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Siadea's LiveJournal:
| Friday, July 11th, 2008 | |
| 3:20 pm | OH MY GOD THERE'S A WORD FOR THAT! :D They're called brain zaps! I had no idea other people had them and there was a word for it... I don't really like the description, though. It's not terribly evocative. I think it's more like... you know the weird noise that timpani can make, which means disorientation? Often accompanied, in computer games, by the 'pulsing' of the background? It's basically like that. Kinda freaky, but you get used to them. I only get them when I abruptly discontinue (by which I mean 'run out of') my drugs... |
| Monday, July 7th, 2008 | |
| 2:11 pm | 1. I HAVE MY COMPUTER BACK HALLE-FUCKIN-LUJAH 2. I have, upon my roommate having sex in the kitchen while she knew I was awake in the other room, moved into a lovely single with lovely suitemates. <3 Battle Pope put it best: "RIP, Easy Chick (she put out like a fiend)." Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. |
| Wednesday, June 25th, 2008 | |
| 3:55 pm | Would anyone care to take a guess as to who happens to have not one but two broken laptops, neither of which are usable in any fashion? Any takers? Yep, that's right. YOURS TRULY. Anyway. Y'all, I'm off to Fort Lauderdale tomorrow; I'll be back Sunday. Also, my parents are now officially divorced! This happened Monday. |
| Thursday, June 19th, 2008 | |
| 4:24 pm | Well. I got fired. That's that, then. |
| Wednesday, June 18th, 2008 | |
| 2:02 am | Cpip: as of two am, the hummingbird is fine - better even, and keeps attempting to fly. Fail, hummingbird, fail. She /is/ eating/drinking - the eyedropper works better than the feeder, weirdly enough. Everyone else: There is a tailfeatherless hummingbird in a basket in my bedroom. She (she's a female rubythroated hummer, I'm pretty sure) is going to be taken to a wildlife refuge in Noble this morning. Note: Hummingbirds sound like squeakytoys when they make noise. And they have loooong tongues! And learn very quickly what eyedroppers are for. ETA: Hummingbird is still alive!!! She was very cold this morning, though, because I had to turn the heatgiving lamp off. (Wicker basket = large unmonitored sources of heat = no.) AND NOW, TO NOBLE! |
| Friday, June 13th, 2008 | |
| 1:08 am | You know how sometimes people on your friends list post about stuff going on in their life, and all of a sudden you think "Wait a minute? Since when are they working THERE? Since when are they dating HIM/HER? since when???" And then you wonder how you could have missed all that seemingly pretty standard information, but somehow you feel too ashamed to ask for clarification because it seems like info you should already know? It happens to all of us sometimes. Please copy mine below, erase my answers putting yours in their place then post it in your journal! Please elaborate on the questions that would benefit from elaboration! One-Word-Answers seldom help anyone out :) ( Meme! ) |
| Sunday, June 8th, 2008 | |
| 6:42 am | Guess who got woken up today at five am again? Guess. I told her I could hear it anyway even if she had sex in the kitchen unit. I told her. I also told the RA. And that I got to call security if this happened again. Could they not have waited, oh, three hours or so? When I left to go home and couldn't care less? Apparently not. |
| Saturday, June 7th, 2008 | |
| 2:06 pm | Can this week be over yet? Even better, can I actually make it through the rest of work without crying again? |
| Sunday, June 1st, 2008 | |
| 3:43 pm | I have just read all of Shadow Unit. (Damn your eyes, QS.) Possibly one character should not have rocketed his way into my heart after I read ( an easter egg ) |
| Saturday, May 31st, 2008 | |
| 6:45 am | I THINK IT IS NOT UNREASONABLE TO ASK THAT MY ROOMMATE /NOT/ TAKE RANDOM GUYS HOME, FUCK THEM, AND THEN BOTH OF THEM GO TO SLEEP IN OUR ROOM. SHE DISAGREES. DISCUSS. ETA: Important caveat: I was asleep in the room at the time. This is how I know. |
| Friday, May 23rd, 2008 | |
