Patia Stephens, Missoula, Montana

A Drivel Runs Through It

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

I read the news today, oh boy
So much for freedom of speech: Activist Cindy Sheehan arrested at Capitol (Yahoo)
Schneider said Sheehan had worn a T-shirt with an anti-war slogan to the speech and covered it up until she took her seat. Police warned her that such displays were not allowed, but she did not respond, the spokeswoman said.
Reading between the lines of Bush's State of the Union address:

"To change how we power our homes and offices, we will invest more in zero-emission, coal-fired plants; revolutionary 1970s solar and wind technologies; and clean, safe scary, dangerous nuclear energy."

"We will choose to act confidently aggressively in pursuing the enemies of freedom American global domination -- or retreat from our duties in the hope of an easier life," Bush said. "We will choose to build our prosperity by leading controlling the world economy -- or shut ourselves off from trade and opportunity."

"The road to victory is the road that will take our troops home to an early grave," Bush said. "As we make progress on the ground, and Iraqi forces increasingly take the lead approach the November elections, we should be able to further decrease our troop levels -- but those decisions will be made by our military commanders public relations campaign managers, not by politicians in Washington, D.C. American citizens."



Big issues in a small cabin
OK, that last post became less funny after I read about a kid killing himself at a Great Falls high school yesterday.

It's early. I should be asleep. But instead I'm awake, listening to the hooting of an owl outside in the Montana darkness and the squeaking of a mouse behind the bookcase in my living room.

Two nights in a row I've woken up to find Luna torturing a mouse in my bedroom. Each time, I've switched on the lamp and pondered: Should I try a catch-and-release intervention? Somehow, capturing a skittering mouse (with what, my bare hands?) seems unlikely. Should I herd it toward the door? "Exit this way, buddy?" Yeah, not likely either. I settle for steeling myself and adopting a "live and let die" philosophy. I feel sorry for the tiny creatures, but they ought not be in my house. I have to draw the line somewhere. And this game called Cat and Mouse has been around for eons. It's not really my place to judge.

Yeah, this blog has gone from grim to grimmer.

I tell you, I'm not a morning person.


Monday, January 30, 2006

Bumpersticker du jour
Seen on a car in Missoula:


Save the Earth

Kill yourself



Saturday, January 28, 2006

It's done
& Body Piercing

I survived. It hurt a LOT. I'm such a baby.

Here's me grimacing while she's about to stick me; here are the results. She said I'd be able to change jewelry in two or three weeks -- I'll put a silver hoop in the lower one then -- and two to three months to heal completely.


Don't be afraid ... just pierce it
The title of this post is from a bumpersticker plastered to a display case at Painless Steel, where I am awaiting my turn with the piercer. I'm nervous, especially after yesterday's painful laser experience. I'm wishing now that I'd recruited a friend to come with me for moral support. It's such a hassle making plans these days. We're all so busy.

More later ...

Worshipping at the golden altar of capitalism
Forum Shops, Caesar's Palace

Here's another shot from my Las Vegas trip in November. This is the Forum Shops at Caesar's Palace -- probably the most beautiful mall I've ever been in.


Report from the first week of classes
I am the oldest -- by about 20 years -- student in my poetry workshop. I am also the only graduate student. I am probably the only non-poet. I'm not yet sure how to feel about all this.

I think I am going to love my cultural studies class. Literary criticism is a complex, highly intellectual field of inquiry, and I would be terrified if it weren't for the fact that I have the coolest teacher in the world. I've already taken two classes from her, and I know that if anyone can make lit crit understandable and fun, she can.

I am mostly over my recent bout of unhappiness. Creating the list of Reasons to be Happy helped, as did realizing that I have bigger fish to fry. A big thanks to Bitterroot, Nancy, Meg, Kara and Brenda for helping me out.

Yesterday I had my first laser treatment to remove some benign bumps and broken blood vessels from my face. I was not prepared for how intense and painful it was. Imagine someone repeatedly snapping a rubber band against your face. Hard. Now imagine that snapping accompanied by a brilliant green flash of light, a spray of cool water and air, and a loud clunking noise. Egad. Today my face is red and seriously puffy. The price we pay for beauty ...!

