Publish or Perish

This poor fuzzy bird was stuck on our fishbowl like roof at my work place. During one point he flew into my window while I was on the phone with the Western PA Conservancy. He's okay and now he's free...

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I didn't take the picture, but the billboard is funny. If you can't read how in the world can you write for help? Doesn't make sense...

Labels: pictures, random

Me, V, Loki, E and D J at FNI. I love this picture because I look cute...we look cute and funny. Oh, the good days at FNI...where there any good days? Who knows...

Labels: Loki, pictures

Seventeen days. I have seventeen days until I am a married woman. How weird is that? Very...We're both kind of nervous - a good nervous, but nervous nonetheless.

I have little details to deal with:
I have to pay Morning Glory Inn, the last one thousand dollars;
I have to contact my photographer to set up a date to take our engagement pictures;
I have to burn the cd favors and the picture slide show;
I have to print out the programs;
tighten up my vows;
get a glass to break;
find a cake serving set;
get the toasting glasses;
finalize the rehersal dinner with Brenda;
wrap the presents for my attendants;
get sexy underwear for the wedding night
and talk to Wayne.

Less than what I had to do, but still enough...

"I check your blog about 3-4 times per week! I too live vicariously through my friends ; )."

I promise, promise, promise to update!

But it's 17 days and I'm beginning to run around like a madwoman...

Okay, I'm sorry for the lack of updates.

I was in Atlantic City, New Jersey for my bachlorette party. Miki made her drive from Alaska, the pictures are Alaska(about 4400 miles) through here through Canada back into the United States via Minnesota through Wisconsin driving all night to her parents' house in Ohio and back into Pittsburgh.

And all within the span of ten days.

Needless to say two days later we went road tripping to Atlantic City, NJ. She's a little tired. :)

Okay, on our way to Atlantic City, we drove the wonderful Pennsylvania Turnpike. (Hey, thanks for using our money to fix that bad boy up. Couldn't you have made the roads straight instead of curvy?) We left Pittsburgh at 10:00 am on Saturday morning and after getting gas and chatting with Eric, off we went. The trip there went well. I used a guy driving a little compact car with the license of "Bagins" as my pace car. (Thanks Bagins!) I love driving my jeep liberty.

Anyway...

Miki and I eventually got to the Sands Hotel and Casino, after enduring traffic in Philly and on the Atlantic City Expressway. After parking the car and wandering through the most of the casino, we realized that they did this on purpose. We were just trying to check in and already the casinos were trying to sucker us in before we got to our rooms. How twisted is that? We also realized that there are no windows to the outside world, that the pleasants noises the machines make are all in the key of C (so, it doesn't clash and distract the marks, I mean customers), fresh oxygen is pumped in (to keep the customers going) and that alcohol is free (tipping is recommended and helpful). Do they teach this stuff in casino school? Is there such a thing as casino school?

There must be. You can't learn these things and other sneaky tricks anywhere else!

Miki and I settled in a nice double bed room - not the junior suite she reserved, that came the day after. We freshened and prettied up and headed back out. We went to the buffet in the Sands - nothing to write home about. The Virginia City Buffet at Bally's Wild West Casino is still the best buffet in Atlantic City. I can never get my money's worth out of those places and I really hope I never will. Anyway, after that we went casino hopping (Trump Taj Mahal, Bally's Wild Wild West, Caesar's, Sands and Resorts International)until about 3:30 in the morning. My friend Mary made me a potion (smelling like cloves - I love cloves!) that was supposed to bring me good luck. And up until I lost it, I was breaking even or a little better. After that...not so good. In all, I lost $40. In retrospect, that's not bad at all.

The next day, we got up and waited for Lauren, another one of my bridesmaids, to arrive. Since, she has a little girl - Bella - she had to arrive the day after. (I wonder how being with her daddy all day went.) After Lauren showed up and settled in we had lunch at a great Mediterranean resturant (Bloody Mary's and Mimosas abounded) it was time to meet Martha, my wedding stage manager. Martha left Pittsburgh on Friday to attend her sister's bridal shower in NYC on Saturday.

