Okay, this whole snow thing? Can't happen. We have too much to do this week, and Portland is incapable of handling snow.
Christian Bale: Get ready to win an Oscar. You deserve it, believe me. But please don't sound like you've just loaded both nostrils when you take the stage. And ignore anybody adjusting the lights. Today you're my favorite character actor (even though I prefer you as a leading man).
Co-workers 'o mine: Let's keep the drama to a bare minimum. I'm done with drama this week. Except for stories starring Christian Bale. And when I say "I'm done," I'm done.
Sponsors: Let's all play nice. I'm going to be as honest and accommodating as I can.
Media: Don't even think about not turning out for our press conference. I'm serious.
Appliances and other inanimate objects around the house: No more breaking down. Furnace, keep running. We can use toothpicks to make the microwave work, maybe the cable company can get me re-connected in the bathroom (yes, bathroom) and hopefully my toilet will keep flushing for another six or seven days. It's not like I use it that much . . .
Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal: Do not get injured. Stay healthy. Stay happy. Stay hunky. And get ready to come play tennis just a few feet from my drooling lips. It looks like my tix are in the 7th row (of some section, at least).
Now that I've got all that off my chest, we're heading out to see the Best Picture, 'The King's Speech,' to finish off a great holiday weekend!
- I feel:calm
- I hear:No 'The Bachelor'!
Long before Jacob the Wolf popped into my life (and stories), Jake the Alligator Man was on the scene. Not quite as hunky and certainly not nearly as angsty, Jake's been the Big Attraction at Marsh's Free Museum
for some 45 years.
Today we visited Jake again, during an entertaining drive to the coast (one where we saw three different herds of elk and one lone doe standing right near the Washington ramp to the Astoria bridge).
Jake's still quite the character!
And we took a side trip to Cape Disappointment where we enjoyed the amazing scenery and bought more souvenirs. Then to Seaside for a little Fascination . . . all-in-all, a full day!
Hope my flisters are having a good weekend, especially those of you who got a three-day holiday. Gotta thank those presidents for having their own day!
It's fascinating watching characters grow up before your eyes, over the course of many years. At least the HP kids are old enough now that you don't have to feel like a perv watching them, hehe. Tonight we finally saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1
, and it was engrossing and evocative, even for those of us who haven't read the book.
I realize there are lots of people who don't like the character Ron Weasley for a variety of reasons. In this movie, he was annoying, as he often is. He exhibits negative qualities throughout the movies, like envy, gluttony, jealousy and even cowardice. He's so clueless sometimes, you want to slap him upside the head.
But I guess the reason I like Ron is that he's REAL. He's flawed. He's human (even though he's a wizard). And ultimately he ends up doing the right thing.
We went to the old Mt. Hood Theatre ($4 a head). Our popcorn, drinks, candy and even a hotdog cost under $20. We hadn't been there in ages and we were surprised to see how packed the place was. Hurray for second run movie houses!
Sunny and nice today, but they say snow is coming. For goodness sake, it's nearly spring. Let's stop the nonsense! (And don't you dare screw up our press conference next Friday!)
Made it through today, including a long drive in the backseat of a small car. The parade chair, our Sales Director and I drove to Astoria in the afternoon to meet with the Regatta board . . . actually a rewarding trip where we met some interesting folks. We'll see what comes out of it. Astoria is celebrating their bicentennial this year and was just voted one of America's "coolest small towns."
It was gorgeous at the coast. Lots of snow in the mountains on the way, but mild and sunny when we got there.
I had four meetings prior to the trip, then was supposed to be at one this evening. But I thought it started at 7:00pm, and at nearly 7:00 I checked my calendar and saw it had started at 6:30, so I blew it off and came home. I had already worked nearly 12 hours, so I didn't feel too bad.
Tomorrow is our event manager's last day. I posted a picture of her engagement ring on Facebook today (she got engaged on Monday). Next week I've got to assess whether we're going to need another pair of hands to get through the next three months. The stress is already palpable.
Five meetings tomorrow, and I didn't manage to get an appointment for my car, so now that has to wait another week. What am I proud of? I did squeeze in a call to my own doctor today and got my annual physical scheduled for next week!
What did I learn about character today? It has nothing to do with economic or social standing, that's for sure. A man I met in Astoria has passion, know-how and great pride in his work. And he's a definite character. I hope what we did today bears fruit, because I'd love to pitch this guy as a feature story in the 'big city.' The world would love him.
I don't get this thing about community ownership. I just hope I get to own my own drabble community, because I'm probably gonna lose some others . . .
LJ is testing my character. That must be the reason for this madness.
Now I see why I'm not a judge at Westminster . . . I just don't get it. Luckily it's entertaining, even when I don't agree (which is almost always these days).
