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2010-06-09 06:26 pm
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Blog Migration Status: Complete!

I have finally finished migrating all the posts from my old Blogger blog over to Livejournal. I've been working on it here and there for almost two years, and this week I decided to bite the bullet and just push through it. So now it's all here, from December 2003 until today, complete and unedited. (The "unedited" part was particularly painful. There were times back when WYSIWYG editors didn't offer helpful inline spell-checking and I was really, really lazy that I didn't spell check anything I posted, but it felt somehow wrong to go back and fix all the errors. Like it or not, that's part of who I was and so it shall remain as untainted evidence of the progression of my life. Feel free to judge past me if you like; I certainly do.)

It's fun (strange?) to go back to the beginning and see how my writing and blogging style as evolved in the last seven years. As a documentation of my twenties, my blog offers up two views: the first as a story of my life and the second as the evolution of my writing. Some of it is rubbish and a lot of it is nonsense, but it's my rubbish and nonsense. As a teenager I tried on and off to keep a diary but was never successful for more than a few weeks, and yet here I am seven years later still at it. Something about sending my thoughts out into the Internet void is more motivating than secreting them away between the pages of a book.

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2010-05-31 12:05 pm

Busty Barbie has "Bowling-Ball Cleavage"

This popped up on [profile] ontd_feminism today and, predictably, given my typical reaction when someone plays the BUT HER BREASTS ARE TOO BIG card, I has thoughts to share. Cross-posted to my other blog.

Some parents are in a twist because Mattel's new "Back to Basics" Barbie collection -- featuring a line of dolls in modern cocktail attire -- has a doll sporting a knee-length black dress with a plunging neckline and "bowling-ball cleavage".

Let's consider for a moment that all these Barbies, as a set, are themed around cocktail and evening wear. None of the dresses on any of the Barbies in this set strike me as particularly over-sexed: most of them are pretty standard fair, black dresses based on current trends or classic styles. There are only two showing off any extreme amount of cleavage, including the one in question and -- arguably, depending on your perception -- number 11 with the halter dress..

A concerned Minnesota mother says:

"I don't want [my daughter] to think she has to be this, you know, busty Barbie who's constantly wearing heels and these low-cut shirts. And that's really the image I think a doll that you're going to buy for a child is portraying."

Read the full article.

Not for nothing, but some of us HAVE naturally large breasts and for me the problem at the core here is a culture and society that over-sexualizes large breasts and judges them as automatically inappropriate. I have large breasts and I'm sick of being policed for them, especially by other women: they're no more or less appropriate than small ones.

What if the daughter of this woman grows up to have naturally larger breasts? What kind of messages are we sending to her then, that her large breasts are abnormal and 'slutty' just by virtue of their size? That she's forever doomed to the "fake-breasted stripper look" if she wears a top that so much hints at cleavage? How is that any better than telling small- or average-breasted teens they need large breasts to be sexy?

Also -- and I know I've said this before but I'm gonna say it again -- slut shaming and madonna/virgin worship are two different sides of the same coin: women are either pure, modest and sexually restrained or slutty, sex-crazed whores. The clothing choices on this set of Barbies seems very measured to me given the theme: the hemlines mix from long to short, the tops range from turtleneck to plunge, and the sleeves range from full to strapless. As a representation of basic cocktail dresses women in the current day and age wear, I think Mattel did pretty well representing a broad set of styles and degrees of sexual expression.

Of course, they're all identical body-types -- skinny, hourglass-shaped and tall. That's the bigger issue to me than what they're wearing. Wouldn't it be great if we could see a range of body-type as broad as the range of fashion? Short, stout girls, pear-shaped girls, flat-chested girls, tall and lanky girls, etc. Mattel is starting to think a little more carefully about race when they're building these dolls (though still not enough: hair and face shapes still tend toward a largely caucasian standard even when the skin tone is modified), so why not represent a broader range of body sizes and shapes as well?

