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Let's say that you have to describe Wapsi Square to someone who's never heard of it, but you think that they'll like it, are you prepared? What would you say?
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enmascarado on 2009.07.05 at 20:20
Trying to focus on the happier things, like a new ceiling fan in my bedroom and lettuce picked from the yard and Friday nights going aimlessly on bicycle.
Trying, but I'm still in a mood.
Trying, but I'm still in a mood.
What A Week(end)
Posted bydomynoe on 2009.07.05 at 21:06
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Really, it has been...something else. A few interesting updates, lots of excitement, and more running around in two days than any of us are accustomed to. And it's all actually the start of some major changes that are about to happen.
The one thing that didn't happen much at all was writing. 1147 total for the week. I did read quite a bit—finished the second book in the Cygnet omnibus (which is the first book in my McKillip Challenge books) and the first book in The Riddle-Master omnibus (and I've started the second). Just too tired and creatively drained to do anything else, a situation that's likely to continue until the edits I'm working on for another author are done (being paid, so they're a priority over everything else for now). As much as I love helping other authors (and I really do!), this suck of time is one of the reasons I stopped editing in the first place. :P
Anyway, I saw the doctor this past week. BP is down, not as much as he'd like so he put me on a water pill, but significantly down from when I saw him last. We are also dealing with my feet problems, and he took some toenail stuff to get started on that. The thing that shocked me though, was his attitude toward me losing weight. Remember, HE'S the one who ordered me to do so so my head wouldn't explode (my words). He didn't mention the loss itself (about 15 pounds), I did. Then I told him I was aiming to get down to 137, and he says he thinks "that's an unreasonable goal".
Um, what?
Then he says my build is larger boned. I told him when I was in my 20s, I weighed in at the 120s and had a bit of a pooch, and he was really surprised. He then goes on to tell me that he thinks I should aim for a 30-50 pound loss and be happy with that. I was so surprised, I was speechless. A DOCTOR was telling a patient to aim for a weight that will keep her OVER 200 POUNDS!? Even worse, he discourages her for aiming for a lower weight that would be healthier for her? I mean, 137, okay, I can see that possibly being a little too light at my age...MAYBE, and I'd honestly be happy with going down to 157. But I'm not a big-boned woman (I can see how my weight might hide the fact that I lean more towards smaller bones), and I'm not going to stay over 200 pounds if I can get below that. I don't see 137 as unreasonable. 120? Yes. 125? Maybe. 137? No. I know I'll eventually hit a point where things get harder, especially with the stresses coming up, but I'm going to go as far as my body will let me and is healthy.
And I'm quite a bit less impressed with this doctor now. :P
This weekend was filled with houses and family. We spent a few hours looking at 5 of the 8 houses we had on our look-see list. We would have seen more except the 5th house? Perfect. Had no offers. And is sooooo priced to sell. 6 bedrooms, 4 baths, absolutely GORGEOUS and spacious kitchen, maybe $5000 worth of work that needs to be done (seriously: garage door, one floor board/hole (REALLY small) in living room, some drywall, a little bit of tile, and one outside window casing). It really is an incredible, spacious, beautiful house. Price? $96k.
No, really.
Today we signed the bid paperwork to put in to the bank selling the house and wrote the earnest check. That should go in first thing in the morning, and we should hear in 48-72 hours if the bank will take the offer. The realtor doesn't see any reason why it shouldn't be accepted, and cautiously indicated that we'll actually be moving on to the next step: the financing stuff.
In other words, we're getting a house.
There are some weird circumstances about getting the house. First, this house wasn't on the market a week and a half ago; it was under contract. Then the guy buying it died. Two others made offers, but they were below the asking price (since we REALLY wanted this house, and it is probably already below market value, the realtor advised offering what they asked), and the bank rejected them. Finally, the lock code on the page the realtors use to get into houses was messed up (ours had to call the rep for the house to get in) and the keys so jammed in that it took some work to get them out so we could see the inside.
