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Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 09:41 pm a quiet day, compared to last Wednesday
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Not much on, really, aside from Certain Birthday Preparations1. It turns out that Marshmallowy Coworker not only had the flu last week, but sprained her ankle just as she was recovering from same; she's been crowhopping about work for the past couple of days, wincing as the splint shifts, for the past couple of days. Here's to hoping she has a decent birthday tomorrow too2, though I don't know if she has someone to prepare her birthday cake equivalent. I may have to see she gets at least a cupcake with a candle.

Tomorrow (for me): birthday steak and cheesecake, and a certain modicum of presents. Also collecting honey from my mechanic for my second batch of mead of the year.

1[info]stephe making me my Birthday Cheesecake, which has to cool overnight
2she and I share The One Perfect Birthday
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Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 02:32 pm A True Gift for Veterans - Peace

I just found this and wanted to pass it on...

For OpEdNews: Rowan Wolf - Writer

The U.S. is deeply embedded in the mythology of the heroism of the warrior culture. There is a lot of rhetoric about the courage and sacrifice of the those who have fought (versus those who have served) for our "freedom." Never is that "freedom" defined. However, it is true that many have served - willingly or not - under the belief they our protecting our "freedom" and "our way of life." I will not besmirch those sacrifices, nor will I be silent on the utterly shameful way that both the government and the people of the United States have met the needs of those who have served. We call them "heroes," but as a nation living with heroes is a more difficult task than remembering (once in a while) those who have died.

Many return from their service transformed All too often, they are too uncomfortably transformed to fit into the "civilian" flow of life. For some, it is more comfortable to return to bloody combat and the risk of death, than to return to friends and family, and co-workers, and a clueless populace. The adrenaline, and violence, and death-linked comradery is a real embrace. The invisibility and lack of understanding of "home" is a different kind of death.

For some, there is no return to war zones, and for better or worse they wrestle the demons and some "win" and some "lose." Some rebuild their lives. Some end up on the streets, or in the jails, or numbed by drugs of choice. Many, and certainly their families, cling with all their might to the comfortable myth that "it was all for a grander purpose."

I have heroes who are veterans. I have watched many face the demons of war (and military "actions") that remain with them - often for a life time. One of the sacrifices they made is the tattering of a glamorized entertainment myth of war and fighting in the face of bloody reality and burned indelibly upon their mind's eyes, and upon their hearts. It is a cost beyond bearing, and one that goes virtually unacknowledged by the populace.

Instead, they all too frequently face a betrayal by those societally tasked to know - and support - them. Namely, the Department of Defense, and the various military services, and the Veterans Administration. Conditions such as PTSD and psychological issues are frequently ignored, or those who have served are dissuaded from pursuing services. Then there are those other things that the military does not want to acknowledge, and therefore refuses to provide service - the "atomic" vets, agent orange, depleted uranium, Gulf War Syndrome, the effects of vaccinations, the paltry benefits left to the families of the fallen, the list goes on and on. The realities of serving - or surviving serving.

Once a year (twice if we count Memorial Day) the nation is called on to recognize these heroes - standing and fallen. This sanitized recognition does not mean embracing the reality of the service or the true sacrifices made. This sanitized recognition does not even recognize the human and national costs of that service. Certainly, nothing is said in this war glorifying culture regarding what the best recognition should really be - a commitment to ending war and working for peace. Yes, peace is work - ongoing work. However many veterans DO make this commitment, and for veterans that commitment comes at a higher price than for most who have never served.

So I want to say thank you to the most courageous of veterans who I know - those veterans who struggle for peace. They have fought, and continue to fight, incredible internal battles while waging the most significant of struggles - the struggle for peace. Thank you veterans for this ongoing service to an ungrateful nation. Thanks also to those veterans organizations that struggle untiringly for peace and truth, and support those who have served in this critical struggle.

Please thank a veteran, and thank a Veteran's organization such as those below. Importantly, also commit to fighting for veteran's rights and to creating a world where such sacrifices are never needed again.

Veterans for Peace

Iraq Veterans Against the War

Veterans Against the Iraq War

*my edit:  WinterSoldier.org

 

www/uncommonthought.com/mtblog/

Rowan Wolf is an activist and sociologist living in Oregon. She is the founder and principle author of Uncommon Thought Journal


Peace,
Ed


* I changed the link from one that was obviously incorrect.

