misslynx: (Aidan & me - w/ dandelion)
One small but awesome present I got for Giftmas, from [livejournal.com profile] lgbtech, was a set of 6-sided dice called Story Cubes, with pictures on them that you can use for various storytelling games. They were the source of much entertainment on an evening out we had with [livejournal.com profile] curgoth, [livejournal.com profile] mycrazyhair and several other friends. The idea was, according to the box, to divide the dice among all present and have one person start with "Once upon a time..." and the roll their dice for inspiration, and then continue around the table with each person adding to the story. But given that we were all somewhat under the influence of many and various interesting varieties of beer at the time, the story instead started with "No shit — there I was!" and the each-with-their-own-dice thing quickly degenerated into first grabbing dice from other people, and then eventually keeping all the dice in a big pile in the middle with people taking as many as they felt like using when their turn came. As you might expect both from the alcohol factor and the excellent company, things quickly became very surreal, and a certain point I felt compelled to start taking notes on my phone of some of the more... interesting things that were said.

Cosmic turtles, electromagnetic shoes, and a phone call from God )

Of course, the Lynxcub is also an enduring source of extreme creativity. So as the childhood sequel to the adult madness above, here is a conversation I recently had with him:

The Pirates of Prince Edward County )
misslynx: (Me - w/ Kiska (on couch))
Slept too late, and the pears were not ripe yet despite being stuck in a bag with apples for a day and a half, so I didn't get to make the sweet potato/pear thing I was going to - just set off with the cupcakes, cookies, tofu roast (á la Tofurkey, but by a small local company instead) and blackberry porter. Which as it turned out was plenty, because there was a ton and a half of food. [livejournal.com profile] the_moogie is an excellent cook and tend to go all out when hosting any kind of social event. Also, multiple varieties of wine and beer, and at least three kinds of the beer had chocolate in them. And five kinds were varieties of stout. Clearly a woman after my own heart.

So, spent the day with her and [livejournal.com profile] mr_pugh, [livejournal.com profile] cleasai and [livejournal.com profile] insolent_cherub, plus a brief appearance by The Moogie's brother. There was much eating, drinking, silliness, and general merriment. I really need more of that. I did miss being with my actual bio-family, but being with chosen family can be pretty awesome too.

The results of my adventures in baking seem to have been well-received, though I ended up with a lot left, but that may have been just because there was so much there. I did give everyone some cookies to take home (and later gave three more to a homeless woman who was camped out in the entryway of [livejournal.com profile] kettunainen and [livejournal.com profile] optimystik's building when I went there to water their plants), so I only have a few of those left, but I still have eight cupcakes left! Anyone want one?

BTW, the cupcakes came out pretty well in spite of everything, though they are possibly the stickiest, messiest cupcakes ever due to the ooey-gooey caramelly Dulce Sin Leche topping. Also, some of them ended up with bonus caramel inside, due to the not-so-successful attempt at swirling it into the top of the batter before baking. But hey, any screw-up that results in cupcakes having a molten caramel centre is a feature, not a bug, as far as I'm concerned.

And I am pleased to note that thanks to a collective gift, Cleasai now has the Spirit of the Century book, and will be running a game of that sometime in the future, possibly starting in March. My attempts at trying to kickstart character creation right then and there, since it seemed like it would be exceptionally fun to do with a bunch of drunk people, were unsuccessful, despite SOTC having the most fun-sounding character creation process I've ever seen...

Anyway: I am now very tired and it is definitely time to sleep. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
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I had a wonderful time at the Kensington Market solstice festival, masked as a wolf, but despite wearing wool and layers and all that, got cold enough to have to bow out before the parade had quite reached its destination. Still, an excellent night, and a perfect example of everything I love about Toronto.

In no particular order, highlights (including from before and after the event itself) included oatmeal coffee stout, an anglerfish lantern, Native drummers, marching bands, old friends, new friends, puppet shows, howling at the moon with my similarly masked companions, Mexican food, mummers, fire, dancing and giant animal puppets.

