June 27th, 2002


and now, a fluff piece

My dad sent me this in an e-mail titled "I KNEW there was something about bunnies":
"Cleft mouths are by far the most frequent deformity. According to the folklore of many countries, the "harelip" is a result of a pregnant mother being frightened by a rabbit. One variation on this is that a mother only has to step over a rabbit's nest to produce a deformed child, a catastrophe she can undo by ripping her petticoat in a certain way. This was so widespread a belief in Europe that an old Norwegian law actually forbade butchers from hanging up rabbits in public view. It's hard to say why rabbits were chosen as the spell-carriers. True, a rabbit's upper lip is cleft, but so is a cat's--many animals share the trait. Along with cats, rabbits were thought to be witches' alter egos, a supposedly harmless animal form they took when they wanted to get up to mischief. Throughout the ages, and in many cultures, rabbits have been associated with the moon. One African myth tells how the angry moon split the rabbit's lip. ..."
-from Diane Ackerman's A Natural History of Love (Random House, 1994), pp. 298-9

So Anya's in good historical company with her bunny fear.

And while we're obsessing about Buffy, last night i talked briefly with Sharon who has been watching the S2 DVDs. She informed me that although Marti Noxon wrote "What's My Line" Parts 1&2, all the good lines ("That was me favorite shirt. That was me only shirt." "Two slayers, no waiting." Mr. Pointy) are Joss add-ins. Aw, Kendra. She's my dad's "favorite other slayer."
you think you know...

"and so, too, i move toward you..."

Much though some people may dislike the “beige ringing object,”i have been finding recently that i would much rather talk on the phone with someone than IM. [As a total tangent, the phone at home is white and all the phones at work are black.] In person is obviously the ideal, but it’s just not always possible. I IMed all the time during the school year and was almost never on the phone because no one ever called me and i was too cheap to call long-distance and my on-campus friends saw me in person or on IM enough to not need to call. This summer i much prefer talking to people on the phone than on IM, though. For people i know in real life, that is. I would happily talk to Beth on IM every night. Same for Sharon. But i would much rather have Joe call me than talk to me on IM, which is funny because during the school year it was all about IM. So i am compiling a list of reasons as to why this is, because i find it an odd development.

I can gauge emotion on the phone. I can hear inflection. I have a much better feel for the person than i do on IM.
There is a focus necessary there. You are talking to me. You may put me on hold for a few minutes to talk to someone who just stopped by, but you are talking to me. I am your focus. You can’t just ignore me or forget about me or get distracted without letting me know like you can when you’re IMing. Plus i’m focused on you. Online i may be doing other things or chatting with other people when you IM me. The one-on-one focus goes both ways. Yes, i am an attention whore; i want it to be all about me.
It is much easier for me to babble verbally than when i have to type it all out. I write long-winded livejournal entries all the time; i am tired of typing out everything i do or think. So i am much more likely to talk, period, whereas on IM it’s so easy to be non-talkative.
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    "Elizabeth" - Catie Curtis (in my head)
i fight fire with words

My mother says i should stop reading the Letters to the Editor.

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And yes, eventually i will put together a post about the “under God” controversy. I should probably do it soon because i’m sure there will be letters/articles in next week’s local papers which will rile me up, and i’ll need to send in a letter quickly before we leave on vacation.