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Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 02:00 pm Network Maintenance: Saturday, November 14, 2009 at 04:00-06:00 UTC/GMT
On Saturday the 14th at 4AM UTC/GMT we will be upgrading the operating system of our network load balancers to a newer version, one that will allow us to use both CPUs! Nifty, because multiprocessing is nice.

Since we have 2 load balancers, the plan is to upgrade 1 at a time, and there really should be very little impact to our website. Hopefully you won't notice a thing and I'll get to go back to the hotel and watch some wonderful late night infomercials.

We've got a lot of exciting projects coming up for 2010 and we're hoping that we'll be able to deliver them all to you, that you will find it useful/cool/lovely and then you will use the site even more. Behind-the-scenes work like this will give us the capacity to handle the anticipated traffic, so expect a few more maintenance windows especially in the beginning of next year as we've got some neat ideas to improve performance around here! We had the recent 30-45 minute outage yesterday due to one of our logging databases filling up disk space -- not so great design coupled with my human error in handling the initial problem -- and it looks like we're going to finally have some resources to eliminate stuff like that. I can't wait!

As usual, I will be updating status.livejournal.org before and after, just in case you are not able to reach our main website during the work.
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[info]dwell, posting in [info]lj_maintenance
Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 12:20 pm The Number of the Day is: ... *40* (Wow! that's a really big number!)
Warning: this post will have many video embeds, because I can't really explain what I've seen without showing what I've seen (plus, I'm planning on doing another post, later, that will take a lot of thinkifying and writing, and I'm budgeting my energy and time, or we'll just get a repeat of yestderday).

This is what I first saw, when I tuned in to my local "PBS" Station (the name "PBS" hadn't even been dreamt up, yet) on November 10, 1969, at 3:30pm (I was 5, going on 6).



In 1969, Kindergarten was considered "preschool," seperate from "Elementary School" -- it was an "extra" -- nice if you could get it, but poor kids from the inner city (ie Black) kids were not getting it. ...And they were suffering later, because of it. But 97% of all households had a television. So Joan Ganz Cooney got the idea* to bring the Kindergarten to the kids. The show's primary audience were 5 and 6 year-olds (The secondary audience was the parents and older folks, hearing the TV in the background).

In 1999, for the first time since the show was created, the producers went back and analysed who was actually watching the show. And they discovered that it wasn't 3, 4, or 5 year-olds, anymore -- it was 1 and 2 year-olds.

One of the things that surprised the focus group leaders (I remember reading this on Sesame Street's "For parents" webpage at the time) was that even the very young toddlers had long attention spans if you gave them a coherent storyline to follow (something that supports my theory that humans are hardwired to be storytellers and story-listeners). So Elmo got his own, longer, segment.** And even though two-year olds are not stupid, they don't have half the real-world experience of five-year olds, so a lot of the snappy humor and satire was flying right over their heads, so that got toned down, too.

So that leads us to the Sesame Street I saw last night:


The entire show is "long narration format," the entire hour is filled with four or five long segments, each with a different set of characters and on a different set, and in a different style; it's like a regular "primetime line-up" condensed into a single hour; each segment is a stand-alone show you can look forward to. The short, minute-long, clips are gone... and yes, I will miss them. But the show isn't being made for me, now. It's being made for my grandchildren (metaphorically speaking).

One of the new characters is Abby Cadabby -- a fairy godchild who's an emigree to Sesame Street from the land of fairies. This allows the writers and producers to introduce the ideas of cross-culturalism without exoticizing any actual human beings (some of whom may be watching, and not apreciate being "othered"). And I think I may really grow fond of Abby's new "show," which was introduced last night:



Oh, and for the 35th season, the producers introduced Traction Jackson, to educate people that Wheelchairs are Still Not a Tragedy:



Last night, TJ Led the Dancing for the number of the Day. Maybe the writers for Glee should watch...