At any rate, since telling the kids about the house...they all want to come home. So tonight we had a BBQ and discussed some of the things going on, what we would expect, and a few other things. And now I think I'm crazy to bring them all back, but the older girls need help right now and can help with the payments while they live with us.
But, as you can see, it's been a crazy week(end)...oh, and by the way, finally saw Star Trek and went out to dinner with the husband. Next week, we'll be finding out about whether or not the bank will take the offer and start hunting for appropriate documents for the lender if they do, I have a mammogram, I'm still editing like a crazy woman, and we have to start cleaning house and packing up the unimportant items (my coffee mug collection, the husband's shot glass collection, CDs (husband has them all on his iPod), and some of the DVDs) and clearing the garage.
Crazy won't be going away for awhile.
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The one thing that didn't happen much at all was writing. 1147 total for the week. I did read quite a bit—finished the second book in the Cygnet omnibus (which is the first book in my McKillip Challenge books) and the first book in The Riddle-Master omnibus (and I've started the second). Just too tired and creatively drained to do anything else, a situation that's likely to continue until the edits I'm working on for another author are done (being paid, so they're a priority over everything else for now). As much as I love helping other authors (and I really do!), this suck of time is one of the reasons I stopped editing in the first place. :P
Anyway, I saw the doctor this past week. BP is down, not as much as he'd like so he put me on a water pill, but significantly down from when I saw him last. We are also dealing with my feet problems, and he took some toenail stuff to get started on that. The thing that shocked me though, was his attitude toward me losing weight. Remember, HE'S the one who ordered me to do so so my head wouldn't explode (my words). He didn't mention the loss itself (about 15 pounds), I did. Then I told him I was aiming to get down to 137, and he says he thinks "that's an unreasonable goal".
Um, what?
Then he says my build is larger boned. I told him when I was in my 20s, I weighed in at the 120s and had a bit of a pooch, and he was really surprised. He then goes on to tell me that he thinks I should aim for a 30-50 pound loss and be happy with that. I was so surprised, I was speechless. A DOCTOR was telling a patient to aim for a weight that will keep her OVER 200 POUNDS!? Even worse, he discourages her for aiming for a lower weight that would be healthier for her? I mean, 137, okay, I can see that possibly being a little too light at my age...MAYBE, and I'd honestly be happy with going down to 157. But I'm not a big-boned woman (I can see how my weight might hide the fact that I lean more towards smaller bones), and I'm not going to stay over 200 pounds if I can get below that. I don't see 137 as unreasonable. 120? Yes. 125? Maybe. 137? No. I know I'll eventually hit a point where things get harder, especially with the stresses coming up, but I'm going to go as far as my body will let me and is healthy.
And I'm quite a bit less impressed with this doctor now. :P
This weekend was filled with houses and family. We spent a few hours looking at 5 of the 8 houses we had on our look-see list. We would have seen more except the 5th house? Perfect. Had no offers. And is sooooo priced to sell. 6 bedrooms, 4 baths, absolutely GORGEOUS and spacious kitchen, maybe $5000 worth of work that needs to be done (seriously: garage door, one floor board/hole (REALLY small) in living room, some drywall, a little bit of tile, and one outside window casing). It really is an incredible, spacious, beautiful house. Price? $96k.
No, really.
Today we signed the bid paperwork to put in to the bank selling the house and wrote the earnest check. That should go in first thing in the morning, and we should hear in 48-72 hours if the bank will take the offer. The realtor doesn't see any reason why it shouldn't be accepted, and cautiously indicated that we'll actually be moving on to the next step: the financing stuff.
In other words, we're getting a house.
There are some weird circumstances about getting the house. First, this house wasn't on the market a week and a half ago; it was under contract. Then the guy buying it died. Two others made offers, but they were below the asking price (since we REALLY wanted this house, and it is probably already below market value, the realtor advised offering what they asked), and the bank rejected them. Finally, the lock code on the page the realtors use to get into houses was messed up (ours had to call the rep for the house to get in) and the keys so jammed in that it took some work to get them out so we could see the inside.
