preston and I started dating. For a mini celebration we took the family for an outing at Aldridge Gardens. We walked all around the gardens and lake.Logan is holding Owen's hand.The great pictures of Preston and I.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

A little more medical talk and then to the fun

The boys had therapy with Jane yesterday afternoon. Owen did very well. Nathan cried and cried when it was his turn which is not like Nathan at all. Jane tried in a special suit on Nathan that will strengthen his back and help him to not completely slump over while in a seated position. The one she had ended up being a little big so we will try again next week with a smaller one.

The boys now have appointments to get their heads scanned for helmets at the end of the month. The helmets will fix their head shape.

To celebrate the end of a long week we took all three boys to the zoo. Logan got to run around the fountain area while the boys ate some yummy carrots. We then went and saw a few animals. We wanted to see more but just ran out of time before the zoo closed.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Hearing Aids and Therapy

This morning, at 8:00 am, we were at the HEAR Center for Nathan to get his hearing aids. He is doing remarkably well in them. He is not trying to pull them off and so far he seems to enjoy wearing them. Right after they put them on, they took him into the sound booth for another behavioral test. This time he made responses to sound that were at 50 dB. This is a great improvement. It will take several more tests, Nathan getting older so he can respond better, and speech therapy to fully know if the hearing aids are all he will need. Just from observing him today, it seems as if he really is hearing well.

Later this morning, the boys had physical therapy with Kristi. They both did very well and she was very pleased with their progress!! Always a good thing to hear. She showed us some new positions and ideas for play that will strengthen them and move them closer to their activity goals.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Hearing and Seeing

Yesterday afternoon we got a phone call from the HEAR Center. They had a cancellation in their speech evaluation schedule for this morning. We were excited to be available to fill this spot, moving up the boys evaluation by 1 month. This means the boys will get in to seeing a speech therapist more quickly. Both boys tested in the up to 6 months category for attachment and socialization, which is good considering they are just 6 months corrected. They both scored up to 3 months, with some of their responses in the up to 6 months category for their verbal reactions / output.

Big news for Owen. He had his appointment with Dr. Feist, the retina specialist, this morning. His eyes looked great and he was discharged back to the regular pediatric eye doctor. We are excited Owen's eyes are doing so well and to have one less doctor to visit.

Nathan gets his hearing aids in the morning!!

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

One down eight more to go!!!!

We had our first of nine doctor appointments for the week. Nathan saw Dr Metz, his eye doctor. Nathan's eyes are getting a little lazy and turning in from time to time. He said this is common for premature babies. He looked in his eyes with several tools and said his eyes look great and he does not need glasses. However, the muscles in his eyes need to be strengthened. Since his left eye turns in more than his right eye, he is now wearing a patch over his right eye 4 hours a day. We need his muscles to straighten out. If the muscles do not straighten out on their own, Nathan will need eye surgery to straighten these muscles. We go back to the doctor in one month. At this time he will be able to tell if the patch is strengthening his muscles or if we will need surgery. Of course, it could show slight improvement which would mean we just take it one month at a time.

We got a phone call today and Nathan's speech assessment at the HEAR Center has moved from early October to tomorrow morning.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

High Falls Park

Today we went to High Falls Park in Northeast Alabama. It was a beautiful day and the temperatures were great, high in the 80s. Our friends, the Cooks, came with us and the kids had the best time together.

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Bodybuilding is the use of progressive resistance exercise to control and develop one's musculature.[1] An individual who engages in this activity is referred to as a bodybuilder. In competitive amateur and professional bodybuilding, bodybuilders appear in lineups doing specified poses, and later perform individual posing routines, for a panel of judges who rank competitors based on criteria such as symmetry, muscularity and conditioning. Bodybuilders prepare for competition through a combination of dehydration, fat loss, oils, and tanning (or tanning lotions) which make their muscular definition more distinct. Well-known bodybuilders include Charles Atlas, Steve Reeves, Reg Park, Arnold Schwarzenegger and Lou Ferrigno.


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Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Jan Brink clinic notes

Last weekend I audited a clinic with one of the world's top dressage riders and trainers: Jan Brink from Sweden. The clinic was held at KGF Equestrian Center in Kirkland, Washington, and hosted by Steinberg-Bryant Dressage. One of Jan's big themes throughout the weekend was adjustability in the horses. Interestingly, he thought that 35 years ago the emphasis in dressage was on big, ground covering gaits, but he feels that now it is much more important to be able to vary the gaits smoothly and quickly. He further discussed what he called the three "control points":
1) The Track--the rider needs to be able to control the relative alignment of the horse's front legs and hind legs
2) The Rhythm--the rider needs to be able to speed up or slow down the horse's rhythm while maintaining the same stride length
3) The Strides--the rider needs to be able to ride longer strides or shorter strides while maintaining the same rhythm
Jan feels that riders should not wait too long to start varying the strides with young horses, even three and four year old horses. With the very young horse, riding longer and shorter strides has nothing to with collection but it is in the direction of collection. In fact, with the young horse it is helpful to think to ride longer strides, but then back to the normal stride as the young horse is not strong enough to really do shorter strides. He also had the riders ride a 20m circle in the canter with longer strides, then riding a smaller circle (15 or 12m) when riding coming back to the normal stride length which encourages the horse to come back.
Adjusting control point #2 is a little more confusing (at least for me!). Jan used the analogy of a basketball player dribbling a basketball. The ball can be dribbled quicker or slower without making it move more forward. This ability to change the rhythm but keep the stride length the same is very helpful when teaching flying changes, as the horses need to "bounce" more off the ground in a quicker beat to get the change. He had several of the riders just ride on a 20 meter circle, find a baseline rhythm in the canter for instance, and then practice just changing the rhythm to quicker or slower steps.
To really test control point #1, Jan had the riders ride often on the centerline. With the young horses it is enough just to try to ride straight down the centerline! On the older horses the riders could ride shoulder-in or travers on the center line to really test their ability to control the shoulders and haunches.
As the work became more advanced Jan would have the riders combining the three control points and emphasizing different elements, depending on the strengths and weaknesses of the horse and rider. For instance, in training the pirouettes, Jan would have the riders ride travers in the canter on a 15 meter circle. Within that movement, the riders were to quicken the horse's rhythm. When the riders had a good feeling, they could then change to riding a 12m circle, or 10m circle or down to a 6m circle, but always the rider needs to stay disciplined about the circle line. It was a good "bodybuilding" exercise and an excellent exercise to train the horse to balance and wait during the pirouette canter.
Jan was great at explaining both the more general issues, and then applying these general points to the individual horse/rider combination to help improve specific aspects of their performance. All in all, a very good clinic!

