ironymaiden: (washington)
this was my view this weekend.

i was at a tame and gentle bachelor party. pirate A wanted to go camping with the game group and his old roommate, so we did. the sun came out and blessed us with a bright but still cool day on Saturday. we drank a lot of cider, but not so much that anyone was sick or stupid. we cooked great food, and played games, and enjoyed the bluff and the beach. (i only went to the beach once. there were switchbacks and stairs involved - fine on the way down, less appealing on the way up.)

we blew bubbles, and we toasted peeps.* i think everyone read my Mockingbird trades; responses included "this is my favorite super hero now".

we gloried in moonlight and looked at stars, and we definitely threw toxic chemicals on the fire.

it was a good time.



*the drug store was selling leftover packs of peeps for 5 cents each. i spent 15 cents and we didn't go through them all.
ironymaiden: (bunnies)
Yesterday was a a good day. Morning: Knitfit. Afternoon: Dog & a nice second lunch. Evening: silly movie and snuggles.

I bombed through the marketplace at 8:30 and got everything on my list, plus one little treat for [livejournal.com profile] mimerki. I even got to nerd out over SIFF with Ilga and Mike from Edgewood Gardens.

my class was on on ergonomics for knitters. Great stuff. Alas, the big takeaway is that knitting requires us to do some bad things. The best way i can help is to not harm myself while using the computer. (And sit well. I need a better chair.)

C picked me up outside and I snarfed down a bag of Dick's as we drove to Kent. this rescue partners with a kennel there. The lady at the kennel was great.* We got to take the dog for a walk, play a bit, and do a greet with another dog. Everything went well. She's energetic but gentle, not fearful, and interested in people. She's beautiful. Smaller than our ideal**, for sure. But not too small. she feels like a plush toy. (If Molly was a Gund, this one is more of a Steiff.) Her dog-dog socialization is actually pretty great. We said yes and we're prepping the house. It isn't real until we get possession, but it's the closest we've been. I floated through the rest of the afternoon.

we had some extra time left on the car, so we went to Chinook's and got second lunch (first for C) and hot drinks and watched the rain fall on the fishing fleet.

later we collapsed on the couch and watched Jupiter Ascending. there was so much cool shit there packed into too little time with no character development and unbalanced exposition. Imagine if the entirety of The Matrix was smooshed into the first 40 minutes of a 2 hour film containing all of the content from the trilogy - but without shortening any action sequences. it could have been a really fun space opera book.

As it was? My inner 10 year old thinks the flying werewolf space boyfriend is cool, but she would have stopped cleaning toilets.

*being backstage at the kennel made me sad. shelters in Western Washington are either cheerful and shiny or kind of clinical. this was scruffier, older. kind of the difference between a community center and in-home daycare.

** she's from Korea - rejected by a meat rancher because her carcass would be too small. she looks like an oversized Shiba Inu.
ironymaiden: (chinstrap)
yesterday was one of the sweet fine days days on the edge of autumn - bright, warm, glorious. (okay, it could have been cooler. but it also didn't require sunglasses, so I'll take it.)

i got out of bed like it was a workday, and met up with [livejournal.com profile] mimerki, [livejournal.com profile] e_bourne, and knitta D to visit a fiber mill on Whidbey Island.

we got to ride in Adrian, and we practically drove right onto the ferry. we found a great spot for breakfast in Langley, with quirky decor and a thing for apples.



then we toured the mill, which is small but mighty. the equipment came from Oklahoma and Indiana; we are beneficiaries of the decline of the US textile industry. I came home with pin-drafted roving made from Washington wool, alpaca, and angora. its all so pretty and soft. We were amused that there are tufts of fiber all over the place, including the gravel driveway. they foisted apples on us from their trees, and gave us bottles of water, and there was much fiber nerdery.








after that, we hit Whidbey Island Distillery. the tour was very cool, with a bit of serendipity- we were there at the same time as the Metropolitan club. fun facts: their spirits are distilled from local wine and they get the wine in trade (half the distillate goes back to the wineries to make fortified wines) the still itself is computer controlled and the distiller can adjust it remotely from his phone.

then we tooled around Langley some more, where we saw these awesome sheep and goat portraits, and got ice cream. Then we had another lovely ferry ride. It was a truly superior day.
ironymaiden: (washington)
the nice weekend continues in spite of the weather.

