Sarah's dance recital

A few weekends ago, Sarah wrapped up her year of dance lessons by participating in a whiz bang recital downtown with the hundred of other kids that attend this dance studio.

I have put a few pictures that I took of Lynda and Grace in the audience while we were waiting for Sarah to perform. She was in the seventh group and she did her three minute performance within the first thirty minutes of the recital. Then we waited for the next two hours for the entire thing to finish. Sarah did a great job, but the rest of it wasn't as stimulating as I had hoped. I guess I'm not a fan of modern dance.

It's sad, too, because there were lots of interesting things to observe and comment on, if I had been more engaged in the entire process. But my blogging brain just wasn't into it.

One thing that I do remember was the most anomalous performance of the entire recital. It consisted of a group of teenage girls attempting (and I do mean attempting) to perform urban, hip hop dance styles. They did NOT do a good job, though I admit that I am far from being an expert--even though I do have Tone Loc on my iPod.

These girls didn't perform with the snap and energy that they did for every other type of dance shown--ballet, tap, jazz, whatever. It's clear that this studio doesn't cater to modern, urban dance styles and the kids are not trained in that direction. So, the whole thing just felt off, out of place, uncomfortable, and embarrassing.

(It makes me question the ENTIRE premise of that Julia Stiles movie, Save the Last Dance.)

You can view a short video of Sarah's Friday afternoon rehearsal over on WWYG?! Omnimedia.

The Glarkware collection

Today's entry in The Clothing Project is my series of Glarkware t-shirts.

These shirts all come from the Internet store Glarkware.com, which I first heard about when I started reading TV show recaps at Television without Pity.com back in 2000. Glark is the husband of one of the writers/entrepreneurs that created TWOP. I perused the website from time to time and enjoyed the design styles of the shirts and the fact that many of them were TV related--as we'll get to as we break down each shirt.

(By the way, you can always access Glarkware from the red button link on the right side of my blog. I recommend you peruse not only to find yourself a nice bit of snarky fun, but also to enjoy the imaginative descriptions that go with each shirt.)

You can also say that the year 2000, Glarkware and TWOP marked my first honest embrace of the Internet and what sort of information I was able to access and identify with. It isn't surprising that this coincided with the first time I was ever sitting in front of a computer enabled with high speed Internet for the first time in my life. This was, of course, when I got my job, which demanded that I be in front of a computer all day long. So, this, in total, was a defining period in who I currently am right now.

My first shirt is the orange 70s sci fi tee:

I bought this one back in 2001 I think, because I've been a science fiction throughout my life. I liked the sarcastic reference to old sci fi TV shows such as "Buck Rogers in the 25th Century" which featured interior decorating that consisted of honeycomb patterned walls made up of interlocking hexagons. But, what I really liked about this shirt was that you had to think about it to understand what it was saying. So, it's a test of your nerdy coolness.

I will also regret that I didn't purchase a T-shirt that simply said NOT A ROBOT, but did so in the seventies era BG font. It was a brown shirt with gold letters, reminiscent of the color palette of the Lorne Green sci fi saga. Since I watched the original as a kid and am a big fan of the new Sci Fi channel version, this was the perfect t-shirt for me, but it was discontinued before I convinced myself to buy it. Bring it back Glark!

My second shirt is one of the most interesting ones. The Rambaldi shirt:

This shirt is a shout out to ABC's "Alias", the J.J. Abrams show that I loved BEFORE I loved "LOST."

The text reads--The Rambaldis, Central Intelligence Agency. In very small type below the swoosh is U.S. Gov. Inter Agency Baseball League. On the back of this shirt is a player number which is (what else?) the number 47.