I am extremely proud to report that I have gotten at least 30 minutes of exercise on at least 14 days in January. This may not sound like much to some of you, but it's a coup for me, one that I hope to increase. Even more impressive (to me, if no one else) is that I have been rolling out of bed in the morning to exercise first thing. This is a supreme show of dedication -- I am NOT a morning person -- and leaves me with a sense of accomplishment for the whole day.

Now. Things to do, places to go, people to see. Onward.


Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Omen?
Painless Steel
I've wanted to get my upper left ear pierced for, oh, about 20 years. I even bought a pair of Montana yogo sapphire studs four or five years ago; they have yet to be worn. I've been too chicken. I do have my lower lobes pierced, but everyone says that ear cartilage is one of the most painful places and takes months to heal.

Well, after enduring braces and jaw surgery, I finally figure I can handle getting my ears pierced. So today I opened up the Missoula phone book to look up Painless Steel's number. And the first thing I saw was that the upper left corner of the page said, "Ow."


Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Reasons to be happy -- got any?
I need to borrow some reasons to be happy, because I'm temporarily having problems coming up with my own. I had a couple of disappointments today -- nothing I won't get over, but enough to plunge me into a wading pool of despair. So, help me out here ....

Reasons to be Happy
  1. I'm healthy.
  2. I have good eyesight.
  3. I have a roof over my head. (Even if there are mice up there, too.)
  4. I have two beautiful kitties.
  5. Luna came with me on my morning hike today, all the way to the top of the hill. It was so cute.
  6. I have a great new computer.
  7. I have more than enough to eat. (Even if that causes its own set of problems.)
  8. I will soon have a perfect smile.
  9. I live in a beautiful place.
  10. Valentine's Day is coming! (Oh, wait, that goes on the Reasons to be Miserable list.)
  11. That's it, I'm out of ideas.
  12. ...?



Pictures from Sin City
Patia and Kat in Las VegasI finally got the pictures from my Las Vegas trip last November edited and uploaded to Flickr. Here's a (somewhat Photoshopped) picture of my cousin Kat and I at the Mirage Hotel. If you want to see more, you can click on the photo or go to the Las Vegas set.


Life, and sleep, with a mighty huntress
I am just so happy that my cats are such good mousers. Cabins are rather mouse-y places, and I don't know how I'd cope without Tango and Luna. Only, I wish Princess Luna wouldn't bring her tiny playmates into my bed at 6:09 a.m. (or any other time, for that matter). I know she just wants to play, and show off, but it's really hard to get back to sleep.


Monday, January 23, 2006

Spring Creek alumni update
I just updated my Spring Creek Alumni page with new information on Darren Moody, Derek Neilson, Scott Leif and Nancy Cawdrey. Creekers, check it out.


Friday, January 20, 2006

I M 42N8
Had a routine eye exam today. My vision is still better than 20/20. Hooray!


Hot tip: Wick dippers make for better candle-burning
Thanks to Christmas gifts and Bath and Body Works sales, I've been burning more candles than usual lately. I have pear- and lilac-scented pillars, jar candles ripe with roses and grapefruit, lemon and "Serenity" and "Passion" votives, even a couple of staid, unscented tapers. I also like to burn tealights in an oil diffuser and in the chiminea in my bedroom. My favorite candle at the moment is B&BW's "Comfort" scent -- it smells like heaven and shortbread cookies.

But the one thing that's been driving me crazy is the noxious smoke that wisps through the room after I blow (or snuff) out a candle. It just ruins the whole meditative, aromatherapeutic experience. Not to mention leaving a smudgy black coating on the inside of glass candle holders. Last week I decided I'd had enough -- I typed "how to blow out candles without smoke" into my browser's Google search bar. And I discovered wick dippers.

A wick dipper, I learned, is a simple little tool that is used to dunk a candle's wick into its pool of wax -- extinguishing the flame -- then straighten it back out for next time. Although you can buy fancy ones with hearts and stars and beads, I fashioned my own out of a straightened paper clip. And it worked. Perfectly. No smoke, no mess, no hassle.

