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So things are going. Weird shit, good shit, what have ya. It's been all spooky hour in my head with the premonitions thing. I wouldn't usually mention it except that it's happened a bunch of little times. Like I was torn between waiting on Kentucky to send me a w2 or send a check to the IRS to get a 2005 tax return (dont ask) and I had put it off and pretty much decided that if I sent it then the w2 would show up the next day. Well I didn't send it and guess what was in my mail box? Hooray.
Then I started listening to this cd that Doug had made me when he was visiting cause I wanted to share it with one of the people I work with cause its got some cool indie stuffs and i kept thinking "I know he sent more music" which he did, it was in a format my cd player couldn't read so its like on the day that I opened the folders and found all the extra music he called.
Its just weird little shit ya know? I dunno.
Part of the conversation that amused me greatly
Doug: well...hey let me get your opinion on this cause it bugs me but they officially made it so that when you have a sentence, like it used to be "I have a cat, a dog, and a fish." now its official to use "I have a cat, a dog and a fish." that bothers me.
Me: Oh wow...yeah cause like if you were looking at the sentence mathematically its like you've made Dog and fish Parenthetical like cat x (dog and fish)
Doug: yeah! Cause what if I went to the grocery store and said I was getting macaroni and cheese! then It would have to be specified that it was one item and not just a box of macaroni and some cheese
Me: well...you could put it at the beginning of the list where it wouldn't be mistaken
Doug: Yeah but I'd like to put it wherever the hell I want!
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Saturday, July 11th, 2009
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theremina
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Espresso, Os Mutantes, and dog-watching. A most delightful combination!
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ferretd
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So, yesterday J, Dog and I (kid was with my m-inlaw) went up to the Land to do some setting up. James and blonde J were already there and welcomed us with dogs (cookable, not the cuddly kind). J and I only had a few hours to help and do our stuff- we had Godspell rehearsal and were intending to drive back down for reh and then pack up everything else (including kid) this morning for heading up for reals.
It was a blast and lots got done. We checked the file for FunFair Feud to make sure that it works (and it does- I can only imagine that this is going to be awesome with mild technical difficulties but that it will be scored poorly, including by folks NOT in the scene- hey, I didn't answer the Qs, blame your JET colleagues! ). We set up the wedding tent (yay!). We set up the e-z-up (and it is!) and put a circus tent on top of it. Yay!
But most of all, we put up the FunFair "Big Top". This is an illusion Big Top made of flags and lights and covers the main camp area, the quad part that is always underutilized. I have been working on this in my head for...a while. Since the last game ended, if not before that. Ok, so not so long but it feels like forever...
We used the old May Pole from Revels (yay!) so that cost is free and strings of lights that dad passed to us, also free. The flags (Threads donation- they can use colored festival pennents more than we, I'm sure) were $30, plus the topper (couldn't find the maypole one) about $5 and the closeline, about $15 (lots of it and we bought at HD- I know, it could have been cheaper). Still approx. $50 for something I think is AWESOME and will add muchly to game.
Even better, it works! It looks so cool and makes the space different, as though there might in fact be a giant evil carnival right around the corner. Whee!!
I like having the extra time to go up. I made sure that J wasn't working this weekend so we could. Sadly, I'm starting work the week of Danzig so we won't get up there until dinnertime next game. Sigh. And J will have to do final packing. Double sigh.
But I did something noticable and (I hope) memorable. J helped, but this was my project, just like when we do lighting. It did remind me that I LIKE doing lighting and forgot that. I don't like teching, I like making a plan and setting it up then letting it go. Might be why I enjoy creating LARP as well- I set it up and then watch all the little dominoes fall down, helping out if they get into a snag, but otherwise stepping back and grinning.
Ex veritate. See you on the Land!
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theremina
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Kitka are a bay area based group of women brought together by their love of Eastern European traditionals.
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Wednesday, July 8th, 2009
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theremina
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A delicious Afrika Bambaataa/Gary Numan mashup:
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bel_mulderleia
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The only day I'm not working a double, and I'm STILL so pissed off right now.
ARGH!!
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teravell
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The 4th of July in Japan is slightly depressing. Not quite as depressing as Christmas in Japan, but . . . . well, I like holidays and excuses for celebration and revelry, so it's always kind of lonely when it's a holiday and nobody does anything fun. So I managed to win Dai over to my side, and he came over on Saturday night after work with a big bag of firecrackers, and we set them off in the parking lot of my apartment. They came with a little candle to light them with, but Dai announced that candles were for wimps, and pulled out a handful of those big orange flares that they put around cars that break down on the highway. (Apparently they were expired ones from his work.) They were very bright and exciting, but they made it kind of hard to see the fireworks -- after you look at one, you get a big purple spot in the middle of your vision that won't get out of the way. So we had fun trying to put sparklers in them without looking at what we were doing. Nice and dangerous. In with the sparklers, there were these little pinwheel things that spun around in circles, and also nezumi hanabi -- mouse fireworks. Those spin and dart around in random directions, just like a little mouse, and then at the end they explode with a pop. They struck me as something that would be right at home in a Harry Potter book. The first time one exploded, I accidentally screamed.
Speaking of screaming, and strange animals, I saw a snake yesterday. It was slithering casually across the street on my way to work. I (being noisy when startled) made an alarmed squeaky noise, and the neighbor lady came out of her garage to see what was up. "A snake!" Summoning some grammar, I pointed and added, "It just went into your flower garden." She grabbed her umbrella (it's the rainy season) and came over to peek into the greenery with me. "Oh, I see it! Aww, he's OK. He's not a poisonous one. You just let him be, he won't cause you any trouble." I decided that she reminded me a lot of my Grandma Lebo.
