| today I am thankful for.... |
[Jul. 7th, 2008|04:11 am] |
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let's see...
Someone on the con board stood up for me even though they didn't know me.
I made chakra beads ...(kind of like prayer beads..)
Shaun offered help in moving, even though he's in Chicago. Weather he is able to come or not, it was kind of him to think of it.
umm...
I cleaned up some of my hard drive, then put it back in my computer myself... that was kind of a cool thing I guess ...
Oh, I talked to Xyla, and her life wasn't falling apart at this moment, so that's definately a good thing.
and umm... I guess that's about it ... |
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| Yeah, More Links |
[Jul. 7th, 2008|12:48 am] |
I am working on a non-linkie post or two, but it's going to take a while. I am seriously job-hunting, and I managed to do something painful to my knee, so I am limping around the house, cursing. And it's going to get hot again.
Transphobia. Turning Pride into Shame.
The only thing worse than writing is not writing.--Richard Price Interesting interview with the author of Clockers.
Same-sex marriage -- a role model for straight couples? “Heterosexual married women live with a lot of anger about having to do the tasks not only in the house but in the relationship.... That’s very different than what same-sex couples and heterosexual men live with.”
Bisexual invisibility in the same-sex marriage campaign.
My partner and I are both bi. As a same-sex couple, we’re subject to the same injustice and legal complexity and potential violence as any lesbian or gay couple. Our excitement in 2004 was just as palpable as we stood in line for our marriage license at San Francisco City Hall, and our relationship was just as diminished by the state’s subsequent annulments. We are just as threatened by Prop 8, the ballot measure this November that would define marriage as between one man and one woman.
The language of California law had left us out of the right to marry until the victory on May 15th. But the language of LGBTQI organizations and the media has robbed us of this moment’s joy. I can’t get my heart to stop hurting.
New treatments for eczema. Clorox? Really?
Breakfast of champions. Insanely NSFW video. Link from ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) mamagotcha.
( a quiz, even ) |
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| I appear to be losing my mind: I'll blame it on the hour. |
[Jul. 7th, 2008|12:04 am] |
I was looking for poetic expressions by which one might say g'night. I think I got in over my head pretty fast. What I ended up with was something I liked, but wanted to have say something a little different. And, well, I appear to have little or no shame. It is my fond hope that the Great Masters can survive any number of me, actually:
| Percey Bysshe Shelley: Good Night | Me: A Call through Space |
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Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill
Which severs those it should unite;
Let us remain together still,
Then it will be good night.
How can I call the lone night good,
Though thy sweet wishes wing its flight?
Be it not said, thought, understood—
Then it will be—good night.
To hearts which near each other move
From evening close to morning light,
The night is good; because, my love,
They never say good-night.
Online text © 1998-2008 Poetry X. All rights reserved. | Good night? Ah! loves; the hour is still
and in its stillness disunites
those who'd rest together still --
Making it then -- Good Night.
How can I call this lone night good,
Though such bright wishes wing its flight;
Be it not said! Thought! Understood!
Then it will be -- Good Night.
For hearts which near together move
from evening close to morning light
the night is good, because, my loves,
they never say Good Night. | </td>
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And find we're held, no matter space;
And find we're loved, in such a grace.
So we can call Good Night, Good Night
And touch our loves though lone we bide
But we who distantly may move
and seek out separate lonely beds
in which our loves' hearts move not
Must say Good Night though it is not,
and send our love to others' thought.
Yet our hearts winging flight will prove
Our separate lives and lonely beds
Yield rich companionship to move
each heart to each, o'erspringing space
and binding close as family
the hearts that choose so bound to be
so know, and share, a shocking grace
And so send out Good Night, Good Night
Across the spheres defined by stars
And hear them winging home to us
Across the winding ocean bars | |
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[Jul. 7th, 2008|10:01 am] |
WWII Commemorative Statue Unveiled In San Diego
SAN DIEGO (NNS) -- “Unconditional Surrender,” a 25-foot, 6,000 pound statue by world-renowned artist J. Seward Johnson commemorating a famous World War II photo was unveiled Feb. 10 at Mole Park in San Diego.
Unconditional Surrender is a three-dimensional interpretation of a photo taken by Alfred Eisenstaedt of a Sailor kissing a nurse in Times Square, New York City on Aug. 14, 1945, following the announcement of V-J Day.
