I went to this ridiculous (but fun) party on Saturday night that was something straight out of 90210. We started by asking a man wearing a baseball hat, on the corner of Mission and 5th, where the "holiday party" was. He sent us to another man in front of the Gap at the cable car turnaround at Powell and Mission. Once we gave the Gap guy the password ("sick" or maybe it was "Sikh"?), he directed us down the street to a third location, where we found an abandoned-looking door. Once opened, it revealed a "happening" party within, complete with DJ's and lights. I haven't felt so silly in a very long time.
The party wasn't too bad though, and the highlight of the evening occurred as my friend Sylvia and I made our way through the crowd. Some guys stops me and says,
"Don't I know you?"
I look at Syl, who rolls her eyes.
"Um, I don't think so," I say (as if this wholly unoriginal pick-up line is actually going to work.)
"No really, I think I do. Your name is Meg."
Odd. I don't recognize him at all. How could he know me?
"Huh, you don't look familiar to me," I say.
Suddenly his eyebrows raise and he smiles.
"Megway! You're the Megway!"
Oh. Good. Lord.
I enjoyed taking this Political Compass test, though it revealed I'm more liberal economically than I thought. I'm way out in "left" field, scoring -6.00 economic and -6.77 authoritarian. [via Nick] ¤
He was new to the lot, just delivered. A little under 6', he was full nearly up to the top, then had a small gap, then a burst of branches. At the top, a long branch reached skyward, perfect for holding the star. Every year I have a very emotional connection to my Christmas tree. It's almost as if each tree has a personality of its own, and when I find the one I like, we're fast friends. This year is no different, and my heart warms as I look at him sitting in the bay window, patiently awaiting the lights and decorations that will come this evening. (Pictures to follow when my new camera arrives.)
I've been avoiding talking about the current political (and economic and job) situation(s) here lately because it's got me in such a funk. With the attacks on India, the total disintegration of any kind of process in Israel, the executive privilege Bush is invoking and Ashcroft in general, I find myself bereft of hope when I think of it all. Add to that this tidbit that I didn't see in my usual news perusals of the past few days: Members of Congress set for $4,900 pay raise. You'd think in the middle of a recession and a war, with the budget surplus evaporated and unemployment on the rise, that Congress could forgo a raise this year (it "will be the third congressional pay raise in the last four years.") After all, isn't that what most people are doing, if they're lucky enough to have jobs? ('Round here you can't even get a job doing HTML for a porn site for $18/hr.) Guh. This stuff makes me sick. [via rb's kickass Pocket]
Eric Norlin (of TDCRC "fame") posits that blogging and rap share a similar history in his TDCRC newsletter today.
Certainly with weblogs we've seen that not everyone can write, but everyone can blog. I think he may be onto something with this analogy. It's the first one I've heard that actually works for me (unlike all the "they're diaries with links!" rubbish that's been tossed about.) It captures the empowerment of the voiceless and the disenfranchised, the simplicity of the format, and the ability to circumvent the traditional means of doing it (recording contracts and big labels, New York Times and major media, etc. for blogs) I hope he follows up with some more thoughts on this topic.
For no other reason than because it's cool: Diving and Surfacing Phraseology for Submarines. I stumbled upon this by accident today while searching for images of Christmas trees. Apparently the "hull opening indicator panel" on a sub is also called a Christmas Tree. Just reading the list of terms brings back Das Boot (which you should go see right this second, I really mean it, if you haven't already.)
It's feast or famine with me, isn't it? ¤
My mom's got some pictures of our Vegas trip up on her site (no permalink, sorry, I'll get on her about that). This is the last time I'll have to send you elsewhere for pictures from one of my trips because I'm getting a new digital camera for Christmas! Yippee! I can't wait. Pretty soon it'll be all pictures all the time here on megnut. I don't think I've been this excited for a Christmas present since I got a bunch of furniture for my dollhouse in 1981. Honestly. ¤
Yesterday I found it odd that I didn't have more to write upon my return from Vegas. Usually I have about twenty things I want to blab on and on about. Apparently I just plain forgot to mention this exciting news: Nebraska is going to the Rose Bowl! And Eric Crouch won the Heisman Trophy! Though I failed to mention it, and haven't talked much about Nebraska football this year, believe me, I am counting the days until January 3!! Go Big Red!!
Are you looking for a "bold step forward in pedestrian science and engineering"? Look no further than the Megway Transporting Human. The secret (if you've been following the Danza/WHAT hype elsewhere) is out! They're talking about it over on MetaFilter too.
Warning: Girly Megnut Post Ahead
I'm not much of a makeup gal, but for some reason I bought this Calvin Klein Eye Color Wash in Rosewater at Sephora the other day, and I love it! It goes on a like a liquid but then quickly dries into a powdery shimmery coating over your eyelid. It's very faint and it doesn't look like bright pink eyeshadow, it just makes me appear more awake and it warms up my eyes just so. Just so = only I probably even notice I'm wearing the stuff. It comes in other neat looking colors as well. Two thumbs up from the megnut makeover dept. ¤
Every day I hope that his memory will have faded, that he will content himself with sleeping on the sofa or playing with a toy. And every day he runs into the kitchen and begins his cries, long and low and mournful. What on earth is so tantalizing down alongside the garbage chute? And when oh when will he forget he ever experienced it? ¤
