Don't Trash the 'Nati

Thursday, August 31, 2006

You laugh at my recent obsession with Swedish pop music, but you are the one missing out. I walk down the street with an extra hop in my step listening to the charming tunes by my new favorite bands. The term "Swedish pop" probably evokes images of Ace of Base or ABBA however today's Swedish pop is much better. ("Better than ABBA? HOW?" you ask.)

It all started with Jens Lekman. Todd has his album and he uploaded it onto my iPod. Some of the songs came up on my shuffle mode and I wondered "Who is this infectious Jens Lekman?" When Jens came to town on tour I was enamoured with my dear Swedish Jens and his back-up band of 7 adorable Swedish women.

When I signed up for last.fm I became connected to a whole new world. I am amazed at the generosity of my 18 year old Swedish friend who, upon hearing my plight about the difficulty of finding Swedish pop music in the US helped me to **find way to legally obtain all of the music I was interested in.** Today I am tapping my toes to Suburban Kids with Biblical names (ALL THREE ALBUMS!), The Embassy, Lo-Fi-FNK, I'm From Barcelona (BOTH ALBUMS!), The Cardigans newest albums, and Hello Saferide (only the three free songs from their website, phooey! They are delicious. http://www.hellosaferide.com/?page_id=3) Oh, and Håkan Hellström but all 4 of his albums are in Swedish so it's a little bit odd. It's a musical shmorgasborg on my iPod today.

It's absolutely glorious having all this exciting new music; possibly the most exciting thing that has happened all summer.

Monday, August 28, 2006

I feel like I am supposed to like Katie Couric, but I find her exhausting. Whenever I see her perky little face on TV I just want to scream "You're not that cute!" I don't see the appeal. I don't understand why she was hired by CBS, she has shown absolutely zero skills as a hard hitting, serious journalist. Her hottest story of the season was "what fashion is hot for back to school 2005." And the giggles! Everytime she flubs a line she freaking giggles! Will she continue to do that on CBS? Does that qualify somebody to anchor a serious news program? I think Ann Curry was robbed!

Friday, August 18, 2006

I belong to a book club made up of 20-something professional women who are new to the Cincinnati area. The membership is quite fluid but we've existed for a year now. In order to celebrate I'm inviting everybody down to my apartment in the scary part of town. We are going to do a book exchange and then go to some of the local bars. The group leader sent out e-vite invitations so I can see who to expect. There are going to be 8 people coming...including our only male member. Our male member is about 60 years old. This is going to be awkward. I mean, dude, we're going bar hopping. I really wish he weren't coming.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

I have an unhealthy distaste for blue pens. I would even perhaps call it a hatred of blue pens.

It makes me feel very unsettled.

The only working pen I have in my office right now is blue.

Not only do I dislike using blue ink, I hate seeing other people use blue ink. No other color ink has this effect on me.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

I have discovered a new time waster. In case you are unfamiliar: www.last.fm It's mind boggling...and addicting...and a bit like big brother. I do think that I am a bit older than the target demographic but I will hold on to the last shreds on my youth.

I'll give you a run down of the premise. You download this program called Audio Sproggler or something like that. Then you listen to music on your computer. The program automatically downloads every song you listen to and compiles a giant list of your favorite artists and albums and songs of the week, month and year. Then the program will match you up with people who have similar taste in music as you. The problem is that it will only record the music you listen to on your computer, not your iPod. So I downloaded iSproggler and now I can record the music from my iPod, too! I need to be careful what I listen to in order to keep up my indie street cred. No more Sinead O'Connor and showtunes for me! Van Halen "Hot for Teacher" came up on my shuffle mode. I was so mortified that I had to play 10 more songs before going to bed so it wasn't on my top 10. As if anybody was looking at my profile.

So, do you use last.fm? Let's be friends!

By the way, my car kicked the bucket last night at the YMCA. I had to have it towed. Todd and I missed the free sneak preview of Little Miss Sunshine. It was really sad to see my car carried off by the tow truck. I told Todd I felt like my child was going off to rehab; it was bittersweet. I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but it did. I was eager for the car to get better, but I knew that there might be a long road ahead...and that it was going to be expensive. I thought I was so clever with my analogy.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

This weekend Todd participated in the World's Largest Human Typewriter. (He was the letter W.) I'm not entirely sure how it worked.

