Saraetag:www.sarae.net,2008-11-08://12010-03-20T21:40:51ZMovable Type 4.21-enEmails to myself, tag:www.sarae.net,2010://1.12922010-03-20T20:57:32Z2010-03-20T21:40:51ZWhen spring starts officially, yet the temperature's suddenly back in the 30s and snowy after nice weather, well, then it's time to clean out the ol' inbox. I have a habit of emailing myself things that I need to remember,...Sarae 6/1/07: Sometimes I miss the old school Internet days, when it was perfectly acceptable to use blinking text.
6/6/07: The email was only this link to the Mason-Dixon knitting blog. That was the day I decided to knit that blanket for Yvette and Wade's wedding.
1/23/08: Wisconsinmade cheese curds
6/23/08: check things online, sigg??, pic to shame Andy
5/19/09: this link to an AV Club Madison article about the website Beards from Below. (I like beards, but I forgot to go to this site before.)
6/21/09: W. Just the letter W.
11/19/09: test test 12:02pm
12/29/09: A link to this Madison Magazine article with a list of 62 things every Madisonian should do in 2010. I thought it might be a really interesting list of things I hadn't heard of, yet rolled my eyes when I saw that the Frosiball was #1. I've done 15 of the first 45, and on the "official" Madisonian checklist for items #46-62, I've done all but two, so eh.
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Emails to myself, tag:www.sarae.net,2010://1.12912010-03-20T20:57:32Z2010-03-20T21:40:10ZWhen spring starts, and it's suddenly in the 30s and snowy after nice weather, well, then it's time to clean out the ol' inbox. I have a habit of emailing myself things that I need to remember, or to check...Sarae 6/1/07: Sometimes I miss the old school Internet days, when it was perfectly acceptable to use blinking text.
6/6/07: The email was only this link to the Mason-Dixon knitting blog. That was the day I decided to knit that blanket for Yvette and Wade's wedding.
1/23/08: Wisconsinmade cheese curds
6/23/08: check things online, sigg??, pic to shame Andy
5/19/09: this link to an AV Club Madison article about the website Beards from Below. (I like beards, but I forgot to go to this site before.)
6/21/09: W. Just the letter W.
11/19/09: test test 12:02pm
12/29/09: A link to this Madison Magazine article with a list of 62 things every Madisonian should do in 2010. I thought it might be a really interesting list of things I hadn't heard of, yet rolled my eyes when I saw that the Frosiball was #1. I've done 15 of the first 45, and on the "official" Madisonian checklist for items #46-62, I've done all but two, so eh.
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Resolute.tag:www.sarae.net,2010://1.12902010-01-01T21:12:30Z2010-01-01T21:23:25ZWell, damn. Yesterday was the final day of 2009, and I finished up my Project 365. Although I was most uninspired at times - seriously, when it gets dark at four and you leave work at six, how inspired can...Sarae
Project 365. Although I was most uninspired at times - seriously, when it gets dark at four and you leave work at six, how inspired can you be? - but I actually finished my lone goal of 2009, as put into words here.
I just haven't, you know, edited photos from the last ten days. Also, I haven't gotten around to updating my flickr pro, so you can't see them all. BUT THEY'RE THERE. I TOOK (at least!) ONE PHOTO A DAY FOR A YEAR. The satisfaction from completing such a task is immense. Even if I did just take photo after photo of snow for a spell.
(Now I kind of want to giddily leave my camera at home for a week straight. That thing is heavy to lug around. Which was a wholly unanticipated side effect.)
Actually finishing a stated New Year's goal has my mind all abuzz, so I'm sure over the course of the day I will come up with about thirty ideas for 2010. So far, I've only come up with ones with less of a day-to-day commitment. ]]>
Making a listtag:www.sarae.net,2009://1.12892009-12-14T00:30:29Z2009-12-14T00:32:11ZNot a Christmas list. Instead, I'm making a slew of half-finished lists of plans, dreams, goals for the next year. I just need to get them all down on paper, instead of bouncing around my skull. But I have ideas,...Sarae
Not a Christmas list. Instead, I'm making a slew of half-finished lists of plans, dreams, goals for the next year. I just need to get them all down on paper, instead of bouncing around my skull. But I have ideas, things that I most certainly want to accomplish.
Three months in photos, part IIItag:www.sarae.net,2009://1.12882009-11-13T14:14:57Z2009-11-13T14:30:17Z The weather turned crisp, the heat kicked in, and I made borscht for the first time of the season. (It was delicious.) A ridiculously ostentatious rainbow hung around outside my window at work, and I lusted after an assortment...Sarae
The weather turned crisp, the heat kicked in, and I made borscht for the first time of the season. (It was delicious.)
