Monday, September 15th, 2003
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9:08 am - please forget you knew my name...
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I decided to change my journal name, so hop on over to ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) peregrin8 and add me to your Friends list (if, y'know, I was already on your Friends list and you were happy about that).
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Friday, September 12th, 2003
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2:51 pm - qotd
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Ms. MARION NESTLE (New York University): What [new USDA food guidelines] are suggesting is that women between the ages of 30 and 70 eat a diet that contains no more than 1,600 to 1,800 calories a day, which is a number of calories that's substantially below what people actually eat in this country.
...If you have a 20-ounce soft drink, the kind that comes in vending machines, you've done an eighth of your total caloric intake. You have two of them, and you've done a quarter of your caloric intake for the day. You go to McDonald's for lunch, and you've blown it. That's it for the day.
current mood: feeling more normal
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9:44 am - my own little silver lining
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I get to hear lots of Johnny Cash songs today.
"When Johnny Cash comes on the radio, no-one changes the station." -- Tom Waits.
current mood:  pensive
current music: "Ring of Fire" in my head at the moment
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Thursday, September 11th, 2003
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1:15 pm - qotd...
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11:07 am - random acts of sugariness
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dont know if it counts as my first glamour bomb -- I don't think it's creative enough -- but after reading that list & my friends' 9/11 posts, I just bought a bunch of candy and put it stealthily in prime crankiness locations at my office. Detail swiped directly from GB: in the kitchen drawer that holds packets of ghastly creamers and sweeteners, I put lots of Hershey's Kisses, Reeses Cups, and little glittery (inedible -- like the creamer) pompoms.
No-one knows where it came from & they are clearly pleased. Yay!
current mood:  amused
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10:09 am
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Memorial dates like this one remind us that life is short... definitely too short for watching "Jake 2.0." The premiere ep was not screamingly dumb, but it didn't have anything else going for it either. Still, snuggling on the couch with my sweetie was nice, whatever the tenuous excuse for doing so. And I managed to make a very tasty stir-fry using random old-but-not-dead veggies from the fridge.
This morning a stranger told me to stay safe today, so I told her to do the same. I am not having any sex at all today. Not even with her.
My metro train paused for a minute of silence at the U Street station. Actually the announcer said "We've been told to have a minute of silence..." I was all mellowed out from yoga, so I didn't use that minute to loudly remind my fellow commuters how our freedom of expression distinguishes us from Them... i just kept reading my magazine.
current mood:  peaceful
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Wednesday, September 10th, 2003
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11:42 am - another happy thing
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I got my new issue of Semi-Bold (yay!) and started reading it in the coffeeshop this morning. I did get rather distracted by a tiny pug-faced dog that was leashed to a pole out front, trying to catch birds, but I look forward to curling up with the zine again this evening. Also my zine is reviewed in this one (nicely!), which makes me feel connected. Way cool.
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9:10 am - Morning walk was lovely.
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And sleeping in my new room was lovely, although it was too cold with the window open (but that's lovely too b/c it's the beginning of quilts and velvet season!) I dreamed of spiders all over the ceiling, and of being unsure whether I was hallucinating them, but then my sweetie came into the dream apartment and said "what's with all the bugs?" and helped me whack them with the broom. And then we went out walking in a shifting night city that was Manhattan and Iraklion and Florence and DC....
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Tuesday, September 9th, 2003
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6:03 pm
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I can walk home in an hour, but the subway will get me there in ~ 20 minutes. OK but for some reason the greater appeal of the subway is that the time will flit by; I'll be reading, zoning; it will be a less tangible span of time. Walking, I may zone out a little, but overall I will notice the minutes more; I look around at things, I think more, it's a more textured expanse of time. So how sad is it that I am looking at the less-awake aspect of a subway commute as a plus?
sigh. well, I am walking to work tomorrow anyway, with the inimitable Ms. MM.
current mood:  contemplative
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10:34 am
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( fab Full Moon Yoga this morning. )
last night i steam-cleaned the upstairs; tonight i just need to vacuum and burn sage and then i am going to start moving things in. Tomorrow night the landlord comes over to help scrape and repaint the very scary bathroom. (Cracked and peeling doesn't describe it; all the thick old paint is coming off in scales. It looks like severely drought-parched ground.)
qotd: "We get all of our self-help adages from Charles Manson." -- Terry Gross, Fresh Air
current mood: peaceful despite crampiness
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Monday, September 8th, 2003
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4:42 pm - ok, ewww
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12:53 pm - oh yeah...
