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everything that rises must converge

Posted on February 24, 2017 at 7:49 pm
Mood: Sillago
Now Playing: Capability - Dump Him
Burning Question: what's the worst designed website you use frequently? For me, it's tied between Facebook and IMDB. Or at least, it was tied between Facebook and IMDB when I posed this question and I don't know what Facebook did but it's even worse now. I know The Matt Walsh Blog is worse but I don't read that. I'd take dated and somewhat ugly over cutting-edge and nonfunctional any day.

Ashley, train the with messing stop.
No, worry not, the whole post isn't going to be written like that.

I overheard a conversation of someone of the sign of the Corrupt who thought she should have been the sign of the Impure. Meanwhile, someone of indeterminate genethliac sign coughed into someone else of indeterminate genethliac sign's hair and she felt her hair move.
The best zodiacal constellation is Sagittarius. The best sign is Zeromus. My tentative ranking of the zodiac signs is: zeromus, mateus, ultima, chaos, hashmal, cuchulainn, belias, exodus, zalera, shemhazai, famfrit, adrammelech.

I ate papaya salad from Siam Bistro.
Two prawns is hardly a galaxy, unless you were born under the sign of the Corrupt or the Judge-Sal.

[Click here for ICA stuff!]

Trace by Nancy Graves is a windblown tree constrasting amorphous shapes and geometric patterns.

Sarah Sze, hidden relief. Sze uses everyday objects to create intricate sculptures. I don't know if it vibrates or if it's just because they were doing work in a nearby room.

I'm Yours - Henry Taylor

(I am sorry.)
Annette Messager - Histoire de Robes - A reliquary with photographs of bound wrists set against silk the color of a fresh bruise.

AKA Fuschia Ending - misspellings of fuchsia and a rhyme generator, so you get things like Fuschia Ebola and Fuschia Larva.

Depose II - Keith Sonnier - made from neon lights, metal, and inflated nylon sailcloth. The title references deposition, oral testimony that involves deeply personal questions.

Untitled - the fabric from a beach umbrella removed and pinned against the wall. A long long time ago, one of the students in Sculptural Communication (no, Claire wasn't even in that class. Her name was Diane and I remember absolutely nothing about her.) made a sculpture from umbrella innards. Our assignment was to deconstruct and reconstruct an object. Sully made a jellyfish, or maybe it was a squid or a nudibranchy, from the videocassette for something about NBA Jam for N64, but worry not because the videos are floating around Youtube, and he held it to the fan and let it blow in everyone's face. He called it No Escape. Casey Desmond made a little man out of an old watch, with the face as the head with a battery monocle and the body was the rest of the watch with all the gearwork visible and it was lined with crystals to make it extra-impressive. Maria made a palantir out of a coke bottle. Jessica took a tennis racket, took most of the strings off, and had the remaining ones hold a severed part of it. Lauren and I took apart old electronic devices, mine the circuit boards from a speaker, a modem, and a CD player, and I used the residues from the glue gun to make spiderwebs, hers an AM radio. Tewels reconstructed a tape player and Casey called it the Rollercoaster of Death. Rob took apart a radio and made a gravestone of the future. Faith turned a robot action figure into a robot dog. Fuck if I can remember the rest of them. Actually more like whatever they made, I didn't write about. One thing that sticks out vividly is a pair of boots: one encased in this gauzy mummy wrap stuff and one of which looks like Scary Terry went to town on it. But those were different assignments and it turns out Lauren made them. Say, I wonder if Claire knows what's going on with Rick and Morty. I guess that would depend on when she's coming from. It's just too bad I didn't get to know her that well, because I didn't know that elephant motifs would be a major trend thirteen years after we met.
I wanted to take the radio sculpture for use in a film Ethan wanted to make about a drunken hippie who went into the desert (there's an abandoned industrial park near their house. It was torn down so obviously they hid Area 51 with an alien cloaking device) to find Area 51 to save it from the Afghaniese (sic).
They then went to look for cheese and they can't get grated cheese because it looks too much like anthrax and imported cheese is too expensive.
So it goes.

the intermediate inceptive sphere - is made from straw and headdresses worn in Korean weddings and bells worn by cows in India, atop is a crown of artificial plants.

Crimes against Iraqi POWs against a deep red.

Ree Morton - Regional Piece

Sadie Benning - Crowd
while it looks homogenous, the pieces have green and pink on the edges. It looks soft but it's wood coated with casein, a milk protein. You can't really see that in the photograph, though.

deflated statues tesselation. What she did was make a mold of her subjects and made a hyperrealistic texture in photoshop.

rubbings of her father's belongings and videos of mice in plaster-mummified mazes.

Human alphabet.

Shake Rattle And Roll is sixteen television screens each playing a video of varying durations with a white-gloved Christian Marclay, the clock guy, making percussive sounds on various objects. I think someone else was taking notes on her phone too.
It's not actually infinite because there is a least common multiple to all sets of natural numbers. It depends on how long the videos are and how many factors their lengths have in common. I would guess that it would go about a trillion years before it repeats. It's funny because I once wrote about something just like this, except with a different setup: the musical stairs and Archimedian Excogition at the Museum of Science.

the earth is a magnet is two rooms, one with an artist's collection of ephemera and street photography and scientific images and one with artworks by her peers.

A woman there had lavender hair much like Primrose did.

Sara VanDerBeek creates assemblages that exist to be photographed.

Living Is Not Good Enough

la traversée difficile has found objects: a sand dollar, golden peanut shells, a bust, a photograph.

Rachel Harrison's Voyage of the Beagle is 57 prints, most depicting dolls or statues with the occasional stone or actual person in there, and even a cat. Someone really loved the mannequin wearing a necktie with a 40% off sign covering its crotch. You can find inspiration anywhere, she says.

The high was 68°F and I climbed over a snowbank to find only a dead marker.
The media room had the notes with the same questions and someone in there collects lint from his navel because why not. The one I picked was about an invaluable item in my collection and I said it was the collaborative drawing I did with Emma. What do I collect? Fortunes from cookies. Coins. Random trinkets and baubles to be used in art. Broken jewelry. Other people collect fruit stickers, Isis, the hearts of my enemies, dogs' eyeballs, beach sand, broken jewelry, magnets, memories, rocks and gems, their son's toys, the heads of the ruling class (insert hammer and sickle here). Someone drew Trogdor and someone else called him a bacon dragon.

The running woman had a tattoo that said feminist killjoy and she had hair of cotton candy swirly pink and blue.

The silver line wasn't much better.
My legs felt like they were made of gelatin when I got to South Station.
Caitlin really likes vanilla coke.
I told Kendra that I felt like I was trying to draw with one of those big vibrating pens.
A guy was wearing a t-shirt with four lilies and a hand and a band name that to me sounded Bradbury-esque and very familiar that I can't remember. Google is no help.
The train we got on was exceptionally wobbly and exceptionally loud so I'm not sure if one of the guys is Kevin or Evan. I wrote Kevin, just so you know.
She has a pendant with abstract Celtic curvy designs because she's part Irish and part Italian, Shannon is part Irish, and Caitlin is part Irish and also a tiny part Cherokee. Caitlin pointed at her skin but it makes sense that they're all Irish because of their names and because we're in Massachusetts. Okay, Evan is Welsh and Kendra is of uncertain but most likely Celtic origins. Tim isn't an Irish name, it's a Greek name, but he could be Irish, I mean, my name is Greek but I'm part Irish.
I don't like Kendra's legs. That sounds weird out of its context.
The train stopped and then went in reverse back to the station while I was trying to draw Kendra, so we had to get off and get on the other train.

Ascension Day weather a few days before Shrovetide.
23 days until the vernal equinox


one of her paths

Posted on February 21, 2017 at 12:31 am
Mood: Acipenser
Now Playing: Motion Sickness of Time Travel - Ballade for a Buck Moon
27 days until the vernal equinox
It would seem that I am mistaken. Tiffany told me that One-Eye was released and coracoid fracture didn't make it because he wasn't getting vertical lift, which would make sense. Also, I love how autocorrect insists on capitalizing coracoid. Whoops. Or perhaps I've been reality-hopping again. Let's call them Reality-κ, because there's no C in Greek, and Reality-ε for ena-mati, Greek for One-Eye. Yes, I had to look that up. There aren't one-sided polygons in Euclidian space and don't say circles because circles have infinitely many sides. Although if you had a spherical surface or an Asteroids-type surface that wraps around, a single straight line can bound an area.

There are subtler difference between the realities, as the snow seems to be taking a longer time to melt than it should, and the socialist candidate in Ecuador's election supports Julian Assange. I always think that Google Translate introduced a new language even when they haven't.

Kate said the salamander has gone to a better place. Primrose said that everything spotted is dying. I was going to ask a question about whether or not Jack would take a picture in the next 80 days but I guess it's too late now. We think maybe its tail was injured and it became necrotic.

We should be releasing the swan soon.

We have more rodos than we have rodo cages, so we had one of them in one of those lightweight carriers. Kate said we should release all the rodos at once like a wedding, and she says when she gets married, she's having ordinary ugly rodos released, none of those fancy white ones. A rodo had white splotches and Tiffany's like "Sorry, you're only a six. But I think you're an eight."

We had a bobwhite that someone thought was a baby grouse.

We have an opossum who was snarling in a photograph with him, who has lead poisoning and trauma. They're pretty badass; they can live with rabies, they can live with lead poisoning.

A Chinese Owl is a breed of pigeon.

We have a goose who is suffering from organophosphate poisoning, which is a lot like sarin poisoning and it's not a pleasant way to go. He has some bullets in him, but we're going to ignore those unless they impair his wing movement or ability to walk, and he was banded so they're going to send us a certificate and perhaps tell us some interesting things about the goose. Primrose is doing some detective work.
We treat organophosphate poisoning with atropine and 2-PAM chloride which has a longass chemical name, 2-pyridine aldoxime methyle chloride or 1-methylpyridine-6-carbaldehyde-oxime, which work in synergy with one another. The symptoms are a lot like nerve toxins and tea plantation workers in India have children with learning disabilities. That's what happens when there's no EPA to regulate that shit. It blocks acetylcholinesterase so all the acetylcholine builds up in the body and overloads the nervous system so they have seizures and shakes and diarrhea.

In reptiles, the drugs can be metabolized by the liver before they circulate throughout the body, reducing their efficacy.

Jack is getting into Thai food, specifically some kind of crispy chicken and something with pineapples, and we're cleaning his office and his phone was on the desk so I told him I'm going to have Ashley mess with it so it will send calls to last week as a lesson in not leaving it laying around.
Mice are annoying and shit everywhere while rats are cute and smart.

A woman with bright orange hair brought a guinea pig.

Gerald, alternatively TJ although I don't know why, I don't see a T in G-E-R-A-L-D, asks who shoots at geese and Emily says people who want to be seen as manly shoot them and Kate says that it's even manlier when they chase the goose down unarmed, and she wonders who shoots crows, and Gerald AKA TJ says that maybe it stole something shiny that belonged to him.

Primrose made some chili and it was someone's birthday so there was cake.
Burning Question: who puts zip-ties on spoons? Gerald, AKA TJ, says that maybe it would keep people from stealing them, but they weren't zip-tied to anything, they were just tied there.


an arrow through time

Posted on February 19, 2017 at 1:01 am
Mood: Helicometra
Now Playing: Miles Davis - Jeru
29 days until the vernal equinox

Both Barsk: The Elephant's Graveyard (it was released in hardcover in December 2015) and Too Like The Lightning (this comes as a surprise to me because it was released in May of 2016, so I guess maybe they balance out with the books that take upwards of 18 months to become available in paperback) were available in paperback. As a further fuck you to John C. Wright, Teddy Beale, Drow, and friends, they're both published by Tor.

The woman with a hat and a tattoo of a somewhat abstract cat's head and a tattoo of three rectangles, red, blue, and black, arranged in a H, and a tattoo that says "every saint has a past. every sinner has a future" uses tea leaves to season chicken.
I swear I've seen her before but I dunno.

It's not really worth updating for just that, though.

Ashley loses things a lot, but she put the list in her bag this time and she's going to tell me what she thinks of Atlas Lab and I'll probably relay those thoughts to Emma, although unless I think of some way to see Emma in person, those thoughts will probably not reach anyone outside the Land of Wind and Ghosts.
I haven't listened to Birdy. I spent my time listening to Bitches Brew, Kind of Blue, and Birth of the Cool, along with Dead Can Dance, Mulatu Astatke, and Bedroom Eyes. She also recommends Sufjan Stevens, Bon Iver (which I am familiar with because they did a song called For Emma, Forever Ago that is not about pastrami, kraut, and bagels. Also, I'm pretty sure Chantel and Tara recommended them to me; alas, I can not find the list of bands they recommended.), Fleet Foxes (which I am familiar with because Bulldog did an amazing cover of Mykonos. It's entirely possible that Tara and Chantel recommended them to me), London Grammar (which I've never heard of; also, she thought that the band made an artistic choice of some sorts and spelt their name London Grammer; also, their debut was in 2013 and there's no way anyone not named Claire recommended them to me in 2009) and The Civil Wars (asakiyume, I am looking at you).
In exchange, I recommended Rose Polenzani, Glass Mannequins, Abbie Barrett, and the Belgrade Noise Society to her. Don't be fooled by the last one's name, they're more free jazz.

The Thing is a perfect Valentine's Day movie. She asked me how Snowpiercer was. She was asking me about an upcoming movie, The Cure For Wellness, although I don't really know anything about that. She likes a horror movie now and then.

She says that the worst month is February, or at least it is this year because it's snowed so much and even when the snow melted last week, we just gained back the snow we lost, and her driveway has turned into a skating rink.

