Rock Meme-Kathryn Dawn Lang

Favorite artist of an ex.

Artist/Band: k.d. lang (b. 11/2/1961)
Are you male or female: Big Boned Gal
Describe yourself: I Want It All; Just Keep Me Moving
How do some people feel about you: Constant Craving
How do you feel about yourself: Lifted by Love
Describe what you want to be: Honky Tonk Angels’ Medley
Describe how you live: In Perfect Dreams; Once Again Around the Dance Floor
Describe how you love: Big Big Love
Share a few words of wisdom: Don’t Be a Lemming Polka; Tears Don’t Care Who Cries Them; So It Shall Be

Ego


I have hit six months of blogging today. I’ve never missed a day, though I’ve come darn close a couple times.

There was this blogger who wrote something called Fanboy Rampage who quit posting this past month after two years, much to the chagrin of several people. I have no opinion about this development, rarely having read his column. But this situation was so disconcerting that this person had been re-evaluating why he posts. I would feel badly if HE stopped blogging, because I would miss his pithy observations. (BTW, I received a Halloween package from him yesterday, with a CD from him, one from his wife, and a new 25-cent comic book, a rare commodity these days.)

For me, ultimately, I have to post for ME. There are times I post a question and get no responses or just one or two, and I wish I could get more.
Specifically, I STILL want to know:
Is Pam from The Office (US version) attractive, and why? (You can ensure domestic tranquility.)
Are there other albums that use a song as the function title song, such as Shawn Colvin’s “Sunny Came Home”, that contains the line, “A Few Small Repairs”

And I can’t tick off SOMEONE by suggesting that Amos ‘n’ Andy be shown?

But I have to keep remembering that the reason I was doing this thing in the first place was self-expression. I didn’t know if anyone (besides a couple people) would even find it.
(My wife rarely reads it, so when she says, “What did you post today, I harumph, “Go READ it!” rather than try to encapsulize it.)
I continue to be amazed that people I don’t know manage to find it and peruse it more than once.

Besides, it is a place I can post information I receive about Samuel Alito’s America here and here via e-mail. (Alito is the next contestant on “Supreme Court Roulette”.) Or I might find something in today’s newspaper about singing mice that I want to share.

This run I have is rather like Cal Ripkin, Jr.’s consecutive game streak. There are days when I should have benched myself. And sooner or later, I’ll be on a trip, and I’ll be unable to post, and that will be OK. (It will have to be OK, he said to himself, grimacing.) I was comforted by Burgas, because he passed on writing for a whole weekend as he traveled east. (NO football predictions! No pithy links!) But then he revealed, by his own definition, how dumb he is (he missed a wedding he traveled 2500 miles to attend), so that mitigated my comfort level.

Gee, I do love to pick on Greg. On Friday, he wrote:
Washington (+2) 20, NEW YORK GIANTS 17. Tough game to pick. The Giants should be emotionally ready to win one for their dead owner, Wellington Mara, but I’m taking the Washingtonians. I hope they tie, actually. Can’t they both lose?
I replied: “No way the Giants lose at home after Mara’s death.”
Greg’s answer: See, because you say ‘no way,’ that’s why I’m picking against them. I think they’ll be full of confidence to start, but if Washington holds them off in the first quarter, the momentum will start to change.
On Sunday: Giants 36, Washington 0, which means I’m 1-0 for the season, and I’ll quit while I’m ahead. Actually, that game notwithstanding, Greg’s gotten pretty good at that sports selection process.

Meanwhile, I continue to have more ideas to write about than time to write them, especially since my Internet at home will be down for at another couple weeks.

Once again, I must thank (or curse) Fred Hembeck for getting me started on this electronic cruise.

Rock meme-Lyle Lovett


When we first had four librarians in our office in 1998, this was one of the few artists that everyone could tolerate.

Artist/Band: Lyle Lovett (b. 11/1/1956), which makes him the big 5-0 next year
Are you male or female: Stand By Your Man; I Know You Know
Describe yourself: Long Tall Texan; Skinny Legs; I’ve Gort the Blues
How do some people feel about you: Nobody Knows Me; They Don’t Like Me
How do you feel about yourself: Old Friend; I Think You Know What I Mean
Describe what you want to be: Record Lady
Describe how you live: You’ve Been So Good Up to Now
Describe how you love: I Loved You Yesterday; Give Back My Heart; I Love Everybody
Share a few words of wisdom: Here I Am; It Ought to Be Easier; Once is Enough

Costume party

I thought I had outgrown Halloween by the time I was 25, but discovered that I had not.

My (not so old) friend Susan had a bunch of friends that I knew, primarily from a poetry workshop she helped organize. One of the group was going to have a Halloween costume party. I’m not sure that I had any costume ideas, but Susan did, and when she suggested, I embraced it. (Or so I remember.)

I had a beard and a mustache at the time, so I shaved them. Then Susan and a couple of her friends made me up. We found a dress in a second-hand store, a wig and shoes from somewhere, and we went to the party, she as “Sid”, and me as “Shirley”.

I affected a high pitched voice, but frankly, I figured that people would know it was me. After all, I was still a six-foot black person. Much to my shock and amazement, no one recognized me! Well, not until later in the evening, when my “five o’clock shadow” starred to appear.

