Author: Allegra
Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.
Thought provoking article on the REAL basis for the modern evangelical right
The world continues to be what it is
Carrie made dinner last night. Jeff and I “Om nom nom”. We’re hoping to head to Jericho Beach tonight, but we shall see. It is usually SO much fun. So I want to go….
Things are settling back into the new old normal. Packing continues apace but I haven’t done any yet! (Carrie sets a brutally high standard for energy level, and always has). Paul came over last night bearing beer and strawberry cream pie and the four of us watched Ascent in the Criterion collection. The camera work and acting are nothing short of spectacular, but it’s a Russian movie so they all die in the end. (Now Jeff is going to thump me one, but none of you are ever going to watch it so I’m okay with that… Jeff’s attitude towards spoilers is a fierce and uncompromising one.) The truck is rented for Sunday. I am happier, but when certain thoughts or songs cross my mind (like Jack Frost, frinstance) I start crying again. Only now it doesn’t hurt so much.
More and less
Yesterday I took it very easy in the morning and went to Wreck Beach in the afternoon. I am still having trouble believing that I did those stairs two days running, but it wasn’t that bad – down was worse, of course. Mike and Heather and Heather’s roommate and Jarmo and Susanna were there as well. Keith joined us and spent most of the time there either reading or walkng around.
Mike said that John’s death was a kick in the head. John said ‘practice more’ so I did, and so did Mike. Mike even played Stairway to Heaven, which you’ll have to admit was brave of him. I really love that Larrivee parlor guitar he got. It’s a very sweet sounding and playing instrument.
Yesterday
So…. This is going to be a long post, so you can ignore it if you like. First the good news…
Jenn, Debbie’s gorgeous, dog rescuing genius of an only daughter, has graduated from Brown University Magna Cum Laude. I am absolutely thrilled for Jenn and Debbie, and Spence and Jim, the long suffering former and current partners who provided the material and emotional support to make the day happen. Many things about Debbie impress the hell out of me, and it’s a great day to say so. Congratulations to all of you!
Anyway, about this memorial service. Continue reading Yesterday
The voice from beyond the grave
John’s voice from Conflikt 2. I was crashed out and didn’t hear him play this. You have to register to hear it. Nancy Louise Freeman kindly gave permission to the filk archive to put up the mp3 of Careless (which, coincidentally, I now know well enough to play). Thanks to Harold Stein for forwarding the link in time for the memorial.
biscotti and anguish
I am walking among a thicket of thorns, waking and sleeping. Or perhaps I am crawling. I have come up with a workable solution for a very hard problem, and I cannot implement it because of the law of unintended consequences. Continue reading biscotti and anguish
ah, mother love
Mama bird is no bird brain. In other news, I am awake. I spent half an hour communing with Miss Margot. Then I tried to do something on my taxes and got stymied on that. Then I realized that as much as I’d like to I am not going back to sleep so I have to find something useful and quiet to do.
Carrie is coming into town today.
A poem
Story of my life
Ruth cooked a fabulous meal which Jeff and I joined in at chez Planet Bachelor, I wrote some checks for the new place, got keys, and fell in love with the newly finished hardwood floors. I am SO looking forward to moving in.
Miss Margot continues her inexorable march into the annals of oddball kitty history. Earlier this week, according to Jeff, he heard her mewing. Normally she makes a noise which is less than ten decibels… really she is one of the quietest cats ever. But in this case, it was a full bore mew and she was obviously exercised about something. Jeff followed the noise into the living room where he discovered Miss Margot sitting in front of the television. She continued to mew, and kept alternating staring at the blank tv and mewing and eyeballing Jeff. He turned the TV on. Success! She watched for a while, and then got bored and walked away.
What kind of cat ASKS for the TV to be turned on? I know she likes hockey. Gosh she’s a bizarre one.
Wolframalpha.com
This computational search engine went on line earlier this week. May I suggest that you start with something from the solar system? I’ve just spent an enjoyable couple of minutes comparing orbits and radii of planets and moons in our solar system. And I learned a new word today, eristic. Useful!
Some days are better than others
Yesterday I fell victim to pathetic fallacy and had another bad day. It was raining pretty hard when I went to work, and I thought about John off and on all day. I feel like I can’t move, can’t function, can’t communicate effectively. A leaden feeling pervades everything. The smallest thing will upset me. Even the prospect of having Katie here for the evening (Planet Bachelor is full up as Ruth and the girls have arrived already and Dax’ place is a little cramped) didn’t cheer me up.
And I feel I should just be able to shake it off. This morning is a little better. A shower, a cup of coffee, a little self care. Jeff is being very kind. I have work to do.
excuse me while I varf sideways
The troughmaster general proves her worth
Tamara’s new video
My videographer just forwarded a recent video, which is brief and very nice.
I like this piece of writing because it’s very rude, without swearing, and it’s about people I didn’t like to begin with.
I should have worn better shoes when I went walking last night, but oh well, live and learn.
Time to haul more laundry and clean up the kitchen, which is a sty.