She says Budapest (pronounced pesht, it's not an Anglization like Bucharest/București, and she knows about the twin cities of Buda and Pest so she's overqualified for an ambassadorship there under the Trump administration) is beautiful and she wants to see İstanbul (which was Constantinople, now it's İstanbul, not Constantinople, but it will be called Byzantium again by the time the Eiffel Tower is lost) as well. She's thinking of going to Barcelona to see the art by Gaudi and the cathedral that's been under construction since 1882 and won't be finished for at least another 10 years.
She never noticed the scars of World War II and I'd probably not notice them if I was ever in Europe had Christopher Priest not pointed them out.
They recently evacuated 75000 people in Thessaloniki because of World War II munitions.

I thought of offering her forged letters of commendation from the Sultan of Krakow if she ever wants to visit the Aral Sea without the risk of being spirited away for the annual cotton harvest and the Council of Magi for safe travel through Iran, but I can not vouch for their quality, so unless rotting away in the interrogation chambers of the Iranian secret police sounds romantic, I don't recommend taking me up on my offer. Or at least tattoo yourself with musical notation before you do. I'm not into that so she probably isn't either.

She loves how everyone has a slightly different expression on their face, after all, people are all different.

She had Tibetan food once, in Northampton, that she loved and she called it hearty and very warm because you're up in the Himalayas but not spicy. They served yak curry (I thought she was a vegetarian but then again I thought the same thing about Emma) and some kind of milk tea. There's a place in Somerville that I can easily get to. We'd have to build fal'Cie and yes, that is the most realistic plan I can think of for a statewide mass transit system. Atomos is happy to build tunnels for you. We'll just have to find somewhere to park Atomos when we're done so there aren't a bunch of Cie'th shambling around.
She ate at Elephant Walk, which is (or rather, was) apparently in Cambridge near Porter Square and not just in Waltham. For the benefit of those of us who aren't named Claire, she says there's a location in Boston, which still exists but not a place to visit in the cold seasons. She says it was less sweet than Thai, and they all have complicated names that she can't remember.
Maybe I picked something sweet. I'm trying to find the entry about it, if it ever existed in the first place. It was in green spring, it was with my dad, and I got some kind of soup. They played either Azam Ali or some kind of Arab or Middle Eastern pop on the speakers and I swear that I told Carla about it which means it was probably in 2009 because everyone stopped using AIM after that, but I might be mixing that up with the time they played Mulatu Astatke at the Apple Store. It might have been before I started volunteering at the Wildlife Center. I would ask if that ever happens to you (much like that time I thought I made a post called Emotions and I'm not sure if I didn't post it or merely called it something else) but I have a better question.
She says there's an amazing Indian place near Quincy Center.
Her roommate was Jamaican and she loved the smell of the food she made.
She says Peruvian is a new fad.
I said that one of the rare bright moments of a bold far right is that the Mexicans are going to come here to Massachusetts instead of staying in Arizona and Ohio because it's hard to find good Mexican in Boston. We have everything else including pretty much every country in Latin America, except for things there isn't much demand for like Greenlandic and Icelandic.

She says that Austria is where a lot of Nazis fled after the war and the far right party there was founded by an SS officer and minister of agriculture, and that sort of explains why Austria was split between far left and far right. They also went to kindred fascist governments in South America and to authoritarian quasi-republics in the middle East, so if you want to blame someone for everything bad in the middle east, blame the Nazis. Going by what someone from Denmark wrote, Denmark also took in a lot of German soldiers after the war.
She's not very optimistic about Austria, even if they did dodge a bullet.
I think Turkmenistan might be worse than Uzbekistan but it's a really close competition. I don't think corrupt even begins to describe those countries.
I said that I think Burma might be the worst of the lot, although who knows what will happen in a post-war Syria.

We were talking about time travel (and clothing with elephant motifs, and about the ratio of people relieved that Pepe has supplanted the elephant as the Republican mascot to people consternated over the frog becoming the Republican mascot) and she gave me a list of anime to watch. Steins;Gate is about time travel and I've heard of it, maybe because of Phil Buni. Robotics;Notes is about robots/science and I'm going to assume it's spiritually linked to Steins;Gate because of the title's format. Sword Art is about videogames/altreality.
She recommended a Youtube channel about alternate history and what if one thing was changed.
She says she doesn't have Final Fantasy XIII-2 but she has XIII and has never finished it and blames her brother for deleting her saves or something, so I have no idea if she knows what an Atomos is and why we need one. I recommended Chrono Cross and Chrono Trigger to her too.

If I said I thought Leah was born in 1727, I'd be lying. She's not unsent. Those of us who have played Final Fantasy X know what being unsent does to your physique.

I did give Molly an update about the owls. Not my latest update, which I share here. I told Mallory as well but I'm not sure if it's new information to her.

I didn't get a chance to go to the wildlife center until very recently. The parking lot there is a skating rink too.

One-Eye couldn't get any vertical lift and I don't think he was going after live prey, anyway. Still, that's not his true name. He's dead now, alas. As for coracoid fracture owl, we opened up his cage recently and he just flew out, off into the wild. So Leah will be half-happy at least, assuming I can get a message to her or assuming she has some sort of telepathic link to barred owls. At this point, I feel like both options are equally likely. The facebook page, of course, made no mention of this whatsoever.
One of the fish crows was released, the other died. We have several rodos and a gull and a spotted salamander. We apparently had a loon. He died, as loons are wont to do.

Kelsey says her family is from a place called Zizilia in Ukraine, which I can find nothing about and which might be too obscure for Wikipedia or I might be spelling wrong or both. One of her teachers thought she was Slovakian, and I thought of Mukachevo, where Lisa Goldstein's mother was from, where the borders ebb and flow around it and one could have been to three countries without ever leaving their home. I told Ashley that I ever come across another copy of The Dream Years, I will give it to her.
Kelsey has a tattoo of a cat skull surrounded by flowers and was talking about a geometric design for her other arm. Her shirt had "we are all mad here" on it or some other reference to Alice In Wonderland. I read about something called Clamp in Wonderland, which is not as amazing as it sounds. Whomever stole the tarts is climping for a CLAMPING! Clamp-clamp ka-bamp!

Primrose asks just how people race pigeons, if they just let them out and time how long it takes for them to come back. She was showing us different breeds of pigeon, including one with a long neck, and one with a small head, and the most royal looking pigeon, and a Sherlock Holmes pigeon with a bald patch around his eye.

The bird grabbed a Sharpie from Jacob's pocket.

The snapping turtle once snuck out of his tank.

Azhane and Treasure were around. One had red hair, not any kind of red, just pure red, one had hair the color of television tuned to a dead channel. I'm not sure who's who.

Jacob said that sending messages to the past wouldn't matter that much because I'm still here.
We ended up with a freezer, possibly from the nearby liquor store, because it was used to store frozen alcoholic cocktails, and we had to move it to the storage room and I'm like "maybe we could call them and tell them we don't need it before they send it to us" although maybe we do need it.

burning question: if you could have any object from the future, what would it be? I'd choose my iPod equivalent from 2060 or so. Provided I'd have a way to charge it.


quiet of the night

Posted on February 12, 2017 at 9:10 pm
Mood: micromesistius
Now Playing: Mint Green - Curtains
35 days until the vernal equinox
Although why I'm counting down to March 20 and not, say, Ascension Day, when the weather actually becomes warm, I can not say.

Ashley left the list of recommendations (it was a short list last time, with only Duruflé, Atlas Lab, and Jaggery. I gave her a new list that also included Henry Cowell, Lady Pills, Airiel, and Karol Szymanowski. I probably should have included Glass Mannequins and Arc Iris and Quilt and Dump Him) behind and I hope that someone is enjoying it. She gave me a list of things to listen to (and said John Coltrane aloud) but had trouble thinking of what she wanted to recommend so it's a short list: Birdy (a British artist), Novo Amor (obscure, she says), Miles Davis (This is my problem with jazz: a lot of artists have giganterous discographies and it's easy to get overwhelmed) and Dave Brubeck, and Vampire Weekend. She crossed out something and it looks like the last word is horses or maybe heads or fetus and the first letter of the first word is H. She was going to look things up but I had to go. Goodness me, the clock has struck. Alackday and fuck my luck.
She knows who Neil Cicierega is. I met him at Flim Fest.
She's never heard of Stereolab, which surprises me, nor has she heard of Erwin Schulhoff, which doesn't surprise me as much but she does love the idea of the Communist Manifesto set to music and a soprano faking an orgasm.
I didn't recommend Big Monster Fish Hook to her because she'd probably have a hard time finding it and if she finds it, I have some other tasks for her.

I didn't ask what her least favorite month is but it's obviously February. In fact, it's so obviously February that I didn't even bother to ask. I think it's more like January is longer and darker but February is colder and snowier.

Caroline says she always looks serious. She says the same things about my art others have (she really likes the way I capture emotion) and asked the same thing (if I ever worked in color) and she's not an artist but she goes to many museums. She's been to the Reina Sofia in Madrid and wants to travel somewhere warm for this time of year, like the Yucatan peninsula or Africa. The train was quiet for a Saturday evening so I spent the ride showing her some of the animals we had at the wildlife center. She certainly didn't have a serious, grumpy expression on her face when I showed her those.

A human beatbox was at the to Forest Hills (and Chinatown, my destination) platform at Downtown Crossing.

I had Malaysian food because when I was at the women's march, on the way back to South Station, I passed by this place and said "I need to try this place one day" As someone who's eaten both Cambodian and Thai (and Vietnamese but not Laotian. I had larb once, at a Thai restaurant, so that kind of counts. I knew a Laotian in college. One day I thought about asking her if she knew about the giant spiders but last time I checked, she was exiled to an alternate reality for using Blogspot to write about her personal life. Since I don't think she ever ran a restaurant, it really makes no difference right now), I would describe it as the missing link, except it smells very very potent, and also, remove the French influence. I had Nasi Lemak, which is clove-flavored coconut rice, with chili, dried anchovies, onion, cucumbers, curried chicken, yellow things that I think are , and a hard-boiled egg. Wikipedia tells me that it's usually a breakfast food. Everything2 tells me it's the food equivalent of a Flaming Moe; it's typically made with whatever leftovers are available.
So, yes, I know nasi means rice and goreng means fried but: you're going down, alt-right. Down to Chinatown. I hope they cook and eat you.

Above the urinal was written "don't cry" and "ooh la la."

Cinderella's real name is Lucette in Jules Massenet's opera Cendrillon. Cendrillon is a portmanteau of the word for ashes (not the tree, that would be frêne) and the word for scullion. They live inside of a clock tower, I guess. IIX is not a real roman numeral, but when you reverse it, it is. The sky in the background looks like marble, and there is a shimmering reflection in the clock.
Pandolfe, Cendrillon's father, is still alive, but her evil stepmother Madame de la Haltière and her evil stepsisters Dorothée and Noémi forced her into servitude and won't let her go the ball, but her faery godmother shows up with her fellow faeries, and weave a gown of stars and moonlight and magicked glass slippers that hide her identity from her evil stepfamily, but the magicks will wear off at the stroke of midnight. Meanwhile, Le Prince Charmant, which is French for Prince Charming, mopes around and his courtiers fail to rouse him, and the King is annoyed with the fact that he hasn't found a wife yet, so he has a ball. Instead of getting there via pumpkin carriage, she instead uses a door from Bluebeard's castle, and the Prince falls in love with her, but she refuses to tell him her name. She tells her that if he can learn her name before dawn, he can take her life, and so he orders everyone in the kingdom to find out what it is. Oops, wrong opera. The clock strikes twelve, and she runs off. Pandolfe promises Cendrillon that they will move back to the country together but she doesn't want to be a burden to him and instead runs off into an an enchanted forest of oversized dandelion puffs, where she finds the Prince, who pledges his heart to a sacred oak if only she could see her. Back in the real world, Prince Charming has every woman try on the glass slipper, and he recognizes Cendrillon. The evil stepsisters still act jealous but Madame de la Haltière tries to get into her good graces. I, for one, doubt her sincerity.
Prince Charming's role is played by a soprano woman. I can't really find a decent explanation for this. Maybe because Act II's music is a pastiche of 18th century music.
I don't remember Cinderella and Prince Charming getting lost in an enchanted forest in the Disney animation but then again, it's been a long time since I've seen Cinderella. Wikipedia tells me it doesn't happen. Otherwise, the plot is pretty much the same exact thing as the Disney movie, especially compared to Rossini's La Cenerentola or the Irish version of the story. The names are different, of course.
The role for the King's herald is spoken and in this case played by the orchestra conductor. I don't know if that was Massenet's intent.

Alfredo V of Alfredo V and Son Del Sol played Andean music on guitar at Park Street, so I really didn't care that I had to wait fifteen minutes for a train. A woman in a panda hat was so impressed she actually found her way to the middle platform to give the guy money.

Beth isn't an artist but she worked as a backstage manager in a theatre for half a year or so and really enjoyed it. When I was drawing her, I couldn't tell if she was unaware I was drawing her or deliberately hiding her face but it turns out it was the former.
The train delayed near the end of my journey and it would have be nice if Beth were still on but oh well.

The book promised me I'd be home by midnight (but first, a little magic) and they delivered.

I ganked this from Otherland.
burning question: What does a fairy godmother do when she is not blessing babies or magicking up a coach and dress for Cinderella? Does she perhaps sit outside the ring of the campfire, watching over the others as they sleep, talking quietly to herself?


to see the invisible man

Posted on February 11, 2017 at 8:43 pm
Mood: menticirrhus
Now Playing: Your Black Star - Lousy Smarch Weather
36 days until the vernal equinox
It's deceptive, though, as it's currently cold enough to freeze time itself.
I thought I set this to post yesterday but nope.

I picked this title because there's a guide on how to draw people on the New York subway and that when you draw people, you are breaching this invisibility.