Sure it would cost more to manufacture, but also think of the sales potential! With a variety of body types comes the need for consumers to buy a broader variety of clothing and accessories, especially for girls with multiple dolls that wouldn't always be able to draw from the same wardrobe. If I was Mattel's CEO that's where I'd steer the ship: good publicity and a whole host of new products to sell.

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2010-05-27 04:51 pm
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On Long Weekends (Both Figuratively and Literally)

Last weekend was not my best weekend ever. Fortunately for me I have awesome friends who were willing to deal with my uncharacteristic emotional valley in ways that were constructive and (more often, and for me just as helpful) distractive. It didn't help that the weather nearly the entire weekend was cool, damp and gloomy.

Being sad is extremely difficult for me to deal with in public, and I consider "anyone else in or near the room who might see, hear or notice" to qualify as "public". Tears in particular are notoriously tricky territory for me: in one way or another, for the vast majority of my childhood I was taught that crying was silly, that things were not worth crying over, and nearly every time I did cry I was told in matter-of-fact terms to stop. It is perhaps, then, not terribly surprising that as an adult tears (both mine and others', but mostly mine) embarrass me profoundly. When I do cry I do so almost exclusively in private; it's not unusual for me to cry in the shower where the sound and sensation is -- quite literally -- drowned out. I avoid looking in mirrors until all trace evidence in my face that tears even happened have disappeared. The most problematic part of all of this is nothing makes me cry quite so predictably as feeling embarrassed, and thus is created the inevitable circle of my personal hell: tears lead to embarrassment leads to tears leads to embarrassment leads to... You get the idea.

It's a difficult thing to admit sometimes I'm lonely and a little bit broken. I feel it disappoints people who expect better from me.

This is all a rambly and largely off-topic way of saying that I'm mostly okay and not heartbroken, just a little bit heartweary. This somewhat subtle but important difference was made significantly clearer on Tuesday evening when I saw SS at the Toastmasters social and it was surprisingly not awkward (at least not for me: I have no idea if it was for him). My saddness is more about a companionship hole in my life rather than missing anyone in particular, especially missing someone who honestly never did fill that role to begin with. I think we make very compatible friends -- and I hope we will remain so, because he's really very awesome and we have a great time -- but in the end I was always considering other options in the back of my head anyway. Something wasn't there, but I was too invested in the idea that it might be if I gave it enough time to notice.

In other non-related news, frisbee yesterday was fun. I hurt this morning, but not as much as I thought I would. I also managed to mostly keep up with the running which kinda shocked the hell out of me. No cramps, and while I did hang back occassionally and opt to play defense and guard our line rather than go hard constantly to help score, I didn't take an actual break at all in a game that spanned almost two hours. I choose to take this as a sign that I am more fit than I was last year, and that all the walking I'm doing since my life centralized around downtown is deserving of most of the credit.

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2009-12-31 04:45 pm
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A Decade in Review

It is the afternoon of New Years Eve. I am at work turning legal documents into web-friendly HTML documents and need a little break from all those UL and OL tags before I go a little cross-eyed. Also, it's almost a new decade! The oughts are nearly done with! It seems appropriate to go back and have a little look at the things that have happened to me during the last decade, if only to act as a little time capsule of that part of my life.

My Life in Summary, From 2000 to 2009 )

There are many other little tiny things that fit inbetween and overlap across those bigger things up there that have made me who I am right now and who I'd like to be during the next decade. Laid out like that with sentences and commas and periods, it seems a little scattershot and transitionless, and maybe it was in places. I have learned new things about the world, about my place in it, and about me and how my brain works. I created the person I thought I wanted to be, for good or ill, and now I think it's time to start over again. Maybe not completely, maybe not entirely, but there are some things I chose to become that I find don't fit the way I thought they would now that I'm wearing them.

But that's a post for tomorrow and a new decade. Happy New Year, all! May those who have struggled through 2009 find something better in 2010, and may those who succeeded in 2009 continue to do so as we enter the next chapter of the 21st century.

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2009-04-14 12:11 pm
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Some Thoughts On Amazonfail & Some Finalish Stats

Don't know what amazonfail is? Start at my Sunday post here, then continue on to my Monday post here.

