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 march 2002 . 01:15 am PT
My underage friend Jennifer won tickets to this evening's preseason game (Oakland A's vs. SF Giants) and we went and ate garlic fries. Here's the view from our seats:

Eventually Jen had to have cotton candy. The vendor gave it to her free because she wanted pink and he only had blue. It was her first baseball game ever and Barry Bonds hit us a home run (even though the A's won 8 to 1). But then we got really bored.

Which is never that hard to do, at a baseball game. So we waited in line to ride a twisty slide through the middle of a giant metal Coke bottle. It doesn't get better than that!

This weekend I'll be camping and BBQing and other outdoor events but I'm hoping to join the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence ("your favorite clown-drag-nun fundraising and sock-puppet theater group") in Dolores Park on Sunday. With the traditional Easter Bonnet and Hunky Jesus contests!

As for my recent fashion show experience, I can honestly say I despised it. Utterly abhorred it. You live and you learn. I did take note of some fabulous new designers and I got runway tips from Miss Greater Citrus Heights (Citrus Heights is the largest county outside of Sacramento). She does a lot of appearances and parades. And she can spin on a dime. Like, for real. I saw it happen. The dime, the boot, the spin.

27 march 2002 . 12:59 am PT
Ate sushi tonight. I was raised to dislike seafood (not sure why that is, especially since I came from Maryland), but somehow I have crossed over because I truly enjoy tiny slabs of raw fish.

As I near the finish of "Naked," I can finally discuss my newfound love for David Sedaris. I'm not sure why I didn't give in before. He's so fantastic! Hilarious, wise. This Boston Phoenix article demonstrates how damn funny he is in everyday life. I'm serious, I LOVE him.

Christa's cat (each member of the household calls him different things; I call him Kitty. And he listens.) posed for pictures with me. Stay tuned for more pictures (sans kitty) after tomorrow night's fashion show. *rolls eyes*

22 march 2002 . 12:21 pm PT
Jay Bennett's first solo album will be released on the same day as Wilco's long-awaited "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot" (speaking of, YHF has a cool cover pic of those neat buildings in Chicago that I once tried to take a cool picture of myself and failed). And then he will tour! Do we go? Do we go see the Jayhawks in April? Oh and the White Stripes play the Fillmore June 4 and 5. Yes, it's good to plan ahead.

Finally saw "Mulholland Drive" this week. Way way too long, and laughably strange in several parts ... but I really enjoyed it. The blonde chick (Naomi Watts) gives an incredible performance. Though you won't realize it at first. You might even think she sucks. Also watched "Magnolia." I despised that film on first viewing. This time it was ... okay. Does anyone really think Julianne Moore does a good job? Pshaw.

I will be missing the Oscar parade this year (and it's much more effective on the West Coast. Fun starts at 3:30 pm!) because I have a dress rehearsal. For a fashion show. I kid you not.

19 march 2002 . 06:30 pm PT
I am all about nature. I am Outdoor Girl, weak knees be damned. Hiking here, there and everywhere ... in my neighborhood. Lack of car requires one to get close to what nature lies in walking distance. Luckily, the city has been sunny and clear. Yesterday I was determined to reach the base of Sutro Tower, the 977-foot television antenna that looms over this side of town. It's the tallest structure in San Francisco. You can't miss it (and, apparently, environmental groups have been protesting it and its hazardous emissions since 1973):

Mmmm, radiation. Here you go:

After that excitement, I drank a tall latte and ate many Girl Scout Cookies. So much for the health kick.

Today I heard nature's call again: "Yoo-hoo, Leanne, get out here! Stop pretending you're a "writer" for some nonexistent window company. Show off those new track pants instead." Hmm, hard to resist. I bopped around Buena Vista Park and Corona Heights Park. It's all a few blocks from my apartment. Just scale a few hills and BOOM, you're hovering over the trees, hanging on a rock, with miles of city and water spreading below. And then all these dogs come rushing at you out of nowhere. I swear, no one keeps their animals on leashes in this town. Except I did see this one woman with like NINE dogs pulling her in nine directions. I thought about taking a picture as she leaned over to scoop poop ... but. It was time to move on.

Awesome photos: From the darkroom of Harry Benson. You really should flip through the entire photo gallery (time waste!) because the photographer adds priceless comments about his subjects. Start with my favorite, Cassius Clay socks it to the Beatles.

One38.org. What is this? Is this McSweeney's Sneaks Up on You Under a Different Name? Does anyone know? How did I even find this page?

Speak of the devil, I'm afraid I will have to give in and buy the latest print edition of McSweeney's (even though I have never ever gotten through even half of one of those suckers. But this edition has a lost chapter from M. Chabon's "Adventures of Kavalier and Clay." J.T. Leroy also contributes.). Yes.

