Variations on a Theme

Time:

9:30 pm.

Well, I suppose I should've listened to D a while ago, and started to pay more attention to McSweeney's. For example, we have here "The Presidential Elections in the world of Greco-Roman Morality."

MAHER: Coastal America just doesn't get the Bacchanalia Belt, you're saying.
CARLSON: Yeah, absolutely. Liberals need to get out of their Forums and walk into a Vomitorium. See what the rest of America is thinking. Go to a Chariot Race, for Gods' sakes.

Also, books I bought for myself yesterday, while out shopping for my brother's birthday:
The Poetry of E.A. Robinson
Picasso at the Lapin Agile, and Other Plays by Steve Martin
Hamlet and Oedipus: a classic study in the psychoanalysis of literature by Ernest Jones
Imponderables: The Solution to the Mysteries of Everyday Life by David Feldman
The Hero with a Thousand Faces by Joseph Campbell
and
The Collected Works of Edgar Allen Poe.

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Subject:	On a step up from the previous "late night haiku"
Time:	6:30 am.

Well, for the first time, I have decent poetry that I'll offer up to the masses for critique. The rhyme scheme is odd, yes, but blame that on

wildpersimmons. Also per his rules, it's in iambic tetrameter, though I fear it doesn't always fit perfectly. And his rules of near constant internal rhyme tend to veer the poem towards whimsy, and I've had a devilish time steering it back. Do take all of this into account.

[as yet untitled]

At a short glance, mere happenstance
will me, confound, and my thoughts, hound.
Of miles and months, but more - ideals,
is this distance. So all my rants
on the cruel world (that I don't know)
weigh not the pounds of heavier mounds
of problems deep-er than my peep
of a complaint. Though not a saint,
experience plays little part.
My not yet ranc-id thoughts, my stance
on this world 'round, are to be found
of miles and months, but more - ideals.
Give me a lance, let me fight chance!
I will astound, and have life wound
up as a toy, or a plaything.
But as life comes, I twiddle thumbs.
And if I pause, it's all because
experience plays little part.

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Subject:	On the past, eloquent and not.
Time:	1:05 am.
Mood:	nostalgic.
Music:	Simon and Garfunkel.

Several stories, probably poorly told from the past 6 months, with the occasional Emily Dickinson poem thrown in where appropriate.

( Quetico 4.0 )

( I taste a liquor never brewed )

( More modest camping )

The last two poems are just great, and about old books and history. I don't really have a story to go along with them. If I think of something soon, I'll come back, and flesh it out. But for now, you just get the poems. Aren't you lucky?

( In a library )

( He ate and drank the precious words )

And finally, because I'm a fan of self-referentialism in almost all forms, I loved todays Pearls Before Swine

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Subject:	On good timing, and its uses outside of theatre.
Time:	1:55 am.

I went to the theatre last night, and saw Loyola's production of Love's Labors Lost. It was well written (umm... it is Shakespeare...), and decently well performed. But the poetry of the play has got me reading sonnets galore. Not just the bards, but many. Some of them will be interspersed throughout this entry.

On to subject number one:
If women are to be believed, then my problems in getting a girlfriend can be boiled down to one thing: bad timing. In all cases, the timing was on the scale of months. Also I can't see dynamics... or at least not when they're impalpable and ethereal.

Ironic, then, that one of those women should point me, right before declining me, to this poem, which advises not wasting time that should be spent on love:
( To his coy mistress )

The second subject deals with timing of another nature.
I have learned to handle the average night class well. I can handle the fact that they are such intense once-a-week bursts. But I can't handle it when coupled with learning a language. Especially when I'm lagging seriously in the class, and the teacher doesn't teach well. Dr. Dobrov is excellent as a professor of many things, from comedy and satire to mythology. But he is a poor teacher of Greek. I should not have stayed this long in the class. This coincides with my decision that my current goal in life is high school, preferably U of D. I'm probably going to go back there for a year as an Alumni Volunteer, before I go to get a masters in education (probably a certificate in history, and from there I may rejoin either Greek or Latin, more probably Latin, as that, I hope will continue to be taught in high schools.) I have come to the conclusion of high schools for several reasons. I'm turned off from colleges for multiple reasons, which include the glut of people who want to be professors and the need to publish*. And as there are too many teachers for college, so there are not enough for high school. Yeah, it's not exactly "the life" but I never wanted to be great. Even Bonaparte knew that "Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever."