A recap for those following along at home:
This may not be my final post on the topic, but with so many news articles and blog posts circulating, it's essentially impossible to keep track of them all. I may post a final recap -- mostly for my own benefit as someone looking to write up a comprehensive case-study on the topic for professional reasons -- later in the week, but unless something new develops, this is probably my final comment.

Obviously the first half of this story -- that GLTB, feminist, and disabled sexuality books, many of them not containing any erotic content, were flagged as "adult" and stripped of their sales rank, affecting their searchability on Amazon -- is well-reported and what caused the internet to rise up and strike at Amazon. And while I share that outrage, many people have spoken about why this matters very eloquently elsewhere, so forgive me if I switch to more professional gears for a moment.

The second half of this story is that news of this broke in social media, primarily Twitter, and Amazon was already attempting to fix the problem long before mainstream media news outlets even got a hold of the story. Also puzzling is why Amazon's PR department allowed this upsurge of bad PR to rise unchecked for so long, and why they are still continuing to allow bad opinion to circulate largely unchecked after their short and altogether unsatisfying statement about the issue without getting into the game. For a company that uses social data to great effect on their site and is considered one of the great Web 2.0 pioneers, their blasé attitude toward the negative up swell is at the very least shocking, and at the most dangerously ill-advised. I suppose we'll have to wait to see how their pre-canned comment strategy works out for them as things die down (or perhaps don't die down) over the next couple of days.

Was it a glitch? I think that's mostly spin. (And so does most of the rest of the internet.) At the very least I think this was probably and badly thought out attempt to "protect the children" without fully understanding their own complicated and increasingly irregular tagging and category structure. As an e-commerce professional specializing in usability, I can say in my professional opinion that it's a good thing most (if not all) people use Amazon's search tools to find what they're looking for, because their catalogue hierarchy is nightmarishly inconsistent, with different editions of the same book having different tags (some examples of which have been highlighted in this excellent post on Amazon's meta data).

This also may go to show how middle-management of a large corporation can be a flimsy creature indeed, and how someone in the middle-to-upper echelon of a large company can perhaps push through changes without considering their full implications or spending the time to do a thing properly. Was it a knee-jerk response to a right-wing trolling effort, similar to the infamous Livejournal strikethru incident? Was it a hacker? Was it a policy shift that got executed too quickly and very badly? Was it a translation user-error made by a French employee? As long as Amazon continues to be tight-lipped on the topic, we can't know for sure. Certainly anything that comes as an official statement from them will be painted up and spun round.

I tend to think it was another one of those unintentional things that reflects underlying social privilege and inclination to misunderstand and misrepresent those things that are different from so-called mainstream. Having said that, it was uplifting to see so many ordinary people rise up so quickly and say: no, this is not acceptable, and this is why. Rest assured that Amazon felt that slap, and hopefully other big corporations (and even governments) will think twice before implementing similar changes without a significant amount of research, thought, and openness.

Good job, internets. Sometimes you use you're flaily powers for wank and eye-roll worthy silliness, but this time you have used your powers for good. Well done.

ETA: I'm going to link some "fallout" articles here, mostly for easy finding. 

Amazonfail: Where Are We Now?
Amazon, Twitter, and the Gay Books Purge That Wasn't
Amazonfail: An Inside Look At What Happened
New York Times: Amazon Says Error Removed Listings
Some Thoughts On Amazonfail
The Lessons of Amazonfail
Press Questions I Just Answered
More From Neil Gaiman (Scroll Down, About Midway)
Amazon and the Cost of Freedom
[ profile] copperbadge's Thoughts
The Fallout of #Amazonfail Continues (National Post)
Why Amazon's Explaination is None At All
[personal profile] rydra_wong So
Amazon's "Glitch" Myth Debunked

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2008-01-22 12:25 pm
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Update on The Lexicon Lawsuit

For those of you who don't follow Leaky but might be curious about the current state of the lawsuit against RDR Books, a fantastic update has made by Melissa that summarizes the 1,100 page complaint filed by JKR and WB.  As it's a summary of a 1,100 page document, it's quite long and in two parts (Part One here and Part Two here). 

