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Vociferous.
Apr. 11th, 2006 08:44 pmSo I had an odd gap between appointments today and instead of going home or sleeping on my table or whatever, I went grocery shopping, got a new checking account at a different bank (goodbye, Compass Bank!) and went to see V for Vendetta. Which was awesome. It made me laugh, it made me cry and stuff blew up real good. I haven't read the graphic novel but I'm definitely going to.
The movie got me thinking about revolutions and how they sometimes start small. And I started thinking about the Bright Blue Dot stickers. Just a little red sticker with a blue dot and the words "Another bright blue dot in a really red state," created to combat the hordes of W the President stickers that seem to be everywhere. If you're a blue dot in a red state, you can get one at the official website or you can comment here. I'm giving away four.
I've got another idea in mind, something to do for the fourth of July, but I want to ponder that one for a bit before I officially announce it.
And oh yeah, my trip home this weekend--it turns out that you really can't go home again. I went back to a town that doesn't feel like home, that doesn't have a stranglehold on me anymore. I always thought it had a huge influence on me but it felt like a stranger's city. I don't really feel like this town is my home, either, though. Maybe I'll just be a citizen of the world for a while.
The movie got me thinking about revolutions and how they sometimes start small. And I started thinking about the Bright Blue Dot stickers. Just a little red sticker with a blue dot and the words "Another bright blue dot in a really red state," created to combat the hordes of W the President stickers that seem to be everywhere. If you're a blue dot in a red state, you can get one at the official website or you can comment here. I'm giving away four.
I've got another idea in mind, something to do for the fourth of July, but I want to ponder that one for a bit before I officially announce it.
And oh yeah, my trip home this weekend--it turns out that you really can't go home again. I went back to a town that doesn't feel like home, that doesn't have a stranglehold on me anymore. I always thought it had a huge influence on me but it felt like a stranger's city. I don't really feel like this town is my home, either, though. Maybe I'll just be a citizen of the world for a while.
It had to happen sooner or later.
Apr. 3rd, 2006 08:38 am
I choose the circle.
EDIT: For the purposes of neatness, merging this info in from a later entry:
( Just to clarify... )
Your dreams are sweet and obsessed...
Jan. 30th, 2006 05:57 pmSo Friday around midnight, I was IMing with the man and having a snack. I went to put my dish in the sink and on my way back I tripped over a loose nail in the door frame I've been meaning to hammer down. And by "tripped," I mean I caught my foot on it.
( Cut for the squeamish )
She had the large bandages that I needed and after bandaging it, it wasn't so bad. I couldn't walk well on Saturday, which was annoying since I had a crapload of chores to do but I could do a little at a time. I got some of those nifty Band-Aid® Active-Flex bandages (product placement!!!) and I've been trying to avoid walking and I think it's a lot better.
Saturday I got my W-2 forms from work and after filing my return (my federal one, at least) and finding out that I'm getting back an airline ticket, I was feeling pretty chipper. Then, I got my W-2 forms from Embassy Suites, where I barely remember working. So I got to file an amended return this afternoon and I found out that I'm now getting back $65 less. How is it that I worked more and am getting less? Oh, Lord bless this country--bless it right in its stupid face.
Also Saturday I got my second BPAL order and...disappointment, woe. Specifically I got my bottle of Stardust and two free samples, one of Roadhouse (on my wishlist) and one of Black Rose. My reviews (as always, these are cross-posted to the BPAL.org forum, with occasional changes):
( Stardust )
( Black Rose )
( Roadhouse )
I bought Fire of Love from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cleolinda, which is one of the voodoo blends I want to try (and have just ordered), and of course, I'll share my thoughts on those when they get here.
I'm going to go eat and try running on my gimpy foot now. Later!
Oh, P.S.: Remember in chat when I said I wanted to use that phrase (about friction) some time this season? I did last night! :)
( Cut for the squeamish )
She had the large bandages that I needed and after bandaging it, it wasn't so bad. I couldn't walk well on Saturday, which was annoying since I had a crapload of chores to do but I could do a little at a time. I got some of those nifty Band-Aid® Active-Flex bandages (product placement!!!) and I've been trying to avoid walking and I think it's a lot better.
