A Treasure Found at Home

It can’t find the hard drive. My computer can’t find it’s hard drive.

I found it just fine, but I don’t know how to read it so it wasn’t much help. Hey, computer, I thought, it’s right here! Here it is! I’ll reseat these connections and maybe that will help you see it.

No luck there.

There is luck in my Dad having gotten the extended warantee/service agreement for me when they got this computer. This means they’ll just mail a new hard drive to me and I send them the old one.

I’m just concerned about the data. How do I get the data off the old hard drive? To be clear, how do I get the data so I can use it and how to I wipe the old drive so THEY don’t have access to the data?

Watchin it down here, boss!

RIP

How do *you* keep the Burning Man spirit alive all year long?

At NoseFish, we pick a mid-winter day to move all our camp stuff from one storage place, into a truck, and back out into another storage place. Man! We have a lot of steel in the nose, F&H’s dome, and the family dome!

Hamster_grrl is now an official Ph.D. candidate! and it happened on her birthday!

Zoe_serious and her hubby made an offer on a super cute condo in Toronto!

I love it love it love it when things go right for my friends!

There is goodness in the air.

I found out today I can’t give blood because I lived in England for over 3 months in 1986. Who knew?

I came home and tried to watch Secretary, but it set off my nerves too much. I think I got about 10 minutes into it before I turned it off and watched Election instead.

Now I’m hungry for dinner and, crazily enough, I’m craving meat! It started while I was watching Election. I started craving little breakfast sausages. Now I’m considering a big bacon cheeseburger! Where did this come from?? Can I blame it on PMS? Is that fair? Should I break my 3 years of vegetarianism?

Today’s bit of wisdom:

LIBRA (Sep 23–Oct 22): Whatever emotional wounds you’ve endured, it’s now time to let go of the past, especially around home and family issues. Of course, this is easier to say than to do, but the best way is through clear communication. Don’t expect to fix everything with one quick conversation. This is a long-term project and if you embark on it now, healing is assured.

All I can say is I hope it’s right!!

I finally bought ABBA’s Super Trouper album. I had all these songs memeorized when I was 11-12 years old. The tape my dad made for me had been recorded over with a couple seconds of silence here, my cousin yelling for a few seconds there.

I don’t know why I never asked him to make another copy, but all that is behind me now as I have downloaded the digital songs from iTs.

ABBA are working their old magic on me.
Keep on rockin’, baby.

I’m bailing on being staff for Level I this weekend. I have a long list of excuses. I’m exhausted (In fact, I think I’m going back to bed). I have to wash the dishes and get ready for Mary and Anna in a couple other ways. I’m PMSing. And, a friend of mine has pneumonia so I’m going to go check on her today sometime, too.

I feel bad, but they have a good number of staffers. I’ll staff another one later. It’s just like when I was a participant in Level I. I went to one Friday night talk and couldn’t make the weekend, then a month later did the level and helped set up and prep on Friday night.

ooo, maybe I’ll even manage to get to the post office today and send off my gifts and then stop by the tailor and have my trousers hemmed. The joys of having a free Saturday!

But first…back to bed. mmmmm zzzzz

I’m suddenly getting a lot of comment spam and I accidentally deleted an entire post intead of just deleting the comments!

Argh!

And it was one I really liked, too. I thought it was well written.

I’m bummed.

So, now I have to approve all comments. There is no filter I see for approved commenters so I only have to approve new ones. If you know of anything which will allow me to only filter new posters, let me know!

I’m feeling very impotent in terms of my life and things which are important to me.

And then I feel stupid for being sensitive and not just doing what needs to be done.

We went to the peep show last night. How unsettling that the fat guy figured any chick in there must be a dancer, or maybe I’m giving him the benefit of the doubt. Either way, he asked me if I’d be dancing tonight and when I told him I wasn’t he said he wished I would. Was that supposed to turn me on somehow?? A similar story could be told by any of us girls there last night. Luckily, it was only one guy who didn’t quite get that the dancers weren’t hanging out in the hallway.

