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29.9.03

I'm trying to feng shui my cubicle.

but if feng shui is wind and water, and there is no breeze in an air-sealed building, and water fountains make noise, how can there be wind and water?

...my cube farm is awfully unbalanced.

when i moved to this cube i got a plant. it's growing happily and i think it needs a bigger pot. it's the sort with the dark green leaves with white patterns and purple undersides. it makes a nice feathery pattern.

instant paranoia what with the back of the chair to the door. chi must have been smacking me unawares. i have put a mirror in the corner; it allows me to see things that happen behind me. people make jokes about it. i think they're jealous.

i have further acquired a lovely red currant-scented candle.

and a bubbly blue mouse pad.

they're so jealous.

Labels: work

scrawled @ 20:56

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25.9.03

i am an infp.

i ought to be in Gryffindor.

i am a (liberal) Quaker.

i would be a hobbit.

this must be what happened to narcissus.

Labels: tests

scrawled @ 17:43

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18.9.03

It's finally starting to get cool, here, where I live. Which means it's only going up to 85 today. Still, the mornings are cool and foggy and at night it almost gets comfortable. I'll have to bring the cactus inside soon, which is quite a pity because it's been growing so well. We had a friend over the other day who used to be a landscaper (a climate zone or two north of here, but she likes native plants) to look at our yard. Apparently we're going to get lots of white indian hawthornes, some trumpet vines .. She was quite impressed that we actually have a hibiscus bush growing, and flowering nearly as well as the crape myrtle.

There was a rosebush - we thought we'd killed it when we stained the deck last year, and it's certainly never shown a bud, but the stems have grown back. We planted another rosebush in the front yard, too, but it's thoroughly dead, now. There's a vibrantly healthy creeping succulent vine growing around it. The vine has pink flowers and it's doing quite well in the shade there under the oak. I'm sure it's all for the best.

Labels: texas

scrawled @ 14:10

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17.9.03

there is a lake and in the morning in spring water rises off like dancers lifting their souls, and in the afternoon it is warm, and at night it mirrors the stars. there are children that live across the lake and they play. there is a dog that lives across the lake, and there is a dog that lives to one side, and there is a dog that lives to the other side. there is a lake and the lake is surrounded by hills, tall, green, bird-loving hills with deer and chipmunks and moss. there is a kind of salamander that lives in the lake. there is a lake and it has a muddy floor that moves through toes and covers them. there is a family of bullfrogs that sings a fine chorus in the evening. there is a lake and lightning hits it and cracks the sky, and the sky falls down and fills the lake. there is rain, and cloud, and sunrise and sunset. there is a lake with fish, great green fish that grant wishes when they are caught and contemplation when they are eaten. there are seasons upon the lake, and in fall the leaves blur the edge, and in winter the ice seals the edge, and in spring the waterlilies grow.

Labels: writing

scrawled @ 16:33

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16.9.03

The proliferation of blogs fascinates me. i had a web page ages ago - i was still living at home then, i might have been twelve or thirteen - and i put things there i would never dream of telling anyone. but it was oddly safe for being so thoroughly public.

i could hardly call myself a trendsetter: it was over a decade ago that i stopped updating that thing. so long ago that geocities really did delete it.

but i read a blog the other day that said 'i hope my family doesn't read this.' so nothing seems to have changed on the internet - except that all those people busted. poor techies.

it strikes me now, too, that i am now who i wanted to be then. which is the most beyond inconceivable thing i've ever come across, really. that i was that little obnoxious whacked-out kid and i grew up (that, really, i somehow survived at all) into me. that i could do that much of a one-eighty.

i kind of wish i still had that old web page. god, but i was tempestuous.

Labels: blogging

scrawled @ 21:20

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1.9.03

*not very factual on motorcycles either

which means: just in case you're worried about something, or notice some particular item, or think i'm talking about you, well, maybe i've fictionalized this. Maybe it makes for more interesting writing for all of us if it's a little more extreme than it might otherwise have been. Maybe i like to take things farther than they go. And then again, maybe i don't.

For some real pretend answers, see here.

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Labels: writing

scrawled @ 15:02

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