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Ever since Eowyn & I went to france 2 years ago (almost exactly! wow...) I have been craving socca, which I had assumed was not possible to make sans brick oven, and that included some elusive mediterranean ingredient not available to me. I was wrong! I found the recipe to make it! And the esoteric piece of cooking equipment necessary (12-inch oven-proof skillet) is in my house, currently covered with delicious socca crumbs. Madhur Jaffrey's World Vegetarian, page 40, thank you, from the bottom of my socca-licious heart!
Housemate love!
16 May 2006 01:01I just sort of failed at an experiment in trying to live up to unattainable standards of white American beauty (read: waxing my 'stache). Tomorrow: paying someone else to do it. But my housemate E. told me that one thing he loves about me is my ability to show the political-ness of *anything*, a characteristic he shares and has gotten crap from several ex-girlfriends for (and that I have gotten crap from at least one current husband for). We are both a pain to watch movies with. I totally ruin movies for myself and others by pointing out the lack of ANY female characters in Yellow Submarine. etc., etc. But I think that doing something painful to look more like a girl-child/hairless WASP is a pretty obvious political thing, after all, Hothead Paisan takes on the Spritch Aisle. But secretly, waxing it was sort of fun/satisfying. Hating something attached to my face every time I see it in the mirror takes a lot out of you after a while. And ripping it out from the roots is *way* more satisfying than bleaching it an unnatural piss-yellow. Now I want to go to one of those places where an anorexic-thin woman with an exotic accent who would faint if she saw my hairy legs does it brusqely!
The point here is that it takes a lot more energy and probably money too to transform society or at least my own view of it so that I DIDN'T hate the way my 'stache looks than to do this. And there are bigger feminist battles to fight anyway. Identity politics is so 90s, right? I get sick of being a such a damn purist after a while.
The point here is that it takes a lot more energy and probably money too to transform society or at least my own view of it so that I DIDN'T hate the way my 'stache looks than to do this. And there are bigger feminist battles to fight anyway. Identity politics is so 90s, right? I get sick of being a such a damn purist after a while.
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13 May 2006 23:12I got the first call about the birth that i was on-call for Wednesday night. I got back from the hospital this morning*. So if anyone has anything they want or need from me, get back to me in a week. That said, birth is awesome, and being a doula is like being a modern feminist cowboy.
*This statement is slightly misleading. I had a solid chunk of Thursday night asleep at home, though somehow it was barely a drop in the renewal bucket.
*This statement is slightly misleading. I had a solid chunk of Thursday night asleep at home, though somehow it was barely a drop in the renewal bucket.
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26 April 2006 04:21A quick heads-up to let all my friends know that I got elected (unopposed, yeah, yeah) to be the Treasurer of the Progressive Democrats of Somerville. This is extremely exciting for me, in spite of my lack of exclamation points.
In other political news, if you are in Davis Square this weekend, and are a registered democrat in the state of Massachusetts, and you see a guy runnging a table to support John Bonifaz for Secretary of State, please walk up to the table and sign the paper to get him on the ballot.
In other political news, if you are in Davis Square this weekend, and are a registered democrat in the state of Massachusetts, and you see a guy runnging a table to support John Bonifaz for Secretary of State, please walk up to the table and sign the paper to get him on the ballot.
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28 March 2006 02:11Uck. I don't know whose idea it was for me to become lil' miss self-employed (am I now lil' ms. self-employed since I married Jake? or did I take his name and become Mrs. Grad Student Stipend? I don't think I did that somehow...) but financial record-keeping is an amazing pain in the ass. Some fun facts:
-this year I spent $222.48 at Bob Slate in business-expensables. I love Bob Slate. I would be Mrs. Bob Slate if that were even possible.
-I have no idea how much was spent on car-related expenses in the past year and have no idea where those records are because I don't pay them.
-I finally grossed a 5-digit number this year! Barely...
-I am officially (sorta, almost, without aforementioned car data included) in the black this year for the first time EVAR! Working at MTI helped a lot...
-Excel and alcohol do NOT mix.
-I put up exactly 100 posters today around Cambridge and MIT.
Oh! One other fun not-financially-relevant fact is that I attended another birth last Wednesday! It was awesome, and I learned that when baby boys are born they have disproportionately large testicles. Nobody believes me.
