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Zomg blogger archives Category
ZOMG, this category is so boring and mainly for administrative purposes. I wrote over 1000 posts using Blogger between November 2000 and September 2002, and when I imported them into Movable Type back in 2002, I stuck them all here.
Local #
5
Sep
2002
In: Zomg blogger archives
Yesterday I went and hooked myself up with a local cell phone through AT&T. I’m not totally happy with the plan, but the service is better in LA than Sprint’s, so it’ll work. I sent out a big e-mail today to most of my “real life” people who I thought should have the number, but if I overlooked you…e-mail me.
Role Reversal
5
Sep
2002
In: Zomg blogger archives
Does anyone else remember how, until he moved away, Andreas was giving me rides to and from work at The Paper every day? We have now quite effectively swtiched places. Now I give him a ride to and from his work every day. He works even closer to home than I did, which would be really cool if we hadn’t accidently left his bike locked up in Seattle.
Family Roof Action Shots
5
Sep
2002
In: Zomg blogger archives
Oh-ho!
5
Sep
2002
In: Zomg blogger archives
Guess what? Almost four hours after they were suppose to arrive, AT&T showed up. Wahoo! I’m a fully functional human being again. Expect many updates in next few hours.
Still Unconnected
5
Sep
2002
In: Zomg blogger archives
Thanks to the joy of AT&T Broadband Internet service (or lack there of) I am still without that thar interweb at home. They tell me tomorrow is the day. No, really this time. We’ll see. I have a lot to say, but paying by the minute at Kinko’s is not condusive to rambling.
Quick hits:
First night in LA, I cried.
First day in LA, I got a parking ticket.
Second day in LA, I almost got in a car accident (our pickup has no pick-up).
Third day in LA is going pretty well so far.
More:
We have a great view and nice ocean breezes in our apartment. The house plants and rats survived the long hot two day drive. I had a job interview yesterday at Bon Appetit and it went well. Also, my creative agency is taking my portfolio to the LA Times tomorrow. I’m still unpacking. I like having a dishwasher. Venice seems to always be 10° cooler than the rest of LA, which is stupendous. I miss my parents and my Honda. I need to get the truck washed, as it has much bird shit uponst the hood.
Oh, and The Seattle Weekly printed my article. They’ve already forwarded me a letter to the editor, but it’s pretty positive:
In regards to your “Douse It” article, I think you are pretty right on.
Fire performance is more like a plague than an art, and experienced and
innovative performers are growing fewer and farther in between.
However, there are several innovative and experienced troupes in this
city that your article failed to notice or mention, and for the sake of
fair journalism — I feel I should point this out.
[She writes about three Seattle fire performance groups unmentioned
in the article.]
The fact that this particular art form has super saturated Seattle,
*should* push the art to a bigger and better level, those who can’t or
won’t- will become passe and tired memories.
I do agree that the Seattle audience should exercise a more
discriminating taste when choosing to book or view these events, but
those who work hard and are fantastic at what they do, should not be
penalized for the inconsistency of others.
I hope that your article will induce some of this discriminating taste I
am referring to, and that the demand for classy and artistic
performances, will be the bar to which people are expected to perform to
as a result.
The Deal
31
Aug
2002
In: Zomg blogger archives
So, here it is. Saturday morning. Andreas is sleeping off the 20 hours of driving he did, and I am enjoying my morning constitutional, which consists of tea (made the way the Brits like it: lots of milk) and ‘puter. The apartment is ripped apart and packed up — bare walls, lots of boxes, and then a corner filled with sacks of clothes, books, shoes, umbrellas, candles, mannequins and other things I’m giving to friends today. I’m hoping we have room for everything…the one sacrifice may be Andreas’ enormous 4′x4′ record shelf thinger. Even without it, his massive record collection is going to take up many many cubic feet. Damn vinyl. Why couldn’t he spin CDs? (Heh.)
I decided that the packing rule is “living things in the cabin of the truck,” so that means that two people, two rats, and five house plants have to fit in the front of the truck. It’s one of those extended cabs, so that should work.
