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| Sunday, July 20th, 2008 |
anahata56
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4:12p |
*sigh*
I don't want to like Tony Bourdain.
But I do.
A lot. |
dmlaenker
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4:03p |
4:00! Time for Twits. On this day, Daniel M. Laenker spewed forth: Automatically aggregated and shipped in bulk by LoudTwitter, or so we hope. |
dawning_star
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2:57p |
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| Monday, July 21st, 2008 |
moof
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3:33a |
(This 3am posting brought to you by depressing dreams waking me out of a sound sleep.) The biggest downside to Japan: loneliness. I'm terribly slow to make friends even when I speak the same language as them, and when I don't have that? Nngh. In some ways, life in Tokyo is somewhat reminiscent of my days in Boston, Denton, and a good portion of Ann Arbor: an inability to find people I liked, much less hanging out with them. AA took about two years before I finally met people outside of work - and in the Bay Area, I met the majority of people I know during my first year there. I'm pretty happy with most other aspects of Tokyo, although the weather sucks a lot in the summer, things in general are more expensive, and I get occasional cravings for food that's either mostly unavailable or quite costly (deep-dish pizza, cajun food, and spicy food in general.) It tends to be much more compartmentalized than places in the US, though - I've been walking down the main road in Nakameguro pretty much every day for the past ten months and I still find shops and whatnot that I hadn't noticed before. There's a lot here that's really nifty, but without the ability to connect to people, it's tough. Current Mood:  awake |
| Sunday, July 20th, 2008 |
ocean_tempest
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8:44p |
Persephone: (why the winters seem to be getting longer) Six pomegranate seeds, as red as rubies, lay on a golden plate. They glow with crimson fire in the candlelight. My lord bids me eat. I can feel his hands upon my shoulders. I can feel his breath hot upon my neck. I eat the first fruit, and as I taste, my lord tastes the skin of my throat, where the scent of flowers still lingers. In the world above, the daylight fades.
The wind blows cold among the trees. The second seed is eaten, and my lord kneels at my feet. His hands reach for my breasts, and through the fabric of my gown I feel his caress, first soft, then hard. I watch my nipples rise then strain against the thin gold silk. He takes a small knife away from the table and, holding it delicately, cuts through the neckline of my dress. The fabric tears, parting from white flesh, and falls away. In the world above, as night draws close, the grasses turn in the wind.
Flowers bend. Petals fall. My nipples are the color of crimson seeds. The third seed is upon my lips as my lord suckles at my breasts, tracing circles of fire with his tongue. They ripen like fruit beneath his kisses. The world above is dark.
The trees are black and bare.
Creatures shiver, and shelter where they may. My lord explores my body, kissing, biting, tasting the length of me. I need to see him. He will not undress. He will not let me touch him. I know that he is beautiful; I can feel that beauty as my body lifts to press itself against him. Naked now, my thighs tremble and open. The fourth seed is eaten. In the world above, frost traces white patterns on brown leaves.
The last of the summer fruit returns to the soil beneath the sleeping trees. I catch my breath as my dark lord parts my thighs. His fingers touch me, there, gliding on the juices of my passion. His tongue, questing, thirsts for me, tasting me even as I taste the fifth seed upon my tongue. The world above lies dormant, frozen.
A creature caught by the cold, harsh air curls and sleeps, stiffens and dies.
He looks into my eyes, my lord, and slowly unlaces the robe he wears to taunt and tempt me. It falls to the ground. He stands before me, proud manhood beautiful. I long to take him in my mouth, to close my lips around that hot, strong flesh, taste the milky jewel glistening at its tip. He smiles as he puts instead the sixth seed to my lips. He gathers me to him; I twine my legs around his waist and open to his manhood. It thrusts deeper and deeper, taking me further into my dark lord's dark realm. The last seed bursts cool upon my tongue as my lord's seed bursts hot within my body. The world above lies still as death, waiting for the spring to come.
Hollow promise.