On Saturday we decided to venture out of the Cincinnati city limits for a change. I've been feeling boring lately, mostly because I am bored, so we needed to have a change of scenery. We consulted our "Day Trips from Cincinnati" book and headed North-East to Lebanon. Contrary to the news reports, we found the city intact and no signs of Israeli bombs. (haha....)

After a few wrong turns (Thanks Google Maps!) and a brief bicker between Todd and I, we reached our final destination. Lebanon was a quaint town filled with antique shops and bric-a-brac gift shops. We dined at the village Ice Cream Parlor and had delicious burgers and real cherry cokes. Apparently The village Parlor was films in both Milk Money and Harper Valley PTA. They seemed very proud of this. They also sold postcards of local attractions, including a postcard of G.W. Bush giving a speech in front of the Inn right across the street. The village had a few framed autographs of Republicans that had passed through the city...Bush, Dole, Bush Sr... Notice a trend...

After a trip to the Warren County History Museum (where we learned all about the fashions of the high society ladies in Warren County 100 years ago) we visited the Golden Turtle Chocolate Factory. Yum! It smelled wonderful.

In the 5th bric-a-brac gift shop we visited we realized a pattern. I was looking at the paper dolls when I noticed that they had paper dolls for Nancy Reagan, George and Barbara Bush, Nixon and his family, Gerald Ford and his family....and that was it. I mean, while it is an option that they were just sold out of the Hillary Clinton and Jimmy Carter paper dolls, it seems more likely that they just never had them...

I began to realize that Todd and I were not welcome in this city. It all started to fit together...I mean, had we even seen a person of color since we entered Lebanon? There were an awful lot of American Flags lining the streets. We decided that we had to get out before our car was plastered with "Support Our Troops" bumper stickers.

On our way back to Cincinnati we stopped at Northside (The gay part of the city) because we just had to be near some like-minded people. We rented some movies at our favorite video store and bought some new CDs. For the record, I am really digging "Boy Least Likely To." I would suggest that everybody pick up a copy. (It's really fun!)

This weekend Todd participated in the World's Largest Human Typewriter. (He was the letter W.) I'm not entirely sure how it worked.

On Saturday we decided to venture out of the Cincinnati city limits for a change. I've been feeling boring lately, mostly because I am bored, so we needed to have a change of scenery. We consulted our "Day Trips from Cincinnati" book and headed North-East to Lebanon. Contrary to the news reports, we found the city intact and no signs of Israeli bombs. (haha....)

After a few wrong turns (Thanks Google Maps!) and a brief bicker between Todd and I, we reached our final destination. Lebanon was a quaint town filled with antique shops and bric-a-brac gift shops. We dined at the village Ice Cream Parlor and had delicious burgers and real cherry cokes. Apparently The village Parlor was films in both Milk Money and Harper Valley PTA. They seemed very proud of this. They also sold postcards of local attractions, including a postcard of G.W. Bush giving a speech in front of the Inn right across the street. The village had a few framed autographs of Republicans that had passed through the city...Bush, Dole, Bush Sr... Notice a trend...

After a trip to the Warren County History Museum (where we learned all about the fashions of the high society ladies in Warren County 100 years ago) we visited the Golden Turtle Chocolate Factory. Yum! It smelled wonderful.

In the 5th bric-a-brac gift shop we visited we realized a pattern. I was looking at the paper dolls when I noticed that they had paper dolls for Nancy Reagan, George and Barbara Bush, Nixon and his family, Gerald Ford and his family....and that was it. I mean, while it is an option that they were just sold out of the Hillary Clinton and Jimmy Carter paper dolls, it seems more likely that they just never had them...

I began to realize that Todd and I were not welcome in this city. It all started to fit together...I mean, had we even seen a person of color since we entered Lebanon? There were an awful lot of American Flags lining the streets. We decided that we had to get out before our car was plastered with "Support Our Troops" bumper stickers.