That brings us to the second and the third poems. The first of these was, until last night, my favorite poem. It has now been eclipsed by the latter. Funny that they are about the same thing.
( Ozymandias )
and
( Ozymandias )

The third subject is only the least bit about timing.
Death. Particularly my own. No, it (hopefully) won't be soon. I'm not that depressed over the rejection of a potential lover. I've oft mentioned, including several times in this journal, how I want to die. I want it to be short, painful, and exciting, and I want to know that it will happen within three seconds of its occurrence, but not before. Now on to the subject of how I want to be when I die. I'd like to be, in death, dignified, but unsung. My death will be one more, not very important, event in the history of the world. This is the hardest to explain, so I'll let the fourth and fifth poems do it:
( The quiet life )
and
( Adieu, vain world )

*Speaking of publishing, congrats to my friend

ajnovak on the publication of his first book! It's a history of one of the more notorious presidents of George Washington University.

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Time:	11:19 pm.
Mood:	malcontent.
Music:	The Saw Doctors - Sing a Powerful Song.

From the New York Times:

In the last few months, three different U.S. federal judges, each appointed by President Ronald Reagan, have found a total of eight journalists in contempt of court for refusing to reveal confidential sources, and the first of them may go to prison before the year is out. Some of the rest may be in prison by spring.

In other news, group projects should be left in high school. And if a teacher insists on having them, they should allow more preparation than a week of studying and 40 minutes at the beginning of class to organize 10 people, who have studied 6 different subjects into a half hour combined speech. The worst part of it was that the "Imperial family" which consisted of a full third of the class ordered everyone else around in ways that weren't cool. Especially since they had to do almost no research, and just sat there listening to the speeches of everyone else.

I need a photoediting program... anyone, anyone?

( So, I've got my schedule somewhat planned out for next semester. )

Now off to read Aristophanes' the Frogs.

How many of you actually care that I'm posting again? I'd like to know those that don't as well, though they probably haven't read this far. I don't care what the answer is, I'd just like to know.

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Subject:	On what to do the next time around.
Time:	4:37 pm.

Well, one of the ideas on why the democrats lost this election is that they don't stand for one thing. They don't have any more of a platform than "anti-republican/Bush." The people don't really expect the candidates to live up to their campaign promises anymore, so they vote for the candidate that has the better vision, the better worldview. So, with that in mind, and with the idea that the Democrats need to overhaul themselves completely before the next election, I know who I'd vote for in the 2008 democratic primaries, if he'd accept the nomination: Ralph Nader.

He's against most of the things the republicans are for, more so than the democrats, but not because they're republican, but because he genuinely, and I think convincingly believes they're wrong. His only problem is his negativity.

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Subject:	To all those saying they'll move to Canada, England, etc.
Time:	2:55 pm.

I'm not willing to give up so easily.

We lost this battle, yes. We lost it horribly. But this country is still America, and I, for one, am not giving up on it so easily. This country has had elections stolen worse than the election of 2000. We survived. Check out the election of 1876, when Hayes beat Tilden. Tilden won by 250,000 votes (from a total of 8.5 million). (And yes, that was the Republicans stealing it from the Democrats, but that was the Republicans of Abraham Lincoln, and later Theodore Roosevelt) Hell, the guy that won next time around, Garfield, got assassinated. Our country has been in worse. Though, arguably, not while we've had so much power.

This election, however, was not stolen. We did outright lose it. We can't blame this on Nader. We can't blame this on not getting out the vote enough. Well, there still is the Diebold question, but I doubt that's true, and if it is, we have some serious demonstrating [not rioting!] to do.

But one of the problems in this election was that people were so rabidly anti-Bush, and that turned some people off. Especially when those people who so hated Bush couldn't tell them very good reason why. (Check here for a story of what happens when liberals who can speak well talk, not shout, and debate with Bush supporters.) Become even more politically aware. Learn how to debate well. How to convince people that abortion is not so strong an issue that you should vote for someone you dissagree with on all else just because of it. (And why this brand of conservative (WHO ARE NOT ALL CONSERVATIVES! Don't hate your fellow american just because of a label!) is bad on abortion (the numbers have risen under President Bush for the first time in decades) and other right to life issues (Death Penalty, innocents in war). And when you're talking to your fellow Americans on this issue, don't shout, don't profess a hatred and loathing for our President. And yes, he's our president (not [sneer] your president). I hate to dimish the argument with a West Wing quote, but Aaron Sorkin put it really well when he had Bartlet say:

"I'm the President of the United States, not the President of the people who agree with me. And by the way, if the left has a problem with that, they should vote for somebody else."

