On this date:
- in 1968, my brother was born. Since I'm pretty sure he doesn't read this, I can say he's getting this, from UncommonGoods. Uncommon Goods has cool things and ships its glassware very well wrapped.
- in 1797 Mary Lyon, founder of Mount Holyoke College was born.
After the state lib. yesterday, I curled up with some tea and the internet and ended up skipping water aerobics. Something I linked to from Not Martha that I liked a lot: this How Much Is Inside? guy.
Capital City weather: cold, steady rain all day yesterday; snow flurries this morning.
Friday, February 28, 2003
Thursday, February 27, 2003
Curse my early morning nature. This morning, I had breakfast, read Lileks and not martha, shoveled and swept my steps, showered, read the GRTC schedule four times, made sure I had a one dollar bill, checked the state library’s website to be sure they opened at nine, not ten, and got on the bus.
The bus! The smugness of doing the Right Thing! The diversity of people! (Truly: two Asian men speaking their language; an all-American, clunky shoe-wearing, young Asian woman; a white guy or two; a black woman; a young woman of indeterminate ethnicity.) The city looks nice from bus window height. I enjoyed the beautiful porches and windows of the Fan, the snow-outlined trees, the brightly-painted lofts on Broad east of Allen, and of course Central National Bank. After that comes the depressing site of the metal detailing on Miller & Rhodes rusting away and staining the building, and the grubby, broken windows hulk of Thalhimers. I pulled the Next Stop cord.
At 9:20 a.m., I waltzed into the Library of Virginia, and nice woman told me that they had delayed their opening for “two hours because of the snow.” D’oh. I was welcome to stay in the lobby for two hours.
I walked west for two blocks: dummy, you just watched this wasteland go by. I turned around. I’m in the City Hall Deli, now, with a cup of coffee and daydreams of that excellent laptop case at Levenger. I’d look much cooler with one of those. Lime, do you think? I wonder if one of those could take freezing rain, though? This case seems not to mind the spray it got from not being completely under the umbrella.
If I weren’t a morning person, I might not have left so early, and wouldn’t be in this predicament. If I were a real Virginian, I would have been scared of the inch and a half of snow on my street and called to see if the library hadn’t shut down completely. But no, I got up, I felt energetic, and so here I am, in a bright cafeteria with Rod Stewart’s voice coming out of the ceiling.
I wonder if the observation deck is open. Not only was it open, it has clean restrooms! A security guard directed me up and had no need to search my bag. Various city personnel were having their cigarette breaks. I gawked at the snow-grayed view from all sides.
I wonder if I feel more conspicuous hanging out here than I would in a lobby. This place is nearly empty. They can’t mind.
On the ride home, I squinted at the street lights by the new convention center and don't like my description from the other day. They have tubes of back-lit white plastic, with a light grid of black metal on them.
Capital City weather: oh, who the hell cares.
The bus! The smugness of doing the Right Thing! The diversity of people! (Truly: two Asian men speaking their language; an all-American, clunky shoe-wearing, young Asian woman; a white guy or two; a black woman; a young woman of indeterminate ethnicity.) The city looks nice from bus window height. I enjoyed the beautiful porches and windows of the Fan, the snow-outlined trees, the brightly-painted lofts on Broad east of Allen, and of course Central National Bank. After that comes the depressing site of the metal detailing on Miller & Rhodes rusting away and staining the building, and the grubby, broken windows hulk of Thalhimers. I pulled the Next Stop cord.
At 9:20 a.m., I waltzed into the Library of Virginia, and nice woman told me that they had delayed their opening for “two hours because of the snow.” D’oh. I was welcome to stay in the lobby for two hours.
I walked west for two blocks: dummy, you just watched this wasteland go by. I turned around. I’m in the City Hall Deli, now, with a cup of coffee and daydreams of that excellent laptop case at Levenger. I’d look much cooler with one of those. Lime, do you think? I wonder if one of those could take freezing rain, though? This case seems not to mind the spray it got from not being completely under the umbrella.
