| When you live in the place you like best in the world, where do you go on vacation? |
[May. 2nd, 2008|06:42 pm] |
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In June, we are heading off to see my parents. They're taking us on a cruise. So if you will be in any of the following places in June, or if you know of anything really cool to do in any of the following places in June, I would be delighted to say hi or at least have a plan for how to get a sense of the place very very quickly. (Sadly, anything with travel time is out; we're only spending a day in each place, and most of them we need to be back on the boat by like 3:00 in the afternoon. That isn't anything like enough time to get oriented, much less do any exploring!)
We will be in:
Harwich, England
Paris (Le Havre), France
Plymouth, England
Cork, Ireland
Dublin, Ireland
Glasgow (Greenock), Scotland
Flam, Norway
Alesund, Norway
Bergen, Norway
Next time we do this, I'm picking the location. I will pick a location, and we will stay there, and learn something about it. Ideally I want a location which has hiking, museums, ruins or some other large pile of stone, an interesting downtown area to walk around in, and a nice beach or park or other outdoor area to lie about in with impractical beverages and/or picnic food. I'm thinking maybe one of those little islands in Greece. |
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| Two Things Everyone Should Read |
[Apr. 23rd, 2008|11:17 pm] |
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Thing One: The Open Source Women Back Each Other Up Project
I am, unfortunately, not actually very good at noticing when potentially-bad things are happening, but when I do notice I try to check up on things. I need a better procedure for dealing with people I'm scared of, though.
Relevant personal history:
1. In college, while I was eating lunch in a food court one day, I saw a man and a woman (presumably a couple) having a loud argument in the middle of the food court. I went up and asked the woman if she needed any help. She said she didn't, so I went and sat back down and they left shortly thereafter.
2. Later in college, I lived in an apartment above some seriously skeevy people. They routinely entered and exited their apartment through a window instead of the door, and often played very loud music from their truck. There were always a lot of young men hanging around; my roommates and I didn't know which of the people lived in the apartment, but we were pretty scared of them all and never confronted them about the music or anything. At graduation, my mother and grandmother were walking back to my apartment with me, and passed one of the young men and his girlfriend having a very similar argument in the hall. They laid into him; I would have preferred to ignore the incident, because he was scary and knew where I lived. (In retrospect the thing to do here would have been to quietly go past them and then call the police, but I didn't get that option.)
3. Shortly after we moved into our last apartment, we heard a very loud argument between a man and a woman several apartments away. We called the manager, and he went over and talked to them.
4. At a party I hosted, somebody said something to somebody else that made the second person uncomfortable. This one I didn't notice happening, and didn't hear about until much later; both somebodies are actually reading this, so... somebody 2, if you would like me to have a talk with somebody 1 and make sure that doesn't happen again, say the word (and give me a few more details about what he said) and I will do that. I wish I'd known about it then so as to nip that sort of thing in the bud.
Generalities from said personal history:
Everybody, if somebody is doing things that make you uncomfortable at something I'm hosting, please tell me! That's information I need! I will put a stop to it! People who will not behave themselves do not belong in my house. (Given the set of people I know, severe cluelessness is more likely than malice, but in that case what we have is a Teachable Moment, not an excuse to continue the behavior. "He doesn't know any better" isn't even a good excuse for a dog.)
Even if I'm not hosting, I have no problem being rude if justified, so if you are being flustered by a lack of good response, you can come hide behind me and I will be rude for you. I can be good backup once I know things are going on, but I do not have particularly good social situational awareness with which to notice things going on.
The things I have noticed have been situations that were loud (therefore attention-getting), and also more potentially dangerous for an intervener than most vaguely-icky situations, because they involved long-term couples, and domestic disputes get nasty.
I am much less scared of confronting people who don't know where I live, even if they are really scary people (as long as there are other people around and the scary people don't appear to have weapons). I trust that if my attempt at intervention went to (threats of) physical assault, the other people would summon help. But if the scary people could easily find me later, I really don't want them to be angry at me.
Thing Two (linked from Thing One, but even if you're not interested in that, go read this): A Modest Proposal about sexual consent
I have nothing else to add to this one. |
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| Holy Shit! Trees Have Leaves! |
[Apr. 23rd, 2008|09:16 am] |
About a decade and a half ago, they told me that I was slightly farsighted, and over time my eyeballs would probably slowly shift into nearsightedness so I'd match everyone else in the family, passing through a pleasant patch of awesomely perfect vision. Awesomely perfect vision is what I had every time they did the little free screening tests in school -- "Okay, Theresa, read the third line from the bottom." "I can read the bottom line! Want me to read the bottom line?"