What we need to do though, is convince President Bush of that same thing. He was not elected to rule over his base. He was elected to rule the country as a whole. Just because it's going to be hard is no reason not to do it. He's president of all of us. Those who voted, those who didn't vote, those who were too young to vote. I'd like to point out that gays are in that group too. But apparently more than half of America disagrees with that.

So, debate and demonstrate, but don't moan and whine, and above all, don't just give up on this country.

"The violence in the world comes about because we human beings are forever creating barriers between men who are like us and men who are not like us."
Edmund Leach
--A Runaway World

And this was just posted in literaryquotes:

"I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned."
-Edna St. Vincent Millay "Dirge Without Music"

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Time:

9:22 pm.

Well, it's my first substantive post in six months. I find it amusing that my journal's been alive for 3 years, 6 months and 16 days, yet I only have 304 entries. That's all the more impressive considering only 25 have been in 2004.

Anyhoo, off of statistics, and onto better things. What's better than statistics, you ask? Simple! Pun Wars! They really are high up there on my list of fun things to do.

I'm trying to develop my Amelie introduction... it's not coming very well... I like walking through the soggy leaves on a wet fall morning. I like listening to bagpipes on the wind. I like the pattern in the water that a canoe's paddle makes. I dislike stickiness in almost every form.

Substance: plot: juice
why: ex: ultimate

So, for those of you who haven't heard the major bit of news of this semester (

sailor_moonbeam especially has been wondering what went on.), you can read ( this: )

So, after my computer committed suicide during the summer, I lost all my pictures (of quetico, of people, etc.), and my photoediting program, so I can't make icons at the moment... I'm stuck with the rapidly aging jokes about Troy.

Speaking of Troy, I have absolutely no intentions of seeing Alexander. They're almost certainly going to portray him as a good guy, at least somewhat. I've learned my lesson. I, Claudius, and that's it. I also have at least two parties already lined up for watching all 12 hours of the uncut LotR at once.

I'll end with a joke from my Greek professor that only the truy linguistically literate will get:
How is a street punk like the greek aorist of "to die"? They both have nasal infixes!

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Subject:	On having two years to kill.
Time:	1:18 am.
Music:	Music Makes the Sound (of Music) -The Incredible Moses Leroy.

So several interesting things in my life:

I was talking to Dr. Lavell (my Warfare in Ancient Greece Professor and the chair of the Classics department) and he mentioned in passing that Latin 131 and 132 and Greek 131 and 132 (the preliminary courses before literature courses in the languages) count for credit for the Classics major. I had assumed that I had 6 of the 8 courses for the major. Turns out, I have them all done. I still have to take the seniors-only courses for the Classics and Greek Majors, but other than that, Classics is done. So the rest of my time'll be core/Greek and a new history minor. My classes for next semester are shaping up: Greek 200, whatever Dr. Dobrov wants to teach. Anthro 101 with Dr. Calcagno, History/Classics 308: Rome to Constantine, theo of Christian Marriage, and hopefully the humanism in antiquity courses, so I don't have to do it senior year. I have to talk to Dr. Lavelle about that. If that works out, and I can convince Dr. Dobrov to teach his class on Wednesdays not Fridays as normal, then I'll have a 4 day weekend every week... man this is gonna be nice. Hopefully.

Used books stores are evil... I went into the Armadillo's Pillow today looking for Xenophon's Anabasis, and since they didn't have it, came out with The Complete Works of Sophocles, Plutarch's Lives of the Noble Romans, Volume one of Churchill's History of the English Speaking Peoples, and the Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Which every good library should have.) all for just over $20. But I still don't have Xenophon...

I'm probably going to be home for a month and a half over the summer, taking a class at UDM. Apartment questions are interesting, but I think it's going to work. But I don't know where I'll be if/when Suzy decides to come to Chicago.

I've also been blatantly ripping music from the radio station D works at. So,

crewgodelyse, I won't need any of your Dar, I've now got her whole collection, including the CryCryCry album. I'm close to 6,000 songs on my comp, and there's still a bunch more on D's that I haven't been able to get, yet.

There's probably more, but that's the interesting stuff for now.

