Monthly Archives: April 2003


i haven’t been to the gym yet. i am waiting for our new employee to show up! i thought it would be nice to be here when she arrives. of course we have two days off before we see her again…

had an interview today. it went very well. it is a process job. i would be an internal consultant helping our businesses and regions to analyze their processes and coming up with the process they would like. i am not sure what it has to do with IT, seems business process oriented, but hey, whatever! the cool thing is i can live wherever i want!



today, when i was getting ready to work out at the gym, i had an interested experience. i always try to remember to go to the WC before i worked out. today when i entered the loo, i smelled asparagus. instantly i deduced that the person who had used this particular toilet before me, had asparagus for lunch. it is white asparagus season so this is highly likely. and everyone knows that when you have asparagus to eat, you have asparagus pee for a while after! this woman, because it was the woman’s locker room, must have had a lot of asparagus and a lot of beverage because the smell was VERY strong, even after flushing. weird.


patrick's home

and just in the knick of time! my body is SO sore from football and gym stuff. i didn’t work out yesterday because i ran out of time (got my hair done) so i didn’t get a chance to stretch my hard worked muscles. this morning it was a little sensitive getting out of bed.

speaking of the bed. while patrick was away i slept in the middle. it was fantastic. the mattress is in much better shape so i slept so much more soundly! definitely going to buy a new mattress when we get back to the states.

this morning i had a disaster on the s-bahn. i dropped my smoothie and it made a huge puddle of pink liquid. being that my boss is preggers, i couldn’t leave it. i mean what if she slipped and fell? but i didn’t have my gym bag (cause i didn’t go to the gym yesterday) so all i could do what take of my black velvet blazer that i bought at the used clothing store in paris and wipe it up with that. no one looked at me (typish deustche). it is like i wasn’t there. no one offered even a single tissue to help me clean my kick-board. i was rather annoyed. my colleague jan told me i should have left it. actually several people did. but i couldn’t. it was just too messy. i am a good citizen if anything.

i have a teleconference from 21:30 – 23:00 tonight. totally bogus.

the outfit is my step back into the punk scene. sort of. it was really to show off the shoes. puma’s. i bought these ‘trend’ trainers (as they say in the UK) instead of cleats for fussball. the boys think i need to buy cleats. next paycheck i promise…oh wait…we are going to paris on the next check. oh well.

punk rock forever

this week’s outfit was a experiment that didn’t quite work out. i wanted dark coloured camo. i am disgusted by all the camo wear (introduced this season by gaultier) because of the war so i wanted to do something typically dark. but the dye job didn’t work as planned. the pants fit beautifully though. makes my ass look great (of course it is great). the top is a D&G i bought a few years back. it needs a thin black tie, don’t you think? the arm bands we made ourselves and i love them. they make me look thinner because the accentuate my thin wrists (yes, i am verging on unhealthy body image, but i am fighting it and still eating). my hair is in a bunch of tiny pigtails. we had a 4 day weekend and got bored near the end. cheers.

warm fuzzies

i returned home tonight from dinner with my friend jenn and entered to the sound of automatic machine gun fire. john and tiff and patrick were playing quake. isn’t that sweet? it was a rather sureal experience. thankfully i was aware of what they were doing before i arrived home, therefore was not surprised nor alarmed. i mean think about it?

another week is gone and i have only a little to show for it. it’s such a weird feeling to know that you are moving, that everything about your life will change soon. makes it hard to take anything seriously or to focus.

this weekend is the ‘jan 80’s movie education festival’. tomorrow we will watch ‘airplane’, ‘fletch’, ‘caddyshack’ and ‘animal house’. then jan will understand the references i make randomly through out the day…finally. it is really hard to talk to someone that doesn’t understand when you say ‘stop calling me shirley’.

yeah. ok. have a nice weekend. cheers.

the big time

i am surprised i haven’t heard from any of you since my last blog. must be a busy week.

a few years ago i started playing football with the boys. played in the HP/IBM tournament where we lost right off the bat. then i would go to the skrimidges (sp?) down the street on tuesdays. when i was a kid, i always played fullback (or defense for those europeans among us). mostly i have stuck with that, but since there wasn’t always enough players and well it is fun, i would run up with the guy with the ball and some talent. countless times they would set me up for a goal. every single friggin time i missed! until this week. first game of the new season and i score the second goal! i jumped and squealed like a girl. the new columbian guy looked at me like i was a girl (which is only technically true as those who know me would admit). but oh i was happy. unfortunately patrick is on a biz trip in the nether regions this week so no picture. but i do have witnesses! they wouldn’t believe me when i said my goal counted for two since, technically, i am a girl! oh well. i was happy. the guys were impressed with my play. i had better ball control and was able to wrestle the ball away from the boys a few times. i also simply overwhelmed them with my aggressiveness a few times too. i even have a scab on my right calf to prove it! maybe i will take a picture of that?

got the hair done today. love it! will get a picture tomorrow. hope i can style it first try. LOTS of REALLY BRIGHT pink. it really perks me up. all the bland colour was getting me down.

stop the war, give them back their country, don’t steal the oil. read ‘stupid white men’ by michael moore. cheers.

