However you choose to entertain the Easter Bunny, may you have a fabulous egg huntin’ kind of day.
Vintage postcard image from the Wackystuff Flickr photostream. It’s chock full of awesome images.
Literal translation from Estonian: “Happy Resurrection Holiday” or…Happy Easter
Yesterday I wrote about my mind bending, artifying, very inspiring trip to the museum. To prove I’m no snobby snobberson, let me tell you about the other thing I did this weekend.
Roller Derby.
Yeah. I know! Roller Derby!!
To be precise, I took in an event featuring the B.ay A.rea D.erby Girls, a flat track league comprised of five teams.
On this night, the match was the San Francisco ShEvil Dead versus the Berkeley Resistance.
The event went down at the Herbst Pavilion at Fort Mason in San Francisco.
Tamales were served.
It was AWESOME!
Of course I toted along my camera gear so I could catch all the action.
Indoors, crap florescent light, and people moving very fast.
My exposure triangle collapsed under its own weight.
I don’t know much about derby, but what I know is this: there is one lady designated as the jammer. She is the only one who can put points on the board. Her goal is to lap the opposing team. Her teammates assist by keeping the opposing team from blocking her progress and they also help try to hold back the opposing jammer.
It’s a lot of knees and elbows and flying females.
In other words: AWESOME!
You know who the jammer is by the star on her helmet.
Like this:
The jammer for San Francisco goes by the name Trixie Pixie. She must be about 90 pounds soaking wet. There would be a big clump of women duking it out, and then *boop* Trixie would pop out from the mass and go flying around the track.
By the end of the night she was my favorite player by far as the ShEvil Dead soundly beat the Resistance.
I came home with about 150 pretty useless photos. That blurry, noisy, streaky photo above is among the best of what I could get.
It may not look like much to you, but to me it’s a happy reminder of AWESOME!
I love this article simply because of the headline:
How Your Brain Is Like Manhattan
The Good Man and I have long debates about cities set on a grid. The very town where I grew up, Albuquerque, has a beautiful easy to navigate grid. I always figured it was due to the city’s start as a military town that roads are well organized into either north/south or east/west.
So simple. Easy. Really tough to get lost.
I gripe about the Bay Area and these roads that are all angled off to Joneses, changing directions midway and stopping suddenly. For example, there is an exit off of 101 where you have to choose the north or south bound exit. However…the road actually runs east west.
Combine this with California’s lack of mile markers and only sporadic use of street signs and I can go from zero to bonkers in about three seconds.
One of the many reasons I love Manhattan is that it’s set up on a grid. Navigating makes sense! A hayseed like me had zero trouble in the big city knowing where to go and how to get there. I never, not once, got lost while in Manhattan. And if I’m not worried about how to get there, then I relax and enjoy the journey.
The Good Man, on the other hand, has a brain that’s a lot more fluid than mine. Where I’ll draw a straight line, he’ll make expressionist art. He don’t need no stinking grid roads, he has a powerful innate sense of direction and an even stronger sense of joie de vivre when it comes to getting lost. He sees getting lost as a fun adventure. I see it as a teeth gritting bit of fear and misery.
Meanwhile both my brain and my road preferences tend to be a little more like the gorgeous city of Manhattan.
Image from Grush Hour.
The scene: The Good Man and me, at the furniture store. He’s on one end of a really nice couch. I’m at the other.
We both have our feet up on a fabulously cool ottoman/bench.
He digs the couch. A lot. I like it, but I am a little hesitant. It’s absolutely unlike anything we’ve looked at all day. The color and the fabric are exactly what he said he didn’t want.
Also, the style is very modern and I’m generally a more traditional sort of gal.
I’m wavering. It’s cool. Very cool. But it’s out of my zone.
Here’s where we pick up the conversation.
The Good Man: “So. Let me ask you this question: Would your dad buy this couch?”
Me: “Oh hell no. He’d say it’s impractical.”
The Good Man: “Right! Now let me ask you this question. Would *my* dad buy this couch?”
Me: “Oh hell no. Same reason.”
The Good Man: “There you have it.”
And there he had me. Snared me in his blend of logic and emotion. Mixed to perfection like a spousal apothecary.
Damn the man who knows which levers to pull in my brain. Damn him, I say!!
And I mumbled something similar under my breath as I got out a credit card and handed it over to the salesguy.
It is a pretty chula couch with two matching chairs and the bench/ottoman for resting toesies.
I just hope I’m cool enough to own it.
Damn it! I can’t believe I bought a couch without knowing THIS masterpiece was on the market! GAH!
Photo from I Can Haz Cheeseburger.
Whew. Yeah. Okay. Unh huh.
My tireless boss has been in town for the past three weeks. I swear the guy doesn’t drink coffee, soda or energy drinks and he can outlast everyone. The man is relentless.
He’s been in a bunch of meetings. I’ve been in most of those same meetings. In that slight half hour before the next meeting, he’s in my office wanting to plot and plan and strategize. There’s a lot going on. Marker boards were used. Action items were assigned.
It has been non-stop. I’m punch drunk and overwhelmed.
Today, at noon, he put on his battered leather jacket, picked up his computer bag, and left town.
It is wrong that I offered to drive him to the airport?
I mean, I dig the guy. He’s brilliant and funny. He hates my iPhone case, told me “you’ll never make it to the boardroom with that case” which makes me want to send him one. Every day. For a month.
He knows his stuff and has a lot of respect from everyone, including me.
I am fortunate to have him for a boss.
I’m also fortunate that he on an airplane until tomorrow sometime.
Wheeeeeew. This is the first 30 minutes I’ve had to just sit at my desk in weeks. I like it.
Image from CentreFlow.