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Tom Cruise wasn’t blown out of the Paramount water last summer by Viacom chief Sumner Redtone…well, he was, but the decision to evict apparently originated with kvetching from Sumner’s wife, Paula. That’s one of the semi-intriguing reveals in Bryan Burroughs‘ Redstone profile in the December issue of Vanity Fair:

“Paula, like women everywhere, had come to hate him,” Redstone declares. “The truth of the matter is, I did listen to her, but I make business decisions myself.”
“And in terms of business, Redstone claims he felt Cruise was actually costing Paramount money. Cruise’s production company, which the actor operates along with producing partner Paula Wagner, was paid $10 million a year to create movies for Paramount, and until this year had a sterling track record, led by the first two Mission: Impossible movies, which grossed around $500 million each worldwide. (Overall, Cruise’s films with Paramount have grossed $3 billion worldwide at the box office.)
“It’s the performance of Mission: Impossible III, however, that Redstone seized upon as he and his wife soured on Cruise’s public utterances. The movie did excellent business, earning just under $400 million worldwide, but Redstone felt the actor’s extracurricular behavior prevented it from making more. A Cruise spokesperson declined all comment.
When did I decide [to fire him]?” Redstone asks. “I don’t know. When he was on the Today show? When he was jumping on a couch at Oprah? He changed his handler, you know, to his sister — not a good idea. His behavior was entirely unacceptable to [my wife,] Paula, and to the rest of the world. He didn’t just turn one [woman] off. He turned off all women, and a lot of men… He was embarrassing the studio. And he was costing us a lot of money. We felt he cost us $100, $150 million on Mission: Impossible III. It was the best picture of the three, and it did the worst.”
“The deal with Cruise/Wagner Productions was scheduled to lapse at the end of August. Redstone indicates he decided to cut ties to the company sometime last spring, waiting until the July time frame to notify Tom Freston and Paramount’s C.E.O., Brad Grey. ‘I made my decision without their support; I didn’t tell anyone for months,’ Redstone says. ‘But [eventually] I made my position clear to Tom and Brad, that he should be off the lot. They had some concerns.’
“In fact, Freston and Grey realized that ‘firing’ an actor with Cruise’s visibility and track record, a highly unusual if not unprecedented move, would trigger a severe backlash in Hollywood’s creative community. Still, it was Redstone’s company, and they were his employees.
“‘This wasn’t just Sumner — he had a right to feel the way he did,’ says a person involved in Paramount’s deliberations. ‘I mean, women didn’t go see the movie, because of Tom Cruise’s behavior. It showed up in the research.’ Freston and Grey, this person says, had put a lowball bid on the table to renew the contract — $2.5 million, by all accounts — and everyone involved realized that both sides would probably allow the deal to quietly lapse.
“‘The negotiations had started when Sumner weighed in,’ this person says. ‘Brad had to get rid of the offer, which is a hard thing to do. They were working toward that. They understood where Sumner was coming from. They really did. They were trying to pull [the offer] back, and when they were trying to do that, Sumner went public. That’s when everything hit the fan.'”


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Landslide final

The Landslide

by Richard Natale

A former film production exec runs into her detestable Hollywood doppelganger. 3,544 words. Illustration by John Donald Carlucci.

Angela was dropping off a passenger in lower Laurel Canyon near Hollywood Boulevard when her cell flashed; a request for an airport run. The address on North Curson was familiar. She hadn’t driven past her old condo complex since being forced into foreclosure. And since becoming an Uber driver, she’d generally avoided accepting fares in town just on the off chance of picking up a familiar industry face.

Nothing to be gained from looking in the rearview mirror. She had a back-up camera for that.

Out of curiosity, she decided to accept the fare. Who knows, it might be the very person who’d bought her apartment – at well below market, no doubt. So effing unfair, she thought, and took a deep breath.

Let it go, Angela, let it go.

The woman’s face was not visible when Angela pulled up, only the passenger’s Longchamp hard shell wheelie and three inch heels, one foot tapping nervously. Angela recognized the designer shoes and could still feel them pinching her toes. Pragmatism dictated that heels be kept in a carry-on and sneakers or flip-flops worn to navigate the airline terminal and gateway. For professional women, however, such down-time was an unaffordable luxury.

Even in transit, Angela had been painstaking about her appearance, lest she run into a business colleague – an agent, a manager, a producer. So she endured the discomfort and the very real possibility of slipping or twisting an ankle on her way to the gate. Not to mention trying to get the shoes back on after the flight when her feet had swollen to twice their normal size. Even if she kept them on the whole time, they expanded anyway, like poppin’ fresh dough.

Angela unlatched the rear cargo door and got out the driver’s side.

“What took you so long?” the woman said, flashing the area map on her large-sized phone. “When I put in the request, it said two minutes; and it’s been like, I don’t know, seven or eight minutes at least.”

Their eyes met and Angela suppressed a gasp as best she could. Momentarily frozen, the only response she could muster was a roll of the shoulders that said, “Sorry, ma’am, it couldn’t be helped.” Evasion was the best tack with customers, especially right before they were scheduled to spend several hours cocooned in a metal cylinder thousands of feet above the earth. The woman’s cell rang and she slid it under her ironed-straight hair. Feigning enthusiasm, she chirped, “Marta, honey! I’m just getting into a cab. I’ve been waiting for-eeever.”

The woman had abandoned the Longchamp at the curb and Angela tried to hoist it but the bag was heavy and slick and she briefly lost control of it. The woman had over-packed, a common mistake among young overachiever types.

“Be careful with that,” the woman mouthed, holding the cell against her chest. “Honestly…” she complained into the phone.

Get it together, Angela. It’s all in your head. Like an acid flashback; or in your case, a Xanax flashback.