What is LJ doing with the communities? It's nice to get emails that I'm the owner of communities I own, but huh? What does it mean?
And when it comes to work, it's waaay too early for everybody to be getting so damn antsy. Tuesdays are especially annoying.
It's gonna take an amazing amount of character to stay positive.
But, dammit, I will.ETA:
Hey, I liked that smooth fox terrier--I call him Harvey Two-Face Dent!
Just watched the first day of the three-day Jeopardy tournament featuring 'Watson,' the super-computer designed to take on the two great champs. It's funny how quickly we manage to assign human characteristics to the Avatar representing the computer (love how he 'blushes' when he gets an answer wrong).
Reminds me of how instantly popular Mr. Spock was (no emotions? come on!) on classic Trek
, logically followed by Data on Next Gen
. And of course our fascination for and love of robots and talking computers goes much farther back. Hell, we can anthropomorphize a car . . . and I'd rather do that than get hung up on kis from the Jersey shore!
(Just don't let Dr. Forbin near Watson, please!)
Happy birthday to rose_amethyst
I finally finished and posted the last part of my three-part 3:10 to Yuma
story, 'Stubborn'! One down, at last two more lingering works-in-progress to finish this year! And now it's time to move on to one of my favorite special events of the year, crammed with the most well-groomed characters on the planet, the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show!
Funny how a weekend this time of year can be a day or less, while in the 'off season,' it's three days. And you make the most (or least) of whatever you get. We enjoyed the movie last night and then took a ride to The Dalles today . . . the weather was pretty nice and mild and we only hit rain at the very end.
The most important part was the long nap in the middle of the day.
I'm looking forward to the upcoming three-day weekend, our last one until July. What follows is one-day weekend season, and a month of 7-day weeks.
(If you don't want to work your ass off, don't do special events.)
Tomorrow is media training for the prez, and then I hope Charlie and I can find time to work on the website.
We're basically hating have Windows 7 as our OS on our new home desktops . . . nothing seems compatible, including games and important programs we use all the time. You know what they say about hindsight . . .
Tomorrow we get the new copy machine at work, and hopefully that won't be too traumatic. We'll see. I usually embrace change, in everything but certain technology. And have I mentioned the camera on my new phone doesn't work?
Which brings me to an observation that how we deal with change--change in status, change in favor, change in health and age and attractiveness--is an important factor in a person's character. One of my favorite mantras growing up was the Serenity Prayer:God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
If we could all aspire to serenity, courage and wisdom, that would be pretty damn good.
- I feel:content
- I hear:The Godfather, Part 2
If we want to see 'The Rite' before it shuffles off this mortal coil, we better do it this weekend!
In the meantime, we managed to work nearly six hours this morning, which helped me catch up on stuff, as well as meeting with representatives from the Summer Institute kids who are going to Sapporo in June, talking to them about external communications and encouraging them to set up a Facebook page and a blog.
And on the Character subject: Who said, "They hit him with five shots and he's still alive"? How about, "Leave the gun, take the canoli"? Answers: ( hereCollapse )
Yes, I couldn't help watching a few scenes from one of my all-time favorite movies, 'The Godfather,' on AMC. I never get tired of it!
This morning as I was rushing to get to a 9:00am meeting, I inadvertently was 'treated' to a racist rant by Rush Limbaugh, a preview of coming attractions slipped into the morning news.
Limbaugh was talking about "Pharaoh Obama" and used terms like "let my people go" and "Bro" in reference to the President of the United States.
It's hard to believe such blatant racism can be tolerated in what's considered the 'greatest country on earth.' It started my day off on a decidedly sour note.
I guess that's the downside of freedom of speech.
The good news is, the meeting went well, and by noon I was at the hospital with Charlie, waiting for her to be discharged. I was so exhausted this afternoon, I slept until 4:00pm, then woke thinking it was the middle of the night.
Tomorrow morning we've got to go in to let in the maintenance guys and turn off the server . . . so it's time to turn in. It's hard to believe we're already into the middle of February!
So, I came home today to take Charlie to her doctor's appointment, and, unfortunately, they sent us straight to the hospital. The good news is, they haven't really found anything wrong. The bad news is, it takes hours and hours and hours to decide if there really *is* anything wrong.
So we sat in the emergency room for hours, then she was finally moved to a room. At least eight different people asked her the same questions, over and over.
When I left at 8:00pm, she still hadn't eaten anything all day. And she just called to tell me the kitchen is closed. Luckily she has a candy bar in her backpack!
For the record, I'm convinced she's okay, although I know she has some sort of virus or sinus infection that's been lingering. She definitely hasn't felt well. But I'm not alarmed, for whatever reason. I feel pretty calm, although I'm sorry for her having to be in the hospital.