And perhaps especially, encountering [livejournal.com profile] kettunainen, [livejournal.com profile] optimystik and the kids and getting to carry the Lynxcub around on my shoulders for a while and show him some of the awesomeness. I had been thinking that while last night's visit was great, I kind of wished I was the one taking him to the parade tonight, and as it turned out I did get to spend some time with him there, so all was good.

And now, there are about a thousand forms of work I should theoretically be doing, but I think it is time for bed.

Happy Yule, everyone! And now, sleep.
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[livejournal.com profile] optimystik is participating in a fundraising event tomorrow, the Global Mala 2010, in which people will do 108 sun salutations (a yoga routine) to raise money for Schools Without Borders's Safe Spaces project, for women in the slums of Nairobi, Kenya and Ramotswa, Botswana.

The event is taking place tomorrow, but there's still time to sponsor him! Donations can be made securely through that site, either by credit card or PayPal.
misslynx: (Aidan & me - w/ dandelion)
Had a mostly good time at Pride this weekend with [livejournal.com profile] lgbtech and, on Sunday, the Lynxcub.

Good: for possibly the first time ever, I did not get sunburned at Pride. At all. SPF 50 sunscreen, frequently reapplied, plus a parasol, apparently does the trick. [livejournal.com profile] lgbtech, sadly, was not quite so lucky.

Not so good: crowds, heat, not having too much luck connecting with friends. We did meet up with [livejournal.com profile] berecyntia Sunday night, though, so the weekend was not entirely without socializing.

Saturday, after some indecision, we went on the common, garden-variety Dyke March instead of the special alternate extra-cool Dyke March, despite knowing that most people we/I knew would be at the latter. We just agreed, after discussing it a fair bit, that neither of us really liked the divisiveness that the latter seemed to embody, and didn't want to encourage it. It had all started to feel a bit like some kind of high-school cliquishness... So we stuck with the original march, joining in between the Latin American contingent (because they had drummers), a local women's shelter, and a small group of bellydancers. Seemed like a reasonably auspicious place to be.

Took the Lynxcub down to Pride on Sunday. We had thought of trying to go out to the Hanlan's Point outing that some of our friends were doing, but were worried we would not be able to get the Cub back home on time if we did that. He was a bit freaked out by the crowds near the parade, so we got away from there and went to the Family Pride area, which was better. There was a water play area there, which he seemed to want to play in at the same time as not getting wet, which is not a very practical combination. What it seemed to translate into in practice was him staying well clear of the water spray and sending us in to retrieve buckets of water for him, which he would then slowly pour onto random spots on the ground, with a look of great concentration. I really wish I could see inside his mind sometimes. It must be a fascinating place.

There were also play areas set up by the Ontario Science Centre, the Art Gallery of Ontario, Toy Space (a local toy store that focuses on creativity-encouraging toys) and a few others. The Cub seemed to especially enjoy the Science Centre's area, which had a big long winding track you could roll balls down, with hills and loop-the-loops and what not. I think he could happily have rolled balls down that all day and never gone anywhere else...

I was a bit worried at one point when I asked him, on the way home, if he had had a good time, and he said no, in a small, plaintive voice. But when I asked him what hadn't been good about it, he said emphatically "I want to go back!"

"Ah - so you were having a good time when you were there, and it's just that having to leave to go home wasn't good?"

"Yes!" he replied, with that special isn't-that-just-what-I-said?-you-grownups-are-dim-sometimes look.

Next time, I guess we just need to go earlier so that he can be there longer.

. . .

