Over the Colombus Day weekend, Eliot and I went Apple Picking in Ellington, CT. The weather was perfect, and the trees were scarce, but we managed to find some nice apples for the picking! Not to mention, the aftermath of Jonamac crisp, pie, and lovely tastings.
Thank you for a sweet day love…
This song has been running around my mind for quite a few days, only I couldn’t think of who sang it, how I knew it, and why it was playing each day in my head. The answers are, Cat Stevens…Eliot…and it’s lovely!
Here is a posting for Judge Joe’s Chrysler / Maserati TC convertible now available on eBay here:
http://cgi.ebay.com/ebaymotors/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=140036780291
This is a rare 1989 Chrysler TC convertible by Maserati in Royal Cabernet that runs good. Running, registered, and insured. Good tires. Only 7,301 were built between 1989 and 1991 Model Years. This two-seater has a Chrysler drivetrain with a body and interior by Maserati. It has an economical 2.2 liter Turbo II engine with automatic transmission and front wheel drive. This car features a removable hard top and manual soft top. I have a brand new, in-the-box, A.A. Best soft top with a glass rear window which goes with the car (approximately a $500 value). The breaks work but the ABS doesn’t. The odometer stopped at 53,083 miles so true mileage unknown *. Window molding on passenger door could be replaced (shown in photo below). Sold as is.The car is currently in CT but would be able to deliver it to the Greater Boston area for fair fee.Please call Joe at (860) 707-4970 for more information.
Recent Mechanical Work:
Vehicle History (according to AutoCheck.com)
There are no accidents or any kind of negative occurences in this vehicle’s history report. As described in the vehicle report, this TC was a former Texas car and is shown in the report to be registered in Texas from 1994 to 2004. The registration was renewed and the vehicle passed emissions inspections in Texas every year from 1997-2004. The car was driven only 3,478 miles between 4/16/1994 and 3/22/2003. I aquired the vehicle in August, 2005. The vehicle passed the Connecticut Emissions on 9/21/2005 and is good through 9/21/2007. The car has been driven occasionally since I obtained it, putting on no more than a couple thousand miles in my estimation.
*Regarding the Odometer
The vehicle report shows that the odometer reading from 3/22/2003 was 52,998 miles. Then, for it’s successful emissions inspection on 4/21/2004, the odometer reading was 53,083. So the odometer probably stopped functioning sometime between 2003 and 2004.
Included Accessories:
Asking $4300 OBO.
The car is currently available on eBay.
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Here is a good resource to learn more about the background of the TC car.
Southpaw: A person who is left-handed primarily uses his or her left hand, more so than the right hand; a left-hander will probably use the left hand for tasks such as personal care, cooking, and so on.
According to the official “Left-Hander’s Calendar”….
Because a southpaw’s brain tends to be more resilient than a right-hander’s, left handers frequently adjust more easily and quickly to difficulties they encounter.
I know the “Left Hander’s Calendar” is totally biased. They want to keep people tearing those days off! But the real research seems to coincide somewhat with this optimistic generalization stated above…
Left-handed persons are thought to process information using a “visual simultaneous” method in which several threads can be processed simultaneously. Another way to view this is such: Suppose there were a thousand pieces of popcorn and one of them was colored pink. The right-handed person — using the linear sequential processing style — would look at the popcorn one at a time until they encountered the pink one. The left-handed person would spread out the pieces of popcorn and visually look at all of them to find the one that was pink. A side effect of these differing styles of processing is that right handed persons need to complete one task before they can start the next. Left-handed people, by contrast, are capable and comfortable switching between tasks. This makes them appear (to the right-handed majority) as if they do not finish anything. Alternately, left-handed people have an excellent ability to multi-task. Perhaps the anecdotal evidence that suggests they are more creative stems from this ability to multi-task.
All of this comes down to thinking about what these past 30 days have done for the mind, body, and spirit of this southpawed bear. All in all, things feel pretty weird. Not bad weird. It’s just hard because I’m always thinking of other people, and rather than quench this thirst or curiousity for what I always knew in seconds, minutes, hours, maybe 1 day…I’m just left sitting, and thinking…and dancing.
Work has been off to a pretty fantastic start for 2/3’s of the week. The other 1/3 of the work week has been a little iffy. Starting off a couple mornings with a room full of 2 year old munchkin babies whom, for the most part, scream and cry for their mothers, is…well, less than ideal. Scientists call this age, “preoperational”, meaning that at 2 years old, a child can start to recognize mental thought as something other than motor skills. Basically, they can use their imaginations. However, my definition of “preoperational” really means….”before operating”. Meaning, they can’t operate, and are very very egocentric. You can’t blame them, the poor little munchkins. But really, in some ways you can. Give me a room full of whiny teenagers, I’ll whip em in to shape. But a room of crying 2 year olds? Yea, I’ll whip them in to shape too! (but i won’t like it.)