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Subject:	On Greek dysfunction
Time:	1:39 am.

I've got so much to talk about, but a lot more in the way of homework to do... So I'm going to just post this, then go on to less obvious forms of procrastination.

leftwinger: I wouldn't mind naming my daughter Eowyn.

somebodyelse: heh. I've often thought of naming my son Orestes, but my life isn't that tragic yet, and the same with Telemachus, but again, I'm not that epic, yet.

leftwinger: Well, you could name him Oedipus.

leftwinger: But make sure he doesn't kill you and sleep with your wife

somebodyelse: And Thyestes is out, else my brother might end up stewing him...

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Time:

9:59 am.

God damned classes. This time it's just the schedual. I really really don't want to go to my Thursday night class, because Andie's holding the first ever meeting of the SPUD club. SPUD stands for "Spankin' Potatoes Unusually Dressed." The point is to eat potatoes, and dress in drag. I so want to be there. That's the sort of thing I was talking about in my last post. Andie said it best in the first line of the e-mail when she said: "There are certain events which must take place in your life quite simply because they are within the realm of possibility." I'm seriously considering skipping my class to go to this...

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Subject:	On pearls of wisdom from the same stage that held a man twirling a pasty on his thong
Time:	4:12 am.

Every sunset takes a day off your life, they say, but here in the city it takes two, one for you, and one for the you you hope you will be, but always stop yourself from becoming. ... That is why it has that particular quality, a kind of hushed sadness that you won't find anywhere else. It is the you you will never be weeping, because it misses you.

-from "A New Legend for an Age of Cautious Romance" by David Kodeski

For those of you that don't have

wildpersimmons on your friends list, he had a few quotes from Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind. I'm reproducing them here, just because they're amazing. (The one above and the last one I wrote out, so I'm adding them to this collection.)

( The Idea of You )

( A New Legend for an Age of Cautious Romance )

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Subject:	on happenings far too late at night.
Time:	2:34 am.
Music:	Steeleye Span - False Knight on the Road/ Black Freighter.

( things said between the hours of midnight and 2 in the morning )

It's too bad I'm so uncomfortable around people drinking. Seeing Andie even as slightly intoxicated like she was Saturday night (a week or so after the game of ghost) bugged me like nothing else. She wasn't changed all that much, but I know her well enough that I could see it, and it just wasn't cool. I didn't stay long. But I saw her today, too, downtown at Chinatown. All of us missed the parade by about 10 minutes or so (except Nathaniel, who came earlier with other friends) so we had lunch down there, and then left. Enjoyable, with or without the parade.

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Subject:	on excessive dorkyness in elevators.
Time:	10:28 am.
Mood:	dorky.
Music:	"Winter Moon" by Stan Getz and Jazz 'Round Midnight.

Today is a good day. I have been proclaimed, (as if we didn't know), a dork among dorks. Our Greek class, in the elevator after class (yes, my greek class can fit into a single elevator) decided that I was, far and away, the dorkiest among them. As Mary put it "You stand head and shoulders above the rest of us." It shows what a good mood I was in, that I didn't mind the joke about my height. Dr. Dobrov had told us today about the lexicons (Liddell & Scott) that we should get. He explained that they came in three sizes, but he didn't explain that they had nicknames too. So I told them about the nicknames (for those of you that haven't heard this, the nicknames are the "Little Liddell," the "Middle Liddell" and, my favorite, the "Great Scott.") Maybe I was a bit too enthusiastic, or maybe they just aren't dorky enough. I don't know.

Great Scott... come on, you know that's amusing...

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Time:

2:30 am.

Well, tonight was good. Nathaniel invited me to a party up at his place in Evanston. That was fun. I saw Andy, The Sherpa (that'd be Nathaniel) a couple other people that I should've recognized, etc. Matt,

udsf02's ex-boyfriend, was also there, with his new boyfriend Mike. I talked with both of them for a while about being techies, Greek tragedies, linguistics, it was cool. After they left I hung out for a while, before going into David's (Nathaniel's roommate's) room, where I met Gizmo, a saharran fox they own. He's a cool little guy, all of about 3 and a half pounds. I was the only person he really felt comfortable around besides Dave and John (Dave's best friend, and Gizmo's co-owner). Andie never showed up. Nathaniel said she had a concert first, and was coming afterwards. As I was leaving though, he mentioned that she called at some point, but was breaking up, so he never did find out why she never showed. I'm kind of upset, because she didn't end up coming to Too Much Light last night, either, so I have yet to see her in Chicago. I will be rather put out, to put it extremely lightly, if our friendship sours over the fact that I asked her out. That'd be the worst possible result, barring serious bodily injury or death.

