Ogden Nash was born.
Author: Allegra
Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.
I am assuming all the filkers I know have seen this
many footpounds of torque were applied to this interpretation of the words of Cat Faber.
This is an interesting cultural artifact. It appears to have been made by someone who lives in southeast Asia. I enjoyed it – I think somebody snuck up in the night and filed off my last tastebud, though.
Peaceful day.
I had a nice slow start, and then Paul turned up around 11:30 and we hacked away at the separation agreement. I’m fine with it – Paul has to go away and think about one last issue, which is not a deal killer in my opinion. Either way, I’m ready to sign. It was embarrassing to realize we didn’t know how to spell one of daughter Katie’s middle names though – good thing the birth certificate is here.
After that we went into New West and got my name off the joint account (I’ve not touched it since long before I moved out, except to put money in it, but it makes sense to stop having a joint account) and then had a nice shop (more batteries, epsom salts, that kind of thing) and I left a message for the woman I want to do a video of me doing the Tapioca song so I can get it on Youtube. Tapioca belongs to the world! I kinda went nuts in my old butcher shop and dropped about $40 on meat, but Paul didn’t complain when I cooked him an early dinner (I MISS COOKING) of pork souvlaki, rice and greek salad (which he mostly prepped) rounded out with that lovely McAuslan Apricot wheat beer. Strawberries, blueberries, powdered sugar and cream for dessert, and we ate out on the balcony, with Paul occasionally wincing as the buses went by – he really hates bus noise.
Then we worked on each other’s feet and he napped on the Dreaded Sofa of Morpheus. He told me to wake him up about 10 to 7 but he looked so peaceful I let him snooze another 10 minutes. It was a very odd way way to spend the 25th anniversary, but we’re plenty odd people, and it was very peaceful. And productive. And hopefully quite typical of how things are going to be in future.
the other side of the balcony
On this day in 1982
Paul and I moved in together. Today would have been our 25th anniversary.
Somebody who doesn’t understand copyright
Has put all of Calvin and Hobbes on the net.
So enjoy while you can.
In a dayful of amazing things
most of which I can’t blog about, I had the most amazing case of instant karma.
I found somebody’s watch in the hall on the way in to work. I picked it up, carried it back to my apartment, put up a sign on the bulletin board with my phone number, she called me, and I took it back to her just now.
And she gave me a pint of strawberries.
And I have cream.
sounds interesting
I only listened to the castrato. I guess I’m just sick.
From the blind poet Al-Ma’arri
They recite their sacred books, although the fact informs me
that these are fiction from first to last.
O Reason, thou (alone) speakest the truth. Then perish
the fools who forged the religious traditions or interpreted them!
Elly’s journey
My friend Elly is the subject of a ten minute documentary about her recovery from bipolar illness. As I have seen her in a very bad way, and been her friend over 20 years, and I conveniently live in Vancouver, I got elected to talk a bit about the difference between then and now. Frankly, she’s not the same person, and everybody’s really happy about that, especially Elly.
Recovery from mental illness is not always possible. It is not easy to have enough insight to start working on it. Step one, take responsibility for it. Step two, learn to cope with stress and learn what your triggers are. Step three, eatrightexercisemeditate&sleep. Step four, let people into your life who support your recovery with open arms, and move away from people who don’t support your recovery – without taking on a big load of grief or guilt. Rinse. Repeat. The steps are simple. Doing it is backbreaking work. I’d like to point out the link to her website here, commercial plug.
The energy level, sincerity and professionalism of the VFS students making the film was a palpable thing – I got a contact high hanging out with them.
And one of them showed me a Youtube video he made. It was SO GOOD! I think I’ll watch it again. It’s called Making me Nervous, and the band is called Brad Sucks.
Recovering spirits
As per instructions, here is the latest reading:
Six Wands
The Hermit
The Fool
Two Swords
Four Swords
Eight Cups
The Hanged Man
Ten Swords
Ten Pentacles
Page Pentacles
A sacrifice will be demanded; the price will be paid, and willingly; the outcome is favourable. In all matters the querent has company – every suit card is a multiple of two – and in all matters there is completion – every trump is either zero – the Fool – or a multiple of both two and three – the Hermit and the Hanged Man. An elegant spread.
The world bicentennial of scheduled steam boat service
On this day in 1807, Robert Fulton’s steamboat left the dock on scheduled service.
Scroll down to the bottom to see what Napoleon had to say about steamboats. Tee hee.
Sad…..
It’s time to cross fingers, hold breath and pray for strength.
“I’m not afraid
to believe
I won’t be asked to carry
more than I can bear…”
Love holds loss in the hollow of its hands. Stay tuned…. as with many things in my life, I may be cavitating, levitating, warping, woofing, weaving and ducking for no good reason at all.
It’s been bally ages since I posted a decent moose pic
Warning…. this moose is not alive.
But it’s not exactly dead, either. Kinda the steampunk moose.
The squirrel in the flying trapeze
