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I keep banging my nose on private posts. 🙂
(my own, even, when I’m not logged in.)
Monthly Archives: October 2001
decades are a long time, believe it or not….
in other news, I’ve finished my pomegranite and the banana bread Carman and Karen brought in. yummy.
ponderings
Half the time I have something to write about I can’t figure out how to go about doing it. I’m not in the “writing” mood right now today, however, I am in the “having something written” mood, so I just can’t please myself. I just sat for about 20-something minutes trying to decide if I was gonna write anything or not, listening to Atom Heart Mother…I know it was twenty something minutes cause the song just ended…and trying to talk to myself in (cue freaky organs…) Crazy Anne Heche Speak like Celestia.. Sometimes I even understand what I’m saying. I’m not gay, nor am I crazy, though… just fun to simulate a fake self-language, in the style of hers.
This afternoon I was sitting in my chair, minding my own business, when out of nowhere I hear this quick pung! (midway between ping! and pong! I’m thinking). I have no idea what caused it, but I know it leapt from the parking lot outside…well, I think so.
Last night, after my sweetheart went to bed, I went out and bought groceries at Publix and purchased there a single unit of my favorite hard-to-find fruit. ( like others more, but it’s rare when I see these.) A pomegranate. I’ve spent the better part of today with my treat, picking out one tiny seeded juice sac at a time, sucking it through my teeth to get all luscious bits, and spitting out the seeds. I love pomegranates. This is my first in quite a while. I can’t seem to find them ever at the green grocer, or Winn Dixie, probably because I’m the only one who likes them. I suppose if we have to invent seedless grapes and seedless oranges… It’s too wet here to grow them locally, but they’re tasty.
Interestingly, the French word for pomegranate is grenade.
I may have a little kitchen experiment tonight, because I’ve stumbled upon a Middle Eastern/Turkish recipes website. I think I’ll make myself a slightly modified aijet beythat. That’s sautĂ©ed hard-boiled eggs (new to me) with butter, cinnamon, white pepper, paprika, and salt. It looks good!
ROAD-SONG OF THE BANDAR-LOG –Rudyard Kipling
HERE we go in a flung festoon,
Half-way up to the jealous moon!
Don’t you envy our pranceful bands?
Don’t you wish you had extra hands?
Wouldn’t you like if your tails were—so—
Curved in the shape of a Cupid’s bow?
Now you’re angry, but—never mind,
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!
Here we sit in a branchy row,
Thinking of beautiful things we know;
Dreaming of deeds that we mean to do,
All complete, in a minute or two—
Something noble and grand and good,
Won by merely wishing we could.
Now we’re going to—never mind,
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!
All the talk we ever have heard
Uttered by bat or beast or bird
Hide or fin or scale or feather
Jabber it quickly and all together!
Excellent! Wonderful! Once again!
Now we are talking just like men.
Let’s pretend we are . . . Never mind!
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!
This is the way of the Monkey-kind!
Then join our leaping lines that scumfish through the pines,
That rocket by where, light and high, the wild-grape swings.
By the rubbish in our wake, and the noble noise we make,
Be sure—be sure, we’re going to do some splendid things!
dishabille – how I am now, right before work.
dishabille dis-uh-BEEL, noun:
1. The state of being carelessly or partially dressed.
2. Casual or lounging attire.
3. An intentionally careless or casual manner.
Dishabille comes from French dĂ©shabiller, “to undress,” from dĂ©s-, “dis-” + habiller, “to clothe, to dress.”
For future reference, for me as well as everyone else out there who runs Windows 2000: a summary of every one of the approximately 100 services that run under Windows 2000 Server.
while you read that, I’m going to bed. got to get up early tomorrow, be to work by 10, if I can.
nigh night.
raindrops tapping on the window
I’m sitting here writing perl code and looking out of the window. The whole sky is this dull, uniform grey, it’s raining, and I’m thinking “wow. Rain is bizarre. Seriously! It’s stuff falling from the sky. If it were anything else except for water falling, there’d be mass panic. I mean, to get up into the sky, you need a big honking plane or a helicopter or something. It takes effort. It took humanity a few thousand years to get from ‘ug, sky big’ to balloons, and then another few centuries to planes. It takes work to get up there. Anything in the sky is serious stuff.
Apart from a lot of water, which we accept with complete equanimity.”
Now this wet, thick air is moving in over the city… enveloping the entire town in a wet, thick embrace, and mist is condensing on the outside of my window, since it’s maybe 10 degrees cooler inside than out. It’s a day which makes me pine for bed, the comfort of my love’s arms, soft talk and easy sleep.
Side note. When I was 13, my age *was* my shoe size.
found on
Due to the extreme drought in Florida, the following caution was issued:
The Florida Department of Fish and Wildlife is advising hikers, hunters, fishers, and golfers to take extra precautions and keep alert for alligators while in Bay, Seminole, Osceola, Polk, Brevard and Orange Counties.
They advise people to wear noise-producing devices such as little bells on their clothing to alert but not startle the alligators unexpectedly.
They also advise the carrying of pepper spray in case of an encounter with an alligator.
It is also a good idea to watch for fresh signs of alligator activity.
People should recognize the difference between small young alligator and large adult alligator droppings.
Young alligator droppings are smaller and contain fish bones and possibly bird feathers.
Adult alligators droppings have little bells in them and smell like pepper spray.
Protected: revised macro in module 1 of 3.
gimme an ‘N’!
Ummm… what is this?
*shudder*
I want good ol’ regular corn pops!!
ok… we need to have a set siesta time here in the USA.
that is all.
zugzwang & approbation
zugzwang TSOOK-tsvahng noun
A position where one is forced to make an undesirable move.
From German Zugzwang, Zug (move) + Zwang (compulsion, obligation).
approbation ap-ruh-BAY-shuhn, noun:
1. The act of approving; formal or official approval.
2. Praise; commendation.
Approbation is from Latin approbatio, from approbare, “to approve or cause to be approved,” from ap- (for ad-), used intensively + probare, “to make or find good,” from probus, “good, excellent, fine.”
Happy Birfday !!!
Hippo Bird day two ewes !!!
My drugs seem to be working, so I’m going to lay back down.
night night again!
ok, scarfed down 3 alieve, and am having some vanilla ice cream. let’s see if this takes.