April 20th, 2007

_support, cameo

2 am means time to babble and then go to bed.

I think the point is not that you should not be kind to random people you meet who you would have no other reason to be kind to because they might be an angel in disguise or whatever; I think it is that you should be kind to random people because you know they are an angel in disguise. Each and every one of them. No matter how unlikely. And true, one of them could be an angel of destruction. But still. That's the problem with that story that people point out -- why did the person treat the unexpected visitors so nicely? There was something special? Of course. That's the point. Keep doing that. It's the knowledge to see the random strangers for the angels they are, and treat them accordingly, that's needed. Of course they saw that the visitors were angels. Of course.

I'm ambivalent about the concept of panhandling. I know there are people who depend on it to survive. I know there are also people who misrepresent themselves and then go and do non-survival-oriented things. Either way, it hurts to see someone so very down on their luck. One thing I don't feel ambivalent about is offering apples to people who look like they're very hungry and could use some food that isn't fast or junk. Apples are good. I like it when I have apples to share.


In parts of the universe that are not the Bujold e-mail list, "pizza call" does not mean stop the fight. (YouTube 4/16/2007 Fenway Park.)


Went on a field trip with work. Saw the Body Worlds 3 exhibit at the Arizona Science Center. It was amazing. There was this pervasive hush at the beginning of it, and that continued for much of it. After the halfway mark, people started mingling and discussing and backtracking more, but there is this sense of awe at the contributions of all these people to this thing. I think I'm fortunate in that my empathy did not kick in.

The thing that I think amazed me most, and in the good, delighted way -- most museum things or art things that have items of even mildly approaching such delicacy and wonder have everything glassed in and tucked out of harm's way. The things like the examples of organs and bones were in glass boxes, yes, with labels and explanations. But the sculptured bodies were right there in the open, at human-level. There was no need to box them off. No one touched a thing. There was rapt, close, even reverent, examination -- but people had their hands at their sides, behind their backs, to their hearts.
phone, cordless phone

FOIP, and things more serious.

11:45 AM 4/20/2007
WTF, McCain. Come break time, my outraged constituent mouth is going to be on the phone to your office. There are funnies that are funny. There are funnies that are not funny. Yours was a ha-ha-only-serious that leaves me wondering if national security wouldn't be better served by throwing you in a large, deep hole without communications facilities. You could hang out with the Shrubbery and Dick, who belong there as well.

You're a presidential candidate. Everything I say about watching your mouth in public if you're a prominent internet figure goes double for world leaders and potential world leaders. Thanks for letting us know what you really think, so I can vote against you in all upcoming elections.


12:29 PM 4/20/2007
rebelsheart pointed me at the Wikipedia entry on LJ this morning. One of my unstated life ambitions was to be a primary source in a scholarly work of some sort. I have no idea how long that's been there, but even if it disappears fifteen minutes from now, I will have had my fifteen minutes of having been a cited source.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Livejournal#LiveJournal_and_advertisements


2:00 PM 4/20/2007
*facepalm* Dear self, news is not efw, and it is probably bad to play there with beckyzoole as if it were. (Still and all.) (And I'm far too used to writing oo as 00, which could have been bad.)

My dizzytired is starting to go away. Yay dizzytired going away. Soon with the lunch. Doing manual update of thing, because that's the sure way to get it done within a time limit. Dammit.

Oh, breaking_nano probably just broke again. (breaking_nano is the canonical RSS feed that breaks on a regular basis and floods the friends page with old posts.)

I'm resisting the addition of 'flist' to my vocabulary. I'm attempting to not refer to it that way in writing, even if I do refer to it that way in my head. Referring to things that way in your head can be a bad thing.

Pink Shirt Guy did have a heart attack. There was a vein-clog, which was chemically dissolved. He's now going to be under observation and resting for a while, and plans to return to work next week if all goes well.


2:43 PM 4/20/2007
Insanity. This is going to be the sort of week where I'm glad it's over.