Archive for February, 2009

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A anniversary of sorts

February 27, 2009

I completely forgot, but I’ve now worked as a Senior Production Chemist in the Synthetic Chemistry Production department for an entire year. How can this be? It’s flown by. Have I mentioned I love my job? Because I LOVE MY JOB. It’s so nice to be sincere about something.

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Things I neglect to do while sick

February 20, 2009

A short list.

  • Bathe
  • Brush my teeth
  • Clean the cat box (with serious consequences)
  • Answer my phone
  • Clean the kitchen (or any part of the house, really)
  • Take medication
  • Eat healthy foods*
  • Move around

Yeah, I’m feeling better, but it took a while. There were seven of us. SEVEN OF US.

* Unless you count endless corn tortillas with butter “healthy”

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Small successes with Jack

February 13, 2009

This morning, on an odd whim, I went on the Great Toy Hunt of 2009. Jack has a ton of toys, and I can’t find a single one. So I got out the trusty wind-up flashlight (courtesy of the best neighbors ever upstairs), and searched. Now, I live in a rather small one-bedroom apartment, with furniture that either rests on the floor, or has a nice gap under it. There’s not a lot of places one* could hide toys. A few weeks ago I found a few things shoved under the shelving unit in the pantry. Now I keep the door closed when I’m not cooking.

Today was very successful! I found all four of Jack’s ping pong balls under the wire shelving in the closet, the only place in the house with a small enough space that little kitten arms can’t really reach. And I’m so glad I found those, because the ping pong balls are Jack’s favorite. He will chase those things around the house for ages, and by himself, and it really tires him out. Which I need to happen, because lately he’s been wanting to play in the middle of the night. When I refuse, he takes the time to slowly and knowingly knock everything in the bedroom over/off where it is. Then he will stand on the dresser and play with the door until I wake up.

I’m so glad I found this site. It makes me a lot more optimistic about a future nighttime when we can all be happy.

* By one, I mean Jack.

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2nd Show of 2009: the Peninsula Symphony!

February 11, 2009

I’ve been batting this post around for a couple of weeks now, trying to decide what to say. In the interest of moving on, I’ll keep it brief.

On January 16th, I went with my grandmother to see the Peninsula Symphony at the Fox Theater in Redwood City. We’ve gone to many of their performances, as good friends of the family (my former piano teacher!) were on the board for many years. This particular concert was a focus on Spain.

Carolina Lugo’s Brisas de Espana dance troupe danced along with the first half. People went gaga for them. I found it distracting from the music itself, which was lovely and excellently played. The second half was the entirety of Rodrigo’s Concierto de Aranjuez, played wonderfully by Angel Romero. This was my grandfather’s favorite piece of music, played by his favorite guitarist, and so it was extra special for me. The playing was superb and passionate, and I could see from my fifth row seat that he felt the music, without looking TOO into it, which can look a bit silly (see here).

The entire program:
Program:
Manuel De Falla: Interlude and Dance from La Vida Brevé
Georges Bizet: Carmen Suite
Manuel De Falla: Three Cornered Hat Suite
Emmanuel Chabrier: España
Carolina Lugo’s Brisas de España Flamenco Dance Company
Joaquin Rodrigo: Concierto de Aranjuez
Angel Romero, guitar

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Welcome to the World, Tula Kelly!

February 3, 2009

Tula Kelly, originally uploaded by maceelaine.

Born January 28th. She is so tiny and perfect.

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Jack’s Big Adventure

February 3, 2009

Jack’s big adventure, originally uploaded by maceelaine.

