By the time I played on this rocketship at Southridge Park, the “authentic” U.S.A. markings and decor had all worn away and all that was left was the bare metal.

I always imagined that playing on this to be much more fun than it actually was. I envisioned all of the kids on the rocketship pretending to be on the Starship Enterprise. I didn’t care that the ship didn’t look like the Enterprise. I imagined that I would be the captain and that I would have a good friend to be my Spock.

I NEVER had that experience.

Whenever I was taken to Southridge Park to play, the rocketship was full of unimaginative kids who just wanted to climb. They didn’t want to pretend to have adventures.

As an adult right now, I don’t know which is better: the kid who wants to pretend to have an adventure instead of enjoying the one she’s having or the kid who has no imagination.

Via: Explorer Rocket I Retro Playground Equipment I 1974 Catalog I Plaidstallions.com

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It looks like creativity knows no bounds when it comes to using the bits and pieces in the boxes of parts that Ikea gives you. Here are a couple of projects that looked particularly interesting.

• ikea hacker: another way to hack a murphy bed

• ikea hacker: stolmen bike rack

I don’t really NEED a murphy bed or bike rack, but aren’t they the coolest projects?

I think I love Ikea because all of their items look like building blocks. They remind me of Lego blocks and how I put them together is my choice. Will I create what I’m “supposed” to create? Will I create something lame and rickety? Will I create something that the Gargonzola monster could withstand? It all depends on me!

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Here is an amazing documentary about people who hoard.

POSSESSED from Martin Hampton on Vimeo

Like my grandfather’s house, you can barely walk through their homes. There is no room for another thing, their areas are so packed with items. They are in debt by the spending or spilling out of their one-bedroom flat with over 6000 books.

Just like how all my hobbies devolve into a spreadsheet, the first hoarder had a database for all of his books. How many ideas did I get for storage of books from that man? So many that I can feel the hoarder in me get a little excited.

The French woman’s voice could have been my grandfather’s voice if he were more self-aware.

“It’s very difficult to let go of things. They are like a time capsule. My stuff is sacred. It might be rubbish, but nobody is allowed to touch it. Unconsciously, I must need it somehow. I can’t get rid of it. It happened before that I managed to get rid of things, but then I have been fishing them out of the bin, you know, while everyone is asleep.”

When Stacey threw out his newspapers, he went out to the huge garbage can to retrieve them. I don’t know what he said to her that day. We still don’t talk about it much.

To see the dust flying at the last hoarder’s home with all his mail, magazines and random papers was enough to remind me of those horrible days right after his death. He had over fifty magazine subscriptions, some of them in languages that he couldn’t read. Every newspaper, every piece of mail and every television guide was important to him. Those stacks and stacks of paper were the result of SORTING. They were the things that he wanted.

The last hoarder said, “It would be nice to have gotten her clothes back.” He was talking about his mother. He had been grieving her and wished for something more for his already overfilled house. Just like my desire for The Ancient Ones or my childhood toys still left at my grandparents’ house, I saw myself in him.

Half of me is reviled and wants to get rid of all my stuff. The other half learned how to cram more books into my tiny home. Which road will I walk down? Do I even have a choice?

Via: Mind Hacks: Possessed

Read Braidwood’s most excellent post about hoarding as well:

• Authentic Threads · Hoarding- a brief digression from Women’s History Month

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As always, I tried to get some video of the Jane Goodall lecture I attended last week. It didn’t take long for the usher to stop me from filming. Since Jane had talked about how amazing technology is and we could be streaming this lecture across the world to China, it seems odd that she wouldn’t want more people to hear her plea, but I stopped filming. Here is the best few minutes of what I got.

Download this video for your iPod

I have more video, but she didn’t get to complete her next thought before the usher asked me to stop filming. It’s always easier to ask forgiveness than permission, so I didn’t mind the reprimand. I’m just glad that I got a minute or two of her amazing lecture to show the world.

