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| Thursday, November 12th, 2009 |
farwing
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4:34p |
I have a staff meeting tonight. Which I had totally forgotten about until halfway through the day. But at least there will be free yummy pizza for dinner. Also apparently chicken wings and salad. So...I will try not to fall asleep and drown in my pizza/chicken wings/salad. (See...there was apparently this tv show where someone drowned in their soup? Which I only know of because my dad told me about it once. Thus, the reference to drowning in food.) |
dmlaenker
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4:00p |
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baronmind
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11:54a |
Home is Where You Park Your Car
I don't know most of my neighbors. I made a token effort to meet them when I first moved in, but most of them didn't seem to care who I was, and when I stopped to think about it the feeling was mutual. I had some minor issues with my next-door neighbor for a bit, on account of him being an enormous twit, but that all worked out fairly well -- by which I mean that he hasn't actually done anything annoying in years, but I still feel fully justified complaining about any minor problem to anyone who'll listen, because he used to be a jerk. Also, I get to feel superior to him every time my grass is mowed and his isn't, which is much better than the satisfaction of a job well done. On the whole, though, if I were to leave town, I would feel secure in the knowledge that my neighbors would not, say, allow someone to move into my house, then intentionally burn it down, knock down the remains, and pave the whole thing to make a parking lot. Indeed, this is something that I think most of us could say. Unfortunately, Neville Presho is not most of us, and 16 years ago, that's precisely what happened to him. The article does not detail exactly what Presho did to tick off every single one of the 170 people on the island where he lived, but it must have been something impressive. The High Court Justice investigating the case was unable to determine who had set the fire, despite evidence that it was indeed arson, or who had torn down the burnt house, despite the fact that only one man owned the equipment needed to do such a thing. That last, especially, seems like a fairly open and shut case, but I suppose that with no one willing to speak up, "he had the equipment necessary" isn't enough of a case. I'm also a bit confused as to why it apparently took 16 years to get a judgment against the people who, at the very least, clearly stole Presho's property. Even if the house grew chicken legs and wandered off on its own, that last bit should be easily provable. Perhaps Presho irritated the judge overseeing the case, too. Clearly, the man responsible feels he still has a chance, as he reportedly intends to appeal rather than pay the quite miserly $69,000 in damages. This weekend might be a nice time to bake your neighbors some cookies, or maybe help them rake their leaves. Remember, a little goodwill goes a long way toward not having your property used, burned, stolen and repurposed! Current Mood:  surprisedCurrent Music: Voltaire -- When You're Evil |
listersgirl
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1:36p |
Internet, I throw myself at your book-loving mercy! I've been completely uninspired by all the fiction I've read lately, so I am looking for suggestions or ideas. What I seem to want right now: fiction, not short stories, something definitely plot-driven. Bonus points if it's funny or quippy or features awesome women. Other than that, I will take all recommendations! Go at it. |
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lore_feed
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5:16p |
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| Friday, November 13th, 2009 |
wanderlustlover
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3:01a |
Because that many concise posts in a day might lead to a righteous assassination. Posted with Digsby and automatically shipped by LoudTwitter |
| Thursday, November 12th, 2009 |
ms_ntropy
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1:00p |
I don't know about the rest of you, but I totally need a dance break right about now: many thanks to tenillypo for the link |
sovay
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12:46p |
And they might have froze before that noose got to them
All night I dreamed about dying. Every time—I was shot once, bleeding out; another time, I had some kind of wasting illness—I woke up instead of never opening my eyes again, but whenever I fell back into the dream, there was a different death to go through. Some of the circumstances, waterspouts, unmoored islands, shell-like crusts of uninhabited buildings in the middle of cities where I've lived, might have made intriguing story material if I hadn't been distracted by the endless iterations of mortality, none of them opera-clean. Today fails auspices. Current Music: Kasey Anderson, "I Was a Photograph (Blake's Song)" |
| Friday, November 13th, 2009 |
wanderlustlover
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2:02a |
Because sometimes it's the most glorious thing in the world to hear