I updated her blog. And now I've written in this one. My observation on this month's blog topic: Charlie's character won't allow her to be negative or depressed. And that's half the battle.
Watching a 1992 movie called The Lover
about a French colonial girl and a Chinese man in '20s Saigon. It's quite erotic, along with being a fascinating study of both decadence and racism. Supposedly it's semi-biographical, based on a novel by Marguerite Duras.
Despite the scandalous subject matter, when the movie was made they had to change the age of the girl (make her older) and ensure the actress turned 18 during filming.
This is how we edit history to make it more acceptable . . . like taking the cigarette out of the hands of the chain-smoking Melvin Purvis in Public Enemies
because Michael Mann was intimidated back in his Miami Vice
Is it any wonder that we can never really understand the characters that make up the world--both past and present? Even to tell a simple story--much less one more complex--we have to make it more palatable for a 'mainstream' modern audience.
Still, this movie is strangely compelling and even poetic.
My body is a big boil, and if somebody squeezed me hard enough, pus would pop out the top of my head.
Why does that sound so appealing?
My head nearly did pop after our Communications meeting today. I wanted to bitch slap at least one of our team members, maybe more. So Angel and I took a break for lunch, instead, something I never do. We walked to the old neighborhood and had our favorite chicken and meatballs. He listened to me venting all the way there.
It was a real relief!
As I often say, thank God for Angel! He's a character in more ways than one.
And when I finished the three interviews this afternoon, I was pleasantly surprised. The basketball player chick was actually really good, despite the fact I had considered her resume a joke. (Still . . . does she have to make all the fonts different colors?)
Just goes to show you: You can't judge a book by its cover letter.
Got my massage tonight. And I managed not to scream, even though it hurt worse than it ever has. I could literally feel her separating the muscles in my shoulder, like she was strumming a tightly strung guitar. It took her twenty minutes to find the right spot with the worst encapsulation. She said if it were her she'd be crying.
Finally she told me it was okay to say "enough."
You'd think after all these years she'd know me better than that!
Now that I've showered (and iced my shoulder), I'm going to go watch the luminous Greer Garson playing Hollywood's version of Madame Curie. I've only seen it once before, and I remember it being quite entertaining, with Walter Pigeon as Pierre.
Then I'd better catch a few winks, because tomorrow is going to be a LOOONG day, starting off with Executive Committee at 7:30, and ending at 7:00pm after the Court meeting.
Watched much of LOTR: The Fellowship of the Ring
today, believe it or not. If you know me very well, you know I ended up with a bad taste in my mouth about LOTR because of the negative experiences I had in the fandom.
When I look back, it was only three or four (or maybe a half dozen) folks who really spoiled it for me. These people evidently had too much time of their hands, and used a lot of it to try to mess with my head. And it pisses me off (AT ME!) that I let them turn me off LOTR itself.
Whether I play in the fandom or not (and I never will again), I do want to finish a fanfic I loved a lot and had some ambitious plans for, 'Boromir's Elves.' So I've considered it a sign that the movie that featured Boromir has been playing on cable again. If I can just recapture the charm and cadence of that writing style, maybe I can do it. I have a pretty complete outline of the story and bios of all the original Elf characters.
How I loved the character Boromir! His bravery, his bluster and his poetic soul . . . his character is tested, but in the end he gives his life for "the Little Ones." (Of course, in 'Boromir's Elves,' he has the chance to give much more of himself, hehe.)
Naturally LOTR is full of classic characters. Strangely enough, one of my favorites when it comes to fanfic is one you barely see, Lord Celeborn. Le sigh.
And of course I'm infamous for making the lovely Legolas preggers . . . but there's no need to go into that today. (The perverse side of me is just happy I could skeeve so many 'nice' people, none of whom ever had the balls to dis me to my face!)
Sometimes just showing up is worth celebrating. Doing something that stretches you, doing something that even scares you . . . that's character-building.
Today the judges in my room saw young women who were mostly a little rough around the edges. And many of them admitted they were there to try to improve themselves. One seemed to want nothing more than to tell someone how disfunctional her family is. So she chose us.
The important thing for me was to say "Good job!" to every girl. No matter what happens, I hope those words are what they remember when they look back at this experience years from now. I'm lucky to be empowered to make that impression.
It was a long, tiring day. But a rewarding one.
In the middle of the afternoon (after an intense two-hour meeting), I felt like I was gonna crash. I could barely see straight.
Then I got my second wind.
