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Last night I was watching Seinfeld on TBS. It was this episode in which Jerry dates a masseuse and George sees a woman named Karen. At first I wasn't paying attention, but there was something awfully familiar about this Karen... It was Lisa Edelstein!! I was amazed at how she hasn't aged one little bit! Though admittedly, it was funny to see her wearing those 90s clothes :p

Anyway, I thought I'd share. Have a nice day :3

It's been one of those days...




Edwin Morgan
Rules for Dwarf-Throwing

1.    If a dwarf is thrown through a glass window or glass door, he must wear gloves and a suitable mask.
2.    If a dwarf is thrown through a burning hoop, extinguishers must be provided.
3.    If a dwarf is thrown down a well, the organizers must ensure that the bottom of the well is dry, and is covered by leaves to a depth of three inches.
4.    If a dwarf is to be thrown across the path of an oncoming train, the thrower must previously satisfy the organizers that he bears no personal malice towards the throwee.
5.    If a dwarf is thrown into a pond or river, he must wear a wetsuit and need not be tightly bound.
6.    If dwarfs are thrown at night, they may be painted with phosphorescent paint, so that the point of impact may be clearly established.
7.    If a dwarf refuses to be bound in the usual way before throwing, he may be put in a straightjacket of the requisite size.
8.    If a dwarf utters any sound whatsoever, either in flight or at the moment of impact, the throw will be disqualified.
9.    If a jockey impersonates a dwarf, and wins a competition because his light weight allows him to be thrown farthest, he will be liable to a fine of £1000 or three years imprisonment.
10.    It is strictly forbidden, in dwarf-throwing literature and publicity, to refer to dwarfs as 'persons of restricted growth' or 'small people'.

(From: Edwin Morgan, New Selected Poems, Manchester: Carcanet Press, 2000)

Yes, in a nutshell. I wouldn't necessarily pay full price for it, but that's mainly because I like to think I'm not an idiot. ;)

I grew up directly opposite a hundred-and-fifty-year-old graveyard, in a house of the same age. It didn't really scare me particularly; you just get used to it. The graveyard, especially, never scared me at all, although the house could unnerve me occasionally as a hyper-imaginative kid.

Or to sum up Ghostbusters: I ain't afraid of no ghosts. ;)

I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts. And a cheeseburger in paradise. Oh, and a partridge in a pear tree.

What do you do with them?

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[24] Dexter S4E7

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[24] Dexter S4E7

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I had this book about the Beatles when I was a kid and there was a photo in it of Paul standing around outside the Magical Mystery Tour bus and the caption said "Paul, waiting for the magic to begin." I don't know why that sticks with me, but it's one of those things embedded in my head. Waiting for the magic to begin. The truth, a lot of times, I've discovered, while making parenthetical asides so I can use more commas, is that while you thought you were waiting for the magic to begin, the magic was already happening.

So ... Tuesday I went to Washington DC to photograph three Supreme Court Justices, it was basically 12 hours of prep and setup for 30 seconds of actual shutter button pushing. I did get to listen to Justices Breyer, O'Connor and Kennedy talk for an hour and a half or so beforehand about Thurgood Marshall, cases they'd agreed on, cases they hadn't, all of which was pretty nice. I've photographed all of them before on several occasions, so the initial awkwardness that's sometimes there was gone but Justice O'Connor's husband, ill with Alzheimer's for twenty years, had taken a turn for the worse and she left quickly to get on a plane and go to the hospital to see him. I'm left powerfully impressed with her ability to deal with his illness for so long and with such strength -- with her ability to function in the face of such adversity, to talk with colleagues and have your photo taken and simply move from one place to another. She watched her husband of half a century slowly forget who she was and then watched him fall in love with another woman in the same assisted living center, and then watched him fade completely. John O'Connor died the following afternoon at the age of 79.

Flags were at half staff to honor the victims of Ft. Hood, but I'm now reminded that people go through powerful and tragic losses every day, and some of them deal with it with incredible grace and determination. I wish I had a flag for them.