As she got behind the wheel, curiosity ate at Angela and she turned around for a closer look. The woman’s features were pointed from a steady salad diet (“Dressing on the side, please,”). During Angela’s first week as an assistant at Agnus Productions, a female superior had counseled her to “shed a few, particularly around your bottom,” if she was serious about advancement. She recommended a foolproof diet and a Pilates regimen, which Angela had followed to the letter. After achieving her target weight though, she found it impossible to resume normal consumption. If she ate so much as an extra grape, she gained a pound.

Another almost clone-like similarity: the woman’s barely concealed stress marks. The long days of interoffice mud-wrestling, schmooze-filled business dinners, and reading scripts until well past midnight, all came rushing back to Angela as she studied the woman’s attempts to soften the lines and creases with maquillage, which only served to underline the obvious. The look was a strange amalgam of Goth and Kabuki; blanched-out skin contrasted with severe drama around the mouth, the lips carefully outlined in reddish brown, the color of dried blood.

Fresh from UCLA film school and before that suburban Azusa, Angela’s Plan A had been to become the next Donna Langley or Stacey Snider or Kathleen Kennedy or Sue Kroll. She survived the early trials as an assistant, maintaining her composure whenever she was upbraided by her bosses or screamed at for petty offenses, real or perceived. She endured the endless and useless meetings during which the simplest decision was second-guessed into oblivion. She adeptly dodged the knives aimed at her back, while managing to score a few counter thrusts in the interim.

How easily Angela had osmosed the faux camaraderie and relentless drive of her peers as she leapt to better desks and, eventually, her own office and a starter title as Junior Creative Director. By then, her once supple frame had rigidified, as if in perpetual anticipation of attack. The soft curls around her face had turned limp and her mouth twisted into a constipated grin. More than once, she was accused of being wound too tight. Yet, she realized that if she tried to uncoil, the ricochet might devastate.

The woman, mindlessly yakking away, caught Angela staring and mouthed “Go,” pointing forward with an impeccably sculpted index finger. The nails were long and painted Eternal Cerise. Angela missed mani/pedis. How long had it been since her last one?

Turning forward, she pushed the ignition button on her Prius and, as she pulled away from the curb, shifted into bemusement.

“Hold on a second, Marta,” the woman said into the phone before leaning forward. She took one look at the Dunkin Donuts bag on the seat beside Angela and her face contorted into a mixture of disgust and lust. “It’s better if you take Crescent Heights for as long as you can. La Cienega is a parking lot at this hour.”

Textbook. If Angela had read those words in a spec script, she would have commented, “That kind of dialogue went out with Broadcast News” – and been met with the usual blank stares.  Except for sci-fi blockbusters or action movies, many of her colleagues couldn’t reference any title prior to the millennium. And, sadly, neither could the screenwriters whom the know-nothing agents sent her way. If these were the clients they accepted, imagine the rejects.

As she made a right turn onto Crescent Heights, over her shoulder Angela snatched another glance at the woman, this time at the Helmut Lang suit in steel blue. Angela had maxed out her Visa card on one. But it was so worth it. The outfit seemed to be invested with power like Iron Man’s outer shell.

The ensemble was a gift to herself for having aced out Richard Morgenthau for the Director of Development position – a pitched battle she won by a strange case of default. Soon after her promotion, at a Women In Film luncheon, Angela confessed to another female exec that the deciding factor in her getting the job had been pressure from the higher-ups to advance more women. She lamented that she felt cheated. She’d wanted to advance on her own merits; to which the exec shot back, “Merit my ass. Being a woman has worked against us for decades. So when the tide turns in your favor this once, just shut up and enjoy it.”

But Angela had already left enjoyment behind. Every small victory had been too hard fought and each laurel spiked with thorns. Before deciding on whether to champion a particular script, she had to measure how much of a struggle she was willing to endure. Every exec would want to piss on it, and what emerged would be a pale remnant of the original.

“I have to put you on hold, Marta,” the woman told her caller. “It’s my office on the other line.”

“Ethan? What?” she said, sharply. “No, that is not what I said. You clearly weren’t paying attention.”

She huffed in frustration. Paying attention? How funny that she’d use those words. Angela had her own Ethan. His name was Joel and she hired him because at the job interview he’d struck the perfect balance of enthusiasm and obeisance. He appeared bright enough to follow orders, but not so astute as to pose a significant threat. But, back then, Angela could only see text, never subtext. Otherwise, she would have noticed when Joel set his sights on Gerald Richie’s Senior VP of Programming desk. He spent a good part of his days cozying up to Richie’s current assistant, Ellie, who was two months pregnant and preparing to decamp to full-time motherhood. (“I see no future in becoming brittle like some people around here,” she’d told him, her eyes drifting toward Angela’s office.)

Joel wasn’t particularly circumspect about any of this and Angela would have realized that if she wasn’t so preoccupied strategizing her next move. She suffered from that classic syndrome of always looking upward and never down. While she busily polished every senior executive’s apple, she overlooked the stratagems of her underlings.

“Please do not make me repeat myself again,” the woman warned Ethan before clicking back to Marta. “This is why I should never be allowed to own a gun,” she chortled and continued chit-chatting until Marta took another call.

Though it was a common enough name, Angela wondered whether the woman was talking to the same Marta she had befriended. Her Marta had volunteered as a mentor. Angela admired Marta’s facility for appearing obsequious and in command at the same time. Marta had a gift for getting people to open up, thus taking measure of their vulnerabilities, which she stowed in a lock box for future use. Her biggest coup, however, was marrying a top producer on the rebound from a humiliating divorce. Marta’s bosses fell all over themselves with praise and wedding gifts in the hopes of luring the new husband to sign an exclusive production deal with them. Which he did. Which became a major plume in Marta’s bonnet.

For all her offers of guidance, however, Marta was strictly a receiver and not a giver. The first time Angela asked for a favor – and not even a big one – storm clouds passed over Marta’s eyes, and the temperature in the restaurant plummeted twenty degrees. For all her faults, Angela had extended the occasional hand. The appearance of generosity was good PR; but only if you had no skin in the game.

At the foot of Crescent Heights, Angela made her way to the La Cienega crawl. “God, why me?” the woman in the back seat growled to the heavens as if the traffic snarl had been conceived as a personal affront.