But really, the bulk of my multi-taking left-handed brain is not focusing on these primordial humans. Trying hard to focus on the positive things, my Chuvah and a plan…a plan for success without losing my gord.
Eliot gave a fantastic rendition of our day at Franklin Park Zoo last week.
But I have a nice Photo Gallery for you to see!
See the ANIMALS of FPZ!
The nicest day of the year has rolled in on this fine Friday morning. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and my Munchkin Face Kitty is cackling through the windows. The thermometer says 72, but it feels more like 90. A fine morning indeed, waking up to the sweet sounds of Jeff Buckley’s Lilac Wine, which is my favorite Jeff Buckley song. Then, come to find out in the NYT Arts Section, a movie is being made of this young deceased singer/songwriter.
Maureen Dowd wrote a great column on Saturday about the Prime Minister of Japan, Junichiro Koizumi, and George W. visiting Graceland in Memphis last week. The photo pictured on CNN website is a tame, welcome-to-graceland shot of the happy family. But the real story was when they were inside the Elvis Museum, and Koizumi started doing, as Dowd puts it, “Thin Elvis air guitar, and Fat Elvis karate chops.”
Everybody loves Elvis, naturally. A couple of weeks ago, Eliot and I were watching the Travel channel. It was a program about night life in Japan - which beats NYC by a longshot! Clubs are open all night, and some don’t even open until 6am. Businessmen and laymen alike share in the fun of drinking at these cozy bars, really the size of a kitchenette. And they all do Elvis Karaoke! The only thing missing from the special were shots of the Robots at the hot dog stands - that’s what I want to see.
The 4th of July came and went like the wind, but not without a few spectacular moments. I woke up in the morning with flashbacks to the morning of Rosh Hashanah, when Eliot and I slept through services. It was 9:30am, and we were supposed to have met my parents at 8:30 at their house. I got right on the phone and we hustled to make the drive up to Gloucester. With fears of the parking lot filling up, we still managed to get Cigarettes, Beverages, Dunkin Donuts coffee, and Egg and Cheese bagels! And we made it to the beach in plenty of time to get a parking spot.
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We left the beach when it starting raining, and in some kind of technology-deprived mental state, Eliot and I decided to go to Jordan’s Furniture in Reading to see Superman 3D. What a trip! And I’m not talking about Superman. As you walk in to this white concrete building, you are immediately bombarded with insane amounts of stimulation. This includes, but is not limited to, people flying on trapezes, larger-than-life structures made purely out of Jelly Beans, and a wall-size Green Monster robot that is eating a full-size Yankees player. Very weird, but super awesome in the scope of things!
In other related news, some super smart physicists at Stanford are half-seriously studying the physics of Superman. From Slashdot, “The article tells of ‘a scientific experiment in which a researcher put several chickens in a centrifuge and raised them in twice-normal gravity for months at a time. When they emerged, the chickens were stronger and had larger bones and muscles, and greater endurance. In other words, they were superchickens.’ Do they have human sized centrifuges?”
But speaking of regenerating strength in humans and animals, Stem Cells are still the best forward solution to most diseases, including MS.
From the National MS Society
The nerve cells were transplanted into several groups of rats with spinal cord injury. Some rats also received injections of a drug called rolipram (an agent that also helps to overcome myelin inhibition of nerve regeneration), and some also received cells that specifically secreted the growth factor GDNF (glial cell-derived neurotrophic factor) into the spinal cord. Three months after transplant, rats that had received all treatments — stem cells, rolipram, dbcAMP, and GDNF — had several hundred new nerve fibers, more than any other group. The nerve fibers succeeded in connecting with a lower leg muscle, and the rats showed significant improvement in hind limb grip strength. No other group showed improvement.
On this same thread, I recently read in the NYT that the Roman Catholic church is working to excommunicate scientists who engage in Stem Cell research. I thought this was the “culture of life”. But it seems that to the church, life not yet lived means more than life living.
Recital Time.(See, Recital 1989) How do I describe it? It’s often known as “crazy” (i.e. insane). Or as my friend said on Gtalk the other day, “Oh snap, so you are in kook out mode.” I have a list-a-mile-long that is actually getting shorter by the day. My productivity levels have gone through the roof in a very physical sense. The digital end of my life lessens as the physical increases. Personally, I like both but there’s something extra special about the physicalities of running around, getting psyched, working the body, spending time with the friends and colleagues, and cleaning dances to be ready for the stage. It is my life, and I love it.
Mostly, recital time always brings me consistency. Alot can be inconsistent in life, whether it be love, relationships, good and bad hair days, splenda or sugar, Pall Malls or Basics… I tend to thrive off the constants, and there are some constants that I have been extra thankful for…the studio being one of them. What would I do with myself? The studio is like my heart and soul, and I’ve always used dance as this emotional release. Not in any super spiritual way, but moreso in the releasing-endorphins-from-movement sense. It’s really effective, I’ll tell ya.