The Halloween of 1978 inspired me to dress up for several years thereafter, though never again in drag.

Happy Halloween to everyone, especially to “Sid”, who I’ve finally gotten in contact with again after several years, and to FGH for scanning the picture.

Or put another way, in my friend Mark’s Sanheim greeting: “This Time, the Dark Night, the New Year, the Thinned Veil; remember your ancestry, Turn to face the Dawn. It Goes, then comes again.
Blessings Be.”

Bats in the belfry

The first time we saw a bat in the house (I’m talking the mammal variety, not the sports variety) was in June 2002. I woke up about 3 a.m. for no particular reason. It must have been a moonlit night, because, although there were no lights on in the house, I could just make out something in the corner of the room.
“Carol!” I whispered insistently. “There’s a bat in the room!” I pointed to the general direction of the critter’s location. She replied, “OK.” O.K.? “Leave it alone and it’ll leave us alone.” Carol grew up in a very small, nearly rural, area, and that was the credo: leave animals alone and it will generally reciprocate.

Well, swell, but how do I sleep now, knowing that there’s a beast only a few yards away?

About ten minutes later, the bat suddenly swooped down towards us. We put the covers over our heads, ran out of the room, and closed the door behind us.
I went onto the computer and came to the site of the Monroe County Health Department in Rochester. The site says: “If it is certain the bat did not have contact with a person or pet, the bat can be allowed to leave through an open window.”
Well, we weren’t exposed, so that’s good.

We went to sleep in the guest room, with the door closed, after thorough examination of the corners.
The next morning (oh, two hours later), I ran into our bedroom, opened the window, ran out, and closed the door. A while later, I opened the door and didn’t see the bat. But my wife wanted to be sure, so she called a bat removal guy. He came over in a few hours, checked around, and didn’t find a bat. But he was obliged to contact the Albany County Health Department and tell them about possible rabies exposure. Since we were asleep when the bat arrived, there was no way to KNOW that we were not exposed, and since the bat had escaped, the creature couldn’t be tested. Two people in Albany County died of rabies from bats in the previous 5 or 6 years. That meant one thing:
RABIES SHOTS.

Carol was planning to go to Ukraine for a week of teaching within the week. The bat guy said, “Oh, you’re not going ANYWHERE,” which was greatly disappointing to her.
The good news about rabies shots is that they no longer shoot long needles into your stomach.
The bad news about rabies shots is that they still use long needles, and they leave them in until all of the serum is out. Worse, the heavier you are, the more needles you get.
So, we go to the county health department to get these shots. I got four of them. First, two nurses gave me simultaneous shots in the front of of my thighs. Involuntarily, I started humming as the needles s-l-o-w-l-y discharged the serum. Then, two shots in the back of my thighs. Pain. Humming.

Then, we needed booster shots the 3rd, 7th, 14th, and 28th days after. These are traditional shots in the arm. The head of the Health Department wrote a letter explaining to whomever that Carol would be carrying serum halfway across the world. Would the airlines be OK with Carol carrying a needle in her carry-on luggage?
Her flights were from Albany to Toronto, then Toronto to Vienna on Air Canada, then Vienna to Dnipropetrovs’k on the Austrian line. (Yes, she had to fly west to go east.) We called Air Canada to tell them the situation, but we never got the assurances we were really seeking.
On the third day, we had arranged to have our then-neighbor, who was a doctor coming home from Albany Medical Center’s night shift, to give Carol her first booster shot. Her second dosage was in a bag filled with dry ice in her carry-on bag.

No problems in Canada or Austria.
When she gets to Ukraine, the Customs personnel want to know EVERYTHING she’s carrying in, including her wedding ring, and its value. Apparently, they don’t want a lot of wealth entering and not leaving the country, or for much wealth to leave the country. When Carol declared about her medicine, though, the guy said, “Never mind,” because it would be too much of a hassle to deal with, and he failed to write it down.
So, the tour people arranged for a Ukrainian doctor to get her shot on the 7th day, and she was home for the last two boosters. Of course, I got all of my boosters at the Health department in Albany.
I was telling this story to a friend of mine, about thinking I was not exposed when health officials would determine that I might have been, when I was interrupted. “Oh, yeah, my sister went through the Same Thing.” Boy, I wish I had known that before!


In June of 2003, I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. On the first floor of our house, the chimney is in the center, adjacent to the living room and dining room. I look down and see a bat flying round and round our chimney. I go back to bed, with the door closed. Carol is awake, and I tell her what I saw. I don’t know if either of us went back to sleep.
In the morning, we called the bat removal guy, who looked for the animal, and FOUND it in the window on the landing between the first and second floor. He took it to be tested, and it was negative for rabies.


In June of 2004, Carol was coming downstairs from the first floor to the basement with a load of laundry in her arms when a bat decided to fly up the stairs. She nearly was face to face with the creature. I don’t know that we ever found that beast.

Next month, batproofing is supposed to begin, patching very small holes under the roof where bats can squeeze in. One can’t do it TOO early, lest the bats get stuck in the house all winter, and we get to see them again next spring.

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