I spent most of Tuesday taking photos with my iPhone waiting for the magic to begin, but really, it was already there.











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On the surface, the whole thing seems quite silly, suicidal in fact. How else to describe the act of putting on a weight belt and jumping, off a perfectly good boat, into the ocean? It wasn't a death wish that brought me to the islands around Sipadan but rather what is considered to be some of the best diving in the world. When I jumped off the ship this morning I was wearing more than a weight belt -- I had a full complement of rented scuba gear to protect me from the elements.

As my group began our descent I floundered a bit as I haven't been diving since I did my open water certification over a year ago. Eventually it came back to me and I began to make my way down to where the group was congregating but then I hit 3-4M and pain filled my ears. Excruciating pain, pain that wouldn't go away as I tried a variety of methods to equalize my ears. I ascended a bit, relieving the pain, and tried to go back again but the same thing happened. I could see the group staring up at me, I could see the DM pointing at me as I motioned with my hands to my ear. He pinched his nose to encourage me to equalize my ears. Thanks.

Finally he motioned for me to swim with the direction of the group which I did. Over the next 30 minutes or so I tried going down but never got beyond 4M. At one point I had my left partly cleared but the right wouldn't clear at all. I gave up and just continued moving along, a few feet below the surface. At one point some fish swam by me and as I followed them I lost the trail of bubbles from my "diving" group. Eventually I found them again and re-boarded the ship, trying not to look as disappointed as I felt.

For the next two dives of the trip I just snorkeled around while everyone else dove. Luckily the reef in this area is pretty amazing and I got to see some great coral as well as some really cool looking fish but it wasn't the same as diving. I felt so let down when everyone got back on the boat and started talking about how awesome the dive was and recalling all of the highlights (moray eels!) which I could only smile at. It reminded me of when I was a kid and, during holiday gatherings, would have to sit at the "kids" table instead of the adult table.

During each of my snorkel sessions I tried free diving down but the pain was even worse this time and I couldn't get more than a few kick strokes below the surface. So disappointing. The worst part now is that I prepaid for 3 days worth of diving (9 dives) and will now end up snorkeling for all of them. There are worse things, yes. But that's a lot of expensive snorkeling that I hope turns out to be worthwhile. Plus I get to listen to everyone else talking about their dives.

This is all very upsetting.

Oh, I also got a kicking bright red sunburn down the back of my legs. yum.

But this sentence from my current translation had me laughing out loud in the office:

Countries such as X, where waiting times [for specific treatments/surgeries] tend to vary in the 2 – 3 weeks range, have never felt the urge to produce waiting time data, for principally the same type of reason that Madrid has less snow-ploughs than Helsinki.

HAH.

MONT BLANC

Rome burns
and our slavery begins

in the alps
ovens of europe

glacier of god
chads opposite

industry was envisioned here in the indomitable glitter
it out proportions the parthenon

the colosseum is not to be compared with it
nor dome nor london bridge bernini bronze nor donatello marble

there is more wealth here than with the bankers of amsterdam
more power than in any boulder dam of heaven

volt crackle and electricity it has invented
buchenwald nagasaki and napalm

it is the frozen first atomic bomb
its factories blaze forth bergs and avalanches

its unships sail down rhine down rhone down po down dan down tiber

to the black sea dead to the world to the red sea of isaias

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I get to teach about Chicago, Illinois and Duluth, Minnesota tomorrow.

Yeah. My fannish brain hasn't stopped making the :D :D :D :D :D face!

Hi, Yuletide Writer. :)

I just want to start by letting you know that you're already a superstar in my eyes, so please, above all else, write something that will make you happy. Yes, I have some ideas I'd be interested in seeing you tackle, but if all you can think when you read my comments is, "Ehhh, not so much..." then please just ignore them. Don't torture yourself because you think I'll be disappointed if you don't listen to my comments. I won't. Honest. We obviously have our love of these fandoms in common, so anything you write is already guaranteed to make me smile.