Saturday I got my W-2 forms from work and after filing my return (my federal one, at least) and finding out that I'm getting back an airline ticket, I was feeling pretty chipper. Then, I got my W-2 forms from Embassy Suites, where I barely remember working. So I got to file an amended return this afternoon and I found out that I'm now getting back $65 less. How is it that I worked more and am getting less? Oh, Lord bless this country--bless it right in its stupid face.
Also Saturday I got my second BPAL order and...disappointment, woe. Specifically I got my bottle of Stardust and two free samples, one of Roadhouse (on my wishlist) and one of Black Rose. My reviews (as always, these are cross-posted to the BPAL.org forum, with occasional changes):
( Stardust )
( Black Rose )
( Roadhouse )
I bought Fire of Love from
cleolinda, which is one of the voodoo blends I want to try (and have just ordered), and of course, I'll share my thoughts on those when they get here.I'm going to go eat and try running on my gimpy foot now. Later!
Oh, P.S.: Remember in chat when I said I wanted to use that phrase (about friction) some time this season? I did last night! :)
This "morning" (actually around 7PM but that's my morning):
Salome: Did I get any mail?
My grandmother: You got a card and a small box--it's in my room.
Salome: Woohoo!
G-Money: It's not that big a box.
Salome: Stop trying to slow my roll!
Translation: Eee! My BPAL order came today! For those of you who don't know, BPAL is the abbreviation for Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab and it's a company that long story short, makes perfume oil blends. Because there are approximately a billion scents, one may order samples (or in the Lab's language, "imps") from them and that's what I got today--my first order of samples, six in all.
When you order a set of six samples, the Lab usually throws in an extra imp. So that's why there are seven reviews here. NB: These reviews are based solely on how these scents react with my chemistry; your mileage, as expected, may vary.
Me and scent: I have a good instinct for what will work on me and what won't, so that may have influenced the fact that I pretty much liked every scent I ordered. In general, I like foody scents, some fruits, most white flowers, and boozy notes. I dislike scents I'd describe as cloying--plumeria, most roses, melon.
So yes, the rest of this entry is just perfume oil reviews...and some songs I thought went with the scents.
( Jailbait )
( Juke Joint )
( Hollywood Babylon )
( Hellcat )
( Snake Oil )
( Lolita )
( Salome )
Fin.
Happy belated birthday,titilayo!
Salome: Did I get any mail?
My grandmother: You got a card and a small box--it's in my room.
Salome: Woohoo!
G-Money: It's not that big a box.
Salome: Stop trying to slow my roll!
Translation: Eee! My BPAL order came today! For those of you who don't know, BPAL is the abbreviation for Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab and it's a company that long story short, makes perfume oil blends. Because there are approximately a billion scents, one may order samples (or in the Lab's language, "imps") from them and that's what I got today--my first order of samples, six in all.
When you order a set of six samples, the Lab usually throws in an extra imp. So that's why there are seven reviews here. NB: These reviews are based solely on how these scents react with my chemistry; your mileage, as expected, may vary.
Me and scent: I have a good instinct for what will work on me and what won't, so that may have influenced the fact that I pretty much liked every scent I ordered. In general, I like foody scents, some fruits, most white flowers, and boozy notes. I dislike scents I'd describe as cloying--plumeria, most roses, melon.
So yes, the rest of this entry is just perfume oil reviews...and some songs I thought went with the scents.
( Jailbait )
( Juke Joint )
( Hollywood Babylon )
( Hellcat )
( Snake Oil )
( Lolita )
( Salome )
Fin.
Happy belated birthday,
titilayo!
I got my click-n-ship notification from BPAL so I'll be receiving and will review Lolita, Jailbait, Juke Joint, Hollywood Babylon, Snake Oil and Salome within the next week!
And also, the fabulousalicetiara and I have started ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
styleatthetime, a fashion community where y'all can ask questions, post pictures, talk about clothes and style and such. I encourage you all to join. We welcome your comments, suggestions, and pretty layout ideas.
And also, the fabulous
alicetiara and I have started styleatthetime, a fashion community where y'all can ask questions, post pictures, talk about clothes and style and such. I encourage you all to join. We welcome your comments, suggestions, and pretty layout ideas.Letter from a Birmingham jail.
