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| Wednesday, October 3rd, 2007 | | 11:20 am |
read book Bold what you have read, italicise that you started but couldn't finish, and strike through what you couldn't stand. Add an asterisk* to those you've read more than once. Underline those on your to-read list. Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell Anna Karenina Crime and Punishment Catch-22 One Hundred Years of Solitude Wuthering Heights The Silmarillion Life of Pi The Name of the Rose Don Quixote Moby Dick Ulysses Madame Bovary The Odyssey Pride and Prejudice Jane Eyre A Tale of Two Cities The Brothers Karamazov Guns, Germs, and Steel: The Fates of Human Societies War and Peace Vanity Fair The Time Traveler's Wife The Iliad Emma The Blind Assassin The Kite Runner Mrs. Dalloway Great Expectations American Gods* Atlas Shrugged Reading Lolita in Tehran Memoirs of a Geisha Middlesex Quicksilver Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West* The Canterbury Tales* The Historian A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man Love in the Time of Cholera Brave New World The Fountainhead Foucault's Pendulum Middlemarch Frankenstein The Count of Monte Cristo Dracula A Clockwork Orange Anansi Boys The Once and Future King The Grapes of Wrath The Poisonwood Bible 1984 Angels & Demons The Inferno The Satanic Verses Sense and Sensibility The Picture of Dorian Gray Mansfield Park One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest* To the Lighthouse Tess of the D'Urbervilles Oliver Twist Gulliver's Travels Les Misérables The Corrections The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time Dune The Prince The Sound and the Fury Angela's Ashes The God of Small Things A People's History of the United States: 1492-Present Cryptonomicon Neverwhere A Confederacy of Dunces A Short history of Nearly Everything Dubliners The Unbearable Lightness of Being Beloved Slaughterhouse-Five The Scarlet Letter Eats, Shoots, and Leaves The Mists of Avalon Oryx and Crake Collapse: How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed Cloud Atlas The Confusion Lolita* Persuasion Northhanger Abbey The Catcher in the Rye* On the Road The Hunchback of Notre Dame Freakanomics: A Rogue Economist Explores the Hidden Side of Everything Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance The Aeneid Watership Down* Gravity's Rainbow The Hobbit In Cold Blood: A True Account of a Multiple Murder and It's Consequences White Teeth Treasure Island David Copperfield The Three Musketeers | | Wednesday, August 8th, 2007 | | 2:49 pm |
i added a userpic.
I feel confident that it accurately reflects how I feel right now.
This trip has been the most harrowing of them all in every psychological/emotional way. Things are really different, and I haven't even been gone that long.
Biggest change: my home is now far away from here, and all I miss about RVa/"the mainland" is the people. The crazy, crazy people.
I have been (unfortunately) unable to meet up with a lot of my friends, in favor of family. My family is a lot older now than it used to be, which makes me want to spend as much time as possible with them. Price: high. | | Friday, July 27th, 2007 | | 7:06 am |
Youtube won't let you change your username!
How wack is that shit? I am trying to throw away one of my internetbasedidentities and this is making it more difficult. Why, oh why, youtube? This is clearly karmic retribution for becomming enough of a nerd to have personalities that live in the virtual world.
The great and the bad:
I got to hang with C and A and R and my moms this week; the vet bill for the dogs was 377 dollars; my taxes are still 5/6/7/? years overdue; it is truly gorgeous here.
If you were going to write a novel with someone, how would you choose the partner? I'm curious. | | Wednesday, July 25th, 2007 | | 7:42 am |
screwsi et. al.
Hello beloved(s).
I made it back to Va in one solid piece, although I did not get more than @7 hours of sleep per night until this last Sunday. At one point, I had slept about 4 hours a night for a couple days, and that's hard on me. It was worth it.
It is impossible for me to do everything I had hoped, including but not limited to: visiting both NYC and NC, my taxes for the last 5 years or so (don't be jealous), getting the dogs rabied up, cleaning out the remaining trash culture from my moms, organizing my studio into some kind of workable space, sentimental tattoos, the list continues. I think once I've caught up on my sleep I might be able to concentrate more and that will somehow allow me to accomplish a larger percentage of my ambitions. Sigh, life is so hard.
I was all excited about the job I thought I got, but I'm having trouble contacting my boss-to-be. Doesn't she understand we're engaged?
