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12:03 Madeleine's phenobarb level has been variable again; Rabbit was kind enough to escort us to the vet this morn for check up. Results Thurs. #
15:07 @karenbynight: Mazel tov! No one deserves great working environs more than you, sweets. #
15:23 Aw. @tutordennis at age six: www.flickr.com/photos/nullalux/3269446261/ #
15:33 Weird biology blog: feedmycuriosity.blogspot.com/ #
18:37 Meds, vet, espresso shake, meds, nap, bit of lunch, meds, thrift store, drugstore, boom. Chauffeur courtesy of @shoutingboy telecommuting. #
18:41 Sometimes the material in my lava lamp looks like a giant squid eye or axon nerve fiber. Today it looks like a cluster of squid eggs. #
19:21 "The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another..." ~J.M. Barrie (via darling @pomegranates) #
19:55 Finding treasures whether my eyes are open or closed. ♥ #
21:28 Hi @pomegranates, thanks for recommending my Twitter blog to @MrTweet! mrtweet.net/nullalux?tr #
21:29 @MrTweet: I recommend @pomegranates because she is owlishly moth-ish, a dear mum, and an artist of great whimsy and talent. #
21:38 If you have some time, I'd appreciate you recommending me to @MrTweet. Will reciprocate posthaste! mrtweet.net/nullalux?gr #
22:34 @dicedork: At the conclusion of the testing, cake and grief counseling will be provided. #
22:59 @MrTweet: I recommend @JohnPitta because he pointed out that Soleil @moonfrye is on Twitter. Dude, I totally watched Punky Brewster! #

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03:48 Let me know if you do @blipfm (http://blip.fm/nullalux). Haven't used it much, but perhaps I will. And I want to know what you're listening to. :) #
04:14 Undying love in ≤150 Characters contest winner: It is dark/and when we kiss/my fingers find you/like candlelight tinyurl.com/150poem #
15:37 @emmiepie: Photos seem called for in the case of extremely cute outfits. #
15:44 Preview of very aesthetically-interesting full-scale adventure game called Machinarium, by Amanita Design: machinarium.com/ #
17:03 @kimvermillion: What a fae sprite, then and now! #
17:30 Jessica Joslin creates whimsical beasties melding the mythical, mechanical, and anatomical: www.jessicajoslin.com/jessica/index.html #
17:47 @didacticdross: I thought 'malinger' meant to loiter poorly. Feigning illness to avoid work is a much more exciting definition. I approve. #
18:14 My rogue anachromechatron finally returned my missing eyeglasses. What adventures they must have had! #
18:34 RT @pomegranates: Win a gothic lolita tuxedo blouse, how nice... tinyurl.com/lacarminatux #
21:48 Checking out www.twibs.com, a list of businesses on Twitter. Theriaca Fina is registered here: http://www.twibs.com/business?business=nullalux&view=etsy #
00:21 Finding interesting bots, et al, such as @novelsin3lines, OED @awordaday, @ucdavis, etc. at: twitter.pbwiki.com/ #
00:53 @soof: The level of *ick* likely varies depending upon what one is pickling. And if it glows, it's all good: tinyurl.com/glowpickle #
01:37 Poll: "Test of twitter.polldaddy.com/. Is my PollDaddy Twitter app working?" poll.fm/t377/ #

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Phoenix, originally uploaded by nullalux.

No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use of it as many
a man doth of a Death's-head or a memento mori: I
never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire and
Dives that lived in purple; for there he is in his
robes, burning, burning. If thou wert any way
given to virtue, I would swear by thy face; my oath
should be 'By this fire, that's God's angel:' but
thou art altogether given over; and wert indeed, but
for the light in thy face, the son of utter
darkness.
~King Henry IV, part I, Act III, scene III

Current Mood: ignis fatuus
Current Location: ...any time this two and thirty years
Current Music: Sober - Tool

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11:46 Explicably sleepy. #
13:10 @garethb2: For SCIENCE! #
14:04 "This is what is is to be human; to see the essential existential futility of all action, all striving―and to act, to strive." #
18:33 Just set up my Netflix queue with gift subscription from Rabbit (will be perfect during post-surgery recovery). Now off to relaxing massage. #
22:48 My massage therapist has major endorphin mojo. I'm soooo relaxed. #

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There are some who say you should forgive anyone, even the people who have disappointed you immeasurably. There are others who say you should not forgive anyone, and should stomp off in a huff no matter how many times they apologize. Of these two philosophies, the second one is of course more fun, but it can grow exhausting to stomp off in a huff every time someone has disappointed you, as everyone disappoints everyone eventually, and one can't stomp off in a huff every minute of the day.
~Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid

May you have an easy fast, my dears.