Last year, I went to the optometrist for the first time in about a decade, after serious nagging from ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) andres_s_p_b. Not so much with the awesomely perfect anymore. I grumbled about it for a while, but decided not to do anything at that time. Between now and then, my eyes haven't gotten any worse, but volunteering at the school demonstrated that, sitting in the back of a classroom, I couldn't see the board, and that's kind of one of those signs. So after this year's appointment, I went ahead and got glasses. Andres picked them up for me yesterday, although I'll need to go have them adjusted on Friday because they're a bit tight.
There are two pairs; one pair of prescription sunglasses that look pretty much like my existing sunglasses and one pair of not-sunglasses that are tiny and rectangular. Yesterday evening, trying them on in the living room, I was all "Whoa! I can read the titles!" (and Andres gave me a look) "I mean the little ones!" Wandered into the hallway, looked back at the living room: "Rats! You have fur!" Wandered back in, glanced at the bookshelf again: "Hey, there's black on those letters!" ("Yes, there's a drop shadow." "Well I hadn't seen it before!") And there was a lot of flipping glasses up and down for comparison.
I wore the prescription sunglasses biking to the train station today. I can read the street names! From a distance! I can read the informational signage posted on the other side of the tracks! This is very cool! Things that are within arm's reach look the same, and clouds look the same, but everything in between is way different. I switched to the non-prescription sunglasses when I pulled my book out, because there seems to be less strain reading close things without the lenses, and switched back again when I got off the train. There are buildings -- with straight edges! and windows! -- waaaaaaaay far off down the street! And houses on the hills! I knew that, but it's different actually seeing houses and not just white and colored shapes.
The computer screen appears to fall within the arm's-length do-not-use radius, so I probably won't wind up wearing the not-sunglasses very often at all. They are intended for night driving, which is the thing the optometrist thinks I should really use glasses for (it's still legal without; my vision is not that bad), but I don't do much driving. Should be useful for museum-going -- that has fairly long sightlines. Not sure what else has long enough sightlines for the glasses to be useful but doesn't have nasty daystar[1] in it. Watching movies, maybe.
Right! Who wants to go to a museum?
[1] The optometrist kept throwing around words like "photophobic". I am not afraid of the nasty daystar, I just do not like it[2].
[2] This is in fact a lie; I am very fond of the sun, appreciate the good work it does growing plants and so forth, and get deeply cranky if I am deprived of sunlight for too long. But I can't see in California-standard sunlight; there's too much of it. Thus the sunglasses, pretty much whenever I am outside, and sometimes when I'm inside, if I'm right next to a window at the wrong angle (e.g. on the train about a third of the time). |
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| Piano Music |
[Apr. 11th, 2008|12:34 am] |
I had a birthday. So I have a great big gift certificate for Sheet Music Plus!
... and very little idea what to do with it. The basic problem here is that my primary criteria for whether I want a given piece of sheet music are (1) whether it sounds good on piano and (2) whether it's easy enough. Buying online makes it difficult to evaluate point (2), since I can't look at the stuff first, and very little of the music I actually listen to was originally written for piano, so I haven't got much of a clue about (1) either (there tends not to be sheet music; when there is it's usually guitar tabs, which are not so much helpful as I do not play guitar).
Therefore: suggestions!
I can use suggestions for songs that were originally written for piano / you heard a piano arrangement of once that sounded good, even if you have never seen the sheet music and wouldn't recognize it if you saw it blowing down the street. Things that sound good when played slowly are better than things that only sound good when played in a sprightly quick sort of fashion; other than that I have no particular genre or style restrictions.
If you are familiar with the sheet music, I have more details:
"Easy enough" is really quite easy, although if it's been specifically rearranged for "Easy Piano" then it has probably been simplified past "sounds good". I like a lot of the level 3 and up stuff from here. I appear to enjoy playing classical music but know very little about it; also I do seem to need it to be simplified some first. If it has 32nd notes or chords with more than four notes then it is too hard.