And now [livejournal.com profile] lgbtech is on her way back to Albany, and I am somewhat envying her the air-conditioned enviroment of the Megabus, because it is horrifically hot here today. I could hardly sleep at all last night due to the heat,

Strange fact: the little "ForecastFox" weather display in my browser says that it's 32°C right now, but if I click through from it to the AccuWeather site that it come from, the site claims that it is in fact only 25° with a "RealFeel®" of 28°. Uh, NO. The Environment Canada weather site shows the temperature as 33°, humidex 43° (humidex = what it feels like including the humidity, similar to the RealFeel thing on the AccuWeather site). That seems much more in line with what it feels like: too hot to move, think, or wear clothes, and so humid the air feels like soup. My little window fan is not helping much, and I do not currently have the funds to get a ceiling fan like I keep meaning to, much less an actual air conditioner.

Apparently, there may be a thunderstorm tonight, but even with that, the forecast for the next few days has the heat hitting 34° for the next three days running before finally cooling off on Sunday. The City of Toronto has issued an Extreme Heat Alert accordingly.

(BTW, for Americans and anyone else who uses Fahrenheit: 33°C = 91.4°F, and 43°C = 109.4°F. No, it is NOT always cold in Canada.)

Did I mention that I really, really, REALLY hate hot, humid, weather? Really. A lot. I can't think clearly, gave absolutely zero energy, and currently I've also felt a bit queasy all day -- not quite full-on nausea, but not good. Not sure if that's just the heat and lack of sleep, or if I'm actually coming down with something.
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Anyone (of the local folks) going to Neutral tonight, by any chance? I am feeling the desire for social interaction, and maybe dancing. I don't know for certain if I'll be going, but I'm considering it.

Also, while I have never tried Chatroulette and don't particularly have any desire to, the following video shows one of the more amusing uses for it I've ever seen. Found via [livejournal.com profile] thewronghands:

Cut to spare your friends page )
misslynx: (With Kiska (on couch))
Savage was lovely - I am going to miss it so much. I don't even know where else there is to go any more.

Saw a few friends - [livejournal.com profile] margrock of course, and [livejournal.com profile] sher_khan and [livejournal.com profile] wildelf - not as many as I'd hoped, but was still good.

And on the way back, there was an impromptu streetcar party, with three guys drumming (two djembes and a bodhran) and people dancing on the seats and in the aisles. Definitely made taking the TTC a lot more fun than usual.

And now, bed.
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So... the Yule/Giftmas season has snuck up on me, it would seem. Between a prolonged work deathmarch with very little sleep or breathing space, and then getting the cold from hell which stuck around for way too long, time seems to have flown right by and I could have sworn it was November a minute ago.

All of which is basically by way of saying that it is apparently now Dec 18 (well, 19, really, since it's after midnight, but 18 is scary enough so I'm going to refuse to acknowledge the time of day for the moment) and I've only just tonight acquired a box of greeting cards to send out. And am only just starting to realize that I have less than a week in which to acquire presents for various people, who in many cases I haven't yet even got the faintest idea yet what I want to give them.

Oh yes, and haven't yet gotten around to sending out my annual web hosting invoices which I usually try to get out by, well, several days before now, at least. Which, had I done it sometime much sooner than now, would be helping with the whole gift-shopping thing, which currently must be done on rather limited funds.

Also, have lost track of how many holiday meals/rituals/feasts/gatherings of various sorts I am supposed to be making dishes for and whether I'm supposed to be bringing other things to some of them, and whether people at some of them might unexpectedly give me presents making me suddenly realize I should have something for them, and that sort of thing.

It's all kind of anxiety-inducing... So in an effort to quell the rising panic, I shall now recount the good things about this time of year:
  1. I generally actually like the whole spirit of the season, apart from the stress part. People are nicer than usual and things are pretty.

  2. Lights. Tacky and energy-consuming though they may be, I kind of like Christmas lights. Sometimes they are genuinely pretty (see previous point), and sometimes they are so hellishly overdone as to be unintentionally amusing, so it's kind of win-win if you think about it. You can ooh and ah, or point and laugh, depending.