“What time’s your flight?” Angela asked.

“What? Oh, uh, at ten,” the woman replied, flipping distractedly through the apps on her phone.

“It’s only eight fifteen. You have plenty of time. I assume you have priority boarding.”

“Damn straight,” the woman quipped. “Worth every penny, too. Hey, do you like your Prius? I’ve been thinking about…”

“Reliable,” Angela replied, though she’d only purchased the vehicle so as not to be left out of the office hybridization conversation: Teslas, Volts, Leafs, BMW i3s. While it got good mileage, the car had all the charm of a futuristic tin can.

Another phone call. “What’s up, bitch?” the woman cackled and, after listening to the caller’s spiel for a moment, replied, “Well, I could have told you he was a pig. The other day, in the middle of a meeting, he ran his hand up my skirt. Then he laughed it off as if it was all in fun. No, dear, it’s only sexual harassment if he doesn’t give me Richard’s job when that bozo gets bounced, which should be any minute now.”

The woman was blind, deaf and dumb. Every office had at least one bozo who prospered in defiance of all odds. In her case it had been George Gardener, for whom Angela had been an assistant for six months before inching into a better slot. Though he’d been cordial with her, Angela found it hard to contain her contempt at his cluelessness. Yet, while she and her cohorts waited for the boom to fall on him, he kept rising through the ranks.

George was the office equivalent of the puppy dog college roommate who follows two steps behind his alpha cohorts and is always eager to run out and buy beer for them or order in pizza. He didn’t need to kiss ass since he was already occupied licking face. You could never do too much of either in this business. And subtlety was not a requirement.

But George also had an ace neatly tucked up his shirtsleeve. A secret. He and Keith Hardison, Agnus Productions’ President of Production, had spent a lost weekend together in Las Vegas during which George secured his future. After Keith almost OD’ed on Oxycodone, George used his blackjack winnings to bribe the hotel house-doctor into pumping Keith’s stomach and not reporting the incident to the police.

George’s business acumen might have been dull, but he was sharp in the ways that mattered. Keith promoted him once, then twice.And the closer the two men became, the more George could help his boss cover his tracks and, if malicious tongues were to be believed, occasionally drive down to Tijuana when doctors balked at refilling Keith’s prescriptions.

“Surely you must know a shortcut,” the woman asked Angela accusingly, snapping her back to the present. “Don’t they teach you these things in training?”

The third-degree was interrupted by another phone call. “What is it now?” the passenger snarled into the mouthpiece.

Probably Ethan again, Angela guessed. Dumping on one’s assistant after having been treated like garbage as a minion was as time-honored an industry ritual as fraternity hazing. Only George had treated Angela fairly and, because she thought he had no future, she had been ungracious. Which cost her in the long run.

George’s behind-the-scenes efforts to protect his boss might never have come to light if Keith hadn’t, perhaps inevitably, wrapped his Mercedes around a lamp post speeding down Coldwater Canyon. Since, in the reign of social media, the living enjoy less privacy, the dead have none at all. Normally, the peccadillos of a production executive are of minimal interest to the scandal vultures. But Keith was a celebrity by extension, the husband of a former Victoria’s Secret model who herself had a cocaine-related rap sheet.

George somehow got credit for keeping a lid on the unflattering publicity and, after a suitable period of mourning, was moved into Keith’s old office, albeit with a slightly less fancy title and a lot less money. All part of the company’s restructuring. Eager to solidify his position and show himself to be fiscally responsible, he’d immediately sent the guillotine out for sharpening. He was not fooled by Angela’s sudden U-turn from hiding veiled distaste to being his biggest cheerleader.

“Nothing personal,” George emphasized when he informed Angela that her contract would not be renewed and her position eliminated.

If the phrase “Nothing personal, just business,” is not the industry’s biggest bold-faced lie, it comes pretty close. Any number of less accomplished mid-level personnel at Angus Productions could have been, and should have been, let go instead of Angela. As if to underline how personal it was, George transferred her duties to Joel, Angela’s former assistant, albeit at half her salary and on an “at will” basis. “At will” is shorthand for no contract, no job security, no profit sharing, and nothing but two weeks’ severance should management suddenly get bored with you. Which they would, as soon as the next round of austerity commenced.

Most of Angela’s industry BFFs stopped returning her calls. The only thing they’d had in common was being employed and on an upward trajectory. The few who kept in contact promised to keep an ear to the ground but only a couple followed through. Angela soon discovered that the ranks of unemployed middle-level development execs was greater than the population of Wyoming.

After fifteen months and only four unpromising interviews, Angela ran out of money. She lost the condo but, thankfully, the Prius was paid off. After the unemployment checks ceased, she tapped her father for the occasional loan, signed up to be an Uber driver and managed to eke out the rent money for a one-bedroom in Eagle Rock in a rickety architectural outrage that was unlikely to withstand the next quake.

“Thank god,” the woman exhorted as Angela finally pulled up in front of the United Airlines terminal.

At the curb, Angela handed the woman her valise and their eyes met again. “What? I hope you’re not expecting a tip. I mean, isn’t it all included?”

Angela nodded. “Yes it is. Safe flight,” she said. “And be careful in those heels, Angela. The floors inside are slippery.”

The woman turned and looked at her quizzically. “That’s not my name. You’re mistaken,” the woman said bristling. “We don’t know each other.”

“Right you are,” Angela said as she got back into the Prius and headed out to Century Boulevard.

She considered calling it a day so she might have time digesting, which was her favorite pastime now. She’d spent the better part of her twenties ingesting, which produced terrible stomach aches. Back then, reflection terrified her. She would do almost anything to avoid it, since she’d always been good at lying, but never to herself. And in the industry, the latter is as important as the former.

Another request popped up. American Airlines arrivals. She was only half a mile away, so she doubled back and returned to the airport.

“The Ritz Carlton downtown, please,” the white-haired WASP senior executive in the back seat said.

“Any preferences on the route?”

“You decide,” he said. Then he cracked open his laptop and was silent for the rest of the journey. In the driveway of the hotel, the man thanked her and dropped some much appreciated cash into her palm. “A little extra. You look tired. You should get some sleep,” he advised in a paternal tone.