I DO have a new quote to add to our Motivational Quotes Collection:

“I think the best evenings are when we have messages, things that make us think, but we can also laugh and enjoy each other’s company.”

• Jane Goodall, Lecture in Salt Lake City, Utah, 03-04-08

I am so grateful I was able to attend this wonderful lecture and meet Jane Goodall in person!

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<img src=”http://laura.moncur.org/wp-content/photos/JaneLauraMikeCorrected.jpg” width=”300″ height=”400alt=”Jane Goodall, Laura and Mike: 03-04-08″ title=”Jane Goodall, Laura and Mike: 03-04-08″ class=”imageframe” align=”right” />As part of my Internet Exile, I attended a lecture featuring Jane Goodall at Abravenal Hall last week. I really loved the lecture by her. She was entertaining. She told us four stories about chimpanzees. She then told us about all the ways she has been trying to help save not only “her” group of chimps, but the neighboring towns, and the world. Most importantly, she gave us REAL things that we could do to help her like volunteer for the local Roots and Shoots program, donate to the Jane Goodall Institute or just buy a stuffed monkey.

I would have enjoyed the whole evening a lot better if the University of Utah hadn’t struggled so hard to make her lecture an “event.” They spent over an hour showcasing the local musical talent of Red Rock Rondo and presenting Terry Tempest Williams. Each of these artists were good enough to hold their own two hour concert or lecture, but they were crammed before Jane Goodall’s speech with an audience itchy to see Jane.

Worse still, Robert Newman, the Dean of Humanities at the University of Utah, spent TWENTY minutes introducing her! We had all paid our money to see Jane Goodall. WE KNOW WHO SHE IS! We don’t need anyone to spend twenty minutes telling us all over again.

We bought our books and waited in line with our nephew. His mother was adamant that he get a chance to talk to her and pose for a picture, even though it was a school night. I glanced at my watch and it looked like we weren’t going to get out of there until almost midnight based on how long the line was and how quickly it was moving. Fortunately, Jane’s people came through the line and took us to the front so our nephew could get home and get to bed. You can’t imagine how grateful we were.

Despite the minor inconveniences, it was a wonderful night and I felt honored to be there.

Whenever I go thrift store shopping with Mike, it’s a rush job. The thick stench of dust makes him want to leave as soon as possible before an allergy attack sets off an asthma attack and it all spirals down from there. On my self-imposed Internet exile last week, I went thrift store shopping ALONE. I spent about four hours at my favorite DI and Thrift Town. I found many pairs of red shoes, a couple of books and some glasses that Arby’s gave out in the 1980’s. The same style that has become a family heirloom, I found for a buck a piece.

More importantly, I found lots of cool things that I didn’t want to buy. I snapped photos instead.

I found this crocheted set of characters from Winnie the Pooh both heartbreaking and heart-warming. Someone went to a lot of trouble to crochet these pristine and unloved stuff animals. I can tell they were unloved because they are so clean and beautiful. I imagined an excited grandma-to-be working steadily away at these stuffed animals. Why are they at the thrift store? Were they rejected by the mom? Were they too young for the barely teen grandchild who received them? Did the baby die? I can’t think of a happy story for these lovely and rejected stuffed animals.

This blender, on the other hand, was WELL loved. Worn and still covered with bits of food, this blender was used at many cocktail parties by a handsome woman in a full skirt with crinoline. Only four dollars and perpetually stuck in the on position.

I had to take the Barb-B-Table out of box to even understand what it was. Apparently, it’s a table tray that attaches to your barb-b-que. It was a sandy brown, the same color as the lettering on the box. It seems that the box was far more interesting to it’s previous owner than the table.

I didn’t buy any of these items, despite their appeal. I have no children to love the stuffed animals. I have no use for a broken blender, despite its retro beauty. I certainly have no use for half a table. That didn’t stop me from wanting them, so I snapped photos so I can remember them forever.