I need piano solos or piano/vocal/chords in which the piano part includes the melody rather than being strictly an accompaniment. (That is, this is good and this is bad.) I don't think I'm interested in anything that comes with an accompanying CD, but if you recommend one I may try it.
I like books full of things for efficiency and because I have a higher chance of liking / being able to play something in there, but I will purchase individual songs if I am pretty sure about them.
So far I am planning to buy these two; I already have a big book of Beatles stuff that takes care of my remaining Lennon-related needs ("Let It Be", which is too hard for me But I Can Learn Eventually!). The RENT and Sweeney Todd books available on the site don't seem to be quite what I'm looking for, which is a shame because I like the songs from those shows.
Suggestions are great; warnings are also helpful. ("This arrangement sounds nothing like the original." "It doesn't look hard, but no human has fingers that bend like that." "It claims to be all the songs from [insert musical or movie here], but it's missing the three best ones and half the rest are played backwards." That sort of thing.) |
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| I couldn't write dialogue like this with a team of Whedons |
[Apr. 7th, 2008|08:26 pm] |
(Today's dinner theme was "chocolate". I could not finish my dessert.)
T: The dense chocolate lump has defeated me.
A: (shocked) Defeated by chocolate?
T: It had allies. I defeated the allies.
A: So you're chocolate Hitler?
T: There are so many things wrong with that statement.
A: ... alternate universe chocolate Hitler?
T: Where's my LiveJournal?
And a bonus conversation:
Last Thursday my train broke down, so they eventually herded us all onto the next train, which meant that I was standing in a corner trying to read my book while the guy crammed in up the stairs next to me was carrying on a very intense and detailed conversation on his cellphone about his new girlfriend, including the line "She's hella mature!" which made me and the attractive black guy standing on his other side snort simultaneously. He didn't notice. Later, the other guy standing up the stairs from Intense Phone Guy suggested that IPG "Breathe between words!" He didn't notice that either, but the cute guy and I did. And I was reading my book! |
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| I had a great day |
[Mar. 30th, 2008|10:13 pm] |
brooksmoses and I went to the Farmer's Market and got all kinds of tasty stuff, then went looking for the new gelato place and eventually (after a phone call back home for now-where-was-it-again-ing) found it and determined it to be in fact quite good; while we were looking we also found a Mediterranean Grill on Castro that isn't quite open yet but from the menu looks like it may be the falafel joint andres_s_p_b and I have been pining for. Yay!
Cathy and Eric and suzimoses came over at various individual times (although then Eric had to go home again because he was sick, poor guy) and we made dinner out of the tasty things:
1. Random Soup: leeks, carrots, fennel, broccolini, pea shoots, garlic, and miscellaneous spices.
2. Pesto Garlic Bread: unfortunately burnt :( but tasty nonetheless.
3. Battered Squash Blossoms: from this recipe, except that we didn't have most of the things in the stuffing, so we did a mozzarella, bread crumb, and almond one instead. Fun and tasty, but frying in hot oil is scary. Also we made a really massive mess of the kitchen.
Then Cathy and andres_s_p_b went to pick up the new coffee table, and brooksmoses washed the dishes and cleaned the counters while suzimoses and I played with the rats. They went home, I swept for the first time (until now it's been too covered in boxes), the coffee table arrived, Cathy went home, and andres_s_p_b decided that it was time to iron the table.
( Photoessay back here. ) |
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| Oh, right, that's why I don't buy candy very often |
[Mar. 29th, 2008|11:17 pm] |
The new Safeway (or rather, the Safeway that is now closest to us) has a little stand where you can buy Jelly Belly jelly beans in many different flavors. I got about 3/4 pound today.
I have... most of that... left.
I'm'a go get some water, and maybe hide these somewhere. Oogh. |
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| Bad Habits |
[Mar. 27th, 2008|11:17 pm] |
1. I believe people when they tell me things.
I don't believe advertisers or other people who have something obvious to gain from lying, and I don't necessarily believe people who are telling me verifiable facts about the world that don't seem to mesh well with what I already know, but I do believe people when they tell me things about themselves. Things like "I'll be there at noon."
It gets me in trouble sometimes.
2. Unspecified "we".
Once upon a time, when I said "We went hiking this weekend," that meant my parents and my sibling and me. These days, it could mean anybody at all (and me), and I'm terrible about remembering to say who was with me when. I'll say things like "We saw Kooza!" and "Then we went off to dinner at Marie Callender's" and never specify who "we" is (seven people in the first instance, five in the second). I'm actually much better about this on LiveJournal than in person or on instant messenger, because I can look back over the post and go "Oh, before I put the funny thing so-and-so said in the last paragraph, I should probably mention that he was there" and go add that helpful background information to the first paragraph.
