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|Wednesday, May 26th, 2010|
I'm in Arlington for the next few days to help take care of my mom post-knee surgery. Driving 400 miles in a day is always fun. Bleh.
|Monday, May 17th, 2010|
|Heaven and Hell.
I'm assuming everyone even mildly interested in the metal world has heard of the latest loss by now.
Raise the horns.
|Thursday, April 15th, 2010|
|Saturday, March 27th, 2010|
I was dead tired all day, so I decided that 10 p.m. was a perfectly valid bedtime (no really, I am 25 years old, not 60, I swear). Unfortunately, at 8 or so, my sinuses said "OH MY GOD THE BAROMETRIC PRESSURE IS CHANGING AAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!" so when my perfectly valid bedtime rolled around, I ended up lying in bed for an entirely futile hour, feeling like someone was driving a railroad spike through my eye. So now I'm awake, in pain, and waiting for the oven to heat up so I can make some tortilla chips, so that I can eat something and take some Motrin (as it's always been ineffective for me if I take it on an empty stomach). I need to find a new allergist, too. Blergh.
EDIT: It's 1:27 in the a.m. and the railroad spike has finally been removed from my eye socket. I really, really wanted to go to sleep three hours ago. Stupid body. Current Mood: apathetic
|Tuesday, March 2nd, 2010|
|Line of the day.
"There is a thin line between artistry and craftsmanship and tiny plastic vagina. Really, it starts at...tiny plastic vagina."
Which would also be a great name for an indie band. Tiny Plastic Vagina. I can only imagine what their press kit would look like. Current Mood: awake
|Saturday, February 27th, 2010|
Long story short, I ran out of Singulair in November, started feeling the effects of my allergies in December, found an allergist up here in January who started me on shots (as apparently MA BCBS won't cover Singulair unless you're asthmatic), but he was a terrible doctor and a month later I was feeling worse than before, so I said "Fuck it and fuck you for screwing me over and charging me 900 bucks for the privilege" and stopped getting the shots. A week and a half later (read: four days ago) I started feeling better (read: feeling the way I was before I started getting shots; need to find a new and better doctor). Began to feel some renewed hope that perhaps I can feel healthy again eventually.
And then I woke up today with a sore throat. Obviously unrelated to any long-term health issues, but still. Poop. Well, I've taken echinacea and goldenseal, and I'm making a big pot of lentil soup full of things like garlic and ginger tonight. Hopefully all of that plus some extra vitamin C will fix me up quickly. Current Mood: sick
|Tuesday, February 9th, 2010|
You know what show is pretty awesome? Dexter. Also, Netflix can have my babies.
|Friday, January 29th, 2010|
After watching Food, Inc.
I decided to pick up one of the bibles of the slow/sustainable/local/organic food movement(s), The Omnivore's Dilemma
by Michael Pollan. I finished it a couple days ago, and I'd describe my reaction as mixed. It's well-written, if slightly heavy on the fifty-cent words, and makes some good points about bodily, environmental and economic health (and the interconnectedness of the three), but it's painfully obvious that Pollan is a journalist with a journalistic background, and no science education to speak of. The first part of the book looks at the modern industrial and factory farm setup that's come to reign in the U.S., and although he acknowledges that feeding the populace en masse almost requires such a setup, it's an unabashed indictment of the system; this is fine, as it's a terrible system, but he puts the blame for it squarely on the shoulders of SCIENCE
, going so far as to call it "the ultimate failure of the scientific method." This reveals both his unreasonable prejudice where science and technology is concerned - a prejudice further revealed in his bald statement that scientists can't possibly fully understand soil ecology and chemistry, that soil is a mystical force impenetrable by the mere minds of men, simply because we don't fully understand it yet - and his ignorance of science itself. I'm sorry, Mr. Pollan, but what on earth does forming a hypothesis based on previous observations, performing a series of observational or manipulative experiments to test said hypothesis, and forming theories based on the data collected by one's experiments (you know, the scientific method
) have to do with packing cows in overcrowded, filthy feedlots and cramming them full of processed corn and antibiotics?
That said, the second two-thirds of the book are much better (probably because he stops trying to be a science writer and starts being an investigative journalist); he focuses on the history of organic farming in the U.S. and how it's changed over the decades; the differences between small local farming operations and "Big Organic," national-scale operations like Cascadian Farms, then does a "Hunter/Gatherer Like Me"-type of essay, where he hunts a pig, goes on a couple mushroom-hunting expeditions, gathers some fruit and greens, and cooks a meal with his bounty. He manages to espouse eating locally and "beyond organic" (the phrase coined by the farmer Pollan interviews to describe the operational style of Polyface Farm in Virginia) without being too preachy - although calling Whole Foods' prices "reasonable" betrays some of the myopia brought on by class privilege. He also defends the eating of meat, which my Midwestern-raised self appreciated, and even went so far as to call the militant animal rights people on some of their more extreme bullshit. Conversely, he also describes the necessary gore (and his own self-reflection when confronted by that gore) that goes along with meat-eating, which I'm sure some people would find stomach-turning, but I'm the child of biologists and the spawn of a woman who spent part of her childhood on a farm and thus was never ignorant of the bloody reality that was behind the steak on my plate.
