n: vb: the spice of imagination
Every time I do a mail-out, I get to find out exactly how painfully out-of-date my address book really is. My in-box immdiately gets multiple replies from from Mailer Daemons and Do Not Reply‘s. In order to recitfy this sorry state of affairs, I’ve put together this little poll so that !!you too!! may be invited to my Spectacular Happenings (TM).
Does anyone know of a professional alteration shop that won’t break the bank?
I have a line on a fairly simple gown that I would like to be a bit more complex. Mostly the skirt ruched up with tulle put underneath as the green one is on this page, or with something on top, as the red one is, yes, flowery bits and all, if that’s easier. It’s about time I admitted myself a flowery bit of girlishness rather than have certain aspects of femininity drift blankly past me like a painted-eye shopping mall crowd after a fire.
Last Sunday I went to Seattle, and after a pleasant ride down with Brian’s friend, Jane, long silver hair, the pretty violet mannerisms of a relaxed bird, I found myself in the grand company of Eliza, who walks like she really means it and takes two hours to decide what to wear. It felt somehow like I was speaking with an echo of something I used to believe in. Three days of barely sleeping, being thrown into a car with a familiar stranger, a city I’m not familiar with. I felt like a game of jeweled cards was playing inside my head where I didn’t know the rules. I appreciated her friends, they were relaxing, a black clothes contingent to take my hand and keep me standing through my weary run. more pictures soon.
People have been repeatedly sending Robert Newman’s History of Oil to me the last few days. I am remiss in not posting it immediately, I’m sorry. (I forget more people read here). It’s a shining and clever monologue that discusses the critical political issues of war and energy use in an exceedingly accessible manner. He gracefully binds imperative information in laughter and ties it all up with a fun sense of charming levity, which may sounds silly, but it really needs to be seen to be properly understood. Watch it as soon as possible!
Quote of the Day: Andrew: “I think it says bad things about me when I try and go to the site http://super.cali.fragi.listic.expi.ali.do.cio.us/ and get disappointed that no one has made it yet.”
June 9, from 8pm to 1pm with live entertainment beginning at 9:30.
Sunbury Hall, Sunbury Park, 10409 Dunlop Street, North Delta
(Arrangements are in process for a shuttle to and from Scott Rd. Skytrain)
Tickets: $20, $30 for an open bar. They are to be paid for in advance. Please RSVP at geminifest@yahoo.ca
No Guest Shall Be Admitted Without a RSVP Response Card. Pseudonym Formalwear and Mask are Required.
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Speaking of parties, I need a venue for my birthday party. My apartment has grown too small for the number of people who’ve been asking what I’m doing this Saturday. Does anyone have a flat bigger than mine they would be willing to put up for a night? Or a house? House preferable, really. Back yards and porches are a double plus for any party, in my opinion. We’re an exceptionally non-destructive group, the worst we’ve ever done was set off confetti bombs and I’ll vouch that you’ll get ice-cream.
“Tories to legislate fixed American-style election terms“: this is worrisome. Currently, it’s up to the prime minister to decide when to call an election any time up to five years. The idea is that the government should fall when it can’t pass legislation. Otherwise the electorate has no recourse, they have to wait for however many years to oust the government and get one that does have the support of the people. Right now in the U.S. George Bush’s government is hovering around 25-28% approval rate. If this was Canada they couldn’t get a bill passed in the House of Commons, but in the U.S. they get two more years of Bush. Another reason why fixed terms are bad is that only half the time the government is running for reelection (i.e. trying to please voters). Shouldn’t they try to please the voters all the time instead of whenever the election looms around?
Passion-Hill, a very delightfully wrong Benny Hill/Passion of the Christ mash-up that confirms every little inner voice belief I had telling me never to watch the film.
The miracle of the clean water straw, the lingering joy of the discoving that people in little villages in africa have the habit of climbing trees to get better reception for their cell phones, these ideas were connecting in my mind this morning. I walked to work with the flavour of the future in my head. I’m curious to know who would be interested in starting a coffee-house discussion group on things like social networks inter-reacting with technology, the internet, and what we’re doing with our journals. There’s been a lot of talk lately about using the net as a tool, but I look around and never find enough people doing it. Honestly, I don’t have a lot of time to set aside for this sort of thing, but I’m willing to give it a try. I don’t want moderated discussions or weekly topics or anything regulated, I would rather let people spill what they’ve discovered that week and give them feed-back. I want motivations, clouded or otherwise, for keeping a journal. I want explanations, links to the news that changed your perpective on what the internet offers you. I talk about this sort of thing all the time in my every day but it hardly comes up here. I’d like that to change. Game?
