Monday, July 02, 2007
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070509/ap_on_re_us/fort_dix_plot
I don't know whether to laugh or cry. On the one hand, it sounds like something out of a dumb crook story. On the other hand, when the pizza boy declares jihad, it's a bizarre yet disturbing reminder that the enemy is willing to adapt and use our own culture to destroy us.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry. On the one hand, it sounds like something out of a dumb crook story. On the other hand, when the pizza boy declares jihad, it's a bizarre yet disturbing reminder that the enemy is willing to adapt and use our own culture to destroy us.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Been such a long week, I don't even know where to start.
I've been having trouble sleeping lately. Laregly because my sinuses have been acting up and I've been running a fever forever, it seems like. Could also be due to the fact that I haven't eaten a decent meal with vegetables and everything since I don't know when. Started taking vitamins again and that's helped, some. At least I've avoided any bizarre dreams.
Didn't get as much accomplished as I would have liked. Can't get behind the wheel when your head's all foggy from sleep deprivation. But I did get enough blackberries picked to make a cobbler, and I baked cookies several times this week. [hmm, I guess I know why my diet isn't working.] Next week I'm going to work on cleaning out my bookcase. It would be nice to have room to actually put some books in it. :)
With all the time I've had on my hands lying in bed staring at the ceiling, I've been doing a lot of thinking. Mostly on the nature of adulthood. Why does it seem like we keep extending adolescence? I guess it was some of the post VT discussion that brough it to mind, people complaining that college kids' medical records couldn't be released to their parents. Thing is, these "kids" are 18 and over. They are legally adults. They can vote, they can drive, they can work and pay taxes. If parents want their offspring to agree to certain responsibilities in exchange for financial assistance, that's fine, but why should they be legally responsible for someone of that age? Does. Not. Compute.
I've been having trouble sleeping lately. Laregly because my sinuses have been acting up and I've been running a fever forever, it seems like. Could also be due to the fact that I haven't eaten a decent meal with vegetables and everything since I don't know when. Started taking vitamins again and that's helped, some. At least I've avoided any bizarre dreams.
Didn't get as much accomplished as I would have liked. Can't get behind the wheel when your head's all foggy from sleep deprivation. But I did get enough blackberries picked to make a cobbler, and I baked cookies several times this week. [hmm, I guess I know why my diet isn't working.] Next week I'm going to work on cleaning out my bookcase. It would be nice to have room to actually put some books in it. :)
With all the time I've had on my hands lying in bed staring at the ceiling, I've been doing a lot of thinking. Mostly on the nature of adulthood. Why does it seem like we keep extending adolescence? I guess it was some of the post VT discussion that brough it to mind, people complaining that college kids' medical records couldn't be released to their parents. Thing is, these "kids" are 18 and over. They are legally adults. They can vote, they can drive, they can work and pay taxes. If parents want their offspring to agree to certain responsibilities in exchange for financial assistance, that's fine, but why should they be legally responsible for someone of that age? Does. Not. Compute.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
I've been so busy lately. I keep thinking, "hey, I should post about so-and-so," but then I get distracted by shiny objects and forget.
Nancy Pelosi absolutely broke the law and should resign or face impeachment. Will it happen? Of course not. And I suspect that the next Democratic preisdent is going to really frickin' regret it when a Republican speaker returns the favor. ;P
Speaking of presidents, I'm really liking Fred Thompson. I hope he runs. I don't trust McCain, Giuliani's too liberal, and Romney's a flip-flopper. In fact, if one of those three is the final candidate, I may have to vote Libertarian.
Above average hurricane season predicted this year, but that's what they said last year. This year, I suspect they're going by actual weather patterns rather than covering their arses in case of another Katrina. At the same time, theNOAA is predicting continuing drought for this area. We had a solid rain today, but the way I've noticed groundwater levels dropping, it will take more than a couple of inches every other week to keep things green.
I've managed to incorporate more exercise into my life and I've started drinking more water. Next goal: eating at least three servings of fruits and vegetables every day.
I tried going to bed earlier, but despite my best efforts, my body wats to stay up late and sleep in in the morning. But then, I already knew it didn't respond well to reprogramming.
Nancy Pelosi absolutely broke the law and should resign or face impeachment. Will it happen? Of course not. And I suspect that the next Democratic preisdent is going to really frickin' regret it when a Republican speaker returns the favor. ;P
Speaking of presidents, I'm really liking Fred Thompson. I hope he runs. I don't trust McCain, Giuliani's too liberal, and Romney's a flip-flopper. In fact, if one of those three is the final candidate, I may have to vote Libertarian.