Who can know how hard that promise is to keep? I have always loved the taste of pomegranates. ~ Wendy Froud, "Persephone"  Art: "little berry taste" by Eireen @ Deviant Art http://www.deviantart.com/ Current Mood:  contentCurrent Music: ghostwhisperer @ Net5 |
vampedvixen
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2:34p |
48th Long Island Scottish Games Saturday, August 23, 2008 @ Old Westbury Gardens, Old Westbury, New York Gates Open at 8 AM Official Opening Ceremonies and Massed Bands at 12:30 PM Raffle Drawing at 4:30 PM Closing and Massed Bands at 5 PM Admissions to the Grounds are $15 for adults $10 for senior citizens $5 for children and $5 for Old Westbury Gardens members I will be attending this year.. who else wants to go? (You get to see men in skirts tossing things around.. ohhh..) Current Mood:  hopeful |
zon14
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11:04a |
How Strange - Shopping in SoCal Yes, had some time after we dropped our load off at the Otay, CA drop yard. So afterwards headed on up to Ontario to one of the TA's there. Walked on over to Ontario Mills for basically clothes shopping for the mate. Would you believe neither of us found anything? Came close on a couple items, but juuuuuuust not quite. So anyway, went to see the 3D remake of Journey to the Center of the Earth. Fast, fun, and silly. Then, it seems we were on some kind of outdoor kick, so we at at the Rainforest Cafe in the mall. Seems like it would be a good place to bring the kids more than anything. The animals animate every 15 minutes or so, along with a simulated thunderstorm about every 30. Yes, silly. Now we're on our way back east. And true to form when it gets hot, we stay along I10. We'll get back along I80/I90 about ohhhh, November or so, just in time to hit the snow and ice. Current Mood:  awakeCurrent Music: Phillies ahead 2-1 top of the seventh! |
cagekitten
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11:13a |
Seattle peeps
Hey seattle folks, can anyone recommend a moving service? I just spoke with some one that had a very bad experience with Starving Students moving service, so they are definitely out. Any other suggestions? |
blaufeuer
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7:48p |
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starthappening
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12:40p |
how fast can you have your bags packed?
Everything falls apart
and I still miss the same person every day of my life
and I will be homeless very soon.
And alone. |
sophy
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11:49a |
As promised: Pro and Con list A real pro and con list of the new place (so far, I'm sure more on both sides will come up as we continue to live here). Pros: Window ledges Also placement of windows means lots of natural light And we can see the sunset from the balcony! Foyer area is nice Private entrance Storage space and closets Ceiling fan in bedroom Shower head with three different settings and flexible to move around at different angles No mold or mildew - allergies don't act up upon entering bathroom! Lots of counters and cabinet space in kitchen Garbage disposal Dishwasher Washer and dryer right in apartment and on same floor Cleo really seems to like it The pool and whirlpool and fitness center There's basically three separate areas of the apartment - our two rooms and bathroom are off to one side from the front door/foyer area, Angie's room and bathroom are off to the other side, and then the living room and kitchen are in the main area between the two. It gives the illusion of there being more space than there actually is because it's all nicely set apart. It also gives us more wall space because of the walls separating the different areas. Our old place had the main living area (living room and dining room) all connected with the kitchen and bedrooms just jutting out from that main area, which left much less wall space to deal with. Good parking lot right out front door, and underground parking for a small fee. (Angie's taking advantage of that now - Dave might decide to come Winter if we decide we can afford it) One pro about a big complex in comparison to a house owned by one person who only owns a few properties is that there's a good structure in place for how things work and if something breaks, it's a lot easier and quicker to get it handled. I feel like I can trust the maintenance folks here more than the cheap handymen that our previous landlord would dig up to do stuff. Being only 14 years old, as opposed to over 100, the electrical wiring and plumbing and such work well. Good driving distance from a lot of places, and easy access to the highways. Cons: The AC. I'm going to miss the central air a lot. What we have now is a wall unit like what's in motel rooms. In order to get the bedrooms anywhere near cool, it has to be cranked up so high that it's freezing in the living room. It's really going to be a pain adjusting it to fit everyone's needs and preferences. Also, when it's on full blast, it's a little migraine-inducing. It's an adjustment living in an apartment again. There's a lot more people around than in a neighborhood of houses, and there are people above us. We hear their footsteps a lot and doors opening and closing. Only heard music once so far and it was really light, and haven't heard any talking or anything, so they're quiet people, which is good. Of course, I worry about our TV and music sounds carrying, but hopefully they don't. Lots of ceiling lights, which are nice right now, but will be a pain when they burn out and we have to replace the bulbs. The toilets seem to be low flow or something, so there will still be a lot of plunging. The plumbing itself works fine, so it shouldn't be as messy as at the other place with overflows and such, but it is kinda tricky getting it all down. The tp holder is in an awkward place. The way the bathroom door opens, you kinda have to back up into the room a bit before getting out, which will get old. However, we used to have to do that to get in to our front door, and I'll take having to do it in the bathroom over having to do it to get into the house with bags full of groceries and whatnot every day! Not a lot of places to walk to. Some of my favorite delivery places don't come out here. Less greenery and trees and flowers and things to look at. Lots of concrete. *********** So, it's not perfect. But overall, it's much better than the old place and generally a very nice place. Current Mood:  sore |