I. Yesterday; Seoul, South Korea (2:27 am) Columbia, MD (12:27 pm) Steph Mu Ji: i was seriously so mad at this woman for a completely legitimate question because she was preventing me from working on tags and i was like DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS IN KOREA Wanderlustlover: Omg. I am trying not to laugh so hard at that. Steph Mu Ji: IT'S SERIOUSLY TRUE AMANDA GEEZ Wanderlustlover: You totally make my nights with certain moments. I'm totally trying to make something happen with my fingers. Though your thing made me think of lyrics just this second again. My brain thinks in music. Wanderlustlover: the time. Wanderlustlover: gah. Steph Mu Ji: I know, I'm sorry for having taken so long. Wanderlustlover: You are at work. You do not have to apologize for working at work :P Steph Mu Ji: lol II. Today; Seoul, South Korea Virginia, US As the opener of a letter -- Since we're threading in defiance of a, what, 14 hour time difference now? Current Music: Latvian Philharmonic Orchestra - Panis Angelicus |
| Thursday, November 12th, 2009 |
cheezdanish
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8:54a |
Oh my god. Yesterday was the Fleapocalypse. There were no survivors. (Hopefully.) Corrie (Del's big sister) went and got a big ol' Bissel upright steam vac which she's letting us borrow. So after vacuuming like mad, we steamed and shampooed the carpet. It's like I went and got a whole new set of carpet. Holy cow. It's so clean. The stain by the door where Del's little brother dropped a soda is GONE. And we were dumping out dead fleas with every panload of dirty water. Today is the 'Borax the hell of the carpet' day, and tomorrow I'm steaming it again. THE LINE MUST BE DRAWN HERE. HERE, AND NO FURTHER! Current Mood:  busy |
fire_and_a_rose
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10:46a |
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fire_and_a_rose
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9:09a |
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laura47
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2:46a |
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wanderlustlover
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4:34p |
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| Wednesday, November 11th, 2009 |
ldy
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8:01p |
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agonistes
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7:15p |
Hello, Yuletide writer! I'm so delighted that you've offered to write in one of my fandoms. Thank you! In case it helps you, here are my letters from 2006, 2007, and 2008. Some of the fandoms have changed, but my general preferences have not. I still love genfic the most, and I love it when stories show me things I don't know about a given canon. I prefer drama over humor (but am not opposed to funny!), and am not wholly fond of fluff. I also like stories that keep the general mood or feel of the canon. If you want to write romance, feel free -- I'll note that I prefer canon pairings (or groupings) over noncanon, but if it makes sense within the confines of the story, I'm not going to protest. My main concern is that you have fun with this process, and I hope very much that you're writing something that you love. Some notes on the specific fandoms, above and beyond what I put in my requests: ( Andrew Bird -- Noble Beast )( Jacqueline Carey -- The Kushiel's Legacy series )( True Blood )( Twin Peaks )I've turned on anonymous comments if there's anything you'd like to ask me. Thank you, thank you, thank you. And please -- have fun! Happy writing! -Sweeney Agonistes |
| Thursday, November 12th, 2009 |
avariel_wings
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3:01a |
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| Wednesday, November 11th, 2009 |
silveraspen
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6:48p |
two observations in verse
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
--Lawrence Binyon, from "For the Fallen."We are the ones you sent to fight a war
you did not know a thing about--
those of us that lived
have tried to tell you what went wrong.
Now you think you do not have to listen.
--W.D. Ehrhart, from "A Relative Thing." Today is Veterans Day here in the US, Remembrance Day in much of the rest of the world. Please take a moment to remember all those who have served and who still do, the living as well as the dead. Current Mood:  thoughtful |
dmlaenker
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4:31p |
Harry Patch (In Memory Of)
I am
The only one
That got through.
The others
Died wherever
They fell.
It was an ambush;
They came up from
All sides.
Give your leaders each a gun
And let them fight it out
Themselves.
I've seen
Devils coming up
From the ground.
I've seen
Hell upon
This earth.
The next will be chemical
But they will never learn.(music link to WASTE Inc.) Current Music: Radiohead, "Harry Patch (In Memory Of)" |
londo
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4:05p |
Veteran's Day
It's Veteran's Day, and I'm thinking about three men. One of them is Clifton Merriman. Born in 1893, he served in the US Army in WWI. He received the Distinguished Service Cross, the highest medal that could then be awarded without convening Congress and convincing them to recognize a Negro from Massachusetts. The French government was perfectly willing to give a foreigner the Croix de Guerre (with palm, roughly equivalent to the Silver Star) and the Medaille Militaire (more difficult to translate). These are some pretty impressive decorations, and become more so when you think about how much more awesome would be required to get them at the time as a black man. That being insufficient service for Mr. Merriman, he came home and proceeded to work for the post office for forty-seven years, becoming the highest-ranking black in USPS history. (Well, at the time.) Kids used to come by to be inspired: “To be a black post office employee was a significant thing,” Reeves said. “And to rise to the position of an administrator was an extraordinary thing.”