Also, I have discovered a new person-you-could-end-up-stuck-talking-to at a party, by being that person: the person who enthusiastically pimps the Diva Cup/Keeper and also talks in detail about all things vag. I'm not sure how I feel about being this person, but it seems like it may have been inevitable. Besides, someone has to spread the Good Word about the Diva Cup. Last night I wanted to make a Diva Cup little mini-comic to distribute. That would involve having free time though.
-this year I spent $222.48 at Bob Slate in business-expensables. I love Bob Slate. I would be Mrs. Bob Slate if that were even possible.
-I have no idea how much was spent on car-related expenses in the past year and have no idea where those records are because I don't pay them.
-I finally grossed a 5-digit number this year! Barely...
-I am officially (sorta, almost, without aforementioned car data included) in the black this year for the first time EVAR! Working at MTI helped a lot...
-Excel and alcohol do NOT mix.
-I put up exactly 100 posters today around Cambridge and MIT.
Oh! One other fun not-financially-relevant fact is that I attended another birth last Wednesday! It was awesome, and I learned that when baby boys are born they have disproportionately large testicles. Nobody believes me.
Also, I have discovered a new person-you-could-end-up-stuck-talking-to at a party, by being that person: the person who enthusiastically pimps the Diva Cup/Keeper and also talks in detail about all things vag. I'm not sure how I feel about being this person, but it seems like it may have been inevitable. Besides, someone has to spread the Good Word about the Diva Cup. Last night I wanted to make a Diva Cup little mini-comic to distribute. That would involve having free time though.
A week ago I started to knit again, and taught myself to purl from a book almost exactly 20 years after I learned how to knit. I am making a scarf out of yarn that is so expensive that it makes me laugh out loud. But I'm being all Skinner on myself, rewarding myself for doing good things, which seems to work really well. "Buy any yarn I want for a small knitting project" was my reward for 4 hours of corporate chair massage in Burlington at a price I couldn't refuse. Anyway, I dig knitting and it gets me off of windows solitaire so I actually save my wrists considerably this way so far. Happy Valentines Day! Mine was happy because I got to go cross-country skiing 2 days in a row.
Recommended: the fire roads that weave through the Middlesex fells starting at the sheepfold. As long as you avoid rocky trails or the skyline trail or something it is awesome and kind of fun to be skiing in the woods next to 93.
Not Recommended: Walden Pond. Beautiful, fun, but not worth paying for parking and the wire fences on either side of the skinny trail were annoying because they kept snagging my poles until I just stopped using my poles and let them hang at my sides, and they were hair-raising going down hills. Usually when I am going down a hill it is exhilerating, fun, with a little bit of don'tfalldon'tfall. But with the rusty fence, it was more of an EEK!DON'T FALL AND GET TETANUS/BLINDED sort of experience. Not worth $5.
Places I want to try:
-the place lakmeiseru took me last year
-Mass Ave during a blizzard
-Lynn Woods
-anyplace else anyone can think of that is not a commercial skiing establishment that one has to pay to use.
Recommended: the fire roads that weave through the Middlesex fells starting at the sheepfold. As long as you avoid rocky trails or the skyline trail or something it is awesome and kind of fun to be skiing in the woods next to 93.
Not Recommended: Walden Pond. Beautiful, fun, but not worth paying for parking and the wire fences on either side of the skinny trail were annoying because they kept snagging my poles until I just stopped using my poles and let them hang at my sides, and they were hair-raising going down hills. Usually when I am going down a hill it is exhilerating, fun, with a little bit of don'tfalldon'tfall. But with the rusty fence, it was more of an EEK!DON'T FALL AND GET TETANUS/BLINDED sort of experience. Not worth $5.
Places I want to try:
-the place lakmeiseru took me last year
-Mass Ave during a blizzard
-Lynn Woods
-anyplace else anyone can think of that is not a commercial skiing establishment that one has to pay to use.
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6 February 2006 21:35Went running *successfully* for the first time in weeks tonight, where success is defined as not having to turn around after 5 minutes because of debilitating cramps. I don't know why it is exactly that I am and have always been one of the top 3 unathletic people I know. I'm getting tired of it tho. And I like the way when I can get up a sufficient level of cardiovascular whatever, I am able to do more massage without hurting my hands. But maybe that's just about having less time to play Solitaire. Anyway, VICTORY IS MINE, however small it is. Not eating within 3 hours of going running seems to help. Peristaltastic!