dumb people tricks

on the s-bahn last night, one of the doors wasn’t working. that didn’t stop people from standing infront of it trying to get it to open. theywould try and try and try and then suddenly run to another door. it was ridiculous. usually doors that are broken have signs on them, but in this case, it seemed to have broken recently and the driver didn’t know. so they, the passengers, just kept trying to open it. just because it doesn’t say it is broken, doesn’t mean it isn’t. but here, they seem to need a sign. duh.

we leave tomorrow for paris. definitely looking forward to that. we have made our plans for london and the reading festival too! chelsea is going to come over for that. going to be totally fabulous!

i have been informed of a competing project at the office i MUST help with. i am responsible for some reporting here and i send to one system. now we have a second system that wants the same data. i DO NOT want to send this info to two different systems. it is so dumb. it only causes problems! waste of time and effort too! argh!


fashion maven

First the fashion! I got this dress at a second hand store for Super Models. That is the Super Models consign their left over runway stuff there. This is a Anna Sui. My first! (and probably last considering the cost at retail). Fabulous huh? I am petrified of snagging the material. Go to the fashion page for the details.

So the week after we were in NYC Patrick and I got into a conversation about baking cookies in a production environment. It started when I gave him a bowl to wash because, though I wasn’t done baking the cookies, I didn’t need that bowl anymore. Since we are both total geeks for production lines we started talking about what production principles we could apply to my baking cookies and thus estimating how many cookies I could bake in one shift (8 hours at ‘Heather’s Insane Sunday Cookie Factory’). We estimated one batch, which makes about 3 dozen cookies, per hour. That meant I should be able to bake 288 cookies in an 8-hour period. So then I say, ‘Let’s try it on Sunday’. You should have seen our cart at the store. I bought every box of chocolate chips they had! 3 bags of flour. 5 bags of brown sugar. You get the idea. Next, at 11:50 on Sunday morning, I started baking. I had two bowls for batter, one for the flour mixture. Patrick would wash the 1-cup measure every batch (because I used it for flour and margarine) and the cookies sheet after 3 dozen. It was exhausting! I was making batter, rolling cookies, taking them off the cookie sheet or bagging them, every minute. We tracked what batch was what, numbering them by batter and batch. In the end I was able to make 281 (though I dropped one on the floor) in 7 hours (then ran out of ingredients). The reduced yield was due to me rolling a few too big in the middle batches. It was interesting though. Patrick calculated, at my current salary, that we would have to sell each cookie for 1.24 Euro, to make a profit. Not sure I could stand doing that everyday for 8 hours. I am convinced it must be done by hand too. You can’t double up batches even, because it changes the taste. Don’t think I will be doing that again soon.

We were in Warsaw for Easter. There are over 50 pictures, so they aren’t available yet. But, they aren’t really that interesting either. Warsaw is dull. The guide books said the museums would be open, but they weren’t. The ‘Spa’ in our hotel was not so great. Food was bland, though good. We had sushi like we always do. The people were nice, but flat. They seemed emotionless, or maybe just really homogeneous. Everyone looked the same. They were all dressed ‘nicely’. No kids in ripped jeans and concert t-shirts, no little Grandmas in Babushkas. Everyone looked like they had bought their clothing at H&M. Not the stuff Cristina Aguliera and Ricky Martin wear, but the day-to-day stuff. Blah. The monuments were not very interesting looking, though the story of the Jewish Ghetto was fascinating. The coolest thing we saw was the cemetery. The family plots were beautiful. I want a family plot now. We took some pictures and I am going to start designing my plot. I want it to be rock or concrete. Patrick wants black granite but that is too Art Deco for me. I want an Angel or statue of a bored Muse. I want my plot to become the cool place for Death Rockers to hangout on Friday nights. Of course I will have to be buried in New Orleans since it is like the only place in the US that allows above ground burial. Patrick says you aren’t even suppose to have head stones that sit upright because then they are more difficult to mow the lawn around. Can you believe that! They don’t care whether I am happy with my final resting place just that they can mow easily! Disgusting! Anyhow, we saw some break dancers (though they were all white), BMX trick riders and the Polish Hell’s Angel contingency, on one of the more popular Plac’s (Platz auf Deutsche und Square in English). We discovered that there is a really cool church made of skulls, we’d like to go to, in another city nowhere near Warsaw or Krakow. Krakow seems to be more interesting that Warsaw, so maybe we will go there some time. Next trip is probably Vienna though we plan to go to Mexico this summer and my friend Christine is going to meet me in London in July. That’ll be expensive!

My good friend Minturn, who knows something, in fact a lot, about everything, laid it out about the word ‘Urban’ for me, in a recent mail. Here is what he said:

‘The word is derived from the Latin for “city”, which is “urbs”. (Interesting side-light: in ancient days, cities tended to have walls and to be built on hills, for defense. As cities grew, people began to live outside the walls and thus, of course, down the hill, below the city. The Latin for “below” is “sub”. Thus, the areas outside and below the city were the “sub-urbs”. …)
Although “urban” has always meant “of or pertaining to a city” (for better or worse), in recent years (in the US of A, anyway), it has also taken on another meaning: black as in Negro. Note the “Urban League” and the current characterization of rap and hip hop as “urban” music.
On the other hand, the word “urbane” almost always is used in a positive way. Go figure.

So I still don’t understand why calling something “Urban” is a slam. I’ve also not realized the word was now being used to characterize rap and hip hop. Guess I have been out of the US too long. Oh well. Thanks for the help Minturn. And, yes, etymology is fun.