...the absent-minded ramblings of a sometime diva, hyperactive yarn ya-ya.

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Name: Cyndilou :)
Location: Texas, United States

Just a little piece of sunshine and rainbow set free to wreak happiness on the universe.

Friday, February 29, 2008

Note to Kansas

To the mysterious office in Kansas that keeps calling my cell phone: BUG OFF!

Oy. They keep hanging up when I pick up the phone, they don't leave a message, and calling the number back gets either "you have reached us after office hours" or "thanks for calling our offices..." with no actual company name, and of course the number is unlisted on a reverse lookup. Jerks.


Oh, in other news -- the work situation appears stable finally, life is still crazy with chorus rehearsals and teaching classes and whatnot, but on the whole back to normal. :D

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Seriously clueless neighbors

I took a long nap yesterday afternoon, so of course I woke up at an unseasonably early hour this morning, and it is a good thing I did. Boy do I have a doozy of an upstairs neighbor this time.

The girl must have flooded her apartment without knowing it (and claims she didn't!) - probably came home drunk (or tired, give her the benefit of the doubt), turned on the shower and passed out. When I got up I noticed someone had their shower on and thought nothing of it. I decided it really was too early to be up and I laid back down with a book. A good while later I noticed that shower was still on, and this time I noticed a dripping sound -- that was a bit too close for comfort. Like rain, but in my apartment. This is not a good sound. Sure enough, I got up and checked and there was a line of drips in my dining room. To add insult to injury, a downpour was coming through the air conditioning unit and a stream was draining into the bathtub. At least that last one was contained. Only one of them threatened stash - so that one had to be dealt with immediately, of course. Thankfully I was alerted to the problem before it had gotten too out of hand (of course, the fact that it had started overflowing into my apartment was already too out of hand) and so it seems to be taken care of - but girlfriend better be cleaning up that water up there. There is a lake outside my front door and a river downstairs from me.

The best part? When I (perhaps foolishly) went up to knock on her door to see if anyone was home to turn off the water, she answers the door in a towel, gasps like I am a serial killer when she opens the door, and then proceeds to babble that this is the first time she's taken a shower longer than 5 minutes and this isn't the first time it has happened to her because these apartment showers are horrible and no the apartment isn't flooded whyever do you ask certainly I would have noticed no there isn't a broken pipe and I am calling maintenance in the morning about the shower...

Sigh. Darlin', I have lived here for a decade, the showers are perfectly fine, and admit it, you flooded the place. Now clean it up and stop dripping water all over my apartment at 4:30 in the morning. Thank you. Oh, and call maintenance NOW so they can help you with your "faulty shower". That's what emergency maintenance is for.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Thoughts on this morning's activity

  • When it's icky, cold and wet outside, mall-walking is definitely an acceptable substitute.
  • Proviso: Go before the shops open.
  • Second proviso: Don't bring your credit card.
  • I found a new fave store - Torrid: the sister store to Goth Topic. Any store that has a Diva club and caters to sizes 14 to 26 (iIrc) AND sells Hello Kitty stuff is cool with me.
  • BTW - E, Torrid in Barton Creek sells Hello Kitty stuff. And some on clearance.
  • I love subversive t-shirts. Especially with boobie references. Yes, I bought one. You're just jealous. Save the tatas*!
  • Ever see someone in a public place and think 'dayum' and not in a good way? And then feel bad about thinking it because you know someone else is looking at your jiggly size 18 in faded red sweatpants and crazy socks mallwalking and thinking the same thing?
  • Ever notice how finding just the right outfit in a new store makes you forget that you are actually dressed for working out and not for shopping?

Today's exercise (minus the shopping excursion): 2.5 miles in 39 minutes, approximately. Go, pedometer, go.

*No, this is not the shirt I bought, but it is the one I wanted --- they were out of my size in this one. I might order it online anyway, since it's for a good cause. :D

Friday, February 15, 2008

C is for Camera

C is for Camera
Originally uploaded by Cyndiva.
Yes. I'm finally getting a picture up for the ABC-along -- C is for Camera. This is my new E-510, which will be replacing my E-300. In fact, this is the last official pic with the E-300 as my main camera. I was originally intending to sell it - I may keep it as a backup instead.