Angela wanted to say that she was weary but not tired. Her best laid Plan A may have hit a dead end, but a few weeks ago, a potential Plan B surfaced. She got a bite from a start-up production company funded by a Southern Christian consortium. An underserved market, and if she was interested in developing films geared to a God-fearing audience, the job was hers. It was low-profile and the pay was five figures not six. But she had to start again somewhere.

Start again. The words hit her like a sharp jab to the ribs. Angela was only thirty-four but felt like she was fifty-four. In the job interview, she’d tried to summon up the enthusiasm and affection for movies that had come so easily to her when she applied for a position at Agnus Productions at age twenty-two. But that was a million years ago.

The Christian company was dunning her for an answer. She’d picked up the phone several times, prepared to say yes. But after punching in the numbers, she’d hung up. Apart from having her livelihood snatched away, she harbored little nostalgia for her bygone profession and its sang froid purveyors. The first time around, with each promotion, she’d felt less — not more — secure, like a clever thief who lived in constant terror of getting caught. Was she really ready to go back to the land of be-careful-what-you-wish-for?

Another request. This time a private caller, Chip, a regular who skipped the middle-man and paid her a flat rate in cash. Angela could tell he was sweet on her. He once commented that he liked women with a little meat on their bones and obviously considered it to be a compliment. One of these days Chip would ask her on a date and she’d be stuck. If she turned him down, he probably wouldn’t call again. Sure, he was well behaved and kind of charming, but then wasn’t that how serial killers lured their unsuspecting prey?

Chip lived near La Brea and San Vicente. Midday traffic was still light and she could probably get there in fifteen minutes if she hopped the freeway. Idling near the entrance to the 10 West, she flirted with the idea of making a right instead of a left. Maybe drive as far as Colorado. She’d enjoyed Denver the two days she’d spent there on either end of the Telluride Film Festival. She could be an Uber driver in Denver as easily as in L.A.

Maybe in the crisp clean air of the mile-high city, she’d finally be able to think clearly about her future. Surely her skills were applicable somewhere else. Insurance? Real estate? Corporate PR? But from the few acquaintances who had segued into other professions she’d received a terse evaluation: Same assholes, less appealing end product.

Ah well, it was worth a try. And if things didn’t work out in Denver, she could continue to drive farther up into the snow-capped Rockies where, with any luck, she might run into an avalanche.

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Richard Natale
Richard Natale is a writer and journalist. His stories have appeared in such literary journals as Gertrude Press, the MCB Quarterly, Chelsea Station, Dementia, Wilde Oats, and the anthologies Image/Out, Happy Hours, and Off the Rocks. His novels include Love The Jersey Shore, Cafe Eisenhower (which received an honorable mention from the Rainbow Book Awards), Junior Willis, the YA fantasy The Golden City of Doubloon and the short-story compilation ISland Fever. He also wrote and directed the feature film Green Plaid Shirt which played at film festivals around the world.

About Richard Natale

Richard Natale is a writer and journalist. His stories have appeared in such literary journals as Gertrude Press, the MCB Quarterly, Chelsea Station, Dementia, Wilde Oats, and the anthologies Image/Out, Happy Hours, and Off the Rocks. His novels include Love The Jersey Shore, Cafe Eisenhower (which received an honorable mention from the Rainbow Book Awards), Junior Willis, the YA fantasy The Golden City of Doubloon and the short-story compilation ISland Fever. He also wrote and directed the feature film Green Plaid Shirt which played at film festivals around the world.

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  1. Nora Ephron had the greatest retort for "nothing personal." "How am I supposed to take it, as a group?" Nice one.

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Thursday, 1 September 2011

Welcome and unwelcome mail

It's always good to come home to mail especially if there are items of interest and no bills! Having been away 5 weeks there was quite a pile waiting. Among the best items were the Association of Catholic Women magazine, a request for petitions to take to Fatima, two wedding invitations and my salary cheque!
I also recieved an item of hate mail, beautifully addressed to me via an organisation for Natural Family Planning with whom I teach, inside a lovely shiny card which held a selection of pencilled Bible verses and alongside them, in pen, various expletives (the sort used by those with a vocabulary shortage). Anonymous of course. What was the sender hoping to achieve I wonder? S/he may have been perturbed by the result - rememberance in my night prayers!
I was rather more disappointed not to find a single letter or postcard. People (and I include myself) are becoming so used to fast text and e mail messaging that actual handwriting is becoming a dying art.
While on holiday I did manage to write 3 long and newsfilled letters (one of them in French) and sent several postcards. I just think people still like to find these in their mail - only if the messages are friendly!

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Sarah administers the day-to-day running of Holy Trinity and works closely with clergy, staff, and parish leaders to support their ministries. She came to Holy Trinity in June 2003 after serving parishes in Austin, Texas, and Columbus, Georgia.

In addition to her Diploma in Voice and a teaching degree from Southwest Missouri State University (now Missouri State University) in Springfield, Sarah earned a Master of Music in Voice Performance from Midwestern State University in Wichita Falls, Texas, and a Master of Music in Opera from the University of Texas at Austin. She says that managing an opera stage and a parish office are surprisingly similar. When not at Holy Trinity, Sarah enjoys reading, walking, puzzles, hanging out with grandchildren, and singing in the Evensong Choir at St. Bartholomew’s.
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NY High Court Overturns 2 Lower Court Rulings, OKs B'klyn Loft Renter's 9-Year Stiffing Of Landlord Over Failure To Bring Premises Up To Code

The New York Times reports:

  • The state’s highest court ruled [...] that a Brooklyn loft tenant who has not paid rent since 2003 could not be evicted because the landlord had not brought the building up to residential standards.

  • The ruling by the State Court of Appeals could affect tenants in some buildings covered by the 1982 Loft Law, which has allowed hundreds of former manufacturing or commercial buildings to be rented to tenants as long as the landlords make necessary changes, namely in fire protection and other safety measures, to bring them up to residential building codes.

  • The tenant, Margaret Maugenest, has lived and worked as an artist in her Gowanus loft at 280 Nevins Street since 1984. According to her lawyer, Margaret B. Sandercock, Ms. Maugenest began withholding rent in 2003 because of maintenance, fire and safety issues. That rent, Ms. Sandercock said, was under $600 per month.