Current Mood: peaceful
Current Location: the Sanctuary
Current Music: The Night Descending - Iron & Wine

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Eheu. I will not be attending Shaun of the Dead on Thursday, as I must coach grown persons in the fine art of diagramming sentences. Is this not taught in grammar school nowadays? Apparently not; the LIN 406 students called for an extra discussion session to go over parsing and other issues in preparation for this weeks' final. I enjoy diagramming, certainly; it's a relaxing and diverting activity (and my brain seems to take to it well). But I'd much rather be nibbling on salty popcorn goodness and watching zombies' heads explode.

On the contrary, first grade is treating me well this year. I love my students, and Ms. B—'s Bookworms have a really powerful classroom culture. Our morning cheer sums it up nicely. ( Read more... ) I don't know whether or not to stay in teaching for a while longer before moving on. This year has been fabulous so far, and I feel that I'm growing as an educator in many ways. Changing the lives and prospects of 20+ disadvantaged students (and their families) per year is an opportunity that should not be undertaken or relinquished lightly. But do I really want to spend my evenings away from my family for the next year, taking courses that don't speak to my inner predilections, in order to clear my credential? What I really want is simply to care for my critters, teach my (future) little ones the aleph-bet, read literature in the original, discuss it with peers, and work in my garden. Amicus Plato, sed magis amica veritas. Unfortunately, seeking truth doesn't come with a salary.

Current Mood: content
Current Music: Elvis Costello-Good Year for the Roses

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Taken from a Miami Herald article posted in

dot_cattiness:
Former Texas Gov. Ann Richards told those at the rally about Miriam "Ma" Ferguson, a Texas governor during the 1920s. The driving issue then was whether to punish school children for speaking Spanish. Richards related, "They asked Ma how she stood on the issue, and she said if the English language was good enough for Jesus Christ, it was good for the schoolchildren of Texas. There are still people who believe Jesus Christ spoke English. And they all voted for George Bush."

Register to vote (or update your registration information) via this link, and you might win 100K from VOTEorNOT.org. I'd been meaning to do it, and today was the day (thanks,

linenoise).

It's been lovely and rainy out, and I spent a quiet evening correcting papers next to

threetimes and then playing cards with

tutordennis (and the kitties) in front of a crackling fire. Dennis made nummy African ground-nut stew for dinner, which added to the autumn-like atmosphere (must be the sweet potatoes). There's something about a rainy day that makes me want to eat soup and curl up in the window seat of a big bay window in a room with a fireplace.

Current Mood: cozy
Current Music: Cat Stevens-Two Fine People

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Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.
"Pooh!" he whispered.
"Yes, Piglet?"
"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw. "I just wanted to be sure of you."

Can one be sure of another without losing part of the self when that other is gone? I used to feel that a strong sense of self and sufficient self-esteem would protect me from feeling less than whole if I were ever faced with separation from a loved one. But then, gradually, boundaries seemed more and more contrived, the possibility of separation more and more unlikely, and edges became blurred, not worn down by abrasion or time, but simply rusty from disuse.

It is difficult now to parse myself out of what remains. I once had the energy to author myself, a process at once of discovery and creation. But I have precious little creativity these days, and discoveries are not always pleasing. How ironic to send someone away, and then to find that, in a sense, I've gone as well! Perhaps I thought that we would never really be truly without each other, that we, although no longer labeled "together," would still lend to each other our selves (if such a thing can be done), since they complement each other so well.

I was a child when I met him. I am not one now. I don't remember what has happened in between. I know I am not less of a person because I am no longer reflected in his eyes. This, however, does not tell me whither or how to proceed.

Current Mood: pensive
Current Music: Leonard Cohen-Famous Blue Raincoat

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My parents like plants, but only if they're potted.

Humiles laborant, ubi potentes dissident.

I miss this feeling.

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