| Nonviolent Activism VIDEO GAMES!! |
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| 01:40pm 08/05/2006 |
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Has anyone else heard about these? There was a short article about them in the Boston Globe this Saturday. Apparently "Darfur is Dying" is actually fairly well-known, seeing as it was sponsored by and is currently receiving ad time on MTV. However, I'm not sure how widespread awareness of "A Force More Powerful" has become. Personally, I'm fascinated. If it weren't for the fact that I sorely need money rather than presents this birthday, I would definitely put it on my list. Not that I necessarily think it's a useful tool or even a good game. I'm just insanely intrigued. |
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| Eddie Izzard |
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| 10:32am 08/05/2006 |
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Hey folks. Those of you who are fond of Eddie Izzard might find this person's lj icon funny. Or maybe I'm just easily amused. Oh well, enjoy. |
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| 06:36pm 01/04/2006 |
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Scott Lipnick just friended me on Facebook. Hilarious! |
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| A Quick Diversion |
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| 10:41am 24/03/2006 |
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My supervisor is taking a 4-day weekend, so today I am the only one in the office. Seeing that I very rarely have this opportunity, I figured I may as well take this time to make a brief foray into the world of work-time internet procrastination.
In fact, all I have to say at the moment is that it takes an incredibly neurotic person to worry about something as relatively small as sending out "Thank You" notes the way I do. It's not even the wording of the notes I'm fretting about at this point: that I took a couple days knocking myself out over, but finally finished. Now I'm having little panic attacks about which way I should put the cards into the envelopes, i.e. whether it makes more sense to insert them so that the picture of the cute kid on the front of the card faces backward so that it's the first thing the reader sees when opening the envelope, or whether it's somehow an enormous breach of etiquette to have the picture facing backward. Likewise, if I use the salutation "Dear Ms. Liss" will the Liss-woman be upset if she's actually Mrs. Liss? There's a part of me that keeps saying these are trivial details that no one will ever notice. And then there's the other part that insists these are life-and-death questions on which not only my own reputation, but the good-standing of my organization hinge.
What the hell is wrong with me? |
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| 01:31pm 05/02/2006 |
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i am a little frustrated with this livejournal makeover that went down within the last few weeks or so, because ever since it happened i haven't been able to comment on anyone's posts. in fact, the only livejournal pages i can access are my own recent updates and my friends page. so i get to read what people are writing, but i can't respond at all. and i know you're probably thinking "well, it's not like you ever respond when you have the opportunity anyway" which is a valid point, but still, i've actually been in a communicative mood lately, and this little glitch has not been conducive.
and, now that i've gone to the trouble of complaining, it seems that i don't actually have anything substantive to say after all. i do, however, have a nice little graphic to include, courtesy of ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) dancedragon, so i will paste that in now and be on my way.
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| adventures in puppy-sitting |
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| 11:29am 16/01/2006 |
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last time i puppy-sat, it was for my girlfriend of the moment. everything went fine while i was looking after the pooch, but then the girlfriend came back and, within about a week, decided that she didn't want to be the girlfriend anymore. on the whole an unsatisfactory experience.
this time, it's the boss's puppy. now, seeing as i'm not dating my boss, i am not worried about getting dumped when she comes back from the long weekend. i'm also not concerned about being fired. however, i am distressed over the fact that the puppy threw up on our couch Saturday night while the two of us were cuddling and watching tv. even more disturbing is the fact that she jumped up onto my bed to snuggle the next morning, and almost threw up there, too. luckily, i moved her onto the hardwood floor in time. i'm sure having dog puke in one's bed is not something anyone takes well, but, you all know me--i probably would have had a psychotic break if that had happened.
in conclusion: i am never puppy-sitting again. i still love the puppy, but i'll gladly leave the fretting and cleaning up of bodily fluids to someone else next time. |
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| 04:05am 10/11/2005 |
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intoxication is a fairweather friend. i am just barely restraining myself from getting on facebook and writing "hey, les, you are the most attractive person i have ever met. i miss you. this is particularly sad since you are 19 and i have supposedly grown up and begun the rest of my life." |
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| fuck, man, i don't have time! |
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| 07:24pm 08/09/2005 |
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that pretty much says it all.