And, for the sake of nostalgia, have another segment from the first season, that I remember, but maybe it was before you were even born:



"Cookie Monster" wasn't always "Cookie," you know... (in his pre-Sesame career, he was a spokesmonster for Frito-Lay, and ate computers in IMB corporate educational films ... he also starred in a few of my nightmares, as a kid)


*This is a gross over-symplification.

**The reason Elmo became so commerical -- being marketed every Christmas -- was because the federal government pulled out its public funding in 1981, and even kids' shows take money to make. You can stop blaming the Big Corporations, Internets.
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[info]capriuni
Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 07:56 am BOOBS BOOBS BOOBS
Whoosh! That was the sound of my hit count trippling as boob-hunters surf in from Google. WHEE! Today Mir blogged about how she was reading a blog she likes and BOOM, her eyes were attacked/treated (it’s all about perspective, isn’t...
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[info]fasterthankudzu
Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 02:41 am I did not post a thing, today...
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Because I had (what I thought were / think are) Two Equally Potentially Awesome Things to Write about. ...And I couldn't decide which one to pick.

Either:

A) The form of literature unique to American Sign Language, called an "ABC Story," with an example that commemorated a recent event in Deaf History.

or:

B) Comtemplations and musings triggered by the Fortieth Anniversary Episode of Sesame Street (Which I watched during my dinner, tonight); as long as I come to terms with the fact that it has evolved into an almost completely different beast than it was two generations ago, it still is made of different kinds of awesome... (The Number of the Day was [drumroll] 40!)

Right now, I should toddle vaguely in the direction of bed...
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[info]capriuni
Nov. 10th, 2009 @ 11:53 pm v day
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If you have been wondering what the correct punctuation was for the American holiday celebrating its veterans -- Veteran's Day? Veterans Day? Veterans' Day? -- you will be glad to know that the very first question on our government's website FAQ regarding this holiday addresses this truly vexing issue.
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Nov. 10th, 2009 @ 06:39 pm Ground Control

Ground Control
Originally uploaded by egazelle
A building in progress in Southwest. Portland, Oregon.
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Nov. 10th, 2009 @ 01:10 pm Writer's Block: Famous last words

If you were close to death, what would you choose for your last words? To whom would you want to say them?

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Because it was Monday morning, Joseph knew he was close to death.  He lay on his futon, aching everywhere, doomed by the HIV / brain tumor / H1N1 / plague that he'd contracted overnight.  From where he lay, about 8 feet from the kitchenette, he could see fruit flies hovering around the half apple he'd left out of his pink refrigerator the night before.  He'd swear he could hear them buzz, but "I heard a fly buzz when I died" had already been taken.  He'd have to think of something else, and quickly, before Melissa woke up.  There was no point in having chosen your last words if there was nobody there to hear them.  He just hoped he'd last that long.

It was a drag crashing at his older sister's place, Joseph thought, and wondered if there might be some possibility there in that verb.  "Like a computer loaded with Window's '95, I crash," he croaked dramatically.  Didn't quite cut it.  He rolled over, feeling the spears of hostile aliens probing his brain.  His feet poked out of the not-quite-long-enough comforter, and he noted that his toe nails needed painting.  Black this time, he thought.  It would suit his mood.  Not that he was Goth or anything.  He didn't have to be.  There *was* nothing more gothic than getting through a Seattle November, even if he never left this futon again, which at this point seemed highly likely. 

The loud and obnoxious sound of the Bangles emanated from his sister's room.  Melissa had different alarm tones for every day of the week.  Monday's lyric "If I had an airplane, I still wouldn't make it on time..." blared out and he groaned.  Maybe "I'm catching the early train" would be good last words to whisper in his final moments.  Particularly if he died this morning, at the tragically young age of 19.  

"Rise and shine!"  Melissa bounced out of her room, perky as ever.  She worked as a receptionist downtown, and "perk" was more than just her 9-5 persona.  Joseph couldn't imagine how they'd come from the same parents.  Maybe they hadn't.  Maybe (he thought, for the millionth time), he'd been given away by his real parents, genius scientists who were kidnapped by a hostile foreign government.  He groaned.