It's funny. The first half of winter (white winter) is monotonously gray brown yellow and the second half of winter (gray winter) is monotonously white. I guess that I am wrong and Emma is right. Hmm, I wonder what Ashley thinks is the worst month, if it's January or February or perhaps Smarch.

After I told Ashley I wasn't sleeping enough and she says she was sleeping too much, I've been getting sleep, except I've still been waking up at 4 AM.

The next book is on imgur, waiting for me to sort and post the images.

[life is elsewhere]
[objects in flux]

[words unspoken]

[phantom and a rose]

[conspiracy theories]


[making the most of it]

[tumbling dice]

[healing the rifts]

[the mercy of sound]

Everything I needed to say I said in the previous picture entry. I don't know. Maybe I should tell some more stories about microwaves. Once Ethan put popcorn in the microwave and mistakenly put in for 20 minutes. He said it turned black and stuck together. I microwaved a fork. Nothing happened because I was like "oh shit!" and turned it off. I also destroyed a plate once and I have no idea why that happened.

burning question: why do people spend their indignation on people with words like 'fuck' on their protest signs and not, I don't know, the racist, sexist, and grossly unconstitutional things we're protesting against?



Posted on February 04, 2017 at 8:45 pm
Mood: Theragra
Now Playing: Neil Cicierega - Promenade (Satellite Pictures at an Exhibition)
43 days until the vernal equinox
It's the second half of winter now and I feel like it's going to be a lot worse than the first half.

I said that I wasn't planning to post until Valentine's Day ish because the wildlife center is closed for the next week but a conversation with Ashley (with profuse apologies to Emma for drawing her with tiny Donald Trump hands. I checked and Emma has normal hands) reminded me that I had these sitting on my camera for the last six months) It's been a while since I posted these and it's been a while since I've drawn these and I am sorry. The problem here is that I didn't always get their names or stories when I was doing this last summer. Sometimes I'll recognize someone I saw on the ride in or on the ride out.

[fly, thought, on golden wings]
[fantasies, fables, and faraway places]

[to answer and resound]

[unguarded future]

[a distant glimmer]


[lay down yr weary tune]

[emergent evolution]

[lights eternal]

[full moon, empty heart]

See? Short. It's because the book I used had only 40 sheets.

Danielle was at the South Shore Mall when the shooting happened which was a harrowing four hours with thirty people crammed into a space the size of the wildlife center's surgery room and thankfully nobody was killed and I wish people wouldn't try to solve all their problems by killing them and that we could all get along.

I told Ashley (je suis les renforts) that I want to travel to Socotra, but even were it possible, I doubt very much I'd be coming back if I ever visited Yemen. She was planning to go to mainland Europe in the summer (she's been to the UK and saw a huge Monet painting of water lilies in London; she has a hard time deciding her favorite style of art but says you can't go wrong with impressionism) and I said "let's hope Le Pen and Geert Wilders don't become president" and "we need Leon Czolgosz" and she's like "my boyfriend might know who he is." and I was like "oh." in a disappointed way because "I thought you were going to say he was planning to assassinate Le Pen." I will probably dance the fucking hornpipe everywhere I go if that happens. I feel like there'd be much dancing in the streets followed by much repression. I guess it depends on the ethnic and political background of the assassin, and when it happens. If he's unambiguously western European, probably dancing in the street followed by a boost in the polls and maybe some political repression. If he's from outside the EU or otherwise eastern European, probably dancing in the street followed by a push to leave the EU and close the borders, a spike in non-sanctioned attacks, a further expansion of the state of emergency. If he's Muslim or even Arab, dancing in the street followed by vicious state-sanctioned pogroms and ethnic cleansing at worst.
Alas, she doesn't have any way to contact Leah, but she says it's a shame as Leah is nice. Ashley, like Emma, can not see inside human hearts, while Leah reminds me of Gabriella in her manner of dress and her dark eyes.
It's nice that she's receptive to going to concerts and museums with me. I guess that if what she's offering me is her friendship, then I guess I'll have to take it. I hope our friendship lasts much longer than Trump's presidency. I told her while I may be a hopeless romantic, I simply can not do long distance relationships and that love can barely conquer the distance to far northern Massachusetts, let alone an entire fucking ocean. Remember when I said that Lauren was chasing after shadows and that it was putting an unnecessary strain on our friendship because she was growing more and more estranged from Amanda and that the right thing is rarely the happy thing? I know, 2002 was a different world.

She may have eclectic taste in music but she doesn't go to many concerts. Once, a decade ago when I was in a Chinese/Taiwanese post-rock and Cambodian garage rock and neopsychedelia phase or maybe it was later and I was listening to a lot of Ralph Vaughan Williams, Gustav Mahler, Cocteau Twins and nu-gaze, she was with her dad and they saw Puddle of Mudd and Shinedown (I don't think I've ever heard Shinedown, I only know about them from pop-cultural osmosis) and she doesn't know if Three Doors Down was there but they might have been. She says she remembered this because Smash Mouth played in Plymouth. Hey, I wonder if she's heard of Neil Cicierega. I'll keep this in mind when I give her my musical recommendation list. I told her about Maurice Duruflé, Atlas Lab, and Jaggery already. Maybe Henry Cowell, which includes the hornpipe you should be dancing in the streets when Le Pen goes to the great Nuremberg Rally in the Sky, or Lady Pills.
Wikipedia tells me that there was a concert tour called Make America Rock Again because I guess someone thought if they had a bunch of successful bands from around 2000 (a few bands I've never heard of like 12 Stones and Saving Abel and a few I have, like Alien Ant Farm, Crazy Town, Drowning Pool, P.O.D., Puddle of Mudd, Saliva, Trapt. Fuel is a bit of a guilty pleasure and VAST is actually really good), they could bring back interest in rock and revitalize the genre, as if post-grunge and other assorted butt rock wasn't the reason it died in the first place.

Late 90s early 00s were the dregs of the dregs. And you didn't have Bandcamp or anything. I guess you had IUMA which mostly lives on in the internet archive and mp3.com which is forever lost to the aether. So, yeah, there's great music out there, it just never surfaced above all the butt rock on the radio. She agrees with me that 2016 was a great year for music.
She started laughing so I didn't make out a lot of what she had to say about it and I found myself subconsciously imitating her laugh.

She doesn't really seek out specific genres or things to listen to. I told her that Jaggery doesn't sound like something she'd normally listen to or something she'd seek out, if only because there isn't anything else like them.

I only just remembered to bring this up: On Monday we were talking about crystals because there's this thing called laser therapy that supposedly stimulates the mitochondria, and there's no real proof that it actually works but it doesn't hurt to actually try it on top of other treatments. Also, people like to gift Greg dead things, including a pufferfish with googly eyes.

I dreamt that I was to be brought to the distant future to bring down some kind of superweapon and when I was departing I wanted to find a way to send a message back to my own time asking what happened in my absence.

burning question: why would anyone ski on salt? Lauren once suggested mashed potatoes, if they could put something in them to keep them from petrifying or going bad. Colin said that skiing in the heat would be weird. Almost as weird as skiing on a mountain of salt. Then he told me about how he tried to microwave a 7-11 Hershey Chocolate Milk Shake but it exploded and he had to make his silent escape and sent someone in to buy him another one.


otherworldly resonances

Posted on January 30, 2017 at 9:35 pm
Mood: Zonotrichia
Now Playing: Stretch Princess - Dying to Begin
48 days until the vernal equinox

Miranda's back. Some people are good with names, like Miranda and Rachel, while some people are horrible with names, like me. I knew she was either Miranda or Emily and I went with my first instinct. She does the same exact thing I do with regards to facebook: check Facebook once a day with feelings of regret because it's less of a hassle than having her e-mail inbox flooded.
I also learned that Facebook does not send out an e-mail notification when you get a private message.

Miranda is more optimistic regarding the owls than the rest of us are. One-eye still isn't eating live prey but Priya suggested that it might just be the stress of captivity and we're considering releasing him. She's going to New Zealand and said that in Australia, there are kangaroo petting zoos similar to our deer petting zoos, which I've never seen before, but she says that maybe I'll see her in the summer.

I said that the owl might be long dead, not from his injuries but from old age, next time I talk to Leah but I hope not. Thing is Christine forgot to tell her about the owl so maybe she didn't realize she was talking about me, and Ryan may know her cousin but her cousin doesn't have any way of contacting Leah at the moment and Hannah kind of knows her but not really. Things could be better right now but things could also be a lot worse. Turns out Hannah was mistaken about Ashley. I'm not angry with her or anything. In fact, I was more relieved than anything. Gotta have some hope in my life before I hit the next pulsating mountain of strange and unpleasant grief. I even did my "defeated the final boss in Lightning Returns" pose. After a few days of uncertainty and insomnia.

I had a good time at the protest and I'm glad that Ashley and I are bonding and I'm glad that the people of Boston are finding solidarity.
But I'd rather Leah was still around, that Ethan was still alive, that Hillary Clinton was in the white house.

We released two rodos. I don't know why I'm saying we. The ring-billed gull was released on Friday; Tiffany was like "I'll get a great video!" and then WHOOSH! The moral of the story is never lose hope.
On the other hand, I was there for the white throated sparrow release. He passed his flight test but he started losing weight. Since nothing is ever perfect, we aim for good enough. They like mixed forests. They're ground nesters and foragers but will build their nests in pine trees if their first nest is robbed by predators. Or "best in lines" according to my notes. They have two color morphs and almost always mate with opposite color morphs. Occasionally, they'll mate with juncos. They're both of family Emberizidae but of different genera, so my guess is the offspring are sterile.

On Saturday, I told Ashley that I would be very surprised if the great horned owl was still alive. We had to euthanize him, which I'm actually surprised about, because I was sure he'd die on his own, but not as surprised as I'd be if he was still around. I didn't think to ask what day that happened on.

So this swan got the shit kicked out of him (I mean that in the figurative sense as all the literal shit was on his sheets. Which I was ecstatic about, by the way. Also, I mean "him" as in more like the Hungarian "ő") in a territorial dispute. The other swan kept going after him even after he fled.
The moral of the story is swans are assholes.

One of the fish crows should be getting released soon while the other might have fused bones and also the stuff he eats is absolutely disgusting. Miranda made a mixture of fish, dog food, and watermelon bits for him.

The mallard can fly, and she flew out of the tub when we tried to take her out and put the swan in, landing in a turtle's tub and traumatizing it, but she still has a weird walk.

Greg was going to amputate a lizard's leg that was broken and buried under some infection but either it gnawed its own leg off or it broke off. All there was was a nub and some blood.

Zack wants a bright red singlet and I told him that he should get some swords too and he's saying that he will buy groceries with them. The moral of the story is that women are a lot like grapes.

Michael said that ten years ago, he thought that Austria would be the epicenter of the fascist takeover. Austria really dodged a bullet. He said that if we're comparing him to dystopias, he's Koopa from the Super Mario Bros. movie: a reptile with bad hair. On the other hand, Trump started out just like Biff: a professional asshole.
Tiffany realized why everyone at a party she went to was drunk: because they were all immigrants.

Caiti and Courtney are kind of the same name, or at least more so than Leah and Ashley are, although Caiti was ultimately derived from the Greek Katherine while Courtney is a surname and has multiple origins that were just sort of mashed together. Courtney had rats or maybe she has rats now and they kind of look similar but I don't remember if Courtney has a septum piercing. She has two rats with her, Juniper and Fox. One of them was dominant but now the other one is bigger and thus is dominant and steals the other one's food, but they still cuddle together.
She says she used to have a white rat. She was also buying plants a few weeks ago.

Before I left, I learned that snakes and birds have nuclei in their red blood cells.

I heard rumors that Assad died and I wanted to see what Democratic Underground and the Jack Pine Radicals had to say about that and they didn't say anything but of course people like Oberliner fell for some fake news that the mosque shooter was Moroccan. Because of course they would. They have a bunch of people who gloat whenever it turns out a shooting wasn't done by some kind of deplorable or other white nationalist because I have no idea but I swear to Radiant and Shining Lindzei and Great and Mighty Pulse that they're a fifth column.

And speaking of Oberlin, turns out Hydelloon from Gamingforce is getting married. Also, Gamingforce is back up, which I found out because I had something bookmarked and accidentally clicked on that instead, which meant that someone sat down and thought "hey, you know what our lives are missing right now? A website that hasn't been relevant since 2009 with the same dated and never funny in-jokes!"

The reason Ashley didn't attend the women's march is because she didn't know about until it was too late, but she wanted to go.

Part of this thought was spurred by the fact that Ashley and I keep writing the year as 2016, while part of it was spurred by Holly saying that she'd like to go back to the start of the Obama administration. Starting over from Obama's inauguration isn't that great because I've screwed myself in some ways but in other ways, have an uncertain future ahead of me.
Glenn McDonald once said "timelines are far easier to wreck than to improve" and I'm thinking about how many things I've experienced and people I've met were all due to random chance.
I think if I had to start over again from some point in my life, it would either be the first day of high school or the first day of college. The first point would be a blank slate and the second point would mean that any screw-ups I made in the months prior would be easily salvageable. Simply telling Lauren that she's chasing shadows and that it's putting an unnecessary strain on our friendship.

I told Ashley about the lack of seabirds and other winter animals and she pointed out that it only snowed twice so far. It's like all the seasons are off, even by Massachusetts standards, and I said that I think that spacetime fractured, and that explains things like why people don't remember me.
Ashley has been sleeping too much and not too little and wondered if her pets spending all their time sleeping reflects upon her family, while I slept too little for much of January but actually overslept today and that's because lately, I've been waking up at 4 AM no matter when I go to bed, and then when I get back to sleep, I wake up at 7 and today my body decided that was too early so I woke up at 8:45 instead.

I asked Jack about seabirds today (and Miranda, who helpfully said that we have a swan) and he said that we had a merganser and I already knew about her. Otherwise, no seabirds.

