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threeplusfireHoly shit, Egypt. I watched the news for a bit today, seeing people cheering and gathered in the streets. I can't even imagine what it must feel like there right now. It has consumed my thoughts over the past few weeks and it feels good to see this unfolding.
We're watching Bill Hicks, because Mike had never heard of him. I'd forgotten just how much I hated his rage filled smoking humor. A lot of my own sense of humor is in this vein. Last night we went to the Love Bites singalong, which was enjoyable and featured both Meatloaf and Bon Jovi. I melted the lighter they gave me, waving it about.
on the way home I wondered what the mystery fox was doing. Just as I said this, I saw it on the other side of the street. I've never seen a wild fox before and I'm quite sure this a real fox. We stopped the car and stared for a minute, as it sat there looking back at it. It has such a long tail.
- Mike: Well that's obvious. I am lucky to have possibly the world's most patient person as a partner. He is a good counterweight, full of a calm I do not possess. I don't think I know anyone else quite so unflappable (except perhaps my high school friend Kevin) and this sort of calm is good for me. Mike has shown me how to be a lot more of a responsible adult and yet he's retained a sense of carefree cheer. I used to imagine such things were impossible to have at the same time. I am certainly not less curmudgeonly, but I feel like I think about it more carefully if that makes sense.
- Racheline: I can't think of any way to really summarize my relationship with Racheline over the years. It's probably one of the most varied, complex relationships I've ever had - full of stories. She took a bus to Texas for my first wedding. We went to see Alan Rickman and Lindsay Duncan in a Noel Coward play. We've exchanged stories of wizards and stranger things. She taught me how to use chopsticks and took me to NYC Icy and Magnolia Bakery. But most of all she's constantly been an eloquent inspiration to be grand, in everything.
- Doc Smith: Doc was a public school teacher who forced me to work and who believed I could write. He taught journalism and made us watch The Manchurian Candidate. His influence was not just on the evolution of my writing habits but also on my ability to take myself seriously as a person of thoughts. I still have the book of poetry he gave me - Andre Breton, romantic and French and surrealist. It's probably the only poetry I really love. Doc loaned me a lot of books in the time I knew him, like Somerset Maugham and a biography of Sylvia Beech. He encouraged me to go out into the world, physically and mentally. He was a sort of enigmatic man, and we used to make up stories about his secret past. As teenagers, we imagined the only reason a man could be named John Smith was because he was hiding from another name.
- Professor Pichova: One of my university professors, she provided some of the most valuable instruction during those years in the classroom and outside it. In one of my darkest times she gave me a novel to read and pushed me to go to Prague. I think those things saved my life, pulling me out of the terrible spiral I was in at the time. She taught Czech and literature. Her Nabokov class was one of the best classes I ever took. She took me on a walk in the woods near the Czech border and told me about fleeing the country as a teenager. I took a lot of her advice and it was always good.
- Meier - Originally he was just a character for a D&D game. But he grew and changed and became my most beloved character. I have a certain fondness for wizards. But Meier was something else and he's stayed with me for a long time. One day I'll finish writing his story. I love this character so much. I feel sort of like he's the only child I will ever have and the only one I ever wanted.
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win my heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One moment
We're watching Bill Hicks, because Mike had never heard of him. I'd forgotten just how much I hated his rage filled smoking humor. A lot of my own sense of humor is in this vein. Last night we went to the Love Bites singalong, which was enjoyable and featured both Meatloaf and Bon Jovi. I melted the lighter they gave me, waving it about.
on the way home I wondered what the mystery fox was doing. Just as I said this, I saw it on the other side of the street. I've never seen a wild fox before and I'm quite sure this a real fox. We stopped the car and stared for a minute, as it sat there looking back at it. It has such a long tail.
- Mike: Well that's obvious. I am lucky to have possibly the world's most patient person as a partner. He is a good counterweight, full of a calm I do not possess. I don't think I know anyone else quite so unflappable (except perhaps my high school friend Kevin) and this sort of calm is good for me. Mike has shown me how to be a lot more of a responsible adult and yet he's retained a sense of carefree cheer. I used to imagine such things were impossible to have at the same time. I am certainly not less curmudgeonly, but I feel like I think about it more carefully if that makes sense.
- Racheline: I can't think of any way to really summarize my relationship with Racheline over the years. It's probably one of the most varied, complex relationships I've ever had - full of stories. She took a bus to Texas for my first wedding. We went to see Alan Rickman and Lindsay Duncan in a Noel Coward play. We've exchanged stories of wizards and stranger things. She taught me how to use chopsticks and took me to NYC Icy and Magnolia Bakery. But most of all she's constantly been an eloquent inspiration to be grand, in everything.
- Doc Smith: Doc was a public school teacher who forced me to work and who believed I could write. He taught journalism and made us watch The Manchurian Candidate. His influence was not just on the evolution of my writing habits but also on my ability to take myself seriously as a person of thoughts. I still have the book of poetry he gave me - Andre Breton, romantic and French and surrealist. It's probably the only poetry I really love. Doc loaned me a lot of books in the time I knew him, like Somerset Maugham and a biography of Sylvia Beech. He encouraged me to go out into the world, physically and mentally. He was a sort of enigmatic man, and we used to make up stories about his secret past. As teenagers, we imagined the only reason a man could be named John Smith was because he was hiding from another name.
- Professor Pichova: One of my university professors, she provided some of the most valuable instruction during those years in the classroom and outside it. In one of my darkest times she gave me a novel to read and pushed me to go to Prague. I think those things saved my life, pulling me out of the terrible spiral I was in at the time. She taught Czech and literature. Her Nabokov class was one of the best classes I ever took. She took me on a walk in the woods near the Czech border and told me about fleeing the country as a teenager. I took a lot of her advice and it was always good.
- Meier - Originally he was just a character for a D&D game. But he grew and changed and became my most beloved character. I have a certain fondness for wizards. But Meier was something else and he's stayed with me for a long time. One day I'll finish writing his story. I love this character so much. I feel sort of like he's the only child I will ever have and the only one I ever wanted.
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win my heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One moment
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Date: 2011-02-12 05:20 am (UTC)I miss the Crabbe & Goyle sideshow and a lot of the other crazy LN parade though sometimes.
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