In other news...
2 February 2006 05:53I made it onto the Ward 5 Democratic Party Convention-Going Deval Patrick Slate! (as an alternate...) Anyway, those of you who were registered Dems in Ward 5 of Somerville as of Dec. 31st, PLEASE come to the VNA this saturday at 9:45 am to vote for me! It is imperative to be on time as they LOCK the FUGGEN DOORS at 10 am.
Also it seems that I will not be going on total leave of absence at work. I will still be working Wednesday evening. This is a relief and awesome, and is the best possible chunk of time carpool-wise.
Also it seems that I will not be going on total leave of absence at work. I will still be working Wednesday evening. This is a relief and awesome, and is the best possible chunk of time carpool-wise.
For pointing me at Pandora. I already knew that narrative was very important to me (some of you know more about that than others...) and that I'm culturally a (reforming!) judgemental jerk, but I didn't know I decide what music I like so much on the basis of a) the coolness of the person who recommended it to me b) how cool/feminist/whatever the band is. And that I almost never hear music removed from some context, whether it is a concert/show, where I can judge coolness based on the venue and other concert-goers, or a radio station with a particular format or indie status, or another person playing it for me. Pandora is neat because it forces me to decide whether I like something based on like, no information, and it presents me with an ongoing stream of things to like or not like. So cool! I started with the song "He Took Her To A Movie" by Ladytron.
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28 January 2006 03:05/me stops holding breath
I applied for the new job I think I might really want. I might be really disillusioned though. We'll see. But just getting up the chutzpah to apply for it and de-rustify my resume and bang together a cover letter, well, that's really hard for me to do is all.
Also, happy birthday party to me!
I applied for the new job I think I might really want. I might be really disillusioned though. We'll see. But just getting up the chutzpah to apply for it and de-rustify my resume and bang together a cover letter, well, that's really hard for me to do is all.
Also, happy birthday party to me!
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25 January 2006 01:12In other news today, I am temporarily relieved from my job at the Professional Therapy Center. Not because of anything I did or because I am a bad massage therapist, but because they hired too many people too quickly to fill the new space, and forgot that it is harder to get clients at a new location and that the old neighborhood-clients wouldn't trek out to watertown for a massage because it is far away. Part timers (like me), newbies, and those who don't get enough bookings are being temporarily (who knows how long?) taken off the schedule until the clinic gets busier. Well, I guess I can have lots of time to focus on my practice now anyway...
I don't usually use this space to complain or feel sorry for myself, but this feels like being dumped by someone I love. I will miss seeing my co-workers, and I feel awkward that none of the people I'm friends with at work are on the cut-list. I don't know whether to believe that I'll get my job back ever or not, even though my boss told me that this is NOT just a polite way of firing us.
Also, there's scary money problems that I have now determined there is no good way to write about on lj.
I don't usually use this space to complain or feel sorry for myself, but this feels like being dumped by someone I love. I will miss seeing my co-workers, and I feel awkward that none of the people I'm friends with at work are on the cut-list. I don't know whether to believe that I'll get my job back ever or not, even though my boss told me that this is NOT just a polite way of firing us.
Also, there's scary money problems that I have now determined there is no good way to write about on lj.
I swear that my printer is saying "Hasbro, Hasbro, Hasbro" with every stroke of its little ink cartridge. It is entirely possible that I am up way too late, but I had several software-related moments of light and beauty.
Moment 1: I learned that in Adobe Reader you can, in a limited way, copy text and images and paste them into programs where you can edit them!
This was sheer amazement on my part. I alway thought that acrobat files were written in stone for those of us who don't pay money for (or otherwise have access to)Adobe Acrobat proper. But no! I can dig into the really nice pregnancy massage brochure that a graphic artist made me that still needed small changes but then her computer crashed and I crashed with indecision as to how I wanted things different. But lo! I can pop it into Microsoft Publisher and twiddle to my heart's content! This was the really big moment, and I wouldn't still be up if it weren't for it.
Moment 2: I learned how to format text in Microsoft Publisher so that you can see the pretty background through it.