cagekitten
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10:19a |
It's a scary thing when you're relaxing at home and suddenly smell smoke
I was hoping to catch up on your LJ posts last night, but this little event took out our internet:
That's the view from the back of my apartment. The shot in the middle is of the embers as they fly over MY apartment building. That was really scary. It was a building under construction, really close to being done, so no one lived there. But with the mountain and bay views that home had (or was about to have when it finished), it was worth at least $700,000 to a million dollars. Which made me wonder, do builders insure their buildings while they are still under construction? |
lm_jillybean
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5:50p |
Orkney - Part Two First off A few pics of the beach we're on (Scapa Bay)Last night and most of this morning I've been writing. Although I don't have a lot to show for it in terms of pages I'm over another hump and hopeful of getting another few pages done today. Ruth, Mum and I have come to a conclusion that Orkney believes itself to be the mainland. It knows it's the most important part of Britain and Glasgow is on one of them southern islands that no one really goes to. It certainly is nothing like Lewis and Harris, Skye, or even Kyle of Tongue. As we hasten to point out, this isn't a bad thing, it's just not what we expected. Tomorrow at least we'll move out of Kirkwall and head for Scapa Flow and Hoy, so we may change our minds after leaving Kirkwall behind, but I don't think so. The east coast of Scotland has industry, fishing, oil - and the west coast has farming and . . . um . . . tartan. Even somewhere that you think is remote, the east/west divide is very obvious. Anyway, there may be a chance I'll get an hour's carriage driving (ie with horses) lesson at some point, which I would love to try. *crosses fingers* |
| Monday, July 21st, 2008 |
deralte
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12:57a |
Batman: Dark Knight and D&D Saw The Dark Knight yesterday with my family. ( Spoilers )After the movie, we had a lovely dinner at the Macoroni Grill (I love their bread.) and then I was kidnapped to my little bro's gaming group. We arrived early and spent an hour or so making me a character sheet. They use their own stat system and as a result, my poor stat rolls in the beginning meant that I ended up with fantastic stats in the end (20 Dex at level 2 for example). I ended up with a kickass Elf Mage whose stated goal in life was zapping as many people as possible with lightening (it's good to have goals... My affliation? I was chaotic evil. Why do you ask?). Of course, this being a gaming circle, it was a very boring game once we got started and I spent most of my time trying to stack dice as high as possible and sketching my own character and my bro's. That and correcting their resident idiot about battle tactics when I could be bothered. I got to shoot something before I left at 1am. That was about it. Now, back to the dissertation. I am on 'K' in my 65 sources... Current Mood:  busyCurrent Music: Claire Lepage - Bang Bang |
| Sunday, July 20th, 2008 |
magnoliamoon
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11:52a |
Oh and by the way
Go see Dark Knight
Really..all the hype all the talking all of it? totally true. It is so fucking worth it. I have never enjoyed a comic book movie like I enjoyed that one.
I even stayed up -way- past my bed time for it. |
magnoliamoon
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9:20a |
So yeah
The going gets hard and I get going.
In other words..this pregnancy got very hard for a while. In June I was hospitalized for six days with massive system infections that took a long while to get over. Then I've had pulled muscles, rashes..a couple of cysts on ovaries my ligaments all coming up at once and making me think I was in premature labor.
Then there's the low iron, the vitamin absorption problems the swelling the blah blah blah
And I haven't been updating.
However..I'm making an effort to do that more now.
So..here we go. |
all_but_dreams
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11:18a |
Inside The failures of the light... the night is wrapped around me... inside, my eyes deny their sight... you'd never find me in this place... inside, we're hidden from the moonlight... we shift between the shadows... inside the compass of the night... inside the memory of your face...The GOOD News: The Bruce Springsteen concert is only a week away, and we'll be going in a limo. I rejoined deviantArt, and I have a new screenname that you can and should befriend - ShakeTheShame. I'm currently working on a drawing/CG project that is showcased there. My TV finally shipped; it will be coming through UPS. I don't have cancer (my first pap smear ever came back fine). I also don't have gonorrhea and chlamydia (got tested because my insurance covered it, and my ex-girlfriend was a skank). The BAD News: (oh, boy, prepare for a WAMBULANCE) I'm sick. My sister caught a bitchin' cold from her boyfriend, and guess who has it now?! (self-point) My head hurts, my nose is congested, my face is puffy, my throat hurts, and my whole body aches. GOD MUTHAFUCKIN' DAMNIT. IT'S THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING SUMMER. I have only a week to shake this thing before the concert, and I swear, if I feel even half as bad as I do now during this once-in-a-lifetime chance, I'm... just going to cry. WEEP LIKE A SMALL CHILD. I can never just have something go right, can I? No matter what happens, I'll be going to the