I've heard rumbles that the alerts are going wacky again. Bloglines has been a fantastic tool to keep track of the journals that I follow. Thanks Slomo for turning me onto it. Currently, I am 1,978 entries behind and counting. Don't let that scare you though from giving it a try. It really is a great tool and has helped my sanity remain somewhat intact. For those already using Bloglines, I dare you to show me yours.
Work is still crazy. I still don't have a new person hired so I'm working like a dog but I'm feeling pretty good about it. I should be able to get everything done by the end of the month. Hopefully.
But don't think that it has been all work and no play for Robbie. Last night I had a fantastic dinner of Chicken Mole and Sangria at a great restaurant called The Spanish Kitchen. Sorry for being late Kevin.
I also finished reading the book, Memoirs of a Geisha. which I had started while I was on vacation. It's written by Arthur Golden which was a bit strange for me. The story is told as if the main character Sayuri is telling him her story and he is recording it for publication. Half way through reading it, I realized that the book said it was a fiction on the cover. It made me begin to doubt the validity of the context in which the story is told since the author isn't Japanese nor is he a woman. However, according to him he did a tremendous amount of research for the book. And, I must admit, it is a wonderful book as demonstrated by the closing paragraph: "It's true that sometimes when I cross Park Avenue, I'm struck with the peculiar sense of how exotic my surroundings are. The yellow taxicabs that go sweeping past, honking their horns; the women with their briefcases, who look so perplexed to see a little old Japanese woman standing on the street corner in kimono. But really, would Yoroido seem any less exotic if I went back there again? As a young girl I believed my life would never have been a struggle if Mr. Tanaka hadn't torn me away from my tipsy house. But now I know that our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean. Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper."
Speaking of Art. Judith Heartsong hosted an essay contest on her journal that ended tonight. I'm very bummed that I didn't make the opportunity to participate because she was giving away one of her torch portraits that she painted for the journal anniversary celebration, one of which is currently residing in my sidebar. Her artwork is amazing. I've often wondered how much she charges for an item. But, you know the saying if you have to ask, you can't afford it. So, I don't ask. I know I can't afford it. But, kudos to the winner and most specially to Judith for doing such a wonderful thing.
Lastly, I haven't forgotten about the video that I promised a few entries ago. I'm working on getting cable for my computer so that I can upload it and not have it take all day. I went last weekend to Circuit City and bought a wireless router and almost signed up for cable internet on the spot but I didn't already have cable service so they couldn't do it for me. Believe it, or not, I have never had cable service before. My last roommates did so I would watch it with them on Sundays but I never felt I had the need for it. If there's nothing to watch on the broadcast channels, I have plenty of other things to do. Today, the cable guy came and hooked me up. I'll be going back to Circuit City tomorrow to sign up for the internet version. Then, I'll have to schedule them to come back out and hook that up. I could have done it all through Adelphia but Circuit City's deal is much better. But, wow, do I feel like a kid in a candy store. I'm looking forward to watching HBO tomorrow night. I sure hope The Sopranos and Six Feet Under are still being televised.