At any rate, since telling the kids about the house...they all want to come home. So tonight we had a BBQ and discussed some of the things going on, what we would expect, and a few other things. And now I think I'm crazy to bring them all back, but the older girls need help right now and can help with the payments while they live with us.
But, as you can see, it's been a crazy week(end)...oh, and by the way, finally saw Star Trek and went out to dinner with the husband. Next week, we'll be finding out about whether or not the bank will take the offer and start hunting for appropriate documents for the lender if they do, I have a mammogram, I'm still editing like a crazy woman, and we have to start cleaning house and packing up the unimportant items (my coffee mug collection, the husband's shot glass collection, CDs (husband has them all on his iPod), and some of the DVDs) and clearing the garage.
Crazy won't be going away for awhile.
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Don't forget! Wapsi Pics on Ebay ending SOON!
This video came from a eucalyptus cloud forest in San Francisco - it's cool and damp even in summer. The birds aren't visible, but they're certainly audible.
I don't know about you, but I'm the type of guy that can't just cook a simple omelet and call it breakfast. If I'm going to go through the trouble to do anything more than fry a sunny side up egg, I'm going all out. This generally means at least a 20-min trip to the store and back for fresh veggies, at least an hour of prep and cooking (homefries don't make themselves!), and the cooking of several meals before my own (if I'm cooking for me, I'm cooking for the lady and my roommate). This generally means that I don't cook breakfast too terribly often. Even still, sometimes I'm in the mood, and since quitting smoking, I've been in the mood a lot more. Today was one of those days.
As such, I present to you My Breakfast.
Om nom.
What did you eat for breakfast?
As such, I present to you My Breakfast.
- Three-egg omelet. Three cheese (cheddar, monterey jack, and swiss), bacon, avocado, and a mixture of sautéed onions, green bell peppers, and baby portobello mushrooms.
- My world-famous cajun homefries.
- Crisp maple bacon.
- Six-grain and pumpkin seed toast with strawberry preserve.
- Orange juice, coffee, and ice water.
Om nom.
What did you eat for breakfast?
Today there will be food and beer and cake at my house - a pleasant family day. Tonight, we will journey down to our favorite place to watch the local fireworks and much fun will be had there too. I love the fourth of July. I can remember, as a wee girl, sitting on the trunk of my grandparents' car to watch them - all those big beautiful fire blossoms. At the time - it was purely amazing. It still amazes me. I love it. It's shaping up to be a beautiful, if blissfully lazy, day. But - it's time to start the cake. I've promised CrazyHorse he can decorate it.
Here's the whole set. No one told me that flickr has built-in editing software. I cropped and brightened the solo photos to the best of my half-assed ability.
Oh, and let me stop you right now, I'm already performing this in public, with whatever random creepy dudes taking photos. So I'm not terribly worried about posting my own photos and making them readily available to the internet. Plus, with some of the stuff I've read and seen, I have a better sense of personal privacy than the average person.
Here are my favorites:
I've never looked so graceful! Except for the pastie poking out the top of my... top. Those are red and black dollar signs, by the way.
( Cut because I decided to take pity on your loading times... )
Oh, and let me stop you right now, I'm already performing this in public, with whatever random creepy dudes taking photos. So I'm not terribly worried about posting my own photos and making them readily available to the internet. Plus, with some of the stuff I've read and seen, I have a better sense of personal privacy than the average person.
Here are my favorites:
I've never looked so graceful! Except for the pastie poking out the top of my... top. Those are red and black dollar signs, by the way.
( Cut because I decided to take pity on your loading times... )
ravingglory on 2009.07.03 at 21:10
Not been online much. I'm still jet lagged which is showing up as falling asleep at dumb times, and not being very focused.
Am unpacked to the point of just having a few piles, and a stack of boxes (my books ect. shipped from Cam) to put away. Ordered a new computer desk. I hope this will make my back hurt less.
Been hanging out with Robert, and eating yummy food. So far had a burrito, Cheeseboard pizza, Thai food, and falafel.
