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Sep. 9th, 2013 10:52 pm
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (career slam)
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Or rather, #UNSTOPPAB13, as they're saying on Tumblr.

I'll never be a fan of these Monday finals, but watching the scores at work while dealing with work-related chaos was made much more bearable thanks to [livejournal.com profile] niennah's frequent updates re: wardrobe, vamosing, and overall body language.

A+, would do again.
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (melbourne)
Very happy to see Rafa win Cincy for the first time, but this is, unequivocally, the ugliest trophy I've ever seen in my life.

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Watching the ceremony this morning, even my sister had to ask WTF it was that we were seeing. Immediate googling revealed the name and sordid history of the Rookwood Cup:

The trophies have come a long way since 1899. As part of the agreement, Cincinnati artist Roy Robinson redesigned this year's trophies for Rookwood, making them slightly smaller and lighter, with an earthier glaze palette of burgundy and green. Rookwood's own artists did the sculptural and molding work, including the foliage that carries over the lip of the cup.

Oh, Roy Robinson. You shouldn't have.
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (doorway)
I'm not doing a great job of remembering to take pictures, but hopefully I'll improve over the course of the week.

Day 2: Wednesday. )
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (i support thorpe)
I went tubing down the Salt River with some friends yesterday, and we ended up meeting a couple of guys, which is the last thing I expected on the river. But I was agreeable to the whole thing, especially since I spent two hours floating alongside a pretty passable Rafael Nadal lookalike boy who was sweet and had a cute name, and we talked and talked and talked about our families, his HS football career, my love for the SF Giants, bucket lists, being out on the water, bird dogs—so many things. He was beautiful, and Cali boy was officially in the rearview. When we beached our tubes and got out at the end of the line, he hugged me...and then he left.







...I am so confused.

In other news, I've been watching a lot of Olympic coverage, and while my head's all about it, my heart's not in it. I was so looking forward to watching Rafa; I still haven't quite gotten past that disappointment. And the swimming (which used to be my fave, pre-Beijing) is so Phelps/Lochte focused (and I have little patience for either of them) that I can barely stand to watch. I miss the days of Ian Thorpe dominating the 400m free, and narrowly winning the 200m free with Pieter van den Hoogenband unzipping his suit for him at the end of the race, and Michael Phelps the gawky upstart who posed no real threat, only served as idle amusement and occasional partner in fic.

I'm trying to avoid a complete "damn kids, get off my lawn" attitude, but, you know, I think the Olympics were better with Ian and Rafa involved.

A brief trip down memory lane, mostly Athens with a quick stopover in Beijing. )
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (melbourne)
...Such as Rafa, for example.

Probably a tad NSFW. )

Yeah, I can't even believe that actually happened.

Meanwhile, Vegas is nearly upon me and I have no idea what to pack. I have a lot of muddled ideas—jeans with holes worn in the knees, five inch heels, sequins, cheap tees from Urban Outfitters, fleece-lined boots, cocktail dress. We just want to walk around a lot and look at stuff, eat at a bunch of restaurants, and drink. Essentially I don't know if I want to be comfy or be a poser while all of this is happening. Maybe I'll take turns doing both.
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (career slam)
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This was basically me after that match. After I was done having a stroke and crying, of course. Getting stuck watching the first set and a half at work was a new and curious form of torture. I tried to behave normally but that all went out the window after the first game. How many years do you suppose we're shaving off our lives, getting so stressed and flustered over tennis?

But it was worth it, in the end. So happy for Rafa <3. This tournament reminded me of all the reasons why I adore him. We witnessed a player at the height of his powers. Stunning to watch.

Sunday had set up to be an epic day in sports, with the US Open final, Tim pitching against San Diego, and the Cardinals vs. the Rams, all at the exact same time. The tennis postponement helped make the situation more manageable, so I flipped erratically between baseball and football for a couple of hours.

Tim <3.

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Amazing again, with two RBIs, even—a sight unseen in many an age. Awesome.

I only saw bits and pieces of the Cardinals, and they were vaguely disastrous most of the time, but Larry scored a touchdown (win) and Arizona beat the Rams (clearly a win).

