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November 30, 2003

little wooden boy rides again

I love comic books. There, I said it, and I know I am a geek. Note, then, my despair when I heard that Keanu Reeves was playing John Constantine in a movie about the most famous of the Trenchcoat Brigade. Nooooo! Constantine has a burning depth to him, a dark past, and knowledge enough to get himself out of the nasty pinches he finds himself in. A bit demon, a bit angel, a lot of selfish, he needs someone to play him with a little more acting depth. Stuart Townsend or Jon Jacobs would be a better pick. I am about as disappointed as when I heard Tom Cruise was picked to play Lestat in Interview With the Vampire.

I like Keanu in the Matrix films. I really do. But Neo has only two faces - confused, and determined. Constantine is more subtle than that. But if Keanu it is, Keanu it is. I hope it works out better than I am anticipating. And I hope someone helps him work on keeping a Brit accent up for a whole movie.

Do you know what I would love to see? Nathan Fillion (of Firefly fame) as the starring role in a make of the comic book Preacher.

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November 29, 2003

if they'd only stay that way

via Matriculate, a page of kitties!

I do not need another cat, I do not need another cat...

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you say it's your birthday

Every year on this day, I get to hear about "the day I was born" from my mother. Today she asked me if I remembered it, which is how the story starts every year. This year she asked me at the checkout counter of Best Buy. For some reason I didn't want to share this intensely personal moment with "Annette the Magnet", the checkout girl, so I said "I remember."
"Do you want me to tell you again?"
"No, Mom, I got it."
"Then you tell me."
[sigh] "I'll tell you in just a little bit, Mom."
"Tell me now or I'll do ET," she said, grinning at me like someone who knows she has won. (see my embarassing moment in the About page. and I wonder where I get my tenacity from...)
[sigh]"It was raining, and I was already 3 weeks late. The doctor didn't think you were going to go into labor, so he went home. You were home listening to classical music (Vivaldi) and I decided to make you get out in the rain..."
"Yes, that's right"
"And the nurse wanted you to name me after the doctor. I am sooo glad you didn't"
"His name was Robert and she said I should name you Roberta" (The doctor was named Robert E. Lee, of all things)
"Thank you for not naming me Roberta"
"I took one look at you and knew you weren't a Roberta. I held you in my arms and said 'Hello, Alicia, I am your mother.' "

Suddenly I felt so young. This ritual has happened every year on my birthday for as long as I can remember, and longer. I know my mother. She has told me the same story since the first birthday. Despite my grumpiness at the checkout line, I love that she takes the time to perform this little ritual every year. If/when I have children, I want to be as conscious of creating these moments as my mother is.

And I hope to hear this story from her for many, many more years.

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November 28, 2003

buy nothing day

I have heard of some really funny Days, like No Pants Day. Tomorrow is Buy Nothing Day in the UK. Not a bad idea, although I am really inclined to play along mostly because it is HELL shopping on the weekend after Thanksgiving. I like the sentiment, though. Make the holidays more about spending time with family than spending money on family. Some of my favorite gifts have been handmade, or even time spent with good friends. I have a house full of stuff, I don't need more really. Except books . I like plants for gifts, or batches of homemade cookies, seeds, things that are perishable. Or unique things that everyone on my block won't have. A photo album full of pictures of family and friends, a painting, gloves made for my hands specifically (another one of the best gifts I have ever gotten).

I blame the fast paced society we live in these days. Don't get me wrong, I am no Luddite, but the Technology and Information Age is upon us. We feel we have to cram more and more into our days. Our minds reel, and if you wonder why stress disorders are on the rise...look at what we have created in ourselves. Time is money, therefore money is time. I can substitute my time with you by buying you gifts. It eases my guilt. I feel like a good person, but I am alone. Gifts bought out of obligation don't buy anything.

Of course, I do still like giving and getting presents. But more importantly, I like spending time with the people I love. Peace on earth, and happy holidays to you.

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"In the garden of Eden, baby..."

If I knew this would happen at church, I might actually go. link via Making Light's Particles.

Now I want a CD of all these tunes as played by church organists nationwide. I married a comic book artist once (how weird does that sound?), and our recessional was, of course, the theme from Peanuts. The bow-ties and cummerbunds had Mickey Mouse heads in the pattern. That was a great wedding. Too bad it didn't take. If I knew then what I know now...well I guess I would be psychic :) Live and learn.

disclaimer: I do not feel as flippant as I sound about the marriage. Melancholy is a better way to describe it, but time goes on and we all move forward. I will always say I don't regret anything that has happened in my life, because those circumstances combined to bring me where I am today, and that is usually a good thing. Now back to our regularly scheduled posting.

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November 27, 2003

Happy Thanksgiving!

