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[Jan. 28th, 2012|01:14 pm] |
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( Trauma script )
Another woodpecker bobbing around a dogwood, tiny red cap disappearing and reappearing behind barren branches.
Unexpectedly came across a family picture with the ex- in it. Tough to keep having this feeling; one would think six years was enough time to heal. Of course, talking through the above script helped.
Apple jelly on the sidewalk? No, that's probably fungus dropped from the branches after the last few rainy patches. I didn't taste-test it.
( Out to Sea )
I'm not sure if I posted about the bell pepper-tasting wine last year. Regardless, I have learned something new! Keep reading, and you will too. Gewürztraminer wine sometimes has a pepper taste because a small capsecin-rich flower sometimes grows in and around the grape vines.
( Privileged identity )
Blast. I read a fantastic rambling article about feminist identity, but I can't find it now. Check back later.
I've run across a few places in which I disregarded people's address to a perception of who I was. I have a hard time understanding their trying to relate to the past me because it doesn't seem real, but their impressions are based in their experiences of me. Meanwhile, I've been experiencing myself continuously over the past {time period}, so not only do I know I'm not that person any more, my most recent incarnation has been reinforced more strongly the more time has passed.
( Somewhere Over the Rainbow )
One dream about Jinx moving boxes (obviously connected to my current living situation) and making things disappear. Another dream about being in a workplace, coming downstairs to a hallway filled with fog, opening into a supermarket where I meet Dad. Some combination of dad driving me on Monday and the fire drills at work?
So many years ago, my grandfather came into his church to find unknown men picking up candlesticks and crosses and putting them into bags. He stepped back out the front door and yelled, "Police!" The police station was apparently one block away, and they had no problem catching the burglars. At the court case, when my grandfather was seated as a witness, the defending attorney was asking this and that question indirectly, and eventually my grandfather stated, "You're trying to get me to say that I didn't really see them stealing, and I'm not going to say it." There were no further questions.
( Social worth )
http://thekittencovers.tumblr.com/ |
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| After the storm |
[Jan. 21st, 2012|03:52 pm] |
( dream )
Daft Punk's "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger" was the one I mentioned last post to which I felt I really danced well. They also played, "One More Time" at the ball, also enjoyable.
Check out http://www.gamenightproductions.com/ . Same one as mentioned in the Kickstarter push earlier, but a different request: I think he's looking for investors. Lemme know if you're interested in this project, and we can get you more details.
( Life at home )
( Navel gazing )
Dad has a recurring story about a college friend having a friend with a shack out near Joshua Tree, and a bunch of friends going up to visit for the weekend, and it getting ridiculously cold. They broke some wooden crates or somesuch that they found nearby, and put them into an old iron-belly stove to set up a fire so they didn't freeze out in the desert. He says he remembers waking up in the middle of the night to see the stove glowing cherry red.
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He hasn't mentioned drugs or sex yet, but they were college students in California in the '60s in the middle of nowhere.
( Initiation ) |
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| High on life? |
[Jan. 19th, 2012|12:50 pm] |
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I - Verbal 164/170, Quantitative 168/170, Analytical 3/6. That last one bothers me, but I hadn't really practiced writing essays. Here's hoping the economics program doesn't worry too much about that one.
II - "Evidence failed to establish if signal light was solid red or arrow. Not guilty. Clerk shall refund to defendant the following amount: $480.00." Thank you.
III - New roomie is completely moved in, and recently tonsilectomized. The furniture tide has ebbed, and is actually close to a decent state. Next work is combining our massive food stores: Simultaneously daunting and not a big deal, I just need to remember that A) there isn't "a right answer" to get wrong (universal truth doesn't apply to whether a can goes on the left or right side of the pantry), and B) it's not only possible to change my current placement, it's necessary.
IV - Unexpected... I'll go over it later.
V - Had a nice time at MomoCon Winter Ball. Started off a bit self-conscious, played hacky sack with balloons. Then got into a circle doing the same. Everyone ran off for something I didn't recognize, standing in circles and making ears with their hands. Several cases of people dancing to theme music in what I can only assume is the way the characters dance. Made a "conga line" (of sorts) and bounced around the room for Nyan Cat's music; thankfully, the 3:37 version. Freestyle dancing to "Blue (Da Ba De)", "Tunak Tunak Tun", something unfamiliar but gothy, seriously nailed it on ... drat, I don't remember now. Line dances for "Cotton-Eyed Joe" (involving hopping; probably the reason for my calves complaining about stairs two days later), "Cupid Shuffle", "Electric Slide", and "Macarena". Partner danced to a few other songs: A little swing, a little waltz, about half and half with men and women (not necessarily formally "swing" or "waltz" songs, but with a close enough beat to play).
