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six years, seven months, six months and more

Nov. 4th, 2009 | 01:46 am
location: at home
mood: thankful thankful
music: I love the bones of you - elbow

Wandering through pictures new and old in Jhayne's recently updated photostream I ran across this one and was moved to add a comment for this photo that struck me as a sort of median temporal marker.
"Jhayne Victorious redux":
Jhayne Victorious redux
May 3rd, 2009


My comment:
I had actually titled the photo "Jhayne Triumphant":
Jhayne Triumphant
September 13th, 2008


That original photo was taken the day after the evening that I met you six years later again. And this redux was taken seven and a half months after that on the first Sunday of the first Month of Sunday's of our six months together and counting.

xox
-T

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Sharing some music of the world I have found over the years

Oct. 7th, 2009 | 01:55 pm
location: at work
mood: hopeful hopeful
music: brrlak! - zap mama

A world music playlist I threw together after a friend sent me a link to Grooveshark.com.
(From facebook click on "View Original Post" to see the playlist embedded properly)

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my most vexing bêtes were shadows within

Jul. 17th, 2009 | 06:19 pm
location: moving in the space between. Anything but still. In motion,
mood: rejuvenated rejuvenated
music: ribcage - elbow

I will take my tipping point now.

I have let shadowy moods, out of character for my light spirit, hold me back for too many months. I have not been merely a body... I have been some sort of grotesque road kill of myself. I have been paralyzed in a false Guantanamo room, failing to notice and accept my intensely valuable freedom to stand up and shine with my true potential. I have been perversely saddened by disappearing woes in my life and destructively worried about how my manifest and wondrous new joys might possibly be either too fleeting or too constrained, fighting tooth and nail against my own clear and present happiness.

Enough. I am filled with gravity and my world can tip when I choose.

I so choose.

My freedom is real and present. I will explore and expand it's extent. Starting now.

My potential is my own, full and wondrous and waiting for me to bring my intention. I will *make* with it whatever I choose. Starting now.

My shadow woes are disappearing, nearly disappeared, transmuted into recovery and beyond sufficiently mourned. My joys are present and *now*, aching to be savoured without apprehension. I will savour my now.

It will start.

Now.

*tip*

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anstonishing events unfolding - #iranelection

Jun. 16th, 2009 | 01:48 pm
location: somewhere far safer than many people
mood: anstonished

A collection of some dizzying information on the protests in iran from [info]porphyre.

UPDATE 3:45 PM
I felt compelled by my ignorance to dig deeper regarding the present #iranelection events into the past and possible future of the issues.

Source: www.newyorker.com

I found the above interesting article with some high level analysis of what is going on now and might happen next. I found it while working on my background education linked from Andrew Sullivan here http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/ (It took ages to load but was well worth the read when it did).

I also am mostly finished reading this for some encyclopedic coverage:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iranian_presidential_election,_2009

I was a bit confused, especially about the section on seemingly independent opinion polls that might support the election result as genuine, but the direct reports and photos and other evidence of popular unrest is obvious and the analysis of the consistency of the results and many other facts is compelling.

I hope that in this revolution there is some positive resolution for the people.

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poison fears that never washed away with the tide

May. 22nd, 2009 | 02:53 pm
location: what was once our home, separating belongings
mood: determined determined
music: elbow - the bones of you

More proof today that I must continue my quest to augment my philosophies of life with more useful tools. My viscera have long sung the mantra that "what is of all things most yielding can overcome that which is most hard." I've clung to it, and its rewards throughout my years, echoing so perfectly my deep and innate desire to be fluid and easy with the world. Unneeded worry and fruitless conflict avoided over and over... or such has been my opinion and my instinct in the past. Now I can watch my instinct to yield often turn poisonous, based on fear, not flexibility, and become a futile and endless defensive gesture. An ostrich strategy that fills my ears with sand and hides me from the sun. And endless, slow dance of warped and twisted emotional aikido that hurts those I love (far from the more true and healthy art).