For those who have read my previous post on this subject, I add that the following section and quote as summarized by Melissa speaks directly to my point, and is an unsurprising potential side effect of a fansite's attempt to cross the line from free distribution into profit.

9. A rule against JKR/WB would harm the fan community by "necessitating more monitoring and restriction of fan activity by copyright owners afraid of compromising their rights against infringers."

As a fan of both JKR and The Lexicon website, I'm afraid I have to side with JKR and WB in this battle, if only because I hope the current good will between owners of copyright and their fans will continue.  I'd hate to see the cease and desist letters fly anew, all because copyright holders are freshly afraid of people profiting off their work.  A win for RDR means that other fans (both in the Harry Potter fandom and other fandoms) will likely also attempt to profit off copyrighted works, and you can be sure the copyright holders will respond to that by taking internet fandom -- think fanfiction, image use, screen-grabbing, and fanart -- more firmly in hold.  Part of the reason I love JKR is because she loves us just as much, and encourages us to experiment and play in her space; what a shame it would be to see that disappear over a print version of a website.

RDR has three weeks to reply to the complaint.

afterthree: (half secret half human babies)
2008-01-21 02:01 pm
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A Proposal for Relations

I found [personal profile] maple_mahogany's friending meme through [personal profile] inksplotched, and many thanks to the both of you for it.  What a neat idea, and now I've had the chance to round out my friends feed with a few new voices I'm already happy to hear from.  I'd also like to wave hello to the one or two of you who've friended me -- here's hoping I don't bore you to tears.... *winks*

On a completely unrelated note (and I hate to spam the newcomers with something that might just be ranting right of the bat), but I have something to say to the Fandom that runs on Livejournal in general that's been on my mind for quite some time.  It might be a tl;dr sort of post, but sometimes I'm a tl;dr kind of poster; I'll understand if not everyone's attention span can deal with it.

That's really all I have to say.  Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go attempt to track down new links for old recs on C&C....

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2007-12-18 03:23 pm
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Right at this very moment, I really believe there is nothing better than the feel of brand new, good quality scissors cutting through fabric.

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2007-11-14 12:34 pm
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Does Wanting More Education Mean I Wasted My Previous Education?

So. Let's hear it for the ol' One-Post-Month last month, eh?

It's just that I feel I have very little to report. My life plods on into mediocrity, the only news of interest being decidedly uninteresting to most of you. I work. I troll the internet for new and interesting things to read. I fill up notebook pages with plot points and back story connected by knots of arrows and haphazard indentation. I muck with patterns and tailor them to fit people who don't necessarily wear their waistbands under their armpits. I occasionally surface to attend social gatherings (I'm sure some of you would say far too occasionally, but let's not kid ourselves; I'm a bit of a recluse at heart, and sometimes thems the breaks).

Many of you have heard me ramble on about taking a few classes this winter, and while I've pretty much decided to do so, I'm now waffling on what to take -- or perhaps, how *many* classes to take. I had all but decided on taking Psychology 104, and then I started poking around the Grant MacEwan website and stumbled on the Bachelor of Applied Communication in Professional Writing program, which allows part-time students. Now I'm waffling on what to take, PSYC 101 or PROW 100, and idly wondering if I should bite the bullet and take both to see which I prefer.

It's not secret I'm a Jack-Of-All-Trades kind of person: I've got a steep learning curve, I like to learn new things, and I tend to be good to very good at a lot of different things, but not amazingly or masterfully good at anything in particular. I've always wondered if I could be that good at writing. I'd like to be that good at writing. Not necessarily or exclusively fiction -- though writing and reading fiction is one of the great joys of my life -- but in non-fiction and editorial capacities too. I'm better at writing than I am at pretty much anything else, and if I could spend every day reading and writing and evaluating writing (including the writing of screenplays, television, and copy) I think that would be just about the best life ever. It's what I do in a large percentage of my spare time. It's what I've always done with a large percentage of my spare time. I've always had an invested interest in being a better writer, a better editor, a better explainer, a better debater, and a better storyteller. It's just that I never imagined I could really make a career out of it. And now, here I am, twenty-five years old and wondering if maybe that's what I was supposed to do with my life. If maybe that's what I'm here for, at the end of all things.

