tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32136742024-03-13T22:23:20.008-07:00Life in a Northern TownBack by (I guess) popular demand... Your humble blogger now shares with you life in a different northern town, Cheyenne, WY as well as the odd tidbit from Saratoga.Kate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.comBlogger302125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213674.post-1067876916719309572003-11-03T08:28:00.000-08:002003-11-03T08:28:35.160-08:00HOME EC, HUH?
Another of my famous "remote" posts. I'm sitting in the classroom/kitchen that houses the Home Economics program (wait, isn't that called "consumer science" now?) at the Encampment School. I'm pretty glad to be here after a scary, slushy drive down 130/70 to get here, first putt, putt, putting along after a schoolbus, then dodging snowplows. All good material for my NaNoWriMo novelKate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213674.post-1067588823902500082003-10-31T00:21:00.000-08:002003-10-31T00:27:02.896-08:00THE STUNT BEGINS ANEW
As I've mentioned earlier this week, I have signed up once again to participate in National Novel Writing Month, which begins, as I type this, in 22.5 hours.
I will again be trying to write a complete start-to-finish novel of at least 50,000 words in 30 days. I pulled it off last year, after all, and last year I was the chamber chick!
But for my regular readers, this Kate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213674.post-1067582241026100542003-10-30T22:23:00.000-08:002003-10-30T22:37:19.916-08:00I AM ONE BUTCH CHICK!
This is the verdict of a website called The Gender Genie, which applies an algorithm developed by Moshe Koppel, Bar-Ilan University in Israel, and Shlomo Argamon, Illinois Institute of Technology and described recently in the science journal Nature to analyze submitted text and determine whether or not the author of same is male or female.
I submitted one blog entry (my Kate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213674.post-1067559903181790042003-10-30T16:14:00.000-08:002003-10-30T16:25:02.220-08:00SHOPPIN' FOR COATS
My first day off what I was again thinking might well have been my death bed (am I the wimpiest sick person in the world? Surely I'm a contender for the title. But at least I'm not a hypochondriac. I hate being sick. I'm using the word HATE here) and the sky stayed grey all day and I hung in the house listening to Cat Stevens (along with Anderson, Bruford, Wakeman and Howe andKate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213674.post-1067443714904022262003-10-29T08:01:00.000-08:002003-10-29T08:08:34.253-08:00BUMPING UP THE RATIO, OR SOMETHING
Like Mark Ames, much-maligned (mostly deservedly, but still) editor of that bitchy alternative paper I like in Russia, the eXile, my basic economic ratio is fame:work, i.e., how much fame can I squeeze out of how little work?
I would appear to have squeezed out a little more, though honestly, I don't know who is going to notice, apart from a lot of bureaucratsKate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213674.post-1067387838585882882003-10-28T16:32:00.000-08:002003-10-28T16:37:17.623-08:00SURE GLAD I GOT MY FRIGGIN' SHOT
My health, since I left the chamber, has been outstanding, but I knew the day I got my license to be a substitute teacher that threats to same would soon be looming, so on the very first day it was possible (aside from the very first day it was available, on which day I was over hanging out with the 3rd/4th grade class at Elk Mountain Elementary) I went and got Kate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213674.post-1066709067146591122003-10-20T20:45:00.000-07:002003-10-20T21:10:27.790-07:00A GENUINE PITY
OK, television is/was good for something after all.
Speaking from my vast experience of a whopping five days as a substitute teacher in good old Carbon County School District No. 2, I see one glaring deficit in the way this next generation of children is being raised.
OK, generation check here. Do you know the preamble of the United States Constitution by heart, but only if Kate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213674.post-1066411672592914442003-10-17T10:13:00.000-07:002003-10-17T10:27:52.330-07:00CH-CH-CH-CH...
(That's a David Bowie reference for all you pop culture-impaired people)
OK, OK, I guess you folks do care that I've not been here in a few weeks. Sometimes, circumstances just force a break. And I'm not going to lie to you, dear readers (well, those of you who are left and haven't just deleted this URL from all recall in disgust): the break may not be completely over yet.