More and more this year I have been resolved to find new uses for my personal courage. Step back from the courage that it takes to bend, the courage to surrender, the courage to endure and thrive under pressure. These I have exercised over and over. But now I am aiming at the courage it takes to step up and meet someone face to face, come to the table and roll up the sleeves and do the work together. To courage to expose my own vulnerable self to the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. The courage to say no and to understand that not all conflict is fruitless. To pull my ribs apart and find the truths in me and bring them to meet the truths in her. And in that courageous meeting find the breathing strength to stay present in my body and heart. Almost always the way out is through and the distance far smaller to travel than my frightened imaginings.

At my core I have long feared that flexing my heart muscles might hurt someone. A philosopher once said that if nobody moves then nobody gets hurt. I would imagine my slightest breath blowing away a universe of butterflies. Like my own true voice of my our true needs and feelings could shatter the glass of those I love. I even know the reasons for this. They are buried just beneath the surface of my history, in words I drew in the sand and watched the tide wash away.

Whatever the reason, it has to change. More and more I am realizing that I cannot nourish my soul and the souls of those I love with some harmless green burning. I have started to risk the dangers in that "revolutionary" act of finding and using my own true voice. Each time the rewards have far outweighed the costs.

I need new inspiring words for this path I'm walking. Will you share your favourite words about courage in a comment?

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"Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love."
- Ranier Maria Rilke

"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."
- Anais Nin

"So there's no simple explanation
for anything important any of us do
and yeah the human tragedy
consists in the necessity
of living with the consequences
under pressure, under pressure.
Courage, my word, it didn't come, it doesn't matter,
Courage, it couldn't come at a worse time. "
- The Tragically Hip

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I've I made am up of my two mind minds

Jan. 27th, 2009 | 09:17 pm
location: a little bit behind
mood: confused confused
music: twice - little dragon

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What the hell?
This entry is backdated to 2009-01-27 (link to entry).

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52 Weeks of 365 Days: Week 3 - Horizons/Boxes - Kings of infinite space bounded in a nutshell

Jan. 22nd, 2009 | 01:52 pm
location: dervishing on a yin yang
mood: dualistic
music: exactly - amy steinberg

52 Weeks of 365 Days: Week 3 photos and words )

That first day of reachable horizons and hope was and born from some good progress and conversation and understanding between Amber and I after we finally got to our first session together with our counselor. The second day, bounded in boxes, was borne on a wave of loneliness due when Amber packed stuff in boxes and moved it to her new place. Highs and lows this week.

I have found many songs began to drape their newly coloured meanings over me like a warm but burdensome cloak. The Radio 8 Ball pop oracle responded to my question about persevering or letting go with Gillian Welch's Good til Now, and Lyle Lovett's She's Already Made up Her Mind sounds different now, and Aimee Mann's Wise Up.

I've also found that any self indulgent musical moping I end up in can be wiped away by a beautiful, hippie beat poem that my friend posted a while ago that I've been listening too happily and often for the past month or two (thanks Karlita). It is more the sound and mood of it that seems to be perfect for me.

I am exactly where I need to be and that I need to be exactly where I am.

It just lifts my heart.

This entry is backdated to 2009-01-22 (link to entry).

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52 Weeks of 365 Days: Week 2 - Ain't we a pair... of clowns?

Jan. 15th, 2009 | 09:11 pm
location: a happy phantom, alone on the opera stage
mood: quixotic quixotic
music: send in the clowns - desirée (played by Anthony Jackson)

52 Weeks of 365 Days: Week 2 photos and words )

The words from the clown photo at the end of the week... everything I said there is true, and I will always find space for happiness. But I also snuck in that link to the lyrics for Send in the Clowns to intentially undercut the levity for me with a song about a mismatch of what two lovers want from and for each other.

Still, life is filled with little joys. Time is getting closer when atrocities will be forgiven and when we will all feel we've paid enough for who we've been. And while I live today I'll be the Happy Phantom, running naked and unmasked through strawberry fields in the rain and wearin' my naughties like a jewel.


This entry is backdated to 2009-01-15 (link to entry).