For the record, I do prefer slash to het or gen. (As you've probably deduced from my requests.) But if you're not really into the whole guy-on-guy action thing, that's cool too. Let the characters interact on your own terms.

Basically, I'm pretty easy to please. I like witty dialogue, but I also like atmospheric descriptions where nobody really says anything. Sex scenes are always hot, but sometimes meaningful glances and quiet implications are even hotter. Humor is awesome, but there's a special place in my heart for angst and ambivalence. Not all of these fandoms were designed for happy endings; don't force what doesn't fit. Intricate plots amaze me, but so do subtle, understated pieces that just sort of drift along. I don't have any major squicks, though I'm not terribly fond of AUs or gratuitous OCs. My one and only real request is that everyone be in-character, no matter what they're doing. Convince me that these characters really would do what you're having them do, and you can get away with just about anything in my book.

If you already have a ton of ideas and just want me to shut up already, then go for it! But if you're looking for a starting point, or just some inspiration, I've commented a little further on each fandom. All of these details are, of course, completely optional.


Hotel Dusk. Kyle Hyde, Brian Bradley.
Basically, I love Hotel Dusk and I love Kyle Hyde. They live permanently in my DS. But I've always wanted to see more fanfic that takes place before the game, back when Hyde and Bradley were partners in New York. One of the things that I love so much about Hotel Dusk is the atmosphere. Everything is so gritty and dark and sad, even at the very best of times. I'd like to see something that mirrors that style. Tell me a story about Hyde and Bradley before everything turned to shit. Maybe they're in a relationship, or maybe they're trying to work out their feelings for each other, or maybe they're just partners, riding along together in a beat-up undercover station wagon, trying to clean up a city that's already too far gone. Show me what Hyde and Bradley meant to each other, as partners and as friends. It doesn't have to end happy - given their history, I'm not sure that it would.


The Hardy Boys. Frank Hardy, Joe Hardy.
Now, I don't know what your story is, but I've only read the original series. You know. The really old books. The ones that started in the twenties and ended in the fifties. So my perception of Frank and Joe and their corny brand of all-American boyishness might be a little different from yours. In any case, putting either brother (or both?) in any sort of homosexual situation would delight me to no end. Certainly the dusty old books that I've read would never dream of tackling anything of a sexual nature, much less a gay one. Let's get these boys some action! Of course, if slash isn't your cup of tea and the mere act of reading this is making you want to claw your eyes out, please please please write whatever you want! I love The Hardy Boys books and I adore Frank and Joe, so anything you write about them will make me clap my hands together like Chet Morton at a candy store. (I also love Chet, so feel free to throw him, or anyone else, in there too.) If you actually write a mystery I will probably die on the spot from the sheer amount of awesome.


Into the Woods. Prince Charming, Rapunzel's Prince.
This is one of my favorite musicals of all time, and the princes, well. They are my very favorite womanizers. I'd like to get a glimpse of them when they were younger. Growing up together in the palace, or as young, princely bachelors - basically, any time before the show takes place. I'd love to see a deeper interpretation of their characters, not just the oversexed stereotypes that we see in the musical. What was it like growing up as royalty? What kind of brothers were they to each other? Incest doesn't bother me, if that's where it happens to take you. Show me a side to them that I never knew existed.


The Boxer (song). Any.
I fell in love with this song the very first time I heard it. The melody itself is haunting, but the lyrics - the lyrics are so sad and beautiful, I thought, "How could a Top 40 hit be so poetic?" I've always wondered what else happened to the protagonist on those cold, lonely streets of New York City. Tell me more of his story. Like I said earlier, I dig the guy-on-guy action so I've always sort of imagined a gay encounter somewhere in there. If you have too, then hey! Awesome! (Maybe it was with that poor, pathetic boxer on the corner...) But if not, then tell me your version. I want to hear it.


So, that's it! I know I rambled a bit, but the only real requirement is that you have fun with what you're writing. Good luck, and I really, truly can't wait to read it. :)