I'm not really sure I could recommend this book to your average lay person because of Pollan's gross ignorance when it comes to science, but for someone who paid the fuck attention in science class and is equipped to weed out the nonsense, it's a worthwhile read.
|Tuesday, January 19th, 2010|
Seriously, guys? Seriously?
I walked for three hours in the rain today to do my part to ensure that this would not happen. What the hell were you all thinking? You know all those health care reforms Obama is trying to pass? Do you fucking understand what state that shit is already status quo for???
Either get the hell out of my state or pay my fucking BCBS premiums. Current Mood: angry
|Saturday, January 16th, 2010|
|...and then the bad news.
Yesterday my dad finally heard from Andy Sinauer about the book. And...he's not picking it up. He was quite apologetic about the delay in answering; apparently the people he asked to review it took a million years in getting back to him, and only one actually really answered. In a nutshell, it's not really appropriate for early undergrads (though perhaps has potential for advanced undergrads), and since the type of class it's written for doesn't exist yet, it's not worth it to publish. I can understand the second criticism (even though we know there's a demand for a book like this), but I thought the content was perfectly fine for a first year student. It is possible that my perspective is a bit skewed, though, since I went to a high school with a very challenging curriculum (although I "only" took intensified science courses; no AP my senior year) and come from a family of scientists.
All hope is not lost, however. In his email, my dad told me that one of the people he'd shown the prospectus to had put him in contact with someone at W. H. Freeman, so perhaps we'll have more luck with another publisher. Current Mood: disappointed
|Monday, January 4th, 2010|
|Thoughts mostly about popular cinema.
Over the holidays my family gathered in Pittsburgh, to spend time with my grandmother (and maybe even each other). It was a good visit, and I liked seeing my family all together, but it's a difficult thing to see my grandmother declining. She's almost wheelchair-bound - this the woman who dragged my eleven-year-old tush all over New York City, went to the women's conference in China, visited our cousins in France and Israel...and this just in my lifetime. The more I think about it, the more I realize that she is, if not the lynchpin, certainly the fulcrum of my dad's side of the family. It's a frightening thing to watch part of one's personal structure start to crumble.
However, it was still a nice trip. I saw Avatar in 3-D with my parents, and while the visuals are just amazing - really, truly jaw-dropping - the writing is pretty terrible. The big problems are ( spoilers!Collapse )
In a move completely unprecedented for me and my parents, we actually saw a second movie the next night - my mom, my uncle, two of my cousins, my aunt (not said uncle's wife, different relative) and her friend went to see Sherlock Holmes. Now, when I first saw the previews, I was skeptical. Ninja exploding Sherlock Holmes? Say it ain't so, Hollywood. Surprisingly, I rather liked it. It was good as a modern reimagining of the Sherlock Holmes stories, and Robert Downey Jr.
is an attractive, attractive man
turned in a performance much closer to the broody, screwed-up drug addict of the stories than Basil Rathbone. I didn't have too much of a problem with his fighting prowess, since he is a good boxer in the stories, but I did think some of his fighting setpieces were too much. The explosion (I won't say much about it so as to not spoil anything, suffice to say there's an explosion, as I'm sure everyone has seen from the previews) was also over-the-top and just unnecessary, really. The one thing that struck me as odd was the use, of all things, of klezmer music. There's nothing in it that evokes nineteeth-century London, and, since it was immediately recognizable to someone who owned music by Itzhak Perlman, Isaac Stern and Klezmatics, kind of threw me out of the movie. My aunt noticed this as well, and though that it pointed to a vein of anti-Semitism, when put together with the fact that the shadowy conspiracy Mason-ish society used Hebrew in their supernatural/spiritual conjuration books. I didn't have a problem with the presence of Hebrew, since they also used a lot of ancient Egyptian symbolism and imagery, which would have been expected of the time and place. A group like that would have turned to ancient Egypt, Hebrew and Latin for their purposes, after all. Still, the klezmer was a bit odd.
In unrelated news, after viewing Food, Inc. I'm seriously thinking about going pescatarian until such time as I can afford to buy local, humanely raised chicken. Not even so much for animal cruelty issues (although I don't really approve of keeping chickens packed wing-to-wing in dark, poorly-ventilated warehouses, either) but because I don't find the idea of eating something that's spent its life marinating in its own shit all that palatable. I don't eat red meat anymore anyway, since I've had issues digesting it after losing my gallbladder (and oh, the tears my Midwestern heart shed upon finding that one out) so it wouldn't be that much of a stretch. In the meantime, mmm legumes. Current Mood: cold
|Wednesday, November 25th, 2009|
|Monday, May 4th, 2009|
|In which life, for the first time in months, does not suck.