Saturday, [livejournal.com profile] mimerki came over and helped me to shop victoriously for balcony furniture. (a "5 pc conversation set" which translates to two chairs with footrests and a little table to hold drinks.) then patio dinner at Madame K's and the first run of the courtyard hot tub. it's lovely. part of me still does not understand how i get to have such nice things.

i think July 4th dim sum is now a tradition. i was surrounded by a wealth of friends and a wealth of things filled with delicious, delicious egg custard. pretty much everything that has carbs on the outside and creamy yellow stuff on the inside is my favorite. i was so full that i couldn't finish my serving of soft tofu. the lions outside the crazy furniture store were wearing festive traffic cone hats.

later C and i joined Pirate B (and his K, and later we cajoled out Pirate A) at Gas Works for the fireworks. they were there around 3:30 to secure a spot and had a wealth of gear. our job was to bring wine. (surreptitously. thanks Platypus.) the location was astonishingly good - directly in line with the barge, near the top of the kite hill. B texted us that they were just south of the head. we didn't understand until we arrived. it was like a happy Planet of the Apes.

we did sit through some gentle rain, but it passed and we were properly attired. this is the first time we've watched from the park proper, and it was particularly sweet considering that there might not have been any fireworks in Seattle this year. (backstory: Washington Mutual sponsored the Lake Union fireworks. Washington Mutual also rented office space from the art museum that paid a good chunk of their budget and employed thousands of people downtown. Chase killed the fireworks, left SAM high and dry, and cut something like 5000 jobs. yes they were crooks, but they were our crooks. between that and a lot of policy changes, we've moved our bank accounts.) the crowd was entirely friendly and cheerful, the announcers were all "we looooove you because you all made this happen", and hey, the Presidents of the United States of America played before and after the fireworks, and they are always fun. (highlights included the pause during Kitty before the one verse - "we know this is the Family Fourth, so it's important that you explain to your children that profanity is acceptable in the context of rock and roll" and the cover of Video Killed the Radio Star.) someone on the Capitol Hill side of the lake had a green laser and harassed ducks and highlighted a balloon. the fireworks themselves were gorgeous. later we had rootbeer floats.

this morning the breakfast special at the High Life was crabcakes.

soon we will go to the zoo. meerkats!
ironymaiden: (Default)
the nice weekend continues in spite of the weather.

Saturday, [livejournal.com profile] mimerki came over and helped me to shop victoriously for balcony furniture. (a "5 pc conversation set" which translates to two chairs with footrests and a little table to hold drinks.) then patio dinner at Madame K's and the first run of the courtyard hot tub. it's lovely. part of me still does not understand how i get to have such nice things.

i think July 4th dim sum is now a tradition. i was surrounded by a wealth of friends and a wealth of things filled with delicious, delicious egg custard. pretty much everything that has carbs on the outside and creamy yellow stuff on the inside is my favorite. i was so full that i couldn't finish my serving of soft tofu. the lions outside the crazy furniture store were wearing festive traffic cone hats.

later C and i joined Pirate B (and his K, and later we cajoled out Pirate A) at Gas Works for the fireworks. they were there around 3:30 to secure a spot and had a wealth of gear. our job was to bring wine. (surreptitously. thanks Platypus.) the location was astonishingly good - directly in line with the barge, near the top of the kite hill. B texted us that they were just south of the head. we didn't understand until we arrived. it was like a happy Planet of the Apes.

we did sit through some gentle rain, but it passed and we were properly attired. this is the first time we've watched from the park proper, and it was particularly sweet considering that there might not have been any fireworks in Seattle this year. (backstory: Washington Mutual sponsored the Lake Union fireworks. Washington Mutual also rented office space from the art museum that paid a good chunk of their budget and employed thousands of people downtown. Chase killed the fireworks, left SAM high and dry, and cut something like 5000 jobs. yes they were crooks, but they were our crooks. between that and a lot of policy changes, we've moved our bank accounts.) the crowd was entirely friendly and cheerful, the announcers were all "we looooove you because you all made this happen", and hey, the Presidents of the United States of America played before and after the fireworks, and they are always fun. (highlights included the pause during Kitty before the one verse - "we know this is the Family Fourth, so it's important that you explain to your children that profanity is acceptable in the context of rock and roll" and the cover of Video Killed the Radio Star.) someone on the Capitol Hill side of the lake had a green laser and harassed ducks and highlighted a balloon. the fireworks themselves were gorgeous. later we had rootbeer floats.

