. . . . . entries for 23.7.08 . . . . .
HEY
I'm alive. The kids in my class are making websites, so I thought I'd attend to mine a little. We also had public speaking practice today with a bunch of poems - a lot of them from the Harlem Renaissance. It went really well. It will happen again! (But I have to find more good poems. A challenge indeed.)
How's life, Internet? It's been a while.
. . . . . entries for 20.7.08 . . . . .
Updates:
- Maximum Cat is unwell, apparently with a back problem of some kind, though no fracture is visible. He is on painkillers and is being isolated in one spot until he is somewhat better.
- I apparently changed and promptly forgot yet another password, this time for AIM. Sigh.
- Three weeks of SICM interning left, two of those in the classroom.
- Weekends never feel restful.
- FFXII has consumed my life, to the point at which I wonder if a mardu entite will show up when thunder rolls, and then wonder further: would I be too excited to fear for my life?
- Rapidly returning to a cynicism I espoused more in middle school than high school, but this time studied and at least somewhat rational; so much the worse.
- Not merely cynicism. Misanthropy.
- Seafood reminds me of being an environmentalist. To be environmentalist is, to me, to angst over one's diet, one's pastimes, and everything, down to one's exhalations of carbon dioxide.
- Corpses also emit CO2, but probably not as much as a living human does for 50 years or so.
- I don't think it's always this bad.
. . . . . entries for 14.7.08 . . . . .
. . . and then there's this.
:).
. . . . . entries for 7.7.08 . . . . .
Today is not a good day.
. . . . . entries for 2.7.08 . . . . .
Seriously, Facebook?
Quickpost this image to Myspace, Digg, Facebook, and others!Seriously?
Also: I appear to have changed and promptly forgotten my photobucket password. Shoot. Maybe I'll fiddle or remember it. . .
Do you think they're selling any of the Chinese algae bloom on eBay? If you're looking for creative birthday ideas. . . I'd love to own a piece of environmental history, even if it would dry up in a few days, even if its relatives are choking the life out of the ocean halfway around the world, even if it is evil. Suddenly the slow death of the Earthly environment has run into the Olympic games. Maybe people will notice the smell of algae rotting, the strain of breathing air with lower oxygen content as the decay consumes one gas and belches out another.
The news makes me want to shake everyone. "Don't you GET it?" That's the way my mom was about Bush and Iraq, before anything got to the mainstream news. I think people think we're nuts when we go off on stuff like this. We're not nuts.
I made a CD for work full of world songs - not love songs - to listen to while driving to and from work. Kein Liebeslied is on there, for instance - and so is this song by the Barenaked Ladies, that tends to make me cry ever since I developed the opinion that the refrain is addressed to God:
"Save me
from a villainous imagination.
Deliver me
from my friends.
If I said
something to make you mad,
I will take it back."
On some news network or other - I think an American one, not the BBC - they called the algae a plague. It's not a plague. God doesn't flood backyards with algae for kicks. We do that to ourselves - and not by warming up the oceans through some abstract, blame-sharing "emissions." We do it with runoff, with agriculture that sustains more human beings than the Earth can hold. Growing stuff and pouring fertilizer on it, yes, even if you turn that stuff into fuel, will only make matters worse.
To the sailors, it must seem like a funny inconvenience. Most newswatchers probably don't understand the full irony of the phrase "green olympics." Two feet of algae, several thousand square miles. Its decay would have killed everything it touched.
Humanity: you aren't that stupid. You must, then, be that selfish. You must care about your children that little. You must hate me. I don't know what I did, but if I said something to make you mad. . . depending on what it was, maybe I'll take it back.
come home?
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she looks like the real thing
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out and about
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THIS IS AMERICA
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stop being depressed
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other
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eating knowledge
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my dm
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are you reading this?
[olga]
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[messiah dan]
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{max}
approach focus
[natalie]
wait a minute
[susan]
solitude
{greg}
manbeargreg
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turtles! turtles! by araglas
(heavily modified by yours truly)