I love to watch people watch naked ladies! Looking in the mirror across the room you could see little moon faces peering out smiling at the dancers. I think we bored them with not enough hankey pankey, though.

I figure if I ever start dating again I’ll have to take my partner there as a sort of litmus test. What fun!

That would be my Burning Man ticket!

The picture is a little creeeeeeepy, but I’m diggin’ it. Time to find a place for “stuff not to lose” in the new house.

As if God were not, actually, a raw and deeply pulsing energy force, a vibration, the ambisexual gender-free love-torn luminosity of all things that we as a species can relish and contribute to and celebrate and drink from but that, instead, we seem to be trying very very hard to beat the living crap out of, every single day. You know?

From Hamster_grrl…here

Red Rubber Ball
by Cyrkle

I should have known
You’d bid me farewell
There’s a lesson to be learned from this
And I learned it very well
Now I know you’re not the only starfish in the sea
If I never hear your name again
It’s all the same to me
And I think,
It’s gonna be alright
Yeah,
The worst is over now
The mornin’ sun is shining
Like a red rubber ball

You never care
For secrets I confide
For you I’m just an ornament
Something for your pride
Always running, never caring
That’s the life you live
Stolen minutes of your time
Were all you had to give
And I think
It’s gonna be alright
Yeah
The worst is over now
The mornin’ sun is shining
Like a red rubber ball

The story’s in the past
With nothing to recall
I’ve got my life to live
And I don’t need you at all
The rollercoaster ride we took
Is nearly at an end
I bought my ticket with my tears
That’s all I’m gonna spend
And I think,
It’s gonna be alright
Yeah,
The worst is over now
The mornin’ sun is shining
Like a red rubber ball

Oh…..
I think
It’s gonna be alright
Yeah
The worst is over now
The mornin’ sun is shining
Like a red rubber ball……

Just for the record. The rain we’ve been having was not caused by the tsunami.

This doesn’t make me cry as much as it used to. I still miss you, I just don’t know you “you” are anymore.

It Happens Every Day
Dar Williams

The first part of every day for me is good
I’ve got the bus stop in my neighborhood
And everything’s on purpose everywhere they go
Hiding in my car and running in the snow

Running with the friends they’ll know for years
I’ve seen it all from here, from here

It happens every day, before they go to school
They play until the bus drives up beside my lawn
And there’s always been a mother who waits ’til they are gone
Then she turns away
It happens every day

Noon comes and turns this campus upside down
I watch the students in this college town
You would think they’re carefree, I have seen their trials
Frowning into Shakespeare and practicing their smiles

Even underlining Nabokov
When I am not in love, in love

It happens every day with their journals in cafes
Looking up at their reflection on the other wall
With every new idea wondering if they’ve changed at all
And then they look away
It happens every day

Well life is as hard and as easy as they say
Walking the steps we’ve chosen on this day
Some will be outrageous, some have rarely shown
Some will walk in couples, some will walk alone

As I think about the world I see
They stare and smile at me, at me

It happens every day at the crossing of the street
Walking out to see what’s new and what is just the same
And the only word for love is everybody’s name
And that will always stay
It happens every day
And every day will happen without you

How to not be cold at night in my new digs: wear 2 pairs of socks, fleece pjs and hat under down comforter while the space heater is pointed at the bed.

How to keep Galahad quiet at night: taking dharmaqueen’s advice, put a finger coated with tabasco in his mouth when he stands over your head or on the porch by the door and meows like a banshee. To be honest, I was surpriesed this worked for this, but figured it was worth a shot.

I’m looking forward to Friday night, cause I don’t have to wake up early Saturday. I’m going to dance my bootie off and then come home, bundle up, and sleep till I want to wake up (or 10, whichever comes first).

must make the cat quiet!

What it is:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tsunami

What it aint:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tidal_bore