this is from a while back, but i wanted to make sure it made it in . . . at the very least to share it with some of my friends.

these are shots from the last party at the puss lounge. chris. . . hope you don't mind me pirating the shots. . . none of mine came out that night.

this is a special shot of all the graduate students that were present shortly before i left. there's chris, adam, sarah, matt, kelly, myself, and swon. if i'm a little red in the face, it's cause i was crying as i was getting ready to leave.

this is a shot from the entrace to the lounge. . . across the pool table to the bar.

if i wanted to make the same time i made last year in driving from kent ohio to santa fe new mexico. . . i should've left by 4pm that friday. but as i put everything in my car. . . shut up my apartment with swon, and got to see a few people for a late lunch i realized that there were too many people left that i wouldn't see unless i went to the puss lounge party that night. a group of us sat around the lunch table trying to calculate my driving time in order to make it work. . . and in the end i was convinced i needed to stay for the party. . . . here's a group of the girls. . .

sadly. . . matt and chris, who owned and generously shared the puss lounge on many a party occasion. . . had to dismantle it when they moved earlier this summer. . . .

puss lounge in it's glory. . .

the bar. . .

the make-out/sleeping corner. . .

the pool table and the card table. . .

for all those who were a part of the puss lounge. . . even though i only went my last year there. . . i love and miss you all!
my roommate and i got to see a circus this weekend. . . . WiseFool circus. . . kind of small, but a nice way to waste a couple of hours. there was only one semi decent picture that i was able to snap off. . . the fire, and stilt dancing was the best of the show.

and yes. . . i'm back to the premade blog look. . . i'll try to figure all that other stuff out later. . .for right now i want simple.


yes. . . still not quite getting it, but continuing to play around. . . anyway. . . this was the sunrise from last thursday morning

have a lovely day. . . more later


my apologies. . . . i discovered blogskin, and have been playing around. . . .it will take me a while to figure this all out.
ok. . . so before the excitement of last night, i had already planned a post, which i will commence with now.

the one thing i've told people that makes these early morning calls not quite as bad as they seem, is the sunrise.

again, my pictures aren't great, and honestly, my timing is poor. the best colors seems to always happen as i'm driving in. . . and by the time i can get somewhere to snap off a shot. . . the sky is still pretty, but not quite as brilliant.

anyway. . . here are the sunrises from the past two days.

this was the view of my street as i pulled in last evening. . .

sorry it's a little dark. . . but it was night and all.

so. . . last night i was coming home from the gym. i couldn't get very far up my street, due to a police block. . . and i could see a number of ambulances (i'm not sure why that doesn't seem like the proper plural form of 'ambulance'. . . for some reason i want to say something like ambuli. . . oh well) and firetrucks parked outside my apartment complex, one of the firetrucks even had it's ladder out and over the roof. i tried another entrance to the road, but that block was set even further back. my roommate (who has now been here two evenings) was waiting across the street for the outcome. i caught up with him and the person who rented me the apartment, and i guess it wasn't too bad. no one was hurt, and the smoldering roof (caused by a light heating up a newly laid rooftop? i'm still not sure exactly what the deal was. . . and it wasn't really explained well) was caught really early on. . . and santa fe's finest arrived very quickly.

this is them on their way out. . .

either way. . . i'm glad to not have to pick through charred belongings. my roommate was wondering what we planned for the next few evenings, in order to keep up the excitement level. i'm fine with a little boredom quite honestly.


hmmmmmm. . . .

september 19 was talk like a pirate day. for those of you who know what my summer was like. . . i can't believe i missed this!

our entire electrics crew summer theme was pirates. . . . we were pirates for the prop tart coronation. . . i'll explain that some other day. . . and there were just days when the crew donned eye patches and doo rags. . . . one even taped a fake parrot to her shoulder. . .

anyway, in light of the fact that the day has passed i did a little research, and found a place to get your very own pirate name. . . . if you want to visit it and get your own name go here. . .

get your pirate name

my name. . .if you care to know is. . .

Black Ethel Bonney

Like anyone confronted with the harshness of robbery on the high seas, you can be pessimistic at times. You can be a little bit unpredictable, but a pirate's life is far from full of certainties, so that fits in pretty well. Arr!

now there's also a site all about the talk like a pirate day, where you can answer some questions and find out what your pirate personality is. . . and even though i went through and changed my answers over and over. . . . this is what i got.

You are The Cap'n!

Some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any man that stands between them and the mantle of power. You never met a man you couldn't eviscerate. Not that mindless violence is the only avenue open to you - but why take an avenue when you have complete freeway access? You are the definitive Man of Action. You are James Bond in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. Your swash was buckled long ago and you have never been so sure of anything in your life as in your ability to bend everyone to your will. You will call anyone out and cut off their head if they show any sign of taking you on or backing down. You cannot be saddled with tedious underlings, but if one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones' locker. That is, of course, IF you notice him. You tend to be self absorbed - a weakness that may keep you from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not.

