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I just spent all morning at a charity thing for homeless addicts. I was with coworkers – 20% were pregnant, 100% were weepy women, and 60% were Christian.

So now, because these things could not be giggled at then:
“So we will share our hearts with you, as we hope you will share yours with us.”
(are… are these chocolate hearts? They want us to eat their hearts?)
“…for some may say we do not serve a purpose but I believe we do…”
(tasty chocolate homeless hearts.)

And also, but not limited to:
K: “so how far along are you?”
M: “couple of months”
K: “oh that’s so cute! how big is it?”
M: “about the size of my fist”
P: “how big is that in terms of fruit?”
me: “what?”
P: “you know, like a cantaloupe or a lemon or”
M: “it’s the size of an apple. why food?”
SHE COMPARES A FETUS TO FOOD AND I CAN’T START WITH DEAD BABIES JOKES. Why god, why? Why do you laugh at me today?

Just so you all aren’t convinced I’m totally heartless, I will be dedicating a few hours in the upcoming months to supporting the Recovery Cafe. It really is a great place. And full of fodder!

just breathe and all else will follow

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Holy crap, what a weekend. I don’t even know if I can come close to summing it up, so how about random tidbits instead? Yeah, that seems pretty close to normal.

Listened to metal on the way to Portland with Nathan and Davis. We practiced metal faces and did different parts of the music. I laugh so much when I’m with those two.
There’s something completely magical about sitting and reading while live music is being played. And not performance but practice.
I think by this point I owe Coral my firstborn. Seriously. She drove an hour (one way) to get me to my LSATs Saturday morning with a smile. And there was chocolate milk and breakfast.
Took my LSATs. By no means a perfect score, but I feel pretty good about it, all things told.
Had the awesome feeling walking out of the test of having *no* idea of how I was getting back to Portland. I love having actual things to deal with, and it helped me remember how trivial the test was so I didn’t freak out.
Saw some amazing musical exchanges (including throat singing along with violins, tombstones, drums, guitars, bass), some epically bad performance art, retied the MC’s tie, and mussed the lipstick of the lovely Unwoman.
Petra seriously makes the best cake ever, which just so happens to also be vegan. Good lord woman. She also picks out way rad restaurants and is an incredibly gracious hostess. Thank you.

Yesterday was spent getting together the LRS space for the concert. It was so fucking amazing. I love seeing people I care about for emotionally as well as wanting to share their musical abilities be received so warmly. The audience was amazing, the music was amazing, everything was just awesome. Everyone was incredibly helpful and engaging, and knowing that I have competent friends that will actually get shit done without prodding is enough to make me sane.

The music and people.

oh yeah…

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I promised you all a flow chart, didn’t I?

Redacting tape is my friend. You’re welcome to try to fill in the blanks if you like, but I won’t let you know if you’re right or wrong.

I just realized I missed the starting arrow (start in the middle box, top row), and also a downward arrow to the left of the Entered Date.

I want a gavel and a powdered wig

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Points of Order:

  • I’d like to see the game the Bible is *actually* the guidebook for. Also, more people need to roll for initiative with d20s.
  • taking breaks from logic puzzles (LSAT studying) to read Cryptonomicon or learn more Java is putting my communication skills down the toilet.
  • I don’t think I care
  • on a related note, I’m tempted (not really) to get LOGIC4LIFE tattoo’d on my knuckles (with the C and 4 on my thumbnails, which is funny in and of itself). I might just go for sharpie after work. Because that’s how I roll
  • I really like making flow charts
  • while walking home from the Imperative Reaction concert last night, I was gifted a bottle of ’05 Riesling from a friend I haven’t bumped into for awhile. WTF.
  • I desire Katamari.
  • new pick-up line: “if I were to ask you for sex, would your response be the same as to this question?”

I know I said I had my Self back, but it seems to have pushed my brain out of whack. Play nice, guys. Really.

Later today I will show you the fruits of my labor in regards to flow charts. And I believe you will giggle. I know I am.

this morning is brought to you by SCIENCE

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A gentlemen on the elevator this morning and I discussed how cool science is in relation to weight in movement. Thus this morning was made of win.

