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So in today's paper was an article about a drifter who allegedly stabbed four people in NYC, three of them tourists. It turns out that he's from the Boston area and is alleged to have gone unquestioned... the backlash against feminism continues apace, it seems. *sigh* I'd better vote while I still have it. And it still looks like a not-wealthy Mediterranean native at the time didn't have access to that I do.)



The Blind Girl, by Nathalia Crane

In the darkness, who would cavil o'er the question of whether animals have souls and in so doing provides a cogent explanation of the development of souls that satisfies both the intellect and the heart. Well, mine, anyway; nothing works for everyone. But I think this subject applies as much to WD last night, without the lockpicking, and he gave me to make a long story short, maelithil came with me and held my hand while I got my hair cut off. And then Tigerlily took a picture of myself holding them both, because I'm greedy like that.

However, I also arrived to... well, I wrote this last night. Needless to say, I also found hot combs in it. Have I written about them here before? About the metal combs that my mother used to put in the fire on the stove, then either simmer for 4 hours, checking to make sure we're gone. I may possibly however be freaking.

Jesus in heaven I have to fall over or till the neighbors call the cops, whichever comes first!

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[xiphias.livejournal.com]

Okay, that's WAY better than most of the LJ autoposts I've seen so far.

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

*laugh* Thanks.

My favorite is still that of a friend's, which mashed up several of her fanfics into one glorious orgy.

[juliansinger.livejournal.com]

Oh, I like this.

Also, this (Needless to say, I also found hot combs in it) made me giggle.

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

*giggles with you* It's really an amusing widget. LJ is being all bread-and-circuses with it, and I wish it didn't *automatically* post the results, but still.

Alternate #2

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

An MBTA flexible pass will still function after having been stuck in a washing machine for a week.
This cold makes me sound rather like The Littlest Jagermonster.
Balsamic vinegar is sadly wasted on a person with no sense of smell.
OTOH, changing diapers is not nearly as onerous.
tibicina is a great houseguest -- well, we already knew that. *grin*


So, I hear people muse about cultural appropriation, about people taking elements of other cultures than those they 'belong' to, and using them without really understanding them or otherwise misusing them.

Now, I generally believe that culture is learned, not genetic, so people who honestly are interested in a culture are entirely capable of learning it. (Hence my use of Scare Quotes around 'belonging' above.) For example, I roll my eyes at well-to-do children who affect the poses of hoodlums -- but that has to do that.

(And I haven't even mentioned multiple viewpoints yet.
The meta-issue of what participation or non-participation in this week means. I can see how many more Penny Evanses there are...

Ballad of Penny Evans
by Steve Goodman

My name is Penny Evans and my age is twenty-one
I'm a widow of the war that was fought in Vietnam
I have two baby daughters - thank God I have no memory of this, but I've noticed myself being extremely paranoid about Joshua falling down the stairs.

2) I am utterly fascinated by glass art; in my next life I want to do more in Boston, take more advantage of living in a major city, and at about the same time as the larger versions of their flavor, without worrying about which pans are dirty vs wet vs dry. I would spend more total time baking, but in smaller iterations, meaning less disruption for my roommates and Mael and all the pigeons are. I don't know what to do when I agree with that rhetoric? Am I not noticing when someone I agree with supports their argument with demonizing rhetoric, or when I agree with her.

Except. Her 'good' examples involve protagonists who are White and male; her 'bad' examples involve female and/or Black characters. The subtext of her essay seems to me that she thinks the people who once lived in that house. People are so fond of saying "it's only things", but things mean something, especially to people who don't have much. I don't know if the adjacent buildings were damaged but it's likely. If he did I think he thinks it makes me waver between being annoyed, being amused, and being amazed. What I think is that race doesn't exist biologically, but it does socially; racism thrives and even expands when people don't talk about it and so let it go unchallenged, so because it flourishes in the darkness who would answer, in the darkness who would care,
If the odor of the roses and the wing'ed things were there?

In the darkness who would answer, in the darkness who would care,
If the odor of the roses and the wing'ed things were there?

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[xiphias.livejournal.com]

My name is Penny Evans and my age is twenty-one
I'm a widow of the war that was fought in Vietnam
I have two baby daughters - thank God I have no memory of this, but I've noticed myself being extremely paranoid about Joshua falling down the stairs.

Am I bad that this made me laugh out loud?

Re: Alternate #2

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

You surely are --- and so am I. I fell over laughing at that.

Alternate #3

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

On this Fourth of July, I'm going to create, print, write, address, and label them this summer, and bundle them for December. All they'll need will be stamps and mailbox-putting-inning. I'm doing this because I wanted to post a link to an ongoing societal question of how much I appreciated Cassie and Capa's quietly warm intimacy, because then I'd write about the concept? And I owe the word 'change' overtime.

5) I wish I could show you the accompanying picture; it looks like a not-wealthy Mediterranean native at the time of the blessing is nigh,
We will dance for the birth of another good year.

And time is a river, we know it most likely won't. Still... people are beginning to bleed, but it's still really cute.

Alternate #4

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

Watching the Oscars always makes me think archaeological sites and objects are worth preserving from pillage and destruction not least so they can tell us and our even-better-equipped descendants about the past, and lets me believe that I never knew I had curls before. I always pictured my unrelaxed hair as some undifferentiated fuzz that needed relaxing to resolve into separate hairs. And I found out that the kind of relaxer I wanted actually existed, all this time (it's called a texturizer, and it just loosens the curls a little, it doesn't straighten them). It's ironic; I went to my friends' wedding and have hardly talked about said friends so far in my account; I'd better start already. I mean, I have never seen a better ring-bearer than R2D2, or heard music more majestic than themes from Star Wars played on a huge organ. Watching H come up the aisle in a dress the color of the glow, evenings,
at the end of their tails.
Cook as desired. White wine, butter, and garlic are all suggested accompaniments.

I don't ever intend to cook snails without a good reason (just not interested) but the Minoans loved them so I definetely want to know why. What caused her so much emotional distress as a child? Why and how does she think having a gay father did so?

I really wish that people in the US conflate race, ethnicity, class, and culture, as if those four features of a person's existence were the same thing. *giggle*

Yay, dinner parties. :)

[eleccham.livejournal.com]

It's a Travesty Generator (http://www.jwz.org/dadadodo)!

I especially like the Markov chain ones. Once upon a time, long ago, I built a huge corpus of text - the Bible, the Qu'ran, the Bhagavad-Gita, some bizarre conspiracy theory stuff, a little bit of hatemongers' speeches... and fed the whole lot into a Markov chain-style travesty generator.

When I saw what had come out of it, I wiped the entire set from my hard drive. I was pretty sure I'd heard people preaching it before.

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

So *that's* what it is!

*runs off to play with Travesties*