Looking towards the future, things are looking up. I get to do more shows! Melrose Youth Ballet, which you heard about back in December ‘05 Yes, that’s me dressed up as a Victorian mother on stage, but this year there will be no waltzing, no curling of the hair, and no pretending to be prim and proper. Hell no peoples, I’m officially Assistant Director of the entire operation. It took a year of being their bitch to gain their confidence in me, but that’s okay because it’s all in the past. Here I am today with the mad skills of putting on shows, and they got to recognize big C when she brings down the house!
It really was no miracle. What happened was just this. The wind began to switch - the house to pitch and suddenly the hinges started to unhitch.
Today I got this phonecall from a mysterious woman from the temp agency that I supposedly work for. Oh, except for the fact that they never call me. And really, I call atleast every 2 weeks to check in about job openings. It’s really kind of worthless. But today they “found a perfect fit” for me. The person who reccomended me for the position was Joe, the man I met one on one with at my interview at the agency. The position was mostly administrative, working for the Harvard School of Public Health. I like Schools of Public Health personally. They fund a lot of research studies, and often times pay people to participate in them. I did a couple of them myself while I was in college. Also, the one’s I really like are ones that fund programs for the community. But I don’t know much about the Harvard one, I’m sure it’s fantastic. They needed someone to work in the department that deals mostly with “sensitive issues, such as death.” I would be fielding calls from patients/family members and other people who are near losing someone, or have lost someone already. Well, I thought, I’ll hear this one out. All the while thinking, “why me?” I know I’m a sensitive girl, but come on…
All in all, death is something I like to keep in close quarters. It has been ever-present in my life in the second degree for the past few weeks. And my heart can only reach so far, and it has been going out to friends and family for some time, and I want to save the good parts of it that are left to make more round trips when round trips are needed. You know, hearts use flyer miles too.
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Friday June 16, 2006 ~ 7pm
Winchester High School
80 Skillings Rd, Winchester MA
[be there or be square]
Picasa is this really great and fun photo indexing/gallery tool that Google developed. It’s much easier to browse through than My Documents > My Pictures, and also it has built in editing features that work really great! Rotating, cropping, red eye, tints, and my favorite…”Feeling Lucky”.
This in conjunction with the Airtight Interactive Autoviewer Picasa Template makes for fun photo galleries!
Vitamin D is nicknamed “the sunshine vitamin.”
For those of you don’t live on the East Coast, and more specifically, the Northeast Coast, you should know it has been raining here for approximately 5.5 days. I don’t mean cloudy and drizzle, I mean mostly downpours, and river-like puddles throughout the cities we live in. My hometown of Melrose always has a really hard time with rainstorms like this.
When I was in 8th grade there was a mighty rainstorm that lasted several days. It was the end of October, and our Middle School basement (also known as the cafeteria), got terribly flooded. As did the “Knoll” soccer field, the parking lot, and the front steps of the middle school, not to mention the Lynn Fell Parkway on which the school is located. Needless to say, they had to cancel school for several days. The elementary schools cancelled as well, for fear that children may contract rare forms of Hepatitis. My friend’s father was canoeing throughout one of the soccer fields in Melrose, snapping pictures; for he is a photographer.
I know that it’s old hat to say that the rain is depressing, but I’m sorry, I just cannot lie. The phenomenons of this Earth do amaze me, and yes I appreciate the necessity of water for insect, plant, animal, and human life. But come on! I need the Sunshine to release the Melanin and Vitamin D in my system! I need to feel the blanket of warmth on my face. Life just isn’t the same without fixed pupils squinting in the sun!
To stay up to date on tracking this shitstorm, please refer to 3rdarm.biz ’round the bizclock weather doppler.
Yesterday was Mother’s Day. And unintentionally being cheesy, I did feel like there was some sunshine. After teaching a Mother/Daughter tap class (ahem, one mother and daughter showed up) I came home to feed the Munchkin and then headed over to meet the family at my Grandma’s house in Somerville. I felt like the girl that went Over the River and Through the Woods to Grandmother’s House (We Go). Since there were many people there we met on the 2nd floor Sun-room. It’s a big Solarium with tons of beautiful lush green plants, and glass ceilings. Green paint on the walls with yellow awnings. It really is cheerful. Plus, we played Scrabble, and my Auntie gail won the game.
Later that night my Dad and I played another game at home. Boy was it intense! It was a close game the whole way through. In the end, my Dad won by 7 points. 324 to 317 - a score to write home about if you ask me.
Life’s uncertainty has got my by the bullhorns and is pulling me in to rainstorms and such things that I know little about. Time is on my side, or is it? The future holds the key and I want to go on a vacation to somewhere beautiful. But until then, I’ll try to keep blogging…
