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well, it might as well be easy if the universe is such a place the mets can slam the phillies 8-0 …

yes, moyer was pitching, and theoretically there should have been a shut out (or close to one) when the mets and phills met may 2 … the woeful night santana imploded and takahashi had to poo-poo before bailing johan out, costing a grand slam …

r.a. dickey, obviously, did well; though, his performance was not without drama … bases loaded in back-to-back innings (2nd & 3rd) … but raul valdes did such a nice job … like that thing about not giving up any runs and then (bonus) hitting in barajas with a double and scoring a run himself. for most of the game, at the end of each inning, the mets score ticked up a run … like the little engine who could …

and now the mets are only tied for last place in the NL east, which is pretty tight anyway … four games separating first and last places; three games, first and second.

with takahashi pitching tonight, the mets might be able to win again … or at least lose a very close game, and as a mets fan, i am more than happy to accept the latter.

off baseball but related to our underdog theme: can anyone get over the phoenix bench?! holy crap! is it true that i might actually be excited for western conference finals? screw the foregone conclusion! woot!

holy crap if the mets didn’t win the series against the yankees. i, for one (gazillion), am shocked. being a mets fan is a labor, for sure, and this season is shaping up to be another in a long, downward spiral of wacky, manic disappointment.

so i was not looking forward to this past weekend’s subway series. friday did look promising … equivocating as all mets fans are required to do to maintain sanity, i have to say i was quite pleased that the mets were able to hold the yankees to two runs and only lose by one. but i can’t rationalize a pitching rotation frought with more drama-trauma than a high-school girl’s restroom … and an offense that turns on whether two veteran catchers — last-minute signups — can muscle out walk-off homers, god bless ‘em … and management that seems perpetually on a parallel plane: nearby, but totally disconnected …

let’s just say if not for gary, keith, and ron — unafraid to call out f*ck-ups and mix in quips about tacos and keith’s recent weight loss — the mets would be entirely unwatchable.

and this coming from someone who LIKES them.

poor santana … wasting away. every time i see him pitch, i feel sad … like seeing a da vinci hanging in a truck stop. thankfully, yesterday, we were able to see a mets offense (and defense) show at least partial worthiness of the greatness that is “the johan” …

and bay … i like him … but i think he is not getting the support he needs to get his groove in queens … and i don’t particularly hold the mets hitting coach responsible … i speculate (wildly, and why not?!) there is an entire leadership culture that is not player-centered … hell, i don’t think it’s centered on *anything* … but i am not surprised bay did well last night … come on, people! it was the yankees! bay whetted his marketability playing against them. if anything, i’ll bet this past weekend was a refreshing spa jaunt for the guy, culminating in last night’s performance.

the mets are still five games back in the NL east … dead last. philly, of course, remains numero uno … and the two meet in citi beginning tomorrow … but let us reflect on a happy surprise almost one month ago … april 28, 2010 … when for a billionth of a microsecond in the universal scheme of things, the mets were — wait for it — in first place in the east …

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the season is still going to be a long one … counterintuitively, the ones without a post always are … but i can hang onto hope for a brighter tomorrow …

yesterday i deleted my facebook account. of course, facebook is kind enough to hold my account in a “deactivated” state for 14 days, lest i suffer some sort of irreparable “deleter’s” remorse.

kinda reminds me of a recovering addict’s enabler … a friend or dealer who hangs out on the sidelines just in case the addict needs their, er, support …

i left facebook for several reasons:

  1. it takes too much time out of my day. even flying through friends’ updates takes too much energy, leaving me wondering why i just wasted those 10, 15, … 45 minutes.
  2. it takes too much time out of my conversations with my friends. we spend increasingly more time reviewing what we just saw on our or wrote on each other’s walls. i am tired of saying and hearing, “did you see what i posted on facebook?”
  3. it takes too much time trying to figure out if my privacy settings are maximally restricted. forget the time it takes going through every single setting … i am talking about the time i spend worrying about whether my information really is as secure as those drop-down menu options imply.
  4. facebook long ago lost its value to me as simply a tool to stay in touch with friends and family thousands of miles away, and i don’t want to so actively participate in marketers’ efforts to control me as a variable. the reason facebook makes changes that expand outside entities’ access to users’ information is so they might be THE juggernaut in the world of consumer data. the holy grail of economic theory is finding a solid, generalized way to predict behavior, thereby eliminating market uncertainty … and one can only begin to build some magic algorithm with access to gazillions of pieces of data. facebook has its mitts on oodles of demographic and consumer data … what is liked, bought, sold, and shared by whom, when, and why … granted, the study of consumer behavior and preferences is already a science, and it is true that on macro levels, people who share certain demographic characteristics often behave in similar ways. nonetheless, i am tired of being told over and over that such-and-such website or company or whatever can help me “personalize” my experience with it. as far as i am concerned, “personalize” is equivalent to “pigeonhole.” and i don’t want to live my life in any deeper a hole than i am already in. controlling uncertainty might be some sort of fast-track to nirvana-esque profitability and corporate longevity, but life without uncertainty and its concomitant impulse to explore would make us no different than poor serfs in the middle ages … be told what to like and what fits us by the church or be told by the corporation. phooey.
  5. finally, there is the apparent asshole-ness of mark zuckerberg. sure, few people ever really get ahead by being nice and ethical and fair all the time, but there are degrees of punk-assedness, and the stuff swirling around zuckerberg more than meets my tolerance threshold for same.