So, it was really good to get out to a party like that tonight, because I've been reading All Quiet on the Western Front all day today, for my Golden Age of Athens class, and it's really depressing, and gory and violent. Bah. back to reading. I'm about 2/3rds done, so I can move on to the bad Greek Romance novel I have to read, and studying the countries of the world for my IR class.

Speaking of that class, Megan, the professor, has challenged Rob and I to games of both Double Deck Euchre, and Texas Hold 'Em. We took her up on it, of course. This is gonna be a fun semester.

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Time:

12:16 am.

Well, my marriage to

thisgirliknow is over. To be honest, (and no offense to her) I'm glad. I think

suzzwuzz said it best when she said, "congrats on the wedding, andrew! ::snicker:: are you going to have the ceremony by the swingset or on the merry-go-round?"

I've become far too busy between being social, surviving last semester, starting this semester well, taking over two university clubs. And there's the added emotional hell that the last month or more has been, waiting for Andie to get back, and asking her out, only to be told that she's already seeing someone. That sort of leaves a bitter taste, especially about things like fake marriages... I'm not sure if that last sentence made sense to any one else. whatever.

So, in better news, Euchre club is looking healthy... though with some issues. We now have (thanks to donations from Matt and

wildpersimmons) four club-owned euchre decks. Jake can finally make meetings if they're on Wednesday, which, for now, they are.

Classics club is looking robust. We've got the Tuesday Teas set up (though... they won't always be on Tuesday... but whatever). At the end of the month will be the Marathon watching of I, Claudius in the Classics library. The rest of the semester is fairly well planned out, too.

Classes are going well, so far. Carl and Josh came to visit. That was fun, all things considered. oi... There's a lot more to write... but now it's time for Greek!

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Time:

3:22 pm.

A quote from my father: "Ahh... Isn't the internet wonderful? It gives you a reason to be curious, and then gives you the answer. And then by tomorrow you can forget it, and do it all over again."

So how about a real update? I figure maybe it's time. No memes, or at least not until the end of the update...

So, I'm sick. Not that sick, I can still do stuff, but I've got all the normal symptoms. I don't mind too much though, I figure it's about time, as this is the first time in 2 and a half to 3 years that I've had a cold. Or at least a cold that kept me in bed a while. One of the upshots is that my dad got this backrest thing for bed, that has a massager, heater, book lamp, and even armrests, and he's never used it, so I get it. It's nice, lemme tell ya.

Well, the events of the last week or so.
Last Wednesday I saw RotK, as all good dorks must. Alas it wasn't the midnight showing, but hey. Being that I was with

rightwinger,

sulimo, and Devin (and Devin's brother Keith) there were many jokes about Frodo and Sam and Quetico. "Yeah, but can he carry Frodo AND a canoe?" and when they ran out of water "This is why you should always bring two Nalgenes..."

Something must have happened between then and Sunday, but for the life of me, I can't think of what.

So Sunday, I hosted a movie party. It was supposed to be a relatively small party, I only invited 20 or so people. All of four people actually showed up for the movies...

wildpersimmons,

leftwinger,

suzzwuzz and Glenn. We watched Whale Rider and Jokes, and Their Relation to the Unconscious. I guess those movies don't sound that great by themselves... and they make an extremely odd couple.

leftwinger abandoned us halfway through Jokes. Then

troublecauserx and Matt, a Berkleyite that I haven't seen in a couple years, decided to crash the party, after the movies were over... I guess Matt was the only one that really crashed it, though, as I had invited

troublecauserx... Anyhoo. So, a grand time was had by all, I believe. All that showed up. And for the rest of you bums, oh you just wait, I'll get you back eventually.

Monday night was the second viewing of RotK, this time with the Merry Band, including

shmi85 (the organizer, and last to arrive),

suzzwuzz,

renniegirl,

chocofrankie,

faeriesuenos,

lara_on_toast,

wildpersimmons,

cankerblossom, Ellen and Emily C. and Emily G. The movie itself wasn't as much fun, as we were split up, and I was sitting next to Ellen, and I don't have nearly as many inside jokes with her. But afterwards there was dinner (as opposed to the first time) and that was much fun, of course. Black Dots [Edit: Or Black Spot... WHATEVER! Only a professional pirate could tell the difference anyway...] don't work if they're blue, apparently...