3. I think everybody knows everything.
Not everybody everybody, but once I've told three or four people about something, some little switch in my brain flicks over to "everybody knows that" and I sort of assume I've told everyone I'd expect to have told. LiveJournal is particularly bad for this, although enough repetitions of "I told you that!" "No you didn't." "But I posted about it on LiveJournal! I must have told you!" have at least trained andres_s_p_b to read the darn thing occasionally. Also, if I have been meaning to tell someone something for long enough that I've planned specific bits of phrasing to use, sometimes I forget whether I actually said it or only thought it.
Recent examples: A friend from TAMS first realized I had a boyfriend more than two years after we started dating. (How many of you knew I went to TAMS?) Today I was amused by a long list of viola jokes, and andres_s_p_b was confused -- "But you've never played violin or viola or cello!" he said. "Yes I have," I said. And yet he complains that he's heard all my stories. Clearly not.
Relatedly, I often mention things in very casual, tangential ways without realizing quite how tangential and casual they actually are. I think I've given someone a brief outline or portion of a situation, with an opportunity to inquire further if they are interested, and the other person doesn't realize there was a situation to be inquired about. (This fed into the friend-didn't-know-about-boyfriend-for-two-years incident: I had mentioned him -- in a how-I-met-my-partners context, even -- but the friend didn't realize that was a current relationship. Then, when I mentioned the boyfriend more later [instead of using unspecified "we"s, go me], the friend didn't remember the name and therefore had no idea I was talking about a romantic relationship. Not that he should be expected to! I thought for sure I'd given him the background at some point.)
4. I expect people to ask questions when they are confused.
I don't know why; they hardly ever do. But for some reason, I still think that when people are confused about something, they'll ask me about it, either when it comes up in conversation or when presented with an opportunity like this one. (If it's important and it's bothering them, I even expect them to bring it up on their own, some time after it's been particularly confusing. This is why I don't usually realize when people are missing fairly basic information; they don't ask about it, so I never twig to the confusion.)
Personally, I don't ask a whole lot of questions. I very much like learning about people, but I'm happy to learn whatever they want to tell me rather than hunting specific pieces of information. Way back when I was in the Puzzle Pirates beta, my mom joined the crew I'd been sailing with for a month or so, and asked everyone all these very basic questions -- "What do you do for a living? How old are you? Where do you live? What's your name?" -- that it had just never occurred to me to ask. I'll ask questions about things as they come up, to keep a conversation going or if something intriguing is mentioned, but I don't tend to produce questions on my own.
I'm not sure if that makes expecting other people to do it weirder or not. |
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| No Internet |
[Mar. 22nd, 2008|07:14 pm] |
Something is badly wrong with the line somewhere, so it will be Quite Some Time Yet before I have internet access (or phone, for that matter). Gmail and LJ I can check from work; just now I am borrowing a cup of internet from friends so I have checked my real e-mail, but this will be very rare until things are actually functional. We hope to have things working some time next week, but it's up to AT&T so it could be a while. Gmail or cell phone if you need me; comment here if you need the gmail address or the cell phone number.
(Other than that, everything is going quite well.) |
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| Not Dead |
[Mar. 19th, 2008|10:10 am] |
Quick notes:
1. The move went spectacularly quickly and easily. Thank you, moving helpers! (We actually turned down people who called offering to help later in the day, because we had it way under control. The main bottleneck was getting people up and down the stairs without bumping into each other, so more people wouldn't've helped.)
2. The furniture we decided not to take with us has turned out to be a problem. There is a saga, which shall be told later, about the perfidy and awfulness of people who sign up -- and show up -- to take free furniture, then go away to get more helpers to carry and never come back. Had they said they didn't want it, we'd have taken care of it last weekend, but since they did this stringing-along thing it is being an issue. (Going to the dump Saturday, since Goodwill doesn't take particleboard[1], unless anyone has a better idea.)
2.5 I did sell them the television, though, so that's at least one thing gone.
3. No internet or phone service at home yet. Theoretically that starts today, but I need to get a wireless card for my computer, so it'll be a little while longer before I can actually check my home e-mail. (Comments here, Gmail, and my cell phone are all working just fine, though, if you need me.)
