June 17th, 2007

crazy [lavellebelle]

Star Trek [The Original Series] 3.10 "Plato's Stepchildren" [rerun: 2007-06-16]

This is possibly the first ST:TOS episode I've seen full-through. (I grew up in the TNG era.) The acting feels wooden. Oh, Shatner.

I couldn't resist an episode blurb that read like a fanfic summary, though.

"A literal battle of wills ensues when the arrogant, telekinetic inhabitants of Platonius order the Enterprise to remain on their planet, forcing them to perform humiliating tasks for their amusement." (from tvguide.com/listings)

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hard at work

"Red light across a grey ocean"

On Thursday at the gym Rita (who works downstairs in Finance) and I were walking from the check-in counter to the locker room and she casually asked me, "What are you doing here?"
me: [very confused as to what the question was] "Uh, going to the gym?"
Rita: "You're not taking a class?"
me: "Oh, no, I'm just working out."

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Friday at lunch I forget how it came up, but MaryAlice was complaining about Ebonics.  She mentioned a Wesley Snipes movie in which Wesley Snipes is cheating on his black wife with a white woman and the wife gets together with her friends, all black women who are like Yale grads, and they lapse into Ebonics to bitch about this white woman.

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I left Saturday open in hopes of showing the apartment.  We ended up just having one taker (though there are a couple other people OriginalRoomie still needs to get back to).  Fastest showing of the apartment ever.  Tufts student looking on behalf of his girlfriend who's moving up here from Miami.  He was very positive about the apartment and will be in touch.  I'm not getting my hopes up, of course.  OriginalRoomie says there are a couple people she needs to get back to.  We need someone to move in ~2months from now, so obviously we've got time, but it would be nice to get this settled soon.

I was thinking later that one of the benefits of living with your friends is that you're less likely to have such turnover.  (At least OriginalRoomie's staying for next year.)

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My mom e-mailed me: Mr. Jacobs (my 5th grade teacher, and one of my very favorites) died last week.
"Instead of flowers, memorial donations may be made to Caritas Good Samaritan Hospice [...] or the ALS Society of Dedham."
Lou Gehrig's disease?  I had thought he had Parkinson's.

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Friday morning at work I noticed someone was standing in front of my desk, so I said hi as I looked up and then realized it was John P.  He's been working at the b-school, so every Singspiration he says he's gonna come see me, but he never has 'cause he's always so busy.
During our conversation he asked me: "Will we see you on Sunday?" / "Why would -- oh, Father's Day."  (I'd seen plenty of ads, but it didn't really stick 'cause we never do Father's Day -- my dad being the one who's not into obligatory celebration dates and really doesn't want much in the way of gifts.)

I was telling CAUMC!Meredith how it's not like my dad would be going to church anyway (though possibly he assumed I would be coming home for Father's Day celebrations of some sort and would thus go to church) and later it was occurring to me that I should say "the church my family goes to" rather than "my parents' church" or "the church my parents go to" 'cause while I say "my parents' house" or "where my parents live," my dad never went to UCN except to see me and my brother performing; the current UCN contingent is my mom because of my my grandmother, and sometimes my brother when he's home.

Both of my churches today only mentioned Father's Day in the Prayers of the People (though CWM did a special blessing for anyone who self-identified as a father in some way, as they had for Mother's Day).  I am very okay with that.

Everyone's clear on the concept that my father is awesome, right?  The concept "daddy's girl" is really not how my family functions, but my father was the primary caregiver and I am so my father's daughter -- prizing honesty, intentionality, and logic; libertarian leanings, etc., though obviously I'm not a clone (of him or my mother, appearances to the contrary).

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I checked out the new exhibit at the Nave Gallery: displacement.

It's . . . interesting.

So much modern art the accompanying explanatory text is really interesting concepts but the actual visual is kind of meh.  I was thinking about how I appreciate the artwork a lot more knowing what the artist is trying to do with it, and how this is true to some degree of so much visual art (I'm thinking of looking at paintings in art museums and checking the labels to see who the portrait is of), and then of course I think of all the pomo stuff about not privileging authorial intent.

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[Reconciling Convo] The Marla-Sean-Will room is filled up (they invited a guy from Conference) so Jeremy is starting Room 2 with Mark and Kirk.  Sharon's fairly certain that Michele has a wedding to go to and so can't go to Convo.  Trevanna really wants to go but hasn't (yet) been offered a permanent positiuon at her job, so she really doesn't wanna ask for days off.  So do I book my own room at the Holiday Inn (hello, WriterCon), or do I crash in their room (sleeping on carpeted floors is no problem for me, btw)?

Also: Trevanna's looking for a place to move into by September, so of course I suggested my house, but sher upper limit is $475/mo (with $350/mo being preferred -- she currently makes $9/hr).  Yeah, I wish her the best of luck (she's, obviously, looking at big multi-room apartments).  She said if she can't find anything and has to move her price range up she'll totally be in touch.

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Bunker Hill Day is tomorrow.

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Edit: Is that rain I hear outside? Whee! *loves on the cool breeze*