A ridiculously ostentatious rainbow hung around outside my window at work, and I lusted after an assortment of yarn.
There were more football games, including one chilly game back in our old seats in the upper deck. Bittersweet, but a delicious bloody mary afterwards was most helpful.
A trip to Olbrich to catch some autumn foliage was thwarted by the fact that, well, none of the leaves had quite turned yet. The visit was saved by the glorious late-afternoon light....
...and a sudden fixation on pathways.
A trip the following weekend was more helpful in terms of autumn color, but less so in perfect lighting. Alas.
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Three months in photos, part IItag:www.sarae.net,2009://1.12862009-11-06T04:10:50Z2009-11-06T04:10:40Z I finally finished knitting myself a pair of socks, and they fit perfectly. Later that week I wore them in public. The days started getting noticeably shorter. Coincidentally, football season began and I had to get used to sitting...Sarae
I finally finished knitting myself a pair of socks, and they fit perfectly. Later that week I wore them in public.
The days started getting noticeably shorter. Coincidentally, football season began and I had to get used to sitting on the "wrong" side of the field.
I plucked cupfuls of basil from my garden, and finally made pesto. Shortly after completing the task I kicked myself for not doing so earlier.
Forward Music Fest flew by far too quickly. I saw some amazing bands - ones I'd heard of, ones I hadn't; ones I've seen before and ones I've been waiting eons to see.
And I went to Chicago again, almost a month after the previous visit. This time for a multi-day conference wherein I got to stay in a fancypants hotel on the river. ]]>
Identity crisistag:www.sarae.net,2009://1.12872009-11-04T04:15:26Z2009-11-04T04:31:14ZMy first name is very common, and my full name is somewhat common. Years ago I was picking through stacks of family photo albums and my partially filled in baby book, and came across my parents' list of potential names...Sarae I am kind of excited for the day when I meet someone with my name - it's bound to happen sometime. Every now and then I search my name, out of curiosity. Are the other "me"s doing anything interesting? Have I popped up on more hits, or have I slipped down? Any new historical information about people with my name from the 1800s?
And then tonight, I decide to search myself on pipl where you can search by username in addition to full name. I assume that I make up a majority of the hits but, holy crap, there's still a lot of others sprinkled in. Perhaps I'll find some long-forgotten account on an equally long-forgotten website. ]]>
Three months in photos, part Itag:www.sarae.net,2009://1.12852009-11-03T05:00:14Z2009-11-06T04:12:17ZSarae
I went to see the Roadside Graves & the Rural Alberta Advantage. The concert was outside at the Memorial Union which meant that it was free, and I could watch from behind the stage. I was captivated by the stage lights hitting the grass; it looked like stained glass.
Later on, I went to Chicago, where I waited for over an hour for a pair of amazing hot dogs at Hot Doug's...
...and had drinks at Hopleaf. Only one drink & a taste of Sarasola for me.
I also tried out the new (and only) cupcake shop in town. One to go, off to visit my grandmother who wiggled her bright red toenails at me from her bed in hospice.
And then later that week my grandmother died. At her funeral, I had her favorite drink in her honor. Shown with my fingernails painted red. ]]>
Ponderoustag:www.sarae.net,2009://1.12842009-11-01T19:49:29Z2009-11-01T20:10:07ZThrough some sort of mystical trickery (or just plain dedication), I have somehow managed to go through my backlog of photos up to the current date. That's right - for as long as I can remember, I've been a minimum...Sarae
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Christ.tag:www.sarae.net,2009://1.12832009-08-08T06:02:47Z2009-08-08T06:04:24ZI'm not sure what it says about me that I normally spend eons picking at code to redesign my blog, or even just to add a new aspect to my sidebar..but then one night after several mojitos, I nail a...Sarae Clearly tomorrow I should drink and redesign, and stick with whatever appears. ]]>
Small goalstag:www.sarae.net,2009://1.12792009-05-23T20:32:18Z2009-05-23T20:34:46Z1. Let my hair dry from the breeze in my car.2. Eat a brat. Ate one already, but I will need a second sometime this weekend.3. Edit photos.4. Enjoy three days of back to back (to back?) lack of "have...Sarae
2. Eat a brat. Ate one already, but I will need a second sometime this weekend. 3. Edit photos. 4. Enjoy three days of back to back (to back?) lack of "have tos" and "should dos" and focus on the "want tos." ]]>
Oh yeah.tag:www.sarae.net,2009://1.12782009-05-05T05:12:13Z2009-05-05T06:36:26ZHey, did you know - I have a blog? And I used to update it a lot - several times a week, sometimes even several times a day if I was bored. I know this because awhile back I stumbled...Sarae Now I'm imagining what it would be like if my blog had emotions. This is a little weird, moving on.