So, I've got all of two days left on my paid account. I'm not sure that it was worth the money (I know it's not much money, but I'm silly...). I'm trying to decide if I want to buy more or no...

That's about it. If I do a meme, it'll be sometime later. For now, I'm off to make more soup. Damn cold.

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Subject:	on word association, part 1.
Time:	4:29 am.

You know what? I'm sick of doing other people's memes. I'm going to create my own. It'll be on going, hopefully, and and everchanging.

The first word is something given to me by the person at the top of the list. It shows you what was on their minds. The second word is the first word that popped into my mind when they said that. It shows you what was on my mind. The third word is my final word, after consideration of the first word (but not the second word). It shows you parts of my thought process. It's not always serious, it's not always funny. It just is. Enjoy.

From

wildpersimmons
1. curious: cat: unquenchable
2. round: red, india rubber ball: smooth
3. plaid: stolen pants: kilt
4. want: hunger: jealousy
5. pencil: crossword: erasable

From

troublecauserx
1. sapiosexual:

mactavish: conversation
2. labels: forehead: facets
3. sexuality: sensuality: facet
4. ambiguity: fog: fog
5. cake: pig: breakfast

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Subject:	On the holiday spirit, nostalgia, et misc.
Time:	9:06 am.
Mood:	longing.
Music:	Dar Williams - Better Things.

Just thought I'd let people know about these things, it being the holidays, and all.

Cambell's is donating a can of soup for every click they get on their football poll here: http://www.chunky.com/click_for_cans.asp (I think you can only vote once on this one)

Thehungersite.com is trying to get 6 million cups during the holidays. This one you can click once a day, and not doing it is just lazyness. I'd also recomend going to their sister-sites, therainforestsite.com, thebreastcancersite.com (which is slightly under its goal for November, I believe), thechildhealthsite.com, and theanimalrescuesite.com.

With all probability, it looks like I'll be having Thanksgiving dinner with Fr. Kurtz tonight. And we'll be going downtown to see Ted's concert at symphony hall next Saturday, I believe.

In other news D and I have started to learn ASL (American Sign Language) with the help of Liza (

dexsmadmonkey). It's going decently. It's interesting how similar the grammer can be to Latin. There's no conjugations or declensions, heck, there's hardly even tense. But the lack of a concrete word order is interesting, considering it's still just a variation on English.

Alright, how does one write in another font on lj? Do you have to be using a client? It would be rather annoying if you did... ah well.

Ok, so I finally listened to all the lyrics of Dar Williams' "Southern California Wants to Be Western New York" and it's depressing how much I identify with it. My family used to go to Westport, New York (actually, I believe it's in northeastern New York, but whatever). I remember the leaky faucets and the free standing tubs that she's talking about. I also remember Friendly, our pet lake monster (it was a peice of driftwood we found on Lake Champlain (which could be seen from the house where we stayed) that looked remarkably like a lake monster.) I remember my Grandfather sleeping in his old rocking chair, a book on his stomach. I remember the wicker beds, all the cousins I haven't seen in years, and I wouldn't recognize, and can't even remember their names anymore. My mother sold her shares back to the rest of the family a number of years ago, after we stopped going. Sometime, when I'm settling down, I plan on contacting those relatives again, and see about buying some shares so that I can take my children there. Man... to be back in the farmhouse again, with grass up to my shoulders, or exploring the all the secret passages in the house at the top of the hill with my brother and cousins, . And there's another part of the song, about "a SUNY student with mousy brown hair, taking out the compost, and making coffee in her long underwear" that makes me think of certain people. 3 weeks...

Now then, I'm off to sleep.
"The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,"

err.... wrong holiday. oops. oh well.

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Time:	11:07 am.
Mood:	anxious.
Music:	Blackthorn - Lord of the Dance.

For those of you that care, this journal is about to become even more dead than it has been. Homework is seriously seriously behind, and I've realized it's partially because I have such easy access to the internet. So, I'm taking it out. I'm not sure when I'll be back. But I'm going to treat this sort of like a sobriety test, except with the internet. I'll only be back when I think I've broken myself of the need to be on-line constantly. I might update occasionally from a computer lab, but don't be surprised if this is my last update for the semester.