  3. Everything has ginger in it. And by "everything" I mainly mean fancy coffees and baked goods at places like The Second Cup and Starbucks. Those who know me know that I love ginger in pretty much every form with an unholy passion. Not even just edible/drinkable forms - I even have ginger perfume (well, all right, it's actually called Shub-Niggurath, and your guess is as good as mine as to why the Black Goat of a Thousand Young should smell like three kinds of ginger, but I'm not complaining, because the only thing better than ginger is ginger + HP Lovecraft).

  4. Clementines. Clementines are good. Seriously, when I brought home my first bag of them for this year and ate the first one, which quickly became the first three, I considered for a moment that clementines might possibly be the single best thing about the entire Yule season. Now, of course, I can recognize that as an exaggeration, but that may be because I have not eaten any in the past hour or so, which I should probably remedy immediately. I go through a lot of clementines while they're in season.

    (pauses to eat a clementine)

  5. Plus, I suppose, the usual things like getting together with friends and family, celebrating the rebirth of the sun and related conccepts from other religions, etc. But right now those are all tied in a little too closely with OMG-must-send-cards-must-buy-presents-must-plan-what-to-cook-for-400-potlucks-OMG-OMG-OMG. So I think I will eat another clementine and go to bed.
misslynx: (With Kiska (in chair))
Well, let's see...
  • Marathon work binge involving very little sleep for a long time? Check.
  • Exposure to illness via small child? Check.
  • Hitting point of wondering just how long I can keep up the pace I was? Check.
  • Starting to get at least beginning cold symtpoms, though not too severe yet, and because they weren't severe, brushed them off for the most part and didn't ease up on my activity level as much as I should have? Check.

What do these things add up to?

The beginnings of a painfully bad cough last night, followed by waking up this morning feeling like death warmed over, with my lungs and head both feeling like they're packed full of some odd blend of cotton wool, sandpaper and industrial waste.

I pretty much knew this would happen, or at least was highly likely to happen. It's not like I haven't had this same pattern recur many times before. And I do not really meet the "doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results" definition of insanity - being only slightly insane, I usually do the same thing over and over while expecting most likely the same results, yet nonetheless holding onto that small shred of hope that says that maybe I'll get away with it this time... Clearly, I didn't.

Phoned my dad, told him I wouldn't be able to come do editing today, then crawled back into bed and didn't get up again until 2pm. Walked dog very briefly while still in pajamas (a long winter coat hides a multitude of sartorial sins).

Will probably not be doing much this weekend other than staying in, finishing what work I can during periodic bouts of semi-alertness, and wishing Khmer Thai has not chosen this particular time period to be closed for two weeks. I would kill for some Thai hot and sour soup right now, and the soups they make are gigantic concoctions that are more like stew than soup, with one order being big enough to make two full meals out of. Not to mention incredibly delicious. Well, there are other Thai restaurants in the area, even though they are not Khmer Thai and thus not the same damn it, so perhaps if I feel up to it later I will try and drag myself to one of those and get some takeout.

The most aggravating thing about Khmer Thai being temporarily out of commission is that I found this out by way of trying to phone in an order that [livejournal.com profile] cleasai was going to pick up and bring to me, along with dog food that I'd been meaning to buy earlier this week and hadn't gotten around to... Oh well, at least Kiska will be well fed.

And at least I will be getting some sleep. I actually sometimes find that I weirdly enjoy getting sick when I've been really busy and running myself ragged, because it forces me to take a break, and gives me a sound reason for doing so so that I don't feel like a slacker. So in a strange sort of way sickness = luxury. It's kind of like an unexpected vacation, but with much lower energy levels, and more coughing.

Catching up

Sep. 4th, 2008 11:50 pm
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Overdue for an update, so I'll try and keep this -- well, maybe not brief as such, but at least a list of things each one of which is brief. Or something like that.
  1. My trip up north was surprisingly un-traumatic. Aidan slept through almost the entire car ride -- clearly, the night-driving approach was a good one. And [livejournal.com profile] kettunainen and I got along pretty well for the most part. She and [livejournal.com profile] optimystik retrieved the kayaks, and then left the next night, and I stayed through until Monday to have some more time with my parents and away from the city, both of which are important to me. I've really, really missed being up north -- it had been two years!