Hey, did you also know that I have a top-secret blog? Probably not, it's top secret. It's also kind of mean of me to tell you, since there's no link included. And even if you did manage to beat the link out of me, you couldn't see anything since it's password-protected. And half the time I can't even remember the password, so, you know. Anyways, it's just letters I wrote once upon a time, on those nights when it's late and I'm tossing and turning in bed because there's THINGS running through my mind. (I think average post time is 4 am.) I am aware that a journal would also be good for these occasions, and I have tried it, but sometimes a girl just likes to type in her beloved Georgia font.
Anyways, I was musing on way too many things all night, with my head all foggy and stuck in multiple years, so I decided to go check out the ol' secret blog. Its most recent entry was June 2006, and was a letter to myself. It's kind of strange to see words you've written, intensely personal words and phrases, spaced out so nicely upon a screen. It's a little vexing when you can no longer remember some of the personal code.
But it definitely sucks to realize that you were a better writer in the past. So. Blog-ahoy?
*Once I made the mistake of calling them "twits." I know that's not what other people call them, but it was fun to say. I got a lot of responses correcting me, so now I am careful to use the twitter-acceptable noun/verb only. Also, I appreciate a word that can be both a noun and a verb. That's why I like Wade. (Among other reasons, I guess. Heh.) ]]>
Let the train whistle cry for youtag:www.sarae.net,2009://1.12672009-03-29T00:28:37Z2009-03-29T00:43:25ZI love trains. Love the sound they make as they trundle down their tracks, love the long wistful whistle that pierces silent winter nights, and I love the way tracks criss-cross each other across town. This love kept me sane...Sarae
This love kept me sane in my old apartment, the one where the tracks passed not far from my bedroom window. It was spring when I first moved in, so I slept with the window open to enjoy the breeze (and to be able to use my down comforter as long as possible.) The first few nights I was roused at 4am by the rushing of a train. I have vague half-memories of sighing and mumbling about trains, before nodding back off. But after those first few nights, the train never woke me again. (This may have more to do with my freakish ability to stay asleep than my love of trains.)
I'm rarely irritated when I get stuck in traffic waiting for a train to pass. I was saddened when Madison passed a train whistle ban, and elated that it seems to have been lifted. I say seems to be, because though I never read about it being lifted, at my new apartment (also with a set of tracks only a few blocks away) I intermittently hear the whistle of a passing train. It doesn't wake me or startle me, it only makes me smile.
Despite all this, I've only ever ridden on a train once. My lone trip was heading from Kharkov to Kiev on an overnight sleeper train in a car full of Ukrainians, Colette, and myself. I have no photos of that portion of the trip, and I don't think anyone knows how much that really pains me. I think this love of trains is the driving force behind my fascination with subway/light rail systems - Chicago, New York, St. Louis, Paris, London - love them all.
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Insert string of expletives heretag:www.sarae.net,2009://1.12772009-03-27T02:58:52Z2009-03-27T03:06:56ZLast week I studiously avoided opening the cruel email forward - the subject line was more than clarifying enough to keep me well at bay. Somehow I managed to be blissfully unaware of the horrifying news that was behind that...Sarae And then I decided to watch an episode of The Daily Show from last week. And saw the horrifying, horrifying, horrifying video about GIANT SNAKES ON THE LOOSE IN FLORIDA. And some googling-whilst-squinting led me to the realization that I will never, ever, ever, never, ever go to Florida again. Ever. ]]>
Sixty-eighttag:www.sarae.net,2009://1.12762009-03-11T03:43:34Z2009-03-11T04:18:49ZOn January first I posted that I was trying my hand at Project 365. That post was primarily to remind myself -- I sort of expected to take photos for a week and then remember sometime in April that, oh,...Sarae
I posted that I was trying my hand at Project 365. That post was primarily to remind myself -- I sort of expected to take photos for a week and then remember sometime in April that, oh, hey, I was doing that.
Imagine my surprise when the days added up, one by one, until it's today, and I have a photo for every day. Sure, a lot of them are uninspired spur of the moment shots where I realize that the day's running out and I've nearly forgot. There are the days where I do nothing but work and go home, and it's dark outside, etc.
But little by little, I'm getting better. I've caught photos that I wouldn't normally have taken - because I wouldn't have had my camera with me, or because I wouldn't have been ballsy enough to just go ahead and take it already. And now that Daylight Savings (otherwise known as the most wonderful invention of humanity) has begun, I'm happily anticipating the extra chances I'll have to take more photos. I mean, daylight after work? Are you freaking kidding me?
I leave you with day sixty-seven, otherwise known as March 8th, the day after my birthday. Where it snowed mere days after a warm stretch.
