Ok. So.
Long time no write.
Mea culpa.
Forgiven? I *am* writing today. A little.
I'm recovering from an accidental poisoning. Michael got me some chocolates, and well, neither of us realized they were made with coconut oil.
Have I mentioned I am extremely allergic to coconut in all its forms?
I spent damn near three days vomiting up everything but my cooter and my...
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Long time no write.
Mea culpa.
Forgiven? I *am* writing today. A little.
I'm recovering from an accidental poisoning. Michael got me some chocolates, and well, neither of us realized they were made with coconut oil.
Have I mentioned I am extremely allergic to coconut in all its forms?
I spent damn near three days vomiting up everything but my cooter and my...
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volkov:
hey,you! how have you been? world hopping? where to? I might go and try to visit Howard in NYC this winter or perhaps make it to Prague or Budapest around the holidays.
9005900:
Hi sweetness!! 
Ok.
The last thing most men will want to read about is menstruation.
So, if you want to skip it, skip down until you see the words: SAFE TO CONTINUE! If not, consideryourself warned: Pointless whingeing about to ensue!
I wanted to yank out my innards today and launch my uterus via trebuchet at the makers of Midol. *snort* Works fast, my ass. It would...
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The last thing most men will want to read about is menstruation.
So, if you want to skip it, skip down until you see the words: SAFE TO CONTINUE! If not, consideryourself warned: Pointless whingeing about to ensue!
I wanted to yank out my innards today and launch my uterus via trebuchet at the makers of Midol. *snort* Works fast, my ass. It would...
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9005900:
Doing good? Hope so.
volkov:
thanks! 
I actually talked to my Mom this morning. she somehow knew right when I woke up and called about 10 minutes later, perfectly timed to my first sip of coffee.
how have you been?
I actually talked to my Mom this morning. she somehow knew right when I woke up and called about 10 minutes later, perfectly timed to my first sip of coffee.
how have you been?
Sometimes I really want to be able to push the button.
You know.
THAT button. The end the world one.
I am really not fond of people as a whole.
Individuals, yes, I can see the merit of some.
But - "people" en masse?
I want the damn button.
You know.
THAT button. The end the world one.
I am really not fond of people as a whole.
Individuals, yes, I can see the merit of some.
But - "people" en masse?
I want the damn button.
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fatality:
...me too...
howdy:
Damn - I was hoping you'd contribute too. Yet more evidence that we need to invent a way to send drinks online. 
Cold. Hurts.
It does.
When your nipples are pierced, and it's cold, and they get cold, it hurts.
When your nipples are pierced, and it's cold, and they get cold, and you whap them on something, it really fucking hurts.
Just in case there was any confusion on the issue.
It does.
When your nipples are pierced, and it's cold, and they get cold, it hurts.
When your nipples are pierced, and it's cold, and they get cold, and you whap them on something, it really fucking hurts.
Just in case there was any confusion on the issue.
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requiem1972:
Yes, I know I've noone to blame but meself.
I never really noticed just how OFTEN I apparently mang my boobs into things until I got them pierced a while back.
They do get in the way. hehe.
Yes, I know I've noone to blame but meself.
I never really noticed just how OFTEN I apparently mang my boobs into things until I got them pierced a while back.
They do get in the way. hehe.
volkov:
I called back and got a halfway competent tech who verified that my motherboard was indeed fucked and ordered me a new one and is setting up an onsite visit to get it replaced in my computer. So, now all I have to do is wait.
I hate waiting.
I hate waiting.
Contemplation:
At what point is knowledge no longer power? At which point does it begin to hinder?
Does the metaphor of the fruit from the tree of knowledge refer to self-conscious and self-filtered knowledge as opposed to knowledge for its own sake?
Is it a specific kind of knowledge? Is it a surfeit of knowing? Is it an incomplete or skewed knowing?
If one assumes...
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At what point is knowledge no longer power? At which point does it begin to hinder?
Does the metaphor of the fruit from the tree of knowledge refer to self-conscious and self-filtered knowledge as opposed to knowledge for its own sake?
Is it a specific kind of knowledge? Is it a surfeit of knowing? Is it an incomplete or skewed knowing?
If one assumes...
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Memory
When we forget to remember some things, important things, not necessarily like where we left our keys or what time the biscuits went into the oven, does the Tree of Tales lose a leaf?
I can't rememer what my mother's face looked like when she laughed.
I can't remember her smile.
She's been dead for almost six years now, and I find my memory...
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When we forget to remember some things, important things, not necessarily like where we left our keys or what time the biscuits went into the oven, does the Tree of Tales lose a leaf?
I can't rememer what my mother's face looked like when she laughed.
I can't remember her smile.
She's been dead for almost six years now, and I find my memory...
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howdy:
you know "why" the moon is? Whoa. And I met a guy (Nobel laureate in physics) who lectured on - is the moon really there when no one is looking? I'd love to be a fly on the wall for the late light maunderings between you two.
