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[Oct. 17th, 2007|10:52 pm] |
Stolen from Monrovianvogue:
For the first three people that reply to me and re-post this challenge, I will send you something. It might be something I've made, or something cool from my hidden stash, it might be a mix CD, or a rubber duck, a book I think you will enjoy, or something else that is awesome. Whatever it is, I promise that I will get it to you in 365 days or fewer. The only thing you need to do in order to participate is to be one of the first three to reply to this, AND post this very same thing on YOUR LiveJournal - cause it's fun to give people stuff. |
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| opinions? |
[Jul. 5th, 2007|06:10 pm] |
I'm interested in your responses to this article:
Engadget Article: "Apple's Little Problem"
When are two pieces of media too close for comfort? How can you tell the difference between ripping off someone else and coming up with something very similar just because it's...a good idea? Is Apple in the wrong, or are these artists getting their panties in a bunch over something excusable?
Thoughts? |
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| Q |
[Jun. 18th, 2007|12:38 am] |
Shout-out to all my fellow lit-dorks: what should I read? I need some good, thick, satisfying FICTION. Here's what's currently on my plate:
Have Read (2007): Fiction Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen Locked Rooms, Laurie R. King
Nonfiction Gödel, Escher, Bach: an Eternal Golden Braid , Douglas Hofstadter Descartes' Baby, Paul Bloom Brain & Culture, Bruce Wexler The Elegant Universe: Superstrings, Hidden Dimensions, and the Quest for the Ultimate Theory, Brian Greene
Religious Revelations of Divine Love, Julian of Norwich
Currently Reading: The Complete Short Stories, Flannery O'Connor Introductory Statistics with R, Peter Dalgaard The Rational Imagination, Ruth Byrne The Qur'an
Note the distinct lack of light reading this year. (Much of my reading has in fact been peer-reviewed journal articles. Thrilling!) HELP ME.
Thanks. |
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[May. 16th, 2007|04:37 pm] |
I've no doubt shared this with some of you before, but this video just does not ever cease to entertain me:
Narcoleptic Pomeranian. |
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| kenosis |
[May. 13th, 2007|10:06 am] |
From an interview with Quaker George Ellis:
Dr. Ellis: In relation to Iraq, I want to read to you — when I got the [Templeton] prize, I got a lot of e-mails, and some of it was very interesting. This is from a man called David Christie. He says as follows: "In 1967, I was a young officer in a Scottish battalion engaged in peacekeeping duties in Aden town and what is now Yemen. The situation was similar to Iraq, with people being killed everyday. As always, those who suffered the most were the innocent local people. Not only were we tough, but we had the power to pretty well destroy the whole town had we wished." This is the British Army. "But we had a commanding officer who understood how to make peace, and he led us to do something very unusual: not to react when we were attacked. Only if we were a 100 percent certain that a particular person had thrown a grenade or fired a shot at us were we allowed to fire. During our tour of duty, we had 102 grenades thrown at us. And in response, the battalion fired with a grand total of two shots, killing one grenade-thrower.
"The cost to us was over 100 of our own men wounded and, surely by the grace of God, only one killed. When they threw rocks at us, we stood fast. When they threw grenades, we hit the deck and after the explosions, we got to our feet and stood fast. We did not react in anger or indiscriminately. This was not the anticipated reaction. Slowly, very slowly, the local people began to trust us and made it clear to the local terrorists that they were not welcome in their area. At one stage, neighboring battalions were having a horrid time with attacks. We were playing soccer with the locals. We had, in fact, brought peace to the area at the cost of our own blood. How had this been achieved? Principally, because we were led by a man, who, every soldier in the battalion knew would die for him if required. Each soldier in turn came to be prepared to sacrifice himself for such a man. Many people may sneer that we were merely obeying orders. But this was not the case. Our commanding officer was more highly regarded by his soldiers than the general, one might almost say, loved. So gradually, the heart of the peacemaker began to grow in the men and determination to succeed, whatever the cost. Probably, most of the soldiers, like myself, only realized years afterwards what had been achieved."
That is kenosis in action. In a strange situation, an army armed to the teeth but acting in a way in which they were sacrificing because they were wounded, and they didn't take revenge unless they were 100 percent certain what they were doing.
Ms. Tippett: This is an example, I think, of the question, how do you prove this?
Dr. Ellis: Yeah.
Ms. Tippett: You prove it by telling stories, right?
Dr. Ellis: Yeah.
Ms. Tippett: You point at it when you see it?
