| DWN5: Saturday, July 19 |
[17 May 2008|11:15pm] |
The place: oh, the usual
The theme: regenerations (as suggested by ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) blondibritecake's sister)
The stories:
• The extant regeneration clip from "The Tenth Planet" (1966; Hartnell->Troughton, Ben, Polly)
• "Bad Wolf" and "The Parting of the Ways" (2005; Eccleston->Tennant, Rose, Jack)
• "Planet of the Spiders" (1974; Pertwee->Tom Baker, Sarah Jane, UNIT)
• "Logopolis" (1981; Tom Baker->Davison, Adric, Nyssa, Tegan)
• "The Caves of Androzani" (1984; Davison->Colin Baker, Peri)
RSVP please
Reminders will be sent out closer to the day of doom.
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| Saturday Night |
[17 May 2008|10:47pm] |
I have "Audio Visions" on XM right now. Audio Visions is a channel that, according to its website is: "new age, Ambient, Electronic, Organic, Meditation" featuring "Enya, Brian Eno, Tangerine Dream, Kevin Braheny..." It is mostly instrumental music which makes me think of when I'd visit Jeff's parent's place up in the woods of Mill Valley, CA. I think of wet dirt trails and evergreens, streams and rolling pebbles, clacking up against each other gently.
I've been thinking about my conversation today with the artist we had in. The contrast is remarkable. The contrast to most I interact with. It is amazing the bond that occurs over gossip. Over a mutual disregard, distaste and irritation. It is such a common conversation topic that tends to build up laughter and agreement. It is a comfortable one born of high school in grounds and rockin' parties.
Then I think of how often I've just had a really good conversation. A conversation that segued from topic to topic with ease, with focus and with listening. There aren't many. Oh, sure, there are moments. Many of them came from the drunken, leaned over the bar, intense interactions where 'truth' seemed to ease itself out and the room blurred behind the focus one has on another's eyes. That is a different sort of present. That is a present that is hard to duplicate even with the conversation that would follow it in a sober state to extrapolate on the bond or excuse inappropriate/questionable behaviour. Perhaps those are zen seeking moments in themselves. Attempting to live in the present. A present that won't matter tomorrow.
I have been given something to think about. I have been shown a way that one can be. Being like that doesn't make you weak, harmful, boring, irrelevant, untalented, pointless, unpopular or stupid.
You can be a "nice" guy or a "good" guy and not have that sense that you are going to be stepped all over. You do have a word in the way you live your life.
I was planning to go out tonight. A friend was playing a show. Yet here I sit. I'm perfectly content right now with a slight strain in the back of my neck and a weird buzz in my brow.
I just took a bath, with a bathbomb and some candles and the Tao of Pooh. I began reading it aloud in the candlelight. Rediscovering the various character intonations i've slacked on practicing. My mews would come to the edge of the tub and climb up with their front paws and sniff at me, posed there as if listening for a few moments then scamper off only to return a few minutes later. I read two chapters aloud then rinsed and removed myself from the tub. Now it is tea time with Chamomille & Lavender flavouring. I suppose I am staying in tonight. I swept some Sage and now I'm laid back with my feet up on the coffee table.
Be here now.
Be here now.
Be here now.
I had read a passage last night about Soul Mates and how often they are entirely misinterpretted as some great, grand, perpetually physical love mate. That is certainly not the case if you take the words of this author with faith. A soul mate is someone from whom you are transformed after you meet. This meeting could be a happenstance conversation on a city street or a chatter while in line at the cafe. They could simply pause with you or they could become a friend for many years on end. The point is that they are not your lover... they are your catalyst.
I met another catalyst today. I am very thankful for it. Like I said above, I have alot to think about.
It isn't that I'm wrong. Its that i'm not entirely right. It isn't that you can help me. Its that I need to find the elements in myself that I must discard, revive and grow.
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| T minus three days! |
[17 May 2008|09:54pm] |
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I'm busy this weekend with things that need to be done before we leave for Seattle on Tuesday. I need to clean the house, pay bills, get Inigo ready for the kennel, clip the girls' nails, and so forth.
I'll have some time to read school unrelated books, so I picked up Physics of the Impossible by Michio Kaku and The Golden Compass. I didn't see the movie because it got mixed reviews. But I heard Phillip Pullman interviewed on Freethought Radio a couple months back and I liked what he had to say about children and curiosity.
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| Shannon Wheeler strikes again |
[17 May 2008|09:51pm] |
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| made it (barely) |
[17 May 2008|08:33pm] |
i'm in NM...my van ran perfectly up until about 30 minutes from my final destination. so i left it for the weekend and am going to take it to a shop on monday...since i cant really live without a car here, and my car is still in SF.
this move has been long and stressful. i'm glad its over. now onto house hunting.