"Headache?" Melissa asked with a smile.  She bustled to the kitchen and got a plastic bag, tossing it to him as he tried to prop himself up on his elbows.  "Make sure those get into the glass bin -- the pick up is tomorrow."  Perfect.  She'd been harping on to him about his bottle collection for weeks and she'd chosen now, the hour if not the moment of his death, to insist that he get rid of it.  Something about glass maybe?   He remembered something about being immortal until the second glass of wine...but maybe that was "mortal".  He couldn't remember.

He listened to Melissa getting ready for work, and sat up when she brought him coffee.

"Thanks, " he said.  He took a sip.  He couldn't think of any good dying words this morning.  Probably best to go on living until he was more inspired.



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[info]mystic_savage
Nov. 10th, 2009 @ 01:03 pm (no subject)


Chrysanthemum 8464
© Bill Pusztai 2009

This one's the cover for my first 2010 calendar (see it here). Still to come, a calendar of Danny's knitting/spinning, a kitchen calendar, a vertical calendar of botanicals, a calendar of B&Ws, and the ever-popular Men calendar.

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[info]bitterlawngnome
Nov. 10th, 2009 @ 12:01 pm Retreat (or It’s Easier to Hole Up When the Hole has Fine Amenities)
It used to be so simple! I would strap the baby in the car safety seat bucket, hand the bucket to Scott, and say, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH OH BEAUTIFUL FAMILY NOW GET OUT. After a few years, we...
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[info]fasterthankudzu
Nov. 10th, 2009 @ 11:30 am (no subject)
I have two one unused Dreamwidth invite code ... anyone want one?
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[info]bitterlawngnome
Nov. 9th, 2009 @ 11:02 pm (no subject)
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I didn't have to help a single student today with any business math, so that made for a manageable Monday. No compound interest, no present value: no problems!

Like, more than a year ago, a friend loaned me Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close and then I never ever read it... until this last week. It's very good -- maybe Time Traveler's Wife good -- but it's a difficult book to read on the bus because it's a very 'sensitive' book and I don't like showing 'sensitive' emotions in public.
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Nov. 9th, 2009 @ 11:17 pm Looking for story contributions
Hello,

I apologize if this is not allowed here.

I have published a couple of books and my current one is going to be potentially called "Coming Out" or "Knocking the Closet Door Down". It is going to be made up of various people's coming out stories. Whether gay, lesbian, trans, poly, kinky or even funny ones like Republican (kidding!)

So I need stories. If you are interested in being in the book please email me your story to shampoo150@gmail.com and out "coming out story"

also let me know here if you're interested so I can look for you email.

thanks!X

EDIT

So sorry, I copy and pasted only half of what I wanted to say. First off, here is a link to my current books. http://stores.lulu.com/shampoo150. I don't want to hear, "self publishing isn't real publishing", there are mixed feelings and I consider it legit because there is an ISBN number and I know plenty of sucsessful authors who self-publish.

Second, regretably because I fund this, I can't give you compensation and so I hope people will contribute for the sheer joy of having their story published. HOWEVER, in order to get the book at it's lowest price I opt to set my revenue to $0.00 so therefore I do not get anything either.
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Nov. 10th, 2009 @ 02:59 am Monday Book Giveaway (November 9, 2009)

Three books to give away, three winners! Congratulations to:

Congratulations, winners! If you’ll send your shipping information to katrina (at) stonoff (dot) com, I’ll get your books in the mail.

For next week, you can choose any book I’ve mentioned. It can be a book I’ve referred to casually on the blog (like that really big book you’ve all heard of that you cannot mention by name), a book I have given away (like Something Missing or Big Numbers), a book I’ve reviewed (like Mark of the Demon or the books listed here and here), or any book that appeared on one of my giveaway shelves.

Comment below with the name of the book you want, and come back next week to see if you’ve won. Contest open to anyone on the planet who has access to reliable mail service.

Now, the hat:

As promised, I went to Portland to get pictures of the fascinators. A fascinator is sort of like a hat except much smaller, more like an ornament than a head covering. They are usually very showy, with feathers or beads that stick up and out of the hair, and are worn at dressy occasions. They can be on a headband, a comb, a barrette, or bobby-pinned into place. My favorite fascinator designer is Taissa Lada (who I discovered through her Live Journal).

