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Today’s Twitters

  • 13:28 @gypsygrrl (((((hugs))))) #
  • 17:41 @gypsygrrl Do you have a designated person to dispose of said item should anything happen to you? Did you find it? Not laughing too hard. #
  • 17:42 In the throes of a very deep depressive state. sucks. #

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  • 07:00 joe left this morning for a few days in Minneapolis. We hope he makes it home before the convention starts. #

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Two Memes Today

I found the first one at Janet’s:

Seen at Heather’s and edited it to become: Thirteen things my iPod (using shuffle mode) says about me (#129)

1. What would best describe your personality? A New England – Billy Bragg
2. What do you like in a guy/girl? Dancing Queen – Meryl Streep, Christine Baranski, Julie Walters
3. What is your life’s purpose? Somebody Told Me – The Killers
4. What do your friends think of you? Rhythm of the Night – Valeria
5. What is your life story? Hymn for the Sunrise – Ali Jihad Racy
6. What do you think when you see the person you like? Radio Ga Ga – Queen
7. What do your parents think of you? Amanda – Aisha Duo
8. What will you dance to at your wedding? Something’s Gotta Give – Erin McKeown
9. What will they play at your funeral? I’m Not Sorry, I Was Having Fun – Chumbawumba
10. What is your hobby/interest? Volcano – Damien Rice
11. What is your biggest secret? The Lady of Shalott – Loreena McKennitt
12. What should you post this as? Far Away – Nickelback
13. What do you think of yourself? Old Coyote – The Weepies

And, stolen from Izzy, is this meme:

I ripped this off from Melissa Anelli’s blog.  I don’t really know Melissa very well, or at all, but her blog is interesting.  She’s the webmistress of TLC and will soon publish Harry, A History: The True Story of a Boy Wizard, His Fans, and Life Inside the Harry Potter Phenomenon.  You should buy it. 

Where were you when?

1. When John F. Kennedy was shot (22/11/1963)

I was alive and kicking. My mother, that is. I was born 16 days later.

2. When Mt. St. Helens blew (18/5/1980)
I was a junior in high school, and thought it was wild. Somehow the thought of active volcanos in the U.S. startled me.

3. When the space shuttle Challenger exploded (28/1/1986)
I was working at UT. I saw it happen on TV, and it just boggled my mind.

4. When the 7.1 earthquake hit San Francisco (7/10/1989)
I was living in Salt Lake City, IIRC.

5. When the Berlin Wall fell (7/11/1989) 

Still living in Salt Lake City. It was before I started dating Joe, and had no idea that the wall coming down would ever have any direct impact on my life. But when the wall did come down, one of his relatives was able to get a letter out from East Berlin to one of Joe’s aunts in Buffalo. We have a copy of that letter in the original Russianized Polish and Auntie Virginia’s translation.

6. When the Gulf War began (16/1/1991)
In Utah wishing Joe would get his tuchus back out there. I hated being apart from him (he was living in Buena Park, California).

7. When OJ Simpson was chased in his White Bronco (17/6/1994)

Joe and I were living in our first apartment in North Richland Hills. He was out playing miniature golf with a friend, and I was at home. Both of us watched it on TV. Joe was devastated to think that Simpson could have done such a thing, as Joe was then a diehard Buffalo Bills fan. He and I both firmly believe, however, that Simpson is 100% guilty of those murders.

8. When the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City was bombed (19/4/1995)
I was working at GTE, and went down to get something from the cafeteria. When I walked in, I saw little knots of people crowded in front of the televisions, and went to see what was up. It was so horrifying to imagine someone capable of doing such a heinous action. 

9. When Princess Di was killed (31/8/1997)

Joe and I were living in our second apartment in North Richland Hills. A co-worker of mine who lived up near Denton was going to church for the first time, and had asked us to go with her. So we heard in on the news while we were getting ready to go. I thought it was a terrible pity that she had such an unhappy life, and died so violently. I also thought that it was sad that Mother Teresa died the same day (or was it the day after), and the news of her death was completely eclipsed by Princess Diana’s.

10. When Bush was first announced President (7/11/2000)
I don’t recall. I do remember waiting up on election evening, because usually one had a result before going to bed. The days and days afterward were completely frustrating.

11. When the 6.8 earthquake hit Nisqually, WA (28/2/2001)
I don’t remember this one, but I was working a still-new job and actively involved in learning what I had to do.

12. When terrorists destroyed the World Trade Center (11/9/2001) 
I was at work. I remember the students coming into the office and asking if we’d heard what had happened. I hadn’t, and immediately turned on the radio and started trying to catch the news. Everything was pandemonium. Joe sent me home from work in an overreaction of concern, and I sat at home and watched the news for hours until I couldn’t cope anymore, at which point I turned it off and read The Railway Children and went to sleep.

