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[nny]

I'm here.

I'm in my bedroom, sitting on a chair we bought at the dump which is painted a weird greeny blue - often when I'm reading, slumped back against the uncomfortably curved back, the seat slowly inches forward until it falls out from between the edges and I end up halfway through my chair. If I bend my feet up like I used to in ballet lessons (good toes, naughty toes) I can swing my feet like I did when I was a lot younger than I am now. There's a different chair in the corner of my room which we bought in an antiques shop from a really nice looking bloke (what's your name, he said. It's a pleasure to meet you.) It's from a church originally, I guess; pocket in the back like a pelican bib to hold the words to the songs and the pleas for money and prayers. [Muse sound like they're singing about lesbians.] The other chair would probably be a whole hell of a lot more comfortable than this is, right here, but it's buried so deeply under a pile of library books that unearthing it seems almost more trouble than it's worth. I'll sit in it once I've finished reading, I guess. I'll never finish reading. I have a postcard tucked above the keys of my keyboard from Del which is making me smile every time I look at it, and a postcard from Spam and one from Holly layered over eachother in a pile of friendly. My mum and dad are smiling at me from a starshaped furry photo frame, and it's odd how we hate the photos that show us how we really are - honesty is a crime, clearly, and we look far more ourselves when posed in front of a mirror/camera than we do when we're snorting coke through our noses at the teasing of someone we love.

Going to stop now. The box is full. If you have time, I'd love if you filled a reply box for me.

Comments

[kyraille.livejournal.com]

I just want to say that I really enjoyed reading this post. :)

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I'm very glad, and I love your icon. :D

[rimestock.livejournal.com]

*hugs you*

I'm not sure how well I'll do on filling a reply box, but they're on the smaller side anyway, and lord knows I ramble enough as it is. I'm curious: which song by Muse? Also, if you haven't figured out your Unknown Artist - Track 3 song, clearly the answer is to upload it and throw it at your flist until someone tells you what it is. Or, if it has lyrics -- I don't recall that you said -- to do a Google search on them.

... but that would be reasonable, and we laugh in the face of reason. Or at least I do. I do better at dialectic (the logic of falsehood).

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Map of the problematique.

And it has no lyrics, just strings and woodwind and a weird gently rocking rhythm. (Rocking like a ship, not a gig.)

[rimestock.livejournal.com]

Hinteresting!

In exchange, I am going to email you Sunset Rubdown's Track 13.

... because if somehow it ends up being the same song, you will know what it is! And if not, you will have another song. :D

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*laughs* thank you ever so!

*hugs*

[rimestock.livejournal.com]

That icon is made of awesome, by the way.

It should be showing up wherever your v@lj email redirects, also. And should be there now!

[rimestock.livejournal.com]

... hmm. Except it appears to have decided to refuse to redirect. :(

Can you drop me a different email? Mine is lunziek, on gmail. Or whatever.

I suppose I could upload it, but pfft, logic.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

'tis annysthetized(at)gmail.com, love.

[rimestock.livejournal.com]

Aha! *tries again*

[cow.livejournal.com]

I first want to note that it took a few attempts to read the partial sentence "when we're snorting coke through our noses at the teasing of someone we love" the way you actually intended it. (My first thought was, wow, families doing cocaine together--that's exciting.)

Hrm. That only filled up half the box! So... In the 1920s, (for this part of the world, that's very old) my university decided the new library would be a cathedral to learning. It's this beautiful stone and stained glass thing now. In my staff mailbox this morning was a note from one of the upper campus librarians with a picture of the wood frame that would become the stone façade. And there are no other visible landmarks; there's a house in the far background (long-replaced by some other UW building, I'm sure), and a person walking by in a long coat and hat.

I just thought that was really neat. I should find a scanner.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I would really like to see that. :D

Thank you.

[cow.livejournal.com]

UW Libraries has on-line digital collections now! Woot.



(It's actually steel frame, not wood. The printed copy I got had fake sepia toning and made it look like wood.)

Title: Suzzallo Library under construction, University of Washington, ca. 1923
Photographer: Unknown
Date: ca. 1923
Notes: The west wing of the library was built in 1926, and the southeast wing was added in 1935. It is named for Henry Suzzallo, president of the university from 1915 to 1926 and designed by architects Bebb and Gould.