Yes, I've tried lying on my bed and having my eyes closed and relaxing.
burning question: That's genius! Melissa, let me write this down. So you're saying is what I have to do to fall asleep is go to sleep? Right? Is that what you're saying, Melissa? Good, 'cause it's brilliant! You should write a book, you should give seminars, you'll make millions of dollars. Attention all insomniacs: All you have to do to fall asleep is lie in your bed!!!


teeth dreams

Posted on January 23, 2017 at 9:35 pm
Mood: merluccius
Now Playing: Ottorino Respighi - Ancient Airs and Dances
55 days until the vernal equinox

Tiffany was there and didn't see anyone she knew because it was so large. Priya and Primrose were not there.
Ashley wasn't there and it turns out the woman who got her picture taken with Elizabeth Warren merely looks like her. So I guess that means I marched for Ashley, along with probably Leah and Holly and any of my friends who weren't able to go.
Emma marched in DC.

There was some corn mixed in with the waterfowl diet. Tiffany thought "eh, what the hell, this thing can blend bone so why not?" and just threw it in the blender. Turns out that wasn't true and Priya got a waterfowl smoothie shower.

We have a great horned owl though he doesn't look good. He has head trauma, possible rodenticide poisoning, and possible spinal fracturing around the notarium and prosacrum and possible internal bleeding or some kind of free fluid. He's not standing up but he does clack at us.
Great horned owl talons are no joke. There's a story of someone being murdered in North Carolina and some people think it may have been an owl attack.
The barred owls, however, are doing well. The coracoid guy is getting live prey tested and we're going to see if he makes any noise when he flies, and if he does, we're going to look at what's causing that. Might be damaged feathers, might be the actual wing. One-Eye flew silently but he didn't eat a live mouse, so we might need to fast him. I think he'll be out of here soon. Tiffany says that animals she thinks aren't going to make it do while healthy-looking animals have a tendency to drop dead. One-Eye is not a name, it's a designation.

The geese aren't looking great either. One of them still has neurological symptoms of lead poisoning even though his lead level's down, so it's probably permanent damage.
One of them kept his poop on the towel, at least. The other one, I had to drain the poopy water out. When I showed Leah the owl picture after Jack posted it, she said she was jealous and Tiffany says she gets that too and she's like "until they have to clean their cages or euthanize an animal."

A squirrel is having seizures, probably from head trauma or poisoning.

One of the box turtles has a chunk of dead bone we need to remove but he can still close his plastron.

We have a white-throated sparrow who has possible air sac trauma from hitting a window or from someone's dog munching on him. We don't see them very often.
Unless they're totally destroyed, they tend to heal on their own.

The ring-billed gull was like "oh shit," so he flew instead of just running like they usually do, so we're just fattening him up and we're going to release him.

In fact, we actually started out with four back when we first got them back in November. One died but we released one.

In Nijinsky's Diaries it sounds like she's chanting லியா and who knows, maybe she is. I don't know; I don't speak Tamil.

Burning question: so, when will I be getting my check from George Soros and how much will it be for?


sea change, with monsters

Posted on January 22, 2017 at 8:36 pm
Mood: merlangius
Now Playing: Jaggery - The Lobster Quadrille
56 days until the vernal equinox
It's been so mild that I've been forgetting about this.

For me, Obama's presidency began and ended with saudade. It began with reunions and ended with loss.

Leah didn't get Holly's note and Holly hasn't seen Ashley either. However, I am confident that things will work out for the best. Ryan is talking to her cousin or something and Hannah is going to meet with Leah, and by that, I mean she was going to meet Leah anyway. I don't know why I'm saying she's going to, because this will already have happened by the time you read this. I may not get another update for a while. But that's fine. I expect progress to be measured in weeks, not hours. Hannah likes the merganser's afro.

I said that 3 Doors Down hasn't been relevant since I was in high school. Actually, I looked them up on Wikipedia and apparently they released a bunch of albums after that. They even released a platinum-certified single in 2007. I dunno, I kinda stopped listening to rock radio after high school. Also, I think that when Toby Keith sings about putting a boot in your ass courtesy of the red, white, and blue, I think he's actually singing about Russia. Definitely not Laos; that would be Slint.

I did see Laurie for a few minutes but then she had to go somewhere and I lost her and talked with a woman with a pink streak of hair who said she watched the video of Richard Spencer being sucker punched a hundred times. Another woman had hair that ran through all the pelagic colors. I was asking Laurie about Sully and then I realized that there's no reason she and Sully know each other.
I was hoping to see Sully or Andi or Dan or maybe Tiffany or Ashley or Gabriella but then again, I was only expecting a crowd of a few thousand amongst mud and long-dead hopes and discarded dreams, not at least hundred and fifty thousand, maybe even a hundred and seventy five thousand. Even the statues on the Brewer Fountain were on it. The Make Way For Ducklings statues were wearing pussy hats in solidarity. My cousin was there but there were so many people I couldn't find her. Keytar Bear was there. I wish that someone had made a sign about rather having Keytar Bear in school than DeVos.
I told people that you know what would be cool, kupo, if there were more people here than at the inauguration. Maybe these marches won't change anything. They aren't going to listen to our demands and they'll continue to defund Planned Parenthood and dissolve the EPA. Trump and Pence won't resign and even if they do, it's Republicans and godawful ones all the way down the line of succession. But at least we have each other.

I heard speeches by Elizabeth Warren, Ed Markey, and I think Maura Healey, along with some people I didn't recognize. There were people sitting in trees to watch them.

Here are some signs I liked, some I saw in person and some only in photographs:
The Force is Female ♀ (She kind of looks like Ashley. I think she's Ashley, kupo)
A woman's place is in the House and the Senate. (I'd have said "a woman's place is in the house" myself, with the word "house" written in white paint)
(or alternatively)
A woman's place is in the Rebellion (typically with Leia or the Rebel Alliance crest)
The Future is Female (a kid said it's the name of a song. Madame Gandhi, he says. Maybe she'll back up her threats with NUCLEAR WEAPONS)
ceci nes pas un président (it depicted Trump as a blobfish with a toupee)
we shall overcomb
you can't comb over misogyny
you can't comb over racism
you can't comb over fascism
hell hath no fury like 157 million women scorned
fuck these fucking fascist fucks (in a glittery rainbow of colors. The woman with the sign said she didn't wash the brushes while painting it)
goodnight moon, goodnight legally unrestricted womb
I speak for the trees
Trump as Tweedle-Dee (Tweedle-Deeplorable? Tweedle-Dumbass?)
This pussy kills fascists
if I wanted a TV president, I'd vote for Leslie Knopf.
Save hate for mosquitos and bad pizza (and other things which I've forgotten)
The Elephant in the Womb
A uterus flipping Trump off.
Never Again (with a coat hanger attached to it)
Her Body, Her Choice
Science is Real
I would be sleeping but you made made protest
Teacher not afraid of bears in the classroom (I can't believe she actually said that. Also, I think if bears were ever organized enough to attack classrooms en masse, guns wouldn't be enough to stop them)
Respect existence or expect resistance
I'm with her (with arrows radiating from it)
There will be hell toupee if he grabs my pussy
my gay agenda: wake up, breakfast, go to work, break up a heterosexual marraige, help kids with homework, dinner, watch Rachel Maddow, go to bed.
Super callous fascist racist extra-braggdocious
Rebellions are built on hope.
Fuck Trump! (obviously)
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer.
This is fucked up.
Keep Your Tiny Hands Off My Rights.
So Bad Even Introverts Are Here
If only men were as disgusted by rape as they are by periods.
Diversity is Beautiful Girls Just Want To Have Fun-damental Rights
Hate has a face and it is the same color as this sign.

There is one I really liked but I can't remember the exact wording, but the sentiments are that women aren't just your daughters or your wives or your sisters or your mothers. There were signs in Arabic and Spanish and Korean.

Somebody had a sign about how we are all artists and someone else said she appreciates the sentiments but it's not really what we're here for and I said "I guess you could call Trump a bullshit artist."

And the best sign ever:

my sign was this picture with the caption "Trump's First 100 Days"
I told someone that his toupee blew away in the wind and he's like "well, it's a nice hat, he looks like he's going to start tapdancing" and a woman sang the monorail song with me. But Main Street's still all cracked and broken! Sorry, Mom, the mob has spoken! Monorail! Monorail! Monorail!!!! Mono… d'oh.
I'm wondering if Trump even knows what it is a president does.

I met an Irish woman who said that when she first came to Boston, one of the things she really liked was how multicultural it was.

A woman with a floral crown held up a sign that said "they tried to bury us but they did not know that we are seeds" and some beautiful floral designs.

I've seen people say that Asians with blue hair don't exist. Let it be said that they are lying. Blue hair is common, so is purple, one woman had half electric lime green half black hair.

As far as I could tell, there wasn't any sort of counterprotest.

There was a rally in Belgrade. It was tiny but good for them.

The cabinet is over 80% white and 80% men and it's the first cabinet without a Hispanic since Reagan.

I wrote this in three phases. One throughout last week, one on Friday afternoon, one after the protests.

Burning Question: If you wanted a TV president, who would you choose? Me, I'd find a way to bring Mr. Rogers back to life.


all farewells are sudden

Posted on January 17, 2017 at 4:45 pm
Mood: Strix
Now Playing: Maurice Duruflé - Cum Jubilo
61 days until the vernal equinox

As if it could end any other way. I don't work with Leah anymore and she's really sweet and she's lovely and she has a nice unique sense of style (colorful and girly and somewhat mismatched and yet somewhat elegant) and her voice is lovely (melodic) and I wish we could stay together. I really should be used to this by now, but it really never gets any easier. It's not her fault. I don't think she knew the last time I saw her. I don't think she's on social media. Maybe I know someone who can contact her for me. Holly said that she comes off as shy and introverted but she's opened up to me so maybe that means something and maybe that means she's opened up to other people. I'd say Holly nailed it but it's actually a bit more complicated than that. All I can do is hope everything works out for the best.
Ashley merely couldn't make it. Ashley was receptive to the idea when I had it even if my planning left a lot to be desired, so maybe that means something. Much like Leah, Ashley came off as introverted and maybe even a bit insecure at first but we've really opened up to each other. I'm afraid that Ashley is going to leave me too and we'll just repeat this again in a few weeks. The next free day at the MFA isn't far away and that leaves precious little time for planning.

I haven't been sleeping well lately. First I was sick, then I'm half-brokenhearted and half-nervous that maybe there's a small chance all our efforts won't come to naught and Leah will get my note and everything will be ok in the end.

It hurts the most when it's 4 AM and you can't sleep because you started thinking about Leah and you don't have anyone to talk to and you're just chasing after shadows on social media and listening to Stretch Princess and Radiohead and Loquat and other sad songs about friends leaving, love, memory, time, and cats, even if they don't really understand how pissed off and frightened you feel and say things like "plenty of fish in the sea" or "you're better off without her" or "do you want some of these potato chips?" I tried to stay up until midnight to fix my sleep cycle but only made it to 11.

Before I went to the museum, I dreamt of infiltrating the death star and being on a planet with crystal shards that were used to make lightsabers and I found a huge one.

Anna is Honduran. I thought she was from Panama because she knows what the capital is, but then again, the capital is just Panama, while on the other hand, she thought Budapest was in Russia and has no idea why she'd think that. I knew the capital of Honduras was either Tegucigalpa or Belmopan. Thanks, Sporcle. She gets seasick on the bus. Her t-shirt has a pug sniffing another dog's butt and it says Do I Know You? so I had to show her a picture of my pug. She has dark green streaks in her hair. I'm not up to date on Honduran politics. I think there was a coup there.

Elena is from Maryland, but she's closer to Washington D.C. which has a functional if too suburb-focused and really obsessed with cleanliness public transit along with an enormous train wreck, and not Baltimore, which is functional in the most pathetic sense of the word. Her hair has a violet-reddish tinge to it.

Iva is from a small town outside Zagreb and it takes 3 and a half hours to get there by train. She says that most people know about the coast: Split and Dubrovnik and Zadar and Rijeka, and also most people know about Croatia because Game of Thrones was filmed there. I know things about Croatia, though. In fact, I know enough about Croatia to actually be overqualified for the ambassador position. A long time ago, Croatia had a ghastly regime from which even the Nazis recoiled even though they were the ones who put the regime there in the first place, but now they seem to be one of the better countries in eastern Europe. She looks like Shannon, who is German and Irish. She says that Budapest looks amazing but the rest of the country not so much.

"Vašu putovnicu, molim!" I think that's "your passport please" and then "Imate li što za prijaviti?" and Will's response is "I have nothing to declare. Other than my not being Croatian, I mean." Which I use a lot.
There's stuff from Croatian mythology but the Croatian comes from one of those Babylonian winged-bull-thingies, which is what we were calling them.
It's lamassu. I was trying to think of the monster in Final Fantasy X. Actually, a Lamashtu is something entirely different. If you want to know, and I bet you do, it's a demon that causes stillborns and miscarriages. At the MFA, there are Pazuzu amulets to ward off Lamashtu. After all, Babylon wasn't part of a post cold war world where every inept and brutal government is obligated to support each other no matter how ideologically opposed they are. There's also a Kusarikku. Or kusariqqu according to Final Fantasy X. I'm pretty sure a mushussu has nothing to do with bull-men.

It occurred to Tyler (new Tyler, kupo) that he's only been to Braintree and the stations in Cambridge, Park and probably Downtown Crossing and probably South Station. Tyler was the only one in their group from Massachusetts.

Tyler told me that the MFA is amazing so at least I'll be able to make the most of an undesired outcome.

Susan is not part of any groups.