We walked around the Broadwalk and tried our luck at the casinos. The gambling divas were not on our side, so we decided to sun ourselves on the beach. Atlantic City is a great place to people watch. It's just so interesting. People of all shapes and sizes wearing a lot or very little, strutting their stuff. I didn't realize that the Atlantic Ocean in New Jersey was just so cold. But, we went in anyway...to our waists. We saw this cute Asian boy, totally not of the age for self awareness wading in and out of the water, collecting seashells in his tidy whities. The strange thing? It made Miki want to have children...in a weird way. :)

After sunning ourselves for two and a half hours we came back to the junior suite to shower the sand off and pretty ourselves up. After doing this, my friends dragged me to Thunder from Down Under...a...um...Male Revue show. Stevie charged both Miki and Lauren to drag me to a strip club and to pay for as many lap dances as they saw fit. They didn't find any male strip clubs (kind of strange for Atlantic City, perhaps we weren't looking hard enough) but we did find this at the Resorts International Casino and Hotel. We weren't sure if we could get tickets, but Martha was very adamant about at least trying. So, try we did and achieve. I wasn't the only bride to be there, by the way. The other bride wore a sash declaring herself to be abride while I wore a tiara with purple feathers. (There will be pictures, I swear!)

I think I giggled my a** off. I felt ridiculous being there but after getting over my inital shyness I had a really good time. *sigh* I'm going to embarrass myself but I prefer to do it myself rather than have my witnesses do it for me in totally akward situations. The Thunder from Down Under brings ladies from the audience to be participants in the show. And Martha in her attempts to get me up on stage got her wish. I was choosen to be in the best fake orgasm contest.

Guess who won?

I will admitt I had time (and the alcohol) to work on my fake orgasm and to see/hear my competition. My ladies said I was the best. Okay, fine. I suppose I was the best, but I was so embarrassed and shy that I really don't remember doing it. Literally. My prize? A free picture with the boys. Okay, so I was draped over them....

I can't believe I actually did that. Keep in mind, they didn't actually take it all off, email me if you want to read my theory about it. I won't write about it here. Let me have some pride people!

After that we grabbed a bite to eat and hit the casinos again. Were I promptly lost the second $20 and got a bit tipsy. I was more tired the second day so at about 12:30 to 1:00 am we headed back to the room where I promptly fell asleep on the couch while watching a Discovery Channel show about "Iceberg Cowboys."

This morning, after packing, grabbing breakfast and saying goodbye to Lauren (who had to pick up Bella at day care today) Miki and I got massages while Martha wandered the Boardwalk for souveniors for her husband, Chris.

I had a lot of tension in my shoulders. No wonder I get migraines.

After a seven hour drive home we've arrived safe and sound in Pittsburgh. It's take me almost two hours to write this and thank goodness I don't have a program to run tomorrow at 7:30 in the morning.

Goodnight, my people. I'm d@mn tired.

Yes, I should. But before I drift off there are several things on my mind...

My new bathroom is REALLY yellow. Not, just a soft yellow, but a bright look at me yellow. It will certainly wake you up in the morning. I'm getting used to it, but hey, if it turns out that I really don't like it, I'll paint over it.

Second, is that my closest friend, Rachel, had to drop out of my wedding. I totally understand her difficult decision and I just want her and her baby to be okay. That being said, please think of and send her good vibes in Orlando. I love you, Rachel!!!!

Third, is that my maid of honor, Miki, has finally arrived from Anchorage, Alaska. She's finished with her MFA (masters of fine arts) and has come to back to Pittsburgh for my wedding before taking off for Chicago.

This brought to mind about people moving to cities they have no connections to, like family or friends. I remember when I came to Pittsburgh, ten years ago (has it been that long?) and just feeling so lost and scared. Coming from the now-covered-in-dirt parking lot between the Carnegie Library and Hillman Library, I looked up at the Cathedral of Learning and wanting to throw up. What was I doing in a city that I knew no one (except for Martha)? Was I crazy? Shouldn't I be at home with my parents?

I'm so glad that I decided to stick it out. I've learned so much being here. I've grown up here. Sorry to be so maudlin, but it's true.