I’ll be returning my cable modem to its rightful owner (AT&T) today, so this will be the last update for a while. You’ve got plenty to read though, what with the epic Saga of the Honda below. We’ll be leaving tomorrow morning, staying overnight with family friends in Mount Shasta tomorrow night, and then finishing up the drive Monday. I’ll be sleeping in our new (slightly used) Queen-sized bed Monday night. AT&T won’t be back to install a new cable modem until Thursday, so e-mail checking and site updates will be sparse. But! Think good thoughts for me next Wednesday at 2pm: I have an interview at Bon Appetit for an associate research editor position.
My parents, T., and her mom Suz are coming over this morning to make brunch. We’re going to eat it on the roof, and hopefully I can get in one last hoop. I’m going to miss Seattle somethin’ fierce, but I’ll be back in November when Susannah has her baby. And I know I’ll be moving back here within a few years. I’ll still be a Seattleite, even when I’m living in Venice. You can take the girl out of Seattle, etc. etc. etc.
Little Alien
31
Aug
2002
In: Zomg blogger archives
Uh-oh — I made the pregnant lady cry! But, all I did was dedicate a song to Susannah! Aww. *sniff*
Fin
30
Aug
2002
In: Zomg blogger archives
Today is my last day at The Paper. I arrived to find a big bouquet of flowers (aww…), got a couple lovely cards, and a designer even made me a customized little black book with a dragonfly on the cover (*sniff*). The whole department got together for free bagels and fruit and coffee and tea and it was very sweet. Despite the fact that when I started here it was “only for two weeks,” then “only until June,” and finally “just until September,” it’s been a very good job. Walking distance from home, great for my portfolio, and coworkers who like to giggle conspiratorally.
Woah.
29
Aug
2002
In: Zomg blogger archives
Today I got my hair, like, done. Really done. Now it’s sort of like Leah’s, but auburn and white blond.
See?
Me and Time
29
Aug
2002
In: Zomg blogger archives
I play this funny game with myself: when I’m anticipating something, I’ll count ahead and see how far away it is. In the case of moving, it’s three days. That doesn’t really mean much, since we all know how time isn’t static. It flies, it drags, it skips a beat. So, to give myself some perspective, I say to myself (sometimes outloud, like I did last night in bed), “So, three days ahead. What was I doing three days ago? Let’s see…” Then I get a better sense of the unit of measure. In this case, three days ago it was Monday morning.
Then I say “Oooh, that just happened!” and realize that moving Sunday morning will be happening in no time. Andreas leaves LA tonight to drive up.
Local #
5 Sep 2002 In: Zomg blogger archivesYesterday I went and hooked myself up with a local cell phone through AT&T. I’m not totally happy with the plan, but the service is better in LA than Sprint’s, so it’ll work. I sent out a big e-mail today to most of my “real life” people who I thought should have the number, but if I overlooked you…e-mail me.
Role Reversal
5 Sep 2002 In: Zomg blogger archivesDoes anyone else remember how, until he moved away, Andreas was giving me rides to and from work at The Paper every day? We have now quite effectively swtiched places. Now I give him a ride to and from his work every day. He works even closer to home than I did, which would be really cool if we hadn’t accidently left his bike locked up in Seattle.
Family Roof Action Shots
5 Sep 2002 In: Zomg blogger archivesOh-ho!
5 Sep 2002 In: Zomg blogger archivesGuess what? Almost four hours after they were suppose to arrive, AT&T showed up. Wahoo! I’m a fully functional human being again. Expect many updates in next few hours.
Still Unconnected
5 Sep 2002 In: Zomg blogger archivesThanks to the joy of AT&T Broadband Internet service (or lack there of) I am still without that thar interweb at home. They tell me tomorrow is the day. No, really this time. We’ll see. I have a lot to say, but paying by the minute at Kinko’s is not condusive to rambling.
Quick hits:
More:
We have a great view and nice ocean breezes in our apartment. The house plants and rats survived the long hot two day drive. I had a job interview yesterday at Bon Appetit and it went well. Also, my creative agency is taking my portfolio to the LA Times tomorrow. I’m still unpacking. I like having a dishwasher. Venice seems to always be 10° cooler than the rest of LA, which is stupendous. I miss my parents and my Honda. I need to get the truck washed, as it has much bird shit uponst the hood.
Oh, and The Seattle Weekly printed my article. They’ve already forwarded me a letter to the editor, but it’s pretty positive:
In regards to your “Douse It” article, I think you are pretty right on.
Fire performance is more like a plague than an art, and experienced and
innovative performers are growing fewer and farther in between.
