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Hello world. The paper is currenly at 3,164 words, which means I can stop for tonight, but Patty's doing some writing too, so I'll probably go for as long as either of us can stand. Right now my feelings about the paper are:

- it's pretty good
- it hasn't been as hard to write as I'd thought
- Ianto Jones, you do have to go and make everything fucking difficult, don't you?
- I'm never, ever going to get those hours rereading TWU, who_anon and torch_wood for July and August 2009 back, am I?
- Why can I still not find the right fucking citation about fucking tattooing?
- I coined a term!
- jeez, this thing is a bucket of fucking footnotes.

Patty and I spent the day writing in a cafe together and then went to Risotteria for dinner. Upon leaving Risotteria and walking by a woman in an extremely short dress that I didn't even notice, we have the following conversation:

Patty: "That was the shortest dress I have ever seen."
Me: "Didn't notice it."
Patty: "It was just... I don't even know how someone walks in that, much less sits or anything!"
Me: "You always notice these things."
Patty: "It was so short."
Me: "I believe you, I'm just saying, I think you like checking out chick's asses."
Patty: "Hey!"
Me: "It's a reasonable thing. I mean, some people are going to walk down the street and look at faces or tits or whatever. I think what I'm trying to say is that you're just a leg man."
Patty: *laughs*
Me: "Don't worry. In this conversation, you look sane. I look like the crazy one who described you as a leg man."

Thanks to a friend of Patty's we inherited a fabulous new dresser (it's this blue-washed wood -- very Jack) and a leaning bookcase thingy this morning.

Then we went to the farmer's market and bought some more tomato plants and a pepper plant, all of which we're going to keep inside for a bit until they are larger, as our three tomato starters were ENTIRELY EATEN, although their barren stalks are now starting to sprout new leaves so maybe there is hope? We even put out the big rubber snake we were sent to protect them. *sigh*

Yes, there will be a report on the Hewitt reunion soon. But that deserves real writing and all my real writing is reserved for this paper right now.

Flag football as varsity sport and whether it's a dead-end for girls.

After writing about the over-diagnosis of allergies, The New York Times counters by also talking about the high financial, time and emotional toll of severe allergies on families.

Why you can't win: Women who ask for raises are viewed as less attractive and a whole bucket of other stuff.

A week in the life of 311, New York's non-emergency information line. Didn't you always want to know whose job it was to deal with a dead seal floating off Brighton Beach?

Comments

[heron61.livejournal.com]

Flag football as varsity sport and whether it's a dead-end for girls.

What a bizarre argument - there's no "future" beyond occasional fun for any sport for 99.9+% of anyone who plays them, and it seems very odd to worry enough about the well less than one in 1,000 people who might have a hope at college scholarship or a professional or Olympic sports career to advocate against expanding a sport. I really don't get that logic at all.

[delchi.livejournal.com]

I dont get the logic of sports at all. In my history the 'sports' people tended to be abusive , self centered, self important types who seem to think that throwing a ball makes them some kind of higher life form. I completely agree with the 1:1000 point, and I think that this should be used for reduction in funding and to channel that money into something useful in the educational system.