7/7 was Tanabata, the day when the two stars Ori-hime and Hikoboshi can be together for one night and grant everyone's wishes. One of my students made me write a tanabata wish and hang it on the potted plant in our lobby. (You're supposed to hang it on a bamboo tree, but . . . oh well.) I didn't know what to wish for. Come to think of it, for someone who loves holidays I've made a good job of ignoring Tanabata this year. Oops. My student wished to be able to run faster. I just wrote "I wish to be happy" and hung it up, feeling lame.
The next special thing is going to be the fireworks festival, on July 25th and August 2nd. I fully intend to go all out on THAT.
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Wednesday, July 8th, 2009
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momentarygod
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Summer adventures:
VNV Nation concert. Happy Happy Dancy Dancy.
The Color Purple. Hoity Toity Kennedy Center Tickets.
Shenandoah. Four days at the big meadow lodge. Natureyness! Followed by two days in a cute little B&B which promises it is gay friendly (a necessary precaution when vacationing in virginia).
Also parties and dinners galore. Very exciting.
Polling for my information:
Do you know the word/term twitterpated?
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theremina
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@IronRinn just posted an awesome little writeup on Haze over at @Coilhouse and now I can't get "No More Hot Dogs" out of my head.
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No one has once found my professional knowledge more than idly interesting and occasionally curious.
My job is not torture to endure, but I don't enjoy it to any degree other than to get paid. Which is just such a banal form of torture.
And my days are full of ugly and desperate people.
I am a lawyer, a doctor, a cop, a detective, a beaurocrat, a counselor, a fucking priest on occasion, and obviously some kind of indentured servant or waiter or something. I have all the worst parts of those jobs, without the legitimacy, pay, or the power those positions might imply. I'm no one's hero, because I don't do anyone favors. I do my job and nothing more. Sometimes people feel more secure because of that, sometimes they feel less secure. It matters to me less than it should. You're not a person, you're not even a number. You're just a box on my to-do list I haven't checked off yet. Or, you're an obstacle that's preventing me from checking off another box, which might get me closer to getting out of here with my mind and guts passably intact.
Tolerating poorly today.
-12th.
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Update: I've stumbled across someone I've been trying to locate via the web for nearly ten years and eventually gave up on. This is sorta good news, glad to see that he's doing well.
In related news, I've found a new way to be completely fucking despondently depressed by the potential that people can be spiritually fulfilled by their vocations.
No wonder I fill my days with spite, violence, and passing on large goblets of evil on to usually innocent people.
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momentarygod
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At some point in highschool, right about when my mother was starting to be concerned i had joined a satan-worshiping cult, my spiked collar disappeared. It was in my room, and then it was nowhere. My mother has long denied that she disposed of it, but I don't believe her. She doesn't lie particularly convincingly.
Recently the latent goth has resurfaced. California broke me a bit, I admit. Between the air-heads and the air temperature, consistent black was a liability. More than I cared to deal with. Or maybe the goth thing is just the way I respond to academia.
And I miss my collar. I am tempted to go buy another one, but then I wonder, how does one carry off a dog collar as a full fledged adult? Does one wear it to classes? Will my students have breakdowns if I wear it while teaching? I could, of course, buy something I will only wear clubbing, but that just seems silly.
Also, if not goth, what? Post-Cali I responded to my somewhat muddled identity by swinging harder into butch androgyny. I am not comfortable being a girl. I can be a goth girl, i can be a dyke, i can be a freak. The question is how that translates, trying to get a job, trying to do other things without coming off as... silly. Like my problem with the gay folks whose entire identities revolve around their gayness, I want to be able to have other facets of my identity, and I don't want to be limited by my presentation. Wishful thinking, I suppose, but I'm trying to find a balance.
What I wish I had the presence of mind to tell my mother as a teenager was that she got lucky. She feared my rebelliousness, my anger, my social discomfort. She would have preferred I try and find a place among the band geeks, I'm sure. But the goth community, in many ways, was the best thing that could have happened to me. Instead of jumping out my window (only 2nd story, nice comfy bush below me) to get into trouble beyond my ability to deal with, I jumped out my window to go join a group of people who actively looked after me. I got pulled aside by women I hardly knew to make sure I'd had the requisite sex ed, to make sure I was ok, to tell me i looked nice. That was more support than I got most other places. I'm grateful to the corseted club-mamas who made me the kind of person who wasn't afraid of things that were a little dark, a little sexual, a little intense, but a considerate person at the same time. In so many ways I think the goth community deals with that type of thing in much more healthy way than the rest of the world. Especially when you're an angsty teenager just trying to sort your shit out.
Now I get to sort my shit out all over again, but as an adult. So for those of you who I don't chat with much off lj, that's where I'm at right now. Somewhere between a spiked collar and a business suit.
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bel_mulderleia
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I suppose I've always been an ornery kind of geek.
True story.
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theremina
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I saw you in a perfect place. It's gonna happen soon but not today. So go to sleep and make the change. I'll meet you here tomorrow. Independence day.
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Wednesday, July 1st, 2009
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theremina
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"...For I heard you singing through the gloom... singing and singing a merry air... lean out the window, golden hair..."
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reflecting on the hollowness.