Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Quick! Blog About It!

In continuing this week's theme of "short entries re: triviality", I point you to this:

Oh, come on.

I don't have too much to say, other than that it was only a matter of time, I suppose, and "Keep Austin Weird' it ain't.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Typical Minutia Obsessed Blogger Nonsense

When did everyone start closing their emails with "Cheers"? Didn't we fight a revolution against this kind of thing? George Washington would have signed his emails with something awesome and very American, I have no doubt. Something like "Rock and Roll, George Washington" or "If you're not for us, you're against us, George Washington," or maybe even "Word, George Washington."

This rant from someone who insists on spelling "gray" with an 'e'.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

My Hipz

It's 2:48 a.m. and my hips are absolutely screaming. Whatever side I'm lying on to sleep, that hip begins to hurt, then throb, and eventually I have to turn over. Trouble is, the other side typically hurts a bit as well, so flipping over (which is an adventure unto itself) just kind of eases the agony for a couple of minutes, and it's not long before I've got both sides aching away.
Getting up and walking helps - as soon as I'm able to walk in the proper way. I generally shuffle and stumble around a bit before I can finally walk normally. Then the hips feel good.
Also, lying on my back to sleep helps, though I know I'm not supposed to do that. Since I know it's not a good idea, I can't sleep if I'm lying that way.
Placing a pillow between my knees helps not at all. The wedge under my belly helps a bit (thank you, Regis), but as this kid gets bigger the hip thing is progressively worsening.
I'm going to try a hot bath before bed tomorrow, and if anyone knows of any gentle, safe stretching/yoga stuff I can do for my hips, I would love to know about it.
Time to go read a zillion message boards about hip pain during pregnancy...

Thursday, January 24, 2008


Here's another picture of my ever-expanding belly. The person living inside is apparently in the 75th percentile of size for its gestational age. Big baby! I think that I'm 34 weeks in this pic.

Monday, January 21, 2008

Good News

Forgotten Albuquerque will be a book. I signed the contract last Wednesday. Deadline is in June, but I'm not sure how soon after that it'll actually be published. Hey, I've finally found somebody to give me money for doing what I want.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Baby Registry

I'm sorry. This is incredibly tacky of me.

Baby Shower?

So, what do you do when you're pregnant and your closest friends live all over the world and the cost of flying in to celebrate your impending family addition is pretty much prohibitive? Initially, you say, "well, forget it. I don't need a baby shower anyway." Then you mom and your mom-in-law and your husband's grandfather's wife and admin director in your office and the lady behind the counter at the Co-Op inform you that this is not acceptable. So, what the heck do you do?

It turns out, this isn't an altogether uncommon phenomenon.

It seems that military mommas have been dealing with this little pickle for decades. The result is what's called a Mail Shower, or shower-by-mail. It basically involves sending "invitations" to everyone, saying something to the effect of "I really wish that you could be here in person, but since you can't, send me some stuff anyway?" Then the momma-to-be has a scheduled date to receive a shower of gifts and takes photographs opening each one that she then sends to the giver with a thank-you card.

Recently, the mail shower has been replaced by the Web Shower. This one is more of a business, with entire web-based companies "hosting" your shower. Though I suppose it could be done using a Wiki site for free. The benefits here are the possibility of faster response to friends and family, and the ability to add video to a site.

At any rate, with my baby due to arrive in under six weeks, I guess I better figure SOMEthing out, and pretty quick!

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Holy Shit, The Holidays are Over

If I ever write a John Lennon-esque post-Christmas song, that's going to be the title.

Congratulations everyone, we made it. Even though Courtney and I did not venture too far afield this year, the holidays were the usual mixture of wonderful and grueling; I'm glad they happened and I'm glad they're over.

So, here I am at 8:45 AM at the Double Rainbow Flying Star Cafe, sucking down some decidedly just-the-right-side-of-mediocre coffee and simulteneously avoiding and working on another secret project that I'll hopefully have more to say about in a month or so. Things are looking good in the new year, Courtney got promoted, Forgotten Albuquerque got some positive attention, there's the project I mentioned, I'm living in the town I've been desperately wanting to get back to for five years and the woman I love will soon be giving birth to our first child. What more could we ask? Well, I've been lusting after a Wii, but even I know that it's probably best not to go down that dark road.


Sandia at dusk, as seen from my backyard. Or, as I like to think of it, Albuquerque in a nutshell.

Our neighborhood roadrunner. We thought he was pretty cute until we saw him repeatedly batter a struggling sparrow's skull into the pavement. Now, we are in awe.

Courtney and I took the dogs up to the volcanoes on Albuquerque's west side. It's a strange, moody place. They've been dormant for ages (though not, it should be pointed out, extinct), so there's no crater or anything that dramatic, just huge outcroppings of scorched rock. This is a shot of the rim of the small one. It's a pretty dark photo, but I love the sense of alien landscape it gives.

A moment later the light had changed. Winter Explorer Ty comes with everything seen here.

Sharka has a compulsion to pose upon the highest point in any given setting.

Looking east toward Albuquerque from the volcano peak. It's hard to get an idea of height in the photo, but the tiny person shaped speck in the middle foreground is Courtney. Tesuque's in there somewhere but I haven't found her.