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12/31/2000 - 01/06/2001
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01/28/2001 - 02/03/2001
02/04/2001 - 02/10/2001
02/11/2001 - 02/17/2001
02/18/2001 - 02/24/2001
02/25/2001 - 03/03/2001
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03/18/2001 - 03/24/2001
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05/20/2001 - 05/26/2001
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07/29/2001 - 08/04/2001
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08/12/2001 - 08/18/2001
08/19/2001 - 08/25/2001
08/26/2001 - 09/01/2001
09/02/2001 - 09/08/2001
09/09/2001 - 09/15/2001
09/16/2001 - 09/22/2001
09/23/2001 - 09/29/2001
09/30/2001 - 10/06/2001
10/14/2001 - 10/20/2001
10/21/2001 - 10/27/2001
10/28/2001 - 11/03/2001
11/04/2001 - 11/10/2001
11/11/2001 - 11/17/2001
11/18/2001 - 11/24/2001
11/25/2001 - 12/01/2001
12/02/2001 - 12/08/2001
12/09/2001 - 12/15/2001
12/16/2001 - 12/22/2001

Saturday, June 02, 2001

I'm still amazed with this Titan Arum. If you click that link, it goes directly to the live web cam. This weekend it looks like there's lots of people there.
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Friday, June 01, 2001

Hey, way cool. My TV family is the Simpsons!

I guess that works, assuming there are no other siblings.

"Cue the blue skies, white clouds, and heavenly chorus — your family is most like everyone's favorite Springfield residents, The Simpsons! Your clan may not have spiky yellow (or blue) hair or only four fingers per hand, but Homer, Marge, Bart, Lisa, Maggie, and even Grandpa are still your family's TV soulmates. Sure, they squabble with the best of them (remember the time Bart burned Lisa's centerpiece? or when Homer ended up living in Bart's tree house after Marge got mad and threw him out?) but they always come through for each other when it counts. Look past the clever one-liners and surreal adventures, and you'll see a family with as much dysfunction — and as much love — as you and your nearest and dearest have in real life. So, to celebrate your Simpsonness, pull up a couch, grab a Duff beer, plop down in front of the TV, veg out, and thank your lucky stars that you don't have the Flanders family living next door!"
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Oh, what the heck. I'm in the mood to mode.

My flavor? Mocha.

"Mmm ... mocha! Strong and rich — but not too sweet — you're the flavor of late nights and early mornings. A coffeehouse regular, you've cornered the market on deep thoughts and probably have a little more than your fair share of brains. In fact, those who know you may even consider you an intellectual, a label that suits you just fine. Deep and thoughtful, you love the academic life — or at least the structured pursuit of knowledge. And, since hitting the books often means all-nighters, what better flavor than mocha to keep you company? Chocolaty and intense, you're a truly tasty treat."

Yeah, that's me!
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Stan and I took some tests at Emode.

My inner rockstar is Sade.

"Ooooh lady, you've got it going on. The rock star part of you is all Sade. Sleek, sexy, and untouchable, you are the ultimate smooth operator. People tune in to you whenever they want to unwind and get into that sexy mood. You know how to keep cool and keep a low profile. And you're never one to unveil your mystique by making too many appearances. By staying true to your talent and staying out of the spotlight, you've become as rare and welcome as love's first blush at sunset. The fans are totally fascinated, so go ahead and use it. Strut your inner Sade."

Hmmm...that sounds nice! Nicer than I thought! Don't know that much about Sade except the Smooth Operator song. Funny...I thought I would be Courtney Love. We are both Cancers, after all.

Stan's inner rockstar is Beck. I knew he'd be Beck, but I couldn't help cracking up after it appeared on the screen anyway!

"Yeah baby, the rock star part of you is all Beck. Women are enthralled by your seductive energy, a perfect mix of intrigue and poetry. You and Beck have got it all together because you're unafraid to say exactly what's on your mind, and let everyone in on your quirky point of view. Intellectual and sexy, you continually dodge conventional stereotypes with your eclectic personal style. But when you really break it down, it's just your great sense of humor and easygoing talent that makes the crowds go wild. Throw a fiesta, and inspire your inner Beck."

All in all, we're pretty satisfied. There were some real losers on the list...

Ironically, we answered all the questions INCREDIBLY similarly.

Now, as far as the cars:

Stan's a Sedan.

"Who cares if the paint job is almond brown or eggshell white? The car for you is a solid, simple Sedan. We're thinking a Toyota Camry, a Lexus, or even a Benz. Pure comfort and smooth sailing is what you desire, with as little contact with the outside world as possible. From your airtight cabin, you want to get to and fro without difficulties or stress—and keep a classy but low profile. You're the classic, successful American, on your way to the mall, [Shyeahhh...right...] the movie theatre, or a charming bed and breakfast. Your personality is calm, cool, and collected—as polished as the shine on that freshly washed hood. You don't look to be provocative and don't give anyone any trouble; you just treat your little car well and expect it to return the favor. As long as it gets its regular checkups, your wheels are as reliable and dependable as you. Thanks to your trusty sedan, you can be sure to make all your meetings and save a few on rising gas bills. Vive le sedan."

