April 13th, 2008


one of these days I will have Subject Lines again

I got about 9 hours of sleep last night.

However, I did not get my lunch with Terry, as he had some family emergency (what else is new?).  He said we'll talk some time this week, and it occurred to me later that I don't actually have day plans for next Saturday, so in theory I could come out again.  (I could take the train out Saturday morning, have lunch with him, spend the afternoon with my parents or reading a book or something, go with my mom to Susan's seder, and then take the train home from Brookline Village.)

My mom offered to take me to lunch, so we (my mom and my dad and I) went to Taso's -- this Greek place by Norwood Airport.  'Twas good.  I had mozzarella sticks appetizers and spanikopita which was one big wrap.  I actually ended up taking some leftovers to go -- so we definitely didn't get dessert (baklava, Richardson's ice cream, etc.).  Sadness.  My mom suggested it as an option for my and my brother's birthday celebration this summer.

Lunch was so quiet.  Friday, Cailin and a bunch of us FA's went to Border Cafe, and I always forget how noisy that place is, plus of course with five people there were multiple conversations going on.  Whereas this place wasn't jampacked and all the people who were there were subdued, and my parents and I aren't compulsively chatty.

I had expected it to be cool and rainy and suspected my choice to pack a t-shirt ("Smith College: A Tradition Of Women In Exciting Positions") was ill-advised, but the whole time I was in Norwood I had my sweatshirt tired around my waist.  Warm weather often makes me wary ('cause hot and humid weather makes me miserable, so warm weather indicates to me a prelude to that), but I did have moments of that sense of there being an alive-ness in the air, and I can see how that's appealing to people.  (Yes I was totally a bit envious when I kept hearing about the Midwest or wherever getting all this snow these past couple weeks.)

There were dark clouds when I left my parents' house, and walking home, I saw rain drops falling ahead of me.  For a bit it actually felt like I was traveling "between" the raindrops.  I puttered on the computer for about a half an hour after I got home, and when I went to the laundromat there was sunny blue sky with white clouds.  When I went to the grocery store while my clothes were in the dryer, it started raining a little bit, and when I walked home it started really raining hard -- I think it really did increase in intensity as I left the parking lot . . . and began petering out even before I got home (so we're talking like three minutes of heavy rain).  Oh summer thunderstorms.

It was so good to see Jessie at Layna's party :)  We cuddle piled on the couch with Cat and Sylvia during Apples to Apples.
    There was some conversation during one of the rounds that kept escalating and at one point Jessie turned to me and asked, "Are you traumatized?" and then remembered that I don't traumatize easily (no that is not an invitation to try).  I said I was mentally taking notes to post to LiveJournal.  I totally don't remember what the content of the conversation was, though.  Can anyone remind me?  [Edit: Thank you, Jessie, for reminding me that it was the conversation which had Peter saying, "I'd spoon Santa," and escalating from there.]
    Anthony was the judge for "Heartless" -- which got a great hand of responses.  I loved that in stating that "Hitler" did not win, he mentioned that it invokes Godwin's Law.  (What ultimately won was "Gallbladder.")
    I don't remember who was the judge for "Creepy," but the Final Two were "Barbed Wire" and "Alfred Hitchcock."  Peter said, "Tetanus or black-and-white films?"
    I gave Rebecca "Refreshing" for "Getting a Hug" and Alexis "Creative" for "Salads" (Alexis also won "Desperate" for "The Titanic").  Jessie won the game by winning "Best."  That was around midnight, and most of the remaining partygoers dispersed -- though it took me a while to make my way out as I'm often an inertia sort of a person, especially when I'm tired.

