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Just had to share this delicious snippet with the Cat and the Serpent.
Looks like Big Bad Bill is up there with Dolores Umbridge in the popularity polls.
On the subject of Dolores - with the assistance of the Cat, Iz has come to the conclusion that she must be a closet Vogon. I mean she is a pink rather than green toadlike creature but the rest sounds just right on.
Yes horror of horrors...Iz hates to admit it, it is only now... and these days that means Thursdays and Fridays only, I am finally reading "The Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy"
I am getting a most strange sense of deja vu. Izzie had no idea just how many magnificent memes are now in circulation thanks to this book.. including an Izzie favorite that the Cat kindly pointed out..the cute and quirky grinning green smilie
This time last year there was no website projects to amuse myself with. Instead there was that Poetry competition.
Found some books in the library and made myself a photocopy of the original Prufrock poem. There was also a really good book called "How Poetry Works" I used to have the very good habit of writing down extensive details of books that I like - one that I really should resume again. This was absolutely fascinating and totally unlike the boring stuff they do in school that attempts to put people off poetry for ever and usually succeeds.
On route to the library, I came across some rather massive green ferns. Big deal! They are not exactly the rarest and most exotic of plants. But this one was budding and there was curls and curls of the most exquisite green spirals in various stages of growth, constructed in a sort of fractal pattern. It was like as if I was seeing them for the very first time. Such a wonderful sense of fascination, wonder and amazement at their form.
Sometimes that happened when I used to go out on frosty mornings and the cobwebs would be covered in ice crystals. Izzie would be drooling at their beauty while others would look on in disgust or amusement. Oh for God sakes, getting excited over some horrid hairy scary spiders. Lets kill 'em and sweep away that horrid mess.
Well, the spirals really began to intrude into Izzie's existence in a major way, back in September 2001. I was studying statistics and wondering why that pesky number 'e' kept popping up in the most unlikely places. I was reading a most fascinating book about this number just before the mid-semester exam we had on Saturday 8th September. That was a total joke. The supervisor let us in late. The public address system spent most of the time howling like a werewolf and many folks were totally freaking out. Iz was getting extremely irritable and had plans to go to the head of the Dept to complain about the whole fiasco. Needless to say, after what happened the following Tuesday, as well as being depressed and shocked as well as damn shit scared (no one really knew what would happen next) it sort of put a crappy exam into its proper perspective. I guess that is the nearest we have ever come to knowing what it felt like during the Cuban missile crisis way back in 1962 (or was it 63?)
But from world shattering events back to mundane muggleness, I pottered up to one of my favorite spooky places with some nibblies and my poetry book to watch the sun go down.
By the time I went home, must have had more than half the thing written and spent the rest of the time tweeking it.
So that was just the excuse I needed to go there again today instead of the usual haunt. This time I was reading about the SNEAK and the wonderful confrontation in Dumbledore's office as well as the bit of "Hitch hikers Guide" where we get introduced to a gadget that sounds suspiciously like a pint sized version of the web. Oh and of course, those adorable green creatures, the Vogons.
Since Izzie is only an itsie bitsie teenie weenie beginner Trekkie, can some one tell me which mob are nastier- Vogons or Klingons?
And next week will be wonderful. Not only do we have a full moon but I have no classes nor work that evening. Just hope that it does not rain.
But I will be keeping the radio off for the day and will certainly not be leaving on my broomlights to commemorate the up and coming anniversary on Thursday.
After March 21st this year, George Bush has no right ever again to try gain sympathy for those who were murdered in September 2001. He has used the deaths of one group of innocent people to justify doing it on a scale at least twice as big to other equally as innocent and sure as hell not many people outside of Iraq will bother remembering their names and utterly senseless deaths for even a month or two after the event let alone for years and years to come.(And the media goes out of its way to make sure that we do not know the numbers of these particular victims or their names)
The USA government and people have every right to grieve for the loss of their own but it really annoys me when they expect exactly the same level of concern from the rest of the world.
