Reflections on Hamlet

Did you ever think that Ophelia might not have killed herself if she had a core group of ladies to back her up? They would have told her that Hamlet was a looooooser and to forget him... and that, quite likely, he was secretly gay and in love with Horatio.

Things I think about in the car, driving home from CT.

Kindred "Spirits"

Ladies and Gentlemen,

I have seen the promised land, and it contains lots of ladies trying to save the classics.

The more I think about it, the more I think that the Manhattan might need to be the drink of 2009. I haven't made a good Manhattan in years.

One Good Thing; One Not So Good Thing

I love that the Obamas are so obviously in love with each other and love their kids and the kids love them (and their new puppy). I love watching all the coverage about the move into the White House.

I don't like that Boston.com felt the need to post this photo on their site today:
Hello, jelly donut!!!!!!! DANGER, DANGER, DANGER!

Nothing Quite So Cosy

There is nothing like warm flannel sheets on chilly fall mornings. Seriously, you don't want to get up in the morning. Although in my case, it might not be just the sheets. (These are made by Eddie Bauer and were purchased on sale at LinensNThings.)

How much I do hate urban animals

I had to take my car into the dealer's last week Friday, after a warning light came on that basically said, "Drive me and DIE!!!!!" (sometimes called the oil pressure sensor.) When I opened up the hood to take a look, I immediately noticed a large piece of cardboard on top of the engine. Uh, that wasn't there two weeks ago when I took my car in for service. Also, there was a funny smell of something decaying.

Yes, true reader, you might have guessed it - a rat tried to turn my engine into its nest. ICK & GAG!! GAG & ICK!!! Thankfully, it died in there. Unfortunately, it also chewed through a lot of wiring in the car. And Audi still hasn't called me with an estimate about the repairs.

My stomach hurts.

I emailed my property manager telling them that I want rodent extermination escalated. I only hope my insurance will cover the repairs.

Thanks to Flickr for the photo.

Change We Can Believe In (oh please dear God pleasepleaseplease)

I got to Jackson Mann at 6:50 this morning to vote, and the line was already out the door. By 7:10, the line was down the steps and around the block. The people inside were doing a great job keeping the lines moving and staying upbeat. I can't help but wonder if they will be feeling the same way by the end of the day. Note to voters: it helps election officials if you know your ward and precinct number when you arrive. You can always check here if you don't know or don't remember.

The kids arriving for school made it quite clear who they wanted people to be voting for: cries of "Obama in 08" were heard every time a group of kids got dropped off. That made me smile. I hope that they are as excited about the presidential elections when it is their time to go to the polls.

When I was actually given my ballot, my heart started to race a little. It was so exciting to fill in the little bubble for Obama and Biden (incidentally, they are the last set of names on the Massachusetts ballot - "skip to the end" indeed.) When I put my ballot into the feeder, I gave it a little tap for good luck and then headed home.

The walk to vote had been so quiet and peaceful; the sun just coming up and a brisk autumn chill in the air. The walk home was a reminder that I live in the city, as commuters (and voters) had begun to fill up the sidewalks.