concert, but if I have to do so hopped up on Sudafed and wrapped around a box of tissues, I'm gonna lose it. Additionally, the shipping email for my TV tells me the NEW projected date of arrival will not be between the 13th and the 18th as they first stated, but around the 22nd (Friday). This is a problem, as I am to be returning to Gettysburg on the 24th (Sunday). I am worried that efficiency will fail them, and I'll have to leave without my fucking $260+ TV. I also still have no money, lol thank you, government, and I'm slowly losing interest in my externship. At the moment, all I want to do is get it over with. Finally, one of my absolute favorite bands (LIVE) will be playing at Musikfest, and front-lining for them is another band I really like (Collective Soul). Since money and transportation are still big issues, I'll (PROBABLY) be missing ANOTHER huge chance to see LIVE. Sigh. In OTHER News: Who knows when I'll actually go see The Dark Knight. I might just wait 'til next weekend and see it when Jimmy comes up for the concert. In the mean time, I've been watching all the old movies to prepare myself, hehe. I've been thinking a lot about post-graduation and all the details involved. I miss my Gettysburg homies and homoies. Love. Outside, the walls are shaking... inside, the dogs are waking... outside, the hurricane won't wait... inside, they're howling down the gate! Current Mood:  Very AngryCurrent Music: Sting - Inside |
mamajoan
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11:46a |
Dr. Horrible Okay! Okay! After two dozen posts on my flist about it, I get the hint that this Dr. Horrible thing is, you know, maybe kind of a little bit cool and maybe I should think about checking it out. So the kids and I watched the first two parts. I'll say more later (like when I don't have two kids yanking on my arms) but for now, just this: All you johnny-come-latelies who aren't watching "How I Met Your Mother" and are just now discovering that Neil Patrick Harris is teh awesome? I laugh in your general direction. I got on that train like two years ago. If the man weren't gay I'd quite possibly be stalking him (yeah, in my copious free time...). Anyway, and for those who were surprised that he can sing? You must check out this YouTube video immediately: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EhXsJjVdj1EYou're welcome. Current Mood:  amused |
dragonjaze
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9:30a |
Lifetime by Better Than Ezra
Duh...the 3 1/2 minutes isn't about the length of the REM song, but the length of the sunrise!!
Sheesh, my brain delivers these little tidbits at the strangest times. |
anahata56
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9:59a |
Yes. This.  Am I the only person who is driven completely insane by this? |
anahata56
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9:56a |
Birthday! ...and Happy Birthday to my son... |
dawn_guy
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9:13a |
flypaper for freaks Every week at D&D, Carl would have a weird little story about someone he'd met or something that had happened to him lately. We listened appreciatively to his tales of strange people and circumstances, marvelling how this seemingly normal young man consistently attracted the odd and the irrational in the part of his life away from his studies. We were all students at university and thought nothing at the time about the fact that none of Carl's stories touched on life on campus at all. I got a few hints about how Carl's stories came into being when they touched on the lives of people and circumstances I'd known in my "faraway youth". He was telling the truth -- I don't think any of us considered the possibility he made up a single detail -- but it was a truth most of us didn't allow ourselves to see. We'd learned growing up (whatever that is) to pay attention to "what matters" and to ignore or edit out "what doesn't belong". The man having a conversation with an invisible antagonist? He's mentally ill; pretend he doesn't exist. The hooker, the panhandler, the drug dealer? Not part of society; just ignore them. The spectacular near-accident, the sparrow almost crushed underfoot on a busy sidewalk, the child who displays a shining moment of wisdom? That's not the stuff the evening news is made of; it's inconsequential. When we are very young, we accept the world as it is. It's a rare person, though, who retains that innocent view of the universe through childhood and adolescence into adulthood. There are rules: the pressure to conform to them is enormous (in both senses). For most of us, the freedom to begin again to perceive what is really real comes piecemeal, as we begin again to trust and believe in ourselves and choose to question authority. |
zany_maiden
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11:07p |
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wordweaverlynn
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5:28a |
Sunday of the Living Dead A question that came up in discussion last week, but that I didn't have time to pursue: Are zombie movies an example of cultural appropriation? Why or why not? Show your work, and keep those fish livers out of my coffee. ETA Apparently the question was originally posed by ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) bcholmes. I am a stickler for credit. Also, you may want to go take The Amazing Undead Poll. I'll wait. Current Mood:  braaaaaains |
natalief
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1:05p |
Life hurts Life HurtsLife is often good. Today I have; new keyboard, new fountain pen, new paper, new opportunities to create. New and overwhelming pain that does not respond to painkillers that is not so good. The pain meds change the pain to a roaring, low-pitched scream from a screaming, high-pitched roar. Slightly better is better than not better at all so I will take that. So, for now, life hurts. © Natalie S Ford, written Sunday 20th July, 2008. Current Mood:  in a lot of pain despite painkillers |
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