If I weren’t a morning person, I might not have left so early, and wouldn’t be in this predicament. If I were a real Virginian, I would have been scared of the inch and a half of snow on my street and called to see if the library hadn’t shut down completely. But no, I got up, I felt energetic, and so here I am, in a bright cafeteria with Rod Stewart’s voice coming out of the ceiling.
I wonder if the observation deck is open. Not only was it open, it has clean restrooms! A security guard directed me up and had no need to search my bag. Various city personnel were having their cigarette breaks. I gawked at the snow-grayed view from all sides.
I wonder if I feel more conspicuous hanging out here than I would in a lobby. This place is nearly empty. They can’t mind.
On the ride home, I squinted at the street lights by the new convention center and don't like my description from the other day. They have tubes of back-lit white plastic, with a light grid of black metal on them.
Capital City weather: oh, who the hell cares.
Wednesday, February 26, 2003
Capital City weather: 25 degrees and freakin' snowin'.
I just checked on the fish pond (I actually leave it uncovered when it snows) and we have an inch of snow, already.
I see that Davis and Main is under new ownership. New dishes? Why yes: salmon and Cracker Jacks. Too bad I don't like fish.
Speaking of Cracker Jacks, the Atlanta Braves are counting down to opening day for you. Only a month to go! Yippee!
I just checked on the fish pond (I actually leave it uncovered when it snows) and we have an inch of snow, already.
I see that Davis and Main is under new ownership. New dishes? Why yes: salmon and Cracker Jacks. Too bad I don't like fish.
Speaking of Cracker Jacks, the Atlanta Braves are counting down to opening day for you. Only a month to go! Yippee!
Tuesday, February 25, 2003
Well, Colonel, the camellias are coming along nicely.
Today, I cut back the monkey grass in the tree wells out front. I will deal with what’s out back after I think a little longer. At the Flower and Garden Show, I both pined after magnificent settings I’ll never have and looked for real tips. One fun, easy idea I had involves the monkey grass out back. I think the previous owner’s vision had been to let it fill in and take over; I’ve been randomly thinning it out since I moved here. Something I admired at the show were tight, tidy arrangement of plants in serpentines. What would it be like if the monkey grass ran in a long “s” from the pond to the locust tree? I’ll stand on the porch and stare, maybe I’ll even draw sketches on graph paper – then I will decide.
Daffodil leaves have poked up about a two inches. The lilies of the valley that I got from my friend in Hanover County are showing themselves, too.
The garden show, by the way, was in our expanded convention center. The interior felt classier than its predecessor, but that could be the miracle of Styles. It looks great because it’s in the latest style. My memories of the old place include the impression that the colors and textures were passe. I do not care for the funny lights on the street. I can’t find a good picture of them (or the building) on line. Imagine an empty paper towel tube and a toilet paper one (maybe a bit bigger, because it goes over the longer tube). Take the t.p. tube, stand it on end, and cut slots in it, parallel to the ground. Paint it all black. Put the little tube over the tall one, and imagine it lit from within (and tall, and made from metal). That’s the idea. Sure, they look way cool, but when lit up, they are hard on the eyes, especially from the car, which is how so many people travel on Broad Street these days.
Capital City weather: cloudy, 33 degrees, chance of light snow. Saturday’s all-day rain washed away all but the biggest heaps of last week’s snow.
Friday, February 21, 2003
Where'smyspycamera
Capital City weather: cold rain and lots of it.
At the Byrd: Greek Wedding and 8 Mile.
In my mail box: a letter and season schedule from the New York Mets; something from my alma mater, Mount Holyoke College; and the Bart Simpson watch I mailed away box tops (okay, product codes) to get.
Wednesday, February 19, 2003
Capital City weather: partly sunny, 40, slushy.
My "alma mater" received a generous gift for the renovation of an historic building: click for article. Built in an Italianate style, the Davis House looked rundown fifteen years ago when I worked there and MCV rented it as office space. I remember going to the attic or top floor once, where (could this be?) some collection items were stored. Certainly that's where we found a stuffed eagle -- think taxidermy, not beanie -- which made a few practical joke appearances in the main building one summer.