this morning the breakfast special at the High Life was crabcakes.

soon we will go to the zoo. meerkats!
ironymaiden: (cookie!)
it's so decadent to curl up in bed at the end of the day with the laptop. i get to post *and* wind down beside C while he reads a bit.

lovely day today with friends, food, and free-ranging conversation. of course, if we were eating, then we were talking about food that we weren't eating. (and talking about egg candling, establishing secret identities, disposing of bodies, how to hijack an airplane with knitting needles...good thing gitmo is closing.) i sent tea to a better home, and had too many ginger cat cookies.

once the house emptied out (thanks to hottipper [livejournal.com profile] markbourne) i was able to show C all of Sita Sings the Blues. really, the whole thing is streaming online right now. high quality versions will start being available March 7.
ironymaiden: (cookie!)
it's so decadent to curl up in bed at the end of the day with the laptop. i get to post *and* wind down beside C while he reads a bit.

lovely day today with friends, food, and free-ranging conversation. of course, if we were eating, then we were talking about food that we weren't eating. (and talking about egg candling, establishing secret identities, disposing of bodies, how to hijack an airplane with knitting needles...good thing gitmo is closing.) i sent tea to a better home, and had too many ginger cat cookies.

once the house emptied out (thanks to hottipper [livejournal.com profile] markbourne) i was able to show C all of Sita Sings the Blues. really, the whole thing is streaming online right now. high quality versions will start being available March 7.
ironymaiden: (whee!)
oh, that was awesome.

we met [livejournal.com profile] markbourne and [livejournal.com profile] e_bourne for dinner and the first night of Jonathan Coulton's sold out two nights at the Triple Door. the food was lovely, the drinks were full of life-giving alcohol, and the audience was (in the words of openers Paul and Storm) "off their Adderall".

antics ensued: someone threw a package of unworn panties, there was a pirate hat, and there was a banana (with a flavor-ring). Coulton is still oddly attractive and somewhat resembles [livejournal.com profile] buhrger. (if [livejournal.com profile] buhrger trimmed his beard and took several inches off his hair and got new glasses and highlights...)

Paul and Storm back JoCo for part of his show. this time there was also special guest Molly, aka sweetafton23 on YouTube, a talented ukulele cover artist who joined in on several numbers as well as getting a moment to sing her own "Roadtrip".

all the performers got together to do a ( very special number - cut to not spoil Sunday attendees ) which i had never heard performed live.*

watching our friends see their first JoCo with Paul and Storm show was an added delight. we laughed till we hurt, we arr-ed, we sang on cue. it was a goodness.

we saw the best license plate in the parking garage (as seen in my previous post).

we hit every light green once we were on fourth avenue, and we rolled down the windows and sang along with INXS all the way home. (our car still has a cassette player, which means that the music selection is mostly frozen in time. Kick is an enduring classic in my household.) sometimes (especially after an evening out) there really is nothing better than crossing the ship canal with the wind in your hair and the lights sparkling on the water.

*ETA: i am not being a bitch. they did a live Rickroll - the patter was that they were going to do a cover, so we were all primed for Baby Got Back. they played enough of Never Gonna Give You Up for everyone to get it, then segued into Baby Got Back. i think this is the official end of the meme.
ironymaiden: (whee!)
oh, that was awesome.

we met [livejournal.com profile] markbourne and [livejournal.com profile] e_bourne for dinner and the first night of Jonathan Coulton's sold out two nights at the Triple Door. the food was lovely, the drinks were full of life-giving alcohol, and the audience was (in the words of openers Paul and Storm) "off their Adderall".

antics ensued: someone threw a package of unworn panties, there was a pirate hat, and there was a banana (with a flavor-ring). Coulton is still oddly attractive and somewhat resembles [livejournal.com profile] buhrger. (if [livejournal.com profile] buhrger trimmed his beard and took several inches off his hair and got new glasses and highlights...)