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11:27 am
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10:04 am - no to silicon, yes to semi-gloss
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Tristan Taormino's latest Voice column is about breasts, real and fake... She asks the question that has often been on my own mind: does anyone actually think fake boobs look good? joan_arkham made an interesting observation on this subject when we were hanging out in the crumbling rooms on Friday -- she theorizes that so many strippers, model/actresses, etc., now have implants that men are (unconsciously?) associating fake boobs with sexiness as a result... not that they like the big hard lumps inherently, just the fact that they signify a porno-minded woman. I found this observation rather jarring b/c I hate hate hate implants, they just look ugly and painful and fake to me, so I keep hoping they will decline in popularity. But the more women get them, the more "essential" they will be. Did I mention that America is a big dumb puppy? (syn09, can you make me a Johnny Depp icon that says that?)
So this was a stunningly productive weekend. If Madame Arkham were to return to my place today, she would not recognize it. With much help from maestro_live, fr_defenestrato, and my sweetie, I now have freshly painted rooms with "winter wheat" (pale rose beige) walls and gleaming white trim. It's awesome. It looks SOOOOO much better. (Tonight: steam-cleaning, the last big step in the dedougification process!)
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Thursday, September 4th, 2003
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11:27 am - hee hee
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"He's going to be the first president since Hoover to not have created one new net job in his first administration. They've lost almost three million jobs. Between he and his father, Bush I and Bush II, over six and a half years, not one new net job has been created. And I'm a nut for statistics. Numbers do not lie. If you extrapolate from that, if the Bushes had run this nation from its very inception to the present day, not one American would have ever worked." -- Al Franken
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10:48 am - still ill
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I am kinda braindead. I'm at the office and unfortunately there seems to be real work today. I just want to continue yesterday's project of watching sitcoms and drinking cup after cup of hot tea.
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Wednesday, September 3rd, 2003
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1:17 pm - this is where we whine after all
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My throat hurts, I'm tired, and I just want to curl up in a fetal ball preferably someplace wintry, wrapped in fluffy quilts, with the Season 5 Buffy DVD that's not out yet, and some tea with honey. (I do have the tea with honey. This is helping.)
I don't know whether I am sick or just having yet another interesting reaction to dust and mold and other badness inhaled in the formerly feckless suite of filthy rooms. The rest of me is just a little achy and tired. The whole swallowing mechanism hurts a lot.
I guess i'll drink this lovely tea and then approach the bossman about calling it a half-day.
current mood: petulant
current music: ani - second intermission
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10:56 am - Schlafly sez: Secular Humanists ROCK
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...foundations of xian nation.
eh, we just rock.
"The goal of the secularists and the atheists is to treat religious people like smokers. You can continue to exist only if you are out of sight, out of hearing and out of smell." (Phyllis Schlafly) -- I like this. It reminds me of that classic quote from Beatrice Campbell, when asked if she didn't find two gay men's affair scandalous: "My dear, I don't care what these affectionate people do as long as they don't do it in the street and frighten the horses." No doubt I'm biased -- what I do that's closest to religion is zen meditation, practiced behind closed doors and with no proselytizing. (Or maybe hiking, which is not done behind closed doors but still doesn't involve thrusting my beliefs in anyone else's face or courtroom...)
And so yeah, I am a pacifist and I am against the death penalty but that does not obligate me to pretend to feel sad about Paul Hill. It's not how I would've handled things, but really what ever is?
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Tuesday, September 2nd, 2003
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10:17 am - qotd
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9:35 am - a washerwoman's life
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Last night I blasted the boombox, vacuumed, and started scrubbing. It's amazing how much better it looks already. The bathroom sink cleaned up just fine, shiny and white. It was a very dark gray before. We bought a new toilet seat Sunday, so I donned the icky yellow rubber gloves and dealt with that nasty area. Bathroom floor, even nastier! But I made great progress. I hung a sarong over the bathroom window. Dan & I lugged the futon and a writing table and chair up there. I actually slept up there last night. It was lovely, all empty and breezy (and I have to admit, I sleep better on a futon on the floor than in my sweetie's soft saggy bed).
I dreamt of Picasso. I was interviewing him at a girls' camp in Vermont. Timidly I asked him about Coleridge's dead albatross, not sure whether my (in the dream, deep and complex) associations would translate across artistic media. Picasso totally understood about the albatross.
current mood: accomplished
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