Am unpacked to the point of just having a few piles, and a stack of boxes (my books ect. shipped from Cam) to put away. Ordered a new computer desk. I hope this will make my back hurt less.
Been hanging out with Robert, and eating yummy food. So far had a burrito, Cheeseboard pizza, Thai food, and falafel.
Because I'm at work, and I have nothing else to do.
I had my solo debut last night. I still have to upload those pictures. It went very well, even when I had trouble opening a shirt button. Uh, I really don't have much to say about that. Solo acts are easier than group acts cause I don't have to remember choreography, and no one knows if you fuck up, because no one else is doing it with you. Basically, as long as people see some T and A everything's fine.
People keep asking me if I get nervous about performing, or if getting semi-naked embarrasses me. No, to both. Okay, the choreography makes me nervous, because I am usually that doofy little kid at the dance recital who's spinning in the wrong direction, because I naturally do everything to the left (damn you, preschool teacher who forced me to be right handed). But hell, I get naked every day before I take a shower or go to bed. Ain't no thang but a chicken wing. It's amusing to be unclothed when everyone else isn't. Sure, I have body issues like every other girl, but I don't care about them as much. There are things I don't like, but overall, I'm pretty happy with my body. It does what it's supposed to.
I don't really feel anything at all about performing, until right before I get on stage and then I only care about whether or not I trip and fall. Or whether I can get everything off before the song ends. During my very first show, I got my bra hooked on my pasties, and I thought I was going to rip them off, which is more painful than horrifying, but it went well. I did start taking off my panties slightly too soon, but I caught myself before I went too far. However, it is very difficult to do the charleston with underwear around your knees.
It looks like all my perfectionist, creative energy is now going into this. I get to put my music snobbery into my song selections. I get to hunt down the perfect costume for each act (so many corsets and garters and panty and bra sets), and I did my own bedazzling by hand of my solo act underwear. Without a stencil! Oh, and the dancing. 10 years of nightclubs and parties come in real handy. I want to take more dance classes, like tango and house, but I'm also trying to learn all the old skool 60's dances. I may shanghai my mom into showing those to me. She's actually strangely supportive of this without acknowledging that I take off my clothes in clubs.
So, that's the quick and dirty version of what I keep myself occupied with these days. Pictures forthcoming, as I have no real interest in every running for public office. Also, I don't think I'm ever going to get tassel twirling down. Jumping up and down when you have huge tits really hurts.
I had my solo debut last night. I still have to upload those pictures. It went very well, even when I had trouble opening a shirt button. Uh, I really don't have much to say about that. Solo acts are easier than group acts cause I don't have to remember choreography, and no one knows if you fuck up, because no one else is doing it with you. Basically, as long as people see some T and A everything's fine.
People keep asking me if I get nervous about performing, or if getting semi-naked embarrasses me. No, to both. Okay, the choreography makes me nervous, because I am usually that doofy little kid at the dance recital who's spinning in the wrong direction, because I naturally do everything to the left (damn you, preschool teacher who forced me to be right handed). But hell, I get naked every day before I take a shower or go to bed. Ain't no thang but a chicken wing. It's amusing to be unclothed when everyone else isn't. Sure, I have body issues like every other girl, but I don't care about them as much. There are things I don't like, but overall, I'm pretty happy with my body. It does what it's supposed to.
I don't really feel anything at all about performing, until right before I get on stage and then I only care about whether or not I trip and fall. Or whether I can get everything off before the song ends. During my very first show, I got my bra hooked on my pasties, and I thought I was going to rip them off, which is more painful than horrifying, but it went well. I did start taking off my panties slightly too soon, but I caught myself before I went too far. However, it is very difficult to do the charleston with underwear around your knees.