From: http://www.navy.mil/search/display.asp?story_id=27774 (also has a photograph of the statue, though I bet we all know the original photograph of the sailor kissing the nurse)
There's something about this photograph that bothers me, and having read this article, it bugs me even more. From what I know about the circumstances surrounding the taking of the famous photograph, the couple on it were not a couple - the beauty of it is that people were so overwhelmed by happiness, they did things they normally wouldn't. So you had a young sailor grab a young nurse and kiss her passionately. I'm irked by the fact that it's okay and that it turned out to be one of the world's most famous images, but I am looking at the context in which this happened, and yes, given the circumstances, I'm being lighthearted about it.
But Ms. Shain's words (Ms. Shain is the nurse in the photograph) bothered me much more. About the moment of the kiss she says, “I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment like any woman would have done.” And I stripped the moment of the context and thought about the pure facts: here you are, walking down the street, suddenly this man grabs you, bends you over his arm, and kisses you. At any given day, this is called sexual assault and is a traumatic event. (On a personal level, ...been there.) I am bothered by Ms. Shain's saying that any woman would have enjoyed that because I guess I'm extending it over other cases of assault and no, I do not think a woman should believe she ought to enjoy such things.
I am also a little bothered by the statue's name - Unconditional Surrender - I know it refers to the circumstances surrounding the kiss, but there's something about these words being a title to a kiss - and notice the woman's position in the statue - that rubs me the wrong way.
Am I over-reading and over-interpreting this? Am I going to far? Am I messing with a holy cow here?
Please let me know what you think. |
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| if one more person.... |
[Jul. 7th, 2008|12:53 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Amy's place | ] |
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| [ | Current Music |
| | Enya | ] |
If one more person says that he obvious solution to my problems is to sell everything I own, I'm going to fucking punch something ...or someone!
Do they not understand that A) My stuff isn't worth anything B) that if I did sell it I'd be selling for pennies what would cost me hundreds to replace and that C) most of this stuff has sentimental value ??
I realize I'm a materialist..I'm mostly ok with that, and am, at my own rate, pairing things down.. but to go from, a 3 bedroom house worth of stuff, to nothing ... when I already have nothing... (no home,no job,no family (not like parents..but like my own family,kids and such))
Is devastating... and if the universe forces the point, then that is what will happen, I DO OT need everyone and there sister telling me "just get rid of your stuff" .
What do you suggest I do with the dress my uncle wore as a baby , or the shoes that belonged to my grate grandmother, or my grandmas wedding dress ? Or my grandfathers copy of Cinderella ?
Sure they might be worth something monetarily, but what of the family value ? Are we that callous of a society that sentiment holds no value ?
It's all so frustrating, I just want to scream !
And why is it people that have never even met me feel they have the right to advise, and indeed insist that I sell everything ?
Gahhhhhhhhhh!
ok, I'm done....people frustrate me
Blessings
~Bella |
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| out and about |
[Jul. 6th, 2008|10:04 pm] |
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| | Porcupine Tree's The Sky Moves Sideways : Spiral Circus | ] |
It's been a busy few days, and yet somehow I've managed to get a lot of art done.
Today I went to the zoo with Cassandra and Rachel. This was only the second time I've been to one of Boston's zoos, and it was a much better day for it than the rainy one that was Nat's little goodbye-Boston party. The Franklin Park zoo is small enough that you can see all of it in an afternoon without feeling too hurried, which makes it small to someone who grew up with the massive sprawl of the Audubon.
And on the 4th, Alicia took me to a barbecue some of her friends were having, which was also fun. No names as I totally did not retain them, either RL or online, except for kittyarrr who found my lj and friended me the next day.
I should scan some of the stuff I drew at both of these excursions, but I'm too lazy right now. I was hoping to finish off the High Priestess tonight - I finally got a good bg sketch for her the other day, and it's been scanned and put into the AI file, with the figure rescaled to actually fit into it - but I really just don't have the energy to tackle it; I look at the nearly-finished woman-pair sitting atop a rough bg sketch and just wince at how much work it looks like. This is mostly because of how I brought the sketch in, but even so I just don't feel like trying to conquer this fear reflex right now; tomorrow I'll try again.
It begins to feel like canceling work for most of this month was the right move; I know I can wake up Monday and start on this piece while I still have some inertia from the last few days. Maybe I'll manage to do a card every other day for a while!
blue:done; purple: in progress; grey: awaiting sketch; red: contains sketch but no work; yellow: extra cards, do not touch until after the traditional 78 are ready to print for the show
Also, one of the flowers I have in a pot out on the balcony is finally starting to bloom. Maybe I'll be able to remember what the hell I actually planted there tomorrow.