Filed in: UW - Libraries - Suzzallo, construction (#570).

[villainny.livejournal.com]

You've just made me smile ridiculously. Thank you.

[cow.livejournal.com]

You're welcome; and thank you for the idea. The "fill the box with something random" idea was fun. :)

[cow.livejournal.com]

oh, and Suzzallo as it looks today:
http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=463334&size=o
(not my pic)

The three top floors there, with the stained glass? That's the Graduate Reading Room.
http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=69593546&size=o
Quite possibly my favorite place on campus.

[fire-and-a-rose.livejournal.com]

It is possibly not a well-known fact, but still a true one, that I have a great...affection, I guess, for Buddhism. I try to integrate it as a philosophy in my life, since as a religion, I'm pretty well Christian. So, anyway, in Buddhism you have the Green Tara, who's the female Bodhisattva of compassion. And I adore her. Like, if I could figure out a way to have done it, I would've made her my patron saint (which, y'know, the Catholic Church, not so big with making them thar heathen things part of the Confirmation process. But you get what I mean.) Anyway, I was making my new layout and put the mantra for her on it--Om Taare Tuttaare Ture Svaahaa--and I'm kinda smiling every time I see it. Sometimes it's funny what makes the day better. And so I'm sharing it with you. PS: Do you need the Miyazaki soundtracks still, and how should I upload them for you? Individually?

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I'd really love the soundtracks but if I download a single other thing I won't be able to squash any more SG:A onto my computer so I must sadly decline. Thanks ever so for offering, though.

My attitude to religion is that things make sense to you for a reason, and that you find your own path to god. This is why I'm not a part of any organised religion - because none of them is quite right for me. (Mum asked if having a little Buddha on my chest of drawers - a wooden carved on, peaceful and thin and meditating, not a fat gewgaw for luck - is like having a devil.) I respect the Buddha because he had a lot of good things to say, and because he said you needed to find your own way and his might not work for you. A lot of religions based on what he had to say got it wrong.

I think the same thing about Jesus.

[dramawench.livejournal.com]

This is an awesome post. Beautifully written.
I'll use my church icon in honor of your chair.

[amphibienne.livejournal.com]

I just painted a watercolour! It's the first one I've ever done, and it doesn't look like a watercolour, at least I'm fairly sure that no watercolour should look quite like that -- but it's mine, and my girls both came over and exclaimed that it was the prettiest thing they ever saw, and who am I to say that it is not? :) I am ridiculously proud of it. I am letting it dry, and then I may use it for an art assignment.

I hadn't expected that, but of course, as a teacher, you have to teach stuff you don't know much about...

[tropes.livejournal.com]

I am also here.

Today at work was actually pretty good, because I was busy all day. I even got to go on an errand for an hour and a half, to a client to drop off some architectural inserts which had the copy what I wrote on them, so that was all right.

My days are so weird, lately. Everything seems off. I keep coming home and it's so quiet online -- my flist is barely at skip=25, and everyone who used to post like mad is so quiet. It's disorienting, for me.

I don't think I can fill one of these thingers. It's too big.

Ummmm.

My house is coming along. My mattress of plushy doom is coming tomorrow -- I have to buy sheets for it, which I realized belatedly. Oops. I have no queen sheets. There goes $100. @_@

I am pondering ficness for SOphie. Expect Great Things later tonight or tomorrow.

I am so glad it's Friday. Holy crap.

...And that's all I got.

[apiphile.livejournal.com]

[Muse sound like they're singing about lesbians.]

Supermassive Black Hole? That song sounds like lesbian sex, it really does. It has exactly the right beat. One day I'm going to put together an EP of all the songs that fall into that category (there's one by My Ruin, there's Drive by the Indigo Girls, Life Less Ordinary ...)

I have a postcard tucked above the keys of my keyboard from Del which is making me smile every time I look at it

I'm glad it's having the desired affect. NOW WHERE IS MY PIRATE!AU? *cough* When, you know. You have hours in the day and all.