I love stuff like this -- practical, simple tools and techniques that just work. (It's why I'm a fan of Martha Stewart, Real Simple and Flylady. They make life easier.) Plus, "wick dipper" is fun to say. (Especially if you mix a few letters around.) And I love that after 38 years, I'm still learning such basic life skills.

What's your best tip?


Thursday, January 19, 2006

Best spam headline yet
A "Howard Miller" just sent me an e-mail with this subject line:

Take just a candy and become ready for 36 hours of love


Well, Valentine's Day is approaching.


Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Bumpersticker du jour
Seen on a car in Missoula:

It's called therapy.
GET SOME



Monday, January 16, 2006

Now more than ever
Martin Luther King Jr.'s
Six Principles of Nonviolence
  1. Nonviolence is a way of life for courageous people.
  2. Nonviolence seeks to win friendship and understanding.
  3. Nonviolence seeks to defeat injustice, not people.
  4. Nonviolence holds that suffering can educate and transform.
  5. Nonviolence chooses love instead of hate.
  6. Nonviolence believes that the universe is on the side of justice.



Saturday, January 14, 2006

Tango Le Pew
Tango apres-bainApparently the double charm of Friday the 13th and a full moon was bad luck for one particular black cat. I smelled skunk shortly after I arrived home last night; when Tango came in a little later, he brought a noxious cloud with him. Fortunately, I had the presence of mind to scoop him up and right back out the door before he polluted the house.

I'm actually one of those weirdos who sort of likes the smell of skunk, but only from a distance. This was something else entirely. Sinus-clearing, shudder-inducing stink. I searched the Web; left messages for my vet. I let Tango eat supper in the mudroom, but made him spend the night outside while I figured out the best course of action.

First, I stopped by the vet's for a kitty Valium. At age 12 1/2, Tango's never had a bath in his life -- at least, not since I got him at 5 months. He's an extremely muscular cat with a fierce personality and daggers for claws. I wasn't taking any chances.

Once the Valium kicked in, I put him in the sink and began bathing him in a mixture of hydrogen peroxide, baking soda and Dove shampoo. Although tomato juice is a popular remedy for skunked critters, Web sites and my vet preferred the peroxide-baking soda route. But apparently any sort of acid will help neutralize skunk smell -- orange juice, vinegar. I followed his first wash-n-rinse with a dousing of apple cider vinegar, which I thought would be kinder to his skin.

He did pretty well, all things considered. He yowled and fought valiantly for a while, but finally just leaned into me in defeat as I poured yogurt cups of warm water over his bedraggled little body. Poor guy. I toweled him off and set him free to finish bathing himself the right way, thank you.

He's been surprisingly forgiving and cuddly tonight. I think he's feeling better now that he doesn't stink to high heaven. Up close, I can still smell skunk on him, but now I think it's rather odorable.

Ba dum bum.


Friday, January 13, 2006

Skunked
In 12 years of country living, my cat Tango has never been skunked.

Until tonight.


I am an onion, I am a walrus
Well, that's not it exactly, but this meme has something to do with the layers of an onion. I'm not sure I understand, but there it is.

(Found at Peace of My Mind.)

Layer One
Name: Patia
Birthdate: Like I'd tell you.
Birthplace: Northern California.
Current Location: Missoula, Montana.
Eye Color: Blue.
Hair Color: Currently dark brown.
Righty or Lefty: Righty
Sun Sign: Sagittarius.
Innie or Outtie: Innie

Layer Two
Your heritage: English, Dutch, Scotch, Irish, Norwegian, Bohemian (AKA Eastern European), God knows what else.
The shoes you wore today: Ariat Fatbaby boots.
Your hair: Chest-length, newly short, layered and spackled with experimental products.
Your eyes: We already did this one.
Your weakness: Cowboys. And firefighters. And artists. And intellectuals. And ...
Your fears: Rejection, accidents, miscellaneous Bad Things.
Your perfect pizza: Pretty much any white-sauce pizza from The Bridge.
One thing you'd like to achieve: Owning a home.