However, there are several innovative and experienced troupes in this
city that your article failed to notice or mention, and for the sake of
fair journalism — I feel I should point this out.
[She writes about three Seattle fire performance groups unmentioned
in the article.]
The fact that this particular art form has super saturated Seattle,
*should* push the art to a bigger and better level, those who can’t or
won’t- will become passe and tired memories.
I do agree that the Seattle audience should exercise a more
discriminating taste when choosing to book or view these events, but
those who work hard and are fantastic at what they do, should not be
penalized for the inconsistency of others.
I hope that your article will induce some of this discriminating taste I
am referring to, and that the demand for classy and artistic
performances, will be the bar to which people are expected to perform to
as a result.
The Deal
31 Aug 2002 In: Zomg blogger archivesSo, here it is. Saturday morning. Andreas is sleeping off the 20 hours of driving he did, and I am enjoying my morning constitutional, which consists of tea (made the way the Brits like it: lots of milk) and ‘puter. The apartment is ripped apart and packed up — bare walls, lots of boxes, and then a corner filled with sacks of clothes, books, shoes, umbrellas, candles, mannequins and other things I’m giving to friends today. I’m hoping we have room for everything…the one sacrifice may be Andreas’ enormous 4′x4′ record shelf thinger. Even without it, his massive record collection is going to take up many many cubic feet. Damn vinyl. Why couldn’t he spin CDs? (Heh.)
I decided that the packing rule is “living things in the cabin of the truck,” so that means that two people, two rats, and five house plants have to fit in the front of the truck. It’s one of those extended cabs, so that should work.
I’ll be returning my cable modem to its rightful owner (AT&T) today, so this will be the last update for a while. You’ve got plenty to read though, what with the epic Saga of the Honda below. We’ll be leaving tomorrow morning, staying overnight with family friends in Mount Shasta tomorrow night, and then finishing up the drive Monday. I’ll be sleeping in our new (slightly used) Queen-sized bed Monday night. AT&T won’t be back to install a new cable modem until Thursday, so e-mail checking and site updates will be sparse. But! Think good thoughts for me next Wednesday at 2pm: I have an interview at Bon Appetit for an associate research editor position.
My parents, T., and her mom Suz are coming over this morning to make brunch. We’re going to eat it on the roof, and hopefully I can get in one last hoop. I’m going to miss Seattle somethin’ fierce, but I’ll be back in November when Susannah has her baby. And I know I’ll be moving back here within a few years. I’ll still be a Seattleite, even when I’m living in Venice. You can take the girl out of Seattle, etc. etc. etc.
Little Alien
31 Aug 2002 In: Zomg blogger archivesUh-oh — I made the pregnant lady cry! But, all I did was dedicate a song to Susannah! Aww. *sniff*
Fin
30 Aug 2002 In: Zomg blogger archivesToday is my last day at The Paper. I arrived to find a big bouquet of flowers (aww…), got a couple lovely cards, and a designer even made me a customized little black book with a dragonfly on the cover (*sniff*). The whole department got together for free bagels and fruit and coffee and tea and it was very sweet. Despite the fact that when I started here it was “only for two weeks,” then “only until June,” and finally “just until September,” it’s been a very good job. Walking distance from home, great for my portfolio, and coworkers who like to giggle conspiratorally.
Woah.
29 Aug 2002 In: Zomg blogger archivesToday I got my hair, like, done. Really done. Now it’s sort of like Leah’s, but auburn and white blond.
See?
Me and Time
29 Aug 2002 In: Zomg blogger archivesI play this funny game with myself: when I’m anticipating something, I’ll count ahead and see how far away it is. In the case of moving, it’s three days. That doesn’t really mean much, since we all know how time isn’t static. It flies, it drags, it skips a beat. So, to give myself some perspective, I say to myself (sometimes outloud, like I did last night in bed), “So, three days ahead. What was I doing three days ago? Let’s see…” Then I get a better sense of the unit of measure. In this case, three days ago it was Monday morning.
Then I say “Oooh, that just happened!” and realize that moving Sunday morning will be happening in no time. Andreas leaves LA tonight to drive up.
Hey there. I'm Ariel Meadow Stallings, a native Seattleite who's written my way up and down the Left Coast. Electrolicious is where I post daily randomata, but I also write for a living. My first book, Offbeat Bride, was published last year.
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