Dpm

Accidental title!
"Dpm" has multiple meanings.
Isn't plurality nice?
But this was little Miss Negative Mind's original intention:
DON'T WANT TO BE LIKE.......
SOME PEOPLE.
Very, very plural.

Michigan

Yesterday I was talking to a girl who, like me, has family members in Michigan. She said she thinks Michigan sucks. I do not agree, and moreover, I just found a fun post about Michigan.

Possibly for all cities

Humans may perceive themselves to be involved in a kind of hub of excitement and activity. But then, the humans can also choose to shovel a pathway out, and to seek something quieter.

Kinds of people you want to meet

Something to think about for the New Year.
Kinds of people
Kinds of music
Kinds of color
Kinds of food
Kind

A Holiday...

Thinking about the hotel being a "hellhole," while peeling a tangerine, getting pounced on by an energetic puppy, laughing so hard it turns to hysterical crying, running to the kitchen, where the puppy still jumps up and standing by the counter, crying and trying to finish the fruit.
And other stuff is too tiring to write about.
But the cheap version of Irish cream in that glass tonight tastes nice!!!

Can I go out on a limb...

Sometimes i just love music.

Amusing!

And a source of sea shanties, too.
http://artofmanliness.com/
I also want to try an Italian beef giardiniera hot pepper sandwich...

Finer media moments

Watched the "Meet the Natives" finale last night, and then today I found "Hole in the Donut Travels." Hah!

Still like

some books I bought in my twenties, like Blue Jean Buddha and Body Outlaws. (I read the second edition, which has the best cover, in my opinion.)

Mmmm

Greens, water, tangerine, and herbal tea are some examples of what I need to consume after too much holiday baked goods and sugar! Yes, now I can breathe more easily, and electric light is not stressing me out anymore.

Winter music

Icicle
Icicle
(Icicle)
Icicle.
Doughnut Song!

This and that

This Brittany Murphy article and that video and these Gia quotes and this show and this interview. Kind of makes me feel like we live in a society that values women on an extremely mediocre and superficial level. In a box of conformity, the sexuality/physicality trend of the moment. A sick, sick, sick society. Honest to god, it makes no sense. I'm also vaguely remembering a dream last night, that had something to do with libraries, museums, and wanting to walk streets safely at night, and another girl or woman telling me that this wasn't fair.

Rather exciting

This is what was exciting to me: my sophomore year roommate, an exchange student from Japan, "friended" me and I got in touch with her freshman year roommate and mine! (3 from college, total.) Two of the girls are studying divinity! I know we all have different beliefs and takes on religion, but for some reason I think that's cool. Now I'm going to check out my freshman roommate's blog. Yay!!! (The happy sort of exciting.)
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COPS: This is not as relevant to the title of the post, but my friend wrote about the unfortunate snowball fight and you can hear her voice quite well in the clip on this page. She sounds quite reasonable compared to the guy who keeps yelling "F--- you pig." (The whole thing sounds crazy. Snowball fights are better off at parks then near busy streets with stressed out drivers.) But it was also discussed in the Post. So I guess that's that.
Also, the male-dominated jury sucks. So does the lawyer, who is someone's DAD. Alright that's enough internet for me.

Sea stuff

Seasongseasongseasongseasongseasongseasongseasongseasongseasong
A shame a woman I know is going to move away from the sea, but she has some good reasons. The sea is bellisima. An artist says that Christmas carols were once sea shanties. Sometimes I have driven around the suburbs and felt that I wanted to be in a wilder place (but where I could still drive) and then stop somewhere for fish and chips. I've thought of myself as perhaps once living in another body in the 20th century and speaking to a man, and playing that game with the wooden triangle with pegs in it that you might find at some of those places. But it would either be in a restaurant or on a boat. There there is the idea of living someplace around the Netherlands long ago and ships were very important. I got this feeling when I was a small child and looked at a large barrel. We were not near the sea, but on a field trip to go to an apple picking place. Maybe it was on a misty, watery morning. Now I think I like a song called Sea Song.

It's the most, blizzardful time...

Staying home all day, eating my roommate's mushroom turnovers. I went to neither of my jobs. I just found out that my father, who came down to visit me and then my sister, has been on the road since 10:30 am yesterday and is finally going to stop at a hotel. My roommate called out to me and we saw a friend on TV. Still ABC since last night. Something about a snowball fight, a political protest, and a cop pulling out a gun. I think if I were stranded for hours and hours in a storm, I'd have gone to a hotel sooner. I might get a jar or cup to put in my car. For, um, emergencies. Also the kitty litter and snow shovel. I have almost exhausted my supply of tangerines, oh no! I'm going to google weather conditions on I-77 and 33.

Tonight

I'm so pleased I made it home after a horrible experience driving home from work, especially on Arlington's non-plowed, non-salted roads. Even though I traveled a "red" road on their snow map, which supposedly means that it's a priority. That was a steep, busy road and cars were going everywhere. It was truly terrible. It took me three times longer to get home than usual. VDOT plowed roads were better but still tricky to traverse.
At least I had a religious experience. Meaning I talked to angels and sang the refrain of "How Great Thou Art." HAH. Then I came home and watched Tori Amos on nightline. I'm very grateful I got home. Now I'm going to bed.

