fox: my left eye.  "ceci n'est pas une fox." (not-fox)
Spent a lovely afternoon chez the charming [livejournal.com profile] misia and [livejournal.com profile] perigee, where I understand I made myself useful, and I also learned a bunch of things, such as the fact that it was once believed, apparently seriously, that fallen women became incontinent at the smell of lettuce.  [livejournal.com profile] misia, whom I hadn't met face to face before, did not exclaim upon how I look like my father when I arrived -- indeed, did not do so until I was bouncing on my toes while reiterating that "neither" is singular.  At which point I suppose I deserved it.  :-)

(Incidentally, [livejournal.com profile] misia, wrt the subject line, don't you think if you make it an exclamation instead of a question it could almost be something Robin or a similar sidekick would say to Batman or a similar hero?  ... Perhaps this occurs to me on account of a Star Wars novel where the customary oath sworn by the characters was "Minions of Xendor!", and a friend of mine said it sounded more like a Robin-type thing than a proper curse.)

On the way home, it occurred to me that it would be pretty cool if those green mileage signs by the highway, the ones that tell you it's 131 miles to Richmond or whatever, also told you how far behind you the last major city was.  In the first place, it would be another layer of redundancy in helping people who aren't sure if they've gone the right way; but mainly, is it not true that in addition to where you're going, it's good to know where you've been?

saturday

Sep. 17th, 2005 02:05 pm
fox: my left eye.  "ceci n'est pas une fox." (not-fox)
by now, [livejournal.com profile] merrycontrary is at the airport and [livejournal.com profile] juice817 is somewhere over greenland.  i have matched all the incoming students i know about with what are here called 'junior sponsors', but in other colleges (and my own department) have been called 'parents' and in most US situations would be called 'big brothers/sisters' or similar, and sent the list off back to the office.  should probably take a shower before the next time i leave the building.  but i'd also like to get a few hundred words of my thesis written, not to mention something for the Worst Case Scenario challenge, my entry in which i had completely forgotten about until a little before this time yesterday.

meh.  need tea.

today

Sep. 16th, 2005 11:39 am
fox: my left eye.  "ceci n'est pas une fox." (not-fox)
loud corsican neighbor has moved out.  i knew she was going to, because earlier this week the office was saying she had things to put in storage, but now her name is gone from the plate on her door, so i know she's left.  will be strange not hearing her phone conversations from down the hall and around a corner (she was only ever loud on the phone, really, but DAMN).

slept and slept.  how nice.  working today, while [livejournal.com profile] merrycontrary and [livejournal.com profile] juice817 do some more local stuff.  will meet up again this evening.

headaches suck, particularly when one has slept and slept.  should probably eat something.

zzzzzzzzzz

Sep. 15th, 2005 11:00 pm
fox: bob fraser:  miss me? (miss me)
rain.  most of the day, across most of the west midlands, rain rain rain.  was dry for the late afternoon and evening in bath, but raining again almost as soon as the train home left the station.  so cold in my room i have finally had to close the skylight window.  falling down from tired.  cleaners finally did something about cobwebs etc. in shower room, huzzah.  i only had to complain about it for eight weeks.  no need to get up early in the morning, more huzzah.  feel as if just filed nails recently, and yet they are already too long again.  going to sleep now.  must summon energy to braid hair first.  [livejournal.com profile] sowilo, i have your e-mail, will answer it tomorrow.

oh, also:  ROCK ON, massachusetts.
fox: bob fraser:  miss me? (miss me)
[livejournal.com profile] merrycontrary and [livejournal.com profile] juice817 here and still in one piece (each).  london fabulous.  oxford familiar, which means am of limited use as touring companion.  ("what do we see if we go on the bus tour instead of the walking tour?"  "... i have no idea.")  feet tired.  have been walking probably more than any time since arrived a year ago.  in fact over two days in london lost four of the pounds i've gained since moving into new building (and therefore walking much less every day).  conclusion:  must make genuine effort to return to gym on regular basis, once conference paper is done and freshers are here and have more than half hour per day to self.

occasionally find self regretting accent, as hard to be identified as local-who-knows-where-she's-going when accompanied by two guests from out of town whose accents are similar to one's own.  do not mind being identified as not from around here, but do not wish to be subject of assumption that nobody in group knows anything at all.

stratford tomorrow, and two shakespeares.  yay!
fox: little cartoon self (doll)
1.  empiredc.com mail is back!  all hail [livejournal.com profile] jgesteve.