Of course, we'd all be better off wiht our own dragon. Burning all obstacles to logic, truth, justice and memory. How convenient. You *are* the dragon.
P.S. I like the profile pic. Whose is it, and what does it mean to them?
[Edited on Feb 13, 2006 9:40PM]
Of course, we'd all be better off wiht our own dragon. Burning all obstacles to logic, truth, justice and memory. How convenient. You *are* the dragon.
P.S. I like the profile pic. Whose is it, and what does it mean to them?
[Edited on Feb 13, 2006 9:40PM]
requiem1972:
The profile pic is mine. It is a tattoo of a crystalline butterfly, and it is on my pubic mound. The runes in it - and joke if you must (lol) - stand for "Harvesting the strength of the warrior through wholeness of self."
The tattoo as a whole, and the parts - the rune script and the symbology of a butterfly in and of itself, signify, for me, transformation, becoming a stronger and more whole person that I was before, every moment of every day.
The tattoo as a whole, and the parts - the rune script and the symbology of a butterfly in and of itself, signify, for me, transformation, becoming a stronger and more whole person that I was before, every moment of every day.
Storm Mind
(This journal entry is from June, from a different BLOG I keep)
We're at the tag end of a very severe thunderstorm here. The power was knocked out about 3am when the storm was at it's glorious height (bah, hiehgt? no, height .. damn my German language background .. confuses me with American spelling - somethings that look incorrect spelled the American way,...
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(This journal entry is from June, from a different BLOG I keep)
We're at the tag end of a very severe thunderstorm here. The power was knocked out about 3am when the storm was at it's glorious height (bah, hiehgt? no, height .. damn my German language background .. confuses me with American spelling - somethings that look incorrect spelled the American way,...
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Innapropriate curiosity
Ok. I admit it. I have a far too prurient an interest in others. I try very hard to not apply this interest to people I become friends with; it just seems safer to save this speculation for strangers.
Unfortunately, I am not always completely successful. I am not the only one who suffers (ok, well, it's not really suffering) from this inappropriate...
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Ok. I admit it. I have a far too prurient an interest in others. I try very hard to not apply this interest to people I become friends with; it just seems safer to save this speculation for strangers.
Unfortunately, I am not always completely successful. I am not the only one who suffers (ok, well, it's not really suffering) from this inappropriate...
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volkov:
HEY! comuter is being wonky so I'm on borrowed electrons, but I had to log in and here you are! howthehelluvyabeen!!?!?!?
comuter is being wonky so I'm on borrowed electrons, but I had to log in and here you are! howthehelluvyabeen!!?!?!?
Wheeeee! I get to be unpopular!
My rant on tattoos:
Ok. I may make myself incredibly unpopular in just a few moments, but that's ok. It's one of my best things.
I don't understand why people get a tattoo simply because "It looks sooooo cool!"
Tattoos are permanent (well, at the very least extremely expensive and painful to remove, and the scars will always be...
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My rant on tattoos:
Ok. I may make myself incredibly unpopular in just a few moments, but that's ok. It's one of my best things.
I don't understand why people get a tattoo simply because "It looks sooooo cool!"
Tattoos are permanent (well, at the very least extremely expensive and painful to remove, and the scars will always be...
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... I need a dragon ...
I get tired of being me sometimes.
Don't get me wrong, I like me, well most of me. There are some scary parts I have not managed to ... assimilate completely. But I do wonder what being someone else is like.
Would I even know the difference? I would be someone else. I wouldn't have the me memories to...
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I get tired of being me sometimes.
Don't get me wrong, I like me, well most of me. There are some scary parts I have not managed to ... assimilate completely. But I do wonder what being someone else is like.
Would I even know the difference? I would be someone else. I wouldn't have the me memories to...
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White Dresses
I dreamed I was driving my old station wagon through the streets of San Angelo, where I attended university for a while.
I was wearing a white long linen dress, hand embroidered with flowers and dark ropy patterns, that I made several years ago. The dress was important for some reason.
Many important things happened to me when I was in San Angelo....
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I dreamed I was driving my old station wagon through the streets of San Angelo, where I attended university for a while.
I was wearing a white long linen dress, hand embroidered with flowers and dark ropy patterns, that I made several years ago. The dress was important for some reason.
Many important things happened to me when I was in San Angelo....
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Weird dream.
Three nuns huge absolutely ground tremblingly huge, circling me, very menacing, trying to cram me into a habit, they are dirty and smell bad and have broken teeth, they are sibilance, and they are telling me they are going to make me one of them, and one talks and she spits down her chin when she does, and no matter how I fight...
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Three nuns huge absolutely ground tremblingly huge, circling me, very menacing, trying to cram me into a habit, they are dirty and smell bad and have broken teeth, they are sibilance, and they are telling me they are going to make me one of them, and one talks and she spits down her chin when she does, and no matter how I fight...
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howdy:
sounds like an interesting place inside your head, or maybe i'm just strange. 