How dramatic of me, eh? Feel free to roll your eyes whenever you feel it appropriate. Sometimes you've just got to give in to your inner soap-opera.

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2007-09-05 04:24 pm

A Quick Little Drabble

I'm actively trying not to make all of my drabbles so angsty and heavy, but fluffy, lighter drabbles are much more difficult.  Lily and James, however, are always a good place to start.  Her Men is a little snapshot of James as a father, and a reminder that every man has a little softness in him, somewhere.

You know, once upon a time I was very much not a shipper of any kind.  And then I allowed myself to get swept away with the Josh/Donna ship in the West Wing fandom because, really, there have never been a pair better suited than Josh and Donna.  I tried to write some other woman into Josh's life at one point, just to amuse myself, but no one would hold and what I ended up with was Susan Burgey and the Susan-verse (which I am thankful for, because I really like this little series of three stories about friendship), because no matter how hard you try, you just can't rock the Josh/Donna boat.  I mean, the writers tried with Amy, and failed miserably because it was apparent to everyone (including Amy) that Josh was completely in love with Donna and had been from the moment she randomly answered his phone during the campaign.

Now, I find myself feeling much the same way about James and Lily.  I feel that James and Lily might just be Josh and Donna in a different time, place, and situation.  Instead of being Josh the Master Politician, James is the Boy Who Did Everything Well.  And I think of Lily being very similar in a lot of ways to Donna... I think if I ever wrote something extended with these two characters, that I would probably base them loosely off Josh and Donna.  I really do love James and Lily.  I'm not sure about all this OTP nonsense, but I think I'm on the boat with the James/Lily ship.  I can't see one without the other.

afterthree: (unaccountable genius)
2007-08-28 12:10 am

This Is Going To Take A Very Long Time

I mentioned a few posts ago that I was thinking of re-reading the books from the beginning and posting a bit of commentary on each chapter.  Well, I decided tonight was as fine a night to start as ever, so I give you the very first installment of what appears to be an epic project in the making if the first bit is any indication.  But I am nothing if not ambitious.

It is probably worth your while to read along with me if you're considering following this foolhardy project of mine, especially if it's been a while since you've read the first book.  I'm going chapter by chapter, to keep things simple, but I'm not going to attempt to write these in a terribly formal tone, and I'm going to jump around a bit within the chapter, segways be damned.  Obviously, I'm cutting because of the length of my ramblings...

It took me much longer than I thought it would to write that all out and check the spelling and such (which is by no way a guarantee that it is all correct)... Must remember to set aside more time for the next chapter...


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2007-08-14 10:57 pm
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A Short Break

My life is -- very, very slowly -- starting to return to normal.  I have two days left of chaos before I just get to run my show for an hour and a half then pack my script away until the next show and not worry about whether or not this costume is made or that prop painted.  On Friday, we're open whether I'm ready or not, and at that point production stops and the wheels start spinning in earnest.  It will be a relief.

In the meantime, I've started penning letters for Ink and Parchment again!  *thunderous cheers*  Well, fine, maybe only a few *curious cricket chirps*.  But it's been since May something-or-other and I feel quite badly about taking so long to update (though getting Bridge out made me feel slightly better). 

afterthree: (snape right)
2007-08-08 12:38 am

Always Room In A Day For Drabbles!

It was a refreshingly no-so-frantic day at work today (followed, inevitably, by an evening that kicked my ass and took some names, but pre-Fringe time I'll take what I can get) so I took the opportunity to jot down a few more drabbles for Moments Worth 100 Words.  So close to a quarter of the way to 100 I could get excited if I wasn't so sleepy.