I admire people, like Miki, for heading off into a new city and finding their fortune. It takes guts.

Anyway, it's late and I'm not sure where I'm going with this...It's just some thoughts to dump onscreen before I go to sleep....

I'm getting married in less than a month!!!

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I don't like going to a movie theatre to see a movie. I prefer to watch it at home. And even then I don't watch movies a lot. Stevie, on the other hand, loves to go to the movies. But he won't watch a movie that he's already seen. The same goes with books that he's read. But that's a different story.

One of the greatest time wasters I've discovered is the Internet Movie Databaseand it's ability to save a movie into my account. Now, in this account you can break the movies that you've saved into several categories: own, pending, rent, to buy, all or any into genres. In my own imdb account, I only have a measly 159 movies. And most of these titles I haven't seen. I want to rent a bunch of them and sit and watch them, but do I have the time?

we'll talk later after July 16.

Anyway, here are few of the DVD's that I want to rent/watch or own:

Clueless (1995) Alicia Silverstone. Hey, it makes me feel good. It's bright, sunny and you know what happens in the end.

Dellamorte Dellamore (1994) Rupert Everette. Miki and I watched this movie while we were visiting Corinna in State College. It's weird, wacky and those Italians...how random would it be to have people you've just buried come back to life - as zombies -and to have the groundskeeper kill them? Very. There's no reason why these corpses come back to life. No one seems fazed by it. It's just...weird, random and fun to watch.

Eye of the Beholder (1999) Ewan McGregor. Okay, I admitt. I only watched this horrendous movie because of Ewan McGregor. When I see it again, I'm going to mute it and enjoy the eye candy.

Four Weddings and a Funeral (1994) Hugh Grant. Okay, another eye candy guy, but the story is actually engaging! When the funeral happens it just breaks my heart. Plus, I can only recite the poem that the character does with a scottish accent.

Gangster No. 1 (2000) David Thewlis. I don't know much about it besides the fact that it's got David Thewlis (that's Professor Lupin to Harry Potter fans) as a gangster who was all that back in the day. He's just been released from prison and he may or may not exact revenge against the former friend and fellow ganster who put him there.

Happy Accidents (2000) Vicent D'Onfrio. Another quirky indie movie about a person who may or may not be from the future out to woo Marissa Tomei. Does he have mental problems? Is he who he says he is? Who is Christie Delancy?

Heavenly Creatures (1994) Kate Winslet. In 1950's New Zealand a horrific murder takes place. A teenage daughter kills her mother on the eve that she and her best friend are about to be separated. It's friendship taken way too far. This is Peter Jackson directing one of his finest. Just don't watch any of his other earlier films. It's not that it's bad, but you have to have a strong stomach.

How to Marry a Millionaire (1953) Lauren Bacall. Stupid premise. Great actresses. But I still love it. Lauren Bacall, along with Betty Grable and Marilyn Monroe rent a NYC apartment and live it up in order to catch a rich husband and not work for the rest of their lives. I'm sure Hollywood is itching to remake this film.

The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou (2004) Bill Murray. I didn't know what to make of this film five minutes after I saw it. But the more time I spent thinking about it the more and more I loved it. It's a documentary about Steve Zissou going after an elusive tiger shark that killed his best friend. At it's heart is about relationships and the up's and down's of them.

Mannequin (1987) Andrew McCarthy. Come on! It's got a mannequin who changes into a real live woman and only one man can see her! How 80's can you get?

Mary Poppins (1964) Julie Andrews. Just a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down....

Not Another Teen Movie (2001) A surprisingly good parody of teen films, past and present. And hey, there's Molly Ringwald in it!

Pi (1998) Another strange film and that really grabbed my attention. Is the number Pi such a mystical number that it can unlock the mysteries of all religions or is it all in his head?

Prick Up Your Ears (1987) Gary Oldman. Joe Orton, his lover and his death.

Secretary (2002) Maggie Gyllenhaal. A young woman, her boss and S&M. Not for the weak hearted.

Shaun of the Dead (2004). Zombies! Love! London! Oh, my!