On our way back to Cincinnati we stopped at Northside (The gay part of the city) because we just had to be near some like-minded people. We rented some movies at our favorite video store and bought some new CDs. For the record, I am really digging "Boy Least Likely To." I would suggest that everybody pick up a copy. (It's really fun!)

Friday, August 11, 2006

Yesterday I went to get my very first manicure/pedicure ever. For some odd reason the person doing my nails did a french manicure to my toes and jusy clear polish to my fingernails. I think it's mostly my fault because I didn't understand what he was asking me (yes, I had a male manicurist) and I felt uncomfortable because, hey, this person was touching my feet.

All in all it was a nice experience. Expensive, but nice. My cuticles (which are usually mangled and bloody because I pick at them) have never looked better. My feet were really really rough and now they are soft as a baby's bottom. (Thanks to the razor they used to take CHUNKS of skin off my feet.)

My only complaint is that I feel so high maintanance now. I mean, I just wasted that much money on something as frivolous as fingernails. It seems so shallow. I hate that my toes are painted in the "french manicure" style. I think it looks so plastic and fake. That's not a normal look for toes!

Oh well, it's not permanent. Maybe I'll do it again in another 22 years.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Our kickball team had a double header last night and I am happy to say that we no longer have zero wins! We won our first game! Of course we won by default because the other team didn't show up but really, details, details. A win is a win, right?

We lost our second game, of course. After the first half of the first inning the score was 9-0. That was pretty bad. I said that we needed an Emilio Estevez or Billy Bob Thorton or Tom Hanks character to come and whip us rag-tag kickball players into a real team! Well that little pep talk helped us to score 6 points in the next inning! The final score was 21-14. Not too shabby. I think the score accurately reflects the defense of both teams.

Now, who's excited about Snakes on a Plane? www.snakesonaplane.com

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

I love Tim Gunn. Project Runway is no longer airing on NBC, they just aired two shows as a teaser. It was quite cruel. However, since I am Project Runway obsessed, I download the Tim Gunn Podcast each week and listen to it at work. I love Tim Gunn, he's awesome. He calms me down when I am getting stressed out at work.

Todd and I went to a Cincinnati Reds Baseball game last night. Actually I was working the whole time, but Todd got to watch the game. It is really sad that the Reds lost 13-1. I think the Reds were channeling the energy of my kickball team. We will have to go back to the game another time when the Reds are paying a bad team so they will win.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Todd and I had quite an eventful weekend. On Friday night we went out to eat at a little restaurant called "Slims." Todd has heard people raving about this place for a while and is always bugging me to go there. On Friday night I gave in, and we went to Slims.

We went in and it was a very small place. They asked if we had reservations and of course we did not. This was not a problem as only about half the seats were taken. We let the waiter know this was our first time here, generally a prompt for him to tell us any weird things about the restaurant. He did not. He asked if we wanted some wine. We did not...but Todd asked what kinds of beer they had.
Waiter: "Well, uh, we don't have a liquor license."
Todd: "Then how do you serve wine?"
Waiter: "We can run across the street to the liquor store and get you a bottle."
Us: "No thanks."

Strange, huh?

We get our menus and look through them. The next strange thing is that they are hand written and difficult to read. I mean, would it kill them to use a computer? The third thing is that there are no prices on the menu. That is always a sign that you are about to spend a lot more money than you wanted to spend. We choose our entrees and the waiter comes back to take our order.
Waiter: "Oh, I forgot to tell you, on Friday and Saturday nights we only do a prix fixes meal, appetizer, salad and entree for $30."
Us: "Uhhhh....."
Waiter: "I'll come back in a few minutes."

At this point Todd really wants to leave. Quite frankly, I want to leave, too, but it seemed rude to sit there for a while, drink their water and then get up and leave. It seemed like a disorganized and quite frankly, a shady place. I can't even pronounce half the appetizers let alone want to eat them. Todd was trying to convince me to just make a run for it when the waiter came back and said that since they weren't busy they will allow us to simply order an entree. Lucky us.