Not a bad 48 hours in sports <3

Roja

Jul. 11th, 2010 11:22 pm
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (fire)
I'm so glad that this happened:

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And this. )

It makes me smile. And wish that I didn't find most Ramos/Torres fic to be completely appalling.

I wore yellow shoes and red underwear today to show (or not show, as it were) my support for Spain. I did feel a swelling of national pride when the US beat Algeria, but in the end, the Spanish players are the ones I'm familiar with, that I follow when they play for Real Madrid, Barcelona, Liverpool. So I had been rooting for Spain since the beginning, and anything the US managed to do along the way (which wasn't too much, in the end) was just a bonus.

So, a good World Cup. It makes my day that Rafa was there with his customized jersey and painted face, witnessing it all :)

I will miss the sound of vuvuzelas in the morning.
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (rafa smiles)
I was up in the Oregon countryside last weekend, getting wet in the rain and eating a lot, and blissfully separated from my computer. Consequently, I never got around to making a "Woe is me" Phoenix Suns post, but by the time I got back Steve was cryptically tweeting about "moving on", so I suppose I will too, and focus instead on Rafa, the serve-and-volley claycourt master, and hope he beats Soderling on Sunday. Otherwise, I will probably end up buying questionable mixed-media art at the Swap Meet, making a sick bed on the couch, and eating ice cream for hours while watching an "Ice Road Truckers" marathon like I did last year.

Had a little glitch with the power cord for my laptop last night. It didn't appear to be supplying any power—clearly a problem—and additionally, it was stuck in the computer. So I took it into the Genius Bar after work, where several different techs puzzled over the situation and told me I might have to contact some obscure company to order parts for my "vintage" Mac, since Apple no longer has parts for dinosaurs, and it might take forever to fix, and I was having a minor panic attack about all this. Then they took my laptop into the back, fiddled with it, and brought it back out five minutes later with the cord successfully removed. The tech plugged in one of their cords at the store, and it worked like a charm again. So, a brand new cord (my fourth for this single Mac alone) and we're back in business. I have all my fics, all my photos, and it ended up being the best day.

I finished off the best day by having a little sushi and wine with some friends, then went to see Sex and the City 2, which is a terrible movie—and yet I enjoyed it.

Tomorrow is a barbeque extravaganza about half an hour north of the city. There will be hayrides and Rocky Mountain oysters, and hopefully some cooler weather.

Not sure if it's worth getting up early for the women's final.
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (pink ice)
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I imagine this will make some people quite flaily. I was kind of underwhelmed, again, by red-carpet!Johnny at the GLAAD Awards, but if this appearance and subsequent tweet inspire more fic of similar quality to what I've been reading recently, then I'm all for it.

Up early to watch Rafa <3
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (heart)
I thought I was reading the scores wrong. I must've reread them 39 times, but I was not misreading them.

I coped by going to the swap meet and spending way too much money on a metallic mixed-media sculpture/painting of a school of sardines. Then I came back to the condo and made a sickbed on the couch with pillows and blankets and ate homemade raspberry ice cream as I contemplated the awfulness of Rafa's match and the impossibility of finding a logical place to display my new piece of marine artwork. The sardines, leaning against the wall in the corner, seemed to be mocking me.

So I took a shower and put on my glasses and then watched far too many episodes of "Ice Road Truckers" and "Law & Order" and tried to pretend none of it was happening.

I'm beginning to get over it, but...

Ugh. This is an awful thing. I think I was just sort of taking it for granted, you know?
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (rafa smiles)
Some friends came over this weekend for pizza, wine, and a viewing of The Last Unicorn. The film had come up randomly in conversation a few months months ago, and I was dumbfounded to learn that none of my friends had seen it—or even heard of it! Seriously, The Last Unicorn was THE movie of my childhood; I cannot even fathom someone of my generation growing up without seeing it at least once. So, they came over and we ate and drank and everyone got up to speed on a classic animated film. It was crazy seeing it for the first time after nearly 20 years—I had wondered how accurate my memory of it would be. Pretty accurate, as it turns out. Great movie. Trippy.