When you live in a graveyard, you cannot weep for everyone.
Looks like Big Bad Bill is up there with Dolores Umbridge in the popularity polls.
On the subject of Dolores - with the assistance of the Cat, Iz has come to the conclusion that she must be a closet Vogon. I mean she is a pink rather than green toadlike creature but the rest sounds just right on.
Yes horror of horrors...Iz hates to admit it, it is only now... and these days that means Thursdays and Fridays only, I am finally reading "The Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy"
I am getting a most strange sense of deja vu. Izzie had no idea just how many magnificent memes are now in circulation thanks to this book.. including an Izzie favorite that the Cat kindly pointed out..the cute and quirky grinning green smilie
This time last year there was no website projects to amuse myself with. Instead there was that Poetry competition.
Found some books in the library and made myself a photocopy of the original Prufrock poem. There was also a really good book called "How Poetry Works" I used to have the very good habit of writing down extensive details of books that I like - one that I really should resume again. This was absolutely fascinating and totally unlike the boring stuff they do in school that attempts to put people off poetry for ever and usually succeeds.
On route to the library, I came across some rather massive green ferns. Big deal! They are not exactly the rarest and most exotic of plants. But this one was budding and there was curls and curls of the most exquisite green spirals in various stages of growth, constructed in a sort of fractal pattern. It was like as if I was seeing them for the very first time. Such a wonderful sense of fascination, wonder and amazement at their form.
Sometimes that happened when I used to go out on frosty mornings and the cobwebs would be covered in ice crystals. Izzie would be drooling at their beauty while others would look on in disgust or amusement. Oh for God sakes, getting excited over some horrid hairy scary spiders. Lets kill 'em and sweep away that horrid mess.
Well, the spirals really began to intrude into Izzie's existence in a major way, back in September 2001. I was studying statistics and wondering why that pesky number 'e' kept popping up in the most unlikely places. I was reading a most fascinating book about this number just before the mid-semester exam we had on Saturday 8th September. That was a total joke. The supervisor let us in late. The public address system spent most of the time howling like a werewolf and many folks were totally freaking out. Iz was getting extremely irritable and had plans to go to the head of the Dept to complain about the whole fiasco. Needless to say, after what happened the following Tuesday, as well as being depressed and shocked as well as damn shit scared (no one really knew what would happen next) it sort of put a crappy exam into its proper perspective. I guess that is the nearest we have ever come to knowing what it felt like during the Cuban missile crisis way back in 1962 (or was it 63?)
But from world shattering events back to mundane muggleness, I pottered up to one of my favorite spooky places with some nibblies and my poetry book to watch the sun go down.
By the time I went home, must have had more than half the thing written and spent the rest of the time tweeking it.
So that was just the excuse I needed to go there again today instead of the usual haunt. This time I was reading about the SNEAK and the wonderful confrontation in Dumbledore's office as well as the bit of "Hitch hikers Guide" where we get introduced to a gadget that sounds suspiciously like a pint sized version of the web. Oh and of course, those adorable green creatures, the Vogons.
Since Izzie is only an itsie bitsie teenie weenie beginner Trekkie, can some one tell me which mob are nastier- Vogons or Klingons?
And next week will be wonderful. Not only do we have a full moon but I have no classes nor work that evening. Just hope that it does not rain.
But I will be keeping the radio off for the day and will certainly not be leaving on my broomlights to commemorate the up and coming anniversary on Thursday.
After March 21st this year, George Bush has no right ever again to try gain sympathy for those who were murdered in September 2001. He has used the deaths of one group of innocent people to justify doing it on a scale at least twice as big to other equally as innocent and sure as hell not many people outside of Iraq will bother remembering their names and utterly senseless deaths for even a month or two after the event let alone for years and years to come.(And the media goes out of its way to make sure that we do not know the numbers of these particular victims or their names)
The USA government and people have every right to grieve for the loss of their own but it really annoys me when they expect exactly the same level of concern from the rest of the world.
When you live in a graveyard, you cannot weep for everyone.