4. I am down to 375 unrated songs on my iPod (out of 3551) and have just discovered that it has been long enough since Andres played World of Warcraft that I can hear some of the music from the game without wanting to strangle anybody or anything. (It was Horde-side, though, and he never did play that side much, so maybe some of the other music is still ungood.)
[1] Quite reasonable of them, really. I plan to drop off the actually-made-of-wood drawers, the mirror, and the metal bedframe there on the way to the dump, on the theory that they certainly ought to take those. I should check their position on box springs; I don't think Andres asked about that when he mentioned the other furniture. |
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| I think it's a new meme. Those are rare. |
[Mar. 13th, 2008|11:34 am] |
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I was gonna copy serenejournal first, but lcohen is too fast for me.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to answer just one question:
List (and elaborate on, if you want) three things you think you and I have in common. |
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| Death to Particleboard! |
[Mar. 12th, 2008|10:34 pm] |
Freecycle failed me, but Craigslist has done well. Someone will be coming to take away the bedroom furniture we don't want on Sunday[1]; if that falls through I have another interested party as backup. And a lot of people who are only interested in the dresser, for some reason.
Our shiny new bedroom furniture won't be delivered for another few weeks yet, so it is mattress-on-floor time. That's okay. It'll be like camping!
Andres noticed me looking at the furniture listings to see if my ad was displaying properly and spotted a sofabed he thinks he likes for the den, which he is going to test for comfort tomorrow.
No packing for me today. My theory was that I'd clean up some of this pile of other-things-that-need-to-be-dealt-with on my desk, but instead I am going to bed. Sleep is good. Tomorrow after work we will finish off the closets (that stuff is mainly boxed already, but in shoebox-sized units, so the lighter things can usefully be consolidated into larger boxes for ease of transport) and take down the art. Then Friday is last-minute day.
[1] By that time the boxes will be out of the way so it will be physically possible to haul the nasty falling-apart stuff down the stairs, hurrah. |
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| We're Moving! |
[Mar. 3rd, 2008|01:45 pm] |
This year we've already had days that make this apartment hot enough that we have to open the doors and turn on the fan. Given how miserable last summer was, we really didn't want to go through another summer here. So we're not!
We have found this adorable little place a bit closer to downtown Mountain View; the building is made of, basically, two houses with parking spaces in between them, and another house suspended above the parking spaces. We will be in the floating house. It is cute like a button, and has the most awesome bathroom of any place I've ever lived. It has marble floors (in the entry and the bathroom)! And a great big living room! The bedrooms are small but there are three of them, so we'll be able to reshuffle things somehow, although we are not yet sure quite how.
It does not actually have air conditioning, but it does have decent insulation and windows on three sides, so it shouldn't have quite the heat issue that this place does (except maybe in the front bedroom; that one's got a south-facing window so I am a bit nervous about it). It also does not have an Evil Heater of Roaring and Burning Dust and Melting the Coffee Table, which is a big ol' plus.
We are thinking that the rats will go in the living room, since that will be the room with the fewest cords and the least-easy-to-damage flooring. In the interest of reality-checking this thought, I have a crude no-paid-account-so-I-can't-actually-make-it-a-poll-but-I-totally-would-if-I-could questionnaire, which I invite you all to answer in comments on the theory that people on my friendslist who are not local probably make a reasonable substitute for people who are local but not on my friendslist:
1. Would you come to my house if it didn't have rats in it?
2. Would you come to my house if it had rats in it somewhere you couldn't see them?
3. Would you come to my house if it had rats where you did have to see them?
(Some people really like going upstairs to meet the rats, and some people quite deliberately stay downstairs on the couch, so I am not sure whether having the cage out in public space is an entirely good idea from a having-visitors perspective.)
Today I have cleaned out the downstairs bathroom so I can start piling packed boxes up without having them in the way and begun filling it with boxes of books. I'm doing a bit of a cull while I'm at it, but Andres is going to have to agree to get rid of anything, so that may not wind up being much (it's not much so far anyway; once I get to the paperbacks there will be more). I have also wrapped up some of the little decorative things and put them in a shoebox for transport.
We have not yet determined exactly when we're hauling things over, but it will be some time this month. Whee! |
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| Kooza! |
[Feb. 23rd, 2008|11:46 pm] |
We saw Kooza! It was totally awesome!