So Jack‘s had the sniffles for a few days, so it was time to take him to his very first vet visit. I had been meaning to take him in anyway, just to make sure he was normal.
Lacking other transport, I used the cardboard kitty carrier that brought him home to me, six months ago. He more or less completely filled it, and was very not happy crossing the bridge. I had never heard him complain so much!
Arriving in Berkeley (at the wonderful Campus Veterinary!), we discovered that in his excitement, Jack had urinated in the box, and had lost it’s structure, so that got tossed out.
The visit went well. I was sad to hear that my cat has feline herpes, but this is evidently common and nothing to worry about. He’ll just get the sniffles when he’s stressed out. He got some meds, and off we went, in a new cardboard box, courtesy of the vet.
Jack was even less enthusiastic about getting back in a box, and managed to find the weak point in the seam before I even left the office. Thanks to the efforts of about four people, we reinforced the seams and it was time to get home.
About two blocks from the vet, Jack punched a huge hole in the SIDE of the box, nowhere near any of the seams or anything. He began to wander around the car while I panicked. I couldn’t put him back in the box, he’d just escape out the hole again. I had no way of containing him!
To make me even more nervous, he immediately began panting like a dog, which is NOT normal behavior. Luckily, after a cursory investigation of the entire car, Jack found a comfy spot in the backseat and hung out there for the rest of the HOUR LONG drive (of course there was horrible traffic down University, and crossing the bridge, it was Saturday. I felt dumb).
As soon as I got him back inside the apartment, he stopped panting and was acting completely normal. We decided that it was probably a combination of stress and the fact that his nose is all stuffed up.
He’s been pretty good about letting me give him his meds, and he’s already sneezing much less.

But what an exciting day!

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25 Tidbits

February 3, 2009

I got tagged to do a “25 Random Things about You” thingy on Facebook, and so I thought I’d share here, too.

1. I have only one tattoo, which I got when I was 18, which seems like eons ago. It was long enough ago that they weren’t called tramp stamps then, I can tell you that. I have at least three more that I have planned, but lack time and money.
2. When I was young, I wanted to learn the cello, based solely on the movie “The Witches of Eastwick.”
3. I tell everyone that I’m five foot nine, but really I’m only five foot eight and a half.
4. I currently have a homemade poster in my living room with sticky notes detailing all the things I fret about, in order of importance. I’ve started tackling those in the A list.
5.  I’m happy to report that for the first time in my life, “what my friends secretly think of me” is NOT on that list. I’m completely sure my friends actually like me. This was not always the case in my life.
6.  I cannot touch my toes (yet).
7.  My mom and I went to get our second ear piercings together, when I was in second grade. Mine has practically closed, while mom has added no less than five more holes in her ears.
8.  I started dancing Flamenco as something to do between chemistry and math classes during community college. Now, then years later, it’s all I want to do.
9.  That’s not entirely true. I love my job. I love being a scientist, and not just because it impresses people when I tell them I do Synthetic Organic Chemistry. It’s fun and cool.
10. I was blond for an entire year. I was interviewing for my first professional post-college job, so I had to keep touching up my roots. With my pale complexion, I did NOT make a great blonde.
11. Rumor has it I have relatives in the Donner Party. No, that does not mean I have a taste for human flesh.
12. Beets anger me.
13. I have never been in a hospital emergency room.
14. I was named after my dad’s mother. She was named after her mother, and her mother before her. I’m the fourth Mace. I’m glad there’s no IV after my name, though. That would be silly.
15.I convinced my sister, when she was small, that I had no belly button. I’d pull up my shirt (with pants high), and then pull down my pants (with shirt low) and she almost believed me. She was, of course, suspicious, because she is not an idiot.
16. Despite what my mother and sister say, I HAVE NEVER POOPED ON A WALL.
17. When I was 14, we visited Disneyland, and while posing with star characters, I was molested by Goofy. He didn’t do anything specific, but I felt dirty afterwards. I was trying to alert my mother, and her response was “Hold on, I’m focusing.”
18. When I drop people off out of my car, I almost always wait and make sure they get inside before driving off. Just in case.
19. is my favorite number, because I couldn’t make up my mind between 9 and 10. I like 9 and 10 for dorky, math-related reasons.
20. I was two classes away from getting a minor in mathematics AND english, but Physical Chemistry doesn’t leave much room in your brain for anything else.
21. I have capillaritis. It is the most boring condition ever. And also seems to go away when I let beams of sun hit my legs. The sun? What?
22. I have a very poor memory. I can remember the names and lyrics to a million songs from the 80s and 90s, but there are huge gaps in my own personal history.
23. I love plants and gardening, but seem to have missed the green thumb gene that both my parents have.
24. I own more shoes than I know what to do with, but because I like walking places, wear only about five pair regularly. I have a plan to sell off a large number of them, since so many are in good shape, I just need to get everything out of the closet, and that’s a scary prospect.
25. I love soup. Like, a lot. I like making it, and I like eating it. However, I like chunky soups. Creamed soups leave me cold.