welcome.
If you're curious, crazyknee.com is:
a personal Web page (a blog, even) created by Leanne H. Milway. The page was launched Nov. 1, 2000, the day she had ACL/meniscus repair performed on her right leg.
Hence the "crazy knee."
This page will be updated in some weekly way.

29 august 2001 . 06:09 pm PT
Hello, goodbye. I'm off to the mother fucking desert in the morning! UD alum Bill Werde will be covering the event oh goody (*rubs hands together*); I will also be surrounded by Brits. And the unflappable Christa. Too damn bad some of my so-called friends are visiting the Left Side of things when I'll be eating dust.

Also, if you're interested (my final words, perhaps? heheh.): I saw "The Vagina Monologues" last night, starring Naomi Campbell (a weak reader, but she has amazing shoulder blades), Katherine Helmond (she brought down the house!) and Daphne Zuniga (impressed me). It's a powerful feeling when you're in a large auditorium, packed with woman, everyone howling in sympathetic vagina-induced laughter. I saw "Ghost World" the night before and would highly recommend it. It inspired me to try try try and use *real* film for a change, and give the digital cam a rest. I'm not exactly sure why the movie made me think that, but it did. So go with it.

Here I am (see below) getting ready. I had to take the picture because, you never know, I might not make it back. And I'm still getting used to the hair. You understand.

26 august 2001 . 11:35 pm PT
I've been working on this update all week. I don't know why I do it really, except to fill my too-full days. You never know if this is it, the final entry, the last picture, the bottom dregs of your decaf latte. But maybe it's just another lovely day.

24 august 2001 . 05:47 pm PT
why do I feel the need to put a timestamp on these pages? when I worked at usatoday.com, we published pages all the time, cut copy paste edit format crop picture insert cutline publish every couple of moments. The timestamp was automatic! we didn't have time to worry about that shit, we let a machine do it. Here, with my i-dont-know-what-im-doing-but-i-can-push-the-right buttons experience, the kind of expertise that really amounts to nothing, I type the time in, each time, over and over and over again.

And this annoys me, I guess?

heh. So: I've been through some dramatic events in the last few weeks. Tears, laughter, weddings, hair cut, bowling. Big big stuff. On both coasts.

Details (and pictures) you might like:

1. 11 August 2001. I attended the nuptials of the now Mrs. & Mr. Whitney Piggott né-Matheson, Whit being the pop-goddess columnist and Rhyne being the art school film prodigy.

Aw, no, they're really very very happy. I promise! It was absolutely delightful. Click here for more scenes from a hot wedding in southern Virginia. I just happened to give a little reading at the ceremony. *sigh*

2. mid-August in Bel Air, Maryland. Home! Family! 300 cable TV channels!

And, a special treat!, see if you can guess where these pictures were taken. Hint: it is NOT West Virginia. But Mom says I can't reveal the true location. You'll just have to come visit.

3. mid-August in Bethany Beach, Delaware. Relaxation! Hot sand! Lifeguards! The Milways have been going to Bethany Beach for, oh, 20 years now. Take a brief look.

4. Random reunions, in York, Penn., and Wilmington, Del.

5. 19 August 2001. A return to the West Coast (photo by Bonnie). And it feels good.

Thanks to all my fans, who sometimes read this page. I wouldn't be here without you. No, seriously. Here's looking at you, kid.

Ahead this week: Burning Man prep. Yessiree, this girl is getting excited. Apparently all I need now is some flashy clothes and body glitter. Riiiiight.

And, as a final treat, here is tiny piece of SF history to burn into your malnourished brain [supplied by the inimitable Mark Morford (who's column this week makes me even more excited for Burning Man)]:

In 1937, stunt diver Roy Woods attempted a jackknife off the lower deck of the newly opened Bay Bridge -- a 185-foot drop. Though he'd successfully jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge, among others, he wasn't so lucky this time. A gust of wind caught him on the way down, causing him to hit the water on his shoulders and his back at 60 miles an hour. Despite the football helmet and steel corset Woods wore, the dive paralyzed him from the waist down. Adding insult to serious injury, he was given a citation for walking on the bridge.

Oh! and p.s.: Make sure to check out Malcolm Gladwell's book "The Tipping Point" and listen in to Gillian Welch's pleasant album of bluegrass.

08 august 2001 . 07:17 pm PT
I'm off to the East Coast! for weddings and beaches and U of D alumni. I will be driving quite a bit in a car, oh joy, even tho' mom thinks I won't be able to handle it, after so many months and months without practice. Oh, I can not WAIT to be behind the wheel again! To sing loudly, swerve unintentionally. I won't be updating on here at all. Not that you'll find that too unusual.

I just got my hair cut short!

I so want a car!

05 august 2001 . 11:52 pm PT
I've been in many-picture mode this weekend. I think that's good. This morning I was whisked away to the Pacific shores:

In San Francisco, it's important to remind oneself that 1) the ocean is right there, just down the street and 2) the fog does disappear, every so often.

It's even better to visit the beach with two cute guys:

We went to the tiny over-priced diner that hangs over the ruins of Sutro's bath house:

I'm serious, it looks like that.

The night before I was with fabulous people at the Greek Theater in Berkeley. The most wonderful venue ever, it is, even if it's packed with hippies and even if you have to travel 40 minutes on public trans to get there.

There's much, much more more to show and tell. But I'm being picked up at 7am tomorrow. And I travel to the East Coast on Wednesday night. In other words: I need sleep. You understand? You're beautiful.