Paul and Storm back JoCo for part of his show. this time there was also special guest Molly, aka sweetafton23 on YouTube, a talented ukulele cover artist who joined in on several numbers as well as getting a moment to sing her own "Roadtrip".

all the performers got together to do a ( very special number - cut to not spoil Sunday attendees ) which i had never heard performed live.*

watching our friends see their first JoCo with Paul and Storm show was an added delight. we laughed till we hurt, we arr-ed, we sang on cue. it was a goodness.

we saw the best license plate in the parking garage (as seen in my previous post).

we hit every light green once we were on fourth avenue, and we rolled down the windows and sang along with INXS all the way home. (our car still has a cassette player, which means that the music selection is mostly frozen in time. Kick is an enduring classic in my household.) sometimes (especially after an evening out) there really is nothing better than crossing the ship canal with the wind in your hair and the lights sparkling on the water.

*ETA: i am not being a bitch. they did a live Rickroll - the patter was that they were going to do a cover, so we were all primed for Baby Got Back. they played enough of Never Gonna Give You Up for everyone to get it, then segued into Baby Got Back. i think this is the official end of the meme.
ironymaiden: (photo)

my best side
Originally uploaded by green eyed so and so.
la la la, i'm on vacation, i will take my book to the tea shop that makes crepes and have a lovely late breakfast. i reach for my coat and look out the window by the coat tree to see that someone else is having breakfast out today.

my guess is Peale's falcon, but i'd love it if someone with more bird knowledge could tell me more. EDITED TO ADD: info from the comments says juvenile Cooper's hawk. i was guessing a falcon because it wasn't as big as other hawks i've seen. cool. our yard has always been popular with wildlife; tons of birds and squirrels, an oft-used raccoon trail, and a hangout for neighborhood cats. this is the first bird-on-bird action i've seen.
ironymaiden: (photo)

my best side
Originally uploaded by green eyed so and so.
la la la, i'm on vacation, i will take my book to the tea shop that makes crepes and have a lovely late breakfast. i reach for my coat and look out the window by the coat tree to see that someone else is having breakfast out today.

my guess is Peale's falcon, but i'd love it if someone with more bird knowledge could tell me more. EDITED TO ADD: info from the comments says juvenile Cooper's hawk. i was guessing a falcon because it wasn't as big as other hawks i've seen. cool. our yard has always been popular with wildlife; tons of birds and squirrels, an oft-used raccoon trail, and a hangout for neighborhood cats. this is the first bird-on-bird action i've seen.
ironymaiden: (blow your mind)
we saw Jonathan Coulton with Paul and Storm Sunday at the Triple Door. it was a stunningly awesome evening.

we'd never been to the venue before, but we wanted to arrive at doors since the show was sold out and they serve dinner from Wild Ginger. we drove downtown so that we could get home faster afterward and get more sleep; there was a Seahawks game letting out, so we chose a pay lot rather than trying to cruise for street parking. we arrived before the evening rate started, but a helpful attendant (Diamond. really. who knew?) did a manual entry and gave it to us anyway. from there we had a drink in the bar, where i found a new favorite (grapefruit vodka, campari, triple sec, oj) and serendipity gave C the chance to get frangelico into his espresso instead of the starbucks liqueur on the menu. their happy hour looks fab, and they have free music most nights. worth revisiting. we knew we were among concertgoers by the xkcd and Miskatonic U shirts. (and the corsets.)

the seating for the mainstage is like what you see in old movies when people go to a club with entertainment (or more recently Victor/Victoria) with narrow tables and booths set up so everyone faces the stage. the tiers (and the way you can't stand up because of the fixed table) make for perfect sightlines throughout the performance. we were in the front third, center-left, and the sound was smashing, as were the lights. they've blown a deal of money on a fiber optic star drop and have a better-than-usual stock of templates and a nice rotator; Dave the operator became an active and acknowledged part of the evening starting during the opening act. when Dave wasn't cracking up the audience, his work was subtle and evocative. he created some lovely moments, especially responding to the lyrics of I Crush Everything by creating the illusion of JoCo floating in front of a sea of stars. (i have star drop lust, since i've spent many hours pinning/unpinning strings of white twinkle lights with every third one wrapped in foil on the back of a cyc. digress much?) as [livejournal.com profile] julzerator said, this is a place i would take my mother.