I am amazed that it took me this long to figure that out, but I hate talking to the damn paperclip. All my friends will hate me, but I'll be honest and say that the paperclip is growing on me. Very occasionally he has answers to my questions and is smart enough to understand what I'm trying to say that he presents me with the right answer.
The end result is that I have 3 printed copies of the brochure that are way better than they were before. I'm not totally happy with them, but the writing sounds more like me in some places and less dry and bossy. Anyone who wants a copy sent to them for perusal I am happy to give you one. But no more male scientist/engineer-types who will read it like it is a scientific article. Sorry. You are all my friends, but sadly you are not my target market. Also, your demographic has spoken already (hence I cite the research I use to make my claims, which no other massage therapist I know does.)
Moment 1: I learned that in Adobe Reader you can, in a limited way, copy text and images and paste them into programs where you can edit them!
This was sheer amazement on my part. I alway thought that acrobat files were written in stone for those of us who don't pay money for (or otherwise have access to)Adobe Acrobat proper. But no! I can dig into the really nice pregnancy massage brochure that a graphic artist made me that still needed small changes but then her computer crashed and I crashed with indecision as to how I wanted things different. But lo! I can pop it into Microsoft Publisher and twiddle to my heart's content! This was the really big moment, and I wouldn't still be up if it weren't for it.
Moment 2: I learned how to format text in Microsoft Publisher so that you can see the pretty background through it.
I am amazed that it took me this long to figure that out, but I hate talking to the damn paperclip. All my friends will hate me, but I'll be honest and say that the paperclip is growing on me. Very occasionally he has answers to my questions and is smart enough to understand what I'm trying to say that he presents me with the right answer.
The end result is that I have 3 printed copies of the brochure that are way better than they were before. I'm not totally happy with them, but the writing sounds more like me in some places and less dry and bossy. Anyone who wants a copy sent to them for perusal I am happy to give you one. But no more male scientist/engineer-types who will read it like it is a scientific article. Sorry. You are all my friends, but sadly you are not my target market. Also, your demographic has spoken already (hence I cite the research I use to make my claims, which no other massage therapist I know does.)
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11 January 2006 01:502 cool things discovered today.
-My shortcut keyboard on which none of the shortcuts work, will pop up a calculator if I push the volume down button. Which is way more useful than you'd think.
-Denise Provost, democratic primary winner of the special election today (yup! that's right folks, there's gonna be a *real* election on Feb. 7th. The republicans aren't running anyone, but please still go vote anyway.) gives really good hugs. I think that all elected officials should be held to this standard.
-My shortcut keyboard on which none of the shortcuts work, will pop up a calculator if I push the volume down button. Which is way more useful than you'd think.
-Denise Provost, democratic primary winner of the special election today (yup! that's right folks, there's gonna be a *real* election on Feb. 7th. The republicans aren't running anyone, but please still go vote anyway.) gives really good hugs. I think that all elected officials should be held to this standard.
I just found out that Grand Opening is officially dead for over a week now. I have a love-hate relationship with this information.
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8 January 2006 04:33On a spaz note, I have now sliced BOTH the medial and lateral sides of my right pinky this week. Having cuts on your hand is 5 times more annoying when you are a massage therapist, because it means wearing the ucky gloves when you work.
On a good note, I have downloaded stickies and itunes for my computer this week, thus making my computer more like jake's (and thus, good). Also, my hair was extremely shiny and flat today, but in that good way that it so rarely achieves.
On a disappointing note, I discovered that Quicken sucks. Quicken is like the software equivalent of the guy who says that he knows what all women want, come over here sugar, I know how to please a woman. It is frustrating, stupid and can't take no for an answer and doesn't ever shut up about how great it is and how much you'll like it. My finances feel assaulted, sore, and scoffed at.
Tomorrow (today) I have initial meetings set up with two potential doula clients (which makes me nervous) AND I'm getting my nose ring swapped for a flat blue shiny stud (which makes me happy).
On a good note, I have downloaded stickies and itunes for my computer this week, thus making my computer more like jake's (and thus, good). Also, my hair was extremely shiny and flat today, but in that good way that it so rarely achieves.