After waiting over an hour for our food, it arrives. All in all, it's just simply mediocre food with a fancy presentation. My food was served in an octagon shaped black plastic bowl. It was really difficult to eat out of the bowl...but it certainly looked pretty!

After being there for 2 hours (I'm not exaggerating...) the check arrived. Eager to get out of this place, Todd puts his credit card on the table. The waiter comes back 15 minutes later to tell us, that they don't accept credit/debit cards. At this point I am honestly ready to scream FUCK YOU. I know that there are some independent places that don't take credit cards, but if you are a restaurant that charges $30 a meal you had better take credit cards. Honestly, who carries that much cash around with them? I had just gone to the ATM so we were able to pay but we had to dig around for some change to add to the tip. It was pretty sad.

But our night doesn't end there...oh no.

We walked down to our favorite video store and rented some videos for the weekend. As we were leaving the store and walking back to our car two men were storming down the sidewalk, clearly engaging in some kind of disagreement. Todd and I took a step back as we followed them. They were heading in the same direction as our car. We realized soon that they were a father/son duo. The father was pissed and on a mission. The adult son kept trying to calm him down and the Dad would literally push him away. At one point the dad reached in a garbage can and pulled out a big 2 foot stick. (??)

At this time Todd and I decided we should cross the street because something was about to explode. As soon as we crossed the street all hell broke loose. The dad started fighting with what seemed like a random man on the street wearing a do-rag. At first is was just the two men and the stick. I got out my phone and called 911. The fight was moved to the street and was obviously blocking traffic on quite a busy road. (All of this was happening right in front of Todd's car; we were hoping nobody would get their head smashed into the window.) Within a few moments the fight involved about 5-6 other people (including women with long fingernails) and a crowd of 25 or so watching and/or encouraging the fighting.

At one point as I am giving a play by play to the 911 operator she asked, "are there any other weapons besides sticks?" I think I replied "Not that I can see, but it's a big stick." Haha. That would make a funny transcript.

The fight broke up before the police got there. I was mildy disappointed because I wanted to be the observer interviewed by the local news. Unfortunately street fights are such a common occurrence in the Nati that they don't make the local news unless somebody dies.

That was our wild Friday night. We stopped on the way home for some ice cream and laughed about the events that unfolded moments before.

Friday, August 04, 2006

I decided to take a Myers-Briggs personality test today because, hey, it's Friday and I really don't have much to do at work.

It comes as little surprise that I am an INFJ. Most interestingly my co-worker and I were talking about Myers-Briggs personality tests and she said, "You're an INFJ, definitely." Spooky...

Here is what an INTJ means: The Counselor. I have to admit, it's quite bizarre how well it describes me.

http://keirsey.com/personality/nfij.html

So, you should do one, too. I want to know what makes everybody else tick.

http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes1.htm

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Things that have annoyed me this week:
1. An Envoy SUV parked in a spot marked "subcompact cars only."
2. The homeless men who whistle and call me "baby" everyday on my way to work.
3. The temperature being 90+ everyday with heat index of 100+
4. My car, which decided to stop working...while I was driving down the road...twice.
5. The fact that I spent $800 on car repairs last week and my car STILL doesn't function properly.
6. The fact that NOBODY knows exactly what is wrong with my car, but everybody thinks they know it must be something different.
7. The headache that I have.
8. The person who called my work yesterday asking for a woman who hasn't worked for us in over a year. When I told her that she no longer worked here she said, "well do you think she could do a speech for us?" Bitch, no. I don't know.
9. The United Way...and our suggested (mandatory) donations to them.
10. Due to my car problems I wasn't able to go to my kickball game...which is okay because apparently my team lost 15-0.
11. I'm always the one who ends up having to do things for work overnight, on evenings and weekends. Like I'm just supposed to give up all my time at a minutes notice. But I always do it anyway.
12. This guy is actually named Whipple Spaulding III. I am annoyed that somebody actually named their son Whipple three times in recent history. It's not cool. http://www.nytimes.com/2006/06/04/fashion/weddings/04nels.html?ex=1154750400&en=7bc4957ea180319f&ei=5070

That's all for now, but I'm sure I'll come up with some new things later.