Layer Three
Your most overused phrase: Oh my God.
Your first waking thoughts: God, I hate alarm clocks.
The first feature you notice in the opposite sex: Eyes.
Your best physical feature: Feet.
Your bedtime: Technically midnight. Generally more like 1-3 a.m.
Your greatest fear: We already did this one, too.
Your greatest accomplishment: Tie between getting my bachelor's degree and quitting smoking.
Your most missed memory: Meaning the memory I can no longer remember? Huh?

Layer Four
Pepsi or Coke: Diet Coke, although I'm trying to kick it with mineral water and iced tea.
Single or group dates: Dates? What are those?
Adidas or Nike: New Balance.
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton.
Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate AND vanilla.
Cappuccino or coffee: Either is fine.

Layer Five
Smoke: Nope.
Cuss: Yes, dammit.
Sing: Not very well.
Take a shower everyday: Absolutely. If I don't, my day is ruined.
Have a crush(es): Ask me again tomorrow.
Do you think you've been in love: Well ....
Want to go to college: Heck, they can't get rid of me.
Like high school: High school, not so much. Boarding school, more or less.
Want to get married: Under the right circumstances ....
Believe in yourself: I work hard at it.
Type with your fingers on the right keys: Yes. Taught myself at age 25.
Think you're attractive: In a freakish sort of way.
Think you're a health freak: No, but I do like tofu and brown rice.
Play an instrument: No. In elementary school I wanted to learn guitar, but they were out of them, so they gave me a cello instead. After two weeks of lugging it home on the bus, I gave up on that idea.

Layer Six
In the past month, did you...
Drink alcohol: Uhhh, yes? I can't remember, but probably.
Smoke: Horrors no.
Do a drug: Does Lunesta count?
Make out: I wish.
Go on a date: What is this? Make Patia Feel Bad Day?
Eat an entire box of Oreos: Oh, gross. No.
Eat sushi: No.
Been on stage: Heck no.
Been dumped: No, thank goodness.
Gone skating: No!?
Made homemade cookies: No. But that's a good idea.
Been in love: Yes. With my cats.
Gone skinny dipping: Are you freakin' kidding me? It's zero degrees out there! Besides, I don't skinny dip. I chunky dunk.
Dyed your hair: Umm, maybe.
Stolen anything: NoOo!

Layer Seven
Have you ever...
Played a game that required removal of clothing: Oh, please. Do we have to talk about that?
If so, was it mixed company: What do you think?
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Puh-lease.
Been caught "doing something": I'm not answering this.
Been called a tease: I don't think so.
Gotten beaten up: Yeah, right.
Shoplifted: I must exercise my constitutional right to plead the fifth amendment.
If so, did you get caught: See above.
Changed who you were to fit in: I tried, but it never really worked.

Layer Eight
Age you hope to be married: In this lifetime.
Numbers and names of children: One. Undecided.
Describe your dream wedding: Let's just say it'd be unconventional.
How do you want to die: I'd prefer to be immortal.
What do you want to be when you grow up: A writer/photographer/cowgirl/world traveler.
What countr(ies) would you most like to visit: Egypt, Morocco, Greece, Italy, France, England, Scotland, Norway.

Layer Nine
Number of men I have kissed: Please. Like I could remember.
Number of boyfriends you've had: Serious boyfriends? Just a few.
Number of drugs taken illegally: Yeah, the fifth on this one, too.
Number of people I could trust with my life: Probably none.
Number of CDs that I own: I'm strictly an mp3 kind of girl these days.
Number of piercings: Four.
Number of tattoos: None.
Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: Lots, as a byline.
Number of scars on my body: Well, two or three small ones.
Number of things in my past that I regret: Three.

That's it? What a strangely unsatisfying exercise.


Damn straight, sister
Morgaine of What She Said! on Supreme Court nominee Samuel Alito:

This is Democracy's Last Stand, so get ready to filibuster, or plan on finding new work. It's time we had 2 political parties in this country -- we're all sick of Republican and Republican-Lite.