(i can't wait to get my own internet again, and free myself from the scheduling shackles of public library computers) |
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| raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens . . . |
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| 04:41pm 21/08/2005 |
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DeSales Harrison has a posse.
Granted it's only two people, but still.
Actually, two-person LJ interests are one of my favorite things. Not in this case, specifically, because these two people know each other and share an obvious reason for both listing DeSales as an interest. But, when out of all the people on LJ, there are two folks, with no friends (LJ or otherwise) in common, who happen to have both, unbeknownst to each other, listed some esoteric phrase as an interest, I think that's pretty cool. Really, consider the odds. Entering something no one else has: fairly easy. Entering something a number of other people have: also pretty easy. But stumbling upon a phrase that one and only one other person has listed? It can't be a very common occurrence. |
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| a little java smut |
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| 03:46am 21/08/2005 |
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while puttering around the java website, trying to refresh my memory enough to write a little program i've been toying with, i came upon a phrase that, though perfectly innocent in context, appealed to my sophomoric side:
"So, for example, instances of the same class have access to one another's private members."
i hope you enjoyed it as much as i did. |
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| 08:36pm 13/08/2005 |
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i would never actually do this, but i really wish i had thought of it. |
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| 09:06pm 06/07/2005 |
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to whom it may concern:
i am still alive.
this is quite a feat considering the fact that i drove 12 hours from boston to pittsburgh on absolutely no sleep a week or so ago.
since then i have picked up the last of my belongings from oberlin, visited cat in the columbus area, and arrived in san antonio. in a few days, i'll probably be heading back through missouri because my mom desires my company. and then, though it may be an idiotic idea, i'm headed back to boston. i will stay there until it becomes clear that i am incapable of making a sufficient income. at which point i will begin to panic.
but for the time being, i'm just going to play with my nephew, and consider composing letters to all of you. |
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| 07:18am 18/05/2005 |
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i would really like to be asleep right now.
tomorrow, since i'm no good with love letters, i think i'll try my hand at a treasure map. |
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| plagiarism and plagiarism and plagiarism; complaints |
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| 04:10am 20/03/2005 |
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mood: dejected music: Tom Stoppard's "The Invention of Love" isn't music, but . .
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Me nec femina, nec puer
iam, nec spes animi credula mutui,
nec certare iuvat mero,
nec vincire novis tempora floribus.
Sed cur heu, Ligurine, cur
manat rara meas lacrima per genas?
Cur facunda parum decoro
inter verba cadit lingua silentio?
Nocturnis ego somiis
iam captum teneo, eam volucrem sequor
te per gramina Martii
campi, te per aquas, dure, volubilis.
And also,
Lately I've been wishing I had one desire,
Something that would make me never want another,
Something that would make it so that nothing mattered.
All would be clear then.
And finally,
You go to sleep dreaming how you would
Be a different kind, if you thought you could.
But you come awake the way you are instead.
I hate that I can't bring myself to say certain things on my own. I know plenty of choice words. I can make up appropriate sentences for most of them easily. I can even string said sentences together into wacky, tragi-comic stories if the mood so strikes. But, for some reason, whenever I try to write about what I've been doing and how I felt, my brain refuses to cooperate. It's getting old fast. |
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| too true |
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| 02:39am 10/03/2005 |
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music: the moldy peaches - nothing came out
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| 07:01am 11/12/2004 |
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more and more frequently i find that the only thing that really concerns me about life is how much one person's comfort depends on other people's (sometimes seemingly unreasonable) opinions. i know i've talked about this (perhaps ad nauseam) on a number of different occasions. still, i can't escape the fact that i fundamentally belive positive, long-term changes of personality or ideology are only made in response to a strenuous argument by a trusted companion.
this worries me because i'm keenly aware that i'm just not the type of person who convincingly argues unpopular ideas, especially when i'm not already friends with the person i'm talking to.
hopefully next semster while i'm being a part-time student i'll learn to trust myself and communicate this self-trust into indisputable revolutionary points. |
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