Above average hurricane season predicted this year, but that's what they said last year. This year, I suspect they're going by actual weather patterns rather than covering their arses in case of another Katrina. At the same time, theNOAA is predicting continuing drought for this area. We had a solid rain today, but the way I've noticed groundwater levels dropping, it will take more than a couple of inches every other week to keep things green.
I've managed to incorporate more exercise into my life and I've started drinking more water. Next goal: eating at least three servings of fruits and vegetables every day.
I tried going to bed earlier, but despite my best efforts, my body wats to stay up late and sleep in in the morning. But then, I already knew it didn't respond well to reprogramming.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Dreams can be kinda freaky...
Ever have one of those dreams that you're sure must mean something, that they're simply so bizarre your subconscious must be screaming to get your attention?
I had one of those last night.
It was at a forties-era schoolhouse, now closed, in the middle of the woods. I had the impression it was kept up, though, to some extent, because it was in the middle of a nice square clearing, and the grass around it was green and mostly weed-free. I was there with my two closest friends from high school (CA and JF, both female), a couple of friends from elementary school (JP-female, PD-male), and my brother, only he was about nine or ten. It was around two in the afternoon in early May, hot but not miserably so.
So far, all of this has a strange internal logic. There *are* empty shools around here, and while they're not usually way out in the woods, they can be off the beaten track, the communities they once served dead or dying. And the elementary school I went to had so dwindled in numbers by the time that I went through that some sections had been shut off totally. Sine Mom was a parent volunteer, I spent a lot of time after school exploring those places with my brother and those two friends.
At any rate, the six of us are there, at this school, split up, looking around, trying to find a way in. The building was on a slight hill, and had a raised foundation; in the back it was waist-high off the ground, and a porch went all the way around; the railing seemed to have been broken off long, long ago. There were lockers up against the walls (yes, on the outside)--dark green, three-tier lockers, the kind you have to bring your own lock for. I was opening all of them, hoping somehow something interesting had been left inside one, until I came to some that had the doors standing wide open and books inside. Not just any books either--textbooks and teacher's guides, new ones. I looked into the door of the classroom that was right there--but the desks and the globe I could see looked as if they hadn't been touched in a while. CA came and told me she'd circled the whole building and all the doors were locked and could I please tell my little brother to stop following the girls around and making fun of them.
Then JP wanders around, and tells us there's an upper window on another side that's open, and if one of us will give her a boost, she thinks she can get in and open a door. CA goes to help her. I stay, and try the door knob--tada! It's unlocked. I don't say anything, but I go on inside. A door on the other side of the room opens to the gym; lil' bro and PB have found a medicine ball and are trying to play dodgeball with it.
JF appears out of nowhere and asks me if I've found the bathrooms yet. I haven't, but the next door we see goes to a locker room. I wonder if it's the boys' locker room; although there are no urinals, the first toilet isn't in a stall at all, and the stalls there are are not quite chest high, and don't hide much of anything--in fact, they seem more like horses' stalls! To make it worse, there are women using them, women I don't know, who haven't shown up previously in this dream. I look at JF, and she looks at me.
"I don't need to go that bad," she says.
We open the door and go back outside. Yes, the door now goes outside. It opens up right beside the lockers with the books. We sit in the shade and talk about how much we wish we had some ice cream and then start doing flips and stuff off the railing. (which wasn't there before.) Eventually everyone else shows up (except the women from the restroom) and we all go find the playground, which is ond enough to have some kickass, highly dangerous equipment. And as it gets almost to sunset, a tractor shows up and we get to ride home on it.
***
I'm guessing it's my inner child needing attention, or something. Maybe I need to take a break and goof off more. Aside from the bathroom bit, the whole general feeling was about exploration and play. Although, put that way, it sounds kinda dirty. Hmmm...
Ever have one of those dreams that you're sure must mean something, that they're simply so bizarre your subconscious must be screaming to get your attention?
I had one of those last night.
It was at a forties-era schoolhouse, now closed, in the middle of the woods. I had the impression it was kept up, though, to some extent, because it was in the middle of a nice square clearing, and the grass around it was green and mostly weed-free. I was there with my two closest friends from high school (CA and JF, both female), a couple of friends from elementary school (JP-female, PD-male), and my brother, only he was about nine or ten. It was around two in the afternoon in early May, hot but not miserably so.
So far, all of this has a strange internal logic. There *are* empty shools around here, and while they're not usually way out in the woods, they can be off the beaten track, the communities they once served dead or dying. And the elementary school I went to had so dwindled in numbers by the time that I went through that some sections had been shut off totally. Sine Mom was a parent volunteer, I spent a lot of time after school exploring those places with my brother and those two friends.
