stuff I should be writing / writing about

- The morbidly fascinating, ethically murky. reality TV horror that is "To Catch a Predator." I begin a lot of posts about this, but never seem to finish them.

- Our current political disaster, that is, this thing where the writ of habeas corpus only applies when we want it to. It's Really scary, and I keep stalling on writing about it, as I seem to think my outrage demands eloquence. Mostly, though, I'm just sort of quietly freaked out by how few people seem to be outraged, but this or anything anymore.

- Hey, a crane fell down in the East Village yesterday

- I have a lot of Phoenix Rising related correspondence that must be done -- owl post, paintbrush & quill, etc. This week.

- I have this post percolating that involves so many issues, I'm not even sure how to do it -- it's about the many different and conflicting ways that we idealize invisiblity in our culture and why it leaves me feeling futile (or perhaps fragile) and angry.

- Strings. I currently seem to be writing about three words a day.

- This vague concern I have that when you live fearlessly when it comes to experience that when you have a midlife crisis, there's nothing to do other than go "well, shit!" I mean... what do you change? Righto. I'm turning 34 this week, and suddenly I'm morbidly afraid of 40.

- The temperature dropped about 30 degrees in a day. Maybe that's why we've all gone mad?

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Dear Telemarketers,

Don't pretend that you know me. Don't, when I ask you if you actually know me (or my roommate) or are a telemarketer, attempt to lie to me. The idea that I'll be more willing to or interested in buying your services or contributing to your cause because your excessive familiarity and fake 20-something speech ("Hey! How you doing?") will make me feel more comfortable or less lonely is rude, appalling and stupid. Also, I am not the bad guy for calling you on your methods. I'm not spoiling your fun, being insensitive or insulting a friend, since I DON'T KNOW YOU.

Wow, not cool.

-Me

stuffs

can barometric pressure cause rage? Or humidity? I woke up this morning and thehorrible angry/despressed mood I was in was gone and it seemed directly correlated to the fact that it was pouring rain. Then the rain even stopped and I got a nice day out of the deal. I can't say I'm elated or anything, but I am good, and that's good.

Some things of note:

- I like Renaissance dance, but my shins really, really don't.

- Where is my tracking number for my Regency ball outfit? Where? Tomorrow I might start freaking out.

- Tattoo is going to cost less than I thought, but there's a new wrinkle -- the minimum size to execute the design I want is bigger than my little arm can support. Oddly, I'm pretty zen about this -- the desired location for this thing was scads inconvenient, but what my intuition was telling me. Any new location (read: my back, since it has to be at least palm sized) is way more convenient for my life. And I love the design and it feels very powerful. So it's looking like it will be on my right shoulder. I will be a map. Kali said I already was one. Now it's a matter of scheduling. This month is so packed with stuff, I think I'm just going to say "not October" as it seems a pain to sandwhich it in between things.

- Voting on The Sorting Hat ends tomorrow. Kali and I have stories in the "Voldemort Wins" and "Childhood of Canon Characters" areas, so please go vote.