| 9:15 pm | Dude. *blinks* I'm actually almost semi-frequently updating my LJ. Dude! The Mouse Situation. I feel like I should be keeping score, here. Five or six so far, maybe? And the traps that don't contain mice always have the peanut butter eaten off them. This becomes tedious. The Exhibition Catalog Project. I am, as most of y'all know, actually doing goldfish. Seldom has a research topic both so amused and horrified me. Amused, because FISH! and horrified because, well, dude, go find a really good bubble-eye specimen and tell me you're NOT horrified. (I'm totally going to wind up getting a couple of fancy goldfish at this rate. *sighs* I hate goldfish. *plaintive*) Also, I have spent the last day with my nose in books from 1555 through the late 1700s. I squeaked like a schoolgirl when I saw an absolutely gorgeous plate illustration of a Syno eupterus. *fail* The Project They Won't Let Me Do. It really pisses me off that the NYPL catalogs are so. So. SUCKTASTIC. "What?" you say, "It's the New York fuckin' Public Library!" To which I say, "Yes! Yes it is!" The Meme About Five Quotes That Speak To You From Random Quotes. 1. If a problem has no solution, it may not be a problem, but a fact - not to be solved, but to be coped with over time. Shimon Peres (1923 - ) 2. Remember that there is nothing stable in human affairs; therefore avoid undue elation in prosperity, or undue depression in adversity. Socrates (469 BC - 399 BC) 3. In the United States there is more space where nobody is than where anybody is. That is what makes America what it is. Gertrude Stein (1874 - 1946), The Geographical History of America (1936) 4. The universe is not hostile, nor yet is it friendly. It is simply indifferent. J. H. Holmes 5. Just because you love someone doesn't mean you have to be involved with them. Love is not a bandage to cover wounds. Hugh Elliott, Standing Room Only weblog, February 16, 2004 **** That was yesterday's post. Today has been generally a wash, consisting of being yelled at by a security guard, an unpleasant bit with a game, an unpleasant bit with my family, and all in all, I am done with today nao plz k thnx. One amusing thing was - well, y'all know how I quit Japanese because I hate kanji and kanji hates me? Guess what the book I was looking at this afternoon was. GUESS. That's right. It was in Japanese. Uo no bunkashi; "The history of the fish trade." I used a kanji dictionary. I used a fuckin' kanji dictionary! I hate trying to find radicals!!! Stop laughing, Brenna. I HEAR YOU OVER THERE. |
| Tuesday, May 13th, 2008 | |
| 12:12 am | 1. Brooklyn has been achieved. I like the neighborhood a lot; I don't like the dorms at all. Dorm is heretofore known as the Hellhole.* * There are no lights in the room I am to live in. At all. No, seriously. They removed the ceiling light and spackled over it. I shit you not. ** Also, there are cockroaches and mice. Traps are in my future. *** Also, I have a roommate. It is not QS. I have yet to see one of the two that have their own rooms; the other one moves in Friday. 2. I am going to be in class from 9:30 to 4:30 every day for two weeks. 7:00 am. I has it. 3. I am attempting to come up with a research project that takes advantage of the NYPL's strengths. I can think of many projects. Few of them take advantage of the NYPL's strengths. 3a. Ideas I have had. aa. The history of the depiction of goldfish, and the correlation between it and breeding for appearance? SERIOUSLY? GOD, WOMAN. ab. Classifying artists depicting the Southwest into historians, fakes, and cowboys? (Or something like. Guys who go out attempting to document life, guys who paint ze dramaz, and cowboys who pick up a paintbrush.) |
| Monday, May 5th, 2008 | |
| 2:04 pm | I hear about 'five things making a post...' 1. Homesickness: You know you have it when the sight of cottonwood trees near the airport brings tears to your eyes. 2. Damn, I wish I could tell my brother about these, because that is the first time I have ever looked at a car and gone, "I want one." 3. Last final today~ I have until Friday to pack my entire half of the apartment up. Fun, yeah? (Dad arrives Friday; we move Saturday-or-Sunday.) 4. Ironman is an awesome movie. QS pinged on the ethics involved; I pinged on the realization that Tony Stark is the Clark Kent of this era. (QS agreed and noted that Tony Stark was a superhero for the post-Watchmen world.) Also, Pepper Potts and her epic showdown was indeed epic. 5. Suggestions for where to take my dad as and when we get the chance? If I'm fast enough about packing, we can see fun stuff. :D (Museum of Natural History is already on the list!) |
| Monday, April 28th, 2008 | |
| 9:53 pm | Intentionality of Space: Southwestern Oklahoma and Northeastern New Jersey and New York. ( Or, Why Shopping Is So Different Between Jersey And Home. ) |