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I went on a self-imposed Internet exile last week. Okay, that’s a lie. I mostly stayed away from the Internet last week. After writing a backlog of entries for Starling Fitness, I gave myself permission to leave the computer alone. I gave myself permission to NOT work. I gave myself permission to even not read my email if I didn’t want to.

Of course, I read my email and dealt with comment spam every day, but because I didn’t feel like I had to be tied to the computer, I was able to enjoy my week. What did I do?

• I went thrift store shopping.
• I saw Jane Goodall.
• I went to the Salt Lake City Library.
• I spent many lazy days just reading.
• I ate healthy, exercised and kept up with the housecleaning.

After such a refreshing week, I’ve had a VERY productive morning. With almost half of all the entries for next week already in the hopper, I’m considering doing this again next week.

I’m looking out the window at the Salt Lake City Library. It smells like freshly baked cookies. It smells really good, but it doesn’t make me feel hungry. I wonder why.

There is a man in a suit waiting for the Trax train. He’s looking west, so I’m guessing he’s heading east. He has a soft briefcase sitting next to him. His hair is cut short and every once in a while, he checks his watch. His forearms rest on his thighs and he almost looks as if he is praying. He doesn’t notice the people walking past him. He just sits waiting for the train.

Where is he going? It’s a little early for him to be heading home from work.

He’s sitting differently now and it looks like he is looking directly at me, through the window of the library right at me. Did he see me click a photo of him through the window? Did he see my face behind the glass watching him? I click another picture, brazenly lifting my camera to test a reaction, but he doesn’t move an inch. He doesn’t see me. He is looking at the architecture or a reflection on the glass. Maybe he is just staring off into space, seeing nothing, especially not me behind the screen.

One more minute creeps by and his train finally arrives. He stands up and disappears into the train going wherever he is going. That line heads up the the university and the hospital. Is he visiting a sick friend? Is he attending an afternoon class in the hopes of moving ahead in the business world? Is he beating the commuter rush and going home early? I’ll never know.

Part of me is sad about that because I’ll never find out the truth, but another part of me revels in it. The truth doesn’t matter and I can believe whatever I want about the man in the suit. A woman in a bright pink blazer has overtaken his vigil and I can think what I may about her as well.

Next time I’m feeling down, I need to remember to watch these videos of cute farm animals.

Also:

• Cute Overload! :) – Behbeh lamb-pants

Via: Cute Overload

• Cute Overload! :) This behbeh goat…rocks!

• Cute Overload! :) Kids love to jump on beds

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Sometimes I think that house was cursed. The minute we moved out of it and into this tiny home, our lives got better.

PostSecret‘s beneficiary is the National Hopeline Network. It is a 24-hour hotline (1 (800) SUICIDE) for anyone who is thinking about suicide or knows someone who is considering it.

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I feel like writing, but I have no idea what I want to write about. I feel guilty because I have been so guarded on my blog lately. I used to write about what I was thinking here and I miss that. I also used to spend far too much time trying to be a Writer (with a capital W), and I don’t miss that. When I read some of my older entries, it’s really obvious to me that I was trying to prove something. I was trying to prove that I was a writer. Now that I am, however, I feel like I have less to write about. Why is that?

What’s going on in my life?

If a close friend were to ask me that and I was being honest, I would say that I am coming out of a bad year. 2007 was really hard on me. I lost my grandfather, who very nearly raised me, so he was like a father to me. Ten years ago, when my grandmother died, I gained a ton of weight and was depressed for a year or two. This time, I’ve also gained a ton of weight. As much as I like to think that I’m better at this life thing, it still shocks me how quickly I fall into my old habits.

I also lost my cat, Linda. Mike and I adopted her the second year we were married. She was an energetic kitten back then. We almost lost her to feline infectious anemia in her seventh year, but she survived it, thanks to an attentive veterinarian. After sixteen years of life, I have no regrets in how we dealt with Linda. We tried to keep her comfortable for as long as we could. My only regret is that now Maggie is so lonely.