On a disappointing note, I discovered that Quicken sucks. Quicken is like the software equivalent of the guy who says that he knows what all women want, come over here sugar, I know how to please a woman. It is frustrating, stupid and can't take no for an answer and doesn't ever shut up about how great it is and how much you'll like it. My finances feel assaulted, sore, and scoffed at.
Tomorrow (today) I have initial meetings set up with two potential doula clients (which makes me nervous) AND I'm getting my nose ring swapped for a flat blue shiny stud (which makes me happy).
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7 January 2006 03:45I don't have that much to say but I thought I hadn't said anything for a while other than memes et al. Good things in the past week:
-Phonebanking for Denise Provost for State Rep. She rules, and her call-lists rule. I got to call and leave messages for former housemates, my favorite yoga teacher, and cthulia. Sadly none of them were actually home to talk to. Anyway, if anyone wants to know why I am pro-Denise Provost and anti-Elizabeth Moroney in spite of what NARAL mailings have been telling you, I can explain it in small words by request. I feel lucky to live in a district where the candidate that I am NOT voting for is on the board at Mass NARAL.
-Being back at work, cranking rustily up to speed after the holidays is nice. I feel ready to do lots of work.
-Getting some of my website fixed by the spokesexboyfriend. Go to www.abiharper.com and check out my new intake form! Doesn't it make you want to fill it out and make an appointment to come in for a massage this month? Also look at the happy smiling healing-looking picture of me on the "about Abi" page! Don't you want a massage from that nice looking person?
-Reading The Almond, which is thus-far the best erotica novel I've read, and it's all Islamic and stuff, which is interesting and stuff, but mostly means that reading it is not boring because I don't already know all of the language and metaphor and whatever, which is my usual problem with erotica, that it doesn't tend to provide me with anything new. Also, it is really frank about things in a way that makes me happy. Also, this one has a perspective about daily meticulous hygiene that had never been made to me before in so many words that is more compelling to me than any other that I've heard. So if I've been smelling better the past week, that's why. If you'd never noticed my lack of meticulous hygiene, forget you read anything about it. Anyway, I'm about halfway through, and I find this book to be a must-read. You probably will too. It's pretty hot.
-Getting a band recommendation from aforementioned spokesexboyfriend (god he's useful!) for Ladytron, which I had been reading reviews of in Bitch and Bust forever, but sadly, I need to hear I would like a band from someone I know, because I'm not good at decoding album reviews to figure out if it's something I'd like. I always guess wrong -- it's uncanny. But anyway, Ladytron has been rocking my last 24 hours or so. They just make me happy. I think that now that I know that skaad writes music reviews for Bitch, she should end them with whether I would like them or not. That'll enhance my personal subscription rate anyway. Did I mention that over christmas I discovered I have a highschool friend who writes music reviews for Bitch? How friggin cool am I? (answer: not as cool as her)
-I had a weird dream featuring a hot-dog salesman/performance artist.
-Getting back to Ladytron, I've been inspired to learn to do rock-star/clubbing-type eye makeup. I think it might just make me look sick though.
SOMETHING I NEED REQUEST TO THE COMMUNITY:
-someone who is local that I like who is significantly shorter than me (about 5' or so) and a bit portly. My jewish grandmother would be perfect. Basically, I have this brand new pair of non-returnable really nice silk long underwear that is too short and too wide for me and it's just sitting there looking for the perfect home. It is a delightful shade of light blue, from ll bean. I would love it if only it fit, and I have a feeling that somewhere is someone who normally has a hard time finding long underwear that is short enough for them who this was really made for.
-Phonebanking for Denise Provost for State Rep. She rules, and her call-lists rule. I got to call and leave messages for former housemates, my favorite yoga teacher, and cthulia. Sadly none of them were actually home to talk to. Anyway, if anyone wants to know why I am pro-Denise Provost and anti-Elizabeth Moroney in spite of what NARAL mailings have been telling you, I can explain it in small words by request. I feel lucky to live in a district where the candidate that I am NOT voting for is on the board at Mass NARAL.
-Being back at work, cranking rustily up to speed after the holidays is nice. I feel ready to do lots of work.
-Getting some of my website fixed by the spokesexboyfriend. Go to www.abiharper.com and check out my new intake form! Doesn't it make you want to fill it out and make an appointment to come in for a massage this month? Also look at the happy smiling healing-looking picture of me on the "about Abi" page! Don't you want a massage from that nice looking person?