openers Paul and Storm are more of a straight-ahead comedy act, and got the crowd into a raucous mood. their first song was Opening Band and they struck the right tone with the crowd (reference selling your Star Wars guys to finance something and my people will fall in love with you pretty quickly). there was a little girl in the front row who got a lot of play all night as they gave her a twinkie every time they sang something that wasn't kid-safe. you can listen to pretty much everything from their set as streams on their website. they've been touring with Coulton for something like two years on and off, and they have a great rapport. he backed them up on a song or two, they backed him up on several. they had the crowd "arr" to accompany The Captain's Wife's Lament, which led to outbreaks of arr-ing all night. "dejected arr" will be with me always. (but they really bought my allegiance with If They Might Be Giants Were The Ice Cream Man; click play, the lyrics don't do it justice.)

i missed most of the first Coulton song due to overflowing toilet drama in the ladies'. The Future Soon isn't one of my faves, so it was okay. (and they totally have a monitor by the restrooms so you can hear everything.) setlist )
awesomeness: hearing the "LA face with an Oakland booty" part of Baby Got Back live. JoCo taking a request for Brookline and forgetting how it went (twice). a baby squeaking at just the right spot during Creepy Doll. seeing [livejournal.com profile] spazzychic get thrown a pop-tart. the sampler/drum machine gizmo for Mr Fancy Pants and Coulton holding it off the edge of the stage for the twinkie kid and others to press the buttons as part of the song. the audience spontaneously singing "bum bum bah" during the encore.

"this might be the only room in the world where i can say 'PAX in the hizzy' and get a response like that."

"the good ship ADD sailing under Captain Ohlookabunny (he's irish)."

"Taser the Ninjas. that's my emo band on the side."

flickr photoset
my camera vid of Paul and Storm in the style of Randy Newman

oh, and dinner was good, the service was awesome, and i had a lovely looseleaf Keemun with dessert. we got hugs from pretty girls. i felt pretty healthy the whole time (hooray for sitting). there was no traffic on the way home.
ironymaiden: (blow your mind)
we saw Jonathan Coulton with Paul and Storm Sunday at the Triple Door. it was a stunningly awesome evening.

we'd never been to the venue before, but we wanted to arrive at doors since the show was sold out and they serve dinner from Wild Ginger. we drove downtown so that we could get home faster afterward and get more sleep; there was a Seahawks game letting out, so we chose a pay lot rather than trying to cruise for street parking. we arrived before the evening rate started, but a helpful attendant (Diamond. really. who knew?) did a manual entry and gave it to us anyway. from there we had a drink in the bar, where i found a new favorite (grapefruit vodka, campari, triple sec, oj) and serendipity gave C the chance to get frangelico into his espresso instead of the starbucks liqueur on the menu. their happy hour looks fab, and they have free music most nights. worth revisiting. we knew we were among concertgoers by the xkcd and Miskatonic U shirts. (and the corsets.)

the seating for the mainstage is like what you see in old movies when people go to a club with entertainment (or more recently Victor/Victoria) with narrow tables and booths set up so everyone faces the stage. the tiers (and the way you can't stand up because of the fixed table) make for perfect sightlines throughout the performance. we were in the front third, center-left, and the sound was smashing, as were the lights. they've blown a deal of money on a fiber optic star drop and have a better-than-usual stock of templates and a nice rotator; Dave the operator became an active and acknowledged part of the evening starting during the opening act. when Dave wasn't cracking up the audience, his work was subtle and evocative. he created some lovely moments, especially responding to the lyrics of I Crush Everything by creating the illusion of JoCo floating in front of a sea of stars. (i have star drop lust, since i've spent many hours pinning/unpinning strings of white twinkle lights with every third one wrapped in foil on the back of a cyc. digress much?) as [livejournal.com profile] julzerator said, this is a place i would take my mother.

