| Sunday, November 8th, 2009 |
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| <em>(This classic Dave Barry column was originally published Aug. 12, 2001.)</em><br />North Dakota is talking about changing its name. I frankly didn't know you could do that. I thought states' names were decreed by the Bible or something. In fact, as a child I believed that when Columbus arrived in North America, the states' names were actually, physically, written on the continent, in gigantic letters, the way they are on maps. I still think this would be a good idea, because if an airplane's navigational system failed, the pilot could just look out the window and see exactly where the plane was. ("OK, there's a huge 'W' down there, so we're over Wyoming. Or, Wisconsin.") | ||||||
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| Saturday, November 7th, 2009 |
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catch me here, hereand heretoo. |
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| Friday, November 6th, 2009 |
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Drifting now, I've wet the bed with tears, a symphony; the highs and lows flow, relentless, calming. I'm not depressed, darling. I'm very impressed with this discordant harmony. I was always surprised that you loved me. ~ How is fire not alive? It breathes, it moves, it grows when fed. We are all pyrocidal, in our red wet hearts. |
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| Thursday, November 5th, 2009 |
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 A great hair day.  Hello Kitty Ice Packs!!! I was so thrilled when I found these at the store.  I decided to make a seashell "headpiece" to go along with my Halloween costume this year. I dressed up as a mermaid. This is the head band I picked up from the dollar store as well as some sea shells, and with the help of a glue gun, my sea shell tiara/crown/head-piece was created. I'm very proud of it!  Marnel helps me with my make-up, I want to be as lovely as her!  We go out.  Hang out.  Strike poses. |
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| Wednesday, November 4th, 2009 |
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i am so glad i've been doing meditation lately. these breathing exercises and mudras have been really invaluable in the seemingly endless moments of stress that keep engulfing me. humility. PATIENCE. peace and sincerity. dig my toes in, hold my ground. thrust my roots downward, inward, outward. only then will the flowers bloom, the fruit emerge. aaaand breathe. |
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| Sunday, November 1st, 2009 |
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Feeling the pull of sleepy, droney, textural music lately. Perhaps it's my attempt to attract autumn weather. These slow, billowing textures always evoke this weather for me, and being November, I think its time for a little chill. Right now, this moment, its a lovely mix of Steven R. Smith, Celer, Loren Dent, Machinefabriek, Elm, Mountains, and some good old Roy Montgomery. I almost forgot about that guy, but Scenes from the South Island is essential. |
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| <em>(This classic Dave Barry column was originally published Dec. 14, 2003.)</em><br />It's time once again for Keyboard Korner, the computer-advice column that uses simple, "jargon-free" terminology that even an idiot like you can grasp; the column that shows you how to "take command" of your personal computer, if necessary by reducing it to tiny smoking shards with a hatchet. | ||||||
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| Friday, October 30th, 2009 |
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EDIT: If you're reading this, our maintenance is OVER! The problem was not found on our equipment, which means we'll have to work with our ISP to fix this small problem -- which also means another maintenance window in the future -- but at least we have eliminated our side. Thank you everyone, and a special shout out to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} rekoil for giving me a great suggestion AND also the opportunity to feel like I've just called in to a local radio station.Have a great day, night or afternoon wherever you may be. --- Hi everyone, sorry for the late notice but I'm going to have to do some testing on 1 of our 4 internet circuits TONIGHT; Friday night or Saturday morning depending on which time zone you're in. Most of us shouldn't notice any impact, though there may be some slowness or lag when I switch traffic on to our other ISP circuits and then another hit when I stop the tests. If a page won't load or times out, try hitting refresh 1 or 2 times and it should load then. If it doesn't work at all... trust me, I'll be typing really really really fast to try to undo whatever I just did. Hopefully you'll have some Halloween candy (if you're in the USA and celebrate that kind of thing) nearby to take away the bitterness of a small site outage. :( Here's the handy-dandy Website That I Always Use to get a feel for when the maintenance will start in your area. Our site traffic historically dips on Friday afternoons until Saturday morning which is why we tend to pick this time for maintenance work. ( tech details ) status.livejournal.org will, of course be updated before and after the maintenance window. Or else marta will get mad at me. :Dbt |
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| Thursday, October 29th, 2009 |
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High winds, but still the lazy dark clouds of haze sprawl across the city... Yes, that is fall in Los Angeles! |
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| Wednesday, October 28th, 2009 |
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Taking note at this carelessness, how i always want to smoke when i think of dying how i always crave a drink when life seems worthless. all of the answers are found in ashtrays or rainbows and hope is a strung out leprechaun, every metaphor is an old man's cock or a rusty red playground slide, see none of it makes sense once you take away the lines. hot tea i coax myself back into line with. the principal of the elementary school laughed with me as inexperienced troublemakers squirmed and cried, begged not to be paddled. i had been whipped a thousand times and counting. those punishments i did not understand like now, why this smoke? and why this drink? and why this self injection into sad life? where everyone fights to get ahead, even me. all i want is to see, and to be played like a violin in that hand my eyes cannot wrap themselves around, i want to want only what is being whipped by fresh fruit, strawberries at the helm, cracking the leather across my loving, luminescent back, how i do love you, black fate, how i love the way you sever my mind, leaving only the weakness of these hands, the chisel the "fuck you" and the rind. hot tubes being penetrated. i imagine my lover prostrate desirous hands i recline, no more rainbows sing to me. only the african tumbleweeds that smell like prozac grace my view, it's reality sandwiches again, old in the fridge and there's nothing else to eat, the dharma is here to collect it's dues, my belly button offers no clues. |
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| Monday, October 26th, 2009 |
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| p.s. when i started writing that poem, i was trying to convey how i thought that what we really loved was not so much the "object of our affection," but actually the truth that we felt in feeling complete for a moment. and it's alright to love the object, the conduit that brings that clarity to you but it cannot be depended upon, because life is constant change, and the philosopher's stone is constant change. true alchemy is like kung fu, quick and stealthy like water and when we can flow WITH it, then we'll be true lovers in the truest sense and all of existence will be our lover, not one body or one window of consciousness(a person) that we get attached to because we saw heaven through their eyes at one point or another... | ||||
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