Date: June 23, 2005 6:09:47 PM EDT
Subject: Who will rid me of this turbulent priest!?!?
This morning on my way to work I started thinking about that woman again in the car with the USAT sticker. Her reoccurance at specified intervals brought me to Halley's Comet and its occurrence in 1066. While I wasn't exactly thinking about Harod's bad omen as recorded on the Bayeux Tapestry, it did make me realize that sometimes it is important to seize upon those opportunities as I may never see her again. I certainly won't be around in another 76 years. So I encourage my readers not to be shy and let your friends know how you feel, give them a hug, or seize upon the opportunity to talk with someone new. I do remind the select few of you this does not give you the right to violate that restraining order.
I neglected to post a most important piece of information in my last letter, as these conversations did in fact originate from the topic of drying ones' clothes. For the last month my dryer was broken and I had to put up a temporary closeline! One of the antiquated breakers went out and the home warranty company was just awful about finding a replacement. I was tempered into deep thought about how we rely on such modern day appliances. It didn't bother me too much, but my housemate was somewhat nagging in the matter. I come from hardy stock. My parents left their dryer broken for at least seven years through the 1990s. My mom liked to store birdseed in there. They actually got it fixed when my (then) one year old nephew made his first trip from Madrid to the blessed shores of the Seattle metropolitan area. On the subject of my parents, they certainly enjoyed meeting those who assembled after the May 12th race. Hearty thanks again for such a wonderful birthday celebration.
Following up from my last post faithful reader annastacia reported to me that Uptown Cabaret is also remodeling the interior. That sort of deflates my joke about the boob job, as it seems my jab was aimed about the superficial qualities of beauty. Could Uptown Cabaret be building something beautiful inside? I guess I will never know, but it is my supposition the interior redesign will only add more poles and seats to make more money. That is sort of superficial too, I guess.
Thankfully the Pedro cake is gone. Apparently it was quite good. See, I hate to see food go to waste. I was brought up to eat everything on my plate. I sometimes struggle with that when broccoli, beets, and/or squash has been put on my plate. One of the great things about becoming an adult though is I do have a little more control what gets put on the plate, which can be a good thing but often can be troublesome when trying to eat right. Perhaps Mary Jo, having just food nutritional bliss at the right price, could help me out there. Otherwise things at work are going a little better. I'm not getting as much static about my messy desk as I have been working fairly hard on filing maps, journals, whitepapers, and other such et cetera away. Unfortunately our neighbors Southeast Origami have just been kicked out, and they are (rightfully) blaming us. The lady there "accidentally" took of one my UPS boxes with networking equipment into her car when they were packing up.
While not drying my clothes or framing some of my posters, I am currently reading a book on Eleanor of Acquitaine. This 12th century (French and later) English queen was known for both her uncanny beauty and governing prowess. She was of course married to the Henry II who accidentally (and supposedly) uttered the line featured in the subject line, which caused four drunk eavesdropping knights to go out and murder Thomas a Becket, thus rocketing him to the number 3 martyred dudes of all time. (Number 2 of course is Fry from Futurama when they cut the show after four measly seasons). I only picked up the book because I knew of an obscure passage making an indirect reference to her beauty in Carl Orff's Carmina Burana. Much to my chagrin I had to read in 125 pages before Weir referenced that quote. The nerve! Seriously though, it is a good read.
Can you believe I got dragged into a bacholerette party last Saturday? I had done a Olympic distance triathlon that morning and was dead tired. I didn't even get a nap in! Thankfully there was lots of alcohol involved and we only had to watch these women drinking from their penis straws for about ten minutes. A special shout-out to fellow SB'ers Lisa, Jin Woo, and Renee for making the rest of the evening one memorable experience.
Next up, cheese rolling in England (aka grocery store shopping experiences in Charlotte)
Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum viditur.
(whatever said in Latin sounds profound)
(whatever said in Latin sounds profound)