What's Yer Inner Pirate?
brought to you by The Official Talk Like A Pirate Web Site. Arrrrr!

so, that's it for this blog. . . . . still can't believe i missed this wonderful day. . .

hope ye be having a beaut of a day. . . . . arrrrrrg :)


Ah! The Sheep!

ok, i could make this really short and not explain anything, but that would be no fun! so this summer i worked on an opera called la belle helene. there were many bizarre dream sequences and one of them involved the 'erotic sheep dance' there was nothing erotic about the sheep dance at all, except that they danced, really cutely, next to a sleeping couple. anyway, somehow the dance was dubbed erotic and it became a favorite moment among our electrics crew. one guy in particular really liked it, and for his gag gift, and a few other gag gifts, we aquired some beanie baby sheep, and sewed them in some, well, suggestive positions. note photo below of beanie baby sheep.


later in the summer, the lightboard op, lesley, came racing to the electrics shop to grab me. she had fixed the headphones of a wardrobe person, and in return, the wardrobe girl, kelly, was going to let us try on the sheep costumes. the costumes were really fabulous. . . but incredibly hot. and well, once we had them on, can you blame us?

the "yo sheep" sheep. . .

just like the beanie sheep. . .

hmm. . . well, you get it. . . .

but, of course, it didn't stop there. after looking, sharing, and howling over our pictures we realized that having the sheep in the wardrobe room really wasn't aesthetically appealing. so a few of us decided to work with some photoshoping, and here are a couple of the results.

the sheep, in their natural habitat. . .

and the sheep on the stravinsky terrace at the opera. . . don't you think this would make a great cover shot for next year's season calandar?! :)

that's all for now . . . .. . muhahahahahahahahahahaha
so. . . i got to upgrade my blog. . . and i can now have pictures!. . . yipee-skippy. i even went back a bit and added in some from this summer. . . hope you enjoy!


. . . made my own blender mayonnaise today. . .

if you can name that quote, than MAN you get a gold star!
and no, i didn't. . . i don't even consume mayonnaise much


daily affirmation. . . .or mama always said i had an active imagination. . .

you know how you get caught up in a fantasy. . . you know, like how you interview yourself as a high ranking member of the UN while doing the dishes and so on? well, i'm not sure what spawned this particular bit, but i went with it for most of the day, and found it rather pleasant. . . so i decided to share it. now, just to make it all clear, if you get lost within the story, i'm the intellectually, morally, and physically (not in a beauty way, but in a kung fu way)superior character in all these fantasies.

so, enter scene. . . my ten year highschool reunion. i look good, but i'm not the bitter returnee that has suddenly become that drop dead gorgeous, 'i'm wanted by everyone' girl. . . but i look good. *however, i'm not sure what i should be wearing, part of me wants to have on a pair of those punky, lace up to your thigh boots. . . oh i can't decide, just put me in a decent summer dress. . . and it becomes important later, that is moves well. . . and no, there's no 80's highschool movie choreography in this fantasy.*

ok, where were we, yeah, highschool reunion. i'm sitting at a table with a few of my classmates, and we're having an honestly good time catching up, and not being snotty or lame with one another. *note: some people from my class may find that to be the more fantastic part of this whole thing :)* as we are having a good time, one of my classmates joins us with her new husband. the alcohol is flowing and the tongues are wagging, and eventually the topic of conversation moves to political matters. it gets interesting, because i'm rather liberal, and my classmate and her new husband are really conservative. actually, she's a fairly intelligent conservative and he's a bigot, but since she's republican, white, and slightly insecure she was attracted to his strength, social stature, and his ability to earn money. . . so she married him. along the way, he makes and extremely racist comment about a particular sect of people, and although no one at the table agrees with him, everyone fiddles with their napkin, swirls the wine in their glass, checks their watch, pretends to drop a fork, or shows a new found interest in the wall of our highschool pictures on the other side of the room. i however speak up. . .

"well, that was the most racist, or the most idiotic thing i've ever heard spoken. . . no sorry i take that back.. . it is the most racist and idiotic thing i've ever heard spoken." i then site a number of incredibly intelligent and researched facts about said sect of people which proves their wonderful contributions both historically and currently to society.

"dumb bitch" he replies as he stands to leave the table throwing down his napkin and squeezing his wife's elbow.

i'm rather embittered and reply audibly, "why don't you go commit a hate crime you short dicked pansy."

he turns, "what was that?"

"oh i'm sorry, what i meant to say was," and standing i pull out a megaphone from under the table *in full eric cartman style* and in a loudspeaker voice proclaim, "why don't you go commit a hate crime you short dicked pansy."

i place the megaphone down as he approaches me to take a swing. i catch his fist in my own and begin to squeeze and twist. . . he winces in pain and his knees begin to buckle. as he lowers i take a swift kick to his jaw which knocks him out cold. i gulp down the last of my iced tea *i'm allergic to wine* and walk over to the music request sheet and sign up cyndi lauper's girls just wanna have fun.

*i guess this is where the choreography could come in. . . . but it didn't get that far.*

have a nice day :)



so . .. .yeah, i really wanted to try and upgrade my blog here. . . so i could add some pictures. . . thinking of keeping this instead of a website. . . well, we'll see how that goes, since i can't upgrade yet. . . i guess blog people are still working out all the bugs. . .

other than that, i was a little disappointed to find out that i don't think i can rent more tales of the city through my netflix. . . but i can rent the first and third sections of this fun show. lame. . . oh, and if you haven't figured it out yet, yes, it is a very slow day here at work.

gee . .. . wonder if my friends james val are having fun traipsing through europe. . . .

i guess the one thing i'm actually looking forward to now is a workout after work. . . if i don't fall asleep.



so, last thursday i spent part of my evening at zozobra. in santa fe, to commence 'la fiesta,' people gather at fort marcy park to listen to music and burn zozobra. zozobra, or 'old man gloom' is a 50 foot tall articulated puppet that moves slightly and (with the technological wonders of a microphone and sound system) groans while being lit.

i'd heard about the festival last year, but i knew i wouldn't be in town long enough for it, so i was really excited to see it this year. no one told me there was going to be fireworks, so i was even more impressed. so, aside from the slight creepiness of watching a very large human form twist and groan while aflame, it was a great time!

the first shot is zozobra with some nice fireworks, and the second is him on FIRE!