openers Paul and Storm are more of a straight-ahead comedy act, and got the crowd into a raucous mood. their first song was Opening Band and they struck the right tone with the crowd (reference selling your Star Wars guys to finance something and my people will fall in love with you pretty quickly). there was a little girl in the front row who got a lot of play all night as they gave her a twinkie every time they sang something that wasn't kid-safe. you can listen to pretty much everything from their set as streams on their website. they've been touring with Coulton for something like two years on and off, and they have a great rapport. he backed them up on a song or two, they backed him up on several. they had the crowd "arr" to accompany The Captain's Wife's Lament, which led to outbreaks of arr-ing all night. "dejected arr" will be with me always. (but they really bought my allegiance with If They Might Be Giants Were The Ice Cream Man; click play, the lyrics don't do it justice.)

i missed most of the first Coulton song due to overflowing toilet drama in the ladies'. The Future Soon isn't one of my faves, so it was okay. (and they totally have a monitor by the restrooms so you can hear everything.) setlist )
awesomeness: hearing the "LA face with an Oakland booty" part of Baby Got Back live. JoCo taking a request for Brookline and forgetting how it went (twice). a baby squeaking at just the right spot during Creepy Doll. seeing [livejournal.com profile] spazzychic get thrown a pop-tart. the sampler/drum machine gizmo for Mr Fancy Pants and Coulton holding it off the edge of the stage for the twinkie kid and others to press the buttons as part of the song. the audience spontaneously singing "bum bum bah" during the encore.

"this might be the only room in the world where i can say 'PAX in the hizzy' and get a response like that."

"the good ship ADD sailing under Captain Ohlookabunny (he's irish)."

"Taser the Ninjas. that's my emo band on the side."

flickr photoset
my camera vid of Paul and Storm in the style of Randy Newman

oh, and dinner was good, the service was awesome, and i had a lovely looseleaf Keemun with dessert. we got hugs from pretty girls. i felt pretty healthy the whole time (hooray for sitting). there was no traffic on the way home.

feng shui

Apr. 21st, 2006 09:41 am
ironymaiden: (rich zoe)
i went home early yesterday and took a nap. it never ceases to amaze me the way an hour of sleep can knit up my ravelled self.
i finally finished watching In the Mood for Love in time for [livejournal.com profile] butterflydrming to arrive and share a cup of tea. (an observation on the film later, perhaps. it's lovely, and i need to watch it again. let the phone ring three times, then hang up.) [livejournal.com profile] buhrger wasn't too far behind, and there was enough time for more tea before C was home and ready to eat.
La Carta de Oaxaca was absolutely packed (not unusual, but more than i expected on a Thursday), so [livejournal.com profile] butterflydrming and i waited for takeout and sent the introverts back to the house to be quiet together. i got to introduce [livejournal.com profile] butterflydrming to Dandelion Botanicals while we waited. (where she immediately started a conversation with one of the proprietors and left with an email address and a promise that they would try to make some tea soaps.)
even though i love sitting in the restaurant, having takeout was fun; we lounged about the living room and unwrapped banana leaves and talked about things that matter. (Chicken Soup for the Geek Soul: Worst. Chicken Soup. Ever.) there was more tea, and some chocolate, and hugs all around. and very few dishes to wash. (i enjoy hearing [livejournal.com profile] buhrger ask for herbal tea with a pronounced "h." perhaps not as much as [livejournal.com profile] spazzychic likes to hear him say about:p)
after the guests headed out, i was possessed by a need to rearrange the furniture in the bedroom. i must have done something right since i had the best sleep of the week, and bounced out of bed this morning in time to put on stripy socks and catch the express bus.

oh, and [livejournal.com profile] thegreymouser is my hero.

feng shui

Apr. 21st, 2006 09:41 am
ironymaiden: (rich zoe)
i went home early yesterday and took a nap. it never ceases to amaze me the way an hour of sleep can knit up my ravelled self.
i finally finished watching In the Mood for Love in time for [livejournal.com profile] butterflydrming to arrive and share a cup of tea. (an observation on the film later, perhaps. it's lovely, and i need to watch it again. let the phone ring three times, then hang up.) [livejournal.com profile] buhrger wasn't too far behind, and there was enough time for more tea before C was home and ready to eat.
La Carta de Oaxaca was absolutely packed (not unusual, but more than i expected on a Thursday), so [livejournal.com profile] butterflydrming and i waited for takeout and sent the introverts back to the house to be quiet together. i got to introduce [livejournal.com profile] butterflydrming to Dandelion Botanicals while we waited. (where she immediately started a conversation with one of the proprietors and left with an email address and a promise that they would try to make some tea soaps.)
even though i love sitting in the restaurant, having takeout was fun; we lounged about the living room and unwrapped banana leaves and talked about things that matter. (Chicken Soup for the Geek Soul: Worst. Chicken Soup. Ever.) there was more tea, and some chocolate, and hugs all around. and very few dishes to wash. (i enjoy hearing [livejournal.com profile] buhrger ask for herbal tea with a pronounced "h." perhaps not as much as [livejournal.com profile] spazzychic likes to hear him say about:p)
after the guests headed out, i was possessed by a need to rearrange the furniture in the bedroom. i must have done something right since i had the best sleep of the week, and bounced out of bed this morning in time to put on stripy socks and catch the express bus.