Dr. Ellis: Yes. Yes. And my — I don't know if V.V. Raman is here, my friend V.V. Raman. In relation to the September 11th event, he has said the following: 'The situation would've been totally different if the following had happened: If the president of the United States, once it was established that al-Qaeda was responsible had said, "I do not understand why you did this. I want to meet with you in some neutral country so that you can tell me why you acted in the way you did." If that had been what had happened, it would've been exactly the — not the reaction, which they had expected. It would've been totally the opposite of what they had thought. I'm not saying it would have changed things, but it would at least have had a chance of producing a totally different outcome.'
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[T]he Christian paradox is that the true nature of power is in weakness and suffering. That is the true nature of power. And it is transformative. And the point about — if you talk about security, the underlying question is what's the true nature of security? And the answer is very simple. You are secure if you have no enemies. That's where security lies. So how do you change enemies into friends is the true question which underlies true security.
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| kittenz! |
[May. 11th, 2007|12:05 pm] |
What have i been doing for the past month?
Why, bottle-feeding, of course!

These guys were 2 weeks old when facilities management pulled them out of the electrical generator behind our building while they were in the middle of the big construction project that's going on there. I happened to be using my sneaky short-cut up the back stairs of the building into the service entrance at the time, on my way to stats class. I collected all three of the babies in one hand, immediately turned around, and forsook stats class for a trip to the vet.
Now they are six weeks old, quite fat, and getting ready to go to their new homes! I'm so proud.
(You can see a few more photos here). |
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[Apr. 24th, 2007|08:03 pm] |
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[Apr. 5th, 2007|03:21 pm] |
All right, here it comes:
The Weird Things Meme (i.e., six incredibly weird things about me).
1. When I daydream or imagine things, I enter an almost full-sensory experience with intense detail. On the one hand, this has led to me being a pretty decent writer/storyteller. On the other hand, it leads to me being prone to talk out whatever scenario’s going on in my head, WITHOUT BEING AWARE I’M TALKING. (For example, if I am constructing some sort of dialogue or conversation in my head, this is almost always bound to happen to some degree or another.) Often I also make weird faces.
My full-sensory imaginative capacities have also led to weird thing #2:
2. Bizarre fears and anxieties. I have a number of really vivid fears regarding my eyes. The first is the fear that I will get a paper cut on my eye. The second involves three-ring binders. Even on Lexapro, I cannot use binders because of the full-color horrors that run through my head whenever I hear one snap closed. It might snap closed on my eye.
Gah. Makes me feel all weezly-weezly just writing about it. Gah…heebie jeebies!!!
3. Oddly Satisfying Pleasures: Using the “stop requested” cord on the bus. I like the way you pull it and it goes “ding!” I also really enjoy dusting things, because I like to see the way the surface transforms and all the color and gloss comes back. Saying new words is another source of odd pleasure for me. If I have learned a new word, particularly in a foreign language, I may try it out (sometimes repeatedly) as I walk along the sidewalk back to my car.
4. Whenever I am in a situation where I or someone with whom I am conversing brings up the subject of the Hampton Roads Bridge-Tunnel in any way (such as, “Crap, trying to go through the tunnel at rush hour on Friday is going to be hell,”) I hear a particular line from LOTR in my head. You know that part of the Two Towers movie where Frodo asks, “Are you saying there’s another way into Mordor?” And Gollum responds, “There’s a path…and some stairs, and then…a tunnel.” Yeah, I hear “tunnel” in Gollum’s voice every time the Hampton Roads Bridge-Tunnel is discussed.
5. Ever since having worked at Camp Royall, I have found “flapping” (i.e. repetitive rocking and hand-flapping motions that resemble the stereotyped self-stim behaviors of autistic individuals) to be incredibly soothing. Typically, this is something I only engage in while in the privacy of my own home—or, increasingly, in my office in Gilmer with the door closed. (Often a response to a particularly trying meeting). I started trying it out because I always want to get better insight into the minds of the children I work with. What is it, I wondered, that they get out of that weird, repetitive behavior? Well, now I know the answer: marked reduction in stress and anxiety. Now what I want to know is…is this true for other people? Try it out sometime, let me know how it goes.
6. My given name seems to have been almost completely usurped by a typo. That's right, even my own boyfriend now calls me "The Sonk" almost exclusively. And when I say "almost exclusively" I don't mean that most of the time he calls me "The Sonk" and the rest of the time calls me by the real name. I mean that most of the time he calls me "The Sonk" and the rest of the time is about evenly divided among "The Sleep," "The Burp," and, most charmingly, "Butts." I don't think he has actually used my real name for almost a year now.
So that's six weird things about me! |
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