Gabi, short for Gabrielle, and Lexi, were also going to the art museum. Gabi says that Lexi is smart because I said owls aren't smart, and that she's like an owl because she has big eyes and I asked her if she's nocturnal and she says yes and that she eats mice. I told her that maybe Trump is telepathic or merely read my post and is really concerned that I might die from rat poisoning because that's the only explanation for how he can be that staggeringly incompetent. She says I should get my own favorite owl, which I never really thought about. She called it a blind date and I'm like "nope, more like a last-ditch desperate attempt to talk to her again." I know things about her. Important things like her favorite Shakespeare play and her favorite type of owl.
She said that you need an escape plan if it's not what it seems. I think my escape plan is yelling "smoke bomb!" and then running away.

I ran into them twice, once when the hour has not yet come and once around 2:15 when I just gave up on finding her. It's ok. I told Leah about it last time I saw her and she said she was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to make it.

Here's a collaborative work.

Here's a work by Boston school groups.

The Boston City Singers put on a performance with singing, dancing, and drumming but I can't say much because the acoustics didn't do them any favors and I was thinking about Leah anyway. One of the songs was in Spanish or Portuguese.

I asked a woman if she said John La Farge was her advisor and if so, just how old she is, if she's a time traveler and if she is, that's really cool. Nay, her advisor was just obsessed with La Farge. Tiffany stole all of la Farge's glass making w, she says.
I told her I want to learn glassmaking and she said it's actually really hard. She's a painter. I think Gabi is too. Or maybe it was the other way around.

I met a woman who looked like a taller version of Emma with a different kind of nose piercing and oh yeah, Emma has long hair now, and she had different glasses and she wore a silver scorpion pendant so maybe she was born under the sign of the Impure or maybe she just likes scorpions, I don't know. I told her she has nice hair, as it was purple and her friend said she liked my hair too. My hair isn't dyed but thanks anyway. I appreciate it. I've been having a rough week.

Another woman had hair of many colors, mostly yellow and pale green and pale blue with some pink and red in it. Another woman had purple hair. Another woman had purple hair.

There's a notebook where people can ask questions about the art or just post whatever they want to. Since people were writing whatever they wanted to, I wrote "I'm sorry, Leah. I will never forget you." Someone wrote 여보세요, 고맙습니다, 사랑해, which means "hello, thank you, and I love you" in Korean. Someone asks what happens when you die and the response was "you die" and someone wrote "does god exist?" and the answer is "no. he just has good PR." and someone asked why all the Roman statues had tiny weewees and the response is that Greco-Roman society considered big penises to be barbaric and that to have a big penis was to have low intelligence, and the Romans instead correlated testicle size with sexual prowess. Someone wrote Rick Wuz Here and someone else drew a worried Morty. I wrote "I'm Mr. Meeseeks, look at me." I need Mr. Meeseeks to get in touch with Leah, although he'd probably get frustrated and have another Mr. Meeseeks help him. Someone drew an awesome portrait.

Danielle had some cool jewelry, including a jeweled headband and earrings with white feathers at the ends and dangly silver bits and a barely-visible ornate interlocking-parts necklace.

She says we lost badly. I don't know why I'm saying we. I wasn't out there running around like it was the first time I'd ever used my legs. They need Coach McGuirk to help them. Maybe that guy who is a sports fanatic with no girlfriend could help them out.
Her name wasn't Brigitte but she didn't see the name and also she's wearing a hat. I spelled her name Corie but that might not be how she spells it.

burning question: How do we find hope when things seem so bleak?


cupid, draw back your bow

Posted on January 09, 2017 at 4:54 pm
Mood: Mordacia
Now Playing: Maurice Duruflé - Tota Pulchra Est
69 days until the vernal equinox
I think I got the norovirus from Tiffany. She's feeling better and I'm optimistic because having the norovirus sucks but at least it's mercifully short unlike some things and by that I mean the common cold, and I ate a donut and some cinnamon-coated almonds and managed to keep them down. I'm desperately hoping nothing goes wrong next week.

The towel Tiffany gave to the goose depicted robots and looked cool, so the goose will poop on it of course.

We have a partitioned cage along with a Batman bedsheet for the barred owl to keep handling to a minimum. I helped move him from one half to the other and he landed on the perch and then lunged at the bars and Jason's like "that's how you got a coracoid fracture, ding-dong." Tiffany pointed out that owls aren't very smart despite being seen as a symbol of wisdom, and I said that in India, they're seen as stupid because they're always staring into space, and Tiffany says that in Cherokee mythology, to see an owl by daylight is an ill omen, which explains her luck. Once she was almost sprayed by a lion. Amongst the Aztecs and Maya, they're harbingers of death and messengers of the underworld.

We took the other owl out to one of the outdoor enclosures to see how well he flies and we're going to do a live prey test once he's nice and fasted and the mouse can no longer bury itself in the snow because it's either melted away or a sheet of ice instead. I went out there in 15 degree weather with just a hoodie and jeans while Eli went out with just short-sleeved scrubs. We then took the red tailed hawk out to the flight cage and we're probably going to release him soon because he flew perfectly well and Jason trudged through the snow and Priya shut the door and all the snow on the lintel fell on her and the rest of us laughed.

Christina, on the other hand, doesn't wear coats, even when it's 0 degrees out. I'm the opposite, in that I'll typically wear a jacket if it's 50 and cloudy, although I've gone out to walk the dog with just shorts and a hoodie over a t-shirt when it's below 40 on an early October morning.

We have two flying squirrels. One needs to be reunited with his group, and the other has head tilt from some kind of trauma or ear infection.

We had a merganser, and despite what the facebook page says, this is definitely a female. Mergansers are very sexually dimorphic. I'm pretty sure she's a red-breasted merganser. We released her because she was perfectly healthy and we didn't have any food for her and the longer she stays, the more likely she'd die.
Tiffany said that once they called a modo a rodo on the Facebook page.

Someone found a black and white bird, possibly a very fancy murre, in the parking lot at the Dollar Tree or something. I'll find out at some point, most likely the next time I'm at the wildlife center. By then, Eli and Christina will be long-gone, but who knows, they might come back.

I totally missed a conversation about Star Wars but the gist of what Michael said is that the Jedi cared more about tax disputes than slavery so they really aren't good defenders of the peace. But speaking of Star Wars, someone dubbed over Revenge of the Sith with the subtitles from Star War The Third Gathers: The Backstroke of the West. Most of the actors nail it but Speaker D (Palpatine) sounds more like Buffalo Bill and Particularly Reach (Yoda) sounds like a stoned teenage girl, which I think adds to the charm.

The question I've been meaning to ask will sadly always be relevant.
I don't know the context of this conversation. I just know that it's an awesome
burning question: who needs strippers when you have owls and hawks and stuff?


in a snowy season

Posted on January 06, 2017 at 7:32 pm
Mood: eptatretus
Now Playing: //orangenoise - Children
72 days until the Vernal Equinox

The barred owls are still kicking. Literally. Tiffany compares them to furbies. It's been a few weeks and in my absence I've forgotten how to type on an iPod. I was planning to tell Leah that because they are her favorite kind of owl and I don't know what kind of friend I'd be if I left her in the dark on the owls but I got a better update myself: one of the owls is outside and we're going to live prey test him some night because testing him now is like waking one of us up at 4 AM. The other one will be placed outside if we test him and he gets vertical lift, which he might not get because his coracoid is fucked up. On the other hand, the screech owl didn't make it.

In more good news, we released a swan, who flew across the pond and swam side-by-side with another swan. We released a red-tailed hawk, which actually was mentioned on the facebook page. We have no seabirds aside from the gulls but we do have a lot of turtles. I got to help tape some tegoderm to a snapping turtle. On his plastron he has plastic corks to prevent him from getting ulcers from being drydocked. Jen was holding the head in a towel but it's still harrowing when the turtle moves. We think what happened is that the driver, instead of trying to swerve around the turtle, tries to go over the turtle, but the overhanging bits still nick them. I think we released a robin but we then got another one and we got a second fish crow with the same exact problem as the first one. Well, maybe not the same exact problem with the same exact bones fractured by the same exact type of bullet. They're doing fine; it will just take a while because the bone is obliterated and not just broken.

The whiteboard outside of med ward is ridiculously out of date.

I love how autocorrect is recognizing RTH because I use it so much.

Elephants, beavers, and humans modify their own ecosystem to live in. They're trying to reintroduce beavers, which were extirpated in the Middle Ages, to the UK.
The largest native terrestrial predator in Great Britain is a red fox. There were lynxes and wolves and cave lions once, but not anymore. The last wolf there was shot in 1707.

NyQuil just knocks you out so you don't know what's going on says Tiffany. Fun fact: Primrose says codeine has no effect on her.

Laura said that when Katie was young, she tried to hug a raccoon because she thought it was a kitty. She thought that Spyro was fake because he's so still. Earlier, Primrose caught Puff trying to escape.

Stella has a tattoo of Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas.

There was a shooting in Florida and Stella says that that every week, there's an accidental shooting involving a toddler.
Tiffany pointed out that one year where it averaged out to more than one mass shooting per day.

Stella says when she cries over things, at least her eyes don't dry out in the winter.
You'd think too much empathy would be a good thing but I guess it has disadvantages, like apparently you kind of just make things up, or maybe I blame myself for others' emotional state even when I have nothing to do with it, or I get passionate about things like Bashar al Assad is still alive and he really shouldn't be and I hope Donald Trump gets really coked out and crashes Air Force One into the Tishreen Palace while Putin is visiting and they all die. It's certainly better than having not enough empathy, though. Those kinds of people make good businessmen, dictators, and pimps.

Someone thought Primrose was African. Also, she has a bird that prefers darker-skinned men. Ok... I mixed up Asia and Africa when I was really young, and what that means is that Asia, not Africa, is the largest continent. But that's not the point. My point is even I can tell Primrose is Asian, and let it be said that I have no clue what Leah, Colleen, and Stella are. I figured out Emma was Jewish, but that's because a) her name is Emma, b) she was eating those chocolate coins, and c) she's visiting Israel. It hasn't been that confusing because it's been one Emma at a time, or at least their stories are so self-contained that I can treat it as one Emma at a time.

Another thing my absence made me realize is that it's really warm at the wildlife center and I'm not really used to it. It doesn't help when all I've had to eat that day is a bottle of vanilla coke, a tootsie roll that was lying around, and a tater tot because Primrose was eating dinosaur chicken nuggets and tater tots. Tiffany noticed it too and said it was a lot colder last year.

You have two, you selfish bitch, says Emma. She was looking for a rock for the new rodo to perch on. When he arrived, he got popcorn and croutons in his box. Fancy.

The other rodo was attacked by a cooper's hawk, which ripped him open, penetrating the coelomic cavity and you can see parts of him that you shouldn't be able to see, including his synsacrum bone, which, by the way, means that his sacrum has vertebrae fused to it, and he has dyspnea so he may have punctured a lung. In other words, he's fucked, and he actually died under anesthesia. So I guess we've just deprived some poor Cooper's hawk of his breakfast. Cooper's hawks are one of two New England birds that hunt other birds. The other is the peregrine falcon and when they go after rodos, it usually kills them outright.
And this is why you should follow my livejournal instead of the Facebook page, because you can get all the gory gritty details and you get the War Against Silence style asides. I may get things wrong but at least I won't sanitize things or leave any loose ends.
Also, speaking of facebook and asides, this is why I no longer talk to Emma. It's not her fault. It's just that she uses the mobile version of Facebook and the messaging (I really am sleep deprived. The word is messenger, right, so, maybe I'll try to break down that word, messenging, messenge? No, that's not right at all) system on that is fucked up because that's web design 101: never ever ever give the mobile version all the features the desktop version has. But hey, at least links to crackpot Breitbart and Info Wars articles will make it through unfettered. Maybe you should try sending crackpot Breitbart and Info Wars articles through once the fake news fervor dies down. Maybe then they'll allow you to send messages to people you aren't friends with but want to be friends with and they'll also fix the messaging system. Most likely at the cost of alienating even more people from Facebook. But on the other hand, you're alienating people who want to send crackpot Breitbart and Info Wars articles.

Pixie frogs are South African. If you're wondering just why the fuck they're called pixie frogs when they're fucking huge, it's because of their taxonomic name Pyxicephalus, which means pyxis (that is to say, a cylindrical box used to hold cosmetics or jewelry, which in turn, gets its name from the boxwood tree, pyxos for those of you who miloún elliniká) head. They are not the largest amphibian, that would be the temnospondyl Prionosucuhus, nor the largest living amphibian, that would be the Chinese giant salamander, nor the largest frog, that would be the goliath frog.

Sig is short for Signe, a Norwegian name (I immediately thought of Sigillaria, which for the record, is a Carboniferous tree-like lycopsid-relative that grew up to 30 meters or 100 feet or half the height of a white pine or tulip tree but still impressive considering they're basically giant mosses, and look like giant forked bottle brushes, and then thought she meant Sigmar, which is a German male name and that she was Ashleyifiying it and maybe in a hundred years, all men will either be named John or have names that nobody wants anymore like Donald and Julian) and her snake is Oliver and her friend is Lucy. Lucy has a tattoo of a vampire bat, which you can see, and another tattoo of something I forgot that you can't see anyway because it's too cold for that. If Signe has any tattoos, none of them were visible. It is, after all, cold. I told them about the time I ran into a woman with a vampire squid tattoo and Lucy thinks deep sea creatures are amazing. Her favorite is the hagfish, although she thinks lampreys would make a better pet because they can live in salt water and in fresh water. Lampreys and hagfish are only superficially related. Lampreys have a proper vertebrate while hagfish have a spinal cord surrounded by cartilage but they have a partial skull made of bone. She says that people eat hagfish. This is true in Korea and possibly Japan. I guess that some fisherman had a really bad day where all he had were these slimy pink eel things, and then he mixed it with some red pepper sauce and garlic and thought, hey, these things are actually pretty good. I shouldn't make fun of them because I'm Italian and they eat fish semen in Italy.