Hat A

Sadly, the fascinators I loved at Nordstrom were gone. However, there were fun head ornaments, similar to fascinators, and I took pictures of some of them.

This one is a rose made from a strip of black and pinkish-gray knitting, set on a thin black headband. I like the width of this headband, but chose not to buy it for two really good reasons.

  1. It brings out the salt-and-pepper in my hair (EEK!).
  2. Kim, my favorite sales clerk ever, said, “That looks like a bird’s nest in your hair!” I’d hate to give a passing bird any ideas.

Note to self: when you fall in love with something at Nordstrom, buy it. I should also have bought the miniature top-hat set at a jaunty angle on a headband that I saw in a quirky little store in Portland a couple of months ago.

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Nov. 9th, 2009 @ 09:49 pm planning Thanksgiving
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It looks like I'll be out of town for Thanksgiving1, leaving [info]stephe all to his lone lorn self...this is not quite as bad as it sounds, given he'll be working extremely long shifts on Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. Having a day all to himself to stare at the ceiling and maybe have a TV dinner suits him; we'll just have "Thanksgiving dinner" the next week, when all the shops are conveniently open should we forget something.

On the down side, I'll be travelling on the day before and after Thanksgiving. On the plus side, it's by train so I don't have to deal with packing to get through security and grumpy TSA agents, originating in quite small stations so I won't even have to deal with lines. Indeed, if Amtrak's on time I'll have time for a leisurely meal in Chicago2.

1a non-genetic branch of my family will be gathering nearby, so I'm just whisking in and out for a quick visit
2even if it isn't, the food will still be better than airline food
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Nov. 9th, 2009 @ 01:51 pm Twerped
I just Tweeted. ALL BY MYSELF! *preen* I realized I was never going to call Mir and have her teach me how so I went with my tried and true method of farting around with a thing until I accidentally...
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[info]fasterthankudzu
Nov. 9th, 2009 @ 11:15 am Ignorance is Bliss Cake
subtitled: It's OK, butter is actually good for you in a way that margarine never was, says Michael Pollan

This is a recipe that I took from the Pioneer Woman. I then wrested it to my own nefarious purposes.

• Melt 2 sticks of butter
• On the side, boil one cup of water
• Add four heaping (and when I say heaping, I mean basically just keep going. Maybe use the biggest excuse for a spoon you can find in the house) tablespoons baking cocoa to the butter and whisk it in. Add boiling water. Let it bubble for 30 seconds and then turn off the heat and set it aside
• Combine 1 cup white flour, 1 cup whole wheat flour (danger! We're deviating from the Pioneer Woman's carefully laid plans now!), 1 cup sugar (maybe even brown sugar. Ha! Take that!) and some salt
• Add in chocolate mixture, only stirring slightly
• In another bowl, combine 1/2 cup buttermilk (or regular milk with a dash of vinegar), 2 beaten eggs, 1 tsp vanilla and 1 tsp baking soda
• Add to the chocolate/flour mixture and mix well
• Pour into a 9 x 13 pan because this used to be a sheet cake but I don't have a sheet cake pan. What are you going to do about it?
• Bake at 350 for about 20 minutes or until a toothpick in the middle comes out clean, which for me was exactly 20 minutes

MEANWHILE, and this is the really nefarious part:

• Melt 1 1/2 sticks of butter, whisk in 8 heaping tablespoons of baking cocoa (just kind of keep going until it's ludicrously chocolately) and add 1 can of sweetened condensed milk. (Sweetened condensed milk isn't really sugar, friends. It's a dairy product.)
• Chop & add 1 cup walnuts if you're so inclined. Whisk in a splash of milk or maybe some WHIPPING CREAM and the nuts and let it all bubble for a little, stirring until smooth, and then turn off the heat

• When the cake comes out, poke holes all over it with a stick that you bought to make carmel apples with. Then pour the glaze all over the poor unsuspecting cake, being sure to drown the living daylights out of it.
• Best eaten straight out of the hot pan with a fork. Or you can cut it and pretend to be civilized if you must.
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[info]marianndashwood
Nov. 9th, 2009 @ 07:00 am (no subject)


Mushroom 0584
© Bill Pusztai 2009

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Nov. 8th, 2009 @ 10:00 pm The Matthew Effect
I spoke in sacrament meeting today, and my topic was the parable of the talents which, I am sorry to tell you, is one of those scripture stories to which my first reaction was "Really? Boring." So I had to get humble and study and look for good ideas and I'm glad that I did.

