November 3rd, 2003


You are in a maze of twisty black plastic passages, all alike

the_monstrosity was amazing. I worship at the alter of Wes and Steph (and too many other names to list here).

Colour me seriously impressed. Thank you thank you thank you for sharing that with me.

And long live the Vortex!

I didn't get to stay long, or party much, but I had such a great time. Despite the fact that P was too ill to join me.

In fact, P is still sick and still in Huntsville :( Hopefully, he'll make it to his conference in Baltimore tomorrow.

So wonderful to see old friends, and make a few new ones. Wishing I got to hang out with people a bit more. Next year :)

I miss you all already.

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Dear ldy-- text messages will be delivered to your phone showing YOUR time, which happens to be NEW YORK time, in addition to your local time, you stupid New Yawker, you.

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Let me take a quick moment to thank you, Otis, the Hilton Shuttle Driver, for being willing to drive me to the airport spur of the moment for the heck of it on a slow shuttle day. I hope you get to visit the Botanical Gardens again sometime soon, now that you believe that you are better equipped to appreciate it. May your days be brisk and interesting.

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I already miss my burgeoning Southern accent. It'th even thexier wiff teef in.

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I will not let my horrific grit experience or my dangerous Southern salad woes steer me away from Southern food in future. Someday, I may tell you about room service at the Hilton, the multiple phone calls, the three hour wait, the forays into random voicemails, the amazing disappearing and reappearing (one day later) breakfast order and the gluttony for punishment. Someday. The wounds are too fresh. Friends don't let friends dial 622. Or any of those darned extensions.

Mind you, the food, when it did arrive, was really quite good.

Save for the grits. Let us never mention the grits again.

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My cat is very happy to see me.

And I just helped M buy a book from her childhood. Bloody thing cost $70! Nutty.

And I hear that Z had his guitar signed by Joe Satriani, Steve Vai and Yngwie Malmsteen over the weekend. Joe gets top billing because he was the nicest, and Yngwie gets last because he (or his roadie) signed it behind closed doors. *sigh* Guess who needs a new guitar now :P

Five days from now, I'll finally get to see the boy play out.

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My writing in this journal has gone from semi-interesting and informational to blahblahblah. Need to change that.

My presence here will be erratic at best this week, and nonexistent next weekend. I will try to post pictures at some unspecified point in future.

No way I'll be able to catch back up with the lot of you. Hope you all had a fantabulous weekend, and have a week of adventures for me, K?

I have rehearsal tomorrow, a "take-back-the-karaoke" birthday party on Tuesday, and heavenknowswhat on Wednesday.

Oh, and that work thing. Keeps cutting into my day, that does.

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I miss you, both those of you I've had the pleasure to see in meatspace (hm, meetspace?), and those whose pixils I didn't get to immerse myself in online while I was away meetspacing this weekend. I'm blessed to know each and every one of you.

The complexity and absurdity of what could have been such a freaking SIMPLE sentence tells me it's time for bed.

Nightnight, LJ. :)

Hugs to those who need 'em, those who want 'em, and those who don't run away quickly enough
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Where are you? I'm in deep glurpieness, and several books, and am throwing my money at airlines

I'm trying to get all my Livejournal friends' locations plotted on a map - please add your location starting with this form.
(Then get your friends to!)

OK, this is pretty awesome. You just have to do it once, then you'll show up on your other friends' maps.

C'mon. You know you want to.

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Didn't go to rehearsal tonight. I feel like glurp. Going to go to bed soon, I think. I still have loads to do (including catching up on comments, posting photos, and making half a bazillion phone calls), but... glurp. Just gonna pay a couple bills, then call P and hit the hay.

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Heh. Just found charting options for my credit card usage.

I find this funny as hell.
consumer/airline whore
I tend to pay for just about everything with this card (and then pay it all off each month, to build my credit worthiness), so that's a LOT of traveling!

I bet the previous month was worse, though :P

And miles to go before I sleep...

Thinking a credit card that gives me miles might not be a bad idea.

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I've been listening to this all evening:
Two Zombies Later (from scottobear)

It reminds me of beatniksidearm and Tomorrowland and Las Vegas and Cosmopolitans.

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A dear friend of mine writes:
I've been involved in a truly inspiring story about a woman of extraordinary courage. Liz DiVivo was a 36 year old wife and mother of two lovely girls. And just a few months afte rshe finished her Master's degree, she suddenly was struck with a rare and incurable disease.

The story of her wait for two years for a double lung and heart transplant is one of the most gripping stories I have read in my life. Liz did get her transplant back at the beginning of August, 2003 --- and the amazing thing is, she was just released from the hospital and is on her way to a tremendous recovery.

I thought I should let you know because you can download a free ebook Liz wrote for the whole two years she was waiting for her transplant. I guarantee, you'll laugh, and you'll cry, but most of all, you'll take some rich lessons about life from this amazing woman. It is an easy read, with just a page for each day. It's called "Believing in Second Changes: The Story of a Life." You can read it with the Adobe Reader.

At the site they also have some great pictures of Liz and her family, and you can get up-to-the-minute updates on entries to her diary. If you want a get a dose of true inspiration, I recommend you visit there now, and read Liz's diary.

This is to those of you who have decent exposure... we have put together this eBook of basically Liz's online journal she kept for all this time, and we are attempting to have people download it, and with enough downloads, perhaps be able to pitch it to a real publisher who'd make a printed copy and give Liz and her family some much needed money (if you have any idea how much these things cost, you can imagine, even a book deal probably won't cover her expenses... but she is alive!)

This is mainly directed at Ldy, who has the power to not only get her friends to download this, but those friends to spread it to their friends. A real meme, so to speak.

Consider it done, Scooter.

If you can, folks, please do right-click on this link-- it's only a ten second dowload on broadband. I'm already in the middle of two other books, and yet am finding it a compelling read.

And please do pass on the link as well.

The rest of her site is here:

It's easy to become jaded in this online world, where so many people are not what they seem.

Take ten seconds and a chance, and open your heart just a wee bit, k?

Thanks :)

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Currently reading:
John Spence's Excellence by Design: Leadership
Eric Schlosser's Fast Food Nation
Liz DeVivo's Believing in Second Chances: A Story of Life

Currently rereading when I'm not on a plane (because it's too nice to take with):
newbabel's The Absent Lover

Currently rememorizing for a December production:
Tom Mula's Jacob Marley's Christmas Carol

Just finished:
Terry Pratchett's The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents

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OK, enough for now. Here's hoping I'm not coming down with the flu. I hope you're doing OK, too. *HUGGOS*

I will attempt to catch up with photos and comments and stuff... soon.
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