My alcohol for the night: I had a Raspberry UFO beer which turned out to be a Hefeweizen.  I approve.  (I also had Reisling in a plastic cup.)


via pirateygoodness: Tricia Helfer with William Shatner on The Tonight Show with Jay Leno

via friendsfriends [trollprincess]: the sweetest porn story ever -- and if you click on the original entry (the first link goes to the metaquotes entry), it ends:
During the entire month of April, I am blogging for RAINN (Rape And Incest National Network) in support of National Sexual Assault Awareness and Prevention Month. At least once a week (but probably more often), I'll be posting about sex in some way, shape or form, as part of a contest through the Grassroots Blogger Book Marketing Campaign. While I'm doing this, if you could please donate to RAINN so that they may continue the work that they're doing, I would appreciate it. When doing so, if you would mention "GBBMC:08" and "chowyunsmut" in the "In Honour Of" box, it will help them track my posts and the donations that said posts generate. Yes, I am eligible to win prizes, but really, I'm doing this to raise money for RAINN. Every little bit helps.
moon house

[CWM] Fourth Sunday of Easter [2008-04-13]

Moment of Meditation

"I am Yours and with You I want not.
You throw out to me a rope and
the name of the rope is Love and
You draw me to where the grass is green
and the water not dangerous,
and I eat and lie down and am satisfied.
Sometimes my heart is very weak and falls down but,
You lift me up gain and draw me into a good road.
Your name is WONDERFUL."
    -Isabel Crawford

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Over dinner, Jeremy told us that he'd reached a new level in masculinity -- he stared down a guy who was bigger than him who wanted to punch him in the face.  During one of the quiet moments, Chelsea informed us that it was a middle schooler.  It was a legit story, though -- eighth grade dance at Jeremy's church, a boy and his girlfriend get in a fight and the boy throws the girl against the wall, Jeremy's like "Yeah no" and starts coming down the stairs to where they are, the boy's all "I'm gonna break you" and even two steps below Jeremy he was taller than Jeremy.  After Jeremy finished his story, Sean talked about him and Will.  I turned to Carolyn and said, "I have the best church."

I'm stoked that Carolyn (and her partner) is likely moving to the Davis Square area for next year -- she's doing her field whatever at Harvard-Epworth, CWM is in Davis Square, and her partner's big into comics and gaming ... so she'll just commute to BU and they'll have their lives based here.


After dinner was "General What?" -- a PowerPoint presentation thanks I think to Karen Oliveto.  Collapse )
professional me, self

tomorrow's Monday?

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
-1 Corinthians 13:1-3 (NIV)
It's easy for me to get indignant bordering on self-righteous about how self-professed Christians don't act with love, but I'm totally a misanthropic self-centered h8er, so it's good to be reminded that I, too, am called to act with love in all things.


Off friendsfriends a while back I saw an excerpt from Rilke's Letters to a Young Poet (translated by Stephen Mitchell), which I am further excerpting here:
How could we forget those ancient myths that stand at the beginning of all races, the myths about dragons that at the last moment are transformed into princesses? 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.

Unexpected good things from today:

I ordered a used copy of the CD "Home" by Blessid Union of Souls so I could rip the tracks (I already own it on cassette from back in the day, but the local library network doesn't have it on CD) and when it arrived, what was inside the case was "Walk Right Back: The Everly Brothers, on Warner Bros. 1960-1969."  I sent an e-mail informing the seller of this, but didn't feel optimistic.  However, I got a very prompt reply: "Hello Elizabeth, Sorry about the mix up! I've got another copy of the cd. I'll send it tomorrow, if that's acceptable to you. I apologize for the inconvenience."

Around 10pm, OriginalRoomie said she knew I'm often heading to bed around then (ha ha, I wish) and did I want to use the bathroom before she hopped in the shower.


fryadvocate says: "This is the Trufax meme. You leave your name and everyone can comment with true facts about you. Including true facts that are... not true." I'm here.


Poll #1170736 "ogle"

How do you pronounce "ogle"?

rhymes with "goggle"
rhymes with "Google"
first syllable rhymes with "oh"

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My hair's hitting my shoulderblades.  I've been considering growing it out, but I think that's probably a bad idea.  Jessie's hair looks super-hot, though I'm not sure I could pull off hair quite that short with my round face.

I'm also considering getting new eyeglasses -- thick dark rimmed rectangular frames.  I'm really no good at discerning what kind of stuff looks good on me.

And I need to look into summer shoes, because Thursday reminded me that ankle boots are not good summer wear.