So we have Well Played, a brief foray into Albus Dumbledore inspired by the DH revelation that he is a bit of a manipulative git despite the whimsical exterior, and The Other Gryffindor Boy, which is a look at the beginning of the end for the Marauders.

Blast.  Another late night.  Curses and damnation.  I would trade a smallish-sized kingdom for a decent 8 hours of sleep right about now.  Maybe even an averaged-sized kingdom.
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2007-04-17 12:34 pm
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Ah, Yes. Retrospect.

Have you ever had the feeling that you've lost out on what might have been a good friendship because of a long past err in judgment? There are some people out there you meet, and in choosing to align yourself with one are therefore unable to do so with another in tandem. It's as much a choice as anything is, I suppose, but there's a level of guesswork and luck in those first few meetings that you base your choice off of. There are times when those things turn out to be nothing more than neatly pressed first impressions that don't look half so nice when worn in their more natural, wrinkled state months later.

Very few people are bothered when people they don't like do not like them, but I think most of us would agree that unrequited "like" is just as frustrating as unrequited love. When we like a person who does not like us in return, we can't help but feel inadequate; our nod validates their opinion of us, makes it something we can't shrug off and forget. It is a strange twist of fate when we are drawn to people who don't feel the same pull in our direction. It has been said that we choose our friends, but I tend to believe we have less say in this process than we think. The forces of attraction are just as difficult to predict in friendship as they are in love.

Ah well. What could have been but still might never have been if the planets had aligned differently. Some consider it destiny when people meet, but what about when they don't? Is it still fate, then, or something different? That we could have been fated to never know each other doesn't have the same ring to it, somehow...

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2007-03-12 02:44 pm
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The Only Time Of Year

Every year, there are these few weeks when it's warm enough during the day that the snow melts, but cold enough at night that the huge puddles of water and rivers in the gutters freeze over in a thin layer. There is nothing finer than tapping these frozen sheets with your feet so they crack through, exposing the water underneath, unless it's that wonderful but rare covering of ice that is thick enough to support your weight, but thin enough to make that styrofoam cracking sound as you walk on it. Just the sight of the splits and cracks chasing my feet across the surface while the whole thing creaks and groans but refuses to give makes me smile. There is so much satisfaction in cracking ice covered puddles - like cracking an egg, or popping packing bubbles - that I don't mind getting up early just so I can be the first one. I actually walk the long way to my car in the morning so I can crack puddles on my way. I'm supremely disappointed when someone has already traipsed through them and left me with nothing but chunks of ice and free-flowing water. It's like waking up to already opened Christmas presents.

It seems my apartment building is built at the lowest point of downtown. The street has been turned into a lake, the sidewalks into rivers. It's deep enough that you need rubber boots - and in places even those won't save your socks. The part of me that would love to run through them and make little boats out of milk cartons is in constant battle with the part of me that wears pretty shoes and nice pants to work. There is an especially deep monster puddle in the parking lot at work which I secretly like to drive through at high speed since I'm always dressed in such a manner that prevents me from running through at high speed.

My tax return will not be as luxurious as I hoped it would be. I will likely buy a new computer anyway, because I desperately want one, but we'll have to see when it comes to Denver. I badly want to go again - if I could explain how amazing an experience the music was in a way that would do it justice, maybe everyone would understand. I have never in my life willing sat through eight hours of music for four days straight and wanted it to keep going. To hear one more tag. Honestly. I'm not a concert person. But good, live barbershop... I've never in my life seen so many people enjoy music so much. It makes my skin goosebump and the back of my neck tingle. Like the anticipation of a first kiss. It's terribly addicting.

When I was in Indianapolis, a quartet was singing under an incredibly live arched dome in the convention centre. You could stand in the middle where the reverb was hitting at the same time the four voices hit and it was like there were a dozen people singing together. They'd tune a chord just right, and it would ring right through you.