And finally, I feel I should mention my unexpected birthday present from the universe: Tits. No, seriously. A couple weeks ago (before I started fiddling with my hormone regimen) my boobs started growing, quite unexpectedly, and I now seem to be on the low side of a B-cup. And they still ache in that 'busy growing' kind of way. Thanks, universe, it's exactly what I didn't know a good way to ask for! ♥ |
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| via trousersofdoom |
[Jul. 6th, 2008|09:43 pm] |
this is matt damon.
this is how he looks now.
:( |
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[Jul. 6th, 2008|09:10 pm] |
Ooh, forgot to mention:
Here is proof of how easy I am to please. Give me ravioli (good ravioli, mind ye) & I will be in a good mood all day. |
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[Jul. 6th, 2008|09:04 pm] |
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Went to the Museum of Television & Radio, only now it is the Paley Center for Media. But it was fun. I watched a bunch of George Carlin and got yelled at for laughing too loudly. Story of my life. |
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| WHICH OF THE 7 DEADLY SINS ARE YOU? |
[Jul. 6th, 2008|05:19 pm] |
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My result is: PRIDE
You don't like being told your wrong, you can be vain and LOVE YOURSELF. |
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| installing ubuntu |
[Jul. 7th, 2008|12:19 am] |
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so i'm using the ubuntu live cd to browse the web while i re-install ubuntu desktop. |
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| "Why ya gotta cut me down?!?" |
[Jul. 6th, 2008|05:00 pm] |
I'm on the road to recovery from this weekend. I forgot how much alcohol Richard can consume and still be bright and cheerful in the morning. Apparently I have lost that talent. I'm exhausted. I simply can not be chipper at 8am after getting home four hours earlier. I just can't!:)
The 4th was great. Jetted up to Jamies with Richard to watch the fireworks from her roof top. Seattle can put on quite the show. Chirp obviously did it's part as well. Hands down best fireworks experience of my life. Then we hung out in her room, listening to music. Tool is something I need to look into more. I got chills. 3am rolled around and we decided to go home. That was the longest drive in my life. Work was ridiculous the next day.
But Richard said he really enjoyed coming home and is planning another trip back in September. Good to see him smile again.
I'm now at work, looking at spending the next three and a half hours surfing the internet. But I get paid to do it!
*sigh* |
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[Jul. 6th, 2008|05:32 pm] |
I bought a Ukulele and a Mexican wrestling mask today.
I have plans... |
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| Meme. |
[Jul. 6th, 2008|04:09 pm] |
One word meme ganked from veedub. These are my answers.
You can only type ONE Word!
Not as easy as you might think. Now change the answers to suit you and pass it on. It's really hard to only use one word answers. You can only type one word!
1. Where is your cell phone? desk
2. Where is your significant other? home
3. Your hair? wet
4. Your mother? crazy
5. Your father? dead?
6. Your favorite thing? magic
7. Your dream last night? long
8. Your dream/goal? happiness
9. The room you're in? office
10. Your hobby? Technomancy
11. Your fear? inanity
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Stronger
13. Where were you last night? home
14. What you're not? stupid
16. One of your wish list items? silk
17. Where you grew up? nevada
18. The last thing you did? type
19. What are you wearing? clothing
21. Your TV? None
21. Your pet? Ronin
22. Your computer? Lili
24. Your mood? Meh.
25. Missing someone? usually
26. Your car? Jewel
27. Something you're not wearing? underwear
28. Favorite store? Gate
29. Your summer? Yay!
30. Love someone? Many!
31. Your favorite color? crimson
32. When is the last time you laughed? today
33. Last time you cried? recently
34. Who will reply to this? unconcerned |
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| IN MEMORIAM: Thomas M. Disch |
[Jul. 6th, 2008|03:34 pm] |
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| | In Parasceve, Lectio III - Choir of Westminster Cathedral | ] |
He wrote beautiful prose. He wrote beautiful poetry. The rage and pain and beauty of his work shone like supernovas at sunset. He was viciously original and sometimes just vicious.
He was notoriously hard to deal with -- his LJ, tomsdisch, demonstrates his prickliness and anger. Those may be characteristic of a man who never learned to defend himself against the world or his own deep pain. (No, that's not just something I say of the honored dead. I have loved, do love, a few people like that.)
He killed himself on Independence Day -- surely a comment and a message to us. And his magnanimous, lyrical descriptions of life after death in The Businessman give me hope. Perhaps he has found his way toward that heaven where suicides learn to cope with life. |
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| Green Chili Cheeseburger, Madrid, New Mexico |
[Jul. 6th, 2008|02:58 pm] |
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happy
tired
satisfied