April 1, 2005

• FRIDAY FIVE

  Appetizer – Describe your week in one word.
  Drenched.
  Soup – Tell about a funny practical joke that you’ve played on someone (or that was played on you!).
  This isn’t very PC on April Fool’s Day, but I don’t like practical jokes. I don’t think they’re funny – even when Ashton Kucher does them to idiot celebrities. In fact, I would go so far as to say they represent hostility. My earliest memory of a practical joke was a family adult friend who convinced me, as a three-year-old, that there was a wolf in our closet. He also insisted that if you put a Cheerio inside his fist a tiny horse would eat it. That was slightly better. Maybe I’m blocking it out, but I honest-to-god cannot remember ever playing a practical joke on someone else on purpose. And if I did I’m sorry. I know, I’m no fun.
  Salad – Name someone you had a crush on when you were a kid.
  Oh Stanley Keller, of course. First kiss in the furnace room at grade school. He was slightly shorter than I was at the time but he pretty much kissed every girl at school, and we all loved it. Wonder what was going on at his house that he was so precocious. He had great hair too – kind of an early Grease kind of do. And dimples.
  Main Course – If you were a member of royalty, what would your title be?
  Oh brother, I was listening on NPR about Gandhi today in the car and how they’re recreating the great Salt March he did where he demonstrated against taxing salt and it kicked off the first of many showdowns by the Indians against the British. It’s dangerous to be royal for one thing, so I’d have to be Your Royal Commoner at the very most. I’d probably try to get out of being royal as fast as possible. I am a Leo though – wearing a crown might be tempting.
  Dessert – What colors are the clothes you are wearing today?
  Black – probably my favorite color/noncolor. Goes with everything. Makes whatever it’s around look better. Fills up space. Thins. Keeps in heat. Very audrey hepburn. Mysterious. All of the above.
  

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  Deep Thought: “What is it that makes a complete stranger dive into an icy river to save a solid gold baby? Maybe we’ll never know.”
  Today I am grateful for: Myntz
  Guess the Movie: “Did you ever find Bugs Bunny attractive when he put on a dress and played girl bunny?” “No… No.” “Neither did I. I was just asking.” Answer: Wayne’s World, 1992. Winner: Accolade
  Logging of Burnt Trees Spurs Clash in Oregon
  Environmentalists and Lumberjacks are at Odds Over Cutting Down Old Growth in Siskiyou National Forest
  by Sam Howe Verhovek
  SELMA, OR — Stan Chronister and the young man calling himself Purusha were probably never going to see eye to eye anyway.
  But they were certainly not doing so the other day, what with Purusha crouched 70 feet up in a Douglas fir tree, and Chronister pacing around on the ground below with a chain saw, cutting other trees here in the Rogue River-Siskiyou National Forest.
  Chronister is a 44-year-old logger with a dirt-caked face, a 25-year veteran of the woods, salvaging burned old-growth trees from the 2002 half-million-acre Biscuit fire, one of the largest fires in U.S. Forest Service history.
  Purusha, who says he is in his 20s, is a wool-cap-wearing “tree sitter,” one of several hundred environmental protesters who have gathered here in opposition to the operation, which they describe as an ecological travesty in old-growth forests that should be left alone. (Rest of article here.)
  End of Day: 8:52 pm
  + = All my senses are working.
  - = Falling asleep at the screen – off to bed.

  • 8:25 pm
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