And, in fact, rocks unbelievable amounts of face.
I'm sure most of you have noticed that I've been...in absentia of late. This is due entirely to the fact that my health has been one step above shitty (and sometimes not even that) for months on end, and is just now starting to get sorted out (three daily pills, a nasal spray and two twice-weekly shots later). Well, last night I actually felt good enough to attempt the drive to Jaxx down in Springfield (while a little part of my brain prayed for the Ramenmobile's continued functioning) to see Paganfest North America.
It was. Un. Fucking. Believable.
Today I'm down on my knees giving thanks to the gods of metal that my health problems actually relented enough for me to be able to go. Swashbuckle, Blackguard, Moonsorrow (fucking MOONSORROW in their first North American tour!), Primordial and Korpiklaani headlining (KORPIKLAANI!!! HEADLINING!!!!) plus a local band called Burning Shadows that opened, who were actually pretty good. Definitely a huge step up from most of the local bands I've seen at Jaxx; I'd say they were on par with Engage. I'm talking to like...one person, maybe two at this point, but seriously, GO TO THIS TOUR. Swashbuckle are thrashy death metal all about pirates (who dress up as pirates onstage), Blackguard are deathy folk metal (the keyboardist apparently has the same pair of silly studded and be-zippered pants that I do, which explains why they fit me a little awkwardly - they're dude pants, not chick pants), Moonsorrow are Moonsorrow and own your soul and are just as amazing live as you think they are, Primordial (who I wasn't as familiar with) have unbelievable stage energy, and Korpiklaani are...well, they are Korpiklaani and also own your soul and are even more amazing live than you think they are.
After Moonsorrow's set ended, I yelled "VIRGINIA RAKASTAVAT MOONSORROWA!!!" (which is probably grammatically incorrect, but I couldn't remember if Finnish deals with nations of people the same way English does). The bassist heard me - I saw him jerk his head up and look in my direction, probably wondering who was yelling in Finnish with such a terrible accent (and making up Finnish grammatical forms for English words).
I am in so much pain today. I can't move my head, and every time I bend over, my neck informs me that it really fucking hates me. I can't hear anything, and my voice is so hoarse I sound like I've been deep-throating a hairbrush. I feel better than I have in a year and a half. Current Mood: PAGANFEST!!!
|Monday, February 2nd, 2009|
|Thursday, December 18th, 2008|
The first comment says it all:
Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck.
Also, come to Jaxx. Come to Jaxx come to Jaxx come to Jaxx come to Jaxx PLLLLLEEEEAAASSSSEEEEE come to Jaxx.
Seriously, I missed Ensiferum and Amon Amarth, I missed Elvenking, I missed motherfucking CARCASS, I missed so freaking much because of my health. I've wanted to see Korpiklaani live for four years, and Moonsorrow for five. They never
come to America.
Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck. Current Mood: *incoherency*
|Monday, December 1st, 2008|
|Friday, November 7th, 2008|
|Adventures in whole wheat.
The meds are finally really kicking in, so I've been feeling well enough to start playing around in the kitchen. Two days ago I attempted pita bread...and ended up with half-inch-thick bread oblongs. Well, they're still homemade whole wheat bread, so they're good enough. Today was rather more successful.( Om nom nom.Collapse ) Current Mood: calm
|Tuesday, November 4th, 2008|
AND I AM FINALLY PROUD TO LIVE IN VIRGINIA! AND MY VOTE REALLY COUNTED THIS TIME!
AND MY CAPS LOCK IS NOW STUCK!!!!
This also means that I will finally cease getting political phone calls three times a day. Perhaps registering Independent has some drawbacks.
I CAN BREATHE.
I HAD ACTUALLY FORGOTTEN WHAT THAT REALLY FELT LIKE.
|Thursday, October 30th, 2008|
|Everything's dying...that means pollen count will be down, won't it?
The dust mite-proofing efforts continue. Last week I got put on some new meds which helped for awhile, but then I had to stop taking one of them because it made my sleep so light I was waking up two or three times a night. So I have another appointment with the doctor on Monday. Meanwhile, I'm actually going to be leaving the house in a recreational capacity tomorrow night; I'm going to a Halloween party being held by one of my friends from high school. I'll be wearing my garb, so I don't really have a lot of preparation to do this year for my costume; as such, I've been helping my mom with hers. Luckily, she's going to a party held by some of the people in WSFA, and the theme is Renaissance. So my meager sewing skills are more than up to the challenge of re-fitting one of my old garb skirts and re-purposing a shirt found at Goodwill. I still feel pretty terrible. I am really, really tired of this crap.
Finally, our yard has apparently become home to the fattest squirrel I have ever seen in my life:
Isn't he cute?
Awwww. Current Mood: tired