Kate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213674.post-106343903981707052003-09-13T00:28:00.000-07:002003-09-13T00:43:59.856-07:00A THEORY TO BE TESTED!
Apologies to my male readers, but except for those of you who swing in interesting ways that drive the likes of Trent Lott NUTS, this post is basically going out to the WOMEN READERS OF LIANT.
Tonight marked the second foray for the Whistle Pig*'s "Bikini Bullriding Contest" in which, in theory, various and comely members of my own dear personal sex, that being the femaleKate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213674.post-1063384491477599852003-09-12T09:22:00.000-07:002003-09-12T09:34:51.520-07:00WEARING BLACK FOR THE MAN
Some mornings it just ain't worth checking the papers. The very first bit of information to penetrate my pre-coffee brain this morning was the news that Johnny Cash had died last night.
It should surprise no one who knows me or reads this blog regularly that I am not, and never have been, a fan of country & western music. I hate most of it.
But there have always been Kate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213674.post-1062995242214890322003-09-07T21:27:00.000-07:002003-09-07T21:27:22.310-07:00TWO AND OH!
That's right, the boys in purple won their second game, on the road in Shoshoni, beating out the Wildcats 28-8.
My Own Dear Personal Dad, their bus driver, said they all looked good and pretty much everyone got to play, even the tiny little 105-pound freshmen.
Looking good for this Friday, when they'll host the Wyoming Indian Wildcats at 4 p.m. to kick off the Saratoga High School Kate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213674.post-1062790523528476642003-09-05T12:35:00.000-07:002003-09-05T12:35:23.480-07:00OH DEER, PART DEUX
When our local Rabbit Sheriff calls me out of the blue and invites me for coffee, I know something is up.
I had naturally been expecting a lecture about how that couldn't possibly have been a wolf my Inventing Uncle encountered near Lincoln Park Wednesday, but I didn't get one. On the contrary; the RS said it was entirely possible, maybe even likely. There are wolves all Kate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213674.post-1062741472179262442003-09-04T22:57:00.000-07:002003-09-04T22:57:52.123-07:00MORE LEXICAL MUSINGS, OR SOMETHING
I have often, in these pixels, observed that one of the most useless phrases in the English language is "supposed to," i.e., any time someone uses it in a sentence, that person is pretty much just whining about something that isn't going to change.
"Well, that check was supposed to have been mailed to you yesterday."
"There aren't supposed to be any maggots Kate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213674.post-1062669921937336822003-09-04T03:05:00.000-07:002003-09-04T03:05:21.910-07:00UNACCEPTABLY CLOSE
So, raise your hands if you find it merely coincidental that yet another one of my blog chickens has come home to roost in an alarming way?
Actually, it is quite unpardonably silly to open this entry with a metaphor treating of a prey animal, but it's 3:35 a.m. and I've spent the better part of five days cranking out story after story for the two statewide publications that Kate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213674.post-1062668359235354262003-09-04T02:39:00.000-07:002003-09-04T02:39:19.220-07:00MEA CULPA
Oops! In my recent slapdash account of the very exciting Saratoga Panthers football opener on Friday, I committed a gaffe unforgivable, and at least one of my faithful (and decidedly not imaginary) readers called me on it.
They're the Lyman Eagles. Eagles, not Wildcats.
Whatever. We plucked 'em like chickens and sent 'em home sobbing to their eyries.
Many thanks to My Own Dear Kate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213674.post-1062212210384462052003-08-29T19:56:00.000-07:002003-08-29T19:56:50.423-07:00SO THIS IS WHAT VICTORY FEELS LIKE
I had almost forgotten!
Just a scant hour ago at Fort Sherrod, My Own Dear Personal Dad and I were pinching ourselves, asking in wonder when was the last time we left Saratoga's Robert Hileman field after a Saratoga High School football game with actual by-god smiles on our actual by-god faces.
We concluded that at the very least it was back when Robert Kate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213674.post-1062184438226216042003-08-29T12:13:00.000-07:002003-08-29T12:13:58.266-07:00COMPLETELY UNACCEPTABLE!