  • In 2008, the building owner, Chazon L.L.C., sued to evict Ms. Maugenest for nonpayment, and two lower courts ruled in Chazon’s favor. But on Thursday, the appeals court said that because Chazon had missed deadlines for bringing the building up to residential code, and did not receive an extension from the city’s Loft Board, state law prohibited it from evicting tenants, even for nonpayment.

  • In the absence of compliance, the law’s command is quite clear,” said the decision, written by Judge Robert S. Smith. Thirty years after the passage of the law, about 300 buildings, almost one-third of the total number under the Loft Board’s purview at the time, have still not managed to complete the process and receive residential certificates of occupancy.

  • Certificate of occupancy work is not just about really nice amenities that make the tenants happier,” Ms. Sandercock said. “It’s fire and safety.” It was unclear Thursday night how many of the about 300 buildings had not received deadline extensions and thus could face the same legal difficulty that Ms. Maugenest’s landlord has.

  • The Loft Board can grant extensions for circumstances beyond a landlord’s control, but in 2006, the court said, the board rejected the landlord’s claim that it deserved an extension. A lawyer for Chazon did not return phone calls Thursday evening.

  • Though Ms. Maugenest has not paid rent for nine years, she has not adopted the habits of someone who lives rent-free either, her lawyer said. Instead, she has put aside her rent money every month and saved it, just in case a court demanded that she pay. She may have just found herself with an extra $60,000.
For the ruling, see Chazon, LLC v. Maugenest, 2012 NY Slip Op 04373 (NY June 7, 2012).

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Winter Wishlist

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Tommy Girl Houndstooth Coat $129.99, Chysoprase Green Pendant Necklace coming to my Etsy shop soon, Frye Veronica Slouch Boots $328.00, Mango Tweed jacket $129.99, Nine West Ryry boots $79.95,  J Brand waxed pants $185.50, Michael Kors Mini Blair watch $250.00, M.A.C lipstick in Spice $15.00

So this is what I've been coveting for this winter season. I'm such a sucker for boots and coats.  Fall/Winter in Texas is my absolute favorite season. Not to be confused, these two season are usually one in the same for us.
I have been eyeballing these Frye boots for well over a year now and I finally decided to treat to myself to some well made, beautiful boots. I think I've earned it! My wonderful mother and all her greatness purchased the Tommy Girl coat for me. It is hanging in my room as I type this and I'm counting down the days til I can wear it! My favorite outfit for the season probably has to be the faux leather or waxed pants with a boucle/tweed jacket and tall black boots. There is something about it that is just so classy that it screams "Yep. I'm a hot and sophisticated lady."
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KITV reports that a fire ant was found on a Maui farm. The fire is small but packs a mean bite. The insect is 1/16th inch long and is light orange in appearance. They aren’t fast moving like some ants. It can cause blindness if it bites your pet. The farm on Maui where the fire ant was found is in Waihee.

ant Dept. of Agriculture Image The fire ant was first found in Hawaii on the Big Island in 1999.

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"This type of ant can build multiple colonies that are all interconnected. So, it’s kind of hard to say it’s a big colony or not, but it appears to be covering about a half acre, which is actually a fairly small area. So we’re very hopeful we caught it early," Department of Agriculture Plant and Pest Control Branch manager Neil Reimer said.

Fire ants originate from South America and have been moving north for decades. Like most things they come to Hawaii by airplane or boat. Their main damage is destroying plants.


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Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Kelley Jones

Kelley Jones (born July 23, 1962, in Sacramento, California) is an American comic book artist best known for his runs on Batman with writer Doug Moench and on Sandman with writer Neil Gaiman.

Jones, along with inker John Beatty, first collaborated with writer Moench on a series of Batman tales including Batman: Dark Joker the Wild and the vampire Batman trilogy beginning with Batman and Dracula: Red Rain. Both of these comics were very dark and moody, even for a Batman comic, crossing into horror. Batman fans were mixed as to Jones' run on the regular Batman book (1995–1998), some praising his dark and Gothic portrayal of Batman, and others thinking that his style was too radical. Going for style and mood over realism, Jones is known for drawing the ears on Batman's cowl and Batman's cape incredibly long, giving him a demonic look.

In addition to his run on Batman, Jones also illustrated the "Dream Country" and "Season of Mists" story arcs for Sandman, his style lending itself well to a story in which the main character must travel to Hell to free a former lover. Jones is also well known for revamping the character Deadman in the late 80s, redesigning him to look thin and skeletal. His face, formerly drawn to resemble a normal human's head with pale white skin, now looked like a skull. More recently, Jones has drawn the series The Crusades for Vertigo Comics (2000–2001), and the four-issue mini-series Conan: The Book of Thoth for Dark Horse Comics with writers Kurt Busiek and Len Wein in 2006.

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Andrew Cohan: "Hyatt’s Acquisition of Miraval is More Than Incremental"

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Hyatt’s Acquisition of Miraval has the potential to mark a “tipping point” for both the destination spa sector and the ever-expanding definition of hospitality brands. The press release announcing the acquisition quotes several key pieces of data from research conducted by the Global Wellness Institute, an industry think tank, regarding the size of the wellness travel market and its integration in all key segments of travelers: leisure, corporate, and group and meeting.

Specific to the destination spa market, integration with a major hospitality brand may be the impetus that has been missing in recent years to speed growth of the sector. That is, despite new sources of capital from major investment funds having being infused into destination spa brands such as Miraval, Canyon Ranch, Banyan Tree and Six Senses, these leading and well respected brands have not opened more than one or two wellness destination resorts per year. One must assume that Hyatt has a much more effective opportunity screening, development, and pre-opening process than the best destinations spa brands, simply because it is exercised several dozen times per year within the company’s upper-upscale and luxury brands.

And, of course, the opportunity is greater than just expanding distribution of destination spas. If the acquisition is leveraged so that Miraval becomes the wellness and mindfulness “center of excellence” within Hyatt, the impact on Park Hyatt, Grand Hyatt, Hyatt Regency, Andaz and Unbound Collection properties can be significant. These brands’ properties have evolved from hotels with fitness rooms to hotels with gym and spa facilities, and now to hotels and resorts with industry-leading wellness programming.

