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omnia_mutanturi miss livejournal. i still get to intermittently read it at home, but at
that point it's a glut of information, and it's all i can do to absorb it,
much less ponder over it and comment, and half the time, by the time i've
something to say, it's already been said, or it feels like it's too late and
the time has passed.
but work has been crazy busy, trying to catch up from thanksgiving break,
trying to fix something that i'd been warning everyone was going to break
for almost a year now. sneaking time to write emails, often lengthy ones
to Lyric, but little missives to pretty much anyone who cares to correspond,
from an adorable coworker to a man i haven't seen in six years who I might
get to see soon.
I credit Iceberg with a lot of why I exist now, and i'll get to see him in
sixteen days, and I'm downright astounded. For all the ways we hurt each
other, i think we really loved ach other. He snapped me out of a very bad
place I was going, and was the first person to ever make me stop doing
something out of love of them. It was similar but different than stopping
smoking for myself/because of light, but i was more fragile and tougher all
at once then, and only something like seeing myself hurting someone else
viscerally would have made any sense to me.
work has been crazy and stressful, but in that way that makes no sense to
complain about, because by the time i managed to communicate why it's so
unenjoyable, i'd have lost everyone's interest, including my own. and by
the time i get home, i've forgotten all the things i want to look up, from
the lyrics to a song i'm assuming is called girl anachronism to researching
if there's any local bellydancing class i might be able to take, or finding
myself a volunteer opportunity.
ever since thanksgiving i've been increasing uncomfortable with my weight.
which probably isn't helped out by the fact that i'm sorting through most of
the clothing i bought when i lost the twenty pounds that i've since regained
in order to donate, while accompanied by a little "i'm too fat" song i sing
to whichever cat is watching me. i'm trying to figure out some way to
bully myself into exercising, but i can't quite wrap my mind around the
concept in a comfortable, non obsessive way.
i tell the cats to go bother Dad. we're totally a crazy cat couple.
i think we're going to have a new years party of a small sort, but i'm not
quite sure. i'm going to tell light to go play in the cheese department of
whole foods and concoct a truly silly cheese platter. (i'm going to insist
he get the wensleydale with cranberries, which i will subsequently crouch in
a corner over and snarl if anyone comes too close.) i'm hoping to expand
my culinary skills into non-sweet nibbly things, but i have no idea in which
direction to go and i'm planning on getting blitzed on cheap very dry
champagne, at which point i will fall to the ground and giggle incessantly
until light either puts me to bed or distracts me with a cat toy. and there
are so many people around the country that i wish i could import, from
Oregon to Florida and many points inbetween, most of whom LJ is responsible
for me knowing, and for all the drama the medium has introduced to my life,
and for all the strange and suspect ideas of performativity blogging has
lurking under the surface, the joy outweighs all the negatives.
that point it's a glut of information, and it's all i can do to absorb it,
much less ponder over it and comment, and half the time, by the time i've
something to say, it's already been said, or it feels like it's too late and
the time has passed.
but work has been crazy busy, trying to catch up from thanksgiving break,
trying to fix something that i'd been warning everyone was going to break
for almost a year now. sneaking time to write emails, often lengthy ones
to Lyric, but little missives to pretty much anyone who cares to correspond,
from an adorable coworker to a man i haven't seen in six years who I might
get to see soon.
I credit Iceberg with a lot of why I exist now, and i'll get to see him in
sixteen days, and I'm downright astounded. For all the ways we hurt each
other, i think we really loved ach other. He snapped me out of a very bad
place I was going, and was the first person to ever make me stop doing
something out of love of them. It was similar but different than stopping
smoking for myself/because of light, but i was more fragile and tougher all
at once then, and only something like seeing myself hurting someone else
viscerally would have made any sense to me.
work has been crazy and stressful, but in that way that makes no sense to
complain about, because by the time i managed to communicate why it's so
unenjoyable, i'd have lost everyone's interest, including my own. and by
the time i get home, i've forgotten all the things i want to look up, from
the lyrics to a song i'm assuming is called girl anachronism to researching
if there's any local bellydancing class i might be able to take, or finding
myself a volunteer opportunity.
ever since thanksgiving i've been increasing uncomfortable with my weight.
which probably isn't helped out by the fact that i'm sorting through most of
the clothing i bought when i lost the twenty pounds that i've since regained
in order to donate, while accompanied by a little "i'm too fat" song i sing
to whichever cat is watching me. i'm trying to figure out some way to
bully myself into exercising, but i can't quite wrap my mind around the
concept in a comfortable, non obsessive way.
i tell the cats to go bother Dad. we're totally a crazy cat couple.
i think we're going to have a new years party of a small sort, but i'm not
quite sure. i'm going to tell light to go play in the cheese department of
whole foods and concoct a truly silly cheese platter. (i'm going to insist
he get the wensleydale with cranberries, which i will subsequently crouch in
a corner over and snarl if anyone comes too close.) i'm hoping to expand
my culinary skills into non-sweet nibbly things, but i have no idea in which
direction to go and i'm planning on getting blitzed on cheap very dry
champagne, at which point i will fall to the ground and giggle incessantly
until light either puts me to bed or distracts me with a cat toy. and there
are so many people around the country that i wish i could import, from
Oregon to Florida and many points inbetween, most of whom LJ is responsible
for me knowing, and for all the drama the medium has introduced to my life,
and for all the strange and suspect ideas of performativity blogging has
lurking under the surface, the joy outweighs all the negatives.
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Date: 2004-12-02 12:57 pm (UTC)who is Iceberg? I don't think I've seen mentions of him before on your journal?
non-sweet nibbly things
Date: 2004-12-03 12:31 am (UTC)Most of the non-sweet nibbly things are very savory, a few are salty, and many involve (processed) dead animals. I think you probably want to avoid that last group, but I can bring over recipes for things like deviled eggs and cheese-bread-puff-things and homemade pretzels and mini-savory-tartlets/pasties beforehand if you like. Heck, I'll have cooking time at the front of the week, and can bring nibbly-bits for the day-of. (On second thought, don't get me started... I'll try to feed the world...)
I can probably also dig up more, but that's what comes to mind initially.
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Date: 2004-12-04 08:10 pm (UTC)