Strictly Ballroom (1992). Dancing in the Outback. I love watching ballroom dancing...

The Wedding Singer(1998) Drew Barrymore. More 80's!

There you go. Sorry about the quick and dirty summaries near the end....it's late!

So, every once in a while I go to the little button at the upper right hand of the screen on my webpage (It says next blog) to read or try to read what my fellow writers are writing. Lately, though I seem to get a lot of blogs about products. What's with that? Plasma tv's, iPods, cell phones, long distance plans, airline tickets, the list goes on and on.

Are they places where a person can get viruses? Or are they truly places where you can shop for specific items?

It's just kind of strange to me. That's all.

I haven't named my iPod like I have my house and my car, but I'm thinking about it. If you have any suggestions, by the way, let me know I'll consider it. :)

Skin is, My - Andrew Bird. You'll see a lot of Andrew Bird on this list. He's a singer/songwriter/violinist. I never understand any of his lyrics and that's okay by me. Whenever I listen to this song I feel like I should be in a movie. Don't ask me why, I just do.

Eugene- Andrew Bird. I think I know what he's talking about in this song! Eugenics, for all you history buffs, is the social philosophy that Hitler used to justify killing millions of Jews during World War II. Followers of eugenics advocates to "improve human hereditary qualities," via selective breeding, encouragement and discouragement of certain types of reproductive practices, genetic engineering and of course, extermination. These people believe it would lessen human suffering and genetically health problems; would save society money; and create a more intelligent human race. Yes, it's an awful song if you know eugenics, but it would even be more awful if you believed in it.

A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left - Andrew Bird. I think this song is about not doing your duty/job/fulfilling your potential...? A lot of whistling in perfect key, lines about undelivered hazardous material and lying on the bath mat six miles north of South Platt...

Sweddish Wedding March - Andrew Bird. Randy and Lauren introduced us to Andrew Bird. He placed the violin on some of the Squirrel Nut Zippers CD's. Stevie calls him the "Mad Fiddle Player." I don't know where he got that name from. Anyway, Lauren used this song to walk down the aisle at her wedding. Stevie was going to use it walk down the aisle to, but he decided to go with "Thus Spake Zarathustra." (Whoo!) So, I snatched the song as my own. It's a haunting song filled with violins. It brings to mind the Scottish Highlands (not that I've ever been there, but I would imagine it with this song), mists and ladies in white. Hey, I'll be a lady in white soon!

Hey Mama- Black Eyed Peas. The beat's just so infectious! And it's very sensual I could dance - well - I'd dance every time I'd hear this song!

The Land of Give and Take - Elvis Costello. This was the original version of what would eventually be Beyond Belief (see below). It's got a more lyrics crammed into the song, sung at a faster pace and at his regular octave. The result? Frenetic, catchy and with enough of the end product to make you sing along. And it's about....I don't know. I'm seeing a trend here. I like the songs that I don't what they are about. Typical. But I'll take a stab at it. I think it's about a girl that he's just fed up with, but can't leave.

Way Out West - Andrew Bird. Who else?

Sovay - Andrew Bird. Stevie thought it was about being famous. You know...so vain. So vain... I had to correct him. What does sovay mean? In this case it's a nonsense phrase.

Beyond Belief-Elvis Costello. And this was the polished version that appeared on Imperial Bedroom. He's cut a lot of the verses, slowed down his pacing and dropped his voice an octave or two. The product? Lush. It leaves me breathless sometimes. I still think it's about a girl that he's fed up with, but just can't leave.

Case in Point - Andrew Bird. Again, duh.

11:11- Andrew Bird. I think it's about homelessness. But I can't be sure. There's a line in it about drinking milk that makes me go, huh?

Master Fade - Andrew Bird. I read somewhere that AB has a sibling who has Schizophrenia. What does this song have to do with Schizophrenia? I'm not sure and like I said before I never understand what he's trying to say. This is the section of lyrics that really makes me believe that it's about Schizophrenia:
if the green grass is 6 the soybeans are 7
the junebugs are 8 the weeds and thistles are 11
and if the 1s just hold their place the 0s make a smiley face
when they come floating down from the heavens.
It seems nostalgic and sad and the violins in the beginning break my heart.