oh, and [livejournal.com profile] thegreymouser is my hero.

the truth

Jan. 23rd, 2005 08:31 pm
ironymaiden: (left hand)
someone mentioned yesterday that i hadn't been posting lately, and i realized that i've been a little quiet. there are big thoughts smashing around my head, and no good place to put them.

i've got too much information in my head this week about humans using other humans. it's something i abhor. i respect that it's a part of daily life, but i like to think that when i get something from someone else i am offering something of value in return. it's hard for me to live in a world where business is tangled with personal in order to serve the business. or perhaps i don't care so much about the manipulation if there's a consistent standard set.

so, since there's a few unrelated things going on here, i can just say that i hate it when people are completely self-serving and mean. it doesn't matter if i know the victim well or not.

i also have no comfort in the knowledge that i am right or have the moral high ground if it means pain for someone else.

i spent brunch this morning asking C to give me some happy examples of human nature. he didn't do too well. but as i think about it, last night was a grand example of goodness, where a whole lot of people got together and did something nice for [livejournal.com profile] scarlettina as she starts her hundred days. lots of people were there, and it was written up all over; i can't do it justice here. the thing is that we got together and did something a little absurd (each guest donated a nonperishable food item or other useful treat) to diffuse the dread associated with unemployment. perhaps we all could use a little more of that spirit in our lives. there was a little love with every can of cranberry sauce, bag of cat treats, and postage stamp. that's the kind of truth i want right now.

the truth

Jan. 23rd, 2005 08:31 pm
ironymaiden: (left hand)
someone mentioned yesterday that i hadn't been posting lately, and i realized that i've been a little quiet. there are big thoughts smashing around my head, and no good place to put them.

i've got too much information in my head this week about humans using other humans. it's something i abhor. i respect that it's a part of daily life, but i like to think that when i get something from someone else i am offering something of value in return. it's hard for me to live in a world where business is tangled with personal in order to serve the business. or perhaps i don't care so much about the manipulation if there's a consistent standard set.

so, since there's a few unrelated things going on here, i can just say that i hate it when people are completely self-serving and mean. it doesn't matter if i know the victim well or not.

i also have no comfort in the knowledge that i am right or have the moral high ground if it means pain for someone else.

i spent brunch this morning asking C to give me some happy examples of human nature. he didn't do too well. but as i think about it, last night was a grand example of goodness, where a whole lot of people got together and did something nice for [livejournal.com profile] scarlettina as she starts her hundred days. lots of people were there, and it was written up all over; i can't do it justice here. the thing is that we got together and did something a little absurd (each guest donated a nonperishable food item or other useful treat) to diffuse the dread associated with unemployment. perhaps we all could use a little more of that spirit in our lives. there was a little love with every can of cranberry sauce, bag of cat treats, and postage stamp. that's the kind of truth i want right now.

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Jan. 9th, 2005 10:10 pm
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this has been a weekend of fine meals and good fellowship. (i associate the word fellowship with a long childhood of Lutheran church services, but it's the right word and i can't pass it up.)
Friday - finger food and ink )
Saturday - hail Satan! )
Sunday - torture scene, altos, Crow ) i am so full, and so happy with all the visiting i got to do. i love my friends, and i wish i could have pulled out the time-turner to get to more of them this weekend.

one sad thing: i have a fondness for the defunct SciFi series The Invisible Man. Vincent Ventresca will be appearing next in a SciFi original movie called Larva. ick.

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