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2007-10-25, 10:21 a.m.:
First I waste about 7 hours of my life trying in vain to snag tickets to see the Rockies play the Red Sox in the World Series RIGHT HERE IN COLORADO (game 3 or game 4 - not game 5 'cause it's the season-closer Halloweeen party at the Gold Hill Inn, theme: Alice in Wonderland, and I'm going, baby. Peter's band is playing, actually, and I've never heard them play more than one set). SEVEN HOURS of online HELL. Now the Rockies have thrown up a humbling 1-13 in game 1 in Boston. I know it must be hard to play in Boston, against this giant corporation of a team with its die-hards (the best fans ever, I imagine the Red Sox have. What other fans will wait 80-odd years for the big payoff?). But STILL. I guess I expected a little more moxie from my 19-games-in-a-row undefeated home team.

I really, really wanna be a baseball fan again. I miss the Greensboro Bats. Remember Elvis? Remember Zach Day?

Aw, why'd they have to go change their name and get all fancy on us, new stadium and all.

Anyway, doesn't look like I'll be there for game 3 on Saturday night unless tickets fall from the sky. I do love baseball. More than football, but while I'm busy stating that I will add: Go friggin Broncos and Redskins with your awesome wins last week! And I pray that all the Patriots come down with colds before the weekend.

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2007-10-21, 9:32 a.m.:
Refute away, folks.

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2007-10-01, 4:57 p.m.:
Ro likes: Robots, monkeys, dogs, horses, Backyardigans, Puffy AmiYumi, Wookiees, fish tanks and pacifiers.

Optimus prime (No. 1 son) likes: Lightsabers, Jedi, Transformers, robots, Power Rangers, Ben 10, Tom & Jerry, The Flash, Hawk Girl, Green Lantern, Wonder Woman and Supergirl.

The list of things I like is too long. I'm really into the Tales of the Otori right now, and Dexter, and Heroes, and the fall, which with its aspen colors is particularly spectacular. And learning Spanish, though I may have to quit the class and fail if I can't get my hands on the movie 'Machuca' by Wednesday. And still more Japanese novels. And Bubble Shooter. I want to learn how to dance salsa. I am wondering if this is possible. I can already dance the rumba.

We went to Las Vegas and saw the Cirque du Soleil Beatles show, 'LOVE.' Which I have to report (since it sort of boggles belief and did in fact boggle my mind) was one of the top three live performance events I have experienced in my life. It was astonishing and great and revelatory and moving, and I went into the thing with impatience and a sense of duty (because Peter really, really wanted to see it). I was so silly! Cirque du Soleil are superheroes walking the earth.

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2007-09-13, 10:35 p.m.:
I watched the documentary "Children of Beslan" today, about the 2004 hostage-taking and massacre of 1200+ children and adults at an elementary school in Beslan, Russia. Over 200 adults and nearly 200 children were killed in the firefight/explosions that took place after three days of siege at the school. It was the whole story through the eyes of several child survivors. They lost fathers, mothers, siblings, friends, teachers. And saw people blown up, burnt to death, shot at close range and in cold blood. The scene was more horrific than imaginable. All the family shrines include water left out for the person lost - in jars or cups or bottles, always in front of a photo - because all the hostages suffered so terribly from thirst as the three days wore on.

The following quotes come from two little boys, respectively, one who lost a mother and the other a father:

"I was hoping that Harry Potter would come. I remembered that he had a cloak that made him invisible. And he would come and wrap me in it and we�d be invisible and we�d escape."

"I was hoping some sort of Special Forces man, or a Terminator, would come and save us all. Have you heard of an invisibility belt? A belt that makes you invisible? He would come in and pick off the terrorists one by one. And then he would have led us out. He would have been made a triple hero."

And they break my heart, especially the Harry Potter one. We're all terribly fragile in a world without superheroes.


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2007-08-19, 10:24 p.m.:
No star is o'er the lake,
Its pale watch keeping,
The moon is half awake,
Through gray mists creeping.
The last red leaves fall round
The porch of roses,
The clock hath ceased to sound,
The long day closes.

Sit by the silent hearth
In calm endeavour,
To count the sounds of mirth,
Now dumb for ever.
Heed not how hope believes
And fate disposes:
Shadow is round the eaves,
The long day closes."

The lighted windows dim
Are fading slowly.
The fire that was so trim
Now quivers lowly,
Quivers lowly.

Go to the dreamless bed
Where grief reposes;
Thy book of toil is read,
The long day closes.

Go to the dreamless bed
Where grief reposes;
Thy book of toil is read,
Thy book of toil is read,
Go to the dreamless bed,
The long day closes.

- 'The Long Day Closes' (1868)
Lyrics by HF Chorley. Music by Arthur Sullivan

And the loveliest melodies from Arthur Sullivan ....

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2007-08-15, 2:32 p.m.:
America's 10 Most Hated Substances. This really makes me want to get my hands on some true, wormwood-fueled absinthe. The green stuff.

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