  2. I am also going to miss the kayaks. My one regret about this weekend was that I didn't have the chance to have one last kayak outing before they went away. I had discovered on the trip we initially took them up north on, a few years back, that I love kayaking. But I know there are places where kayaks can be rented, even in the city. Someone mentioned one on the Humber River a while back. I think I need to do that -- anyone else interested?

  3. Big surprise when I got back -- my apartment was almost unrecognizable! Well, that may be a bit of an exaggeration, but it had been considerably tidied and organized by [livejournal.com profile] the_moogie, who as far as I knw had only been going to stop by Saturday morning to walk Kiska and feed all the animals, since [livejournal.com profile] forestweaver would be house-sitting the rest of the time. But apparently she got inspired while she was there, and an inspired Virgo can be a frightening thing. She even started in on staining the wooden shelves I had gotten from [livejournal.com profile] nocturnalia et al. I am in awe. Also, very grateful.

  4. Bike stuff )

  5. On the greatness of farmer's markets )

  6. Die mosquitoes die, or, the necessity of a flock of trained bats )

  7. One more thing everyone should check out if they haven't already: [livejournal.com profile] thrifthorror Really, where else are you going to read comments like "Nauseous bondage ghost for the win!"? I don't think any other community on LJ has ever made me both laugh out loud and recoil in terror quite as often as that one.

  8. I am sure there are more things I was intending to write here, but I can't remember them now. Possibly this means I should go to bed soon.
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Tonight, [livejournal.com profile] the_moogie and [livejournal.com profile] mr_pugh, with the assistance of my stepmother's car, helped me finally pick up the wooden shelves [livejournal.com profile] northbard and [livejournal.com profile] tormenta had been hanging onto for me since [livejournal.com profile] nocturnalia & [livejournal.com profile] valgarth's move, and also a brand new NORESUND BED FRAME (AT LAST!!!)

Moogie had picked it up at Ikea when she was there getting other stuff, because it was on clearance sale prior to being discontinued(!), and offered it to me as barter for web work, which was fine by me. How Ikea could even contemplate discontinuing that most lovely bed frame, I do not now. It has spirals.

Getting everything stowed in the car was an adventure, especially the bed frame. The box it came in was too big to fit even into my stepmother's rather large car (I find it highly ironic that she has an SUV and my father is a devoted Green Party member), so we ended up having to open the box and try to fit the pieces in one by one, which initially seemed like not such a good idea when (a) one of them was almost the exact same size as the box, and (b) the little bag containing all the fiddly bits of hardware burst, scattering them all over the street.

Did I mention this was in Chinatown, on a Saturday? Very, very busy street, packed with people and cars and stuff and a homeless guy very persistently trying to help us, presumably in exchange for money. We politely declined his help, several times over, so he settled for being a backseat driver, standing back and telling us everything we were doing wrong and how we could be doing it better. The annoying part was that he was generally right. Still, we eventually got it all in, and I discovered that Moogie has a sluagh-like ability to squeeze herself into impossibly small spaces. It was very impressive -- I am almost certain her bones had to rearrange themselves.

Once here, they set up the bed frame while I mostly got in the way and/or apologized. I did try to help at one point but promptly made everything worse, so I decided that perhaps I would be better off in the kitchen making snacks for everyone. Normally I do like to consider myself moderately competent at putting stuff together, but I have my limits, and it seems like about half of what I attempt to do putting-stuff-together-wise exceeds them. Thus the "moderately competent" part.

Anyway, they did an excellent job, despite Kiska giving them baleful looks that were somewhere between "Stuff is moving around -- this means you're going to move away and give me to the pound like my first family did, right? Right?! My life is woe." and "Oh dear, strange things are happening to the bed, and the last time that happened, it ended up too tall for me to jump up onto. My life is woe." Kiska is good at woe.

