Monday, February 16, 2009

The Cruel Reality of Living in a Small Town

How you know you live in a small town and have been there way too long:

You view two newspapers' online slide shows of a valentine's day drag ball and you:
  1. know more than half the crowd pictured
  2. have dated more than one of the guys wearing a dress
  3. now know what too many of your female friends look like wearing beards and pasties
  4. spend most of the time critiquing your friends' drag outfits thinking you could have definitely done a better job on their make up
  5. check out the way they've set up the venue because you rent it for one of your own events
  6. wonder who donated to their fundraiser and if they'll share their mailing list
It may be time to move.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Happy V-Day

Because I love you all, enjoy the following:



Friday, February 6, 2009

Weird and Wonderful Moments

Tonight I hosted the grand opening of a program I run that serves free dinner to low income kids twice a week. The VT Foodbank coordinated the guest list so I really had no idea who was coming. I figured just a few folks from local agencies would show up a little after 5 (it was supposed to start at 4:30) and would stay for a second before inconspicuously ducking out. Instead, at 4:30 on the dot a stream of politicians, community activists, Foodbank representatives and shockingly enough, members of my Board of Directors arrived and took over half of the room. I immediately took my exhausted expression off my face and put on my happy happy special event smile and worked the room. The highlights of the evening? 1) officials from both of Vermont's senators' office getting their asses handed to them at ping pong by two 9 years olds and 2) former governor Howard Dean showing up in a track suit. Everyone stayed through dinner, ate with the kids, and had a great time. Over all a success I'd say, and a good warm fuzzy experience of a whole mess of politicians.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Confessions of a Sporadic Addict

I have suffered from a problem all my life: I get addicted to various things very easily and then completely lose interest for months at a time. I've started study in many a new field with extreme enthusiasm, absolutely sure that this will be my one true passion, only to put it down in a few weeks and wonder why I was ever interested. To wit:
- my art closet. This 6'x4'x4' behemoth cabinet is filled to the brim with enough supplies to make just about every kind of art project you can imagine.
- my collection of fish tanks. I once had 14 aquariums of fresh and saltwater fish going at once, many of them breeding populations.
- my kitchen appliances. I've had so many baking and cooking projects that needed just the right piece of equipment that I have a pantry that only has enough room to fit food on two out of 6 shelves.
- my coffee equipment. I could have an entire room solely dedicated to my contraptions used to roast, grind and brew coffee.
- and much, much more.

Which brings me to my current obsession - PLANTS! I haven't had this one come up in a while. I used to be an orchid addict. I had specialized lighting, humidifiers, moisture trays and pots dedicated to these stunning but finicky plants. Then I moved onto vegetable gardening and had entire binders devoted to notes and research. These days, I'm into exotics. The weirder the better. I'm thinking of putting together a bog garden since bogs have been a source of utter fascination for me from childhood on. In the last few days I've broken down and purchased really, really neat plants online including:


Selaginella umbrosa, aka Red Clubmoss. This native of Mexico is related to the super cool resurrection plant which can rehydrate itself with drops of water after being completely dessicated. This one, however, is much prettier.



Begonia "Phoe's Cleo". While not a particularly rare or remarkable plant, it's really neat looking and blooms in the winter when all Vermonters need it most.


Epiphyllum oxypetalum aka "Night Blooming Cereus". This truly wonderful and weird plant is a night blooming member of the orchid cactus family. Pure white flowers, the size of a dinner plate and super fragrant, open as soon as the sun goes down and stay open all night, closing in the morning which is perfect for an insomniac like me. I'm completely in love.


Sarracenia "Scarlet Belle". Ain't she a beaut? This pitcher plant eats insects and grows in water. Need I say more?

Nepenthes Rafflesiana. This gorgeous pitcher plant, unlike its cousin above, is a climbing vine. It produces two distinct types of pitchers (heavily modified leaves), which are used to capture and kill insects. The lower pitchers are generally round and squat, while the upper pitchers are more narrow. Mostly it's a really neat bog plant that eats bugs.

Since I'm moving to an apartment in June that has much more natural light than my current digs, I could be in for quite a fun ride with these plants. Josh, however, who's moving in with me, may not be quite as thrilled. Pity him, for I am stubborn.

Monday, February 2, 2009

A Good Ol' Fashion Vermont Morning

I just found out my accountant will be late to work this morning. That's not particularly noteworthy, but her reason is. She hit a turkey and it smashed her windshield. She's ok, but I doubt the turkey is and unfortunately she has no windshield left. This was, for the record, right outside Burlington which is a city of 39,000 people. The best part? According to the repair shop she was the third car this weekend that hit wildlife and had to have pieces replaced. Vermont - all the problems of inner city living with the added fun of suicidal wildlife! It's like playing an 80s video game every time you hit the road!