I needed to get our Safety Plan fillable .pdfs out to all the committee chairs, and it required writing a clear, explanatory email and attaching the right event to each one. Once I got into a rhythm, it was pretty easy to do. But it was time consuming. At some point when Jeff was getting ready to leave, he came in and told me what a good job I was doing, how well I was hanging in there in these crazy times. I think I nodded.
It's weird that he's being so nice to me right now. He's not exactly Mr. Praise.
Tomorrow will be intense. Court judging for six hours at least, and they want me to manage a room of judges this year. Then when that's over, I'll come home and change clothes to get ready for the Rosarian auction . . . I remember trying to take a nap between these things last year, and getting interrupted by hysterical phone calls from the event manager, which I tried to ignore. (At least she won't be involved this year.)
I need to wash my hair tonight so I can fit in that nap tomorrow.
I predict Sunday will be a looong day of sleep.
It should come as no surprise that my favorite female characters were always the tough ones, like Scarlett and Ripley and Emma Peel . . .
- Tags:character, work
- I feel:optimistic
- I hear:Justin Bieber Top Ten
Have I ever mentioned how much of my adult life feels like pretending
. . . pretending to be adult, to be competent, to be in control.
At some point all the pretense becomes real, but the feeling of make believe never goes away. Occasionally I believe this is the secret to my happiness.
It's probably not a facet of character to fake it, unless we're talking about character in the sense of a drama . . .
Life as a drama requires all kinds of characters. And we can't play all the roles, even in our own life story. And sometimes we can't even manage to properly fill that leading role.
When you're young you spend a lot of time trying to be yourself
. But as you grow you learn that yourself
is a blend of all the things you want to be and all the things you can be and some of the things you'll never be. You're always developing your own character, just like when you're writing a story.
It ain't over 'til it's over.
So, I should have blogged earlier today when I logged on for a few minutes from work. But I didn't. And now I have just a few minutes to get it done before midnight.
An inauspicious start to the month of blogging, eh?
Come to think of it, I've already blogged for February 1, so this will get me set for tomorrow!
I only had time for a half hour on the treadmill, since I needed to stop for this. A quick nap, shopping at Freddy's, then home . . . and after this, I have to take a shower and wash my hair.
We've got a long week ahead . . . Winter Board meeting, court judging on Saturday and the Rosarian auction Saturday night.
My thoughts go out to all my friends struggling with the horrid winter weather. We're so lucky here, and we know it, believe me. The sun was so bright today, my office was cooking!
When it comes to character, I have a long way to go . . . Angel and I laughed our butts off about a ridiculous situation, at someone else's expense, I'm afraid. Without laughter, I don't think I could cope with all the drama.
Speaking of Angel and 'building character,' we met with the Art Institute woman today about designing the costume for our Clown Prince mascot. She was a hoot and a half, and the sketches she had done were already wonderful. Rich made copies of them, and I looked at them knowing they would end up a piece of festival history . . . the making of a mascot that will hopefully last long after I'm history!
So, I'm going to try to blog every day in February. I figure all it can do is make my head pop, which will probably happen anyway. So here I go.
The NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month) topic for February is CHARACTER
, one of my favorite subjects. So . . .
Right now I'm struggling with the knowledge that someone I know has revealed a real lack of character by making completely innappropriate--maybe even illegal--comments in the work place. And this is someone I don't know well but believed to be a person of character. So now I'm faced with my own reaction, with my own tendency to judge and to emotionally convict.
I think this is a test of character for me. And to tell you the truth, I welcome it.
On an entirely different subject--and one that might even seem a bit ironic--I have to give a shoutout to Christian Bale for his win at the SAG Awards on Sunday (which was also his birthday). Go, CB! Next stop, Oscar!
Thursday was another 12-hour day filled with drama. There is simply too much estrogen in our office, and it's going to get worse before it gets better. President Sue and I agree that our personalities are better suited to play with boys much of the time.
Even so, it was one of the guys in the office who melted at the end of the day. His email after I finished my sixth meeting of the day at 6:30: "Call me right away." Which I did. And then I had to reassure him about something that happened in my fifth meeting of the day. Yeesh. God bless Rich who stuck around so I could vent. If I didn't have Rich and Angel on my team, I'd shoot myself.
It took until 8:00pm to finish the work I needed to get done to face my insane Friday.
And now I'm sitting here watching Andy Murray play like a little girl. Give me a break!
The best news of the day? Our frigging doors and lights were adjusted so we can go to the bathroom in the evenings without triggering the automatic lock on the front door and letting every potential rapist lurking in the park into our building, and I can sit at my computer without having my office light go out twelve times a day because the motion detector can't see me. Considering I'm almost ALWAYS the last one working alone at night, this is highly appreciated.
Progress is progress, and I'll take it wherever we can get it.
And Andy just FINALLY held serve to win the third set, so . . .