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52 Weeks of 365 Days: Week 1 - Affix on now and future magic

Jan. 8th, 2009 | 11:00 pm
location: the bold ship bound for Alpha Centauri
mood: lonely lonely
music: we must believe in magic - crystal gayle

This whole year might feel a bit for me like going down the rabbit hole

One or two friends of mine have participated in the 365 Days project over the years and they have shown me some of the really fantastic photographic work that can be done in this chronicle format, and the aesthetic and poetic power of a quotation, a short journal or even just a title each day. I have never been much of a technical or artistic photographer, nor that capable at writing a journal, but this year is shaping up to be one with some profound changes in it... and I thought this project might help remind me to capture the changes of these strange days.

"May you live in interesting times" - A purported Chinese curse

365 2009-01-01: Now to the future - Avert, Affix, Afar )
365 2009-01-02: Studying for an important test... a test of many things )
365 2009-01-03: 1 standard Quentin Thermal Unit (QTU) )
365 2009-01-04: More snow for Seattle )
365 2009-01-05: Back to writing code... )
365 2009-01-06: Some days have a cold wet frown drawn on them )
365 2009-01-07: Magic Time? Not her fault, maybe mine, I was late, she wasn't there )

52 Weeks - 365 Days 2009-01-08: Week 1 - Affix on now and future magic

And at the end of this first week of this project, just hours after writing the note for 2009-01-07, it seems that I have discovered that there is reason for me to believe in magic. Even if it seems that my home is shaking apart... fire damage from the hurts exchanged, wind damage from thoughtless words, water damage from drowning in my silences and our mutual isolation... still the earth beneath our feet is solid. When we spoke last night I found out that my best and closest friend of 4 years misses me... and she discovered that I miss her deeply too... so very much. And if the damages weathered have left our home uninhabitable then at least these two friends can still, from time to time, stand on that solid earth together and sing at least that much of love... and over time, with great care and great patience...

rebuild something new and different



Mad is the captain of Alpha Centauri.
We must be out of our minds.
Though we are shipmates bound for tomorrow
Everyone here's flying blind.

Oh, we must believe in magic.
We must believe in the guiding hand.
If you believe in magic
You'll have the universe at your command.

Mad is the crew bound for Alpha Centauri
Dreamers and poets and clowns.
Bold is the ship bound for Alpha Centauri.
Nothing can turn it around.
[Link to my interpretation of believing in magic...]

This entry is backdated to 2009-01-08 when I wrote the content but did not have time to post it (link to entry).

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artpost: what is the shibboleth for art?

Jan. 8th, 2009 | 04:49 pm
location: Tate Modern in March 2007
mood: contemplative contemplative
music: we must believe in magic - crystal gayle


(Click for full size image)

View of "Shibboleth", a crack in the floor of the Turbine Hall in Tate Modern in London.
shib·bo·leth  
n.  
  1. A word or pronunciation that distinguishes people of one group or class from those of another.
    1. A word or phrase identified with a particular group or cause; a catchword.
    2. A commonplace saying or idea.
  2. A custom or practice that betrays one as an outsider.
Let's talk about art. What do you think? )

So tell me, dear reader, what do you think of these pieces or other controversial pieces you've encountered?


(link to LJ entry)

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Seattle Santarchy 2008 - 128 pics and 22 videos up on Flickr

Dec. 30th, 2008 | 12:14 am
location: Seattle streets and bars and libraries
mood: amused amused
music: Sweet Caroline - Niel Diamond

Seattle Santarchy 2008 Sweet Caroline - img_4195 video

Santarchy was a hell of a lot of fun. I posted a set of all my Seattle Santarchy 2008 pictures (128) and videos(22).

Soon I'll transfer some of the better pics and videos over to facebook to get them all tagged. (comment on any photo or video you want to be sure I move over there)

Page by page detail view of the set

Links:
http://twitter.com/santarchy
http://www.santarchy.com/
http://trisantacon.com/

original LiveJournal entry

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Trip report: A snowy walk in Seattle's winter wonderland yesterday

Dec. 19th, 2008 | 12:53 pm
location: Myrtle Edwards park and the waterfront of seattle
music: Gillian Welch - Good Til Now

Snowattle Winter Wonderland Walk (Flickr Set)

I was just in time for the gorgeous sunset on the snowy shoreline of the waterfront and Myrtle Edwards park.
IMG_4006 a lovely sunset.IMG_4029 the snowy shoreline.