Taking the potential implications even further, Hyatt noted in the press release that impacts will be felt in programming beyond the hotel. Given the frequency and scale of travel and transportation industry disruption in recent years, this acquisition can assist Hyatt in what is shaping up to be a fundamental transformation for global hospitality brands, leaving a past in which they were managers of hotel real estate with hospitality service skills, to a future in which they will be companies that offer branded travel experiences with a network of outlets, products and services, ever attempting to increase their involvement in the lives of their customers.

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A seasoned hospitality professional with extensive real estate, marketing and account management skills in North America and Latin America, Andrew has consulted for projects with leading branded management companies such as Canyon Ranch, Six Senses, Montage, Auberge and Alila.

Andrew has extensive experience in the wellness and sustainability space, especially as it pertains to resort properties. He especially enjoys working on ground-up projects, teaming with land planners to determine the optimal resort configuration to fit market demand with destination and site attributes, and helping land owners assemble their development teams.

As health and wellness have moved from the margins of the industry to become important components of mainstream hospitality projects, Andrew’s expertise has been in demand to conduct an increasing number of assignments for proposed sustainable wellness resort properties, particularly as the industry continues to strengthen in Central America, the Caribbean, Mexico and the “sunbelt states” in the United States. As the focus changes from the hotel product to the hotel experience, “property personality sharpening” through programming rather than capital expenditures has become one of the consultancy’s strengths. He has written numerous articles on topics ranging from Miami’s continuing growth to topics of interest in eco-tourism, active adventure tourism, and wellness tourism.

Prior to Horwath HTL, Andrew spent nine years with HVS’s Miami office. During his tenure there, Andrew earned his MAI designation from the Appraisal Institute, and holds Certified General Real Estate Appraiser and Real Estate Broker Associate licenses in the State of Florida. He has a Masters degree in Business Administration (M.B.A.) from the University of Pittsburgh, and a Masters in Hospitality Management from Florida International University, in addition to a Bachelor of Arts in Economics from Tulane University. He is a member of the International Society of Hospitality Consultants (ISHC), the Urban Land Institute (ULI) and the Global Wellness Institute.

Prior to joining HVS, Cohan rose through the ranks at AT&T, serving in their Latin America Wholesale Markets Division, managing a team with personnel in four countries, and having responsibility for maintaining tens of millions of dollars of annual revenue.
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Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Cheese box for storage

My dad has given me a few cheese boxes. (He brings them home from work.) I use them to store things around the house, like-fabric, t-shirt loopers, embroidery patterns, and in the one pictured I am storing a few momentos that I don't have out, but I'm not ready to part with either.

Today, I thought I'd give decoupaging a go on one of these boxes. So, I painted my box and after it dried I got to work decoupaging some sheet music to my cheese box. Since I don't have any Modge Podge, I mixed some wood glue with a little water. After the glue dried, I rubbed a damp cloth with a little brown paint lightly over the whole thing for that aged look.

While I can't say I am THRILLED with the results, I will say that I am happy-it will be just fine!

I like the look of these when they are just plain wood, but some other ideas for sprucing them up would be painting (wouldn't all different colors of these boxes stacked up look cute!), decoupaging with scrapbook paper, wallpaper, wrapping paper, or photos! The possibilities are endless. :)

~ The Jolly Bee ~ said...

You are so lucky to have access to cheese boxes! What treasures....So many possibilities.

Dawnie said...

I thought your cheese box was beautiful! It can hold alot of treasures too!

Michael - Innkeeper said...

i think it looks beautiful!

Rhonda said...

Love it too! Where does your dad work that he gets those?

Holly C. said...

Thanks everybody! He works at a meat place-apparently they sell cheese too!


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The Tale of House Dunwell

Story So Far

House Dunwell’s children have set out on the road to Harrenhal, to represent their father and house at Erold Lothston’s tournament. En route, they encounter little trouble, at least until they pass through King’s Landing. Here Locksby, one of their retainers, fell in with a local gang of criminals, and agreed to do some work on the side for them. Unfortunately, the gang was not quite subtle enough to avoid general notice.

This was also where the Dunwell scions first made the acquaintance of Ser Aerik Tarth, a man in league with a conspiracy against the throne of the Seven Kingdoms. He intimated that he was interested in forming an alliance with them based on their history of war with Dorne. Though no promises were made, the groundwork for future plots was laid.

Weeks later, they found their camps attacked by a clutch of lizard-lions, only a few days from Harrenhal. After making short work of them, Lord Dunwell’s children made their way to the imposing castle and made their introductions to their host, Lord Manfred Lothston and his family. It didn’t take long for their animosity toward the Dorne to surface, though, as Catherine Dunwell tricked one of their knights into coming up to her bedroom. Once there, she dosed him with something to make him sleep, then acted as if he had tried to force himself on her. The ruse was bought by everyone, and after a trial by combat, the Dornish knight died.

Meanwhile, as Christian and LaFaye were making their way through their opponents in the tournament, Locksby stole the cloak pin from one of Lord Arryn’s personal guard as the gang back in King’s Landing asked him to. Richard, the Dunwell Heir, began to try brokering a marriage contract between his sister, Catherine, and the Arryn heir, Brandon, who had taken an interest in her.

As the tournament went on, eventually Richard and Catherine revealed that Locksby, their retainer, had stolen the cloak pin from House Arryn’s guard. They also told them that they believed that the Lannisters were behind that theft. They agreed to give the Arryns any further information they found about it. Catherine was busy, though, as prior to this, she had taken a snake given to her by Aerik Tarth and dropped it in her own room. She then got locked in, and was only saved due to the intervention of her family. The idea was to make it seem the Dornish were trying to kill her.

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Isaac Washes Up Nearly 18,000 Dead Swamp Rats On Mississippi Coast

WAVELAND, Miss. (CBS Houston/AP) — Crews in Mississippi are cleaning up thousands of dead swamp rats that washed ashore from Hurricane Isaac.

The Sun Herald reports that an estimated 16,000 to 18,000 nutria — semiaquatic, rat-like rodents — and other dead animals washed up in Hancock County after drowning in Hurricane Isaac’s storm surge.