There were other negative things that happened to us in 2007, so I was glad to see the year go. I really decided that 2008 was going to be a better year. When brightly colored flowers didn’t pop out of the ground on January first, though, I realized that 2008 isn’t some magic time. I made it a milestone, but that didn’t make me feel instantly better.

I DO feel better, though. We’ve gone several months without a major illness in the family. We’ve traveled and seen friends in San Diego. It’s so nice to see them thriving. All in all, Mike and I live an incredibly lucky life and wallowing in the sadness last year didn’t really help the situation any.

I got an email from an old high school friend last night. It said, “I found your website. I hope you and Mike are doing well. I could not find the link to the class reunion pictures. Would you send me a link?” I cringed when I realized that he must have seen how lame my blog is right now. Sure, cute little videos are fun to watch, but honestly, I post them here so that I’ll remember them. When did my blog turn into one big “Note to Self?” Was it always that way and I just didn’t notice it?

OMG! This is the cutest video EVAR! It makes me want to warp the mind of a three year old today!

Don’t talk back to Darth Vadar, or he’ll getcha!

Here’s the same video with clips from the movie.

Via: Sheldon: Sheldon Talk forum: A Long Time Ago, In a Galaxy Where People Have Sippy Cups…

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Note to self: figure out how to crochet a cute little reversible Chicken N’ Egg toy. It’s SO cute!

• Craftzine.com blog: Knit Chicken N’ Egg Reversible Toy

Many thanks to Discopop Directory for reminding me of Voice of the Beehive. I haven’t listened to that old and warped cassette tape for a long time. I guess it’s time to buy it on iTunes.

Here’s the video for “I Say Nothing.” The best line:

“I drink at parties so I’ll be who they think I am.”

Here’s the video for “Don’t Call Me Baby.” The best line:

“Don’t call me ‘baby,’ when she is waiting in the car.”

Somehow YouTube magically knew that if I loved Voice of the Beehive, I would also like seeing this video from Strawberry Switchblade. Mike and I found this one on CD the first year we were married, but the sound of those horns brought back all my Ritz memories.

Here’s the video for “Since Yesterday.” The best line:

“When tomorrow comes, you’ll wish, you had today.”

Back in the Eighties, when I listened to this song, I truly believed that line, but now that I’m living in tomorrow, I wouldn’t go back. The Ritz was fun. It encompassed my entire life, but I enjoy being 38 years old. I have FAR more freedom now to do whatever I want, even with life’s responsibilities.

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I just watched the mailman pick up all my packages. I had things for Starling Fitness to send out and then a couple of personal packages to friends in San Diego. I don’t know why I waited until there was a stack of mail, but a stack of mail went out today. It feels good to get it finished and sent.

They say that happiness lies in doing. I like accomplishing things, but I’ve noticed that I will procrastinate. Why do I put off that good feeling of achievement?

It’s not sloth. It’s not laziness. I will do a ton of other things to avoid having to do something else. Sometimes I do housework to avoid paid work. Sometimes I do paid work to avoid housework. Sometimes, I find video games that actually feel like work to avoid both. Even my recreation could be considered work.

So why do I procrastinate sometimes?

All I can figure is that I work so much that procrastination is the only way I know how to rest.

Gotta fix that somehow…

Mike’s aunt and cousin, Gini and Emily Moncur, gave us t-shirts for Sid and Zadie. Since Sid’s full name is Sid Vicious, the Punk t-shirt was perfect!

I’m so surprised that we were able to get them to sit still long enough to photograph them together.

If you want a t-shirt like this for your little punk, head over to Molly McB & Co.

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I can knit, but I don’t really like to. The pattern for knitting a chain chomp hat is here:

• Knitting Ninja » Chain Chomp Hat

I think I’d prefer to crochet one instead. I guess I’ll have to figure out a pattern on my own.

Via: Craftzine.com blog: HOW TO – Knit a Chain Chomp Hat

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The MySpace page was blaring the song, “Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol. I was sitting in the dark, half-awake, trying to figure out how to turn the damn song off. I finally found the pause button below the fold and the computer stopped singing. Mike walked into the living room, illuminated by the glow of my screen.