I keep thinking that Google Translate has a new language but I'm not going to hold my breath for Occitan and Breton, not with French nationalism at a high.

I couldn't be fucked to make a resolution this year.

I was going to ask a question about our fucked up attitudes towards race, and why Democratic Underground is joining in with racist talking points (if the situation was reversed, this would be national news! and then attacking someone who pointed out that the situation was reversed and it got barely any attention, also we aren't hearing about how the victim was no angel and how The Chan isn't hacking into his social media like they did with Trayvon Martin), but...
burning question: STELLA! STELLA! Can't you hear me yella? You're putting me through hella. Stella? STELLA!


as if it would have a universal and memorable ending

Posted on December 31, 2016 at 11:59 pm
Mood: pristimantis
Now Playing: Radiohead - True Love Waits
78 days until the vernal equinox

That was an uneasy sleep. normally, I go from achy to stuffy/sore throat to runny and salivating but I was producing a lot of saliva during the night and then projectile vomited so maybe that's over. I thought it was something I ate disagreeing with me but Rachel says there's something going around. Rachel knows what a barred owl is which would technically make her the third person I've met who knows what they are, because her brother was once obsessed with birds and still loves animals so I'll keep that in mind if someone with that surname ends up at the wildlife center, although it's rather common in the Lusophone world (hint: look at the mood), she says that the groundhog better not see his shadow or was it the other way around, she can never remember, not that it matters anyway, because I'm pretty sure he didn't see his shadow the year of the Snowmageddon. I'm sure we'll get some actual statistics once we're closer to Groundhog Day. I told Rachel that before I took the caricature class, I couldn't draw faces at all and would often give the figures masks or just leave them faceless. I learned the proportions of the face and body and that it's ok to exaggerate them. I also learned about Radiohead in that class. Well, actually, I heard Radiohead on WAAF but the only thing they played is Creep, except in that one week where I thought an anomaly of some sorts happened but it was actually just the Rock for Change, in which they played all sorts of weird shit in multiple senses of the word for a donation. Some dumb idiot paid 10 dollars for them to play Hotel California. Someone paid to hear Sublime, which is even worse if you ask me. All I know is that if the Hill Man Morning Show was participating, I'd request the entire Disintegration Loops. It would be worth it, even if the money actually went to Donald Trump's 2020 presidential campaign. And I learned that art classes are where the coolest weirdos end up. And I learned that every school has a rat-boy, except for that one school Sully went to where there's a hamster-girl instead.
I apologized indirectly to Emma for giving her tiny Donald Trump hands.
I don't want to see Christmas-related advertising either. This means you, Kia.
It's an entirely different beast from the Christmas Episode of the Simpsons on my birthday incident. My baseless conspiracy theory is that they wanted people to buy the DVDs but now they're even worse with syndication and there aren't any DVDs past Season 17.
I'm reading Lifetime of Simpsons and I've realized that there are episodes I've forgotten about even in more recent seasons, like Last of the Red Hat Mamas (or Mommie Beerest), and then there are episodes that, five years earlier, I could probably quote from memory, like The Italian Bob and See Homer Run.

I had a plan. It's not the best plan, urk, in fact, it's not even a good plan, but it's what I have to work with, Morty. That's called being an adult. You don't make plans. You just hope for the best. Hopefully it doesn't blizzard and ruin my plans. I couldn't update Ashley on the owl because the only updates I'm getting are Facebook updates and spoiler alert, Jack does a half-assed job even when we're not talking seabirds. Oh, we have seagulls. We always have seagulls and I learned this fact the hard way: by making food for them and cleaning up after them.

I don't have any ginger but honey and lemon juice do a fine enough job of their own. I didn't have typical sick dreams, instead, I dreamt of summer and overgrown paths, of overturned train cars, of taking that train with Lauren, of a clearing in the woods with men in suits and women in white dresses and some kind of hermaphroditic six-legged yak-cattle hybrid.

I wanted to go to the ICA or to the wildlife center but then I got sick. So I'll just leave 2016 behind with a list of my favorite albums and favorite non-album songs. I thought about including favorite non-2016 discoveries but you'll hear about that in July. That's how I do things, kupo. Spoiler alert: Stretch Princess. Or maybe Durufle's Requiem.
I also lost power yet again so maybe you'll get a half-assed entry, which would mean my internet died again and I'm playing Legend of Zelda or something. But by now, all that means is that I forgot to put how many days until the vernal equinox.

In no order at all.
Quilt - Plaza
Lady Pills - Despite
Deftones - Gore
Radiohead - A Moon Shaped Pool
Guillermo Sexo - Eclipse
The By & By - Some Bright Morning
Caskets Filled With Flowers - Wire City
Arc Iris - Moon Saloon
Glass Mannequins - March of the Mannequins
Analog Heart - Sun Here I Come
Belle of the Fall - Earthbound
Rhode Iceland - One One One
Abbie Barrett - That Shame
Eyeless in Gaza - Sun Blues
Aüva - Aüva
And The Kids - Friends Share Lovers

Various live tracks, EP tracks, individual tracks, whatever.
Dump Him - Capability
Airiel - Cloudburst
Bong Wish - My Luv
Atlas Lab - Something Good.
Gonzalo Grau - Elements - A worthy sucessor to Clarice Assad's work and something we need more of in these tough times.
Huh, I expected more non-album tracks. Maybe it's because I can't be fucked to scour Bandcamp for EPs I don't have downloaded.

If 2017 has nothing else, at least we'll get, in order of likeliness, Airiel, Minidresses, Bulldog (near-definite), Bong Wish (probable), Atlas Lab (likely), Sophie Atlas (possible), July Skies (I'm just glad it's before August 5, 2026, because we all know what happens then), Lovesliescrushing (I'm not holding my breath for that, after all, they announced Fantomaera and Ximre and an untitled album and I'm starting to suspect that Scott Cortez is a Muslim and what he actually means is that he'll release Fantomaera and Ximre posthumously some 500 years from now). And there might be things I'm forgetting about.
I look back with a sort of fondness, I look forward with apprehension.

burning question: Like, assuming time crystals are water soluble like salt or sugar, what happens if you eat time crystals?


a dream shared by two

Posted on December 25, 2016 at 6:06 pm
Mood: Themiste
Now Playing: Béla Bartók - Music for Strings, Percussion, and Celesta
84 days until the vernal equinox
Official countdown because it's officially winter.
Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals.
I was going to ninja edit something about how two Republican electors voted for Ron Paul or something and how I thought that there'd be more faithless electors but not enough to turn things, but, pardon the pun, party loyalties trump principles. Then I lost power and then I lost the internet and that makes Homer something something and it turns out the world didn't stop being utter shit in my absence. Putin is giving us Hillary-voters lectures on democracy, which is like getting a lesson in not changing history from Mr. I'm-My-Own-Grandfather. They're celebrating Christmas in Aleppo so guess what, we're one year away from celebrating Christmas by Putin and his eight Syrian Arab Air Force pilots, led by Rudolf Hess, dropping cluster bombs down our chimneys. And that's the story of the first X-Mas.

Look at it this way: we probably have another 20 years before Putin croaks, barring some kind of retaliation. I wonder what would happen if Putin were Heydriched. Most dictators outside of North Korea don't really think about successors. If they did, Spain would still be fascist.
On the other hand, even if Trump dies in office, it's his cronies down the line of succession.
Sam wouldn't mind an assassination while I'd rather he get pneumonia. At least he wouldn't be a martyr if he died from pneumonia and his army of Deplorables and Jack Pine Radicals wouldn't have an excuse to go out and beat up (insert ethnic group they don't like).

I said to Sam that forcing people into a trade instead of getting a college education is just going to create a caste system.
I was expecting more impassioned political rants from Sam.

Alexa has a thing in which it tries to guess what fictional character or real person you're talking about. It has no idea who Apu is and has no idea how to tailor questions to your response, and it's so vague that I couldn't figure out who Matt was talking about. But it obviously wasn't Darth Vader because Matt has never seen Star Wars. It shut itself down after some fifteen minutes.

Emily knows what clarinets are because of Sponge Bob and he can't play the thing either and she knows that they're used in orchestras but they tend to be drowned out by everything else. She'd like to draw people on the train but finds herself asleep instead. She learned that pouring maraschino cherry juice into ginger ale does not necessarily make for a good drink.

Also I didn't actually eat dinner yesterday but that's my fault. I just thought it was all appetizers and Sam's vegan food.
Also Lauren was in Japan.


Ashley found The Fast Supper hilarious. Along with this image.

Oops. Let's pretend we didn't see that. She finds the dovekie and the tern adorable and loves the hairdo on the merganser.

Holly thinks Trump's Supreme Court nominee will be Mickey Mouse or Snooki from the Jersey Shore. She's sarcastically like "That isn't real! The polar bears aren't starving!" when I said the north pole was cold but not anymore. Speaking of Christmas music, I found out that Irving Berlin wrote a song about Hitler and speaking of The Shining, Al Bowlly performed it. It goes like this: "When that man is dead and gone We'll go dancing down the street Kissing everyone we meet"
Sadly, Al Bowlly was killed in the Blitz.

Also, I just learned that Irving Berlin's name is actually an anglicization of Baline.

burning question: who would win in a fight between the Predator and Kevin from Home Alone?


into the mouth of the lion

Posted on December 19, 2016 at 7:55 pm
Mood: Pyrroglaux
Now Playing: Ray Noble & His Orchestra - Midnight, The Stars, And You
It's too cold to be in the Christmas spirit so I've been listening to music from The Shining. I had Midnight, The Stars, and You stuck in my head, and a few nights ago, I didn't get to sleep.
I know it's Christmas, not St. Ajora's Day. And I know Santa lives at the North Pole, and the North Pole was cold but now it isn't, that's, uh, that's called climate change, Morty.
Someone said that horror is best enjoyed in a group and I disagree because horror is in part about isolation. People go mad from the isolation. People go out alone and get killed by the monster.

Molly likes flamethrowers, especially when they're used to clear snow. It wouldn't help with the cold if someone were to put Saint Basil's Cathedral and the Kremlin or for that matter Mar A Lago to the flamethrower but it would make me immensely happy. She has a calico cat named Gwendolyn, which is aww. She saw a purse that looks like an owl and we think the feathers actually look like a big toothy grin. She says that after 11 PM is when we release the monsters. She's not an artist, and by that, I mean she can barely draw a stick figure, but she does like to read. Except 50 Shades of Grey. She has a friend from South Africa who has never seen snow.

I don't know who drew the intricate flowers or wrote something about made with elf tears but Leah drew dragonflies. She also likes to paint or draw landscapes and spent a week doing self-portraits. She was out shopping and all the stores she went to had the same playlist of Christmas songs. To be fair, there aren't that many Christmas songs out there.

It's quiet at the wildlife center. I overslept this morning.
The poopy goose is doing a lot better than he was. He's still making a mess
We have a huge swan who makes a wheezing hiss and he squeals like a pig too. I've never heard a swan make that noise before. This guy had a fishing hook removed from his neck. Tiffany says swans are like dogs: when they get comfortable, they'll just follow you to enrichment and back.
The screech owl escaped Tiffany's grasp and flew over to the notes. Then he escaped her grasp again and went behind the rodo cages. Earlier, possibly when he hit the car, if that is indeed what he did, he broke the tip of his beak off so he looks a bit silly.
The barred owl got himself loose when he went back in his cage.
Must've felt good for him, being able to stretch his wings out.
For some reason, there were two robins in the cage. If there were interns around, it might work out, but since it was just me and Tiffany, it made things a bit awkward.
The gulls get something with frozen clams and I don't know what else is in it, but it looks absolutely evil.
There were a lot of dogs, though. Simba, who looks like a miniature version of Waffle, and a beagle, and someone brought her two month old American mastiff with her, and also Waffle and Libelle and Tellie.
Padre is the African Grey with a rhodochrosite-colored tail who would say things to us in an unintelligible NES-vocalization way.
Pancho is the other parrot because his owner just likes Mexican names. Mancho means something in Armenian, I guess. People are starting to know about Armenia because of Kim Il Kardashian and that's sad, especially because there are far better Armenians in pop culture, like Principal Skinner or Aram Khachaturian.

We got a baby spotted turtle who was malnourished and dehydrated near some trash cans and he's just going to chill with us for the rest of winter. Or so says Jack. Jack, according to Tiffany, tends to embellish things and make things more palatable for their audience of facebookers. When I'm wrong, however, it's because I'm only there once a week.

The electoral college picked Trump, with the only faithless electors or wannabe faithless electors defecting from Clinton. We all knew this was going to happen so there's no point on dwelling on it. But I think we might be fucked.

I saved the URL, not the location, so I can't tell you about it. I actually found it in an image search but I can't get to the specific clock's page amongst hundreds of other cat clocks.

It's not quite this, though:

If I were to buy a cat clock, it would be this. For reasons known only to Google and probably not even to them, I can't find a single screen shot of the clock. I don't know. Maybe Google is staffed entirely by duplicates of Mark Zuckerberg. Maybe the clock doesn't show up in newer episodes. Maybe someone invoked the DMCA. I did learn that in the Futurama episode when they end up in Roswell, they travel past a cat clock when they go backwards and they're calling it a reference to The Simpsons, so I'm sure I'm not imagining it.