Lull - Andrew Bird.
i’m all for moderation but sometimes it seems
moderation itself can be a kind of extreme
so i joined the congregation
i joined the softball team
i went in for my confirmation
where incense looks like steam
i start conjugating proverbs
where once there were nouns
this whole damn rhyme scheme’s starting to get me down
Damn, he's good.

Flake - Jack Johnson. Vito, my former Starbucks slinging friend, introduced us to this singer/songwriter/surfer from Hawaii (where I was born!). He's amazing. I love his music, his voice is gentle and it always leaves me feeling like I've been outside basking in sunshine.

Something to Talk About - Bonnie Raitt. This song was popular - for me - during the early to mid 90's. I love singing it because.becausese I do. It's bluesy and not usually something I go for. Coincidentally, it's one of two songs sung by females. Weird.

Two Way Action - Andrew Bird. You must be tired of seeing his name plastered on this list. What makes him so important to me? I'll say listen to the two albums he made with Bowl of Fire. I'll also probably say it had to do with our mood, our need to find a new musician tobsessss about. Then I'll set you on listening to The Swimming Hour, which is nothing like his previous two albums with Bowl of Fire. Instead of being jazzy he's contemporary, defying listeners to try to categorize him. Hey, maybe that's why I love him so much.

You and I Both-Jason Mraz. Another sweet song about love and falling out of love but remaining friends. I don't fall in love very easily and I'm less likely to fall out of it easily. I get infatuated with people and start to make up histories for them, but I don't go falling into love with them. There's just no need to.

Skin-Andrew Bird. The instrumental version of Skin Is, My. Don't ask me why he did that. Like I know anything. I don't even know my own name sometimes....

Action/Adventurer-Andrew Bird. Hmmm....perhaps its about a failed relationship where one of them is into cheap and quick thrills.
If you think I'm wasting your time again...oh, you're wasting mine...

How Indiscreet-Andrew Bird. Seriously, what's my hang up about him? I couldn't tell you. He's nothing like I've ever heard. I want people to listen to him and to like him as much as I do, but at the same time I want to keep his music, my secret.

Leave (Get Out) - JoJo. I don't normally listen to current music, but over Christmas my friends got Karoke Revolution 2. I'm a decent singer (Stevie's words not mine) and so we decided to give it a whirl. In the competition phase of the game you sing three different songs that you may or may not know. This was one of them. Since I didn't know the song then I had a terrible time at it and ultimately lost the game. Hence, I decided to track down the song that was my downfall and try to learn how to sing it. Let me tell you, it's a difficult song to sing! It's got quick notes that don't necessarily blend into each other. So, if you don't know the tune or the words, you're going to fail singing this song. I'm still trying to master it. By the way, did you know she's about 13 or 14? Insane!

[Untitled] -Andrew Bird. The first song on his latest album The Mysterious Production of Eggs. Instrumental. Haunting. More whistling. Wistful.

Till There Was You - The Beatles. Mary and I sing along when this song comes up on my iPod. I've heard rumors that it's from a show, but it's unconfirmed. It will be verinterestingng during my wedding reception when this song comes on. Why? I love to sing along - just ask Corinna! She always wanted to hear the song and not me singing the song. :) It's very sweet and it brings to mind a sixteen-year-old me staring all moony over Paul McCartney.

Get Right-Jennifer Lopez. Sometimes I need musical fluff. That's what Jennifer Lopez is for me. Besides this song is great while I'm working out.

Picture Book - The Kinks. It's weird how the Kinks are famous for a song about a transvestite, but it's this song that makes it onto an HP commerical with a cool premise. And it also helps that Miki and I like the director in it...

So, there you go. A little insight into what I'm listening to right now. And I mean right now. :)

Today is supposedly International Blogger's Day. So, what does that entail? I'm not sure. The link where I learned that it was today is down.

Probably too many bloggers trying to find out what International Blogger's Day is...