2.  off to london in the morning, to meet [livejournal.com profile] merrycontrary and [livejournal.com profile] juice817 at the airport, and will be more or less incomm for the weekend.  be good!
fox: little cartoon self (doll)
(answer:  yes, but it's because his father never noticed him -- which is an explanation, but not an excuse.)

had a lovely afternoon in london with [livejournal.com profile] kaalee, and then after leaving her i was passing by the lyric on my way to the tube, and the box office was open, and i thought, what the hell, curtain goes up in fifteen minutes, so i got me a £17.50 ticket to see death of a salesman (with brian dennehy), which was, as you might imagine, superlative.

and now i am back home, and think i will have some tea.


oh, also: wow, pantene kicks neutrogena's ass. [pets own hair]

DCFOLK

Feb. 22nd, 2005 01:57 pm
fox: bob fraser:  miss me? (miss me)
it's coming up on that time again, when Fox will be in town yay!  the lovely [livejournal.com profile] datlowen will be retrieving me from the airport on saturday 12 march, assuming he remembers, to which end he has instructed me to remind him and i've been doing so; and i'll be tied up a lot of the time officiating at the mixed nationals, but will be free in the mornings (not that this helps those of you who have to work, of course) and on sunday, since the event ends saturday night.

sadly i'll have to leave before Noodles, if there is to be Noodles on sunday 20th -- but surely there can be a brunch of some kind, as there was in december?  hey, maybe it will even be Not Raining.  i really liked that place, whatever it was -- [livejournal.com profile] fafou, what was that place? -- Mango Mike's (thanks, [livejournal.com profile] sowilo) and am way in favor of doing it again (rather, i mean, than someplace possibly swanker but definitely more expensive).  anyone?  thoughts?  bueller?
fox: technical difficulties: please stand by. (technical difficulties)
i now realize that every time you said [livejournal.com profile] plausive, i thought you were talking about [livejournal.com profile] pauraque. which probably explains a whole number of things.

that's all. carry on. :-)
fox: bob fraser:  miss me? (miss me)
good weekend. PoA for the second time on friday, and in case it's still a spoiler ). ran into a friend from college in line, which was v. strange. well -- saw him in line, was sure it was someone i knew, saw him being sure i was someone he knew, and then in the theater when he was walking past our row, i called the name of the person i was sure he was, and he turned back, and we were both right. trippy, man. senior when i was a freshman, haven't seen him since (i think) he graduated -- actually since the end-of-year party at which i got alarmingly drunk on mixed liquors and had to be taken home and put to bed in my (out of town) roommate's bottom bunk. anyway. so, moderate blast from the past. (for [livejournal.com profile] esti626 and [livejournal.com profile] wholenother's benefit, this was P. McF. did you know him? tall. skinny. redhead.)

saturday, drove up to new york with [livejournal.com profile] cmshaw and [livejournal.com profile] darthrami to meet up with [livejournal.com profile] bethbethbeth and [livejournal.com profile] gaeta and [livejournal.com profile] ellen_fremedon and [livejournal.com profile] idlerat and [livejournal.com profile] lolaraincoat and [livejournal.com profile] fishwhistle (mr. raincoat -- but you've got to be impressed that i remembered the LJ name) and eighty-seven thousand other people to see PoA in IMAX-y splendor. which was lovely. highlight of the afternoon, i think:
girl behind me: you're wearing a choir robe.
me (wearing MA gown): it's actually a graduation robe, but yes, i am.
girl behind me: oh. yeah, my graduation robe was white, so i guess it wouldn't have worked as well.
me (internally): oh, sweetie.

