Where am I now?

As you can see, this blog hasn't gotten any love in many years... But you can now find me on my site jessicatravels.com.

31 July 2006

Cat Videos

Rather than spread these out over time, I'm going to foist them all on you at once. So those of you who are anti-cat can skip this whole post. Heck, you might as well just skip the whole blog, as I'm not sure I want any anti-cat people around here... (I'm kidding. Mostly.)

But more to the point, for those of you who find the little furballs endlessly amusing, you'll enjoy this wee collection I've found (mostly on Frytopia) and been storing up...

Expensive Cat Toy - I laughed out loud at this one, mostly being thankful that wasn't my laptop.

Cat in a Bottle - Well, that about speaks for itself, now doesn't it?

Moos Attack - Even with the word "attack" in the title, the music got me. I'm a total sucker.

Ultimate Fighting Cats - I love that some people have this much time on their hands.

Sleepy Cat - That is one tired kitten...

Fox on Trampoline - Okay, it's not a cat, but this is so cute. And now I want a pet fox.

28 July 2006

Cutting Back

There was a time in my life when I was unhappy with nearly everything I was doing. At that point, cutting something out of a busy schedule would have been easy. At this point, however, when everything in my life is fun and exciting and interesting, I hate that I have to cut something out... So I'm just cutting back instead.

This fall I'm going to go back to teaching one night a week as opposed to two, which should help. This term I've been teaching one level one class and one level two class, and the level two class was my first attempt at it... I feel, overall, that I'm doing the students some good - but not enough. I'm not confident enough in the material to be teaching it at the moment, and although I could certainly get to a higher confidence level, I don't have the time to devote to it.

So, starting in the fall, I'll be teaching one class a term, and only level one. Maybe I'll eventually get back to teaching level two, maybe not - for now, at least, it's a relief and a half to have only one class coming up next term.

25 July 2006

Summer Roll

So, it was hot recently here. The rule for all of my food when it's hot is that it cannot be cooked. That means I'm either eating salad or sushi - so on Friday night, we went out for sushi after spending some blissful time in an air conditioned movie theatre. One of the rolls on the menu was called a "Summer Roll," so we figured we'd give it a try.



It was gorgeous - crab meat, tuna and (I think) salmon, avocado and mango wrapped in a thin layer of crispy and sweet cucumber. Dee-lish. And purdy, don'tcha think?

24 July 2006

Curly Girl

Many years ago, in the folly of youth, I used to dye my hair black. And then I'd get it permed. It was huge with frizz. But I wanted curl, dammit, and with hair down to my waist, the weight never gave the curls a fighting chance. Then, more recently, my fabulous genius-of-a-hairdresser said that she would not both color and perm my hair. She said it would be too damaging. I settled on color, because I've always wanted to be a redhead, and she's been doing a fine job in that department. I settled for straight hair, and I was fine with the decision.

And then we cut to this past weekend, when it was so ungodly hot here that I became the girl who takes a couple cold showers every day just to cool off. I obviously wasn't about to blow-dry my hair after that, so it air-dried. And it did a funny thing. It curled.

Apparently my genius-of-a-hairdresser cut my hair in such a way that it curls if I don't blow-dry it. Who knew?!?

22 July 2006

Driveway Explosives

So, I'm a little behind... But if I'm being positive about things, I could say this makes holidays like July 4th last longer. Are you buyin' it? I hope so...

Before we went to the Lake O fireworks at the swim park, our new friends Nino & Patricia (well, more Nino than Patricia) set off some fireworks in their driveway with the help of their friends Jason & Codi (again, more Jason than Codi). Truth be told, Codi & I sat on the steps of the house, well out of firing range, with our cameras in hand. Patricia made sure the hose was turned on...


Nino's inner child comes out as he prepares to light something loud and/or colorful.


The smoke bombs were my favorites; they were really pretty, and - blissfully - perfectly quiet.


When the first spinny thing (and yes, that's a technical term) was let loose on the driveway, it didn't spin because of the cobbled surface. The ever-creative Jason ran inside and came out, all MacGyver-like, with a contraption to hold it above the driveway. When it didn't work as he'd planned, he opted to hold the thing himself. In this picture, he's clearly pleased with his ingenuity (it worked like a charm)...


...then he made the mistake of moving downwind... Ah, well, for those of us who were merely spectating, the boys put on a nice show.

20 July 2006

Ten. Frickin. Years.

Today is the 10th anniversary of Chris' and my first date, and even though we have a "new" anniversary (the actual wedding), I'm not willing to give up on this one. I mean, I've now spent a decade with this man, and I want that recognized, dammit...

Seriously, I can't believe it's been ten years. Sometimes I feel like the time has just flown by, and others I feel like we've been together even longer. At any rate, this momentous date is causing me to reflect on the past just a tad... For those of you who already know the story of our first date, you can stop reading now. For those who don't know it, enjoy.

July 20, 1996

Chris had asked me out under duress from my then-employer (a mutual friend who kept trying to set us up), so I'm not sure either of us had terribly high hopes for the evening. I'd been in band rehearsals all day and was exhausted, so when Chris suggested (over the phone) that we go to a sushi restaurant, the fact that I'd never eaten sushi didn't cross my mind. I said, "Sure, sounds fine!" Then I hung up and though, "Oh, lordy, I hope they have something that's not raw..."

We went to Obi in Old Town, after an aborted attempt to eat at a place I'm still not convinced does anything but line people up outside its doors for hours on end (Saburo in Sellwood), and I did end up ordering teriyaki chicken... But my lone bravery gene made a rare appearance that night, and I did try Chris' sushi. And it wasn't bad. I've since come to love it, too...