I'm not sure what you should do...so, here's what I suggest:

On all the blogs you read daily actually post something - even annoymously. Some acknowledge, I suppose, is better than none.

Hug your inner writer.

Hey, if you have a writer in your life, hug them!

Be creative. (It's good for the soul.)

Okay, these suggestions are a little suspect...they sound like thing people should do everyday and not on "special occasions." So, sue me.:)

Be nice to people. (This will be espeically hard for me, because I'm not too fond of strangers...Stranger Danger!)

Take a walk in the park, in your local neighborhood, through the city.

Read.

Turn off the tv. (Another hard thing for me to do because today is game 3 of the Spurs/Pistons championship game.)

Call a friend you haven't talked to in a while.

Tonight, I leave for my parents house in Charleston, WV. Wish me luck. I know it will be way too long a visit (only a weekend) and when I come back on Sunday evening, my Stevie will already be in Las Vegas. :( I plan on working at the house to keep my mind of being lonely.

Yesterday though, I was very good and worked at the house. I mowed the lawn, did more monster pruning on my monster rose bush, moved boxes down from my my apartment and into my car and eventually into my filled to capacity living room. Then, I did laundry. I think I collapsed sometime after that. :)

Sorry, it's not a very interesting post. But the closer the wedding gets the more and more scatter brained I become. *sigh*

Princessfiona posted a question to me yesterday: "Why Publish or Perish?"

From what I understand, in the academic world if you are a professor who is untenured, you must publish an article or perish within the system. In other words, it's really really hard to retain your job academic year after academic year. Publishing an article means you've been doing research on your topic.

For me, it's like practicing the piano, if you don't do it you'll get rusty. And guess who hasn't played the piano in ten years?

Anyway, a friend of mine said that a writer writes...(he also went on to say that a bricklayer bricks, but I understood what he was saying...)

So, publish or perish.

Write or get rusty - even if it's crap.

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I asked my married friends if it ever stops...

They all laughed at me.

Oh, well. :)

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I've done a lot of research since I got engaged in November of 2003 (wow, has it been that long since Stevie asked me?)

Among some of the best sites I've run across for wedding is The Knot. It's comprehensive from start to finish about planning your own wedding. And let me tell you, it's been my best friend since I got engaged.

For the more indie bride there's Indie Bride. It's for the more free thinker bride, one not bound by tradition or neurotic parents.

Then there are the vendors I'm using:

The Big Burrito
David's Bridal
Morning Glory Inn Bed and Breakfast
Purvis Photography
Blumengarten's

Stevie suggested that perhaps I should become a wedding planner. Interesting thought, that...

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No seriously. How many days?

And what do I still have to do?

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First off, happy June to everyone. It's finally here, which means about fourty plus days till my wedding.

Second, in my parental rant post, I thought about it and I hope I didn't offend anyone with my rant. I understand that not everyone has the same situation as I do and I didn't want to make it sound like I was feeling sorry for myself - well, only a little. I only wanted to vent my frustrations with my parents. As, I'm sure there will always be frustrations with them. So, if I offended anyone, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Show me the perfect parents and I'll show you the deed to the great state of Pennsylvania. Perfect is only in the eye of the beholder.

Third? I hate car commericials. Especially in the morning, when all I want are two things: the weather report from a 50/50 weatherperson (no matter how pretty or handsome) and SportsCenter after I've recieved my weather report.

Why do I hate them? I hate them because...I don't know really. It just irks me. I don't care if it has all wheel drive or anti-lock brakes or a tree that can grow money for you. Okay, before I got any further. I will admit that I own a SUV. But I qualify this by saying that I do a lot of hauling - for myself and other people. I'm everyone's best friend when it comes to moving time. I have though cut down on driving frivously (how does one drive "frivously"?) and just hoofing it when I need something from Giant Eagle, or Rite Aid or something.

And these gas prices are killing me.

Stevie says that he hopes the gas prices do keep going up in the hopes that more people will stop driving all over the place and start walking. Fat chance if certain people in certain places start drilling for oil when they shouldn't be.

But I digress.

Hey, just be glad I don't do things like report on celebrities. Then I would really have to find a noose for myself.

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