Driving to Richmond Public Library and Ukrop's Carytown this morning presented only parking challenges: the roads are clear. At times like this, drivers have three parking choices. One can park on packed slush; blast through the wall of plowed snow to a blank spot (the nature of this storm meant that the blank spot, where someone was parked when it started, could have lots of bare asphalt); or park too far from the curb, where a plow swung into a few car-less spaces as it passed. Downtown, I chose the latter; at the ‘krops, I lucked into a plowed spot.
Tomorrow, Mom and I go to the Maymont Flower and Garden Show.
My "alma mater" received a generous gift for the renovation of an historic building: click for article. Built in an Italianate style, the Davis House looked rundown fifteen years ago when I worked there and MCV rented it as office space. I remember going to the attic or top floor once, where (could this be?) some collection items were stored. Certainly that's where we found a stuffed eagle -- think taxidermy, not beanie -- which made a few practical joke appearances in the main building one summer.
Driving to Richmond Public Library and Ukrop's Carytown this morning presented only parking challenges: the roads are clear. At times like this, drivers have three parking choices. One can park on packed slush; blast through the wall of plowed snow to a blank spot (the nature of this storm meant that the blank spot, where someone was parked when it started, could have lots of bare asphalt); or park too far from the curb, where a plow swung into a few car-less spaces as it passed. Downtown, I chose the latter; at the ‘krops, I lucked into a plowed spot.
Tomorrow, Mom and I go to the Maymont Flower and Garden Show.
Monday, February 17, 2003
Everybody talks about the weather
Here in Capital City, the precipitation fell as sleet, mostly. We have three to four inches accumulation of sleet pellets, with a dash of snow. Hmm, WTVR does not seem to have a camera atop its Broad Street tower any longer. You'll have to settle for a south of the river view from channel 12.
The settle bench on my front porch has holes in the seat, for drainage. Two white cones formed under the central ones, that’s how much like sugar this stuff really is. Out back, alas, things are a bit messier, and I can’t open the alley gate. If I want to take out the garbage, I’ll have to go out the front door, along my street, turn the corner onto Grayland, and go up the first alley. Rowhouse, you know.
On the positive side, when cabin fever drove me to Carytown, I found a number of things open. Coppola's (proscuitto, anyone?), Mongrel, Luxor, The Eatery and Plan 9 were doing business. Places like the fancy housewares shop in the Carillon movie theater and Need Supply Company ("ugly clothes for trendy, skinny teens") were dark. Could it be the other businesses have more of staff in walking distance? I got as far as Plan 9, looked in the "Misc. LPs" bin (no fewer than 3 spoken word records on baseball), bought a used copy of "The Best of Blondie" (as Hospitality Chair of my 15th reunion, I feel obliged to bring some background music), and headed home.
The TV screen crawl indicates that all area shopping malls are closed today.
Here in Capital City, the precipitation fell as sleet, mostly. We have three to four inches accumulation of sleet pellets, with a dash of snow. Hmm, WTVR does not seem to have a camera atop its Broad Street tower any longer. You'll have to settle for a south of the river view from channel 12.
The settle bench on my front porch has holes in the seat, for drainage. Two white cones formed under the central ones, that’s how much like sugar this stuff really is. Out back, alas, things are a bit messier, and I can’t open the alley gate. If I want to take out the garbage, I’ll have to go out the front door, along my street, turn the corner onto Grayland, and go up the first alley. Rowhouse, you know.
On the positive side, when cabin fever drove me to Carytown, I found a number of things open. Coppola's (proscuitto, anyone?), Mongrel, Luxor, The Eatery and Plan 9 were doing business. Places like the fancy housewares shop in the Carillon movie theater and Need Supply Company ("ugly clothes for trendy, skinny teens") were dark. Could it be the other businesses have more of staff in walking distance? I got as far as Plan 9, looked in the "Misc. LPs" bin (no fewer than 3 spoken word records on baseball), bought a used copy of "The Best of Blondie" (as Hospitality Chair of my 15th reunion, I feel obliged to bring some background music), and headed home.