At any rate, the six of us are there, at this school, split up, looking around, trying to find a way in. The building was on a slight hill, and had a raised foundation; in the back it was waist-high off the ground, and a porch went all the way around; the railing seemed to have been broken off long, long ago. There were lockers up against the walls (yes, on the outside)--dark green, three-tier lockers, the kind you have to bring your own lock for. I was opening all of them, hoping somehow something interesting had been left inside one, until I came to some that had the doors standing wide open and books inside. Not just any books either--textbooks and teacher's guides, new ones. I looked into the door of the classroom that was right there--but the desks and the globe I could see looked as if they hadn't been touched in a while. CA came and told me she'd circled the whole building and all the doors were locked and could I please tell my little brother to stop following the girls around and making fun of them.
Then JP wanders around, and tells us there's an upper window on another side that's open, and if one of us will give her a boost, she thinks she can get in and open a door. CA goes to help her. I stay, and try the door knob--tada! It's unlocked. I don't say anything, but I go on inside. A door on the other side of the room opens to the gym; lil' bro and PB have found a medicine ball and are trying to play dodgeball with it.
JF appears out of nowhere and asks me if I've found the bathrooms yet. I haven't, but the next door we see goes to a locker room. I wonder if it's the boys' locker room; although there are no urinals, the first toilet isn't in a stall at all, and the stalls there are are not quite chest high, and don't hide much of anything--in fact, they seem more like horses' stalls! To make it worse, there are women using them, women I don't know, who haven't shown up previously in this dream. I look at JF, and she looks at me.
"I don't need to go that bad," she says.
We open the door and go back outside. Yes, the door now goes outside. It opens up right beside the lockers with the books. We sit in the shade and talk about how much we wish we had some ice cream and then start doing flips and stuff off the railing. (which wasn't there before.) Eventually everyone else shows up (except the women from the restroom) and we all go find the playground, which is ond enough to have some kickass, highly dangerous equipment. And as it gets almost to sunset, a tractor shows up and we get to ride home on it.
***
I'm guessing it's my inner child needing attention, or something. Maybe I need to take a break and goof off more. Aside from the bathroom bit, the whole general feeling was about exploration and play. Although, put that way, it sounds kinda dirty. Hmmm...
Friday, January 26, 2007
Well, I've gone through this blog and deleted quite a bit of material which I've decided in retrospect that I'm unhappy with because it was either too personal or too wishy-washy or didn't reflect what has been on my mind more of late. I suppose I could have left more up for the sake of history, but that's better left on my hard drive, in my opinion.
But I did decide to leave the "rebel" post, as it is still relevant. Also, I quoted de Tocqueville and it makes me look all smart and stuff. ROTFL. I regret that I haven't been reading as much, lately. Or rather, I have, but more to entertain myself than to stimulate my mind.
***
Life has taken a few twists as of late. I have a couple of new job options, some of which are better than others, and some of which are so tangled in paperwork I despair of ever getting them all filed out. I've been avoiding my resume, too--I think that's the worst part. I don't like talking about myself, and I always feel like I'm BSing when I list my strengths. I'm uncertain in new situations and with new people. I don't know why; I know full well I'm damned smart and capable of doing almost anything anyone asks of me. But convincing others of that seems like an overwhelming, impossible task.
***
Valentine's Day is coming up in just a few weeks, and merchandise is everywhere. I've never enjoyed this holiday, but it's different this year. In the past, I was always annoyed at the implication that I must be unhappy because I am single which is just silly. I *liked* having all that freedom; I could flirt with anyone and never be serious about it, I didn't feel the need to answer to anyone. This time it's different--I went and got my heart broken and now I don't feel single, I feel alone.
It sucks. I miss him. Stupid poopyhead man.
But I did decide to leave the "rebel" post, as it is still relevant. Also, I quoted de Tocqueville and it makes me look all smart and stuff. ROTFL. I regret that I haven't been reading as much, lately. Or rather, I have, but more to entertain myself than to stimulate my mind.
***
Life has taken a few twists as of late. I have a couple of new job options, some of which are better than others, and some of which are so tangled in paperwork I despair of ever getting them all filed out. I've been avoiding my resume, too--I think that's the worst part. I don't like talking about myself, and I always feel like I'm BSing when I list my strengths. I'm uncertain in new situations and with new people. I don't know why; I know full well I'm damned smart and capable of doing almost anything anyone asks of me. But convincing others of that seems like an overwhelming, impossible task.
***
Valentine's Day is coming up in just a few weeks, and merchandise is everywhere. I've never enjoyed this holiday, but it's different this year. In the past, I was always annoyed at the implication that I must be unhappy because I am single which is just silly. I *liked* having all that freedom; I could flirt with anyone and never be serious about it, I didn't feel the need to answer to anyone. This time it's different--I went and got my heart broken and now I don't feel single, I feel alone.
It sucks. I miss him. Stupid poopyhead man.
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