The coolest thing happened, too. As I was thinking about the parable of the talents this week I was thinking of its slightly incongruous ending where the one talent is taken away from the servant who was too intimidated to act and given to the rich one who had made ten. It's wise, but only if you really think about it. And it made me think of ability grouping where students who are good readers are grouped with each other and they do well and the more time they spend together doing well, the better they become at reading, whereas the low-achieving students don't get to spend as much time reading and they don't improve and the achievement gap widens. (I'm not advocating any sort of justice in the reading scenario - I do think that the higher ability students should be allowed to excel but I also think we have a responsibility towards the low-achieving students. Anyway. Just saying that the metaphor breaks down, but that's neither here nor there.) They call this the Matthew Effect. And I thought that was kind of funny when I taught it to my class, that they would call it that, and I assumed it was named after some smart little boy somewhere named Matthew who was a really good reader.

So last night, as I thought I had my talk done and was going to bed, I got up again just to look up the reference in my Ed Psych text and find out why they named it that because I was curious, and then I had to hop online again really quick and look up the researcher who had named it that. Turns out he didn't invent the phrase for the reading context - the Matthew Effect is a widely accepted "rich get richer, poor get poorer" phenomenon that he borrowed from Sociology. So I'm on Google Scholar at midnight, looking up all these resources trying to figure out where it came from and who the heck Matthew was when I finally turn to my good friend Wikipedia. And do you know what my good friend Wikipedia has to say?

The Matthew effect in sociology is the phenomenon that "the rich get richer and the poor get poorer". Those who possess power and economic or social capital can leverage those resources to gain more power or capital. The Matthew effect results in a power law distribution of resources. The term was first coined by sociologist Robert K. Merton and takes its name from a line in the biblical Gospel of Matthew:

For to all those who have, more will be given, and they will have an abundance; but from those who have nothing, even what they have will be taken away.
—Matthew 25:29, New Revised Standard Version.

...which takes me right back to, yep. The parable of the talents. Is that not exceedingly funny? So I began my talk with that little story. I also looked up the etymology of the English word talent, and I confirmed my suspicions that yes, it did originally mean a weight of money just like it does in the Bible and that we created the "special abilities or inclinations" meaning out of the scriptural story. Same thing applies in French and Spanish. I feel bad in Japanese because the Bible just calls it a タレント, which also means a TV celebrity after having been later borrowed from English and I'm sure they have a hard time figuring out what commentaries on the parable are talking about, but hopefully the metaphor is universal enough.

Anyway, my talk turned out to be really good in spite of myself and I love my ward.

In other news, I am working really hard at being really patient and not trying to think too much about a certain Wild Thing who I may or may not secretly wish to become the love of my life. He called to talk to me last Sunday and we had a nice chat and he said "I'd like to do something with you next weekend, but unfortunately I will be out of town. I'm taking some vacation days I had saved up." Which was rather nice of him to say. But he neglected to tell me where he was going or how long he would be gone and  I know he was still in town on Thursday night because Betty (I had forgotten that I had given her a nickname at one point) saw him at a film for her class. So maybe he was just gone for the weekend and will be back? Or maybe he's gone for like, a whole week. I was going to ask his brother when I saw him at church today but I chickened out. "So, how are you? By the way, where is your brother? You know, just curious. Ok bye." Anyway - the only thing left for me is just to be patient and have faith that when he gets back he'll call me because it kind of sounded like he would and I don't think he'd be cruel enough to just leave me hanging and never talk to me again. Plus, if he has any possibility of being my one true love he'll probably be the type who would call me again at some future point. It's just this patience thing. But maybe not having a timeline in my head is good for my patience thing. But still. I'm always a bit less antsy those weeks when I know I have a date to look forward to. Who knows where this is going to end up? I vote for a fantastic theatrical adventure. Well, not too theatrical because I could do without the crisis. Maybe just a nice little denouement that ends up somewhere lovely and rapturously in love.
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