(for our international readers who may not be aware -- white graduation robes are most typically worn by girls graduating from high school. if, that is, the school feels the need to dress the boys and the girls differently.)

came home with [livejournal.com profile] ellen_fremedon in tow, who is or should be now apartment-hunting. go, ellen, go! and am at work, being as useful as ever. wheeee!
fox: girl with a fan.  fangirl. (fangirl)
being a photographic record of the crazy day fox spent in new york, hoping to get a look at Famous People, Walking.

the pictures are big. )

And then it started to rain. [g] Not a lot, though. And we headed back to the Port Authority, and left [livejournal.com profile] bethbethbeth to get on her bus, and got in the car ourselves, and came home. The end!
fox: curling stones: i love this game (curling)
friday: lost at 5:30. mainly because we played like crap; the way we were playing, we deserved to lose. drank heavily, got home late, yay for the metabolism getting speedier -- by the time [livejournal.com profile] darthrami got home to let me in, i had a headache, which turned out to be the hangover i'd expected to have the following morning. so i slept through the hangover, and woke up feeling spiffy.

saturday: won at 12:45, and about damn time. hurried back from the club to [livejournal.com profile] darthrami and [livejournal.com profile] therealjae's birthday party, which is what it was, no matter what they say. :-) hung out for a bit with various people, it was fun, yay for hanging out. hurried back to the club to play at 10:00. won at 10:00, in actually a sort of embarrassing manner. it's not fun when you're killing the opponent and feeling guilty enough not to bother hanging the score. not at this level, anyway. fun! social! not fun when it's like 12 to 1 after four ends. drank moderately, managed to become the subject of two rumors at once even though [livejournal.com profile] darthrami wasn't even there, got home late, still had a bit of the hangover when i woke up this morning this time, because i had to get up much earlier.

sunday: won (the fifth event final) at 10:15. yay us. yay shiny pin! we were the only team from our club to win any events at all, actually -- we had finalists in the second, but they lost, and in the first and third our teams lost in the semis, and one of the teams in the fourth was skipped by the president of our club but the other three players were his brother and two other guys from his home town in canada, so the team didn't count as one of ours (plus they lost). so we feel Special, even though what we won was the Event For People Who Didn't Get Their Shit Together Until The Third Game. :-)

now: schoolwork, because damn am i behind.
fox: a big hug. (hug)
accompanied the LJ-less terri today to deliver the computer to [livejournal.com profile] emrinalexander and [livejournal.com profile] trislindsay. [livejournal.com profile] darthrami also joined us. entire operation was a thundering success. continue to be allergic to cats. will post further details at some later date. all of you are wonderful. they kept saying so.

she returns

Jan. 6th, 2003 09:54 pm
fox: bob fraser:  miss me? (miss me)
wow, long couple of weeks to be gone. i've read all the lj posts i can get to from here, but apparently the friends-view won't allow me to look longer ago than 300 entries. [shrug] it appears that, on balance, most folks' solstice-equivalent and new year's celebrations were on the positive side, for which i'm glad. (and for those that were nothing of the sort, i'm sorry.) my own christmas was lovely; new year's was also smashing, apart from the raging sinus infection i'd managed to acquire on about the 30th. feh.

met [livejournal.com profile] darthhellokitty and [livejournal.com profile] kingchiron, who gave me a yellow stuffed hurt-comfort plot bunny that had been tended (one ear had wee stitches and a bandage) by a 'dr. foxx.' rock on. we met for lunch at 1:30 and schmoozed (schmoze?) until 5:00, when i realized oh my goodness i should get to my friends' to start helping fix dinner.

delighted to see [livejournal.com profile] cesperanza here -- welcome to the jungle, dude. and i'm vaguely bummed to have missed the elf challenge, but i don't speak tolkein well enough to write characters i do know in the elvish paradigm, so i wouldn't have been able to play anyhow. i'll have to get over there and read it some time, though. :-)

curling: friday, played excellent well. my whole team was missing, so i had two subs and we played as a three. technically, i should have skipped, and the subs should have thrown three rocks each, but one of the subs is quite a good skip and i'm just not ready for that kind of responsibility, so he skipped and i viced and the other guy (brand new this fall) threw lead. we did very well. saturday, drove up to new jersey for the same friendly-sort-of-thing i did in philadelphia last month, and played like veritable crap. something just wasn't coming together. i'll need to work on this.