On the real though--both my bosses were smoking hot. I've never had the experience of checking out a potential boss before, but I was willing to do it when the challenge arrived.
SUUSI was wierd, it always is; this year is was strange because I think I've finally gotten to a place I can be peaceful with it. Lots of hugs, lots of beautiful children, lots of late night conversations with folks hit hard. I was glad I was there every time somebody either asked me to talk. No new bombs were dropped, just the same old shit, and I guess I should be glad for that?
Richmond is fucking gorgeous. I miss my other home, but it's wonderful to be reminded of how glorious this place is in full, decadent bloom. | | Monday, June 18th, 2007 | | 2:27 pm |
In theory--
I will be in RVA on the 11th of July. I'm flying in to Baltimore on the 10th so I'm not sure how it's going to play out but yeah. 11th or so.
It will be FANTASTIC to see everyone. | | Wednesday, June 6th, 2007 | | 6:13 pm |
Hobygoodiss
I have the kind of sunburn right now where water gathered under the dead layer of skin in a bubble, like a water pimple, and had to be popped. Ah, but sweet release. I feel better after indulging.
I'm addicted to Netflix. Mayhaps have gotten a job with the Hilo Arc, which could be awesome or could make me nuts. Probably both. But there's no guarantee I got the job.
We are on the verge of a drought. I am on the verge of catching the cold Kev has been nursing for a week.
I am going to put away more of our clothes, draw a hula lady, and watch The Last Unicorn. Hopefully it will rain.
Love ya bitches... | | Tuesday, May 15th, 2007 | | 12:10 pm |
fortynaughtyshortys
It has been a little greyer than usual lately here. We went up to the waterfalls and the Mister took the jump; cliffjumping is a big past-time here. While we were floating around, watching, a troupe of young fellows from Oahu showed up and one of them did a back-flip. All of these jumps occurred from what would be roughly the roof of a two story house. It was fun.
I am beyond done living in this house. The realtor is bringing yet more people to look that won't buy today. She always says, It's ok if no one can be there, I have a key! Like that's reassuring. Maybe it's a touch of my east coast hysteria, but strangers walking through my fucking house is what makes me nervous. I could give a goddamn if no one could be here, someone will be here.
But that's the only bad thing, lately. I have been watching shitty movies and trying to decide what to do for work. No jobby job for the doggy dog. One phone call would have been nice...I did get an e-mail. It'll be alright. It's hard to care when we've got enough food and no one is sweating it.
Miss you guys. Wish I could meet the new babies out and about... | | Thursday, February 1st, 2007 | | 1:03 pm |
wierd; i woulda bet on inarra or kaylee Your results: You are Malcolm Reynolds (Captain)| Malcolm Reynolds (Captain) |
| 75% |
| Zoe Washburne (Second-in-command) |
| 75% |
| Kaylee Frye (Ship Mechanic) |
| 70% |
| River (Stowaway) |
| 60% |
| Inara Serra (Companion) |
| 55% |
| Wash (Ship Pilot) |
| 55% |
| Dr. Simon Tam (Ship Medic) |
| 50% |
| Jayne Cobb (Mercenary) |
| 40% |
| Derrial Book (Shepherd) |
| 40% |
| Alliance |
| 40% |
| A Reaver (Cannibal) |
| 20% |
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Honest and a defender of the innocent.
You sometimes make mistakes in judgment
but you are generally good and
would protect your crew from harm.
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Click here to take the Serenity Firefly Personality Test | | Wednesday, September 20th, 2006 | | 9:11 am |
oh shit
Anybody know for sure what's going on in Thailand?
My dad's over there. All accounts so far are that the coup is peaceful, and even a little justified, but I'm kinda freaked. | | Friday, September 1st, 2006 | | 11:31 pm |
pax, and other things.
I never knew dorks could get down. But they can, I have seen it, and been amazed.
I've also been so tired lately I haven't been writing about all the wierd/great/amazing/exhausting/less great things that have been going on. But I'll make a list tomorrow, my day off, and put it up here whilst I drink my cafeee.
I love you guys. I am really glad I don't have many folks that check out my livejournalthingie, considering how so many folks on here seem to develop a following. I can honestly say that I know most of the folks that drop me a line pretty damn well, and adore them openly when we meet in public...or private. As the case may be. It's a gratitude thing.