In other news, in the continuing "new icon" series, today I present... hmm... well, I've got a new Eye of Sauron one, a new Snoopy one, and a new Hobbes one, but I think I'm going to show you my new one of Azreal from the wonderful online comic Casey and Andy, to be found on lj at

c_and_a. As I doubt that I will be posting much more any time soon, I'd recommend going to my icon page if any of you really care to see the rest. But they're really not anything special, I'm just proud of them, as I made most of them. Anyhoo.

Another consequence of this is that I'll only be doing the most brief skims of my friends page (As it is, it's a whole new page every 9 hours. Maybe I'll unsubscribe from some stuff before I go, so that it won't be so full.) So, for those of you that actually care, don't be upset when I don't reply, or even know what's going on in your life.

./`
Of all the money that e'er I spent
I've spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I did
Alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So drink with me a parting glass

Oh, all the friends that e'er I had
They're sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They'd wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
./`
- From Blackthorn's version of "Parting Glass"

And with that, goodbye, for now!

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Subject:	on established or inside jokes, and the difference therein.
Time:	3:47 am.
Music:	Senator Speak- The Verve Pipe.

Ok, this is one thing I don't get. Trying to recreate something funny.

thisgirliknow and

anditut Have both tried to recreate the song "bulbous bouffant" with me. Here's there attempt, if you care:
( It would have helped, I suppose, if I'd ever actually heard the song. )

So, I don't get it. Maybe, if it had been a spontaneous thing between us once, so it was an inside joke? or maybe if it was acceptable to change it, so you got something completely new each time? I suppose if I actually understood the joke, I might see the point, but still, if you're telling it to the same people over and over, why not change it every once in a while. I got the impression that they didn't really like my adaptations, though. oh well.

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Subject:	on confusion, and stories of times past
Time:	8:14 pm.

Wait, so let me get this straight... It's snowing in Southern California, and yet, here in Chicago, it was 60 degrees yesterday. Well, we had hail... Tuesday, was it? for about 15 minutes or so. But it was still a warm day. bah.

Ok... so, another established meme... this is getting scary. eep. but at least there're still no quizes. But still, what's going on with me?

Now, for the real update.

So, the trip to Dayton to visit

suzzwuzz was cancelled, as she thinks she wouldn't have time to entertain us, so it would just be a waste of our time to come out to visit her. She doesn't, however, realize that we'd probably be (and in fact, I am, though I can't speak for

wildpersimmons) wasting our time anyway. Ah well, I hope Hamlet came out well, and strike was fun, etc. PS,

suzzwuzz, you owe me $10 on the ticket refund. ;-p

Oh, so little anecdote about that... I told my mother that I was going to Dayton for fall break, and she told my father. Apparently, my father misheard her, so when I was home last weekend, he asked me "Why on earth would you want to go a) to Daytona and b) for fall break??!?. He was relieved to find out the truth...

Ah well... So on to last weekend's adventures, since there's not much to tell about this week's. So I went home for MFJCL (Michigan Fall Junior Classical League- for those of you that don't know, it's a organization of high school Latin clubs. I'm a member of the MSCL, college kids who help out) So, I get in to Ann Arbor Friday night, and hang out with Peg until the morning when JCL starts. That was fun. I went to see Rocky Horror Picture Show in the theatres for the first time. It was a bit more subdued than I thought it would be (for instance, the theatre outlawed them throwing things at the screen.) but it was still great fun. Then we went home, and wrote a combined letter to Andie. Speaking of which, both Suzy and D have gotten postcards from her. She's apparently figured out that D was one of the people that wrote the letter, but not Suzy, and not me. (Which is odd, it was my address that we used as the return address on the envelope, and Suzy left SO many hints.) Ah well, I let Andie know in the letter Peg and I wrote. and the Suzy and I are possibly going to write another one when I see her next saturday after the plays. Oh, so on the way back from RHPS, we passed these people talking, and the one guy there said "In 2 years, I'll be heterosexual." Doncha just love quotes completely out of context?

So, then JCL Saturday. There were only 4 SCLers,

renniegirl (last years MJCL president, and a wonderful, if silly, girl), Betsy, and Kevin. But we had fun. Nothing all that special to report, except for another beautiful out-of-context quote: "So, you know, eventually we got around to respecting the dead."

Ah well.

./` Hey kid, good morning. You look like an angel. I don't remember when we fell asleep. ./`

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