It looks like all my perfectionist, creative energy is now going into this. I get to put my music snobbery into my song selections. I get to hunt down the perfect costume for each act (so many corsets and garters and panty and bra sets), and I did my own bedazzling by hand of my solo act underwear. Without a stencil! Oh, and the dancing. 10 years of nightclubs and parties come in real handy. I want to take more dance classes, like tango and house, but I'm also trying to learn all the old skool 60's dances. I may shanghai my mom into showing those to me. She's actually strangely supportive of this without acknowledging that I take off my clothes in clubs.
So, that's the quick and dirty version of what I keep myself occupied with these days. Pictures forthcoming, as I have no real interest in every running for public office. Also, I don't think I'm ever going to get tassel twirling down. Jumping up and down when you have huge tits really hurts.
What's *really* lurking in the sewers...
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urban_nature on 2009.07.02 at 20:47
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Disappointingly, they turned out to be colonies of tubifex worms - not invading alien blobs of DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Recorded in the afternoon in NE Minneapolis.
No one can crush, kill it, or take it
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busy
I'm alive, I'm well, I'm just crazy busy. Been out of the house every day again (although, really, it's still not as bad as last week) and have been focusing my time on that manuscript I'm being paid to edit, so I haven't been doing much else (managed maybe 1200 words of my own this week). Loud Twitter seems to be having its own issues, so even my tweets aren't showing up here. But I'm okay.
I do have stuff I eventually want to write about, especially since my follow up with the "you must lose weight" doctor was yesterday, I just haven't had the time. Maybe this weekend.
Better get going. Overslept again and need to get started on my day. And yes, I do have to go out again. Bleh.
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I do have stuff I eventually want to write about, especially since my follow up with the "you must lose weight" doctor was yesterday, I just haven't had the time. Maybe this weekend.
Better get going. Overslept again and need to get started on my day. And yes, I do have to go out again. Bleh.
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While pottering around in my garden this morning before it got too cold out there, I found a nest of these itty bitty teeny tiny little baby garden snails! They were all lined up along the leaves of one of my daffodils (which are coming up all over the place all of a sudden! It's MIDWINTER, for cryin' out loud!). Now normally any snail I find usually finds itself offered as sacrificial victim on the birdfeeder. These guys wreck utter havoc on my garden. Well I couldn't put BABIES up there now, could I! So, I took them inside, took some happy snaps and then yeah I know this is lame, but I let them go again. I know, I know. I have kept 6 so I can play a bit more with photography. Currently they are in a jar on the kicthen bench with some yummy yummy leaves to gnaw on. Hope you guys like the pics. Macro and I are FRIENDS!
Looks like every freeway in the world, really, doesn't it? :-)
( more slippery little suckers )
Looks like every freeway in the world, really, doesn't it? :-)
( more slippery little suckers )
ship2shore on 2009.07.01 at 22:57
My essay: The Uncertainty of Whiteness in The Proposal, is listed as an Editor's favorite over at Feministing.com Woo!
lady_yen in yangjiejie on 2009.07.01 at 23:46
Hello!
My friends and I are students from Moscow (Russia). We are going to Xi'an for summer classes of Chinese.
We get Beijing by plane, and then we need to take a train to Xi'an. Does anybody happen to know from which railway station trains to Xi'an leave? Or maybe anybody knows the website where we can see the train timetable?
TNX
My friends and I are students from Moscow (Russia). We are going to Xi'an for summer classes of Chinese.
We get Beijing by plane, and then we need to take a train to Xi'an. Does anybody happen to know from which railway station trains to Xi'an leave? Or maybe anybody knows the website where we can see the train timetable?
TNX
ENSMB is spending all of next weekend in recording sessions in Gloucester, and we could use crash space so we don't have to trek back and forth from Boston. If you know of anyone willing to put up any number of musicians, please let us know. We are friendly and make good house guests. ;)
we are spending all of next weekend in recording sessions in Gloucester, and we could use crash space so we don't have to trek back and forth from Boston. If you know of anyone willing to put up any number of musicians, please let us know. We are friendly and make good house guests. ;)
"Things do not happen. Things are made to happen."
-JFK
(Or rather JFK's speech writer)
-JFK
(Or rather JFK's speech writer)