Current Music: none, per usual | | Sunday, August 20th, 2006 | | 5:24 pm |
abraxas obnoxious
My job is very rewarding, and not as stressful as I feared (at all). Which is good.
Other than that, the Mister and I went downtown to protest Sen. Santorum, who was fundraising in Bellevue, of all places. We got the headsup from SavageLove, in case any of you read that column (cuz it rawks...I still miss Punchline, even now, across the country).
No luck--couldn't find the place, didn't see a soul. Much dissapointment.
My sign said: SEN. SANTORUM: CLEARLY IN THE CLOSET
I'll tell you guys about the Santorum Slip'n'Slide some other time, so you can spread the word. Not my idea, but absofuckinglutleyBRILLIANT.
Current Mood: iffy | | Wednesday, August 16th, 2006 | | 9:56 pm |
Don't be Jealous
I dyed my hair blonde. My goal is to have it white by the time I get back to RVA.
Believe me, it's just as wierd looking as you suspect it would be. | | Sunday, August 13th, 2006 | | 2:49 pm |
Awesomesauce
Last night, I watched (with a group of amazing people, who batted around ideas and stories all night and did not need a diaper change even once) the moon rise (big ole orange lookin thing) next to a random fireworks display (It's Gates, everybody said, and I asked if he was a magician) under a meteor shower.
So I think it's safe to say the evening was wonderful.
And that I love Devora. That too. | | Saturday, August 12th, 2006 | | 1:31 am |
i love this song, in the most fucked up way
Well, I got to watch Ms. Exotic World 2006, Julie Atlas, torture a replica human heart into bleeding all over her. Not to mention several other beautiful burlesquie-que cuties.
She stood very still; the music was slinking ominously along, and then suddenly the drummer hit the snare hard on the rim, and she crushed her fingernails in to the heart. It took a second to see the blood running down her chest, and her expression never changed. She looked like she was watching an old movie somewhere to the left of the lounge, until she finally turned slightly and tilted her head upwards to catch the blood in her mouth, the heart raised above her.
I never thought I'd hear a white boy sing such a mean version of I Put a Spell on You. The night was full of surprises.
Current Music: lily allen, smile; gnarls barkley, crazy | | Sunday, July 30th, 2006 | | 2:38 pm |
gay + poperocks = shit scene Hey guys--I wanted to post this here so the queer community I know and love could reach out if they wanted to (I'm going to see if I can reach in to my wallet myself, and if you know how shallow that mother is, you know that's saying something). I removed some of the details from the e-mail, as I can't clear whether or not they'd be comfortable with direct contact, but the important bits are all there. Some of you will recognize the names nonetheless. Actually, one of the biggest reasons this tugged on me enough to say anything was my own history with being wrongly profiled and fucked with by the police--a problem lots of women of all stripes will recognize a little too well. I am completely positive that the treatment she is recieving goes way beyond "due process," and worried that the next e-mail I'll be getting about her will be an obit. So spread the queer love and help a sister out, even if all ya got are good thoughts. But if you got a little more... Hey friends, Check this out and donate, if you can. Mariah is a friend of Sienna's and typical of her passion for justice.. Sue ---------- Forwarded message ---------- From: sienna (sue's daughter) To: freemariah@gmail.com Date: Fri, 28 Jul 2006 20:08:47 -0700 (PDT) Subject: free mariah hello friends and loved ones, i'm writing to ask you to join a fundraising effort. we are raising money for mariah lopez, a young trans woman and community activist who was arrested and is fighting for her rights. even a small contribution will really help! to learn more and donate, go to http://mariah.thecoup.org/please forward widely... yours, sienna -- Current Mood: better, mostly | | Tuesday, July 18th, 2006 | | 12:35 pm |
kristamighty
I am writing this at SUUSI, the wacky Unitarian camp where, once upon a time, I became either closer or in-the-first-place friends with several people I hold near and dear now. It's been a harsher experience, this time around.
Largely because many of my uberbuddies are not here, and I'm wondering why I came. I can go to work and sleep at home, and even get paid for it.
Usually I feel like shit the first couple of days, and then by the end of the week the kids have cheered me up. I love the folks my own age, but I just don't learn as much from them as I do from thirteen year old brats. It's true. And although I love a freak show any time, I just can't wait until 5 am and get up and work at 8. That's what coke is for, and we all know I retired several years ago.