Jan. 16th, 2006 07:51 amApril 16, 1963
MY DEAR FELLOW CLERGYMEN:
While confined here in the Birmingham city jail, I came across your recent statement calling my present activities "unwise and untimely." Seldom do I pause to answer criticism of my work and ideas. If I sought to answer all the criticisms that cross my desk, my secretaries would have little time for anything other than such correspondence in the course of the day, and I would have no time for constructive work. But since I feel that you are men of genuine good will and that your criticisms are sincerely set forth, I want to try to answer your statements in what I hope will be patient and reasonable terms.
I think I should indicate why I am here In Birmingham, since you have been influenced by the view which argues against "outsiders coming in." I have the honor of serving as president of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, an organization operating in every southern state, with headquarters in Atlanta, Georgia. We have some eighty-five affiliated organizations across the South, and one of them is the Alabama Christian Movement for Human Rights. Frequently we share staff, educational and financial resources with our affiliates. Several months ago the affiliate here in Birmingham asked us to be on call to engage in a nonviolent direct-action program if such were deemed necessary. We readily consented, and when the hour came we lived up to our promise. So I, along with several members of my staff, am here because I was invited here I am here because I have organizational ties here.
But more basically, I am in Birmingham because injustice is here. Just as the prophets of the eighth century B.C. left their villages and carried their "thus saith the Lord" far beyond the boundaries of their home towns, and just as the Apostle Paul left his village of Tarsus and carried the gospel of Jesus Christ to the far corners of the Greco-Roman world, so am I. compelled to carry the gospel of freedom beyond my own home town. Like Paul, I must constantly respond to the Macedonian call for aid.
Moreover, I am cognizant of the interrelatedness of all communities and states. I cannot sit idly by in Atlanta and not be concerned about what happens in Birmingham. Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly. Never again can we afford to live with the narrow, provincial "outside agitator" idea. Anyone who lives inside the United States can never be considered an outsider anywhere within its bounds.
( Read more... )
Yours for the cause of Peace and Brotherhood,
MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.
MY DEAR FELLOW CLERGYMEN:
While confined here in the Birmingham city jail, I came across your recent statement calling my present activities "unwise and untimely." Seldom do I pause to answer criticism of my work and ideas. If I sought to answer all the criticisms that cross my desk, my secretaries would have little time for anything other than such correspondence in the course of the day, and I would have no time for constructive work. But since I feel that you are men of genuine good will and that your criticisms are sincerely set forth, I want to try to answer your statements in what I hope will be patient and reasonable terms.
I think I should indicate why I am here In Birmingham, since you have been influenced by the view which argues against "outsiders coming in." I have the honor of serving as president of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, an organization operating in every southern state, with headquarters in Atlanta, Georgia. We have some eighty-five affiliated organizations across the South, and one of them is the Alabama Christian Movement for Human Rights. Frequently we share staff, educational and financial resources with our affiliates. Several months ago the affiliate here in Birmingham asked us to be on call to engage in a nonviolent direct-action program if such were deemed necessary. We readily consented, and when the hour came we lived up to our promise. So I, along with several members of my staff, am here because I was invited here I am here because I have organizational ties here.
But more basically, I am in Birmingham because injustice is here. Just as the prophets of the eighth century B.C. left their villages and carried their "thus saith the Lord" far beyond the boundaries of their home towns, and just as the Apostle Paul left his village of Tarsus and carried the gospel of Jesus Christ to the far corners of the Greco-Roman world, so am I. compelled to carry the gospel of freedom beyond my own home town. Like Paul, I must constantly respond to the Macedonian call for aid.
Moreover, I am cognizant of the interrelatedness of all communities and states. I cannot sit idly by in Atlanta and not be concerned about what happens in Birmingham. Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly. Never again can we afford to live with the narrow, provincial "outside agitator" idea. Anyone who lives inside the United States can never be considered an outsider anywhere within its bounds.
( Read more... )
Yours for the cause of Peace and Brotherhood,
MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.
Symptom Recital.