Stan says that if he could have any car in the in the world it would be a Nissan Maxima. He's sort of a geek when it comes to knowing about cars. Probably why he can fix our beaters so well and keep a '77 Monza on the road...well, sort of (it's at Midwest Engine now with brake probs).

OK, mine's a little surprising just because we answered the questions so similarly. And dammit, I have Jaguar lust bad, a lust that can never be quenched unless I get...


"Ann, you're a Beater!
What do you care if your exhaust pipe drags a little on the pavement or if it takes a few tries to wheeze that motor to life in the morning? The car for you is a Beater, since you don't have time to worry about the quality of your wheels. We're thinking a 1970 Dodge Dart or a 1974 Chevy Nova maybe still painted its original salmon orange or moccasin brown. With over 100,000 miles on that odometer, it's been around the block more times than you can count, and there are some great memories buried in that cracked vinyl backseat. Besides being a testament to your laid back lifestyle, and that ironic take on life, you recognize how owning a beater is a great advantage on the road. Notice how other cars don't mess with you, knowing you wouldn't think twice about ramming them just to make a point. Maybe some will call it an eyesore, but your time-honored ride is just proof of your true individuality. "

Yeah, that ironic take on life will get me every time.

See, somehow I can picture Sade in a Sedan and Beck in a Beater (it's alliterative to boot!), but not the other way around. Maybe it's just because Stan and I are so well-matched. Ironic, isn't it, since I also got this on the Passion test:

"Ann, you're a Synchronized Swimmer!
What could be more comforting than moving in lockstep with your partner? Living in a permanent state of "we" warms the cockles of the heart.
In the words of Joe Cocker's immortal ballad, "Love lifts you up where you belong." It makes you feel alive and brings joy to your lover, too. When you and your honey are on cloud nine, life couldn't be sweeter. The rewards of caring so much pay off again and again.
But, there is a rub here: Do you get little anxious when your sweetie is out of your sight? If you don't get a call when you're supposed to, do you worry that perhaps something's wrong? If you're feeling unappreciated or taken for granted, your insecurities can make you a little needy. Sure, you've got a lot of love to give. But is it possible that you have a tendency to lose yourself in relationships? The best pairings always happen when two whole people come together as equals. So take care of yourself first before you worry about your partner."
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Thursday, May 31, 2001

Pictures we took of the Titan Arum at the UW! Click the thumbs below to see larger views (that's me in the middle photo). Note the measurements on the post on the left photo. Today at 10 AM it was over 80 inches high! I was expecting a large crowd, fortunately there wasn't...maybe over the weekend there will be. The room that it is housed in is rather small and stuffy/humid. I asked the student monitoring it whether they would have to wear gas masks when it blooms. He said there'll be lots of people doing experiments on it at that time. After my experience smelling my own little arum, I can't imagine being there on blooming day. Stan and I will try and revisit it the following Tuesday, assuming the bloom is over.

Going to see this was like making a sacred pilgrimmage. After I heard about the one in Florida a few weeks ago, I didn't think I'd have the luck to see one in person.

For more information on the UW's Titan Arum, follow this link. There's also a live cam that updates every minute, plus directions on how to get there if you live in the area.

posted by Ann-S-Thesia at 12:41 PM || link it email me


I'm so excited! I saw on the local news last night that the UW has its own Mr. Stinky flower at one of the greenhouses on campus! Stan has off today so we're heading over there! It's pre-bloom, so no stink. The only other time Stan has off is next Tuesday, and supposedly it's supposed to bloom on Monday, so I want to see it before it wilts. And if it doesn't bloom until Tuesday, I don't want to be there amongst the stink...I heard it makes a grown man weep, and with my sensitive nasal system, it would truly make me barf, I'm sure. (I throw up cleaning up cat barf...I'm very sensitive to odor) Hope they let us in to see it....
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Wednesday, May 30, 2001

On Labor Day, 2000, the end of Tourist Season, Stan and I delivered our Pug, Hieronymus, to the Emergency Animal Clinic on the Beltline Highway after he'd fallen down our stairs and couldn't walk. After we left that building, I didn't know whether we'd see him alive again. We visited that place again that night and brought him a cheeseburger. He ate it, but he still couldn't walk. They had observed him all day, ran some tests, and couldn't find anything wrong. After he got a little more strength back, we brought him home the following Tuesday night. The answer was, yes, we'd see him alive again. Thank goodness.

Today we brought the turtle that we found knicked by a car on the highway last Saturday before Memorial Day into the same Emergency Animal Clinic. It is now the beginning of Tourist Season. I couldn't look at the turtle in the box as we left him because I knew I couldn't become attached to him. He was not a pet, he was wildlife. The receptionist looked enthused to get the painted turtle, and she said he would be fine and he even got looked at by the person in charge of the clinic. He'd be released into a pond soon, once his shell is fixed. Unlike the Pug, I know I will never see the turtle again.

