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July 6th, 2008
09:20 pm - nothing's new
Been wasting a lot of my time elsewhere these days. I don't have a real explanation, beyond that a lot of my friends don't really post to LJ any more, so it's mostly become a tool for keeping track of people. Trust me that life is fine in the meantime, and e-mail me of you want to catch up for reals.
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July 1st, 2008
03:50 pm - just like i told y'all
So, I've been maintaining a constant low-level chortle at the efforts of certain Ron Paul supporters to establish 'Paulville' in the West Texas Flats. Now, as I find out, they have (drum roll) a WEB SITE. The subtitle is 'Like minded people, coming together!'
What I want to know:
1.) So they're similar to people with minds?
2.) In what sense does a coop that holds land in the shareholders' stead qualify as a libertarian paradise? Sounds like some collectivist poppycock to me.
In other news, life continues apace. Nick, bless him, got me a hose for the garden and it's literally the best labor-saving device I've gotten in the last year and some. I always felt like a pioneer lugging the watering can up and down, up and down the hill to water the vegetable garden- but no longer! I've joined the (20th?) century at last!
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June 5th, 2008
01:48 pm - so damn glad
Life is good. School is double-dutch-done. I'm working on really interesting things at my internship. There are tomatoes and squash and peas in the garden (well, the plants, anyway) and the little Carolina jasmine in the front yard is slowly winding its way up towards the sun.
Oh, and the Democratic primary is effectively over. Thank all possible deities. Everyone vote Obama, because the only thing older than John McCain is his agenda. I know there's a lot of noise being made about women voters taking their ball and going home or going to play with the Republicans instead, but I suspect that there'll be very few of those, at least among my friend group. To those that are considering it, please consider that yours is not the only agenda; a McCain presidency will be worse for many, many people who are not well-off white males. Think of the wars he'll start, the benefits he'll cut, the Supreme Court justices he'll appoint (and the rights that he'll thereby constrict) and every other disastrous policy position of his that you desperately disagree with. Obama is preferable to that in any number of ways.
We'll have our day, we women. We will. There will be a woman vice president, and a woman president, some day. In the meantime, everyone reading this remembers 2000, where a few thousand votes could have made all the difference. Don't be the person who has to apologize for their vote this time around. A year from now, don't be ashamed of the decision you made in November.
Current Music: FYR
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April 23rd, 2008
09:39 am - don't let me hear that life is taking you nowhere
The Pod hit 'Golden Years' by David Bowie while I was walking in to school today. That song is one of the few that can right off put me in a good mood; I think it must have something to do with watching A Knight's Tale on TV some time and the one scene where they're all dancing funky to, strangely enough, 'Golden Years'.
Which of course made me sad, because Heath Ledger isn't much of a dancer any more. But it was sunny and 'Golden Years' was on, and somehow one abides.
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April 13th, 2008
10:04 am - The starlings in their bright mail were feeding on the grass
Virginia Woolf has said everything better than I will ever say it.
That said: the (European) starlings are out in force recently. It seems to be the time of the season for them; always on the way to or from school I'll hear and then see one perched on a power line, warbling loudly, flapping his wings in display. Or maybe it's a she; European starlings aren't sexually dimorphic to the extent that some birds are, so the males and the females look the same to me. (I'm told by the interwebs you can distinguish them by the length of the breast feathers. Ho ho ho.)
The funny thing I saw today was a group of starlings, all sitting in a tree and exhibiting this behavior- and then a robin jumped up into the tree and started doing the same thing. Oh! dear silly Robin.
I know I'm getting older because spring heartens me, it really does. The slow opening of the season, from the wintry camellias and poisonous hellebores to daphne and crocus, star magnolia and daffodil and then, suddenly, lilac, hydrangea, peony, like fireworks; it feels beautiful, moving, meaningful. I fall in love with spring so easily, each time more easily than the last. My affection for the seasons accumulates like the gold scales of sunlight in Woolf's Monday or Tuesday, a wealth of useless sentiment. (No wonder my classmates call me 'grandma'.)
I had two planters on the stoop, and both of them seem to have passed the winter much better than I expected; all of the herbs in them have come back, as opposed to those actually in the ground in the front yard, which are still reluctant. I put in jasmine and daphne that I hope will be lovely and fragrant by summer, but they're taking their time too. There's something unforgiving or unhealthful about the soil in our yard. Perhaps it's just a reminder not to put down roots just yet.
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March 29th, 2008
07:15 pm - tonight: high school humiliations revisited
Tonight is LAW SCHOOL PROM! I have a vintage yellow dress (that I took the hem up on today) and a grey velvet clutch (that I made today) and GOLD SHOES and my blue coat (that I mended today).
I'm a crafty mofo. And as my reward, I'm taking tickets from my fellow students for the first hour or so of the prom. I hope my feet don't die.
The point is, I've been watching The Mummy Returns and The Scorpion King, because, you know, they're on, and they're AWESOME. Especially The Scorpion King, what with the Rock going into slooooo moooooshun every time he starts fighting. Fabulous. I love that man.
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January 22nd, 2008
10:46 am - Because I get all my news from Jezebel these days...
Think you've got colored wires growing from your skin? You're not wrong. Maybe.
This reminds me of dreams I used to have of grass growing out of my skin, some sort of airborne parasitic grass plague, or the one with the 'vampire' that looked like an alligator and when it bit you, you started growing teeth from the edges of your mouth around the back of your head... Weird. My dreams these days are mundane (ZOMBIES) and boring (ZOMBIES).
Edit: Goshdarnit, now I'm all itchy. Damn fungus/wires/worms/nanites/tobacco beetles/what-have-you.
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January 14th, 2008
07:15 pm - noise
Other people have lots to say right now. Myself, I'm fond of silence for the moment.
There's nothing better than when the world around you makes its own noises- the drop of leaves on a quiet morning, the thunder in July, the constant percussive din of hail falling.
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December 23rd, 2007
11:39 pm - done in the last two days
Wrapped presents
Read The Keep by Jennifer Egan
Watched Sweeney Todd and Superbad
Slept a bunch
Other than that... a whole lot of bupkiss, my friends. Long, luxurious bupkiss. Freedom has never tasted so sweet.
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November 28th, 2007
10:44 am - gimme gimme
People who want my Christmas list:
Amazon list is here; anything that's on it is still wanted, so stop asking me to update already.
Other items I'd like:
Bikini Kill T-shirt or Sleater-Kinney T-shirt (You can never have too many.)
Yarn and crochet books
Long gloves
Socks
Fun cooking supplies and cookbooks
etc. etc. etc.
I'm soo poor this year, but I'm trying to make presents for everyone I can think of. Let me know if you have things you'd rather have than the product of my blood, sweat, and tears. That said, if you can't afford to get me anything at all, I understand. DON'T DO IT. I'll love you anyway.
Edit: Amazon wishlist link works now.
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