But since I am not using a box spring, the bed is in fact not terribly high, and Kiska is at this very moment curled up on it, having apparently adjusted herself to the change. I look forward to joining her in the near future.

The shelves are for the time being stacked under the bed (Newly available storage space! Yay!), until I get the places they are going to go clear, and stain them to match my other shelves. I'm pretty sure I have a litre of that water-based burgundy wood stain that adorns virtually every wooden thing in my apartment left...

Anyway, MANY thanks to Moogie and Mr. Pugh for all their help, to Northbard and Tormenta for keeping the shelves at their place until I could arrange transport, and to Nocturnalia and Valgarth for donating the shelves in the first place. You all rock, and thanks to you my new(-ish) place is inching its way toward perfection.

. . .

Now, onto the second promised item. For the most part I am pretty tired of online quizzes and stuff, but every now and then I come across one that's actually interesting. This one, found chez [livejournal.com profile] kettunainen definitely fit the bill. It was an intriguing concept, and the results I got (and her results also) were kind of scarily accurate.

But I'm still putting it behind a cut, for those of you who hate all quizzes equally )
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I can has 36 hour day plz?

Or just stop time for a week or so while I get caught up. That would do it too...

Maybe more like a month.

Baby!

Mar. 24th, 2008 01:28 pm
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Congratulations, [livejournal.com profile] tamago23!

And welcome to the world, Connor...
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Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] tamago23!



Meant to post this yesterday, I swear...

Sick cat

Jul. 12th, 2006 02:17 pm
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For those of you who know [livejournal.com profile] sgeimh_solais, you'll know that she recently lost one of her two eldest cats, Sumalee, to lymphatic cancer. Now, the other one, Randy (Sumalee's cousin and close companion) is sick too, and is in the animal hospital. They don't yet know whether it's the same thing Sumalee had or something completely different.

Needless to say, she is devastated - her cats are like family to her and these are the two that she's had the longest and she is very deeply attached to them. She says she doesn't know if she can handle losing both of them... But we don't know yet how serious Randy's condition is. It could be he'll pull through, but there's no way of knowing.

If any friends of hers who are local or in phone contact are reading this, she could really use some support right now. And she has no Internet connection at home any more since her laptop died, so e-mail and LJ messages will take a while to reach her -- she can only access them at the university. Phoning or visiting is best.
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  1. Thank you to everyone for your messages of support and sympathy regarding Bastian's passing. I think we are starting to come to terms with it -- we miss him, but he had a good long life, and I think right now we're just glad he's not suffering any more.

    I keep having this recurring image of him yowling at the gates to the Otherworld as if to say "All right, I'm here! I said, I'm here! Open up! Now! I'm here! I'm here!" And then, once admitted, "About time! All right, where's the food?" (This will all make sense to any of you have ever met Bastian...)

  2. Thank you to [livejournal.com profile] darkarts777 and [livejournal.com profile] cleasai for coming over last night. Chocolate, alcohol, and chocolate alchohol! And good company, and a silly movie. Exactly the sort of distraction I needed to recover from recent events.

  3. In other news, another gem from my dad, for those who enjoyed the most anticlimactic poly coming-out story ever:

    We were talking about setting up a blog on his web site, for him and his TAs to post announcements, readings, etc. for the students, and he said "Oh, and we don't want to allow commenting on the posts. (pause) I guess that means we're taking kind of a Stalinist approach to blogging: read this, and shut up!"

    Leave it to my dad to come up with the concept of Stalinist blogging...

  4. In other other news, Apparently Toronto has spawned the world's least impressive would-be terrorists.

    Text of article for those who don't want to register )
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Congratulations to [livejournal.com profile] nocturnalia and [livejournal.com profile] valgarth on their handfasting

And happy birthday to [livejournal.com profile] insolent_cherub!