Ohmigod is she wearing a burqa?: Teens throw down terror slang. [thanks to Randi]

Seems great in theory: News.google.com. Question is, will I use it?

17 march 2002 . 11:59 pm PT
I seem to remember dear Catherine making sarcastic remarks as I played the Langley Schools rendition of "Band on the Run" a few months back. If you haven't heard "Innocence and Despair" by the Langley Schools Music Project, it's a bunch of school children passionately singing pop hits. To listen is to laugh. Today the New York Times Magazine writes how this "celestial pep rally" is just one example of outsider music, the kind of music that "promises something completely new" in this tired time of boy bands and Britney. I can't comment on all the artists mentioned (except the Shaggs, who are very "outsider" and very bad) but the Langley Schools album is a constant on my turntable. Highly recommended.

And, woo!, today's entire NYTimes Mag is about music. The piece on the future of music in this digital age is awesome. The reporter says one day we'll be creating sound with the same spirit we use today to build personal Web pages. (He also observes that our Web sites are part of the "largest creative spell that civilization has witnessed." Round of applause!)

I looked around online for some St. Patrick's Day jokes to share with you and came up empty-handed and depressed. Sorry. But I'm not really in the spirit. It took enough effort to put on my green shirt.

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Did you know your liver might stop working one day, and you'll be knocking at Death's door with no advance warning? It happened to this woman I interviewed. It could happen to you too. So be good and eat your vegetables.

In the CD player: The Rolling Stones, "Exile on Main Street." Classic!

You may not have known this about me, but I am All About Windows. Yes, I'm going to be copy girl for this window replacement company. Gotta love it. Let me put some glass in your walls, babe. Great panes you got there.

08 march 2002 . 12:32 pm PT
Memorize them and impress your friends: Celebrity knock-knock jokes. Sample: Knock Knock. Who's there? Malcolm Jamal Warner. Malcolm Jamal Warner who? Malcolm Jamal Warner, but she wouldn't listen. And many more!

I'm listening to Elton John's greatest hits today because I am a candle in the wind.

Insightful columnist Mark Morford brought several unnerving things to my attention about Attorney General John Ashcroft. First, there is Ashcroft's belief that calico cats are a sign of the devil. Holy shit. Then there is this video of Ashcroft passionately singing a song he composed at a recent speaking engagement in North Carolina. You must watch it. Even though it hurts.

Here is what my little devil's agent thinks about it:

Who needs David Cross when you've got Daniel Packard to heckle?

"We lie about sex": Insiders at Cosmo, Glamour, Marie Claire and the rest admit to unethical journalistic practices (like making up quotes and anecdotes) when writing about your sex life.

This is not my bedroom:

05 march 2002 . 01:45 pm PT
Saw "Storytelling" last night. It's two short stories, not one cohesive novel (if you can follow that metaphor for film). Makes you laugh and feel weird. Sharp. Like barbed wire.

Attended two NoisePop shows over the weekend. Is it surprising that the tried & true rock of Guided by Voices bowled over the hipster pop of the New Pornographers? No. What am I talking about? Does it matter? Music criticism is such bullshit. Anyway, Bob Pollard sang lots of new songs (good), did many high leg kicks (impressive as always) and for an encore they played seven songs from "Bee Thousand" (yes! yes! GBV! GBV!). Preston School of Industry opened and I couldn't help but be won over by the band screaming "time out for fun" over and over. And the N. Pornographers are definitely a powerful force in their own right, don't get me wrong. I just want more leg kicks. Always more leg kicks.

Free SFMOMA today. Excuse me while I look at Art.

01 march 2002 . 11:59 am PT
Did anyone else know that "Survivor" is back? I found it when surfing channels last night (we don't get NBC anymore, so I'm glad there was something for me to do beside bemoan the loss of "Friends") and ... it's the same-old backstabbing/complaining schtick, but still fun. This time around the contestants are on a tropical island off Tahiti and they were given ZERO food to start with. Oh, how challenging! They already kicked off the bowling alley owner (he's also a "quirky Zen master"). Watch out for this tattooed limo driver -- his luxury item is a voodoo doll!

I dreamed about Dave Eggers last night (The dream was more about me trying to hear him give a speech. A woman at the front desk showed me a back way into the lecture hall, and I ended up in a vast and empty gymnasium with two strange pianos in the corner. And this made me very happy. Then I woke up. Analysis?) and now there are rumors that his sister committed suicide in November. Very sad.

This article uncovers lots of great literary Web sites. If I was a good blogger, I would go through them all and report back to you. However, I'm just not good.

Happy birthday, Dad!