A federal contractor, U.S. Environmental Services, will dump the bodies in a landfill rated to take household garbage.

Hancock County Supervisor David Yarborough says county crews tried to deal with a similar problem after Hurricane Gustav and many workers got sick.

“We don’t want anybody out here in the stuff,” Yarborough told The Associated Press. “They’re actually starting to swell up and bust. It smells really bad. So, any sightseers, you might want to second guess this one before you come out.”

Chad Lafontaine, with the Mississippi Department of Environmental Quality, told the Sun Herald that most of the nutria in Hancock County were on the beach, but some were still floating or in the surf.

“Most are dry and can be identified as nutria,” Lafontaine explained to the Herald. “Contractors are looking at getting boats to scoop the others out of the water.”

Neighboring Harrison County has fewer dead nutria. Officials say county crews removed nearly 16 tons of dead animals from its beaches Saturday and Sunday. Supervisor Kim Savant says they were still washing up Monday.

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Tuesday, October 27, 2009

How to Get My Ex Boyfriend Back - Getting Your Ex Boyfriend Back Even If They're With Someone Else

Wondering "how to get my ex boyfriend back"? Getting your ex boyfriend back can be done -- even if they're with someone else.

If you have recently split up with the man you love, the chances are you will want to know how to get your ex boyfriend back. It might have taken you a couple of years to find someone you connect with, someone that you can talk to about anything and someone that just generally makes you enjoy life. That is why splitting up with your boyfriend can come as such as a shock, and be such a hard process.

Thinking about there every move is natural, what they are doing, where they are going, who they are meeting and the worst one; if they are seeing another women. These thoughts create a constant state of anxiety and only add the pain that you are currently experiencing. Try eliminating as many of these thoughts as possible; otherwise you will come across as a negative person, which won't exactly make him want you back - will it?

Of course, learning how to get your ex boyfriend back is definitely not easy. There are plenty of places that are offering free advice explaining how to get your ex back, or so they say. The truth is, you get what you pay for in this world, so if its free, it usually means it is useless. Instead of taking on board the free advice, find a proven system and use it. The longer you leave things on bad terms, the less likely you are to ever get your ex boyfriend back. Time is limited, and what happens next is in your hands!

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Tuesday, 15 April 2014

it's a Bug's Life!

I've been wanting to do this project for quite some time now, but orders and life in general have only allowed me to start this year!  My kids and I spend lots of very happy times at Creepy Crawlies (aka. The Web Adventure Park) in York and I thought it would be nice to give something back...

Using these fab bright paints from B&Q, I first painted the canvas (colours are Grasshopper & Foxy).

I find no matter how careful I am with the masking tape I get some 'leaks' so I touch up by hand to give a perfect finish.

I gave the wooden letters several coats in Antique White (again from B&Q), sanding between coats.The letters were produced in Creepy Crawlies own 'font' which Infinite letters very kindly cut out for me (they are only too happy to bespoke orders if they can, so always worth asking if you don't see on their site!)

Then for the fun part of deciding what 'bugs' to use and where to position them...

Once I'd decided I placed all but one of the stickers on the canvas in place, double checked their positioning by placing the letters over the top.  When I was absolutely sure I sealed them in place with the ever fabulous Modge Podge.

Once dry, I could then attach the first letter which had to be in place to stick down the last 'bug'...

They get everywhere these bugs!

Just love the 3D effect and can't wait to deliver to the guys at Creepy Crawlies, I know my boys are very excited!

Hope you all like, for more examples of my work just visit my website, Henry, Fred and Felicity,

Personalised, Bespoke, Unique...

Fay x

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  1. Wow, what a great project Fay - I'm sure everyone at Creepy Crawlies will be thrilled to bits to receive this (and I hope it has pride of place!). What a lovely gesture - thank you for sharing :) Helen x


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Monday, January 30, 2006

Take it to the Bank, Mark Herring will Win the Senate Seat in Virginia

Democrat Mark Herring who faces a crucial election this coming Tuesday will win!

Yes, you heard it here.

After doing a little telephone canvassing, and taking a very unscientific anecdotal poll, I have concluded that former Loudoun County supervisor, Mark Herring will cream Mick Staton, "the son-in-law and political protege of former Del. Dick Black, a divisive and regressive presence in the House" who thankfully lost his reelection bid last November.

Herring will overwhelmingly win the senate race in the special election for the 33rd District that serendipitously became open after newly elected Republican Attorney General Robert F. McDonnell tapped former Republican Senator William "Bill" C. Mims for the number two spot in his office.

Gosh, it almost reminds me of the time former Republican Gov. James Gilmore nabbed former-Democratic Del. Dave Brickley for his cabinet and the poor Democrats soon thereafter lost the House.

Lucky, lucky Democrats for having the good fortune of an open seat in a special election with the Kaine victory wind at their back. The ultimate nail on Staton's political coffin came this morning with the enthusiastic endorsement of the Washington Post.

Yes, Raising Kaine duly notes the telling tea leaves on the ground, by way of desperate Republicans already spinning the loss as no big deal, just a little special election, no more!

Well, this is BIG! How big...? Big enough that Smiley-faced-cowboy Allen will now have to come up with a Northern Virginia strategy if he hopes to win reelection to the Senate in the fall.

And if James Webb signs up, it's Katy-bar-the door. Republicans can kiss a senate seat bye-bye in November. Hopefully, a huge win by Herring will be the added nudge Webb needs to jump into the race.

I couldn't find your email address, so I figured I'd post here.

In my post They're doing the state of the union in Spanish? I'm being completely sarcastic. You'll noticed that I said:

"Dave Albo must be fuming..."

That's a reference to Dave Albo's anti-immigrant attitudes. The guy once said "Kick them all out!" without even specifying who he meant. I like to assume that he meant not only all immigrants, but also white upper class grandmothers.

Anyway - email me at if you want to discuss.
Well thank God.

Sorry for my low flash-point.

And yes, I'll e-mail you as well.
I think Mark has a tremendous chance. However, I caution you not to put to much stock in Washington Post endorsements, as they really don't mean a whole lot in Loudoun. In fact, in 2003, they definitely hurt the BoS candidates.

I pray that we'll both have huge happy smiles on our faces around 8:00 PM tomorrow night!

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