In other news )
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Just realizing it's been over two weeks since I last posted anything, and longer than that since I last posted anything public. I think I generally post less when I'm happy with life. Which I mostly am, right now.

Part of that is just the nature of spring -- I think I must have a touch of SAD or something. I'm not necessarily depressed all through winter, but I do tend to be a little more angsty and introverted then. But when spring comes, it's like my serotonin levels skyrocket and everything seems right with the world. Little things like walking under a couple of flowering trees in front of Nikos's old apartment building on St. Clair and seeing the sidewalk strewn with pink petals, or seeing a professional dog walker walking a whole pack of various sorts of dogs on a huge multi-leash type of thing, fill me with intense delight.

And it's not even just that all seems right with the world -- all pretty much is right with the world right now, or at least the world chez Lynx. I am, overall, happier than I have been in a long time, I think. Here are a few reasons:

The Goodness )

And a pensive note... )
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  1. Moving in a little over a week. I'm afeared. Our apartment is starting to look very boxful. (Wow. Two nonexistent words in one line.) [livejournal.com profile] taikakettu is doing most of the planning, organizing and packing, while I am mostly concentrating on getting work done and thus making money.

  2. While the idea of moving traumatizes me, I am very excited about the new apartment, and especially about the prospect of having my own actual office. Office/studio, I should say. It will have room for not only my work stuff but a craft area for bookbinding and such, and possibly even my easel and (music) keyboard, neither of which have seen active service in over a decade. I predict this will have a very positive effect on my creativity. It's much easier to do things when you actually have space for it.

  3. Received an e-mail last night that made me cry -- in a good way. It was from an old friend, with whom I'd had a major falling-out several years ago. Not just a drifting-apart, nothing-in-common-any-more kind of friendship-ending, but something considerably more heated and bitter. While I think we both attempted to keep drama to a minimum, or at last not inflict too much of it on our friends (i.e. trying to avoid the dreaded "I'm not going to X event if you invite her!" syndrome, though probably not with total success), there were a lot of bad feelings, on both sides. More recently, there'd been a few tentative attempts at re-establishing friendly, or at least neutral, contact, but this e-mail was totally unexpected.

    It started with "Thank you for:" -- and then listed all kinds of things I'd done over the time we were friends that she had really valued and appreciated at the time. Things that not only had I thought she'd forgotten, but in many cases things that I'd forgotten -- or hadn't realized meant so much to her at the time. At the end she said that the reason she'd written it was that a good friend of hers had died unexpectedly and she had been thinking of all the things she had never said to him, and didn't want to make that same mistake with anyone else.

    I sat there reading with tears in my eyes, flooded with memories. And began to realize that sometimes, miracles do happen.

  4. Work continues to be very, very busy. There is so much I want to write that I don't have time for. Ideas flying around in my head that demand to be put on paper. And moving is not going to help on that front. Nor is the fact that I am closing in on the deadline I set myself for getting my work done for my 2nd degree. I am not going to have a whole lot of free time between now and the end of May, so please forgive me if you don't see too much of me during that time. I will try and put it in at least occasional social appearances though, online and in Real Life.

  5. For those of you that may have read about Chief Cecilia Fire Thunder of the Oglala Sioux nation and her efforts to create a Planned Parenthood clinic on the Pine Ridge Reservation in response to South Dakota's draconian new anti-abortion laws, if you were wondering how you might be able to help, go here: http://kathrynt.livejournal.com/366823.html

  6. At the moment I am downloading an eclectic combination of German neo-mediaeval metal, Indian bhangra, ethereal gothic neo-classical stuff, and what seems to be more or less Arabic lounge music. Not for the first time, it occurs to me that my musical tastes may be a little odd.

  7. Back to work now.
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OK, so back on New Year's Eve I reviewed my goats, er, goals from the previous year, along with progress of lack thereof on each one, and said I'd cull the herd and assemble this year's goats in part two. So that would be now. Some of these are carried over or adapted from last year, some are new.

So, behold the 33 goats of 2006! )

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