Meanwhile, Rafa <3

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I wasn't paying as much attention to Barcelona as I normally would have—I was pretty busy this week being paranoid and stressed about Anquan and possible trades, and Larry and his defiant flirtation with the Madden Curse (he thinks Jesus is looking out for him; I hope for his sake that it's true), and the NFL Draft in general (I was briefly panicked that Tennessee was going to select Beanie Wells with the 30th pick). I watched the final, though, and I'm so happy he won. I know how much he loves that tournament. Plus the trophy is a spectacle all on its own. Where in the world would you store five of those?!

Also, the icon meme that I love so much looks to be making the rounds again:

1. Reply to this post and I will pick six of your icons
2. Make a post (including the meme info) and talk about the icons I chose.

The icons that [livejournal.com profile] morebliss chose are under the cut. )
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (autograph)
Firstly, Rafa:

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<3 <3 <3

I am so happy he won today. I told myself I wasn't going to worry about it either way (everything after Wimbledon 2008 is icing on the cake), but of course once he started playing I got caught up in it and emotional as usual. I also thought this was an important week for Rafa, brushing aside all challengers and winning emphatically.

After the match, I renewed my Phoenix Suns tickets. I was a little nauseated by it; it's a lot of money to pay for something that likely will just drive me insane with frustration. But in the end, I had to do it. Ride or die, right?

Today is also the first day I've felt normal since donating blood on Thursday. It's been kind of bizarre; I never had issues like this before. I'd get a little crazy and woozy during the process itself, but I'd be fine afterwards. Not so this time. I spent the entire day following the donation in a stupor, utterly exhausted. I was still tired the second day, too, so I waited until Saturday to resume running. It was a strange, disoriented run, but I managed a normal distance. Everything seems fine today; went to the gym and had a good workout, and chatted with a random guy in a Roger Federer hat, the first RF hat I've ever come across in RL :D

Random Larry picspam. Is it August yet? )
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (victory racquet)
Our network in the office has been down since yesterday afternoon. I can't access any of my files, so I have very little to do besides update LJ :) Anyway, after years of confusion, I finally set up some tags. I talked to [livejournal.com profile] buckle_berry about it weeks ago and decided it was time to figure it out. And, um, it was really simple. I don't know why I didn't do it years ago. Now, if I can just figure out how to do a custom layout on LJ. I type away in HTML a good portion of the day at work but I can't for the life of me figure out how to do a layout in LJ :/ In about an hour I have to wander over to a neighboring building and donate blood. I'm a bit apprehensive about this, given that the last time I donated I was on the verge of passing out the entire time and one of the workers basically had to hold my hand throughout the process to keep me conscious. Hopefully this time isn't quite so dramatic :D This afternoon I have an appointment scheduled with the awkward massage therapist, then I'm going to the spa for a bit after work, so that should help me calm down from my blood donation experience. Also? Rafa <3 <3 <3. I wish I could have seen that match. So proud :)
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (melbourne)
\o/

What a player. I don't even have words. I can't even type, I'm shaking so badly.
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (super bowl)
My throat has been scratchy and generally irritated, leading to occasional fits of coughing, for about two weeks. Which is kind of bothersome, especially when it acts up at inopportune times. However, it does give me a valid reason to take generous doses of tussive syrup, which is essentially the most amazing cough syrup ever prescribed. It works, for one, but it also makes you feel so content and relaxed and vaguely fuzzy. If tonight's coughing episode doesn't calm down shortly, I will have to imbibe.

Everyone at work is getting increasingly frantic about the Super Bowl. We're have a little party at the office on Friday; everyone is encouraged to dress in team colors. I searched all over Chandler Fashion Center for a Cardinal red scarf on Sunday. Apparently red isn't in at the moment. I looked in every store in that mall that might possibly have the scarf, including Forever 21 (holy shit, it was a hot mess of pleather, lycra, and glittery black floor tiles in there), Frederick's of Hollywood, and some random surf/skate shop that caters to 14-year-olds, with no luck. I finally had some success in Target last night, so I have my scarf to complement my outfit and I'm not sure I'll ever wear it again after Friday :/ Red's not exactly my favorite color.