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| push push round the bush |
[17 May 2008|10:23pm] |
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Made the decision to get a little greener in our lives, and bought a push reel mower. I was sick and tired of dealing with engines and stuff I know nothing about, trying to help relatives with the same thing, kicking up tons of our sandy soil all over me every time, resulting in caked legs, black shoes and nice lovely black nose-blowing afterwards!!!! Not to mention $4 gas for the can. So I said F it basically, and went n got a 20" push mower at Lowes - turns out it's one of the easiest things I could do...I was thinking "old farm" and tons of desperate pushing to get the thing to go.....nothing like that at all, it must have a ton o'gears in the thing because the 5 blades on it spin at probably a few hundred RPMs at just a regular walking pace! And it slices the grass blades cleanly, unlike the rotary mower blades that bash em around - my grass needs all the help it can get....And the push mower doesn't get really tall grass or weeds, but I figger it cuts what should be cut, and anything left over I don't want in my lawn anyway, so it helps me identify what to pluck. Plus I suppose I could mow in the middle of the night with night-vision goggles, since it's really quiet! (uh, no.)
So between that and our new goal of inoculating the soil in our yard by spraying compost tea on the yard each week, we're really trying to whip the soil into shape so the grass'll grow better, choking out the weeds naturally, and making everything basically healthier without dumping a shitload of chemicals in the ground. And the cool thing is that the guy giving us all these ideas, who owns the organic/hydroponic gardening place in Wilmington where we go for our gardening stuff, and whose intro to composting class we took last week, is Ben Folds' cousin!!!! like WHOA! Looks like him and everything....what a trip - I've spoken with him a bit but not yet done the obvious asking, at the risk of pissing him off, who knows if they got along or not.... :-)
Green is good - little changes or steps can go a long way.
And congrats to Alchav on making the Dr Demento Show this weekend with The Last Cup of Coffee.
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| If it isn't one thing... |
[17 May 2008|09:05pm] |
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... it's fucking plumbing.
I'm busting all over to get ready to head to Chicago because I've gotta fuckin' work on Sunday and I don't feel like leaving early enough to get there by 08:00, plus it's ShibariCon next week, and I'm putting a last few cleanings on the kitchen—I like the kitchen clean when I come home finally—so I ran the garbage disposal. WTF, why is all this water running out of the cabinet. The crusty old gasket had finally given way and the disposal was now 1" below the bottom of the skink, supported by the waste drain.
Mop floor (again, don't ask me about the nigh-famous Great Mothers' Day Flood of 2008), drive to Home Despot, get a new gasket, drive home, install gasket, put everything back away again. Elapsed time? About an hour. Still, what a giant pain in my ass. I have better things to do, like pack! And drive! Bah.
Tomorrow: replacement of PDUs, Perforce upgrades, KVM drawer installation, moving a bunch of systems from unswitched PDUs to (often new) switched PDUs, followed by non-work-related woodworking and grilling of foods at Chéz Chew.
At least I got to spend most of the day with the kids.
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[17 May 2008|06:46pm] |
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I finally got to see 30Days-30 Nights. I must say this must be one of the best vampire movies I seen in recent years. It was original and it was unexpectedly bloody. What I enjoyed most about it the film moved away from the typical vampire cliches seen in so many movies and revamped(no pun there) the idea of what vampires are.
These vampires were no the stereotypical elegant creatures, these were blood thristy monsters who enjoyed killing. They didn't talk and had no remorse. What I found interesting, these vampires travled in groups, kinda like zombies.
In the film, the story takes place in a remote town in Alaska. One night a stranger walks into town warning everyone "they are coming." Soon enough the town is attacked and the entire population is slaugthered. The vampires have an advantage, a intense snowstorm blocks out the sun for a whole month, allowing them to walk at night constantly.
There were moments I fogot these things were even vampires. I kept thinking they were zombies. Just they way how they acted and moved. After seeing this movie I now want to read the comicbook that the story was based on.
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| Only makes sense if you read Terry Pratchett... |
[17 May 2008|09:09pm] |
So, I read the Discworld series by Terry Pratchett, and one of my favorite group of characters are the Igors. Well, I stumbled across this movie trailer...
http://movies.apple.com/movies/weinstein/igor/igor-tlr1_h.640.mov
And, it reminded me of the storyline of how there came to be an Igor in the Ankh-Morpork City Watch.
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[17 May 2008|05:56pm] |
/// TONIGHT! TONIGHT!! TONIGHT!!! \\\
Tonight (Saturday) at The Mercury, Seraphim and the other Prototype DJs (Turbolars & Cabana-bot)
invade MACHINERIES OF JOY!
Come support Seattle's industrial scene and dance your asses off! We'll see you tonight!
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[17 May 2008|05:37pm] |
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i bought a dildo! Ha! Btw, this trip has confirmed that i *must* move here!
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[17 May 2008|05:37pm] |
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Just when i thought things were better tyler dumps me and kicks me out of our hotel. My moms advice was 2 treat myself 2 something nice like a massage...
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[17 May 2008|06:18pm] |
I didn't know whether to put todays cam pic under "dreads" or "pierced"
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supercolorlicious!
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