Netflix

So I set up a Netflix account. Now all of us have experienced walking through Blockbuster looking at all the movies wishing we couuld remember the names of all the titles we at one time said "I need to rent that." But we can never remember so we end up renting something like the Wedding Planner. So anyway, to the point of this blog, please provide names of movie titles that are must sees, so that I can fill up my Netflix queue. Thanks for your help.

I thought it rained in Seattle?

So once again I have woken up to an absolutely perfect day in the Pacific Northwest. Not a cloud in the sky, temps in the 70's, and I can smell the ocean. Kate and I have been here for almost two months now and we could count the rainy days on one hand. This may all sound wonderful but it is starting to drive me nuts. This is because I no longer have any free time. I make coffee, I go to class, I do homework, and I sleep. And everyday that I wake up to an absolutely perfect day, I think to myself "Today would be a good day for a hike."

Kate spoke of ambivalence on her blog, well I'll give you ambivalence: beautiful weather, beautiful mountains, and no time to climb them.

My prayer for today: Rain please come. Cover the skys in darkness; erase my view of the beauty around me, so that I can spend long hours of my day sitting at this desk reading and writing, unencumbered by the strong desire to escape into the wild.

Sweet Success

Unplugged

Don't worry everyone, school has started and Kate and I are still alive. Unfortunately though we moved into an apartment where there are no unguarded wireless networks floating about for us to tap into, hence our long seperation from cyber-space. But yesterday it was my primary goal to solve that problem. Kate and I are no longer going to be "borrowing" our internet we are going to be proud owners of our very own wireless network. Our provider will be Qwest. The wireless modem was supposed to be delivered last Friday, but since we have yet to obain local phone numbers, we are not hooked up to the buzzer, so even though I left a polite note for the UPS guy to call my cell phone at the entrance of our apartment, he chose to simply leave a note that he had come and gone and will try again in the future. I suspected that future attempts to deliver my package would most likely be futile, so I would just pick the stupid thing up at the UPS delivery station. How hard could that be? So yesterday afternoon, after morning classes, I figured out the address of the UPS station: 4400 7th Ave S. Well I know were 7th Ave S is, and I know the bus to get me there (Kate has the car). I will just take the bus. Well after three buses, lunch with two homeless guys, countless blocks trekked, I made it to UPS. What can brown do for me? Well it can kiss my ... Anyway, more bus and more walking and I am at home, with my modem, soon to be a proud owner of internet access. Dum, dum, dum, you all know what is coming. 40 minutes on the phone with Francis (my guess is that he lives 7 time zones away, in Qwest's internation office in India), much cursing, and absolutely no internet access. So now Thursday a service man will come sometime between 1 and 5. And I ask myself "Why did't I pay the $85 and get the professional to come out and do it in the first place?"