[unravels.livejournal.com]

My train of thought type writing is always a GIANT RUN-ON. Tonight I was going to go to the festival in the park with a couple people after working late and I came home and changed and got my stuff together and was going to walk down there because it's THAT CLOSE and ate some noodles quickly and finally called them and they said they'd changed their minds and weren't going. So then I kind of deflated and have been looking for something worthwhile to do ever since. And right now I'm here in my chair that looks like a decent executive desk chair but it's actually possessed by something evil. It used to belong to my dad and he got rid of it because it always resets itself to the highest level when you get up and then whenever you sit in it... without warning, it will ZOOM down to the lowest level. Unless you're perched on it just right. It tends to wait a few seconds, especially with new people, just to make sure they are properly terrified. So when you come to my house (and you will, muahahahahaha), you have been WARNED. :]

[innerbrat]

I am sort of here but not really here but I will endeavour to fill a reply box anyway because I love you. It's twenty past one in the morning when I start writing this, and my flatmate's plane from Greece gets in at 7.30am. Meanwhile I am trying to make the place look presentable, partly because I know it's pretty much irritating as all hells to come home from holiday to a messy flat, and partly out of my own 'OMG she's going to find so much to criticise' insecurities.
Cat litter. I hate the smell of cat piss and no one really told me how to change the litter, so I did as best I could, I think. Meanwhile I am engaging in down/uploading music, because I'm a big giant music h0r.
Also, reading 'feminist' blogs linked to elsewhere on my friends list, getting angry at their counter-productive misandrism and wondering what the hells the world is coming to. I feel frustrated and angry every time someone says: - 'I don't care if you believe in gender equality, you can't be a feminist because I say so!', and I feel equally, if not more so, when someone I know to believe in gender equality and the unequalness of the situation today, says they're not a feminist because they don't fulfill the arbitrary criteria set by the people who formed the first part of this overly long sentence. Meh, I shouldn't have turned the comment box in your journal into a rant space, and for that I apologise.
I miss you do very much, you know. I wish you could make messenger - even something browser-embedded like Google Chat - work on your computer so I could pounce you and tell you how much you matter to me. Or even better, I wish you lived in London. That would be the awesome to end all awesome. We'll especially miss you this weekend. So very very much. I want to see you at Halloween, if that's possible.
It's nearly twenty past two, and I'm still here. not because I'm still doing housework - I think that's passable right now - but because I'm working on music, and because I'm enough of a music geek to want to get this right dammit. Yeah, I dunno. I got nothing.
These reply boxes are big, aren't they? OK. I am getting worried about my work - I just spent two days trying to figure out this one bit of statistics, and whether or not I could apply procedure a) to the results of procedure b). I finally came to the conclusion that I can, or at least don't care if I shouldn't, and the weekend turned up. Now I'm worried that I'll forget it all when Monday comes around. Woe. Angst. Drama.
At some point soon, after I've finished uploading AC/DC, downloading Ani DiFranoc and organsiign my Aerosmith collection, I intend to sleep. Under an Argos duvet cover and on Argos upper pillow cases, but my sheets and my under pillowcases were a present from my lady.
Have I said recently how awesome my lady is? Sometimes I worry that I bore everyone and herself by repeating it over and over again. These sheets she sent me, they're light blue to match my cheap Argos bedding and the softest thing you'll ever feel. Seriously. It's like having your legs freahly shaved every single day. And that's nothing against the feeling of having actually freshly shaved skin against it.
And now I'm talking rubbish. See what happens when you keep me up late? I'm only now wondering if the text box is actually going to tell me when I run out of space or not. Plus, there'smod issues.
Man, I wish you were around IM wise to vent modily at, because we have a tendency to share so many opinions and stuff, I just want to talk to you.
Gah, now I sound unduly g0ff. I don't mean to. Perhaps I wil abandon this 'fill the comment box' milarkey and get some sleep.
Love.

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

Which Muse song is it? I don't recall any lesbians, but then I'm generally listening to that amazing voice as opposed to the lyrics. I've actually started liking Death Cab For Cutie now (I have no idea what it means) because they're all nice and acoustic, so I can play their songs without sounding like I need backup.

Half-full! mm, oranges. My feet ache sooo much. I just had my very last bakery shift of four hours with no sitting down time unless I take a five-minute toilet break. Augh, the ankles! I'm downloading Queer as Folk, and a few episodes of Ouran Host Club, which is OH GOD SUCH CRACK SO MUCH CRACK. They're absolutely insane. Also, I have a Sims 2 neighborhood called Yaoi Town.