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I found one broken thing at work.
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I've decided that the June Carter Cash of "Walk the line" is not the same as the person in her autobiography, though maybe it's just two sides of the same person. In the book she's more religious and more of a mourner. I get the idea that when she gets a crush on someone, her response is not to have an affair, but to become his "mother." The book goes into tragedies of hers and others, how she worries about others, how she can't help having negative stereotypes and acting on them sometimes, and sometimes magical good moments.
I don't like her writing style--she jumps into the detail, it's hard to figure out what it's all about. She goes for emotion rather than fact. I was looking for fact. There were a total of two sentences about her first marriage. Oh, well.
And there were no other books about her next to this one in the Fine Arts Library on campus.
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Today I tried a new way to get home because I forgot my gym bag at work. See, they lock the doors and turn on the alarm system at work at 5:00 pm, so by the time I'd gotten back up the hill and stood around outside the door, hoping someone would come out so I could get in, there was no way I could have made it to the gym in time for class.
I dress rather casually at work, but I decided that although I could totally get away with just wearing socks or bare feet, since that's what we all do, I couldn't make do wearing khaki's and a long-sleeved t-shirt in class.
So my next plan was to rush home somehow. I know that riding the CR/RR shuttle home, I get home at 5:55. And riding the #7 to Duval and 51st and walking the rest of the way home, it takes even longer since that bus comes later. (Also, walking all the way home would take me until about 6:15.)
So I tried getting off in the middle of the CR/RR route, just before the bus zooms past my house on a long loop from which my stop is the last one. I wasn't really familiar with the area around 45th and Airport, but I'd already decided it would be ugly, frustrating, and maybe dangerous to head down Airport to 35 to home. So I took some road that paralleled the railroad tracks next to Airport to 51st and went home from there.
I saw the bus pass my stop as I approached it. So I know it took me 3 minutes longer to get off early and walk than it would have to have just ridden the bus.
At this point I started to think I remembered that indigo_rose, who I normally meet at the gym, was going to be out of town today. So I checked her calendar she very politely put on line and confirmed it. So I didn't go to class, but I did get some good walking in.
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Then Robin and I watched "Brokeback Mountain." You know, I've had about enough stories of people who are married but love someone else more to last me quite a while.
I'm glad this film was well received and had a surprisingly large audience. Maybe a few people who think they don't have a problem with gay people, just with gay marriage, will broaden their views. To me it feels like everyone loves the film because, wow, who knew that gay men could actually love each other?
What I most noticed was a lot of male stereotypes. This brought about questions like, hey, if neither person in the relationship talks, how do you even know you have a relationship? By the fighting, of course. Okay, I'm exaggerating, but it was still weird. I got a similar feeling while watching "Fight Club," like maybe men really are different somehow from women, and how can half the population be this alien to me and I never noticed?
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It's so, so fun reading journals sometimes. One guy just bought his first house and is loving it. One guy just got offered a fabulous, totally different new job, on the other side of the country, in a city he likes, where he already knows people, and with big bonuses, and he took it. And those two guys are the same guy! (His current plan to rent out his house.)
One guy's basement was flooded which took out his water heater. When people finally came to take out the heater and install the new one, they said there was no way they could get the new water heater into the basement, nor could they get the old one out. Apparently the old one was placed there using mystical skill these gentlemen lacked. They recommended he get a tiny water heater. Oh, and I didn't mention it, but it's the same guy. (His current plan is to fix the flood damage before moving away and renting the place out.)
A different guy is doing modern dance on an unfinished building. After recent rains, he's had to help squeegee the building down. Because when dancers are running up to the edge and then turning suddenly to run back in the other direction, they do no want to be skidding off the third floor into the audience instead.
An Australian freelance writer is in the middle of a whirlwind tour of the United States where she has set up meetings with writers she admires. Isn't that awesome?
One person rode her bike (for the second this year), and she went 5.5 miles into town, uphill both ways (well, part was uphill and part was downhill, both ways), and came back in the dark, with no lights. Her companion on this trip made a detour on the way over to help a woman in distress to walk her horse home. On the way back, he provided light.