Bill Clinton is narrating a "wolf-friendly" version of PETER AND THE WOLF
From the article (for those of you too lazy to click on the link):
Prokofiev's version ends with Peter capturing the wolf and leading a triumphant procession to the zoo, paining music-loving environmentalists with romantic visions of wolves in the wild.
In the new version, narrated by former U.SKate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213674.post-1062180375225275282003-08-29T11:06:00.000-07:002003-08-29T11:06:15.236-07:00LIVE, WITHOUT A JET
Hey, I didn't think it was possible, either.
Well, that's not entirely true. I've never thought about it at all, really. And I bet none of you have, either.
Unless you're far stranger than I, I bet you've never, ever asked yourself, your dog, or your Indian Companion, hey, do you think it's possible to get jet lag without actually leaving home?
Uh huh, I thought not.
I amKate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213674.post-1062043257118614102003-08-27T21:00:00.000-07:002003-08-27T21:00:56.983-07:00OTHER FUNNIES O' THE DAY
Oh, and it was great fun sitting next to Ambassador Tom Strook and quietly heckling the EOR panel as we waited for their standard issue crappy Dell laptop to finally get itself sorted, boot up (giggle, snort) Windows ME and interface with the overhead projector. Strook and I pointed out, for instance, that had the boys not been so very committed to being high tech and Kate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213674.post-1062042735027179192003-08-27T20:52:00.000-07:002003-08-27T20:56:08.986-07:00THERE REALLY IS ONLY ONE OF ME!
Saw this over on Reason magazine's website.
Q: How many bloggers does it take to change a light bulb?
A: Two -- one to change it while the other apologizes for the recent lack of illumination and explains that they've been really busy lately.
Not that I feel any real need to apologize, since I've known for years now that there's no one to whom to apologize. I Kate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213674.post-1061848937221913412003-08-25T15:02:00.000-07:002003-08-25T15:02:17.280-07:00NOSE-TALGIA
Regardless of the ultimate fate of the newest/oldest business venture in Encampment, I have to publicly express my gratitude to the guys making it go.
I just toddled down to 44 Lumber & Timber, formerly the Hammer Sawmill, down there to take pictures and gather quotable quotes for an article I'm doing, and had to stop several times on my way down there to gawk and marvel at how...
Kate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213674.post-1061791004560125442003-08-24T22:56:00.000-07:002003-08-24T22:56:44.606-07:00SICK!
I'm wondering if maybe a disproportionate number of my readers out there have not been keeping up with their antivirus software?
I just checked my yahoo email address to which this page links where it says "Email me, dammit!" and there were over 200 messages that were obviously versions of the SoBig virus, at least judging from the subject lines, which included all of the classics... Kate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213674.post-1061334199110683912003-08-19T16:03:00.000-07:002003-08-19T16:03:19.153-07:00THIS IS JUST WRONG
Coffee narratives the last few days have been kind of overwhelmingly icky, even for us.
I was fully expecting a small share of animal mishap/scatology/gross injury/whatever narratives from our Fat Cat Republican Banker, newly returned from several weeks' chasing his children's 4-H beasties around the county and then the state fairs...
But we've had hardly a word about those.Kate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213674.post-1060986498103841832003-08-15T15:28:00.000-07:002003-08-15T15:28:15.196-07:00MOLLY DOLLY DOO
I've decided that whoever it was who created Scooby Doo must have really had a dog who acted like that.
It used to seem impossible to me, this proposition, but then I took Molly the Collie of Folly on her first extended camping trip.
We just returned from same this afternoon and she made a rapid, furniture disarranging, blurry black beeline from the front door to her little Kate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213674.post-1060577993931664362003-08-10T21:59:00.000-07:002003-08-10T22:05:40.206-07:00AT LONG LAST, A THEME...
I had originally thought that this summer would be all about me and the Rock Star (she who takes the most unique rocks known to man and makes of them the most elegant jewelry known to woman) givin' the boys hell at coffee, but since she is wholly occupied in helping out Saratoga's own dear personal fashionista instead, what it's actually all about is pretty well summed Kate Sherrodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08706419613939420574noreply@blogger.com