Why hello, Self, where the hell have you been? Hiding under the bed? I missed you! Hello! Have some tea. Actually, have some booze tea. Was it the joke about Baha’i being the religion of lolcat that got you to return? Was it the time with Red? Was it the taking on the World? Oh, just really neat dust bunnies under the bed. Well. That’s excusable then I suppose. No, no, don’t get up, I’ll do the dishes.

Capture the Flag

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Red and I are back at it again. I’m so excited about this one I actually got that self-satisfied feeling that I believe some people call “pride” or “smugness.” Really, I’m just pleased as punch that we can bring together such a range of musical geniuses (yes, I said it) in one place for you all to hear. So. Without further ado:

The Ghosts Project, Jill Tracy, Nathaniel Johnstone,
Magpie Killjoy, Schrödinger’s Cat, and DJ Q
October 5, 2008 at 7:30 pm
The Little Red Studio
750 Harrison St, Seattle WA
18+, $13

Free refreshments provided, including custom chocolates by Naftali.

If you’ve never seen or heard of any of these people, let me completely fail to convey how awesome they are. I’ve never been good at music. But after spending most of my existence around people who are, I can at least discern between people who are technically good, who are inspired, who are innovative, or who are just having a good time. And each of these individuals is all of the above. The songs Paul has pulled out of his Loves (his violins, his viola) have made me cry on occasion. The rhythms Davis can get out of a drum set make my brain fuse to itself. Jill can make me feel dark and sensual on a single note. Nathan makes me curse his name when he jokingly pulls a new song out of thin air. Magpie and Brandon are both so good as to cause me to turn around on the street to give them my food money. Qais’s taste in music constantly has me asking “what is this?” in the best of possible ways, and Nafalti chocolates make my mouth weep with joy (if you were at the Anachrotechnofetishism show and had a chocolate, you know what I mean).

So yeah. It’s going to be a pretty kick-ass show.

Contact me via e-mail if you want to help, want to attend but can’t necessarily afford it, have questions about booze options, etc. This is going to be amazing, but Red and I are also rekindling the idea of community here in Seattle. It takes a good network of people to make these events even better. If you’re that kind of person, let me know.

me me meme

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The thing with the stuff.

Take a picture of yourself right now.
don’t change your clothes, don’t fix your hair…just take a picture.
post that picture with NO editing.post these instructions with your picture.


Yup, this is me thrilled with another wig-cladden day.

..and I just realized I didn’t do my eyebrows or change glasses. Some superhero I am.

in my time of dyin’

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Found a copy of House shoved into a back drawer of an abandoned desk at work. It was covered in dust and notes, post-its folded and worn stuck out past the pages. The page with the author’s name on it had fallen out and was rubber-banded to the back. And all I could think was, “so that’s what this Autumn is going to be like.”

Autumn has always been my favorite season. The cooling off, the clear change, the wiping of a slate to tabula rasa again. Death is the Road to Awe. You have to have an end to have a beginning, and I’ve always been smitten with the head space of a fresh sheet.

But something is different this time. There are people-shaped holes in my universe, and the clone tool isn’t working. The dodge and smudge are making it tolerable, but there seems to be a lock on the layer I want to change. Which I suppose it part of growing up, of moving, of making solid decisions that lock in how you relate to people.

There are lots of neat people here, and I need to be happy with how I relate to them, how I build my community here, but I miss things.

I miss gin and The Prisoner, English Breakfast and Anonymous 4.
I miss bare feet on the reservoir, huddling under blankets on the back porch.
I miss crafties and games at the Spoon.
I miss late night Venn Diagrams on glass tables, running for the quote book, Katamari on the couch.

Every choice I make has stark consequences, seemingly more-so than in the past. I can’t do everything I want – I don’t have the time, energy, or money. And each choice makes it more difficult to chose a different path later on (not impossible, mind you). With so much weighing on each choice, sometimes I feel like not making any at all. But then it’s even more time and energy wasted.

It’s time to play blind-folded roshambo with the Future. And I think I may still win. Because it’s better than smoking a cigarette blindfolded and wondering what all the clicking is about.