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One of my favorite Ender quotes.

"So father calls it 'lightning' to emphasize how dangerous it is, and how ephemeral," said Zeck.  "Your word 'electricity' is a lie, convincing you that because it runs through wires and shifts the on-off state of semiconductors, the lightning has been tamed and no longer poses a danger.  But God says that it is in machines that lightning is at its most dangerous, for lightning that strikes you out of the sky can only harm your body, while the lightning that has tamed you and trained you through machines can steal your soul."

From A War of Gifts: An Ender Story
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So, I love Reader's Digest.  I'm not afraid to admit that.  My dad and I used to fight over who got to read them first.  I'll still thumb through them in supermarket checkout lines and every so often snag one from the office waiting room at work to read while eating lunch.  It's filled with the silliest nonsensical news and the jokes aren't funny but something still draws me to the tiny slices of humanity like "7 can't miss paint colors" and "America's dumbest lawsuits."  I happened to grab last month's issue which was, as always, full of bland humor-in-uniform and uninspiring memoirs, but reading a quick article entitled "10 of the most irritating phrases in English" completely made my day.

-At the end of the day
-Fairly unique
-I personally
-At this moment in time
-With all due respect
-It's a nightmare
-Shouldn't of
-It's not rocket science

-nod- Yup.
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wii fit is pretty awesome.

yes, i drove all the way home at lunch to play with it, because i knew that it was delivered earlier this morning. 

and i don't have time to make a suitable lunch so i'm going to grab some v8, some vegetable chips, and head back to work, where i will hang out with one of my two favorite russian girls and try to make policy out of mumbo-jumbo and nothingness.

tonight i'm going to come home and jump around more on the wii, then go have sushi with my sister's friends, and then keep working on my drawing with children book which i really, really love. 

welcome to the two weeks of my summer break.
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rollerskate jams

britt and i went to the clovis rodeo yesterday and it was waaay fun.  next weekend i drive her down to l.a. so she can jump on a plane up to her great alaskan wilderness and b&b job and hunter/trapper boyfriend.  when i asked, who is going to take me to the rodeo and tell me to use inside voices after i've drank a little too much while giggling at cowboys?--she answered, the rodeo doesn't come until april.  and i'll see her again in october.

the tenth month is far, though, i suppose i will be able to stay busy with school and my renewed desire to make interesting things with my hand.  oh, and wii harvest moon!  i preordered it with jerr so that's full of excitement.  i preordered wii fit today, too.  good times.

anyways.  back to le tigre and homework.  you kids take care.
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honey bunch

Last night I saw Han Bennink & Armen Nalbandian at Fresno Art.  Bennick, this white-haired, meek-looking gentleman, walked out and immediately started conceptually and very loudly rocking on his lovely mismatched-on-purpose green kit.  At one point, he had  one drumstick in his mouth and was banging on it with the other, and then he got up and sat on the floor in the middle of the stage and started drumming on the floor and on his shoes and on the steps, (which was my very favorite part).  He's on youtube, though none of the first ten videos that I watched last night once I got home really conveyed what happened last night.  He was really neat to watch.
After the performance, I spoke with him briefly; he kept calling me 'sweetie pie,' and he signed my program with 'lots of luv, hal. It was adorable.
In other news, I've been spending at least one hour every day singing along to Patsy Cline, most often while driving.  It is an excellent way to avoid and counteract stress and sadness and the monotony of errors like fatal 7: invalid/duplicate key file,rec.  She is comforting when very little else is. 
Tonight Chesca & I are going out for tapas, mojitos, and jazz (courtesy of fresno state students).  We both giggled over ideas like 'adult time' and 'girls night out'--it really has been too long since she and I have had one of these evenings, and I am ridiculously excited. 
The rest of the weekend will mostly be homework, though, which is much less exciting.  I've determined that not even all of the music theory nerds I have ever known stuck in one room could help me learn what I need to know for that jazz class.  It is just not processing.  I love that my 'fun' class is the one that I am struggling with the most.  The plan is to lock myself in my bedroom with apple juice, baby carrots, the textbook and demo cds, and the uncollated version of enthralled 1.5 (what i would tell the 18 year old bre) and not come out until the finished zines are stacked neatly and I actually feel like I have a grasp on everything that we've covered this month.  Hopefully I make it out without my brain turning to mush.  Pray for me.
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endings and beginnings.

i feel.. lost in space, translucent like wax paper, without footsteps and fingerprints.

i finished reading the time traveler's wife by audrey niffenegger this afternoon.  i began reading it before my wednesday evening class this week; the beginning of the novel begins with a sex scene of interesting proportions, and after my eyebrows raised a bit i left my bookmark in place and scribbled in a letter to eva a note that said 'someone should have told me not to read erotica in class...  it is awfully warm in here tonight.' 

the last half of the book, read propped up in the bedroom with the little dog curled around my feet, enticed more tears than I was expecting.  i really asked myself, why are you crying like a newborn over these characters who are so reluctant, where is this coming from?  who are you?  the tears would not stop as if it was the middle of the night.

i'm not sleeping well.  most late evenings i wrap myself in a blanket on the couch and watch movies that i do not remember in the morning.  i have vague ideas for nanowrimo 2008 and am in the middle of 30 days of worldbuilding which is more fun than i almost want to admit.  i've downloaded character creators and outline helpers and charts and graphs galore, and look forward when i can use the solitary hour of one a.m. to make these characters dance in my head.

one more thing: i love whomever lives directly east of me, and their washing machine.  it is a lullaby which captures my quiet attention faster than mother goose.  the rest of this beautiful late september evening will be spent listening to it and the light noise from outside, sipping blackberry tea that my sister so thoughtfully sent to me from the great northwest this summer (if that is where you need to be, sweetpea, you have my heart and my blessing) and pondering last names, hometowns, and astrological signs.