Nov. 19th, 2005 04:45 amI do not like my state of mind;
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn's recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
I cannot take the gentlest joke.
I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I'm disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I'd be arrested.
I am not sick, I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore;
I do not like me any more.
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men....
I'm due to fall in love again.
dorothy parker
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn's recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
I cannot take the gentlest joke.
I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I'm disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I'd be arrested.
I am not sick, I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore;
I do not like me any more.
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men....
I'm due to fall in love again.
dorothy parker
And now, some more advice, courtesy of 1001 Tips for Teens. I hope you all appreciate these because I had to go out to my car to get the book and I'm watching The Town That Dreaded Sundown (and I just saw the trombone scene!).
( Click here to get switched-on! )
( Click here to get switched-on! )
Brain damage.
Oct. 14th, 2005 08:39 pmOkay, I can't listen to "good" music while I'm running. I try to concentrate on the running itself so music that does not engage my brain at all is best. What I'm saying is I need stupid music--the dumber the better. My current playlist is all Aqua and Black Eyed Peas and Chumbawumba and...what? I'm not proud.
So if y'all could recommend some music to me--with a beat, plz--I would really appreciate it.
So if y'all could recommend some music to me--with a beat, plz--I would really appreciate it.
Hey, who wants to be offended this morning? Here you go!
"The president believes the comments were not appropriate," White House press secretary Scott McClellan said.
Yeah, ya think?!
"The president believes the comments were not appropriate," White House press secretary Scott McClellan said.
Yeah, ya think?!
Hallelujah! It's Lostnesday!
Sep. 21st, 2005 07:33 pmInspired by a post in a community I'm in, does anyone know of any other covers of Cohen's "Hallelujah" besides the ones by Jeff Buckley, Rufus Wainwright, John Cale, and Bono? I'm kind of a collector.
"AIM service is temporarily unavailable." No, it's Lostnesday!
"AIM service is temporarily unavailable." No, it's Lostnesday!
In every single way.
Sep. 20th, 2005 09:55 pmThat cover of "Beautiful" by Elvis Costello on tonight's House was awesome! Pleasepleaseplease release it for the people. Um, specifically...me.
Also, hello boys at the Treehouse!
Also, hello boys at the Treehouse!
Take nothing for granted.
Sep. 11th, 2005 10:13 pmLast year on this day, I posted a verse from Bob Dylan's "Chimes of Freedom," which I couldn't get out of my head on September 11, 2001. This year, I was reading over the lyrics and it struck me how timely they are still. So here's the song itself, as done by Dylan and Joan Osbourne. Below are the lyrics to their version--it leaves out three verses that you can find here.
Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look
Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse
An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look
Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse
An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
George W. Bush hates midgets.
Sep. 9th, 2005 07:23 pm( Come and see... )
If you're in need of more warm fuzzy feelings, may I recommend the San Diego Zoo's Panda Cam?
If you're in need of more warm fuzzy feelings, may I recommend the San Diego Zoo's Panda Cam?
The Way It Is
Sep. 4th, 2005 07:36 pmJust to let everyone know, I made it to Philadelphia and Atlantic City okay and everything is good. I'm so happy to hear about razzberryberet and her family.
I will, of course, write full recaps but to sum up: The man is very handsome and generous and we've eaten our weight in cheese fries and pizza and milkshakes and all kinds of other bad road food. I kicked ass at skeeball and won lots of things. I've realized being here how horrendous the past week was (and still is for lots of people) and being able to be here surrounded by so many people that love me has been invaluable to me. Now I'm backstage at the House of Blues and I'm waiting for the show to start.
Tomorrow is my birthday and I have some wish ideas in mind but most of all, I hope that all of you who read this are safe and happy and know how much you mean to me.
Now let's go put on a rock show.
razzberryberet and her family. I will, of course, write full recaps but to sum up: The man is very handsome and generous and we've eaten our weight in cheese fries and pizza and milkshakes and all kinds of other bad road food. I kicked ass at skeeball and won lots of things. I've realized being here how horrendous the past week was (and still is for lots of people) and being able to be here surrounded by so many people that love me has been invaluable to me. Now I'm backstage at the House of Blues and I'm waiting for the show to start.