VI - Addicted to online Dominion, putting it on hiatus today while I try to accomplish a few things.
VII - Tried west coast swing at Rasha's behest. I had fun, but it was really frustrating in two regards. First, I was no longer one of the best on the floor. Second, because I didn't understand it, while I was able to try a thing or two, I didn't feel like I had enough framework or understanding to make things work.
VIII - Saw a dray of squirrels all scrambling up the same side of the tree all together. Not familiar with that behavior; maybe they're all young siblings?
IX - My brother is starting a game company. If you would be interested in investing, he needs funds for a primary print run on a game that looks (and plays) like a winner.
HIV dinner seminar tonight, D&D tomorrow, tango Saturday, my favorite restaurant Sunday.
As always, I'm sure there's something I've missed. |
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| What's next? |
[Jan. 5th, 2012|06:29 pm] |
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Several shrill hawks complaining about something this morning.
( Another epic )
Oh, I also find it interesting that six different people trusted me with their keys (and/or hiding places for such) over the course of the last week. Trustworthy being the first point of the Scout Law, I suppose.
Found this useful: http://www.tappinginsidersclub.com/members/claim-your-vibrant-health-clear-the-common-cold-and-flu-forever-with-christiene-renee/
Okay, my "one year to live" meme, based loosely on an observation by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=88.8) dynamicgirl, with one of her friends.
I would retire, start cashing my retirement, dance and play every remaining day I had, visit Argentina at least once, hit Hawai'i for a week, take a dozen timeshare trap tours, spend a month in California with family, aaand... that's probably it. Lots more time with family and friends who make me feel more like "me". Skip anything else that I don't want to do, because... fuggedaboudit. No more productions, nothing else elaborate. Strange that I don't have a sense of wanting any further kind of recognition.
Of course, deathlife is what happens when you're making other plans. And what you make of it.
And at the completely opposite end, I think I want to do an academic review of the economic effect of credit cards. My initial observation is that they're parasites, since they charge fees and take a percentage, so shops either have to accept a smaller portion of the pie, or charge more. But it is worth considering people increase spending with such, so shops generate more business. Could a process be generated in which the aforementioned parasites be beneficial to the system at large? |
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| Liminal Space 2011-2012 |
[Jan. 5th, 2012|12:21 am] |
Massive post number... dunno. Not keeping count. Resolutions, memes, and observations abound, and it's all probably in the "TLDR" category. Have fun, be well, and I hope your 2012 involves relatively few apocalypses.
( Out with the old )
( In with the completely different )
( Annual meme )
Trial by written declaration supposedly happened already. Here's hoping they see logic.
GRE 164 verbal, 168 quantitative, 3 analytical; that last one was only in the 11th percentile, but I wasn't practicing essay writing. Maybe I will if it's important for the program, but I doubt it for economics. Next up, applications, starting at Emory.
( Funny )
Speaking of which (earlier), check out the following: http://gamenightproductions.com/index.html
Another meme: What would you do if you had one year to live?
... future posts include the road trip and my answer to said meme. It's past midnight, I should fall asleep. |
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| Brainshower |
[Dec. 19th, 2011|12:44 pm] |
Probably off the interwebs for the upcoming week:
20th - Decatur-> Bloomington (by way of Nashville)
21st - Bloomington -> Evanston, stopping in at Dice Dojo's game night.
22nd and 23rd - Reverse the first two, with Alexandersons stuffed in my trunk.
If you want to meet me along the way, or catch up with Jeremy while he's in town, or do a Christmassy thing in the next few (anyone is welcome to come to the children's service at St. Bart's with my family), be sure to let me know.
More experiences, but I really don't know where to start. I'm getting better at Dominion? I dunno. Helping new roomie move in soon. Got some good dance in, learned some good entries into colgadas. Feeling wildly out-of-touch with my expectations. Working on my guilt for hurting people who loved me. Don't know what to get parents. Still hate "getting it wrong", for a variable definition of "it". Will do a "goal matching" update along with the typical new year's results, but not making new resolutions this time around; I'm moving that to October 6, when I started counting. Not sure what to do on New Year's Eve: Option 1 has dancing, better food, and less-close friends, option 2 has games, closer friends, and is free. Not sure of the logistics of "both", especially without a car. Fighting a $480 traffic ticket.
