| Wildernessguru: the painful moment of acknowledging his love of repetitive techno. |
[May. 19th, 2013|02:21 am]
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Things that I do and I don't want to admit:
I didn't want to download Amazon's Cloud Player. I updated to iTunes latest version (what a mistake that was) and ended up with, unasked, their cloud. It's seeded with disconcerting songs I don't want. (But I do readily admit the Doctor Horrible songs were a smart call.)
Then I found Amazon had all the music I'd ever bought from them.
Including music I lost to my ex, WG.
Oh.
Sheepishly I downloaded it, even after being slightly obnoxious to the Amazon chat-rep, "What do you mean I have to download the cloud player when my download yesterday didn't work, I don't want the cloud player, why, iTunes' cloud is irritating, gimme my ninety-nine cent refund" -- oops, the song I'm trying to buy is there already, like you said. Oh, I'm sooo not confessing this.
Then I discovered the music is Tangerine Dream I bought for WG.
A pang of loss startled me. Combined with something I never admitted to WG: relief. I was never fond of his Tangerine Dream. They're okay. Just ... boring.
What I also don't want to admit: I like them better now than I did when I pretended to like them. |
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| Happy = good? |
[May. 18th, 2013|08:43 pm]
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I've been very happy lately. Inexplicably. Well, almost inexplicably. I have cats.
When Yangthang Rinpoche was here, a friend from my retreat in 2011 flew in from California. We'd had a couple of long talks during the retreat.
The retreat itself was great. Intense, a lot of work, a lot of personal change--difficult, but in a BOO-YAH! kind of way.
So my friend asked me if I was feeling any better.
Hunh?
Apparently I didn't seem "happy" at the time. Well... no, of course it was hard. But I look back on this retreat as Great and didn't understand the question until I was driving home today. He thought that I was doing better when I was happier.
Where did we get the idea that happy = good?
I've been happy lots of times, mostly while watching sci-fi with a cat in my lap. Not accomplishing jack. There's nothing wrong with being happy. I enjoy it. But the times I'm happiest *about* are the so-called tough times when I've gone through a lot of personal change.
On the way home from work it hit me: that's what Shantideva meant. He didn't just mean that one *should* be happy to have enemies. He was genuinely pleased at his personal change. BOO-YAH! |
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| Just saw Star Trek. |
[May. 18th, 2013|12:27 am]
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Just saw the latest Star Trek.
Any fic recs?
Kirk/Spock friendship + humor a plus. |
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[May. 17th, 2013|01:34 am]
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I noticed when my arm brushed the tag on my shirt.
H'okay, I may've been tired after chatting till 6am. My shirt was on inside out.
(Good thing there aren't any witnesses. I hustled off to the bathroom.)
Just to prove it wasn't an aberration, minutes later I reached up to drop some bird treats in the bird's food bowl, to top it off.
*Sploop!*
Wrong bowl. And I'd just changed that water.
In other news: I may have overwritten that Star Trek: TOS fic I've been trying to resuscitate. I do lots of creative things ... painting, finishing the OAR (Overly Ambitious Rug, yes, I know I finished the sections months ago but I still haven't latched them together)... but I miss writing. |
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| My aunt's idea of bargaining... |
[May. 16th, 2013|11:05 pm]
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My aunt bargains in reverse.
I offered to repair her gutted laptop and purchase it from her.
Me: "I can fix your old laptop, but I need to buy a disk with Windows 7. So fair market value, minus the cost of Win7."
My Aunt: "Oh, I'll just give it to you. I've already replaced it."
Me: "Don't be ridiculous."
My Aunt: "Well, then just give me twenty-five or fifty dollars."
Me: "It's a laptop."
Eventually she bargained me down to seventy-five. No, really. On a $300 laptop. I'm renegotiating the price considering I found my Win7 disc so now don't have to buy it.
I'm probably the only person who's had to raise their own rent. |
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| Surprisingly social this week. |
[May. 11th, 2013|08:26 pm]
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I've been surprisingly social this week.
I invited Ani S. K. to lunch. ("Sorry it's been over a year," I said. S.K., with her Tennessee twang, "I've been trying not to take it personal.")
Then! I invited myself over for a movie with single-dad-with-two-month-old-oh-he-is-so-on-verge-of-cabin-fever, J (yes, he of the nun!mom grilling). Just friends, BTW, his personal life (note the baby that didn't exist last fall) ... uh. *backs away slowly* He hadn't seen X-Men First Class. *cue shock*
Sunday I went to a late lunch and then Buddhist class with my buddy M.
Monday -- Iron Man 3 with K.
That's a social whirl for me, folks.
In other news ... I feel like writing.
Any advice on how to revive a stale project? I'm busier than I used to be, so more often than not I start a project, and it's weeks before I can type it. |
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| Yay! Ridiculously expensive bras. |
[May. 3rd, 2013|06:30 pm]
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Yay! Breathtakingly expensive bras have arrived.
At least they look nice. And fit.
I'm now up to three whole bras.
Who knew one could change bra size? I'm used to wearing them out. |
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[May. 3rd, 2013|10:07 am]
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Contractors drive big trucks.
The extended cabins, super-long trailer beds, wheels big enough for armored personnel carriers. They're shiny, new, and well-cared for. These are proud trucks.
Four of them were parked side-by-side in the temple parking lot this am and I could hardly get past in my tiny Honda Civic.
Contractors mean bids, and bids mean stage one of the temple renovation has begun. I didn't even need to ask.
The job's a small one to start: building a firewall to separate the prayer room from the temple, and building two bathrooms. (Bigger contractors drive sedans and the guy who does the bids is never seen at the job site.)
Sure enough, behind the temple: a cluster of big guys in workman-like clothes, dressed for success. Funny they clustered together. Knew each other? Sizing up the competition? Intimidated by a Buddhist temple?
Ani Dawa, also in her work clothes, waved to me and warned: "These are the guys who're going to mess up your paint job!"
After a moment's thought, I raised my arms. "Yay!"
P.S. Kristin tells me that one of the contractors is Amazingly good-looking. I told her all contractors are attractive. It's how they walk (and I admit, I like men who are handy). But she said, "But this guy is dreamy."
This I gotta see. I have a prayer shift today. Maybe he'll be around. *cranes neck* |
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