Burning question: why would you want a phone charger disguised as a tassel? Maybe so nobody tries to steal it, aside from kleptomaniacs and dogs. And kleptomaniac dogs, she added. I had one of those. It's not as fun as it sounds.


the eleventh hour

Posted on December 13, 2016 at 5:09 pm
Mood: Grindelia
Now Playing: Celer - Cantus Libres I
There are only two gulls and two geese (and a few other animals that aren't as messy. Worry not, that includes the owls) but no interns. Lovely. We're getting a few more next week. And Jacob showed up.
Tyler showed up but only to pick up Bebe the Duck. He's working on an emu farm or something. They're like dinosaurs, he says. Australia lost a war against emus.
Tyler asked about seabirds and I'm like "nope, but we have a few barred owls" and Tiffany said they can be seabirds if you toss them in the ocean and Tyler said they'll evolve into seabirds.
He still uses rodo in everyday parlance and people get confused.
His mother bought a lemon tree and it died after a month.
That? That's just the nolvasan bucket. We're wondering why there's a heating pad in it.
I typed that thought with gloves on so I wrote cuckry and sound like a damn alt-right.
Screech owls have Napoleon complexes and always look hung over. This guy has one good eye and one eye that needs to be removed.
The barred owl with one good eye had an American flag towel curtain and Jacob said he was patriotic. Also, he broke the freaking perch. Meanwhile, Irvin had the theme to Knight Rider stuck in his head.
Looks like one of the barred owls we can't say anything until he has his flight test, while the other owl is getting an eye removed, and after that, we can't say.
The red-tailed hawk has some old fibrin in his eye.

Tiffany was off helping animals in North Dakota at the protests and she even brought a coot blown off course by a blizzard to a rehabber in Minneapolis and had to bring a cat to have his necrotic leg amputated and if nobody was around, she'd be like "gimme an axe". I don't think this is over, not when Exxon McRussia is the nominee for Secretary of State. She says that 2017 is going to be a dystopia. She says it hurts to breathe when it's -22 F. I can hardly imagine below zero. It is, on some mornings right before dawn, says Gabriella.
She saw trumpeter swans and grouse. Grouse have beauty pageants where the males present themselves and the females watch and the winner gets to mate with all the females. If we evolved from birds, we'd hold Mr. America beauty contests.
Gabriella says that she thinks hind leg amputations for cats is easier on the cat. There are debates about the humanity of releasing a prey animal and on the needs of predators.

As I am posting this after spending the last 30 hours not at the wildlife center, I have no idea if this is past or future: eider duck needs some feathers on her ventrum plucked. It's like a brood patch only messier. Supposedly we're getting a raccoon and if he's fat and otherwise healthy, we're sending him back to Plymouth.

Fire ants are taking over Australia and it's going to cost over 300 million dollarydoos.


Kara has purplinkle tips on her hair. The train was noisy enough that I thought Taylor said her name was Tina.
There was a woman on the green line with rose-hued hair.
A woman at the MFA had hair of teal and purple and I told her it reminded me of a rodo's feathers. She told me she never thought of it that way.

All of the sculptures in this room are made using an assemblage of ordinary materials. There is a sound sculpture by Bertola, rods arranged in a square, with a maquette you can play, and some brooches and a necklace of eyes. The Klimt and Niger Delta oil spill inspired Black River is there. Andrea's Trust looks like one of those Chinese rock formations they have outside only illuminated from within, made from tinted glass rods fused together with a blowtorch. In Mandarin Chinese, prosperity is a homophone of clothing.

There's an exhibit of Japanese female beauty standards, starting with the late Meiji period and showing off a recent gift of woodblock frontispieces from the turn of the century, and ending in the fascist period. We kind of forget that fascism has been shit for women mostly because of all the other horrors of fascism, and maybe because we have a lot of our own misogyny to come to terms with.

I mistook an ambiguously Asian woman for Anne.

There are over 200 species of owl (one order and two families) and I'm really surprised by that.
For comparison, there are 252 species of turtles and tortoises. They're also in one order but they're one of four reptilian orders.


Händel's Messiah was written for Easter and J.S. Bach's Christmas Cantata was written in six parts meant for six days starting with the 25th of December and ending on Twelfth Night and possibly cobbled together from earlier works. Part 5 was meant for the sunday after New Year's Day, while the 6th part was meant for January 6 and the 4th part would be played on New Year's, and I have no idea what happens if New Year's is on a Sunday itself, and the answer is, it doesn't matter because they were written for a specific year.
In modern times, Messiah is performed on Christmas even though I'm pretty sure only the first part relates to the holiday, and the Christmas Cantata is performed either as a whole or in two sessions of three parts each. In modern times, Christmas goes from Thanksgiving to Christmas Day, although some people leave their lights up until the new year, if not Twelfth Night.
G.F Handel and J.S. Bach were born in the same year but did not die in the same years despite what the booklet says.

He used a big chorus for the Christmas Cantata V because for a lot of these kids, it was their first time singing a Bach cantata.

I don't speak German but I know German when I hear it.
German has two types of second-person pronouns, the formal "sie", used for people of higher rank, and the informal "du", used for people close to you, and the text uses "du" to imply that maybe that role is played by Mary. English had formal and informal second person pronouns but not anymore. I wonder if people who speak two languages fluently have trouble thinking of words that don't exist in one of their languages.

Isaiah is a book of the old testament that is quoted very frequently in Messiah. I don't actually know for sure but I think it was written under Babylonian occupation.

The booklet said something about Durufle's Requiem, which I called a perfect elegy for summer and which Gabriella also loves. I looked it up and it's being performed but not in the same bat location or by the same bat ensemble, in March. I want to go but I have no idea what the weather will be like.

Most of what I told Gabriella I have already told Ashley, and by proxy, you. One thing I told Ashley about that I didn't bring up with Gabriella is the rodentophagy, mostly because Trump is doing exactly what I thought he would do.
I didn't bring up the safety pins with Ashley or with you so I'll bring up what I said to Gabriella: I'm sad that we have to doubt ourselves because of hot-take think pieces. For what it's worth, Priya (I would guess ગુજરાતી but I'm not sure), Tiffany (ᎠᏂᏴᏫᏯ), and Aury (Boricua) are all supportive of the movement.
I'm wondering if safety pins are still a thing. If they aren't, it's because of those think pieces.

Germany recovered from Hitler but 80 million people died in the war and in the camps and artistic movements were extinguished and the world is still fucked up and everything that's fucked up about the world can be traced in some way to Hitler. We shouldn't have to recover from fascism, we should be preventing it instead.

The Summer Isles is set in a fascist Britain where Britain lost World War I but meanwhile, Kaiser Wilhelm is still around and has Hitler in jail. Wake Up And Dream is set in the US where there's a lot of anxiety about FDR drawing the USA into World War II and there's a new far-right party fronted by an open anti-semite with its own paramilitary and people are expressing dissatisfaction via protest vote. That sounds familiar, doesn't it?
I haven't told Ashley about Wake Up And Dream yet but I will. I did tell her about The Summer Isles.
PS: do your fucking job, Google. I shouldn't have trouble finding a site I was looking at earlier in the day using more specific search strings.

I'm glad it was Monday and not, say, Saturday. Yeah, it snowed, but it was mostly gone, and it was above freezing. The wind is the worst part.
It's supposed to get progressively colder this week. Shit, it's not even winter yet.

Gabriella once got on the Alewife train when she meant to get on the Braintree train. And by once, I mean recently. I said that at least it's not the Green Line. She says that the drunk guys who missed their stop were concentrating too hard on walking properly.
She's been to DC but has never been on the metro, where most of the underground stations look exactly the same. There are a few that look different, either because they're an intersection of lines or because they were built later with less budget.
I've never missed a train stop. Except for that one time I deliberately stayed on when the train stopped at the MFA just to see what's there.
Gabriella knows the answer: not much.

She's been to Taiwan from May to mid-July and it gets hot there. She's also been to Egypt, starting in Cairo and heading upriver to Aswan.
She says that the depths of the ocean are unexplored. Mostly because it's freaky down there. I saw this post on Tumblr once about how the scariest thing about the ocean isn't sharks or giant squids, it's the emptiness.
Although our garbage ends up there.

burning question: Who peed on this owl? Maybe it was a ferret. They have that same musky odor.


dreaming of atonement

Posted on December 06, 2016 at 7:39 pm
Mood: gremmeniella
Now Playing: George Crumb - Voices From Corona Borealis
Two friends of friends were victims of the Oakland fire. Kiyomi is friends with Tim and I don't think we've met, or if she's even from Massachusetts. Amanda and I have multiple friends in common and we went to college together but she's older than I am and graduated the year I started college so I'm not sure if we've actually met. Her full name sounds very familiar but it's an extremely common name. Erin, one of the first upperclasspeople I met at college, said that Amanda played a pivotal role in encouraging her to come out of her shell and meeting as many people as possible, or, in other words, even if I've never actually met her, our lives are still linked together.
Most of my first year of college was spent bouncing around friend groups until I found my niche and occasionally having emotional connections with people I never see again. Some things change, some things stay the same.

I dreamt of water but it was not an erotic dream. I woke up with a song by Stretch Princess stuck in my head.

A few days ago I dreamt of a last meeting with Colleen but alas it was not meant to be so in real life. It was quiet there, with Tiffany out protesting the pipeline.

I said won't Leah be excited to know that there are two barred owls. There were three but the third became one with life's circle again. One of the owls is blind in one eye, the eye is softer and filled with blood, and possibly in the other eye. He's totally chill about having his cage cleaned because of that. Interestingly, we don't enucleate the eye in owls because of the way their facial disc and its feathers focus sound waves into their ears, and that pulling out the entire eye structure causes asymmetry, instead, we just kind of remove the soft gunk like the humors and the lens and the iris and leave the sclera to fill up with granulated tissue. The other owl has a fractured coracoid that has already started to heal. We're still doing physio on his wing, and when we put him back in his cage, he likes to lie down like he's dead. His coloration makes Priya think he's in his first year. One of the owls is smaller but a lot heavier than the other. In other words, neither owl is looking great so maybe "excited" isn't the right word. I'm still going to keep her updated unless she doesn't want to know. Irvin suggested taking out the owl's eyes and putting the in the blind owl.
Eye transplants have never been done but maybe we should be the first to do one.

The goose projectile pooped.

Aury said that Melania staying in New York will cost the city millions.

Jack played clarinet in 4th grade

There was a possible murder-suicide with the only witness a parrot. And a snake ate a doorknob because Priya guesses she thought it was an egg. Some guy tried to keep three snapping turtles as pets or something. A guy with a gun showed up at a pizza parlor because of pizzagate and I told Zack that it won't be long until someone is killed.

burning question: Why does SFGate still have a comment section? I'm glad they took efforts to isolate it and hide it from public view.
burning question 2: Which comment section is worse, The Daily Mail's or the San Francisco Chronicle's?


as autumn passes away

Posted on December 04, 2016 at 6:19 pm
Mood: chloroclysta
Now Playing: Jean Sibelius - The Tempest
Christine has owl earrings. I'm pretty sure Ashley said she had a dog and Kayla has a bunch of cats. Sydney was with Kaitlin, not with Ashley.

Jessica was reading The Golem and the Jinn, which I later thought about buying, it's about a golem and a jinn, obviously, in the 19th century, and they're friends. Jessica is also an artist who does sketches and ink drawings, but not watercolors.
I thought a guy was reading the same book I was but alas it was not so.
I didn't have enough money to buy three trade paperbacks and the book's been around since 2013 and it's not out of print yet, and there's a sequel coming in 2018 and it dawned on me that 2018 isn't actually far away, and it was nominated for some awards including the Nebula and the World Fantasy Award but I guess that doesn't actually mean anything as far as "staying on the store shelves" is concerned, especially if it's nominated for a Hugo, Sad Puppies Bite Back was nominated for a Hugo and I wager Set To Kill also by Declan Finn will be nominated for a Hugo and Set To Kill might be the worst thing I've ever attempted to read. On the other hand, I figure I only have 16 months to buy Radiance and Gold Fame Citrus. I did look for Goldstein (specifically A Mask For The General) and Watson (specifically Lucky's Harvest and The Fallen Moon) but not Lupoff (specifically Through The Aether) or Engh (specifically Wheel of the Winds) or Swann (specifically Moondust) or whomever wrote Michael and the Magic Man (specifically Michael and the Magic Man) and any other things too obscure to be found outside of really dodgy pirate books sites.
When I posted this, I wrote that The Golem and the Jinni was published in 2003. I'm not going to just ninja that mistake away because I have a thought about it: yeah right. Unless it's a major major major major bestseller or critical darling, I can't imagine it on the shelves for 15 years.

I was so excited upon finding Views From The Oldest House that I couldn't control myself and the book flew out of my hands.
It's good to get excited over books, she says.

I did a really quick drawing because I misjudged the distance between C Line stops.

I had some Vietnamese food for dinner, with shrimp, onions, pineapple, cilantro, and shallots in a garlic sauce.

Miranda, Ariel, Francisco, Caliban, Stephano, Trinculo, Sycorax, Prospero, Setebos, and Ferdinand are all moons of Uranus. However, there are no Confluence characters named for Tempest characters.

The church basement where they put on The Tempest was built just two years after Shakespeare's death. No, that's a lie.

Like Othello, a lot of the male parts were played by women. Like Othello, the pronouns and other gendered terms were switched to reflect this. Unlike Othello, they did not switch to the female equivalents of Prospero. This was deliberate, according to an article I read, it's about duality.
Ariel, also played by a woman, sung some of her lines.

