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rm- This is sad: http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/03/18/van.meter.obit.ap/index.html
It will also no doubt lead to speculation that teh girl came from a high pressure home, and that childhood achievement never originates in the child and is the root of all evil.
- We have been in Iraq five years.
- Bad week: Arthur C. Clarke died. I remember, faintly, a 60 minutes thing on him as a kid, which tried t make unsavory innuendo about his personal life, which I didn't understand then and do now.
- The coverage of Obama's excellent speech yesterday has been so racist. If I see one more news item that's essentially "inside the secret, mysterious world of black churches" I'm going to scream. Black people watch CNN too! And that's the tip of that "I can't believe the shit that's coming out of your mouth" iceberg.
- This is the week short-list candidates for grad school are supposed to be notified. I increasingly suspect I will not get in, because I have a long history of understanding how people react to me and my writing. If I do get in, I also don't expect to be short-listed because the application asked what other schools I was applying to and I said none -- they aren't competing with anyone for me, so even if they like me, I expect to be near the top of the long list. But really, I think I will not get in, and I think too many people here will enjoy that. The real question is what to do if I don't get in; increasingly, I think I need the degree.
- Our See's Easter order is on the way.
- I have no idea what to do about the LJ thing. I have an insanejournal and a wordpress, and I have problems with both. Insane journal offers me the features I need but is ugly and seems isolated (truthfully, anywhere seems isolated). Wordpress feels cold and anonymous and ill-suited to how I use my bog. Staying here without paying once my account runs out isn't really viable either -- the thing works badly free, I'd have to see ads, and I don't want my content helping these fuckers make money. Meanwhile, I value my friends list highly even if you don't comment that often or I don't, and I don't see any meaningful way of maintaining that at scale if I move. It's so complicated and involves both professional issues and very personal ones.
- Fencing tonight, trains be damned.
- I will probably not be attending any of the keynotes at Terminus, because despite being told that meals will accomodate my food allergies the options are currently mix your own pasta, french toast and quiche. And no, pasta mix-ins without the pasta is not a meal. I hope they step up on this, but after Terminus, I think it's canned tuna in the hotel room again. I realize this is a normal and expected thing in my life, but NYC is so easy and my friends treat me so well, I'm not used to being left out because of my disease.
- The heap of stuff that was inappropriately living in our stairwell is gone. I saw peopel clearing it -- it was a building manager and a friend. I can't tell if the stuff belonged to the friend and that's why it was allowed to stay there so long despite being a health and safety hazard, or if they'd finally just had enough and removed it. If the stuff just got trashed, I'll be sad, because there was artwork I should have stolen in that case, but I didn't want it on my conscience or karma.
It will also no doubt lead to speculation that teh girl came from a high pressure home, and that childhood achievement never originates in the child and is the root of all evil.
- We have been in Iraq five years.
- Bad week: Arthur C. Clarke died. I remember, faintly, a 60 minutes thing on him as a kid, which tried t make unsavory innuendo about his personal life, which I didn't understand then and do now.
- The coverage of Obama's excellent speech yesterday has been so racist. If I see one more news item that's essentially "inside the secret, mysterious world of black churches" I'm going to scream. Black people watch CNN too! And that's the tip of that "I can't believe the shit that's coming out of your mouth" iceberg.
- This is the week short-list candidates for grad school are supposed to be notified. I increasingly suspect I will not get in, because I have a long history of understanding how people react to me and my writing. If I do get in, I also don't expect to be short-listed because the application asked what other schools I was applying to and I said none -- they aren't competing with anyone for me, so even if they like me, I expect to be near the top of the long list. But really, I think I will not get in, and I think too many people here will enjoy that. The real question is what to do if I don't get in; increasingly, I think I need the degree.
- Our See's Easter order is on the way.
- I have no idea what to do about the LJ thing. I have an insanejournal and a wordpress, and I have problems with both. Insane journal offers me the features I need but is ugly and seems isolated (truthfully, anywhere seems isolated). Wordpress feels cold and anonymous and ill-suited to how I use my bog. Staying here without paying once my account runs out isn't really viable either -- the thing works badly free, I'd have to see ads, and I don't want my content helping these fuckers make money. Meanwhile, I value my friends list highly even if you don't comment that often or I don't, and I don't see any meaningful way of maintaining that at scale if I move. It's so complicated and involves both professional issues and very personal ones.
- Fencing tonight, trains be damned.
- I will probably not be attending any of the keynotes at Terminus, because despite being told that meals will accomodate my food allergies the options are currently mix your own pasta, french toast and quiche. And no, pasta mix-ins without the pasta is not a meal. I hope they step up on this, but after Terminus, I think it's canned tuna in the hotel room again. I realize this is a normal and expected thing in my life, but NYC is so easy and my friends treat me so well, I'm not used to being left out because of my disease.
- The heap of stuff that was inappropriately living in our stairwell is gone. I saw peopel clearing it -- it was a building manager and a friend. I can't tell if the stuff belonged to the friend and that's why it was allowed to stay there so long despite being a health and safety hazard, or if they'd finally just had enough and removed it. If the stuff just got trashed, I'll be sad, because there was artwork I should have stolen in that case, but I didn't want it on my conscience or karma.
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Date: 2008-03-19 02:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-20 05:01 am (UTC)I've never *been* to a black church, but from the stereotypical things I've seen on TV, it's okay to be *HAPPY* and emotive in a black church. It's okay to take God's "Rejoice in the Lord" phrase at face value (as opposed to "rejoicing" in the Lord by staying still, and staring at the pastor).
I went to a Shabbiss (it's late, I'm tired, I don't recall the correct English-ized spelling of this word. I'm guessing RM knows, since NYC has a bigger Jewish influence/population than Rochester does) service once, and I liked how at the end there was a Q/A thing. It mostly had something to do with the Torah and keeping track of history that's currently in the making (Darfur, perhaps? Not sure, I can't really remember. Did I mention it was late? No, I don't know why I'm commenting on LJ now, when LJ will obviously still be here in the morning, when I'm much more coherent). I liked it because I was able to answer the pastor's questions.
I'm a big hater of the rhetorical questions in sermons, and an even bigger hater of said questions existing in a lecture. I mean, I know some of the questions are things we're supposed to ask ourselves, but I've always wanted the "floor" (so to speak) to be open for discussion (I guess that's what bible study is for).
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Date: 2008-03-20 05:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-20 05:05 am (UTC)Random: Is it hard for you to sleep at night, or do you get used to sleeping through all the noise?
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Date: 2008-03-20 05:08 am (UTC)Our apartment is in teh back of our building, which minimizes the street noise and it is quieter here than when I lived in the East Village, for which I am glad. Biggest issue is car alarms, which do wake me and do drive me nuts, and a few odd species of birds that ldrive us crazy and are loud in the mornings (there's also a confused owl that hoots from 7am - 10am every day and a cat in heat that yowls all night and I sometimes post about as Mystery Cat Howls at Mightnight). Osscassionally I'll hear a car crash or some sort of domestic drama (there was a lesbian breakup across the courtyard involving clothes being thrown out windows last summer), but the main noise problem is during the day in the summer, when music that I can only describe as Mexican Polka is often blasted on the street and in backyards so loud that up here on the fourth flor, I can't hear my own music or watch TV without it as a soundtrack.
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Date: 2008-03-20 05:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-20 05:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-20 05:18 am (UTC)