The TV screen crawl indicates that all area shopping malls are closed today.
Saturday, February 15, 2003
Friday, February 14, 2003
Mickey Rooney caught my eye today.
I describe one of my sabbatical projects as regaining control over my Girl Scout collection, begun around twenty years ago. With the exception of some old uniforms (in “climate controlled storage” at the family homestead – thanks Mom!), all 500 or so of these items are together – for the first time! – in my possession. Simply because I am That Sort of Person, I maintained a list of what I have, first in teen handwriting, then on a primitive data base. Now, I’m integrating all the information onto an Access database. I type slowly, and get distracted easily, so it’s taking forever.
Mickey Rooney distracted me today, in a movie still with Judy Garland, in American Girl Magazine (published by GSUSA from 1920 – 1979). In the November 1939 issue, the magazine -- always optimistically aimed at “all girls” -- reprinted from The Parents’ Magazine reviews of movies “for ages twelve to eighteen.”
Of MGM’s “Babes in Arms,” the reviewer wrote “It may be human weakness to depend on the younger generation to save the world, but when we refer to the entertainment world this picture justifies the hope! Mickey Rooney displays real creativeness in his performance, and Judy Garland continues to be the charming girl everyone would like for a friend or daughter. Good tunes and wholesome gayety for the entire family.”
Questions for Discussion:
1. Did Garland and Rooney’s generation save the entertainment world? From what?
2. Why is Rooney described as actually acting (working) and giving a performance, while Garland just “continues to be”?
3. Trace the evolution of the meaning and usage of the word “gay.”
4. If you ran the Video Fan, which section would you hide it in?
I describe one of my sabbatical projects as regaining control over my Girl Scout collection, begun around twenty years ago. With the exception of some old uniforms (in “climate controlled storage” at the family homestead – thanks Mom!), all 500 or so of these items are together – for the first time! – in my possession. Simply because I am That Sort of Person, I maintained a list of what I have, first in teen handwriting, then on a primitive data base. Now, I’m integrating all the information onto an Access database. I type slowly, and get distracted easily, so it’s taking forever.
Mickey Rooney distracted me today, in a movie still with Judy Garland, in American Girl Magazine (published by GSUSA from 1920 – 1979). In the November 1939 issue, the magazine -- always optimistically aimed at “all girls” -- reprinted from The Parents’ Magazine reviews of movies “for ages twelve to eighteen.”
Of MGM’s “Babes in Arms,” the reviewer wrote “It may be human weakness to depend on the younger generation to save the world, but when we refer to the entertainment world this picture justifies the hope! Mickey Rooney displays real creativeness in his performance, and Judy Garland continues to be the charming girl everyone would like for a friend or daughter. Good tunes and wholesome gayety for the entire family.”
Questions for Discussion:
1. Did Garland and Rooney’s generation save the entertainment world? From what?
2. Why is Rooney described as actually acting (working) and giving a performance, while Garland just “continues to be”?
3. Trace the evolution of the meaning and usage of the word “gay.”
4. If you ran the Video Fan, which section would you hide it in?
Thursday, February 13, 2003
O Brave New World
Here’s a wire service item in my local paper I nearly missed. Anderson Windows “unveiled” a not-yet-in-stores product for our times: “a bay window that doubles as an entertainment center. A low-voltage current runs through the window. When the current is on, the window is clear. Turn the current off and the glass goes opaque for use as a projection screen for television or DVDs.”
Here’s a wire service item in my local paper I nearly missed. Anderson Windows “unveiled” a not-yet-in-stores product for our times: “a bay window that doubles as an entertainment center. A low-voltage current runs through the window. When the current is on, the window is clear. Turn the current off and the glass goes opaque for use as a projection screen for television or DVDs.”
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