intended to stay up in dc saturday night, catch TTT with some friends sunday afternoon and then curl sunday evening, but felt like utter shit so i drove home to sleep in my own bed the sooner instead. paid the rent on my way to my apartment, and a good thing, too, because sunday i barely left my bed, much less the building. woke up at 11 am after twelve hours of sleep, took two advil and two advil cold & sinus, and went back to bed for another seven hours. oy. (plus, it turned out they canceled curling on sunday. so i made the right choice.)

today, sinus infection continues to clear up, thanks to mmmdrugs; retrieved mail, which included prezzies and cards and also a jacket i'd mistakenly left in florida; discovered that car, which suffered nasty flat tire on friday (due to running over a pothole in which one could have planted a tree; would have dodged it, but this would have caused collision with traffic coming the other direction), needs not only a new tire but a whole new wheel. ugh. ordered wheel. winced.

am now about to make some dinner, and either watch a little FOTR-dvd action, or read a bit and go to bed. last few days without family obligations but before semester begins again = v. nice.

oh! and update on le boy: he seems not to have gotten the earlier fox-isn't-a-fraidy-cat-let's-get-a-beer e-mail. over the break, i got [paraphrase] "i still have your book; i can either give it back to you spring semester, or if you can't wait, i can send it right away, in which case i'll need to know where to send it. (clever way to get addresses, eh? i'm so artful.) hope you're well, [signed]." [/paraphrase] i cursed and spat and consulted with my friend and her fiance, and ultimately (between having been access-less and travelling and then contemplating, it had been about a week) responded with "i'm sure spring semester is fine -- give me a call and we'll arrange a drop-off. i'm at [number]. (now who's being artful?) happy new year, [signed]." within twelve hours, i'd gotten back "you're so artful. [signed]." so i'm doing my best not to wait for the phone to ring. ;-)
fox: my left eye.  "ceci n'est pas une fox." (Default)
Had a fun little mini-work-trip. Rode up yesterday evening (slept in the back of executive sedan), had dinner -- quickly -- with [livejournal.com profile] mommybird and [livejournal.com profile] pistorius, who are charming and quite cool, and then busied myself preparing meeting materials until 4:00 am.

(Side note: I had the dumbest cab driver ever on the way to dinner. Honest. I get in the car and say "Park Avenue and Monument, please." Guy says "You want Charles Street?" Understandable confusion as there is a park with a monument in it on Charles St. and English is far from this guy's first language, but even after I tell him I'm going to Name Of Church at This Exact Address, it took him a couple of bucks' worth of time on the meter to get his head around the concept. My feeling? Cab drivers should be, as I'm told they are in London, required to apprentice on a bicycle, following taxis around, until they learn where stuff is. Also, they should have maps in the freakin' car!)

I shit you not. What happened was, the attorneys had a pre-meet thing yesterday at which they totally finalized the contents of one handout (by which I mean inch-thick book O documents, with tabs, velo-bound). They called me at around 4:00 (pm, yesterday afternoon) to tell me the final contents, order, etc., and I amended all fifteen copies (created and bound the previous time they told me that was definitely the definite final form the thing was going to take [g]). Packed them in a box, along with -- here's where it gets fun -- fifteen copies of another set O documents for the other handout, of which they will use some but not all. Won't be able to velo-bind these in the hotel, so I pack three-ring binders. And numbered tabs. And a staple remover. And a three-hole punch. (When I'd had the copies made, velo-binding was still an option, so I hadn't copied the damn things onto three-hole paper. Would have saved me some time.)

So. Around midnight, the junior partner had finished preparing her outline and deciding what order these exhibits should occur in the handout. It now falls to me to rearrange, tab, and hole punch the suckers, get them in the binders, and highlight tiny parts of four of the items in each set.

Went back to my room, changed into PJs, turned on Nick at Nite (love, love, love that they have the Cosby show now), and cranked those babies through until 4:00 am. Hit the rack.

Alarm went off at 7:00. Fortunately, my presence was not required at the meeting/presentation itself. So I gave the attorneys their binders and went back to bed. Note to all: hole-punching that much stuff will give you a bruise on the heel of your hand.

Glad it's the weekend. :-)

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