Behind the cut is a slide show of a few more snowy pictures from my walk or you can click above to get to Flickr full size pictures with my plain little walking commentaries in the descriptions. Makes me a bit nostalgic for Ottawa winters.

Snowy slideshow )

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Left fallow for a while again

Nov. 5th, 2008 | 12:16 pm
location: at work
mood: awake awake
music: My newly created world music Pandora radio station

Real World Recording Artists Pandora Internet Radio Station

I still plan to write some more frequent substantive entries here (while perhaps managing to make then a mite shorter and less aimlessly meandering).

In the meantime, here is a classic meme that turned out too well not to share:
* Grab the nearest book.
* Open the book to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
Nearest book on my shelf here 'Journey Through Genius: The Great Theorems of Mathematics.'

"I have traversed this bottomless night, which extinguished all light and joy in my life...I entreat you, leave the science of parallels alone."


A rather poetic quote from Wolfgang Bolyai to his son Johann which is a warning, from father to son and from one mathematician to another, that more or less means "Beware the parallel postulate, my son, the jaws that bite, the claws that catch!" :-T

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Sand, meat and other wandering ephemera

Sep. 20th, 2008 | 02:48 am

One of the most "me" things about me that I'm aware of is my irrepressible memetic connection machine. In response to any random experience I find myself instantly bubbling with memes or memories that resonate with the situation for some esoteric reason. I'm always at least half listening for the random, far off flapping butterflies in my brain that respond to the tornado of stimulus in a given moment. Just minutes ago, while pondering what traffic would be like driving out of town tomorrow, a split second of sped up video of pulsing, arterial traffic from Kohyanasquatsi flickered immediately into the chorus of "Blood Makes Noise" by Suzanne Vega. I like how it all slides and bubbles and connects. It's tickly good fun... for me that is. Others could easily tire of yet another tenuously connected recollection spilling from my overused mouth yet again. But that is me and me is that. So there. And also here...

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Sand

Yesterday's line in the sand reminded me of something I thought I'd share (which ought not be any real surprise). Long ago... when was 1996 anyway? 12 years ago? Something like that. I was, at that time, learning a number of lovely things from a very quirky girl with whom I had happened to fall in love. She thought that "big words suck" and she liked to walk on "high things" and pointy rocks didn't bother her and wordlessness was special. In the end it ended, which was certainly for the best, but before it did we were on a beach in Trenton, Ontario, I believe, and she came up with a turn of phrase that stuck with me. If I were inclined right now to rediscover which box contains the carefully wrapped flower pot filled with individual river stones, each with a single poignant word hand written on them in gold, then I could read verbatim the first part of it written around the rim. Instead I have only my potentially revisionist memory. It was something like:

"We wrote our books of love in the sand,
and then we smiled as the tide washed them away."

The words were literally written on that beach and they literally washed away in the lapping waves. To me it is a kind of paean to the beauty of allowing the ephemeral to have its release. To allow the moment to be instant and eternal in its way, and yet to pass in its time. Not to cling to the evidence of an experience but instead to allow its effect wash into, though and back out of you.

Suddenly Kinnie Starr has surfaced in my memory and leaped to my poetic rescue: "...past the intellect to the belly where it gets / caught like a grain of sand that slides with the tide not / caught like a panther in the zoo nowhere to hide."

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Meat

Yesterday the web randomly reaquainted me with this amusing tidbit I read years ago:
They're Made of Meat! "Do you have any idea what's the life span of meat?"

This brought me instantly back to profound words from my favourite pair of philosophers:
Calvin: You know, everything I am... my unique spirit and personality... everything that makes me Me is dependent on the proper functioning of this complex, fragile and miraculous chunk of meat that is my body.

We are all, in some sense, ephemeral. I am meat! Hear me roar!

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I always find an infinitesimal thrill of surprise watching and inhaling and tasting as the sundry unexpected ingredients that have made, molded or moved me bubble to the surface of my soupy psyche.

In the end I hope that I am a reasonably palatable and nourishing meal for those that choose to love me (bless 'em).