I awoke to the smell of cooking turkey. Actually I believe it was the aroma that woke me up in the first place. I am thankful for that, I hope it isn't dry. The turkey came out a lovely dark brown. Now, probably, back to bed for me for a while.

I have read a few sites that tell what they are thankful for, so I thought I would chime in here as well. I am thankful for the health of all my family, immediate and extended, and also for their warmth and wit. I am thankful for my steady job and cozy home, for my cats, dog and fish, for books and computers. I am thankful for a mind that understands and learns. I am thankful for my friends, new and old, live and Memorex (or pixilated, I suppose). I am thankful to live in a country where people are free and can speak their mind, and I cherish that enough that I will bloody well fight to keep from having those freedoms slip away. I am thankful for every experience that has brought me to this point in my life and pushes me forward. I am thankful that I actually carved a virtual niche here and have met all of you. Many people list the blogs they frequent. Just know that I am thankful for all of you who are here with me, sharing yourselves. I have a few special ones I talk to most often, you know who you are and you guys mean a lot to me. Thank you for teaching me new things and reminding me of old ones.

Happy Thanksgiving to all, and to all a good bite! [groan]

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November 26, 2003

birthday countdown

Okay, I need to work but I want to post this picture of what was waiting for me at the office this morning. What a great birthday present! Batteries not included, though, dangit.


It's called a "DNA Explorer" and lets you view and map extracted plant DNA. There are some other experiments in the kit as well.

Aren't you jealous? Don't you want one too? Of course, there is no mention of Rosalind Franklin and her contribution to the cracking of the DNA code, so I may magic marker it in on the box. Our next discussion will be about Hedy Lamarr, whose invention of a secret communications device with George Antheil was the genesis point for CDMA (code division multiple access) and spread spectrum. Their patented invention prevented jamming of radio signals that kept radio controlled torpedoes on course.

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November 25, 2003


I have been thinking about the death penalty and John Muhammad's sentencing lately. This is another one of those issues that people fall on either side of the fence on. Either they believe that all killing is wrong, including punishment by death, or they bring up the argument of the drain on the tax dollars and the overcrowding in the prison systems. I have to wonder how we know justice has been served when these people are sentenced to death. How do we know the defendent was guilty? And then there are all the loopholes that get guilty people off on technicalities. There are other cases in which people were unjustly charged, tried and sentenced. It boggles my mind. On the one hand I don't believe in cruel and unusual punishment. On the other hand, why does a criminal justly tried and sentenced get an easy death when his victims lived in terror or were tortured?

I feel I ought to spend the time investigating these things, all the processes and criteria, but that is beyond my reasonable ability at this point in my life. I want to do that with everything I question, and I question everything. I feel like I am living in Orwell's 1984, and I don't trust much I hear. I read people's sites and see them bickering and biting at each other without saying anything. Liberals say Bush is stupid and make jokes that he can't read anything higher than Good Night, Moon. Conservatives say that liberals are stupid for opposing the war. Where does anyone go for the real picture? Who can we trust? Trying to read all sides and make my own decision on every piece of news that comes along is exhausting. I have said before that we each process more information in a day than people during the American Revolution processed in their lifetimes.

There are places out there where the writers seem rational and unbiased. Sometimes finding the bias in their arguments is hard, like finding the sexist and racist remarks in some statements because we grew up with those beliefs so deeply ingrained. The more I learn to discern this, the more I realize I was and am so clueless about the games people play and the spin put on any given issue.

Once again I have started on one subject and wound my way around to another one. The underlying point of all this is that I don't want to give up my choices, my ability to make these decisions. Maybe I worry about more of these issues than I really need to. Perhaps this is all just a symptom of my deeper feeling of loss of control over the things in my life I should be able to control. I acknowledge that it is my perception that I have lost some control. I haven't, but I am not exerting myself to make sure everything goes as I will it to. I would almost call it a crisis of faith, a disbelief that everything is alright in the world. I hope I am just not seeing something that will be made clear soon.

I am just afraid to be wrong.

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magnetic poetry fun

A quick post just before lunch. I am sorting through my bookmarks and have found some really neat things I had forgotten about. I'll post them here and there. Here is the first. Magnetic Poetry Online. Loads of fun. If you want to jump straight to the page that lets you create your own poetry, it's here. Choose a set on the left and then make poems up. Post them here in the comments, I want to see what you make!

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November 24, 2003

new quiz!

Thanks to Anne for another quiz! I was having withdrawals and not finding any good ones we hadn't already taken.

As if you were born into a world of tears, you
always tend to look at the darker things in
life. Inside you crave attention yet push away
society, and you're a hopeless romantic. Drawn
to things like the occult and mysteries, you
spend your time daydreaming of "What

What Type of Soul Do You Have ?
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