Thursday, January 12, 2006

Brace Face Tin Grin Smiley
Close-up at 15 months in bracesHere's a close-up of my smile at 15 months in braces. I'm very pleased so far and can't wait to get the braces off and see the results. My orthodontist won't tell me when they're coming off -- they don't want to get your hopes up -- but I have a feeling it won't be much longer. The original estimate was two years (next October), but I was ready for jaw surgery early, so now technically they have me until July. But I think it will be sooner. There is just a tiny bit of straightening left to be done before they are perfect. My next adjustment is Feb. 14, Valentine's Day, and I'm hoping my hot date, I mean, orthodontist, will give me some good news.

I also uploaded the full face shot, before and after X-rays and, while we're on the subject of teeth, a picture of the bite mark a bear left in my trash can last fall.


Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Thank goodness I'm a brunette
The best blonde joke ever!

(Thanks, Sharon.)


My blogspace + miscellaneous thoughts
Desk with daffodils

























Daffodils -- in January! -- were on sale at Safeway. This just makes me happy.

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I'm sorry about the weather. It's my fault, I admit it. I spent 400 bucks on studded snow tires in mid-December and it hasn't snowed since. Instead we have rain and mud. Lots and lots of mud.

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Had my teeth cleaned today. The dentist and his staff are amazed at how good my teeth and bite look.

***

I am starting to get reallyreallyreally anxious and excited to get my braces off. The orthodontist still won't tell me when -- but we're getting close, I can tell. I will post a smile update soon.

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I lovelovelove waking up with my two kitties snuggled up around me.

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I tried to go to the gym tonight for the first time in months. It was closed.

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Why is it I become wide awake right about when I should be getting sleepy?

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Here's the strangest site I've seen in a while: Peter Pan's Fashion Pages. It defies description. Just go look. Be sure to scroll down, and click on a few of the thumbnails. (Thanks to Osbasso for the link.)

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My favorite line from "The Skeleton Key," a pretty good voodoo-hoodoo-suspense flick I watched this weekend:

"Good night, child."


Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Fall ... ing in love, apart, to pieces
(Indulge me in a bit of wordplay.)

I'm about a third of the way through editing five months' worth of backlogged photos. Here's a shot I took of Rattlesnake Creek on a magical fall day in Missoula's Greenough Park. If you want to see more, go to my Flickr album.

Rattlesnake Creek


Sunday, January 08, 2006

Food for thought
(Cross-posted from 1776 Dead Americans)

This Montana Life writes about running into an acquaintance who has just returned from Iraq:
First, I thanked him for his service as a Sargeant in the Army Reserves. Then, I asked him about Iraq. Like most, he wanted to share, but hesitated, realizing that neither I, or anyone else that hadn't been in Iraq, could never understand his experiences. He merely stated, "It was a life changing experience."

A few more points he made:
  • The Iraqi people, one on one, were very nice.
  • The Iraqi people tell the soldiers, "Thank you very much for removing our dictator, but you can leave now. We'll handle our own country."
  • Iraq is very tribal and will not change any time soon.
  • The country is now being run by corrupt politicians.
  • It's all about money.
  • Outside of a fifty mile square, Iraq is a very dangerous place for American soldiers.
  • American soldiers are both bored and scared.
Read the complete post here.