Bon apetit, mes amis.

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Rennovations due to resonations - on being a sort of line in my sand

Sep. 18th, 2008 | 05:32 pm
location: Here in my head
mood: awake awake
music: freedom - tegan and sara

I've never been inclined to journal well, nor even to write much at all. My past erratic smattering of flotsam and jetsam in this space is an example of how that generally goes for me.

I've decided to draw a little line in the sand here ... *picks up small piece of driftwood, places one end in the soft dirt, drags for a short but metaphorically relevant distance creating a small furrow of demarcation*

From here forward I think I'm going to try some things with words on a more regular basis. I expect I will be prone to rambling aimlessly at length, never having been a master of the laconic, despite my profound appreciation for compaction. Until I feel otherwise inspired or confident in my own voice I will start with seeds from other voices.

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http://tinyurl.com/FreedomIsSomethingYouAssume

"Freedom is something you assume and you wait for someone to try to take it away from you.
The degree to which you resist is the degree to which you are free."

- Utah Phillips quoting an old organizer named Campbell

Less than a month ago I found myself at Burning Man 2008 where the year's theme was "The American Dream." As a Canadian iconoclast this seemed an odd fit, but people took the theme to many interesting places, including a heavily multicultural undertone for some elements. A part of that theme was somewhat political and philosophical as well.

Along the drive, in response to some stimulus I've since forgotten, I had used my stochastic mental filing system to spill forth the above quote remembered from a Utah Phillips album (likely his labour history celebration called "Fellow Workers" although possibly his earlier album called "The Past Didn't Go Anywhere..."). I had let that moment of conversation slip from my consciousness almost immediately like a goldfish castle but it evidently had some resonating impact on my friend who was driving.

At a number of points the quote resurfaced that week, including a remarkable moment at perhaps 1 or 2AM when I heard Utah's voice amplified over the playa from an unknown source near the Center Camp keyhole reciting not that exact quote but other related stories and folk songs (which was odd and uplifting to me in a place where most amplified sound carried strains of trance/rave/dance music). The most memorable time was near the base of The Man where an art installation which had, along with an enlarged photo of the handwritten Declaration of Independence, a listing of the names of every elected official in the branches of the American government and an open invitation to write something down that you would want to say to all of them. As we examined it my friend suddenly asked me "What was that quote again?" I found myself in a moment of personal theatre, projecting my voice just slightly so the dozen or more proximate participants could hear, and reciting the quote aloud. It felt rather poignant for me.

When I think of the quote itself I find it difficult to viscerally resonate with the ideals and behaviour of the proactive, dedicated labour organizers or agitators from which the quote originated, nor am I usually able to muster the appropriate dedication for physical or even verbal and literary political activism. In part I blame my pseudo-Taoist outlook and its wei wu wei and using things like Mu to get to Pu, but that is just a fancy multilingual neo-spiritual way to say that I'm somewhat lazy. I am not so strong of will as those others who so generously strive, seek and find this kind of freedom for us all. I find myself more often inclined, in a somewhat Canadian fashion, to sweetly and politely yield whenever I can. As such, I find myself unprepared to discuss the quote in one of those more natural and arguably important contexts.

When I hear this particular quote I can feel it resonating most in a context that I find meaningful in my daily life. The way I see it is this: Our lives runneth over with boundless opportunities and limitless possibilities. Every moment there are just so very many options which we are free to choose, avenues which we are free to explore, beauty which we are free to inhale, wonder which we are free to acknowledge, horizons we are free to strive toward and simple joys we are free to generate and share. I mean to say that in every moment the child-like in you can feel and know when it is time find, do or be something wonderful:

- to break into public song or dance or both (with or without the accompaniment of music or your friends)
- to twirl in place a time or two simply for the sensation of it
- to crouch down low and spend some time and rapt attention on the activities of the local insect life, or perhaps the activities of the local plant life
- to pretend for a time that you and yours are the walking dead and shamble through the streets of your own town
- to smile brightly at another ostensible stranger and perhaps even *gasp* say hello
- to hold her hand
- to point out something beautiful
- to ignore the second thought and follow the first
- to find a friendly star and say hello
- ...