Like Cymbeline, The Tempest is sometimes called a romance. A long, long time ago, the words "romance" and "adventure story" were synonymous, until romance became synonymous with love stories.
The plot of The Tempest is as follows: there is a storm and it destroys a ship, and it turns out that the sorcerer Prospero called the tempest using the air-sprite Ariel's powers (the witch Sycorax trapped Ariel inside a tree and when Prospero released Ariel, Ariel was bound to her, while Caliban is the deformed son of Sycorax and some kind of dark power). Turns out Prospero was once the duchess of Milan until her brother Antonio and stole the title with the consent of Queen Alonso. Prince Ferdinand falls in love with Prospero's daughter Miranda and Miranda is equally smitten and so Prospero has him collect wood. Meanwhile, Caliban discovers booze with the butler Stephano and the jester Trinculo and get the brilliant idea to take over the island in their heads and speak in terrible French accents. Meanwhile, Prospero torments the Queen with illusions and entertains Ferdinand and Miranda with a magickal pageant, and Ariel deals with Trinculo and Stephano's drunken antics. Miranda realizes that humans are actually pretty great as a whole. Prospero forgives her enemies, sets Ariel free, and loses her powers.
It's oft interpreted as Shakespeare putting down his pen and bidding farewell to the theater. Sibelius wrote incidental music to the Tempest, also among his last works.

I'm not the biggest history of fashion buff but I'd guess they were dressed in late 18th century fashions. Prospero had lace cuffs on her coat and knee-high boots. Miranda wore tattered undergarments and later a white dress. Ariel wore a silver bodysuit with tatters of cloth over it and silver face paint and Princess Leia hair buns and in one scene, a mask, and in another, a garland of lights and leaves. Trinculo wore a hat with an ostrich plume. Stephano wore a black suit and top hat. Caliban is dressed in rags. Ferdinand has dreadlocks tied back.

I would guess that the guy who played Ferdinand is baSotho, and I would guess the alt-right would probably have a freakout right now, if they weren't busy attacking Kellogs and mall Santas.

Soon after the colonization of the Americas, people were writing parodies of Shakespeare like Julius Sneezer.

Crystal says if she didn't have the sea-teal hair, I wouldn't have noticed her. And that's not entirely true. She speaks Spanish as well as English and likes to take pictures of moving cars and other ephemeral things.
I was surprised how not completely filled up the red line train was on the way home.

Burning Question: who is more foolish, the fool or the fool who follows him? The fool said that if it's not free speech to burn witches, it's not free speech to burn flags. The fool who follows him accused a woman of being an abettor of pedophilia because she tweeted "what I would give for Barron to fall in love with an immigrant, Muslim boy at his little prep school."


bonds of friendship

Posted on November 29, 2016 at 5:29 pm
Mood: Zanthoxylum
Now Playing: R.E.M - Exhuming McCarthy
I'm not the kind of person who laughs at their own jokes and remarks about geese pooping everywhere but the towel but I laughed because Ashley has the most infectious laugh. Her voice is willowy and breathy.
Her pendant is but a cheap trinket but but I like its pleochroism.

Ashley likes jazz and folk and indie poptimism and other eclectic things and wanted to go to jazz fest and is intrigued by the idea of a Celtic jazz band. She gets her music taste from listening to NPR. She played clarinet for four years when she was younger and, much like Zofia, sounded like a dying duck when doing so.
She's going to see a Celtic Christmas concert, which is cool. She says she's like two thirds Irish which isn't mathematically possible, although you could maybe approximate two thirds with 21/32 or 43/64, as if I couldn't tell by her paleness. You can't tell because there's no picture of her here so you'll just have to take my word for it. And the fact that they think Ashley is a girl's name, like they've never played Vagrant Story or Wild Arms 2 or Final Fantasy IX or seen Evil Dead, geez.
Last year I spent most of December listening to Carmina Burana out of spite.
My finger was bleeding.

I really thought Castro would die on April 1st and we wouldn't even realize he was dead for 30 years because everyone would think it's an April Fools joke. I said to her that the 20th century was fading away, and it's just too bad that the 21st century isn't any better, that the lessons of the 20th century are fading away too. If only I could remember that quote.

Her stepfather's brother's girlfriend, which I guess there's a word for in Chinese or Hungarian, has a cat named My Boobs, so they'd say to people "you want to see my boobs?" and they'd show them the cat. Something like that. Something risque. Maybe it was My Balls, which would mean he's dating Lucahjin.
She has a cat named Autumn because he's a big tabby the color of maple leaves in autumn or Autty for short because he's odd, which is funny because I'm pretty sure Jessica has a cat named Spring and because Caitlin has a cat named Leaf. She misheard that as "Beef" which she found hilarious and then I laughed. She likes the idea of a cat named Dog. Autumn has a meow that sounds a lot like a trumpet and he gets very offended if you don't respond to his mewling. Autumn has only two teeth left.
She has a shizu dog named Bandit because he's black and white and has black around his eyes and it hides his identity and makes him look like a professional waylayer. He's four years old and spends 23 hours of a day sleeping and the other hour eating and using the bathroom.
I'm also pretty sure I had this conversation with her but not in this much detail.
She once saw an opossum in her parking space and her stepdad had to move it with a hockey stick.
She loves my loon vocalization and wants to see the dovekie because she likes penguins and wants to see the golden pheasant. I checked and I have a photo probably from Wikipedia, but if there are any photos of the pheasant at the wildlife center a few years back, I ain't finding them.
She saw an ornament depicting a pug wearing a santa hat and a Christmas pug shirt and she wants a Shizu ornament.

Her stepdad was in Australia once. She says that kangaroos are considered a pest there.
I said to her that this whole fricking election had foreign manipulation up the wazoo so it's really no surprise someone from Australia is pushing Pizzagate on us and propagating made up hate crimes so they can eventually point out that they made up the stories in order to discredit actual victims.

She feels like she's living in a weird nightmare or absurdist dystopia or Burma.
"Ha ha, Donald Trump was president and then Lisa Simpson had to clean up, ho ho, on The Simpsons, that's really funny, ha ha ha, satanic pizza parlors, what a nut, that guy even believes in demonic possession. In a few years, we'll forget this ever happened. But in real life, it's just weird and scary." I said that maybe they'll realize that Trump's a loose cannon but then we'd have Pence in the white house and I have to hand it to him, that was really clever. Like how he's putting Nicki Haley in a meaningless UN Ambassador position to promote one of his supporters to governor of South Carolina.
He's not going to bring back any jobs. Coal mining isn't coming back. They just want to blame brown people for their problems.
Nobody cares what Trump said about women. It's all BENGHAZI and E-MAILS and PIZZAGATE. Airplanes that spray aerosolized flu vaccine. I wish airplanes sprayed out aerosolized flu vaccine.
I wasn't super optimistic, with Poland, Hungary, the Czech Republic, Slovakia, South Korea, and The Philippines reverting to authoritarianism. Yes, for a while, everything was joyous and exuberant and beautiful but I even commented on its fleeting nature when I said I partied like it's 1932. Which the alt-right stole for me, except they're partying like it's 1933, which completely changes the meaning. "Party like it's 1932" means "we're screwed, so let's just make the most of it."

The far right is ascendant and meanwhile the left is tearing at itself and she agrees with me that the democratic party should not abandon feminism or identity politics or social justice.

Yes, there was definitely a sea change towards a rural, white working class, agrarian Republican party and an urban, cosmpolitan democrat party.
I asked what she thinks would happen if we got rid of the electoral college and both parties concentrated on urban populations, if there would still be a two party system on a national level and if there was, if they'd represent new ideologies.
I don't know if you can predict something like that but it would be nice if the socially conservative somewhat white nationalist (or maybe it's the other way around) party was reduced to a mere regional party.

She was up at one AM after a brief nap and when she was out shopping, the place was packed at the wee hours of the morning. I can't quite visualize what she said because I've only been there a few times. She went to bed upon getting home. I said that I'd probably stay up until 2 but I only made it to 11:54. I didn't sleep on Friday morning, after all.
I don't get Black Friday. I also don't get online shopping, or self-driving cars for that matter. I think we need that human interaction in our lives.

I tried to explain someone's post on probably Hipinion about a video game where you run a country and eventually 80% of the population are employed in a countrywide public transit system.
The Mad Geniuses want the opposite: depopulate cities by moving businesses to the suburbs and dismantle mass transit because it only serves to move people in and out of cities and not to move them around the periphery. One of them said minimum wage is designed to prop up cities and hobble rural areas.
And that's why I deliberately excluded writers when I said I'm drawn to, with profuse apologies for the pun, artists, actors, musicians, eccentrics, dreamers, and revolutionaries.

I don't bring gel pens with me because Tina is my spirit animal. A is for asthma but S H L E Y aren't for anything about taking breath away.

Some of the things I told her I told you about already.
I told her about Dr. O with the reminder to search for the youtube channel Pernicious Paradise as well, because otherwise, you get Dr. Oz and I didn't ask for Dr. Oz. Nobody asks for Dr. Oz. Okay, maybe Bebe the Duck asks for Dr. Oz.
I'm glad I talked to her even though she may not know exactly what I'm going through and I hope she never does. I'm very happy for her emotional support. As long as there are people like Ashley in the world, everything is going to be ok.


The wildlife center kitchen reeked of death and prison wine. Aury had some fruit salad out and they were starting to ferment.

Speaking of prison wine, the blue jay was still at it, this time with grapes and liquefaction. He's one fat blue jay. We're miracle workers, says Aury. Actually, we aren't, we just forgot to consider the towel.
The crow is a fish crow (Corvus ossifragus).

Someone moved the goose I told Ashley about, and Tiffany said his cage was well coordinated, as I placed a blue and white towel bordered by a rose print bedsheet.
Of course he'll shit all over it.
He's afraid of the dark. Normally, when we wrap them up, they calm down but he just tried to bite the sheet. He probably has parasites. Tiffany compares him to Igor from Fly Away Home.

The other goose is emaciated and autocorrect thought I wanted to write Emaciayed, which isn't a word, at least, not in English. We did a plop x-ray, which isn't great for finding anything broken, but at least we didn't find any bright white spots.

We have a feisty red-tailed hawk who grabbed the gauntlet from Aury.

The seagull is probably going to go back to Hull and eat french fries very soon. The guy who brought him in will be very happy.

"Oh cool, my breakfast was late, thanks. This is not what I want."

Despite what I told Leah and Ashley, the owl does have some kind of eye trauma in one eye, and his coracoid is displaced, and we're confident that he'll heal but we don't know if he'll be releasable when he does. We're contemplating keeping him as an educational animal but barred owls aren't great in captivity. Look, I'm not there every day and Jack... I have no idea where Jack is.

And despite what I told them, Bebe the duck didn't find a home yet. Tyler showed up to check out Bebe. Bebe's physical exam said "it's a duck." As far as we can tell, Bebe's a female muscovy duck, but it is a juvenile.

Zack says that screech owls are our most common owls, followed by barred, followed by great horned, followed by barn. I think he forgot saw-whet owls exist.
He said we once had an eagle but it died on arrival. Somebody called us up to tell us he saw an eagle. It was all right, he just wanted to let us know he saw one.
Bald eagles are a great demonstration of just how well environmentalism works, and a perfect metaphor to what will happen under a president who wants to dismantle the EPA.
I did a perfectly passable imitation of an Ashley Grant imitation and a really bad imitation of Dennis Franz imitating Homer Simpson. I sounded like Kratman, or at least, the way I imagine Kratman sounds like.

Sydney has hair streaks of green and blue and violet and gold.

Rob could have gave us really bad news but he didn't because it was monday. I wonder what that bad news could be. The good news is that the bacteria Bdellovibro, which devours other bacteria much like an Alien, can be used to fight drug-resistant infections.

I found this on the front desk. Check them out.

It's my dog's birthday today. It's also the birthday of the guy with the pet rats.

burning question: will Steven Crowder be the featured comedian at the WHCD?


brief lives indeed

Posted on November 25, 2016 at 9:13 pm
Mood: passalora
Now Playing: Benjamin Britten - A Midsummer Night's Dream
So, I just found out my friend since elementary school was killed in an accident back in July. Part of me is wondering just how the fuck I didn't find out until now but when I think rationally about it, it happened in July so meanwhile I was spending my time in Boston unable to check Facebook but even if I could, I probably wouldn't be checking Facebook all the time, and also he moved to California a few years ago.
We do have mutual friends I met through him, and this is a point I was getting at when I wrote that stuff about Emma and I walking our separate paths, that people will always a part of your life even when they're not in it anymore.

Someone described this picture as a perfect eulogy in a single image.

Aaron said Ethan has the best stories out of anyone he knew.

"I mean, despair may be the thing that comes after hope, but there's still hope, right? When there's no hope you might as well be dead."
Leah's favorite Shakespeare play is A Midsummer Night's Dream and she once played Kate in Kiss Me, Kate. She agrees with my sentiments about Christmas music being way too repetitive. "Lovely" seems to be her favorite word, as she said my train drawings were lovely (these ones are from the second book and I told her how Désireé says in the first few sessions, she can see how I become more confident and develop a distinctive style and how even more recently, I've gotten even better at capturing the personalities of the people I draw) and she told me to have a lovely rest of my day, but alas I didn't but I hope she did.

This is all I wrote when I got home from Thanksgiving and I do feel weird about writing it.
Rachel's in Japan right now and Lauren missed her bus because a seven minute walk to Penn Station was rerouted and for once it wasn't Donald Trump's fault, it was merely because of the parade, so she didn't show up. I think she met some Hamilton actors or something. I think I was wrong about Emily and Sam showing up. My uncle suggested ordering a pizza instead, and by Scathiel's left toe, I hope this pizzagate thing turns out to be a trolling "hahaha lord what fools these alt-right be" that got way out of hand because the alternative is "pizza has to be some kind of code word" or "shit, guys, we don't have anything incriminating, so, I dunno, make some shit up." Also, he's Canadian.
They got a new chihuahua-corgi puppy named Oscar and amazingly Sophie gets along with him, although Oscar feels weird when eating because he probably thinks Sophie is going to come running out of nowhere. Sophie likes to chew on ice cubes and while Oscar won't take ice cubes from the bowl, he will eat the ones Sophie drops. Oscar is mostly black with a white patch on his throat and they have a bow tie for him to wear.

Because I have to.
Burning Question: That rug really tied the room together, did it not?

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