Hi, how are you? |
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| Brains... |
[Dec. 8th, 2011|08:29 am] |
Downtown at Georgia State from noon to 6 today, testing my brains out. Gladly accepting do-well wishes. Right. I'm going to look up math games and word games for the next two hours. Speaking of which, I think FreeRice is messing with me. One of the options given as a potential definition for "lanner" was "The capital city of Georgia."
"At this point I'm hoping you gave me fungus." Yes, I actually heard that. No, I'm not telling you from whom or to whom.
Dreams involved testing (not too surprising) and a kerfluffle with the right pencils, a game night at Neil and Raul's (I think they were roommates at one point, but I didn't really know them then; apartment looked like a larger version of both townhouses combined) about which they were being really snarky, which morphed into playing the Lord of the Rings boardgame with Patrick and others. Patrick was explaining the rules in the sort-of-mocking tone he gets: Not mean-spirited per se, but slightly condescending. "No, you can't pick up that item. Because the rules say so, that's why." Somehow, that turned into a video game with multiple Yoshis, although they were still on the Ring quest, and still in the top floor of N+R's apartment. |
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[Dec. 6th, 2011|11:29 am] |
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GRE this Thursday at about 12:30, and I'm just a little freaked. That's a week earlier than I thought. Ah well, keep playing lots of www.freerice.com and www.mathplayground.com/games2.html . This has seriously delayed my "getting stuff done after vacation"; among other things, I haven't unpacked, or completely dug out my mailboxes.
But, put in "tapping language":
Even though I don't know what I'm going to get on the GRE,
I'm excited about the opportunity to do well.
Still behind on my dance requirement, although much closer. Need a few more study sessions to catch up (as aforementioned). Need more playtesting, housekeeping, kitchen organizing, exercise, d&d, financial work, healing awareness, legend of the five rings games, and... hey, sustainability's come around, it's not dividing by 0 anymore! Isn't that great? |
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| Flying into the sun |
[Dec. 1st, 2011|05:14 pm] |
( Vacation log )
Passed a frozen sparrow this morning.
One of the stories Mum told me last weekend: The parents were teaching me body parts. "Here is kitty's nose! Where is Zachary's nose? Good! Here is doggy's ear, where is Zachary's ear?" That sort of thing. It turned south when they got to the tail.
No, not like that.
I looked back, and was terribly distressed. Pouty, almost weepy, "No tail! Zachy no tail!"
Some time later, Mum made a small addition to my felt pajamas, and next bedtime asked, "Where is Zachary's tail?" I made a grouchy face and said, "No tail." "Really?" she asked, "what's this?" and pulled a red tail around from the back of the pajamas. I was delighted. "I have tail!" I was apparently bouncing and waving it around and showing it to everyone (family and pets being the only audience available at the time, but still...)
( Dreamtime ) |
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| More dreams |
[Nov. 20th, 2011|09:10 pm] |
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Brief clips of "The Muppets" trailer. Not sure if it was just the trailer or if I was in the scene, watching it with friends. Home is a huge, four-story house, not unlike a small hotel. I'm with my siblings in a tent outside, and decide to jump and exert effort and move my body in a certain way and that I start flying. I've done this in other dreams. I think it would be funny to scare people, and start dangling my limbs, slow-motion swimming, lolling my head sideways, and staring listlessly while floating towards my sister. I pass through someone en-route. So... flying isn't a problem, but making a scary face while doing so is? And I don't think twice about passing through someone. That's when I notice the skeletons. A dozen translucent, squared-off skeletons are visible through the cornfield/garden next to the house, and I'm seriously shaken. This is the opposite: In the dream, I was terrified; in retrospect, they don't seem scary at all; like construction paper cut-outs, or a tiny .gif, but translucent. The latter is reminiscent of the skeletons from "Beetlejuice: Skeletons in the Closet", which I played online for about an hour before getting eaten by sandworms.
I drop to the ground and they disappear, and I promise to stop "acting scary".
(indefinite shift) Later, my brother has a stroke. A number of family and friends are rushing from room to room, and someone brings up the roundabout point that if he seems fine now and we take care of him, they're less likely to take his case seriously.
-Sudden cut scene of three puppets (possibly Muppets?)(who also apparently live here) wearing medical gowns, shaking their heads and taking off surgical masks and putting stuff away.
We enter his room, which contains a massive computer/entertainment center of some kind. We watch a video about George Takei taking kind of memory and mobility test for strokes (looking like a combination "pin art" toy and touch pad), followed by something about my brother wearing crazy pants and learning yoga, and taking the warrior pose. Not entirely sure how he transferred from the house to the naturopath facility, but he definitely wasn't safe there.
Made quiche and went out dancing last night, installed lights this afternoon. Productive weekend. |
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