Reeves said that children of color would walk by the post office just to see Merriman performing his duties. The sight of “this great Cambridge hero” handling money orders and treasury bonds inspired them, Reeves said. He died in 1989, but got his act of Congress after all - the Central Square Post Office is named after him, and there are plaques, which is the only reason I have any idea who the hell he is. One of them is Lonnie Barham. Barham's career is not quite as glorious as Merriman's. Well, it might be, there's some still-classified Cold War-era submarine action in there, a Bronze Star, four Meritorious Service Medals, five Army Commendation Medals, three Army Achievement Mdeals, three Human Service Medals... not as much blood and pain, and as a white guy not as much everyone-assuming-you're-dirt. Still, a long career of solid service straight through to mandatory retirement age. After leaving the Army, he went to become the Chief Operating Officer of the East Providence, RI, school department. Earlier this year, Fred "godhatesfags.org" Phelps and his Westboro Baptist Church followers drove up from Kansas to Rhode Island to... generally protest gayness? It's not really clear to me. Some local kids caught wind of this and staged a counter-protest. For some reason, Barham was reached for comment: In East Providence, Lonnie Barham, a retired Army colonel and the school district's chief operating officer said, "This is what I spent 42 years in the military to protect -- their right and the kids' right to demonstrate... I'm very proud of our students." These are the type of veterans I want my country to have. When I'm told to salute the flag, when I'm told to support the troops, this is who I want to honor. These are the kinds of people I want my country to have more of, to be known for, to send forth into the world and say "this is what our nation is made of." Lastly, I'm thinking of my grandfather, who dropped out of high school, lied about his age, enlisted in early 1941 as a minor, and became what looks like the youngest First Sergeant in US Army history - all facts I only learned after he died. |
dmlaenker
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4:00p |
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baronmind
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11:54a |
Что делать?
Like many people, I've long believed that America needs a viable third political party. My reasons are not that I feel that my views are unrepresented, or that this will magically fix everything. I personally find that my political desires are quite adequately catered to by the Democratic Party -- but the thing is, I'm a centrist. We've got two political parties, and so people assume that they represent the left and the right side of the spectrum, but that's really not the case. Our parties cater to slightly left of center, and somewhat right of center. This has been basically fine for a long time, because even though not everyone agrees with the center, it tends to make a good compromise position. People can agree on it; most of them are unhappy about it, but they're at least content in knowing that their counterparts at the other end are equally unhappy. Lately, though, there's been indication that a third party is starting to form, but they're not splitting off from the Democrats. It's made up of the people who feel that their religious morality should be mandatory for everyone, that personal liberties are a fine idea but that we've gotten a little carried away with the whole idea. It's made of the Tea Partiers, the Dittoheads, the Birthers, the people who listen to volume over reason. They're the ones who believe that the government should stay out of their lives, personally, but have no problem with demanding that it interfere in everyone else's. So if this bulging mass succeeds in breaking off and spawning a new party, what we'll have is a center-ish party, a right wing party, and an extremely right wing party. This is not, to my mind, an improvement; what it means is that the political right is going to become the new compromise location. When the center and the extreme right can't agree, it's the middle-right where they'll settle -- otherwise known as the old far end of the spectrum. The Republicans are pretty big winners in this scenario. Not only do they get to be the new voice of reason and compromise, but also the shouters and haranguers who think that they haven't been right-wing enough will stop crashing their political rallies and hijacking their agendas. As a fan of the Democratic agenda, and as someone with a bunch of friends who could be politely described as "left wing" -- and perhaps more accurately as "flaming liberals" -- I don't really see this as a good thing. I'm not really sure what there is to do about it. It's always easier to get people to march in lockstep than it is to get them to think for themselves, and the political power of this new movement comes largely from the unhesitating agreement of most of its members. That said, if people aren't prompted to stir themselves in response to this sort of thing, perhaps my beliefs really don't align so much with the center anymore. Current Mood:  busyCurrent Music: DDR -- Dam Dariam |
rollick
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11:22a |
Brain full, mouth empty
I've been in one of my non-communicative moods lately. It isn't quite like depression — I can function fine, I just have nothing to say to anyone. Even coming up with 140 worthwhile characters for Twitter is a stretch. I seem to be coming out of it, but I'm still not feeling verbose. So briefly: - We went down to Halsted Street again this year for Halloween. It was cold, so we did a quick tour, just an hour or so of wandering around goggling. The best costume I saw was a group: Minnie Mouse, Mighty Mouse, and Speedy Gonzales… all blind, tail-less, and using canes. Best moment, though, was when two guys dressed in standard prefab Ernie and Bert costumes ran into two guys dressed in the exact same costumes… plus bondage gear. Bondage Bert pointed and shrieked like Donald Sutherland at the end of Invasion Of The Body Snatchers, and the other Ernie and Bert pair backed off nervously.