There's something about a group of people who ask you what part you sing before they ask your name or where you're from. I love this music because you can't do it by yourself, you have to share it to make it whole. Someone will blow a pitch on the street corner and you'll tag while you wait for the light to change. You'll work a tag for an hour just to get the tuning right so you can have that moment when everyone smiles at exactly the same time because they can't help themselves.

All I'm saying, is it's a good thing Harry Potter doesn't come out that same weekend, or it would be a really hard choice.

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2007-03-02 01:04 pm
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Some Things Don't

I need to stop hibernating now.

It's difficult, though, with all this cold we're having. I can't think of any way better to spend my day than buried in piles of blankets and pillows, and this makes it increasingly difficult to have a productive life. Spring and warm weather is far more successful at getting me out of bed in the morning and keeping me out of bed throughout the day. It is a simple equation, really: the colder it gets, the more I sleep.

I'm not necessarily blaming the weather, so to speak. I just want it to stop whispering how warm and cozy my pillow is in my ear. I crumble under the pressure too easily.

Is it so entirely strange for me to enjoy my reclusiveness? Everyone else seems to prefer reaching out and pulling people toward them, gravitating toward solar systems of social activity, planning their lives around it. I don't feel I push people away, but I certainly break orbit and seem content to pass through time and space on my own more often than seems... normal. Does internal focus make me selfish? Distant? The times in my life when I feel most at a loss is when I am deprived of my own, solitary company. I feel strong standing on my own, walking on my own. My weakness is too blatant when I stand in the circle, and I would rather be close to but apart from it. Maybe that is my weakness. Let me linger on the peripheral. Often, second hand joy can be just as rewarding.

Forgive my public displays of introspect. Some things make more sense written down.

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2007-02-06 09:37 am
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That Name Again

I applaud the snow plow.

I adore the snow plow.

I deeply appreciate the snow plow and all it does for me, clearing the streets of ice and snow so that I may drive without dying.

But why - Why - WHY must they plow my way to work when the snow is only two inches high?

Rush hour is not the time to plow main streets. It stymies progress and makes people late, and late people are apt to do crazy things like pull out into oncoming traffic just to get around them.

But, most importantly, it makes me mad at the snow plow.

I don't like being mad a the snow plow. It's like getting mad at a puppy. I feel badly afterward.

Like I've lost my temper at something that was only trying to nuzzle my elbow.

So. Take a break, snow plow.

When the morning bell chimes seven, pull off and have a coffee. Have two.

Read the paper.

Take two hours. It's my tax dollar - it's on me. I don't mind.

And, at nine o'clock when traffic eases, pick yourself up after a nice rest and continue on.

Nine o'clock drivers are less cranky, anyway.

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2006-11-17 12:09 pm
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There are Some People in the World

I'm not sure if companies that produce game consoles are incredibly smart or incredibly stupid.

All I do know for sure is the same as anybody else knows. That sometime Wednesday night the lineups at Electronics Stores started to purchase a box of circuitry that, in six months, will have had a price reduction of probably 75%, but for some reason these people want nothing more than the excuse to pay $500 or $600 to play it now and stand outside for 36 hours in the winter in order to get it.

They were camped outside of London Drugs in St. Albert. But they were pretty smart. They'd brought a very large futon and probably every blanket in their respective houses. It was a leaning tower of blankets on a futon with two little faces poking out at each end. Kind of like a twinkie with a surpise filling.

You'd think Sony would expect the chaos and just spend a year making another million and stockpiling, saving the launch for next year, when they could probably still charge almost as much and still sell out.

Apparently, there are guys selling the things on e-bay for thousands. There's one that sold a minute after I wrote this for $6700.00 US. And don't forget the $60 Express same day shipping charge, 'cause why wait 1-2 business days? That kind of profit is almost worth waiting in line for...

Who are these people who can pay five thousand dollars for a game console? I think we're carving out a new definition of crazy here. I think I'll call it uber-fanboy-crazy.

Breeeeeeennndaaaaaaaa! *shouted in what I hope is the direction of the UK*

I have an unexpected day off tomorrow! We should set up a phone call! E-mail me, muffin!