One set of friends was sick at the last minute and couldn't make it :( but we called around on our way and located backup replacement friends so the tickets would not go to waste.
Because it would be a real shame for any tickets to that show to go to waste. Wow.
(Although now I am feeling guilt about who paid for tickets and who got to use tickets, so there may be some income redistribution in the near future.) |
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| Introversion and Social Needs -or- Why I Like Parties |
[Feb. 19th, 2008|08:16 pm] |
I am an introvert with high social needs. That means that social interaction, like exercise, takes energy in the short term, but if I'm regularly getting an appropriate amount I have more energy and feel better overall. More is better pretty much up to the point where it's too much, so my ideal range of social interaction is very small.
Andrés, for reference, is an extrovert with low social needs. He's happy with a level of social interaction low enough to distress me and also happy with a level high enough to entirely overwhelm me.
Fig. 1:
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social interaction --->
(Higher density is better; note the abrupt drop-off at "too much".)
Interacting with people takes a varying amount of energy. The most important factor is how well I know someone or how comfortable I am with them (those aren't quite the same thing, but they're closely correlated). Interacting with someone I don't know well takes a lot more energy than interacting with someone I do know well. Interacting with several people I don't know is lots more effort than interacting with one person I don't know, but interacting with several people I do know is only a little more effort than interacting with one person I know. This makes hosting parties a very efficient source of social interaction -- it takes only slightly more effort than having one or two people over and results in a whole lot of social interaction, giving it a very high return on investment. (Going to parties is less efficient, because other people's parties usually include people I don't know, sometimes in large numbers.)
I have been skating on the edge of cranky-introvert-needs-alone-time-now for the last two weeks. I was all proud of my introversion management at apc16 -- "I'm not overwhelmed at all!" -- but I neglected to figure that unusual social energy expenditure into my plans for the next while, plus I got a number of exciting social situations dropped in my lap all at once (a small number, but they interact in interesting ways). Also I owe a bunch of people e-mail (::waves at some of the people -- most of them, come to think of it::). Now I am feeling weirdly insecure about whether people like me and stuff, which I think is about equal parts (a) having overdone it socially this week[1] and (b) basically all that socializing having been with the same people (who are lovely people I like hanging out with, but who I don't know all that well and who are part of one of the exciting social situations, which makes hanging out with them a little stressier than it might otherwise be). And this isn't letting up anytime soon. Last week I was thinking "Gosh, I haven't seen [long list of specific people] in a while -- time for a party!" but it's going to be a while before previously-planned things let up enough that I'll have the social energy to plan a party.
This is annoying, because I'd like to see the various specific people (hi, people! ::waves at the half of the list who are probably reading this::), but I would also like to avoid messy brain explosions. I think I surface some time in March, which is not so very far away. I shall try to plan ahead enough that there is not too long a gap between previously-scheduled things and theoretical party (busy is good), but I have to leave enough of a gap for my brain to settle down enough to handle planning (not too busy). Must aim carefully!
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you are here
[1] Somebody somewhere sometime between last month and last year explained that when they had a sudden burst of "These people hate me!" in the middle of a convention it meant it was time to go sit quietly in an empty room and coddle the introvert. Thank you, somebody -- it's a very useful signifier, and much less distressing when recognized as a temporary symptom. |
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| Hee hee hee |
[Feb. 12th, 2008|10:23 am] |
The other day I complained to Andrés about the lack of a ::rolls eyes so hard they fall out:: mood icon in my set.
So he fixed it.
:) |
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| Shoes |
[Feb. 7th, 2008|08:38 pm] |
I have three identical pairs of worn-out black sneakers. I do not need three identical pairs of worn-out black sneakers.
They are not totally unwearable, but they are clearly past the point of giving to Goodwill or otherwise passing on to another shoe-wearer.
I could make large, vaguely disturbing art with them (merely arranging them on the floor counts as large, vaguely disturbing art, really) but I don't need large, vaguely disturbing art any more than I need three identical pairs of worn-out black sneakers.
I am leaning towards saving the laces (because string is always useful, right?) and throwing away the shoes, but I feel ever-so-slightly guilty about that last little bit of not-totally-unwearable-ness. Can you think of any use to wring out of three identical pairs of worn-out black sneakers? |
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