Right now I'm cleaning up my pictures and watching DVDs. Currently in the player is 10 Things I Hate About You, and I'm really missing Heath Ledger. What a tragic ending to such a promising young life.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Fun Times

I tell ya, nausea is no fun. I do wish I knew whether it was stress-related (shouldn't be - just had a long but good rehearsal), illness-induced (possible, everyone else seems to be getting sick lately) or related to the meds I am taking (also extremely likely). Granted, the extreme lack of sleep from last night is probably also taking a toll.

Rehearsal went very well - we (meaning Conspirare) got to tune the Long Center tonight. I took pics, naturally, although I am too tired to go hunting down my card reader at the moment. You'll just have to take my word for it. The smaller performance hall is beautiful, if a bit brown for my tastes. I guess I expected something a bit more modern looking -- but perhaps as a performer I would have been disappointed if it didn't feel right. One thing that was rather cool: the baby grand we were using was one signed by Harry Connick, Jr. in 1997. Yup, got pics of that, too. I cannot wait for the grand opening celebration in March, when we perform at the gala. We'll also be performing there in late June (the 21st I think ) - Vivaldi's Gloria.

...and now, bed time.

Unnecessary stress

Sometimes you're waiting for that other shoe to drop. And waiting...and waiting... Little things happen, that let you know that the laces are untied, but you have no way of knowing whether that shoe is going to bop you in the head or not. So here I am at 2 in the morning, unable to get any sleep simply because the shoe is hovering - and the main source of my stress is sadly enough an email that I should have but have not yet received. Argh.

I did knit some earlier, and did breathing exercises, watched some television, got out and walked, did crossword puzzles and various other things in the attempt to either distract myself or shut off my brain. Somewhere in there I did snooze for a couple hours, so at least I got SOME sleep. Breathe in, breathe out.

....and an aside to the person looking for the cloak pattern: I found it by Googling knit cloak patterns, but I never ended up making it. I cannot locate the link any longer, sorry. If you comment as anonymous, I cannot email you back.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Mental Note*

*Still a little too chilly in the evenings to walk to the store in just a sleeveless top and capris. Though I know I shouldn't complain...seriously - 75 degrees in February? What happened to my ice days this year? Ah well.

The walk was to return a couple movies to the rental box before midnight - just finished License to Wed. While I must say that I don't necessarily approve of the unorthodox methods of relationship counseling employed (not to mention the complete lack of well, faith), I did find it a funny bit of fluff. 3 out of 5 stars. Eh, I like Robin Williams. At the very least, it gave me the chance to resurrect a UFO --- the afghan for Amanda, which has been languishing for a few months, only about 1/3rd finished. I think I made a mistake deciding to knit it - even though it is two strands, it still seems to be taking a very long time. I'm going to try to knit on it every night this week - even if it is only a row a night. Wednesday might be hard since I'll be out at the Long Center, but I think we're starting later than we were originally scheduled to so I can probably stop at home first instead of heading downtown straightaway.

Last night I watched Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End. I honestly don't believe it took me so long to get around to watching it -- true, it was a 2007 release, but it was one I had plans to see in the theater (and then the discount theater, and then the dollar theater...), but the plans kept falling through. Watching it on DVD was worth it -- I was able to go back to a couple parts that totally would have left me scratching my head in the theater, and then check the IMDB listings for actors immediately when I wanted to see who was playing a part. Ah, the interwebs always satisfies.

Ironically enough, there is a tie between the two movies I mention above, although IMDB does not yet list it. In the additional scenes for LtW, Mandy Moore has a bachelorette party. Guess who appears as her erstwhile stripper? It appears to be Orlando Bloom - granted, he is wearing a mask, so I could be mistaken....

Saturday, February 09, 2008

I conquered the hill!!

012/365 - My coasting hill
Originally uploaded by Cyndiva.
Nothing like a little weight loss to keep you motivated to exercise more. Today I decided to take a longer walk than usual. Not just any walk, mind you - one down and up the steepest hill in my neighborhood. A hill I normally avoid at all costs because, well, it is STEEP. Fun to drive, though. I do have to admit that I chickened out of doing it twice - I couldn't bring myself to loop back and go down and up the same valley at the end of the walk, but I started off with this monster. Go big or go home!!!

