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Wednesday, May 30, 2001 Was looking for library quotations today and came across this one, which I rather liked:
...having one of those days when I just want to go home and curl up for the whole day, reading.
So at this point, metafilter is down, blogspot is down, and the weddingchannel boards are down. Does this mean that I'll have to do some work?
Hmm, moving right along. Anyone have any idea where I could find a place that rents shopping carts for the F & F Annual Book Sale at Fort Mason this year?
Apparently, we support the Taliban
So here's the Kaycee FAQ - put together by metafilter users and (apparently) the press. The good thing, here, is that there never WAS a kaycee, which means no one died.
Apparently Kaycee was a construct - her website an amalgam of the stories of three people posted by the woman who called herself Kaycee's mother. Metafilter has a long thread discussing the import of this, with much anger from people who feel duped. If people don't get bored, there will be a witchhunt - someone has actually tried to track "debbie" down - I can only say that at the very least I hope they have the right debbie. And I hope they are not savage if they do find her.
Just spent the day at Angel Island, seeing gorgeous vistas and rather sad evidence of our treatment of asian immigrants in the first half of the 20th century. We shared our tour of the museum (you can only see it with a docent from the National Park Service) with a small troop of very bright Girl Scouts who already seemed to know their history.
I knew that waiting tables wasn't an easy job, but who knew that it was so analytical?
shallow wedding thought warning Yay! Gadsby's Tavern Restaurant has a 19th ballroom in addition to the ones attached to the museum. Reception site space could feasibly happen there. Yay! leaving shallow wedding thought zone
This, a series of pictures of one woman picked up on prostitution charges over a ten year period, is really terrifying, and hits close to home because it reminds me of so many of the women I see on the streets, here. There's a weathered look that the homeless have here that reminds me of pictures of people in Montana in the 19th century. I'll bet is doesn't all come down to drugs and prostitution - I'd throw in malnutrition and too much exposure to the weather, too. link stolen from ev
...and I didn't say it here earlier, although I did say it on a number of mail lists. Douglas Adams is horribly, sadly, wrongly, dead of a heart attack at 49. It's entirely too soon for this. I was looking forward to him being alive for another 40 years, doing whatever made him happy, and occasionally making the rest of us smile when those things were public. I'm particularly sorry for his family and friends, too, who were obviously also looking forward to those 40 years.
I think the "dynasty garment factory" around the corner from our flat might have lost it's lease, or gone down. At least, for the first time ever, the blinds are open, revealing an office strewn with bags of clothing everywhere. Usually the blinds are closed, and you can just catch a glimpse through adjacent, chained double doors of asian women sewing, illuminated by the yellow lights on their machines.
James and I met Faisal, Ilen, Fiona and Craig for dinner at Chow tonight. As usual the food was good, but the restaurant was playing music so loudly that by the end of our tenure the wax was beginning to run out of my ears. I was supposed to go on to Death Guild for an evening of dancing, but bailed instead in favor of silence. So I'm sitting here listening to unknown construction sounds and my cat complaining and James has gone dancing for the evening without me. This makes me somewhat sad, but he doesn't have to work tomorrow, and he doesn't get to see Faisal that often, so I felt that now wasn't the time to insist that he coddle me and stay home. Hear the whining? i'll try to control myself.
From a personal insurance policy I took out recently:
So there's been a shakeup at work resulting in the head of my department leaving. I'm still trying to figure out what it actually means.
Can anyone really distinguish allergies from massive depression? I feel as if someone has been over me with a steamroller, but I suspect it is just the tree pollen.
I've also decided that new pictures have to happen for this website. I mean...as much as I like nikki's pic of me on the front of this site, I don't look like that anymore (not even when I bother to goth, which is really rarely these days). Or like this, though I really like the light in it:
Ha. Weekend again. Astonishing how that keeps happening. When the week started I was doing prospect research and profiles for potential board members. I'm still not done. I could have gone faster if a) I hadn't been distracted by interesting, irrelevant facts about people related to people I was researching, b) there had been fewer meetings (yes, I'm over the meeting thing, my CDO makes thme a punishment), and c) I'd been more focused.
It's astonishing how these things fill me with real panic. I was a huge Beatles fan as a teen, and I guess that it's hardwired.
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