I did do a good "converter dyke" mini-workshop last night around midnight. Although I failed miserably in that arena years ago, I am proud to say I have compensated well by recruiting the almighty gay in to converter-dom here in a hotbed of experimental sex. Don't be jealous.
Miss everybody. And I'm out. | | Thursday, July 6th, 2006 | | 12:01 am |
only in dreams
I had a wonderful weekend, but it was full of goodbyes. I thought I was fine, and although I'm sure I am, I think it is starting to catch up to me.
Today was the first day I almost cried—I left the mass of bellydancing goodness and almost cried in the hall. Luckily, three of them were in the parking lot and immediately cheered me up, just from seeing them through the chain link fence.
I had another moment in the car on the way home from seeing my sponsor, after reading the inscription in the book he bought me. But so far, the going has been tear-free, and I intend to keep it that way.
Getting rid of so many pairs of shoes might do me in…but so far, so good.
It has been storming like a motherfucker for about two weeks. It’s reflecting my emotional state like a bad novel. I keep thinking Stay gold, Ponyboy.
I’m going to miss you guys so bad.
Current Mood: stormyishness
Current Music: the tv, more fan whirring | | Thursday, June 29th, 2006 | | 2:22 pm |
pommedeterre The sad goodbye-ness has somewhat started. I am trying to regulate it to "see you later" status, but there is the occasional lapse. Among the casualties are a couple of my oldest friends, who have, for mysterious reasons, liked me less and less over the years. Over all, I think it's fair to say I am much more likeable now, but that's just me. Assessing myself. God, on livejournal. Sigh. I think the real appeal of going to coffee houses is that young, skimpily clad women who are prone to being "cute and funky" are always coming in. Chicks you can tell secretly own a britney spears cd, only partially for the irony, and who also like Make Do Say Think and are obsessed with rollerderby or bellydance. In short, girls that are enough like myself for me to be uncomfortable with passing fantasies of fucking their little bleach-blonde, quirky bespectacled selves...but I continue to fantasize anyway. The bathrooms in these places are always big. Makes ya think. Current Mood:  blahCurrent Music: david bowie (see: coffeehaus) | | Saturday, June 24th, 2006 | | 7:11 pm |
PSA The more you know... I am almost moved out of this house, despite the fact that we paid for the entire month. I keep getting phone calls from the property manager asking if we're still trying to move out early; he says the woman who's moving in wants to know. She lives one house away from us, currently, but calls the property manager to harass us. You know what? My wish to get the fuck out of here is seriously modified by her complete lack of courtesy. She'll get her day or so, but we paid bitch. So fucking hold on to your knickers. Nothing brings out the soul-devourer in me like airports, moving, and feeling under-appreciated by significant others. Luckily, number three isn't much of a problem any more, and it used to be the most commonly occuring one. This makes the other two a lot worse though, since I've become kinda spoiled. I like being spoiled. I like low levels of anxiety. On the upside of moving (aside from it being pretty much over) is that I am really enjoying being in close quarters with my Ma again. I know if it were to last for any indefinite period we'd be eating each other's faces, but fortunately its just a pleasant three week stay. The thunderstorms have been pretty wild, huh? Current Mood:  stressedCurrent Music: the whirring of a fan | | Sunday, June 18th, 2006 | | 12:01 am |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NW4xMgV21Sg&search=GI%20JOE
So...uh.
I watched that movie Madagascar again tonight (I made the man-friend see it in the theater with me when it came out, yes I know, thank you), and was really struck by the montage-y sequence when the animated animals are seperated and the song "It's a Wonderful World" with Louis Armstrong is playing in the background.
Sometimes I still feel like a monster that needs to be kept away from the things she loves, in order not to destroy them. Granted, its rare, but it hit me watching that poor little pixellated lion.
I also thought it was interesting, in retrospect, how many films I watched as a child that dealt with adult themes (like alienation, change, acceptance, tolerance, perseverance, etc.) that were specifically directed towards children. Anybody else remember The Last Unicorn? That movie still fucks with me.
"How dare you come to me now? When I am this?" HOOOoooooooooooly christ.
It's midnight on a Saturday, so don't fret yourselves. I'll be myself by 7:45 am tomorrow.
Current Music: massive attack...yep, im turning that shit off. |
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