Referrals

By NPR a few days ago: Raising the Global Floor.
By me now: Perelandra in Winter.

Also reading

Flower Cookery.
Several weekends ago it cost two dollars at a garden/park visitor's center.

Literary Sunday

I've been meaning to watch all of Never Cry Wolf again, but haven't gotten to it yet. I wonder if I would like to read Steppenwolf? Right now I am almost finished with Zami.

Considerations

Easily save money on a slow day off: chew gum and drink tea all day.
Then, have a "sensible dinner." (I hate going to bed hungry!)
And, for all of us with health insurance challenges: Edgar Cayce stuff.
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Minaret bans: too ridiculous. Even a Baptist newspaper thinks so.
I like posts with "witch" pictures and "weenie roast" in the title. Among others. And it was also good to read some positive news. The sad little stereotype which I found to be true in grad school was that women will read books highlighting either men or women, but many men will not find books about women (I think of Song of the Water Saints) to be sufficiently engaging. This was true among almost all male students, some female students, and also male TAs who told me "it was emotionally draining to read" and the "students didn't like it" and they "didn't think the professor liked it." (And, they didn't like it.) Sad.
I do still like some "men's adventure" stories. Like Never Cry Wolf.
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On second thought, I may cut short today's "tea and chewing gum" fast.

perhaps

I think it might be amusing to mix "Old Man" with "Wuthering Heights."
I think it might be amusing to mix "Old Muppet, look at your life, you're a lot like..." with a really screechy, like almost a young (but slightly more melodious) Edith Bunker, singing "it's meeee I'm Catheeee..."
(Red Dress.)

wouldn't it be better

to live someplace with much less traffic and many more trees?

something to see again!

Saw it in Jr. High. I had a cool history teacher. She showed us slides of her trip to India and made us read Newsweek together as a class and showed movies like this one:
Never Cry Wolf.

To me

Cadets left with "a real clarity..." was very frustrating to read.
The saddest photo in this album.

Nonshy

Isn't that a funny word? I read it in a book about highly sensitive people. The author was differentiating between an "HSP" and a "shy" person. Some people could be both, of course, in different situations. However, what's fun about the word is when I look at it, I want to pronounce it as "non-she" and I think of it also as a combination of nonchalant and sassy.

Kind of dodgy day.

Just get the dodgy parts out of the way. Cleaning, bills, bleah. Hearing about illness in family always worries me. Once again, I'm reminded that even though part of me misses some of what I got out of graduate school, stories like this (and this!) remind me of how negative things could get. Lastly, and unrelated to me personally, I simply cannot believe this. HUH. But, I can still be welcoming of harmonious change and order and new things into life...Yes!!!!!
Off to do some cleaning.

Cool last night

I woke from my dream of saving someone like my sister by pulling her out of a mucky sink drain and the face in the muck became beautiful and blue, and saying "I love you" (by smiling at me as I said "I love you") and then my eyes were fuzzy with sleep and I was actually terrified to almost imagine myself a big Christmas ornament type angel in front of my closet. Not because the bright, empty, but beautifully lit angel was bad at all, but because sometimes you get scared of what you don't expect to see. She seemed to have a little star wand in her right hand. Then I rolled over and closed my eyes so as not to see it, but I didn't feel bad, and went into a beautiful, peaceful sleep.
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That's a Lady in Blue song. That's a Lady in Blue song.

One of the interesting

blogs I've stumbled across drew me into several of it's stories today, like
Doll Calling, Be Like The Water, Toads, To S., Good Friends, Gift, The Ghost. (Wait, more on class here and here, here.)
I think when I was growing up, my environment was sometimes upper/middle to lower/middle class. I have no clue about what a "soccer mom" is, for example. A mom who has a lot of free time and doesn't have to go to work outside the home, I guess! (Although, personally, if I have kids I want them to be able to take sports, dance, art, music lessons or whatever they want to do, because we couldn't, but I also hope they learn to cook for themselves and sew, and work for money. Anyways, if I'd been playing soccer, maybe I wouldn't have done so much reading!)
Stripper 's Tarot. Another Day. Song for Vietnam Vets. Fearless.
The journey to the blog was interesting. It went: facebook, this article, googling about nature foraging and finding this herbal school, this person, and then her blogroll led me to it. And I'm feeling divinely guided because (I just realized) the column that started the search is the same as the title of a book that I slipped into the library's bookdrop today.

Ah, old photos.

Adorable kid. Adorably sulky teenager. Adorably smiley teenager, too! Adorable adult...
Close to you...
(Now I'm curious about "MirrorMask.")

Da.

Unlike last year, I did pretty good on Nanowrimo, which for me is nanoflashmicrowhateverwrimo. But I still have several thousand words to go. Possible topics: Swearing so much makes you more angry! Who likes a healthy dose of PTSD over the holidays? People's whose kids aren't old enough to join the army. Chaperoning: not just for the parents anymore! Acidic foods affects on the tongue.

Pizza box

So the other day, after just listening to a bit of book on CD by Javier Sierra, yes, I picked it up because of Lady in Blue, I find myself looking at a pizza box that asks me if I'm ready for a bit of blue in my life? That's like when I walked into the room and saw a documentary on Eisenhower after rereading Dancing in the Shadows...
Other curiosities: Rabbit in the Moon and dancingrabbit.org.