I love this shirt because, again, you have to be in on the joke to full get it. (I guess I'm a real TV snob, aren't I?) But, I have always been a big fan of "Alias" and faithfully watched each episode--good and bad. And the Rambaldi episodes and plots were always the most interesting and the most perplexing. I'm a great fan of J.J. Abrams and his TV shows--warts and all. Much of what happened in "Alias" is now happening in "Lost." Mysterious beginnings, multiple plots that sometimes don't get resolved happily (if at all). But I have to say that I love the journey and his shows engage my imagination in ways that typical shows simply do not. (Having said all of that, I really am intrigued with how Abrams is going to handle the upcoming Star Trek movie that he is working on. Sign me up!)

Speaking of Mr. Abrams and "Lost", my next T-SHIRT is simply that:

This one pays homage to Television without Pity AND "Lost" at the same time. Purchased during the Hatch-centric second season of "Lost," this shirt bears the TWOP mascot (Tubey) within the Dharma Initiative glyph that can be found in each of the Dharma stations. The white color and the generic T-SHIRT moniker refer to the Dharma-brand food that is occasionally dropped from hot air balloon onto Mystery Island. So, I generally like to eat "chocolate cream cookies" and Apollo candy bars while wearing this shirt and watching "Lost." This is what I call "Wild Wednesday Night."

Please don't call during Wild Wednesday Night. As you can see, this is when I cut LOOSE!

My last shirt and my most recent Glarkware purchase has nothing to do with television. I bought it on the strength of its visual alone:

Isn't that just cool? What's better than a nun (with sexy red lipstick) wielding nun chucks and preparing to battle for the Lord? Well, I made that last part up, I guess, but it is a pretty funny image. Elements of it remind me of Sally Field's Flying Nun outfit and if I were to be truly honest, I could imagine Sydney Bristow donning this habit to battle some Rambaldi artifact out of a convent in Rome. So, I guess there is more television connections to this than I thought . . . even if I am supplying those connections myself.

The first time I wore this shirt publically, it was to a Lenten bible study dinner at our current church. I admit it was somewhat intentional. I am too much of a clothing grandstander for my own good, I think. Lynda was vocally disapproving of my wearing it when we prepared to leave, but that didn't stop her from pulling me over to our priest as soon as we arrived to point me out. I don't know if she was hoping for an excommunications or what. (Fr. Rick is a former Catholic, thought you don't need to be Catholic to appreciate or disapprove of this shirt.)

Just to be clear. I have never attended Catholic schools--though my mom did. (Gotta get a mom reference into each Clothing Project post, I guess.) I am certain that none of the nuns in Kentucky ever wielded nun chucks to get my mom to learn her multiplication tables. They did, however, force her to eat bread pudding once.

Not having experienced the fabled nun treatment, I have always viewed that, very typical and familiar stereotype of the ruler-slapping nun to be a bit of a stereotype and have grown tired of it. And PLEASE don't ask me what I thought of the idea of Sister Act/Sister Act 2. Never seen them and never will.

But, I grew up a big fan of The Sound of Music and have been religious all of my life.

So, as usual, I'm full of contradictions and half truths.

Madder than a wet hen

Today we took the kids to Magic Mountain, one of those entertainment emporiums that tries to do everything for everyone. It's got miniature golf! It's got bumper boats! It's got go karts! It's got indoor arcade games! It's got a four story climbing area! It's a birthday center! It's got laser tag!

Normally, we don't frequent these places. The kids generally have a good time, but it's basically a black hole that your money disappears into. The girls want to play the arcade games for tickets, and you can't convince me that the way these things are set up, you aren't teaching your kids to gamble.

But, we were there today for birthday parties--two kids from Grace's class were having a joint party and so, there we were. But we could have Sarah mooching off of Grace's friends' party. So, it was my job to do fun things with Sarah while Grace did her thing.

So, we played $3 dollars worth of arcade games and then ate some lunch in the buffet. Surprisingly, the buffet was very cheap for Sarah and for me. (I guess they make more than enough money from everything else they offer--and they do charge for EVERYTHING else they offer, by the way.) Also surprising was that the food was surprisingly edible. I had some pizza and some salad.