**
I've decided that the June Carter Cash of "Walk the line" is not the same as the person in her autobiography, though maybe it's just two sides of the same person. In the book she's more religious and more of a mourner. I get the idea that when she gets a crush on someone, her response is not to have an affair, but to become his "mother." The book goes into tragedies of hers and others, how she worries about others, how she can't help having negative stereotypes and acting on them sometimes, and sometimes magical good moments.
I don't like her writing style--she jumps into the detail, it's hard to figure out what it's all about. She goes for emotion rather than fact. I was looking for fact. There were a total of two sentences about her first marriage. Oh, well.
And there were no other books about her next to this one in the Fine Arts Library on campus.
**
Today I tried a new way to get home because I forgot my gym bag at work. See, they lock the doors and turn on the alarm system at work at 5:00 pm, so by the time I'd gotten back up the hill and stood around outside the door, hoping someone would come out so I could get in, there was no way I could have made it to the gym in time for class.
I dress rather casually at work, but I decided that although I could totally get away with just wearing socks or bare feet, since that's what we all do, I couldn't make do wearing khaki's and a long-sleeved t-shirt in class.
So my next plan was to rush home somehow. I know that riding the CR/RR shuttle home, I get home at 5:55. And riding the #7 to Duval and 51st and walking the rest of the way home, it takes even longer since that bus comes later. (Also, walking all the way home would take me until about 6:15.)
So I tried getting off in the middle of the CR/RR route, just before the bus zooms past my house on a long loop from which my stop is the last one. I wasn't really familiar with the area around 45th and Airport, but I'd already decided it would be ugly, frustrating, and maybe dangerous to head down Airport to 35 to home. So I took some road that paralleled the railroad tracks next to Airport to 51st and went home from there.
I saw the bus pass my stop as I approached it. So I know it took me 3 minutes longer to get off early and walk than it would have to have just ridden the bus.
At this point I started to think I remembered that indigo_rose, who I normally meet at the gym, was going to be out of town today. So I checked her calendar she very politely put on line and confirmed it. So I didn't go to class, but I did get some good walking in.
**
Then Robin and I watched "Brokeback Mountain." You know, I've had about enough stories of people who are married but love someone else more to last me quite a while.
I'm glad this film was well received and had a surprisingly large audience. Maybe a few people who think they don't have a problem with gay people, just with gay marriage, will broaden their views. To me it feels like everyone loves the film because, wow, who knew that gay men could actually love each other?
What I most noticed was a lot of male stereotypes. This brought about questions like, hey, if neither person in the relationship talks, how do you even know you have a relationship? By the fighting, of course. Okay, I'm exaggerating, but it was still weird. I got a similar feeling while watching "Fight Club," like maybe men really are different somehow from women, and how can half the population be this alien to me and I never noticed?
**
It's so, so fun reading journals sometimes. One guy just bought his first house and is loving it. One guy just got offered a fabulous, totally different new job, on the other side of the country, in a city he likes, where he already knows people, and with big bonuses, and he took it. And those two guys are the same guy! (His current plan to rent out his house.)
One guy's basement was flooded which took out his water heater. When people finally came to take out the heater and install the new one, they said there was no way they could get the new water heater into the basement, nor could they get the old one out. Apparently the old one was placed there using mystical skill these gentlemen lacked. They recommended he get a tiny water heater. Oh, and I didn't mention it, but it's the same guy. (His current plan is to fix the flood damage before moving away and renting the place out.)
A different guy is doing modern dance on an unfinished building. After recent rains, he's had to help squeegee the building down. Because when dancers are running up to the edge and then turning suddenly to run back in the other direction, they do no want to be skidding off the third floor into the audience instead.
An Australian freelance writer is in the middle of a whirlwind tour of the United States where she has set up meetings with writers she admires. Isn't that awesome?
One person rode her bike (for the second this year), and she went 5.5 miles into town, uphill both ways (well, part was uphill and part was downhill, both ways), and came back in the dark, with no lights. Her companion on this trip made a detour on the way over to help a woman in distress to walk her horse home. On the way back, he provided light.