I'm feeling useless.
People like me are so rarely needed.
It is the people who create color and rich sounds and spaces and beauty; those who create.
I can analyize. I can tell you what the effects of something are. I can tell you what the flaws with something are. I can trace connections; sometimes to an insane degree. I might even be able to tell you why we do what we do. But none of that adds something to the sum total of good, of value.
It's those who make the abstract tangible that are the health of a society; That are the true shapers of a culture.

The Christmas Fiasco of 2005

So Christmas is nearly here (in my house we open gifts on Christmas Eve). I'm not ready. At this point Christmas is coming without me. My only hope is to duck and cover and pray that I'm still in one piece when it's all over and then I can at long last relax.
Oh, and one other thing, I was placing a last minute order the other night just in time for it to arrive on the 23rd. Just one problem, I forgot to select my house as the shipping address so the gifts for most of the men in my life are stuck at physical plant.
Finally, I had a plan to if not completely avoid the clannish monstrosity that is occurring on Christmas Day, to at least get out early. My plan is in bed with chills.

*sigh*

"I'll get you my pretty, and your little dog too"

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So how much do you think hating your first person takes out of your kharma?
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I don't mean indifference, I've felt that way towards many people. And I don't even mean strong dislike, because I've allowed myself that from time to time, but I think I may have come dangerously close to actual hate this time and I want to know what the consequences are likely to be.

Naked

2 Apples
0.5 kiwi fruit
0.5 Banana
0.5 Pineapple
0.5 Mango

Plus:

1300 mg Spirulina
400 mg Chlorella
100 mg Green Tea
100 mg Broccoli
100 mg Spinach
50 mg Blue Green Algae
50 mg Garlic
50 mg Echinacea
75 mg Barley Grass
75 mg Wheat Grass
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Do you think that the juice can get me through the papers?

:P

So, um, no one me that you had to do your confirmation of registration by midnight of that same day!
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
grrrrrrrr!
grrrrr. . .

[and Belgium while i'm at it]

Well, thank goodness that is over. I mean, it was fun and all, but quite frankly, when I start having multiple dreams about the same assignment I figure it's gone to far.
tnx Greg.
globalphysicist, it was quite the challenge. i enjoyed it. :)

:P

This is the first day of my life
I swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain suddenly everything changed
They're spreading blankets on the beach

Yours is the first face that I saw
I think I was blind before I met you
Now I don’t know where I am
I don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I want to go

And so I thought I’d let you know
That these things take forever
I especially am slow
But I realize that I need you
And I wondered if I could come home

Remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning
And I thought it was strange you said everything changed
You felt as if you had just woke up
And you said “this is the first day of my life
I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you
But now I don’t care I could go anywhere with you
And I’d probably be happy”

So if you want to be with me
With these things there’s no telling
We just have to wait and see
But I’d rather be working for a paycheck
Than waiting to win the lottery
Besides maybe this time is different
I mean I really think you like me
--Bright Eyes, "First Day of My Life"
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"Now all knowledge is achieved by way of some assimilation of the knower to the thing known, an assimilation which causes the knowledge: thus sight is aware of colour because it suffers modification by the kind of the colour."
--St. Thomas, "Being, Unity, Goodnes, Truth"
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The connection of these two pieces I leave to you.
As for me, . . . in this way. . . with me always.

I would really rather stay home but instead I'm going to a meeting to trying find a way to get Calley off.

sigh.