A couple of my coworkers have joined me on the Larry Fitzgerald bandwagon. We spent an embarrassing amount of time sending image links back and forth over google chat today, including a fun little snap of Larry with his pants flagrantly unlaced. It was Media Day; there was a lot of material to work with :D

Rafa's match is on in three hours. I really want to stay up/get up and watch it, but I don't know if it's possible, especially if the tussive syrup factors into the equation.
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (feels like flying)
Last year, when Rafa lost in the US Open, with the falling down on the court and the tape tattered and fluttering around his knees, I was so devastated that I couldn't sleep for the first night and I felt physically ill for days. But this year is so different. After the French, and Wimbledon, and the Olympics, I don't feel like I have any right to feel bad about this. And so, I don't. (He won Wimbledon! He fucking won Wimbledon, and in so doing fulfilled his dreams and granted my dearest sports wish, and I told myself at the time that anything else Rafa accomplished this year would just be the icing on the cake. And it has been.)

And besides, Murray played so well, and he deserves it. I just hope he gives Roger a run for his money tomorrow. It's always irritating when someone plays a transcendent match to beat Rafa and then flames out spectacularly in the next round.

For all the Brits on my flist, you have my sympathy. I'm sure the press is going nuts right about now.

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I've been training Simon a little bit, and he just mastered the "sit" command. I'm kind of proud, I have to admit :D I'm not sure what good will come of this skill, but he has it nonetheless. Unfortunately I didn't realize that I needed to train him not to destroy the canna lily that I brought inside from the balcony yesterday. I woke up to a hot mess of potting soil in the kitchen, and I'm pretty sure the plant has had it. But I replanted it and I'm hoping for the best. I'm a bit attached to my plants and I'd hate to see this one die as it was particularly lovely before it started getting fried to a crisp in the summer sun.

Golden Boy

Aug. 17th, 2008 10:05 pm
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (feels like flying)
More apropos than ever on this day.

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This was the toughest final to get up and watch in all the years I've been watching tennis. I'd been up at over 10,000 feet altitude for most of the day and was physically exhausted when the alarm went off at 1:30am, but I dragged myself out to the television, and it was well worth it. I'm so happy for him.
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (champion)
We've had so much rain the past few days, it's completely disorienting. I went to the artwalk in Scottsdale on Thursday, and it rained and rained and rained, all evening long. I got soaked walking from gallery to gallery, and there were photographers taking my picture for the local magazines and it just wasn't good, really. But there was an artist on one corner with a cart set up beneath an enormous umbrella, selling buttons with little fragments of text printed on them. They were lovely, and I bought a few.

After the galleries, I had a late dinner with some friends. We were a very international group that night—it was myself, another American, two Germans, a Swiss, and a Spaniard (but not Roger and Rafa, alas). Between the rain, the accents, and the fact that I was taking public transportation for only the second time in the 17 years I've lived in this city, it really didn't feel like I was in Phoenix anymore.

It rained again yesterday, a typically violent summer monsoon. I had to move my car because the street where I had parked it was flooded with nearly a foot of water. All that water evaporated today and the humidity was awful. I've been working in my mom's garage, refinishing a dining room table for my new place, and it's just gross being outside like that. I'm looking forward to completing the project so that I can remain inside during the evenings!

So anyway, I'm still glowing from Rafa's win. I didn't post about it much in the days and weeks leading up to the final; to be honest, I was terrified of jinxing him—I'm fairly superstitious when it comes to sports. It seemed to work, anyhow, and now it's kind of a funny feeling that I'm left with. Between Wimbledon '06 and '07, and the entire history of the Phoenix Suns franchise, I'm accustomed to heartbreak. And now suddenly Rafa's done it, done this thing that—aside from certain things that could happen directly in my own life—I've wanted most in the world, and I don't know what to do! It's a wonderful thing, but very unfamiliar, this sports-related happiness.

(Did anyone else get a funny feeling when they saw Rafa in one of his interviews, arm bandaged with gauze where they drew his blood after the match? Maybe it's just me, but it was a funny feeling and I was a bit unsettled by it.)

Meanwhile, I've found myself reading copious amounts of football (aka soccer) slash over the past couple of weeks. It's odd—I had such disdain for Fernando Torres during the entirety of Euro 2008. I couldn't stand him. And suddenly something changed and now I'm enamored with him and it's just silly, I don't want it—but what can you do? Sometimes it feels like the boy chooses you, and not the other way around.
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (fire)
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I'm still a little weepy from it all :)

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