I’ve been pretty lax on getting some well-deserved Wii talk up on this here blog. There’s lots to announce and discuss about everything Wii, but for now we’ll start with something that we all knew would happen, the elderly love the Wii!
In this article from Daily Tech, Don Hahn, 76, said:
“I used to play Pac-Man a little bit, but with this you’re actually moving around and doing something. You’re not just sitting there pushing buttons and getting carpal tunnel.”
This is one of those things that you can’t help but snicker. But really, my heart goes out because even Robots have human flaws. We’ve all been here before…
Happy Halloween! Interestingly enough, this candy-fest holiday really does have something to do with feasting. Hallow’s Eve, as it was once called, is the precursor to All Saints Day. On November 1st, Roman Catholic tradition commemorates those people whose souls have been sentenced to purgatory. Like so many holidays we know and love, it’s a day of feasting. What better way to say, “Sorry you’re stuck in nullity forever…”?
I’ve been preparing for Halloween for about 5 days now. Not by choice, but rather by job description. Being a dance teacher of young munchkins, I (disdainfully at times) participate in all the traditions that children know as part of their life. This includes having dress up classes and parties for my classes on the week of classes prior to Halloween, and of course, on the holiday itself. I pass out black and orange goodies and pumpkinface stickers, play Halloween freezedance games to scary songs, and try my best to look unique when it comes down to it.
Today I hosted a Halloween party at Center Stage for my students who normally have classes on tuesday. It was an hour long, and only about 10 kids came. We had a great time, and today I was the Gypsy Queen!
So, feast away young munchkins, and don’t forget to bring me some extra candy!
On the mornings that I’m not hopping around like a frog, slithering like a snake, or jumping around like a monkey, I still return to one of my most pleasant memories of Cambridge. Not by reminiscing, looking at pictures or thinking of such things, but by reliving the mornings that were so peaceful. As I sit here in the backyard of my parent’s house, my laptop feeding off wireless, with cigarette in hand and coffee by my side, I have that familiar feeling - minus all the noise.
My motto of September was “time passes slowly”, or so it seemed. With some emotional grappling, and major adjustments in life, work, and style, time was on my side, and a little too much so. It’s funny how when one is in what you think to be an ideal situation, the feeling of never having enough time sets in. However, once that situation is pulled out from under you, time slows down, or so it seemed. As I’ve found my groove, so to speak, the time has been running quicker. Perhaps at a good pace now. I can see the end of the tunnel for things that have just begun. But this isn’t to say that one should sleepwalk through life, just to get to that place that she hopes to be. Instead to conquer it with a vengeance. I suppose, in so many words, to make the most of it.
We are heading in to the 5th week of Nutcracker rehearsals. I’ve only been present at 3, because my role as Assistant Director has restrictions. For what I hope to accomplish, I’m giving what I need to be giving. For what other people expect of me, it may be said differently. In so many ways, jobs come down to money, and with money comes a measurement of time. But why state the obvious, child? Because the personal comes in to play as well. Working with a group of people who I have known for 3, 5, some 10 + years, time and money has a whole different meaning. But that pull to keep a value on my time is strong. And if nothing else, it seems like the “right” thing to do. Using computers to measure our time with web-based software like dotproject is a good place to start.
Then it comes to other things in life, where time is measured in money, but for these things, the money doesn’t matter. I’ve been working on Shebrew lately, doing updates for new issues, and putting together a small photoshoot gallery to give a sweet farewell to the lovely summer months on the East Coast. Fall is here everyone, and this week’s theme is “Home.”
In other news, I just finished the book, Tuesdays with Morrie. I told my sister about it last night, and she said that it was on the 10th grade summer reading list last year at Melrose High. Morrie, a teacher, had so many beautiful things to say, and some that I took with me to teach my classes last night. Inspiring to say the least, and perhaps summed up in one of his many beautiful thoughts…
“Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too–even when you’re in the dark. Even when you’re falling.”
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.
Forget the past, except for the past couple of weeks. After moving back home to my parent’s house, I took it upon myself to give my room a completely new makeover. The furniture pretty much stayed the same, except for some remodeling and seeing a red door, and I want to paint it black.
The big venture took place when I repainted my room from what could be called, “rock star blue”, to something a little bit more…zen, we shall say. Here’s my on my 4th day of painting, feeling the heat, but knowing it’s cool.
This one’s for Eliot…