Somehow, I think these events are releated.
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I'm getting sick of it. First they're going to execute him. Then they have a stay of execution. Then they're going to execute him again. Then they might stay the execution again.

Will someone just cut out this charade of justice? Lock McVeigh up for life and throw away the damn key ferfreakssake. Let him rot and stop making him some sort of martyr (which is what he wants).

Damn, I hate the Capital Punishment Industrial Entertainment Complex.
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Dream was weird...Stan and I were at some home goods store where they repair window shades...we were getting window shades made. What an absolutely stupid dream. Also something about some older woman (perhaps a mother of a friend from high school or something?) was all hyped up about her 50th high school reunion in Texas. Gimme a break.

Ok, Mr. Sandman, where are MY dreams?
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Monday, May 28, 2001

Mr. Sandman hijacked my dream last night and replaced it with someone else's: I was part of some high school girls' football team. Shyeah. We were gearing up for a game. There was snow outside, and I can't really remember the sequence of events, but our neighbor across the alley came to our house and asked if we needed to use her shovel, which was shaped like a cross between a shovel and some weird sled. I don't know if I was living with Stan or my parents...people were weird hybrids. I was at the school and there were a bunch of people in a classroom and we were resting on a huge mattress. Some weird Marilyn Manson type guy was putting the moves on me. There was also the character "Zoe" from the movie "Killing Zoe" there too. Everyone was naked, including myself. I wanted to get out of the situation because I knew one isn't supposed to engage in sex before a game (like I care...I was also trying to figure out of a way to get out of the game!). I also remember Stan and I were driving in the snow around University Avenue around Midvale and we were making a left turn onto University and trying to avoid hitting cars, but I wanted us to get in an accident so that I wouldn't have to play football.
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Sunday, May 27, 2001

Yesterday Stan and I became foster parents to a turtle. We were driving out to CompUSA (ugh) to get myself a new mouse (as I've said before...I'm very hard on my mice). We hate going through town, i.e., the south route below Lake Mendota, so we went the north route, above Lake Mendota, which is a more scenic, country route, and approximately the same distance. We saw a turtle in the middle of our lane. After we passed over it to avoid hitting it, I told Stan we should go rescue it. He pulled into a turnoff for a local park and stopped to let traffic go by the other way before going back to the turtle. Unfortunately, the last car to pass by actually swerved to hit it. Can you imagine? They nicked the side of the turtle and the turtle went flying across the other lane. I could not believe my eyes...I was nearly in tears. Stan got out of the car and picked the turtle up. It did not look hurt, but it was too scared to pee on him as turtles usually do. Later after we took it home we noticed it had a crack in its lower shell. We were initially going to turn it loose in the Arboretum until we discovered its crack. Now we're keeping it until I can contact the Humane Society on Tuesday to see if there are any injured turtle rescues around, or for advice on whether we should try and recuperate it ourselves or if nature would do better. (These animal situations always happen on Holidays!) How I love having two full baths...the first floor bathtub is now a turtle hotel. We put some lettuce, sprouts and catfood in a dish in the tub. I don't think he's eaten any. I threw a few spikes, aka maggots, (we feed them to our newts) in there this morning. I'm not sure if he has an appetite now, considering all he's been through. Poor little thing. Can you imagine hitting a turtle on purpose? What are some people thinking? When I see something like that happen, I just hope jerks like that get treated exactly the same.
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#1: I love dreams like this...I don't know why, they're just cool, like a mystery. I was in a very large building, like a hybrid of a mall and a museum, but without the gross displays of humanity as in the former. It was pretty vacant except for a few people. It was night--I remember the color neon blue and black--and I was just wandering around, getting lost, and debating on whether I should take the escalator in my bare feet or not.

#2: I don't know if I got the sequence of events right in this one. I was with Stan and we were driving around in a small subcompact car with our dogs and an Asian woman. We happened to see this other Asian woman Stan knew who was waiting for a bus and we asked her if she wanted a ride and she refused. We wondered if she was angry at us or something. There was a huge cloud formation in the sky, like a cylinder and it was turning into a tornado. We drove into a parking garage where we thought we'd be safe, but we couldn't find any parking, so we were just hanging out illegally parked in the garage. Then it was like the parking garage was at an airport, and I had to take a plane somewhere. Somehow I was now with my mom, and we were getting on the plane. I was hoping I had packed all the appropriate clothes (somehow I never have time to pack properly in my airplane dreams!). I also had to go to the bathroom really badly, so I looked around for bathroom on the plane. They weren't marked, but I saw a woman come out of one, so I went in. The toilets were weird, there were a bunch of holes on a wood platform, sort of like an outhouse, but not like an outhouse at all....they looked like they had coffee filters in them, and they were small, like six inches in diameter, so you had to be careful. I noticed once I went in the room there were people in other rooms that I could see because although there were separate doors, inside it was all open. No one seemed to care that I was going to the bathroom, though. Then I went back to my seat on the plane and I noticed my sandal was completely ruined. I was concerned because that was the only pair of shoes I had.
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