“What are you doing?”

I looked at the MySpace page, disappointed.

“I’m looking for Chelly Bird,” I replied, “This is NOT her.”

It looked like it was going to be her. Female, 38, right name, but she is definitely NOT Chelly. For a moment, before the page started yelling, “Let’s waste time, chasing cars,” I thought, “Wow! Chelly is in the UK now. That’s awesome!” Instead, a different Chelly Bird is back in the UK with her brother and sisters.

“Are you awake?” Mike asked. After several bouts of sleepwalking, I can understand why he would ask me that. It was four in the morning and I was staring at the computer like a zombie.

“I just had a dream that I saw Chelly Bird. I thought I’d google her name, but I’m the second entry for her name.”

“Not everyone is on the Internet.”

“I know, but sometimes I get surprised by that fact.”

“Think about it. If she was on the Internet, she would have already emailed you to complain that you’re the first on Google for her name.”

“Yeah… I know…”

I returned to Google, but the rest of the listings were less my old friend than the nice girl in the UK with a Robbie Williams fetish. I tried other friends from my grade school past. Stefanie Pillaris? Nothing… Kirstie Salamanikas? NOTHING! With a name like Kirstie Salamanikas, she definitely would have shown up if she had logged into anything with her real name. I tried LinkedIn, Facebook and LiveJournal. Nothing.

Not everybody is on the Internet, I know…

But then I tried searching for myself. Back when they knew me, my name was Laura Lund. Okay… there I am. Halfway down the list, but there. I guess if they are looking for me, they’ll find me.

SMS Log: Feb 4, 2008 8:32 PM

Dan: Just looked up RB downloads for tomorrow and We Care Alot is on the list!

Laura: OMG! I can’t wait to get home to play!

It’s ROCK BAND FRIDAY!!!

Watching this video reminded me what it was like to be a teenager. Cops, security officers and anyone else who had a bad day thought it was within their rights to do this to us. If only I had a cameraphone back then. I would have had the proof that this kid had.

I love the end of that video. You can hear:

“Is that camera on? If I find myself…”

I can only end the sentence with YouTube. Rock on Eric Bush and his skater friends. Keepin’ the punk rock alive!

That cop got his own beatdown:

• Inner Harbor incident hits Internet — baltimoresun.com

After being a grownup for so long, I forgot how much hassle it was to be a teenager. Listening to this cop berate this kid brought all the memories flashing back:

• The nutcase lady who worked at the jewelry store in Valley Fair Mall who always assumed that we were stealing and went off on Sceverenia that day. She was so angry when she searched us thoroughly and found nothing.

• The cop that pulled up to my Baja Beetle when Pinkston and I were just sitting talking. No trespassing, no drugs, no alcohol. We were just talking. He was so disappointed that we weren’t committing any crimes that he took it out on us.

• The teacher that marked my vocabulary tests down because of grammar errors. I wouldn’t have minded if she had been consistent, but she would ignore the errant commas of her darling students, but mark mine down.

I had forgotten all of those episodes of bullying and unfairness over the years. In retrospect, living well is the best revenge. The nutcase lost her store at Valley Fair Mall when Claire’s came and put her out of business. Of all the crimes Pinkston and I committed, we never were caught. And that teacher? I don’t know where she is now, but spell-check has gently corrected my spelling with loving kindness, making itself virtually useless now. I’m a writer and I put my commas wherever I want now.

Via: Don’t Be Evil: YouTube prevents punk kid from learning his lesson

Here’s something to keep you happy and singing all day today!

Via: Sheldon: Sheldon Talk forum: Darth Vader Sings “Mna Mna”!

The description says he’s just messing around with the PVC pipes, but it sounds like a totally awesome new song from The Blue Man Group.

I listened to all five minutes of the video. He should release his “messing around” on a CD that I can buy or download.

Wow, The Blue Man Group need to release a new album.