I figured out how George Bush is going to stimulate the economy. I was listening to some new Rasputina from their website, and I thought - I'd better go buy the new Rasputina CD now before war starts, because after that I'll either be dead or living trapped in the apartment with a gasmask or something, and I'm going to need that Rasputina CD.

Smart cookies, those Republicans.

Honestly though, I felt sick to my stomach after I read the state of the union transcript online today. And I have that feeling I had after the 11th, that feeling that sitting here at my desk doing work is just so pointless and meaningless. I am scared. A lot of us probably are.


Coffee in the morning is nice, but coffee in the afternoon is better.

About me:
I am 24 years old.
I grew up in rural Montana.
I live with my husband and his 18-year-old cat, in the most northwest corner of the lower 48.
I work as an editor, and I play at being a yoga teacher and a writer occasionally.
I love to prepare food, to feel sunshine on my face, and to drive on open country roads.
I believe that people are essentially good.


There is no air circulation in the floor of my office building at all. At times, especially today, I feel like my mouth is working like a fish, trying to suck in fresh air - or any air - but there is nothing there. Just stale oppressiveness. Occasionally I run upstairs to the nearest door and push it open, hanging my head outside for a while, just breathing. I'm not sure if my co-workers understand or if they think I am strange. It's ironic, because the town I live in has more fresh clean air than most. They just make sure none of it makes it into the building.


I spent much of this morning making some changes to this little page. Changed the look a bit, added a comments feature that could be pretty neat if anyone ever visits my page. I'm so new to this blogging thing, it still seems unreal that people I don't know will ever actually read any of this. The irony in this morning is that it is beautifully sunny and clear outside today, which is completely unnatural for January in the Pacific Northwest. And a couple of seagulls are duking it out with a bunch of crows right outside the window by my desk. The seagulls are outnumbered, but they're winning anyway - bigger and meaner if you ask me. Anyway, sunny day and I am inside sitting in front of a computer screen and my back is aching. That part is much too much like a weekday.

The medium of blogging has completely intrigued me over the past six months of so. There are a few blogs out there that I've been reading for about a year, and it's become a major ritual of my day, usually when I need a laugh and five minutes of not-thinking-about work. Only recently did I really realize how many bloggers are out there. I created this page this summer, mostly as an experiment. I didn't quite intend to keep it, and I definitely didn't plan to tell anyone about it. But now it's here, and I'm here, so we'll see how we get along if we start spending more time together. From the archives it's pretty obvious that we've had a distant relationship thus far. Another reason that I decided to try to pull this page into a more fulfilled existence is that I need something to get me thinking about writing, every day. Not to say that this page will include any great writing, but the routine and the practice is what I need right now. So, we shall see. To a relative outsider, the blogging community appears to have both good and bad aspects, like any community of such size will. However, it still appears to be more open and forgiving than any group of strangers that I would pass by in a coffeeshop or tavern. Most of the community seems to be very welcoming and interested in each other. Perhaps I am wrong? At this point, it's hard for me to tell if people are simply comparing lives, or attempting to share in each others' lives on a more personal level. I hope it's the latter, simply because we need more community wherever we can find it these days. I don't know any of my neighbors and I think that's fairly common (although I live in an apartment building with a fairly high turnover due to proximity to a college campus, so perhaps others have a better chance to get to know their neighbors before they move every six months or so.) I don't believe that interactions over the net can replace a good old-fashioned personal conversation over a caffeinated beverage, at least not for me, but that doesn't mean that getting to know people online, reading about their day, their families, their likes and dislikes, etc. doesn't have a place. It's just a different place, where the medium is more elastic and the world is much bigger.


By the way, those toys that were two different animals combined were the Wuzzles! A precursor to some future genetic engineering experiments?

Continuing to ride the wave of yesterday's nostalgia, here is a great site to jog those memories. And did you know that you can even still purchase Monchichi t-shirts? The internet is a wonderful thing.


Today's posting at dooce.com brought on a serious case of nostalgia. So does every glance in the window of Hot Topic at the mall. Strawberry Shortcake, Care Bears, My Little Pony, and Rainbow Brite, now on adult-size t-shirts and underwear, because we want it back. The joy of synthetic fruit scents infused into plastic dolls. The comfort of huggable Pound Puppies (and don't forget Pound Purries - mine was named Duchess) and Cabbage Patch Kids. I remember the day my Rainbow Brite doll was stolen from me on the playground at school in the first grade, and the girl who took it claimed it was hers, so the recess lady didn't make her give it back. That was the first thing that was ever taken from me that I couldn't retrieve. I also remember that Cabbage Patch Kids made effective playground weapons, because if you swung them by the feet, that hard plastic head made a great wrecking ball.

I remember the plastic charm bracelets and necklaces, with little clip-on shoes, telephones, etc. I remember I had an egglant charm - why an eggplant? And of course jelly shoes and jelly bracelets, and the hard plastic bracelets that all clinked together with every movement. The home-decorated puffy paint t-shirts, the neon paint-splattered Keds, and the hot pink legwarmers. The girl at school who always wore a black hat, white shirt, and black suspenders because she idolized Debbie Gibson. She even wore the Debbie Gibson perfume - what was that called? Electric something... I wore Love's Baby Soft and had a poster of Wham! on my wall.

We melted Make-it and Bake-it into suncatchers every Christmas, and I tried to keep my sea monkeys alive for more than a week. My brother's ant farm had approximately the same success rate. I had a yellow Cabbage Patch Kids lunchbox, and a gray Trapper Keeper with pink paint splatters and a picture of a kitten on the front. I took Spaghetti-Os for lunch in a thermos, and traded Garbage Pail Kids cards. My brother and I played Q-Bert, Pac-Man, Super Breakout, and Missile Command on the Atari. We each had one of those stuffed animals that are two animals put together - his was Bumblelion and mine was Eleroo - I can't remember what they were called. And Popples, and the Get-Along Gang on their plastic roller skates.

Wow, I hadn't thought of much of that stuff in years. Amazing what a little spark will do.