13. When Columbia disintegrated during re-entry over Texas. (1/2/2003)
I was in bed, sound asleep. Joe and I both woke up to hear a loud booming noise. Obviously at the time we didn’t know what it was, but we turned on the news and quickly found out.

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Today’s Twitters

  • 21:32 @gypsygrrl Joe does that, too. But I know why he does it–too used to working all night. Love you! #
  • 21:32 @jeharasoleil mmmmmmm homemade cinnamon rolls 🙂 love you! #
  • 07:06 @gypsygrrl Oh, I’m right there with you, only it’s 5:50! #

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Yesterday morning when i was driving to work, I observed the rows and rows and rows of birds along the power lines, rooftop ridges, and trees.  I thought how cool it looked, and wished I had a good camera so I could catch some photos.

Last night Joe and I watched The Birds. I’d never seen it before, because please, folks, how scary can birds be?

This morning when i was driving to work, I observed the rows and rows and rows of birds along the power lines, rooftop ridges, and trees. I thought how menacing they looked, and was glad I had a hard-topped car safely between me and the killer birds.

What a difference a day makes, eh? 

Oh, and in case you were wondering, birds can be pretty dang scary, at least in the hands of a master filmmaker like Alfred Hitchcock.

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Today’s Twitters

  • 13:06 @gypsygrrl woohoo! Love that first day of school feeling! Break a leg, chica! #
  • 13:06 stimming #
  • 08:41 So tired that I closed my eyes at my desk and went right into a dream. Faith Want Sleep! #

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I just heard myself telling myself that I’m not ambitious, I just want to know everything.

This was precipitated by my current fascination with the U.S. Civil War. I’ve been gorging myself on documentaries; I’m reading the diary of Mary Chesnut; I’m making out little maps to try to visually understand the progress of the war and different battles. I must shamefacedly confess–for I am a southerner born and bred–that I have come to understand why Sherman blazed a fiery path through the South. I even caught myself singing, aloud, “The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down.” Be glad you’re not within earshot, ‘k?

When I turned 16, my awesome Uncle Lee sent me a small boombox and cassette tapes of all his Beatles LPs in lieu of a 16-year-old boy, which is what he thought I’d truly like (this was the post-8-track and pre-CD era). I’d never really listened to the Beatles before. For the next two years, I listened almost exclusively to the Beatles. I got every record I could find. I even had a reproduced LP with the famous butcher cover.  I had a huge poster of a line drawing of all the Beatles. When John Lennon was murdered on my 17th birthday, I wore black the next day to school. I still appreciate the Beatles, but after I turned 18 or so, I started listening again to other music.

When I was a junior in high school, at some point during the year we had to read a short story by F. Scott Fitzgerald. I fell in love, and for the next several years I read and reread everything by Fitzgerald. I read Save Me the Waltz, a loosely autobiographical novel by Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald. I read the letters between Fitzgerald and his publisher. I even had two art deco statuettes that I christened Scott and Zelda. Then one day I couldn’t stand reading Fitzgerald anymore. it seemed too self-conscious, and I get frustrated and impatient with his failed life and his characters and their failed lives and I have to restrain myself from throwing the book across the room.

Some years ago I painted any surface that didn’t move, and a few that did. I had painted country artsy crap all over my house. Then I was done with it, and I got rid of it all.  I went through a brief flirtation with animal print clothing, but that melted fast, too.

Are you seeing the pattern here?  The things that have been constant for years and years and years are my love for cooking, my love of music and piano, and my love of Chaucer. Everything else comes and goes in dribs and drabs. It frustrates me, and I think it frustrates my family even more. Whenever I take up a new interest, Joe is supportive but wonders audibly how long before I get rid of that for something else. Or like right now, when I’m into baking and cake decorating, he’s annoyed when he remembers I had all the tips and Wilton stuff years ago, and got rid of it because “I’m never going to do that again.”

I don’t know why I do this. But I will tell you that I learn a LOT while I’m in one of my mad phases of passionate interest in something. I will also tell you that I wish I could understand math and science, because I find them fascinating. I just don’t get them.

I have a fantasy about creating a world timeline. I want to fit everything I have learned and will learn into chronological order so I can see how everything fits together. I like finding the patterns. I like looking at the backside of embroidery because I love seeing how all those seemingly random knots and stitches create a beautiful work of art. Einstein once said, “I want to know God’s thoughts. . . . the rest are details.” I was about to say that I’m no Einstein, and I love seeing the details. But I think perhaps that I love seeing the details because they lead to God’s thoughts.

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