This endless list of possibilities in every moment of our lives is constantly trimmed and curtailed by ourselves under such pressures as convention, propriety, reputation, apathy, habit, regulation, timidity, etiquette and a thousand other self-imposed limits. I say this because nearly all limits are self-imposed. The words describing things like allowed, permitted, prohibited and such are all tied to another entity claiming some right of approval over the choices in your own life and actions. For many reasons we all constantly will choose to give at least an inch of our freedom away in order to survive, thrive and get along with others in this world, but why do so many of us allow this toehold of compromise to become a seven league boot-step into our sphere of possibility, needlessly bounding us in our own nutshells when we could choose to be the monarchs of our own infinite spaces.


I do not universally practice what I am preaching in this little sermon, but I feel the least wasteful and the most proud of myself each time I realize that I chose to follow my child-like intuitions, instincts or impulses without regard to the pressures of propriety or convention. That is when I thrum with the freedom of the now.

The moment realized. 

The life lived.



 

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Looking for a place to live and a kitty...

Jul. 25th, 2005 | 01:36 pm
mood: chipper chipper

My sweetheart and I are looking for a new place for the two of us (likely for October 1st) and we are also looking for a kitty. We love kitties...

Two of our current favourites are Tiger and Jordan.

Our pet search
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A messload of random test results...

Mar. 16th, 2005 | 11:16 am

Tons of silly test results )

These are all some random results I picked from the tests I've already taken through my OKCupid profile: http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=8663191123578239972 (except for the religion test)

Let me know if any of the tests or results tickled you a little.

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Fitting?

Mar. 7th, 2005 | 01:47 pm

You scored as Libby. You live in a very strange family situation. You are comfortable with your body, and are not afraid to show it to others. Secretly, you long for the day you can escape where you are and just be free.

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Libby

69%

Jonesy

63%

Iris

63%

Ben

63%

Sophie

50%

Sampson

50%

Justin

31%

Which Carnivale Character are You?
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Just cuz (grabbed from a friend's journal)

Mar. 3rd, 2005 | 07:39 am
mood: silly silly
music: The Babysitter's Here - Dar Williams

Just cuz. Randomly came across this list of questions in a friend's journal and decided on a whim to post it here in my journal too while I type up my next sappy entry. I like meme's. What can I say. I decided to screen the comments too just to match what they did, which I think means that I am the only one who sees the answers.

Would you...
( ) go out with me?
( ) give me your number?
( ) let me kiss you?
( ) have sex with me?
( ) play an SM scene with me?
( ) watch a movie with me... even a really sappy one?
( ) let me take you out to dinner?
( ) drive me somewhere/anywhere?
( ) take a shower with me?
( ) be my gf/bf?
( ) have a fling with me?
( ) listen to me if I called you, crying, even if you were out with all of your friends?
( ) buy me a drink if I didn't have money?
( ) take me home for the night?
( ) let me sleep in your bed?
( ) sing car karaoke with me?
( ) sit in the doctors office with me because I didn't want to go alone?
( ) come and pick me up at 3 am because my car ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere?
( ) re-post this for me to answer your questions?


Y = Yes.
N = No.
M = Maybe, depends.
O = Of course (apparently!)
* = Already have done.
= Decline to answer.

X = Not in a MILLION years you goddamned freak! (my own addition)

P.S. Check out my radio station with a nifty selection of music I like: Launchcast.
Note that the songs it chooses reflects songs I've rated, and I have been focussing in only a couple of areas so far. Since I haven't rated much industrial/goth music it barely plays yet. Still it is a super background while I work.

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mapquest meme

Jan. 8th, 2005 | 06:12 pm

This meme is going around...

1. Go To mapquest.com
2. Click on "Directions"
3. Enter your current address and the address of your childhood home (or at least the town if you don't remember the exact address)
4. Put the time and distance in a post like this.
5. Don't forget to repost these directions. (Not the door to door ones)


Total Est. Time: 43 hours, 25 minutes Total Est. Distance: 2862.55 miles

It's a long way back to Ottawa, Canada and the house I spent the first 23 years of my life in.

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