39 minutes, about 2 1/2 miles - not a bad way to get going on a Saturday morning, eh?

Friday, February 08, 2008

Not quite dancing naked in the street

...but getting on down that road.

I met my first small weight loss goal today (since January1). No rounding, no nothing - the scale said the magic number and I was HAPPY. That goal was a 12 lb loss - the next goal is 25 more. Stealing a line from another great gal: Burn, baby, burn!

Sunday, February 03, 2008

Nothing can save you now...

I was amazingly disappointed when the LCD on my brand new camera started malfunctioning. This week I got the replacement from the vendor and this evening was the first time I had the chance to get it out of the box (gotta send the old one back pronto!). Of course, except for the very first time I powered on the bad camera, the LCD on it functioned just fine. It has to be a short in there somewhere - no matter what I tried before I couldn't get the ghosting problem to go away, and then when I was in the process of switching the lens and such to the new camera and just powered on the bad one one last time to take a picture of the new kit: poof, the bad LCD decided to stop acting up. Too late, it is packed to ship in the morning. Here's hoping the new camera doesn't have any issues.

Saturday, February 02, 2008

Bloggers' Silent Poetry Reading

Poeta Fit, Non Nascitur
by Lewis Carroll

How shall I be a poet?
How shall I write in rhyme?
You told me once 'the very wish
Partook of the sublime.'
Then tell me how! Don't put me off
With your 'another time'!"

The old man smiled to see him,
To hear his sudden sally;
He liked the lad to speak his mind
And thought "There's no hum-drum in him,
Nor any shilly-shally."

"And would you be a poet
Before you've been to school?
Ah, well! I hardly thought you
So absolute a fool.
First learn to be spasmodic -
A very simple rule.

"For first you write a sentence,
And then you chop it small;
Then mix the bits, and sort them out
Just as they chance to fall:
The order of the phrases makes
No difference at all.

'Then, if you'd be impressive,
Remember what I say,
That abstract qualities begin
With capitals alway:
The True, the Good, the Beautiful -
Those are the things that pay!

"Next, when you are describing
A shape, or sound, or tint;
Don't state the matter plainly,
But put it in a hint;
And learn to look at all things
With a sort of mental squint."

"For instance, if I wished, Sir,
Of mutton-pies to tell,
Should I say 'dreams of fleecy flocks
Pent in a wheaten cell'?"
"Why, yes," the old man said: "that phrase
Would answer very well.

"Then fourthly, there are epithets
That suit with any word -
As well as Harvey's Reading Sauce
With fish, or flesh, or bird -
Of these, 'wild,' 'lonely,' 'weary,' 'strange,'
Are much to be preferred."

"And will it do, O will it do
To take them in a lump -
As 'the wild man went his weary way
To a strange and lonely pump'?"
"Nay, nay! You must not hastily
To such conclusions jump.

"Such epithets, like pepper,
Give zest to what you write;
And, if you strew them sparely,
They whet the appetite:
But if you lay them on too thick,
You spoil the matter quite!

"Last, as to the arrangement:
Your reader, you should show him,
Must take what information he
Can get, and look for no im-
mature disclosure of the drift
And purpose of your poem.

"Therefore, to test his patience -
How much he can endure -
Mention no places, names, or dates,
And evermore be sure
Throughout the poem to be found
Consistently obscure.

"First fix upon the limit
To which it shall extend:
Then fill it up with 'Padding'
(Beg some of any friend):
You place towards the end."

"And what is a Sensation,
Grandfather, tell me, pray?
I think I never heard the word
So used before to-day:
Be kind enough to mention one

And the old man, looking sadly
Across the garden-lawn,
Where here and there a dew-drop
Yet glittered in the dawn,
Said "Go to the Adelphi,
And see the 'Colleen Bawn.'

'The word is due to Boucicault -
The theory is his,
Where Life becomes a Spasm,
And History a Whiz:
If that is not Sensation,
I don't know what it is.

"Now try your hand, ere Fancy
Have lost its present glow - "
"And then," his grandson added,
"We'll publish it, you know:
Green cloth - gold-lettered at the back -
In duodecimo!"

Then proudly smiled that old man
To see the eager lad
Rush madly for his pen and ink
And for his blotting-pad -
But, when he thought of PUBLISHING,
His face grew stern and sad.