A Pirate's Life for Me

June 27, 2005 - 12:00am -- swingbug

It's June in Sacramento Valley. Nearly July, in fact.

It's nearly July in the Sacramento Valley and I'm wearing long pants and a flannel shirt. And I'm still cold and considering another layer. What's wrong with this picture?

Well, I'm at work of course. The AC vent over my desk is whistling along merrily and the overhead fluorescent lights are twitching along in time with the song and I'm at my desk slowing shriveling up and bleaching in cumulative response.

Heaven forbid we open a window.

Funny People are Cool

June 24, 2005 - 12:00am -- swingbug

I bought a CD this week that was recommended on the webpage of a band that I'd heard and liked at Dickens Fair. (Ah, the internet... Entwining our lives and providing me with lots of stuff I don't need to spend money on... Huzzah!) Anyway, I bought the CD from a little online music store called CD Baby that sells a lot of independant labels.

My confirmation of shipping email arrived on Tuesday:

Angela's Birthday Party Pictures Posted

June 20, 2005 - 12:00am -- swingbug

Newsflash! I posted pictures from my good friend Angela's birthday party. It was much fun, as always. Check them out on my photos page.

It occured to me as I updated my photos page that there are an awful lot of pictures of me in funny costumes there. Huh. You'd think I was in to playing dress up... Or something... Hello. My name is Shannon. I stopped growing up at age 7. That's okay. Growing up is awfuller than all the awful things that ever were, or so a friend told me, once upon a time.

A Friday Interlude

June 17, 2005 - 12:00am -- swingbug

A quest for old maps took me to the dungeons of the UC Davis library today. ("Ancient maps show that Antarctica was not always covered with ice.") On the way, I passed a pick-up volleyball game in the grassy spot in the shadow of the engineering building. My husband works in a nearby building and I know he plays at this game frequently.

I spot him preparing to serve. I stop and watch him for a minute. He's tan and lean in the sunshine. He slams the ball into the far corner and gets a point from the serve. I smile. I watch him set up a spike for a teammate. Another point.

A Night at the Movies

June 16, 2005 - 12:00am -- swingbug

Dad and I went to see Star Wars III last night. A few years ago I stopped giving my parents presents for Father's Day and Mother's Day. Now we go on adventures instead. Mom and I have been to the ballet and basketball games. Dad and I typically do baseball, with a few Star Wars exceptions.

The Early Bird

June 12, 2005 - 12:00am -- swingbug

Kirkwood is melting. The tops of the mountain are still blanketed in old snow. You might even still be able to make some of the runs from the top, if you were adventurous and not overly fond of your skis.

But down at the base, water is running everywhere. The sound of it is in your ears wherever you go. Rushing rivulets push there way out from under dirty piles of old snow and cut through the newly exposed brown earth. Rivulets meets and become streams, and streams meet and become rivers, rushing off to wherever they go. Down to a valley, I suppose. Just like me.

Letters from Hell

June 9, 2005 - 12:00am -- swingbug

I'm on a 5-day geophysical survey for work down near Bakersfield. Coming into town on Monday, I wasn't sure if I'd ever been to Bakersfield before. Now I can affirm that I had not. It's an experience that lingers.

Nervous Ramblings

June 2, 2005 - 12:00am -- swingbug

My gear is packed. Got my shoes. My costumes are hanging on a nail behind my desk with my T-squares and rulers. Several coworkers came by to peak under the plastic. Blue velvet. Very nice. Nervous?

Dress rehearsal is tonight.

We had tech and blocking last night. Our first time and only time fitting our routines on to the stage. One piece went well enough. The other is a disaster waiting to happen. Nothing much to be done about that now. Waiting.



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