After our lunch, Grace was done with playing and was into the birthday cake and gifts part of the party. So, Sarah and I played some miniature golf outside. Sarah did a surprisingly good job and had fun. But once that was done, we needed something else to do while the party was winding down.

So, we paid for the bumper boats--small circular boats that function like bumper cars. A single person maneuvers the boat with a small front-mounted motor that has two joysticks--one with a GO! button and one that sprays a jet of water. So, you drive your boat around, bump into the eight or nine other people in the swimming pool and spray each other good-naturedly with water. It's all good, clean wet fun, right?

Sure.

Well, we paid inside at the counter and then headed out to wait our turn. A previous group of kids were already done and were being let out by the single attendant manning the bumper boats--a teenage girl, who I had already noticed while playing mini golf before. I thought that she moved pretty slowly and that the transition from one group to the next seemed to take an awful long time and that she was not very efficient. (This is an important point going forward with this story.)

While Sarah and I waited beyond the fence, the teenage attendant slowly and methodically tethering each boat to it's mooring clips and slowly moving to the next one. Slowly, slowly. Meanwhile all the other kids are sitting, waiting to be let out. Apparently, no one is allowed to move until Teenage tells them to. I guess she had to pull each boat flush with the pool to make sure they get out.

All fine and good, I guess, except for what happened next.

We're still waiting to even be let into the fence and for the other kids to let out. Finally, they are gone and we move in--a group of about six or seven. We have to wait one by one for the kids to be let in the boats and then Teenager moves on down the line, slowly, slowly. Meanwhile, we can see that the sky is darkening a bit and there is a threat of rain. But it hasn't happened yet, so maybe we'll get our time in . . . maybe if Teenager will get her butt in gear.

Finally, all the kids are in and we hear a rumble. Teenager uses her walkie talkie to check to see if she can let the kids go. The word is that as long as there is no lighting, no problem. Full speed ahead!

Finally, the kids are let to go and it begins to sprinkle. But, I'm not too concerned. The boats are equipped with sprayers anyway, right. The object is to get a little wet. Besides, we've already had to wait this long . . .

Well, about one minute into this fun time, the rain picks up. Teenager is going to let them go, I suppose until lighting strikes. (Presumably, she is able to kick it into high gear and display heretofore unseen speed if someone is in danger and lighting strikes become a possibility?) But, no she is going to let them play it out as the rain strengthens.

By now, Teenager is under the cafe umbrella that the parents (and I) have been standing under since we were let into the fence. She, it is clear, since she says as much, is much more concerned with getting wet than whether the pounding rain (and it is seriously pounding now) is impacting the fun or whether or not this is even acceptable weather to let the boats continue running.

I look over Teenager's shoulder and see that Sarah is trying to maneuver her boat, but she's not having any fun and the look of anguish on her face as she is drenched with water is all that I need. I storm over there, maneuver her boat to the side, tether it up and gather Sarah up. She's very upset and extremely wet--as am I. Without a look back to see what, if anything, Teenager is doing, I get Sarah back outside the gate and back into the building. By now we are absolutely soaked through our clothes and I might as well have jumped into the pool to swim Sarah to shore. She's crying and I'm extremely furious.

Lynda and Grace are finished with the party and the entire building is crowded with kids and families protecting themselves from the downpour that continues from outside. I get Sarah to Lynda who looks at us in semi-shock and turn to find some employees to complain to. I get someone's attention and very clearly, very angrily tell them what I think about how Teenager is handling things out by the bumper boats. She listens, immediately hands me a rain check coupon and asks if I want to speak to a manager.

YES! I say. She finds someone and I let him know, once again, my opinions about Teenager's judgement and how she seems much more interested in keeping herself dry than doing anything to facilitate the problems outside. And, oh yeah, if she's move her butt a bit faster, we might have actually had an opportunity to get in some fun before the bottom fell out of the sky.

