Visual Reminders

Book_reminderI don’t know why it took me so long to figure out that I can use my camera phone to store reminders. No more scrambling to find a pen and scrap of paper to write down the title of a book I want to remember. Perfect for bookstore browsing, since bookstores often serve as window shopping for my next trip to the library.

(Taken while strolling the 57th Street Bookstore, one of the best book shops in Chicago.)

Spring in Chicago

It looks like Spring. The sun is out, the sky is blue, the grass is green, the trees are leafing out and blooming, and spring flowers are popping up all over.

It sounds like Spring. The birds are tweetering up a storm.

But is sure doesn’t feel like Spring. 34-degrees with a windchill of 23! Not unusual for April in Chicago, but after a few weeks with temps in the 60s and 70s, it feels especially harsh.

Mother Nature better warm things up by next Saturday. I’ve got tickets to the Cubs game and if I have to sit and watch them loose, I sure don’t want to freeze my keister doing it.

Safety First

Protective Eye Wear

These are the safety goggles I acquired last week while on our tour of the Toyota factory. We tried them out as kitchen safety gear last night while frying up bacon and chopping onions for the soup. They didn’t do jack–unless you count feeling like a dork in your own kitchen.

Bits and Pieces

My new view.

  • Settling in to the new office space. Enjoying my new office mates (who are really old office mates.) Trying to adjust to the blinding amount of fluorescent light. I’m very used to the big room I had before (all to myself!) with massive amounts of natural light. Hence, I sit in the dark here, trying to live without the overhead lights in my office. I have a window and I brought in a desk lamp from home, but every time I go into the main room I recoil like a mole person seeing daylight for the first time.
  • I’m also adjusting to having to take my keys with me everywhere. The door to the main office is locked, something I’ve never had to deal with before. In two weeks, I’ve only locked myself out once. If it ever happens when I’m the only one here, I’m doomed.
  • I have a splitting headache and had a panicky moment just now when I couldn’t remember unpacking the Advil. I found it–crisis averted.
  • Tomorrow promises to be very exciting–first I have a dental appointment to fill a cavity and then I’ll meet with my accountant to drop off my taxes! Oh, joy!
  • I’ve seen a number of good movies recently and finished reading the John Adams bio (which was excellent) and am eager to write them up, but I’ve been spending so much time on another movie-related project that the thought of any more computer screen face time is really unappealing. More on that later.
  • I’m heading to Georgetown, KY next weekend to visit a friend who has an art installation on display. I can’t wait to get out of town, even if it is for just three days. I’m even looking forward to the hours of driving on the open road. Crank the iPod and drive, even if much of it is through Indiana.
  • Have an excellent weekend all!

Batons Are Not Indestructable

It wasn’t a violin string that broke during last night’s performance of Elgar’s Violin Concerto. With soloist Gil Shaham energetically tackling this challenging piece, conductor David Zinman’s baton snapped in two as he lead to CSO. Never saw that before.

You Call That More?

Chicago’s public radio station WBEZ is radically changing their format next week when they dump all music programming (jazz, blues, world music, Marian McPartland, Blues Before Sunrise, Coming Home, Dick Buckley’s Sunday jazz) to, in their words, give us “more of what we do best.” Meaning, they’ll air already existing programs twice–once during the day and once at night. If you ask me, that’s more of less.

You Learn Something That Makes You Feel Stupid Every Day

I’ll use the head cold as an excuse…

Last night, being kitchenless, I took my neighbor up on her offer to use her kitchen to scramble up some eggs for Jen. Chemo #3 last week has hit Jen a tad bit harder than the past two, and scrambled eggs are one of the few things that taste good to her now. So, because we have very very limited refrigerator space (we’re using a friends mini-fridge in our basement) I had the brilliant idea of putting the eggs in a plastic zip lock bag for storage.

My brilliance ended there, for when I popped the piping hot scrambled eggs into the bag they promptly melted a hole right through the bag. Duh. I don’t know what I was thinking. It seemed like a good idea at the time. The fun of performing a feat of “Duh, what was I thinking?” is when you take it on the road for friends (and neighbors) to enjoy.