| Friday, April 18th, 2008 | |
| 2:32 pm | Reason #2345754 Why Sia Does Not Believe In Intelligent Design NO ONE could possibly have been stupid enough to design a body where the response to needing food is a headache and nausea to the point of cold sweat and desperate praying that one will neither pass out nor throw up. One Excedrin, glass of water, package of instant oatmeal, and bag of popcorn later, I can move enough to type out this entry without fear of regurgitation or passing out on the floor. Good thing I didn't wind up going to NYC today. That would not have ended well. Current Mood: ow |
| Wednesday, April 2nd, 2008 | |
| 5:10 pm | "I talk to ambulances and you are freaked out by fluorescent lights. I am deranged. You are neurotic." - Conversation held in a Dunkin Donuts Both of these things are true. I do harmonize with ambulances. (Somewhat more scratchily, but one of us produces pure electronic tones and one of us has vocal cords.) ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lindensphinx is now leaving the Dunkin Donuts because the fluorescent lights therein bother her. ("I can FEEL them, like... they... impacting on your skin..." she babbles. I kind of want to buy a fluorescent lamp. And put her under it. Continuously. :D) |
| Saturday, March 22nd, 2008 | |
| 11:06 pm | So, tomorrow I am going home, as in 'back to New Jersey.' I am decidedly reluctant to do so. Suffice to say that I am not done being home yet. It's so beautiful here: all the pear trees (Mom calls them "perfect trees") are scattering petals everywhere, and there's a particular wildflower that's in bloom: they're tiny little herb-y things, but if you can imagine someone's yard being almost entirely purple instead of green, that's about what they look like from a distance. I love them. (Does anybody know what they ARE?) This has been a decidedly odd visit. Very... tiring. Dad has been living in the office, basically. Sleeping on the couch in there. He's going to be living in the rental house in Lawton, once it's done being revamped. (It is not livable right now.) Nonetheless, matters have been remarkably amiable, as my parents are mature human beings. I have also learned the cause of the divorce - well, aside from the inevitable leadups that everyone noticed - and that's not exactly a joy to my soul. I did finally see Mom's LDL apheresis procedure; it's actually quite cool. Her blood is the color of V8; I may upload pictures. I did not like her therapist, who initially thought that I was in denial about the divorce. Bitch, please. I still have weeks' worth of denial about Josh being dead, I know what that is. This isn't denial, this is acceptance. As I put it to Mom on the way up to the city, "I think I'm becoming used to having all evidence of my past taken away from me." Melodramatic and somewhat emo, but delivered matter-of-factly. I really think I am getting used to it. * You THINK I'm joking... iPod has been found. thank you jesus. |
| Thursday, March 13th, 2008 | |
| 11:07 pm | I'm so tired. This isn't the post I was going to write: I was going to talk about how good it was to be home, and being able to SEE, finally, for miles and miles and see the blueshift of the countryside towards the horizon, and all of the sky. I was going to talk about how effing monstrous the big caffish is (seriously, he's at least doubled in size. I shit you not; he's five inches at least) and how hateful the 'ba is. But that's not the post I'm writing. My parents are getting a divorce. I'm not surprised: in some post way back when, I hypothesized just that. Finances, stress, different coping mechanisms all combined. I kinda saw it coming. My parents are getting a divorce. It's an odd phrase to say; not quite as bad as 'my brother is dead,' but I tried that one out before it happened, and I haven't tried this one out at all. I went outside as soon as I could escape, and sat with Carrot on my lap for about - good god, maybe thirty minutes, actually. And just petted him. He's a good cat. Mom's getting basically everything, as Dad put it, and he's getting the debt. They're agreed on that. Dad's sleeping in the office until he can renovate the rental house over in Lawton enough that it's actually livable, at which point he's going to move into it. Anyway, that's why I haven't been online; sorry cpip and Cracktrans chat. |
| Tuesday, March 11th, 2008 | |