The highlight of dinner, however, was when Chris popped a shrimp's head in his mouth, facing out, and moved it around with his tongue while saying (in a high-pitched Mr. Bill voice), "Oh nooo! Don't eat me! Nooo!" I swear, I just looked at this loony man sitting next to me and thought, "What in the hell am I doing here?!?" But he made me laugh, and that obviously counts for something.

After sushi we went for coffee up on Hawthorne, and when the guy behind the counter asked for Chris' name, he said, "Fidel," without skipping a beat. My double-take gave him away, unfortunately, and he had to explain that was his coffee name. He liked watching peoples' reactions when the barista yelled, "Fidel!" across a crowded cafe. I think he and the barista came up with a coffee name for me that night, but I don't remember it for sure - it might have been Bianca. It doesn't matter, because I never used it after that.

After coffee, he drove me home. And even after the whole shrimp's head thing and the Fidel thing, I still went out with him again. And again. And so on. Until we've arrived at what Chris has taken to (lovingly?) calling the Ten Frickin' Year Anniversary.

So, Happy TFY Anniversary, hon.

17 July 2006

Various & Sundry Amusing Tidbits

By which I mean two. These came in last week via the American Progress Report. The first is just one of those shake-your-head moments (like the head of the Oregon Liquor Control Commission who was also recently driving while drunk), while the second made me giggle aloud.

Enjoy.

"Beer magnate and former Republican U.S. Senate candidate Pete Coors was arrested on a drunken-driving charge and is due to appear in court next week."

Mr. T answers a question for a TV Land viewer: "Mr. T, why do you pity the fool?" Mr. T: "That is a good question and a legitimate question. And I'm the man to answer it. You pity the fool because you don't want to beat up a fool."

16 July 2006

From Denver to Newport

A few weeks ago, a college friend of mine from Denver graced us with her presence for a few days... And, since she lives in a land-locked state (the poor girl), she wanted to go to the beach. We had to abort our trip to Lincoln City when a traffic accident closed the road, but we ended up making it to Newport for a beautiful - if terrifically windy - day.


Kim doing her best South Park Kenny impression.


The same gang, different backgrounds... (L-R) Kim, me, Steph (the Denver girl) & Toni - we met freshman year, and have been friends ever since. Incidentally, we don't always look quite so windblown.

14 July 2006

Parson's Porridge & Orange Toes

I'm writing this from sunny Bend, Oregon, where Chris & I are this weekend for the Cascade Cycling Classic... While Chris is racing, I'm on a mini-vacation.

We got in last night, had dinner and a quick walk around downtown, and I already know a few shops I want to go back to later. I treated myself to a pedicure today (hence the orange toes), after a lovely breakfast on the patio (hence the porridge), so I can't try on any of the cute shoes I found at a shop around the corner... At least not until tomorrow. I think the park is also within walking distance, and I think there are swans there, too. So, maybe I'll wander down there later.

At the moment, though, I'm enjoying the hotel's free wifi in one of its four lovely courtyards, under the shade of an umbrella - which is necessary, as it's supposed to be 87 degrees today. And at some point I'm hoping to get some pictures up here for you... I've got shots from weeks ago that I hadn't even had time to get onto the computer until just now, so I've got some catching up to do.

One funny aside - for anyone who says the US isn't a soccer nation, we were stopped on our little walk last night by two people because Chris was wearing one of his "ITALIA" jackets. Both times, they said, "Hey, Italia! Congratulations!" So, at least some people are paying attention.

Alrighty, that's about it for now. I'm taking pictures this weekend, too, so eventually - really, eventually - you'll see them. I promise. Until then, just know that I mean well, even if I am getting quite lazy.

09 July 2006

CAMPIONI DEL MONDO

Italy has won the World Cup.

I am utterly hoarse from all the screaming at the television. I'm exhausted, my head is killing me and my neck is stiff. My pulse was racing throughout the entire fricking match.

And I'm beyond happy.

photo from La Gazzetta dello Sport

06 July 2006

A Lake O Fourth

Chris & I went to a barbecue at the house of some new friends on Tuesday, and met two of their friends as well (A Fourth of New Friends!); it was a mostly relaxing day. Chris had to miss the whole meal, unfortunately, to do a bike race - he's training for a three-day race in Bend next weekend, and couldn't miss it as a training race - and rejoined us only just before the fireworks over the lake.

I didn't bring my camera to the lake (my pictures of the driveway explosives coming later), but one of our companions did. His pictures from the fireworks display are here and here. It was a great show, I was just tired and wishing it wasn't a "school night." And now, as I'm finally nearing another weekend (and days when I can take naps - hooray for naps!), I can't believe how much I need a weekend after the four days off I had only a few days ago... How time flies, whether you're having fun or not. Thank goodness I'm mostly having a blast.

03 July 2006

I'm Still Watching the Tour...

I had a very heavy heart last Friday when I last checked in here - and in many ways I still do - about the state of cycling, my favorite cyclist's name on a list I don't want it on, etc. But over on that other wee blog, I wrote this.

I've made a decision to keep watching bike races and keep believing the guys who claim to be clean, unless and until it's proven otherwise. Cynics say every sport is full of dopers, and they're probably right. But if I don't continue believing that cycling is a beautiful sport, I'm not sure what I'm left with. Golf? I don't think so.

So I hope the cycling fans out there will keep being fans, and keep believing in the beauty and the grace of the sport. I think if enough of us say that we don't want our favorite cyclists to be super-human, only to ride their best, maybe they'll hear us. Maybe.