Tomorrow is my birthday and I have some wish ideas in mind but most of all, I hope that all of you who read this are safe and happy and know how much you mean to me.
Now let's go put on a rock show.
Salome, how has this work week been?
Salome: *falls down*
Oh, my goodness. We've had a steady stream of evacuees this week and I'm so exhausted. I don't fault the people at all, of course, but it's just so draining--physically and emotionally. In the first three hours alone at work yesterday, I made beds, helped with FEMA applications, retrieved a frog from a room, released a frog into the wild, and listened to people talk about their hometowns. This all on top of my regular duties.
I've tried to make it easier on them. The Birmingham News, who seem to have amped up to 144pt font, is not helping, with their headlines screaming things like "DEVASTATING LOSS." I've taken to laying out the newspapers face down. I turned the TV from the news to Sanford and Son and we watched that while we filled out the FEMA paperwork. We've talked about New Orleans and Hattiesburg and Gulfport and Harvey. We talked about jazz combos and drive-through daiquiri bars and debris po' boys at Mother's and everything else about that beautiful Crescent City, Queen of the Mississippi.
I bite my lip and don't dare get teary in front of them. They know how bad it is. So we fight off the misery. Things are catastrophic but they won't stay that way. Every second that passes brings us closer to better times. Am I naive? Perhaps. But I can't be a pessimist. For one thing, it just feels wrong for now. And really, it's just not in my nature.
And today, I'm finally off. I will spend today getting packed, as I will be leaving on a jet plane at *gulp* 6:57 AM tomorrow morning. In just two days, I'll be with the man and that'll be sweet. I'm so looking forward to seeing my friends.
I'm also less than two weeks away from taking the licensing exam and I'm terrified! But I think I'll do okay. Probably. Like they told us at school, we don't have to ace it, we just have to pass it.
Is anyone watching Starved? Is it as unfunny and uncomfortable as the endless ads make it seem?
I should get to work. Here's Arlo Guthrie's "City of New Orleans", by the way. Yeah, it's about a train but that's okay. I'm working on a playlist of songs about New Orleans but I probably won't be done with that until I get back next week. If you have any favorite songs about New Orleans, I'd love to hear them.
Salome: *falls down*
Oh, my goodness. We've had a steady stream of evacuees this week and I'm so exhausted. I don't fault the people at all, of course, but it's just so draining--physically and emotionally. In the first three hours alone at work yesterday, I made beds, helped with FEMA applications, retrieved a frog from a room, released a frog into the wild, and listened to people talk about their hometowns. This all on top of my regular duties.
I've tried to make it easier on them. The Birmingham News, who seem to have amped up to 144pt font, is not helping, with their headlines screaming things like "DEVASTATING LOSS." I've taken to laying out the newspapers face down. I turned the TV from the news to Sanford and Son and we watched that while we filled out the FEMA paperwork. We've talked about New Orleans and Hattiesburg and Gulfport and Harvey. We talked about jazz combos and drive-through daiquiri bars and debris po' boys at Mother's and everything else about that beautiful Crescent City, Queen of the Mississippi.
I bite my lip and don't dare get teary in front of them. They know how bad it is. So we fight off the misery. Things are catastrophic but they won't stay that way. Every second that passes brings us closer to better times. Am I naive? Perhaps. But I can't be a pessimist. For one thing, it just feels wrong for now. And really, it's just not in my nature.
And today, I'm finally off. I will spend today getting packed, as I will be leaving on a jet plane at *gulp* 6:57 AM tomorrow morning. In just two days, I'll be with the man and that'll be sweet. I'm so looking forward to seeing my friends.
I'm also less than two weeks away from taking the licensing exam and I'm terrified! But I think I'll do okay. Probably. Like they told us at school, we don't have to ace it, we just have to pass it.
Is anyone watching Starved? Is it as unfunny and uncomfortable as the endless ads make it seem?
I should get to work. Here's Arlo Guthrie's "City of New Orleans", by the way. Yeah, it's about a train but that's okay. I'm working on a playlist of songs about New Orleans but I probably won't be done with that until I get back next week. If you have any favorite songs about New Orleans, I'd love to hear them.