Friday, January 06, 2006

20 Most "Favorited" Images on Flickr
20 Most
Created for The Top 20 Favorites for 2005 as chosen by the Flickr world.








10 foods I refuse to eat
Swiped from Leesa of the beautiful Montana blog Peace of My Mind. I just discovered her!
  1. Anything hazelnut-flavored. Hazelnut just smells and tastes like dirty socks to me.
  2. Peanut butter and chocolate ice cream. I am bizarrely picky about peanuts. I will eat creamy peanut butter, peanuts on Thai food and Reese's peanut butter cups, but I think peanut butter ice cream and peanut butter M&Ms are revolting. Peanut breath -- don't get me started.
  3. Sea urchin. Years ago in San Francisco I tried sea urchin sushi and it was the nastiest thing I have ever tasted. I still don't know if it was bad or if that's the way it's supposed to taste. Otherwise, I love sushi.
  4. Pears. I really wish I liked pears. They're beautiful and elegant and shapely .... mostly I just don't like the gritty texture.
  5. Chili. I won't actually refuse to eat chili -- I'm just terribly ambivalent about it, and beans in general. They bore me. (I like black beans, though.)
  6. Whey. I'm lactose-intolerant and whey is concentrated lactose. You'd be amazed at how many processed foods it's hidden in -- breads, frozen waffles, potato chips and other snack foods ....
  7. Martinis. OK, a martini isn't really a food, but I'm running out of ideas. Martinis are another one of those things I wish I liked, but I just don't. They taste like lighter fluid to me.
  8. Bizarre disgusting things like monkey brains. Not that I've ever been offered monkey brains, but if I were, I would refuse them. Even if it was a cultural faux pas and an insult to my hosts. I would draw the line.
  9. ... Can't really think of a 9 or 10. I'm a pretty adventurous eater and will try most things -- Rocky Mountain oysters, regular oysters, tripe, ethnic foods of all varieties, exotic fruits and vegetables, spinach, Brussels sprouts. Bring 'em on. I've even eaten badger and frogs I killed myself (21 years ago, on a survival course. I didn't kill the badger by myself, but I helped. I still feel kind of guilty ...).



Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Good and evil in Missoula
Nothing upsets me more than animal cruelty. They're such innocents; what kind of person would put a cat in a cage with a rock and throw it in a river?

OTOH, a good rescue story is a sure heartwarmer. This little torti looks just like my Luna. Maybe they're related. (And I wish I was related to this hunka firefighter.)

Cat gets "Lucky" in rescue on icy river (CNN)

Addendum: "The Humane Society of the United States is offering a $2,500 reward for information leading to the arrest of the person responsible for throwing a caged cat into the Clark Fork River. The cat was rescued early Tuesday morning. Anyone with any information about the cruelty should contact the Humane Society of Western Montana in Missoula at 549-3934 or the Humane Society's Northern Rockies regional office at (406) 255-7161."--Missoulian


Monday, January 02, 2006

You know you're in Montana when ...
... you order an Oriental chicken salad and it arrives with honey mustard dressing, cubes of American cheese and a side of garlic toast.


Sunday, January 01, 2006

Out with the old attitude
After 38 years on this planet, I recognize the futility of New Year's resolutions. However, I do enjoy the ritual of reflection during this time of year. I indulge my love of list-making and think of all the ways I want to re-invent myself. While declaring my intentions may not have the decisiveness of making resolutions, it sets a mood for the upcoming year. I believe in the spiral theory of personal growth -- our progress will rarely be a straight line, but rather spiraling circles of self-improvement. At each bend in the path, we will see familiar scenery, but from a different perspective.

I did something today I haven't done in months. I walked up the steep hill near my house. At a leisurely pace -- pausing frequently to catch my breath and stretch my stiff muscles -- it takes about 15 minutes to reach the top. The view is spectacularly worth it -- valley, mountains and sky. It never fails to astonish me. I am also pleasantly surprised by how much better I feel after my hike. I no longer feel sluggish. My back has quit aching. I'm cheerful and inspired.

The hardest part of exercising, for me, is always getting out the door. Once I do, I generally enjoy it, and sometimes even have a hard time stopping. But overcoming that initial inertia is hard. I'm distracted by my to-do list or by the overwhelming desire to nap. Or by the small voice that says, "Why bother? It won't make any difference." But while 30 minutes of exercise might not make any difference in how I look, it certainly makes a difference in how I feel. I am healthier, happier, more energetic.

So I'm not making a resolution to exercise every day or to lose X number of pounds, but I am declaring my intent to make my health and happiness my No. 1 priority. Because aren't I worth 30 minutes? Thirty minutes of walking outside, or working out at the gym, or doing my yoga tape, or dancing in the kitchen? Isn't 30 minutes of self-restoration more important than homework, dishes, paying bills, e-mail, blogging?

Today, this year, I choose to believe it is.

~~~

P.S. Happy birthday, Michelle!!!


Happy 2006!
Happy 2006
























First Night ice sculptures on the Missoula County Courthouse lawn. Notice the multicolored clock -- every New Year's Eve, it magically changes colors, one after the other.


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