there are more specific reasons to quit facebook. if you want to delete your account, go here.

the sun is out and the peony blooms are open!

as suspected when i was planting hundreds of dollars worth of perennials LAST spring. i was sure everything “plant” i touched was going to be one and done.

but with the exception of two variegated grasses, i am batting 1000%; plus, the perennials we already had have come back super-strong this spring, especially the azaleas. last year was good for rhododendron, but this year, the azaleas have it …

here’s stuff i planted … one of my peonies (the other’s blooms haven’t opened yet.) …

my yellow and red barberries …

my not-quite-as-black-as-advertised irises that i love anyway …

my coral bells (with tried-and-true lilies behind) …

and here’s stuff that despite all previous half-assed care, continues to come back and has done so this year with an apparent vengeance …

… but didionville, it is you my heart truly loves. after acting like an american dentist in the 1950s who leaves his wife for his hygenist, i am back to loving on didionville. facebook is an increasingly demanding, ever-higher-maintenance lover, and peeps, momma just don’t got the stamina to keep up.

so didionville is back.

summer_perennialsi have never felt capable of keeping vegetation alive … forget healthy or thriving … i am talking simply not limp or brown or crunchy. yes, my entire adult life i have been enormously intimidated by plant life. if it photosynthesizes, it is a source of fear for me … or, i should say, it WAS a source of fear. the plant world and i have forged a sort of detente that — dare i dream — is threatening to become a successful symbiotic partnership … a mutual admiration society.

specifically, earlier this month, tiring of the vacant-lot look of our front and back yards and knowing that my fear of plants was keeping me from participating in something that steven values (a well-kept landscape), i set a budget, figured a design, bought foliage and equipment, and put together some freakin’ curb appeal!

we had mint and oregano (that steven ill-advisedly planted in the ground) taking over the area in front of our fence. i dug that mess up, which was no easy task, but which was enormously satisfying … almost as satisfying as demo-ing the kitchen last summer. i turned a new, clean planting bed. we have a peony that — god bless it — keeps coming back every year in that area, so in the new bed, i added two more peonies, two more barberries (one green, one red), and four variegated grasses that should fill in nice and fluffy.

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planting that bed definitely took the most out of me, simply for the work involved in taking care of the blasted mint, but the core of my landscape plan involved the walkway to our (rotting-but-soon-to-be-repaired) front porch. we took up the sod on either side of the walkway, making two-foot beds. (we transplanted the sod in the backyard to the bare spot where izzie used to hang from his tree rope, so far it is a success!) we planted lavender, veronica, fernleaf yarrow, and more variegated grasses. i also found some nice looking (and nicely priced) solar garden lamps.

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i also gave our existing stuff a good trim …

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though the deer were kind enough to obliterate our lilies (hence the lack of beautiful orange blooms in the above photo) as they were also successful in lopping off a big chunk of growth off the top of my new black-eyed susan:

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nonetheless, the tide has turned. it’s been nearly three weeks, and i am really enjoying not killing anything.

d-man is very happy to announce the speedy arrival of baby ian who graced us with his presence on sunday, january 18!

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ian’s big sister, annika, seems very intrigued with the possibilities ian’s arrival presents …

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It has already been a great year for Rice football – a 9-3 record, three players honored by Sports Illustrated, one All American, the nation’s 10th best offensive team, and, to cap it off, an appearance in a bowl game. When Rice plays in the Texas Bowl on Tuesday it will be only their second bowl appearance since 1961. Even the International Herald Tribune is excited. Rice is favored by both Las Vegas and SI’s experts. Let’s hope Rice can notch their first bowl victory since 1954.

Go Owls!!

The Texas Bowl is Tuesday, December 30th, at 5 p.m. PST on the NFL Network.

UCLA’s next game is in 2009.

P.S. Didion is vacationing in sunny California and will return to blogging regularly in January.

A few months ago, Leslie got an idea for braising meat from Alton Brown. She quickly took the recipe and made it her own with delicious results, adding the tender and flavorful meat to soup. This week, she climbed to new heights. We have been enjoying a chicken and vegetable soup that has been getting better every day. Though she doesn’t have the temperament (almost) and our kitchen doesn’t have the same rules, the quality of the soups has led me to compare her to the Soup Nazi. That way, when Izzie comes begging, I get to say, “No soup for you!”

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