Ute anyone?

I saw a segment on Top Gear for the Australian ute - Maloo. Yes, the Maloo link is from 2004, but it's a good description and it shows these puppies have been around for a bit. I love the trees in picture above. It kind of looks like what Gandalf would drive if his horse was in the shop and he needed to load up fire works. A 2008 review gave it 4 out of 5 wombats.

Luck of the Irish?

I heard an NPR broadcast with Nigella's St. Patrick's Day Baking Tip: Just Add Guinness on the way to work Tuesday. I thought she was a delight! I even laughed out loud. But, on my, I winced when when I looked at some of the comments at the online article. Ouch! I'm going to stand by my guns,though and check out more of her recipes.

Bank Robbery Dream

I'm in an area, a bit like Broad Ripple (small neighbor-ish) but, larger buildings and wider streets. Big older buildings converted into shops. Quite airy buildings - lots of glass. I'm driving down the street when I see a guy crossing. I stop. He turns to "look". Not "look" as in, hey there's a chick, but "look" as in I'm about to do something and I'm counting eyeballs. He walks into a large white building, again, an older building that had been modernized. At the same time, an old ford truck that had been painted white with red trim sped in front of me and appeared to be blocking traffic. ( No, it's not all white - there's a lot of brownstone buildings and just a few
white buildings. ) WTF? Yet another truck comes from a different direction and does block traffic. Uh....then it breaks loose. Gun shots - crap - this is a bank robbery. Meanwhile, I'm still in the street outside what I now realize a bank. People run out of the bank and I'm kind of stuck and just sit there. Finally, I drive down the street a bit and I see the guy who I saw at first walk in the bank. ACK! He's one of the robbers, but no one is after him. And...he knows I saw him. ACK! He follows the car for while down the side walk. He makes it clear he knows I saw him. I get out of the car and go into this building. Once again, it's an old Brownstone building that had
been turned into a place for shops. Keeerist, the guy has followed me in here. Is he just trying to get a way, or does he know I'm one of the few peeps who saw him? I decide to call you and get your opinion on what to do. No answer - I leave voice mail. I keep thinking that I've got to not look like me. I've got an extra sweater with me, but that's not going to change the way I look that much. Pretty exciting. I go into a restroom to think that turns out to be co-ed a la BSG. I try to call the cops - no answer. I need to put my hair up, lip stick, whatever. I start looking at the chicks near the sink. What can I grab from them and put on? I need a hat.

My Life as a Dog and The Exiles

I watched the Swedish film My Life as a Dog over the weekend. It had some themes that kids deal with; adults lying, being tossed aside. I loved it when he went to live in Småland . Interesting tidbit - Michael Jackson saw the film at one point and contacted the star.

My mom got her porch built over the weekend as well. My garage door popped off Sunday night - the door didn't go all the way up and I hit it - and I got it fixed in the same 1 hour period.



I also watched The Exiles. Yum, yum, yum black and white. The film follows a group of Native Americans through one day/night in a seemingly mindless shuffle of booze and bars. I grew up knowing people who did the very same thing. They'd go out and party all evening and whatever happened, happened. No planning really. Just shuffle off night after night, after night.

Rosa

I had an appointment with a dermatologist this morning. My face thing gets better, then worse. I was not going to try to figure out what it is via the web. They shuffled me into a little side room and told me to sit on the edge of the table thing. The doctor will be with you in a bit. I turned around to see what was on the other side of the room and froze. It was a poster - at least 24 x 36 - of Rosa Parks on the bus. I've never seen an image so moving. I started to cry. I could not image a woman doing what she did. She wouldn't give up her seat and was arrested for it. Yes, the poster is a picture taken a year later, but it's got quite the punch. She could finally ride on the bus where she wanted and she wouldn't be asked to move again.

I've thought about her all day.

Rosa Parks