When the zombies come, swords don’t run out of bullets. They’re going to be having a cane-fighting workshop come next Sunday.
If you people are finished gang-banging Warren in my comments, I would like to ask a favor of you.
Who you are, where you came from, why you’re here and how you found me.
Go.
I am in a room like a small city.
Katie posted a query today that I particularly appreciated, so I’m going to imitate it here. Her complaint was contentment and mine is sorrow.
Between the two of us, we span a strange continent.
Please tell me your names, introduce yourself, you strangers.
There’s over 100 of you that I don’t know.
“Even if I know you, introduce yourself to others, and tell me what you’ve done lately.”
Tell me why you’re here, how you found me, what inspires you.
Tell me your stimulations, titillations; show me your pretty hidden treasures.
Explain a piece of your world with something beautiful.
Share something you want everyone else to know.
Make something new.
This is going to be a busy time. Likely good, all things considered. I require some distraction, lest I find myself bitter.
Tonight is Indie Movie Night at Sara’s house.
Tomorrow night, Antonio & Mimi are having a slumber party.
Saturday is Jenn’s Hallowe’en Birthday Bash.
Sunday is Sukkot, which takes me firmly out of the picture.
Monday is Korean Movie Night.
So Tuesday then. Is anyone interested in going to see the Wallace & Gromit film, Curse of the Were Rabbit, on Tuesday?
On an entirely unrelated note. I have a bit of curiosity to throw at you all. You’re an incredibly diverse group of people, and perhaps perfect for this sort of query. My recent sense of wrongdoing has to do with some fairly basic ettiquite, I thought, but he’s claiming that it’s all in my head.
So, the question posed:
If you’re in a casual sexual relationship with someone, it’s only right and proper to inform them before you take another partner, no? Otherwise you’re being rude to the point of possiblly endangering them, right? This is my assumption, and the assumption of everyone I know, minus the one, so I want to know, are we just an exceptional group of people or are we an aberration of some kind?
My computer is officially dead. The machine passed away sometime in the early morning hours of last night with not a whimper but an acrid smoky bang.
Most of my life remains trapped, screaming, on the C: drive, and I am sorry to say that to get at anything, it will have to be opened up and examined, as the power button no longer functions in any useful way. It is now decorative. As is the monitor.
I don’t know enough to slice it open for repair.
Are there any willing to help ease this pain?
Today after work I’m being bundled onto a motorcycle and being driven out to a private studio to record some spoken word. I am what we call nervous. I am also somehow lost. My only writing is what has gone up here and I am uncertain which entries to pick. I’m very in the tiny kitten step stages of thinking there’s anything of worth in here.
If you have any you particularly like, please tell me now, as I have six hours left to dig through my journal and choose what we’re recording. I have very few that I’ve thought of and suggestions are appreciated.
Is there an uncomplicated program that can be used to back up a Livejournal? It’s been pointed out to me by Matt that I should really have a copy of it somewhere. I remember looking into this about a year ago, but losing the thought in the shuffle that was last summer. I’m almost certain there was a utility available.
edit: http://www.ljbook.com/ is where it’s at. Dear god, my journal’s now on my desktop as a very pretty little, (well, not little, no), PDF file. It took maybe four minutes.
(A toul that describes how many people you’ve in common with the users on your flist would also be nice.)
As well, does anyone know enough about the S2 formatting to teach me how to make a decent layout? Now that TAGS are an option, I would very much like to use them. However, I don’t like the profferred S2 layouts and I’m simply not savvy enough to make any worthwhile changes.
That and, er, hello to the almost one hundred people who’ve friended me who I don’t really know. I knew I shouldn’t have looked at my user info. Now I’m nervous. Who are you people? Why are you here?
Actually, better thing. I’ve been sitting on a little meme for a few weeks. This may be the time to whip it out:
1. How did you first find my journal?
2. Why did you originally decide to friend me?
3. What’s your favorite part of my journal?
4. What’s your least favorite part of my journal?
5. Ask me a question. Be as random as you want.
6. Recommend a band to me. I’m curious what you think I should be listening to.
7. Recommend an LJ user to me and maybe I’ll friend them.