| 12:05 am | Review: The Aphorisms of Kherishdar. My copy of the Aphorisms of Kherishdar arrived today, and let me tell you, it is GORGEOUS. It is a superbly elegant book. I already know the content (I helped pay for the content!) so I don't need to elaborate on the similar elegance of the writing, the small self-contained drifts of incense, with their lingering beauty and self-contained nature. I will say that if you think haikujaguar's art looks good on your computer screen, you should see it printed! All the subtlety and delicacy of her watercolors are just gorgeous. The Calligrapher's signature at the bottom of the Introduction page was when I knew I was in for a visual delight: it looks like watercolor, it looks signed. And the artwork is just as superb. Keep an eye out for the last illustration; you'll know it when you see it. I keep turning back to it!(I'm going to feel very silly indeed if her medium is something else!) All right, all right, I can too talk about the text. Fifty-five pages seems terribly short for a twenty-dollar book; there are twenty-five incense stories in it, and I doubt any of them are more than two pages long. However, I just about guarantee that you WILL reread them over and over again: the language is beautiful, the turns of phrase memorable, and the thematics exceptionally thought-provoking. haikujaguar immerses the reader in a culture that values interdependence and structure above individuality and independence to the point that a member of one caste may not necessarily be able to speak to a member of a higher caste without their permission, and she does it in such a way that it seems perfectly natural. (Keep an eye out for the fathrekedi!)In short, this little volume does what the best science fiction and fantasy should do: it transports the reader to another world, and provides food for thought even upon the reader's return from that world. |
| Saturday, March 8th, 2008 | |
| 5:20 pm | Woooooooooooo. It's been a few months, hasn't it! Hi, world? Stuff has been going on, truly. Well. Classes are going, Conservation and Preservation is love, K.-in-Collections-Development is also love (seriously this woman is liquid awesome). Info Tech and Info Serv are rather less fun, but not-so-coincidentally, they're both requirements. Also, work proceeds apace! I, uh. I gave a demo on book repair, right? During our open house? And it went even better than I thought it would! I held forth, I answered what questions I could and was honest about the ones I couldn't, and cheerily mentioned certain cost-saving procedures. (This entailed me showing the audience paper-wrapped bricks, used for weights because they ain't no $200 book press.) Everybody seemed to enjoy it! And afterwards. Uh. A few days afterwards, I learned that one of the gentlemen who had been there (the nice guy who asked a lot of good questions) was buying us a book press. Just because. Yeah. So work is, honestly, rather spectacular. I can't wait until the book press gets in. I need to make some kind of book plate or something, and say that it was donated by this gentleman. We have an onion, too. It sprouted, right? So we planted it. :D Let me see. What else... Cracktrans is still liquid awesome: I'm now playing three characters, and having a blast with each and every one. (Starscream, Mirage, and somebody I guarantee you won't have heard of, from the sub-canon that fandom refuses to admit exists.) I have also come to a moral conclusion that seems to be the only way I can get by, interacting with New York City. In brief, it's give money to people who ask for it. Around five dollars, if I have it on me, or whatever I have if I don't. Yeah, quite possibly they're using it for drugs or whatever, but what business is that of mine? That's on their conscience, and what's on mine is whether or not I give money to somebody who says they need help in order to get something to eat. Walking by with a mumbled 'sorry,' or just standing there in the subway car, just doesn't morally cut it for me. (Somewhere, I hear the distant crying out of NYC-resident friends, a distant chorus of 'what the hell are you doing, woman?') Fortunately for my sanity, soon I am going home for Spring Break! Maybe then seeing the sky on the train to the city won't make me hella homesick, I'll emerge from the wood-paneled room in the apartment, and I'll stop cruising Dr. Fosters and Smith for fish I won't get. (Google German blue rams and tell me they're not effing gorgeous. I DARE YOU.) |