- I'm reading Cory Doctorow's Makers and alternating between loving it, and wanting to smack him for his Michael Moore-esque blinkeredness about anything that falls outside his narrow agenda.
- And weirdly, I'm listening to a lot of heavy metal lately, courtesy of Pandora Radio. I've never been a fan before, but maybe it's the only thing that expresses how mute and frustrated I feel right now. I've been discovering a lot of artists everyone else in the world already knew about, and enjoying them, but I'm betting this phase doesn't last long.
- Last week was hugely stressful, in large part due to an interview scheduled at the end of the day Thursday and conducted on Friday. Stressed myself into nausea last-minute-prepping for it, and then it turned out to be profoundly boring and disappointing. No, I'm not saying with who.
- I also interviewed Glen Hansard (who was not boring; in fact, he talked about how he almost ended up as Rorschach in Watchmen) and co-wrote a piece on how to survive in a Stephen King story. Comments for both were pretty disappointing, but those two pieces are topping our most-emailed list.
- Consuming most of my mind at the moment: One of our cats is seriously ill of as-yet-unclear causes, and we're having to contemplate putting her to sleep. I've never had to make this decision about a pet before. It's horrible and we're constantly second-guessing ourselves as we wait for more test results and contemplate further tests and surgery that might help, or might just be spending thousands of dollars to make her even more miserable. We're medicating her twice a day (antibiotics and painkillers) and sometimes once the meds kick in, she seems almost normal, and I think "How could we possibly even contemplate putting her down?" and then hours later she's a trembling little ball of wretched bony misery with falling-out fur, and I think we shouldn't even bother waiting for the test results. People keep telling us "You'll know when it's time," which is one of the things you're supposed to say at a time like this, and I've always believed that. Except that her state changes from day to day, and no, we really just don't know. I suspect we'll have to decide in the next few days, and either way, I'll feel like I've made the wrong choice.
Current Mood:  depressed |
| Thursday, November 12th, 2009 |
wanderlustlover
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3:03a |
Because that many concise posts in a day might lead to a righteous assassination. Posted with Digsby and automatically shipped by LoudTwitter |
| Wednesday, November 11th, 2009 |
cupenny
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9:49a |
Today will be a long, interesting day. It has mostly to do with work. We have a holiday meeting from 11-1. (Hurrah for normal clothes that can look like work uniforms, only spiffier!) After that- well. A lot of us have it free. So I mentioned to Marlina if she wanted to ask some other coworkers, and we could all go out for lunch after it. Cool idea, she says! Well, we've asked most of all our coworkers- excepting L, who.... eh. 'Shallow cuckoocloudlander' fits her to a T, and I can't think of an actual coworker who actually likes her. (Heaven knows I've tried.) She will prolly have to go back to her other job, so... I'm just hoping she never hears about this, y'know? (All of this could rapidly lead to a huge post on workplace dynamics. *wry* Just not now.) After that- I'm taking along my laptop to see about doing some writing, since guess who has closing shift this evening? And every evening? La. But it doesn't start til later, so even with enough time for lunch, odds are I'll have some time do to some writing! Which I really want/need to get back to. Add in taking coworker Angie home tonight, and I won't be on til my usual late time. I really hope they promote and train Mayra SOON, so our current shift lead schedualing crunch lets up, and I am not the ONLY one with closing availability. |
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