-Reading The Almond, which is thus-far the best erotica novel I've read, and it's all Islamic and stuff, which is interesting and stuff, but mostly means that reading it is not boring because I don't already know all of the language and metaphor and whatever, which is my usual problem with erotica, that it doesn't tend to provide me with anything new. Also, it is really frank about things in a way that makes me happy. Also, this one has a perspective about daily meticulous hygiene that had never been made to me before in so many words that is more compelling to me than any other that I've heard. So if I've been smelling better the past week, that's why. If you'd never noticed my lack of meticulous hygiene, forget you read anything about it. Anyway, I'm about halfway through, and I find this book to be a must-read. You probably will too. It's pretty hot.
-Getting a band recommendation from aforementioned spokesexboyfriend (god he's useful!) for Ladytron, which I had been reading reviews of in Bitch and Bust forever, but sadly, I need to hear I would like a band from someone I know, because I'm not good at decoding album reviews to figure out if it's something I'd like. I always guess wrong -- it's uncanny. But anyway, Ladytron has been rocking my last 24 hours or so. They just make me happy. I think that now that I know that skaad writes music reviews for Bitch, she should end them with whether I would like them or not. That'll enhance my personal subscription rate anyway. Did I mention that over christmas I discovered I have a highschool friend who writes music reviews for Bitch? How friggin cool am I? (answer: not as cool as her)
-I had a weird dream featuring a hot-dog salesman/performance artist.
-Getting back to Ladytron, I've been inspired to learn to do rock-star/clubbing-type eye makeup. I think it might just make me look sick though.
SOMETHING I NEED REQUEST TO THE COMMUNITY:
-someone who is local that I like who is significantly shorter than me (about 5' or so) and a bit portly. My jewish grandmother would be perfect. Basically, I have this brand new pair of non-returnable really nice silk long underwear that is too short and too wide for me and it's just sitting there looking for the perfect home. It is a delightful shade of light blue, from ll bean. I would love it if only it fit, and I have a feeling that somewhere is someone who normally has a hard time finding long underwear that is short enough for them who this was really made for.
Also, I should mention that I finally did something I'd been dithering and deciding about for months and contacted a business/life coach who I want to work on my practice with. In the end, I went with the person I was sure I was comfortable talking back to.
Ground Rules: The first player of this "game" starts with the topic "5 weird habits of yours" and people who get tagged need to write an LJ entry about their 5 quirky habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their names.
1. I hate all meat toppings on pizza except for pepperoni, because it bears no resemblance to meat.
2. I play a LOT of windows solitaire.
3. When I was a kid I would graphic-design on the computer for fun.
4. I memorize jigsaw puzzles (also mostly when I was a kid. I was an only child with working parents. you gotta do SOMETHING)
5. When I am in a crowded, loud, traffic-filled or otherwise annoying public situation, I pretend that I am in Holland and see if it still bugs me or not, which it usually doesn't.
Hmm... I tag mjw, skaad, cos, elements, and lifecollage.
1. I hate all meat toppings on pizza except for pepperoni, because it bears no resemblance to meat.
2. I play a LOT of windows solitaire.
3. When I was a kid I would graphic-design on the computer for fun.
4. I memorize jigsaw puzzles (also mostly when I was a kid. I was an only child with working parents. you gotta do SOMETHING)
5. When I am in a crowded, loud, traffic-filled or otherwise annoying public situation, I pretend that I am in Holland and see if it still bugs me or not, which it usually doesn't.
Hmm... I tag mjw, skaad, cos, elements, and lifecollage.
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1 January 2006 04:46This year for the first time in a long while I have a new years resolution, which is to ask people about themselves more and to not assume as much about people. As I discovered at my party tonight, life is more fun and rewarding the less I try to act smart.
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21 December 2005 03:33It had been so long since I'd listened to a new really good album that I'd forgotten that song order is key. About a year ago I was given a copy of _De_La_Soul_Is_Dead_ with the songs in alphabetical order, and thanks to the power of the internet, I reshuffled them by hand and gave the tracks titles and have been listening to it nonstop and leaving the house late because I want to hear the next song. Concept albums rock. My favorite song is totally Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa. Who knew that boys could write songs like that? It gives me faith in the human race.