The manager apologized and said that he'd talk to Teenager. I should have waited to verify that this actually took place, but then I moved on and got the kids together and we all headed home. Sarah was still pretty upset, but I apologized for her disappointment and assured her that we would use the rain check to come back another day when it wasn't raining and we'd try it again.

But, if that girl is working that day, I might just turn us around and do something else.

Tonight . . . at rest

I actually didn't bring any work home tonight, so I am continuing to watch season one episodes of LOST and doing a bit of blogging. I am inexpressibly happy not to be sitting at the kitchen table and working on proof pages right now.

But, what do I blog about? I've been so rusty lately that I don't really know what to do. I have some stuff from Sarah that is equally funny and embarrassing, but I've been letting her carry me on the blog a bit too much lately. So, I'll try to carry on a bit with The Clothing Project entries--but with a slight twist.


First up tonight are my sandals.

(Though this is not true of all my clothes, I promise, these shoes are also related to my mom.) She first had a pair of these Keen sandals a few years ago and loved them so much that I decided the next time I needed to buy sandals, I would get me a pair. I have trouble buying shoes, since my left foot is slightly smaller than my right and so it is hard to find shoes that fit both feet properly sometimes. But these sandals seem to work well. I like that they hug my feet well and are simply pulled on and off with a bungee drawstring. (Often I don't even tighten the bungee--except for when I want to get all fancy and wear them to a restaurant or something. If I want to get super fancy, I can even put on some socks to go with it, but that's probably only necessary when they are going with a tuxedo or something.) It's also good that these shoes are washable, because I need to clean them fairly frequently.

I bought these at a Dick's Sporting Goods in Easton. I don't think they are available for purchase over the Internet, which I find perplexing. But at least I was able to get them somewhere.

Some of you might remember that purchasing a pair of these sandals was one of my original items on the 101 in 1001 days. But please don't ask me how that project is going, because I don't know right now, not having checked my progress lately--or more accurately, verified my lack of progress.

My second item of clothing tonight is the important one--my green seersucker shirt:

The fact that this is seersucker is somewhat important, since I have always liked the fabric, thought it wrinkles something awful. Normally, I don't care that much, but every once and a while, I find that I have to iron the button placket and the sleeves, because they get all bunched up and it just looks sloppy.

But, this shirt is most important because I was wearing it the first day I started working at my job. (If you doubt it, ask me to show you my ID badge and you'll see a photo almost as bad as the one above.) I can't tell you anything especially remarkable about my first day at work. I only have vague impressions of it now. I started on June 15, 2000. I was given a cube in the same row with Flipper, GY, and Dr. Actually and until very recently, we've all been sitting with each other ever since. But, the best reason to bring up this shirt and my first day at work is because tomorrow is Lulu's LAST day at work.

I can't remember a great deal about her first day at work either, and there have been far too many things that have happened since that day to recount properly here. I can only say that I am sad to see another one of my close friends leave the building--even if it is to better, happier pursuits. All of the members of the 4Square lunch table have changed since we all met years ago and some of us have moved on to other things, but I count myself blessed for the time I've shared with each of them--from Old Navy and Jack way back in the day to Jack and Lulu and Flipper and Dr. Actually and Shirtless, to the departure of Old Navy and Jack, then the addition of Spec and Raisinette, then the subtraction of Spec, and now with the addition of DG and BH and MS.

People have come and gone, will continue to come and go, and I've had the richer life and experience because of it. So, thanks to everyone for being who you are. And much good luck to you Lulu as you head out to "Hot Waffles." Keep blogging!

Sarah's Memorial Day memories

(Another in a continuing series of posts written by my oldest daughter--which simply indicates that I haven't found the time and energy to write my own posts anymore.)

"It was Memorial day yesterday. My dad my sister and me went to the zoo. We had lunch there too. We had two hot dogs and chips. I saw gorilas and two monkeys. Then when we were done we went home and played outside. My dad was watering the grass. He sprad us with the hose too! I had a lot of fun."