May 19th, 2006


Folding Our New Wings

I am still pondering some things that I found myself feeling at a recent movie I saw. It's another one of those times when for a long time I can go without remembering a certain aspect of myself, and then something happens to remind me and I'm kind of surprised for a few days.

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Over watching 2 episodes of Dr Who, I put together my new small cabinet things (they were displayed as one large 2-part cabinet at IKEA. As I was about to move the old cabinet out to the trashed, I noticed that I could just take the drawer and wheels out of it, and with some removal of other parts, the old cabinet is still fine. This leaves me uncertain where to put the new cabinets. I may have slightly too much furniture due to this. Oh well.

My weekend plans will only involve Brecksville -- the arch of my right foot has been acting up for about a week, and now it occasionally throbs with pain sans reason. This is not likely to be good for dancing, and if I know I'm not going to Outland, I'm not keen to go to Columbus (better to wait until I can do everything I want there). I will probably leave tomorrow around 6ish and stay until Saturday night. I don't really have an ideal trip template in my mind for Brecksville, but I have such templates for Columbus, NYC, and (oddly) DC. I think this is because if Brecksville were devoid of family, I probably wouldn't ever visit it, and apart from visiting family, I don't do anything in Brecksville, while a trip alone to the other 3 places mentioned would probably be worth doing even if everyone I knew there were busy (has happened a few times) or I knew noone there.


Amerindian Marching Band

I have sketched my new apartment for you.

I am pleased that a community that I've been spending a bit of time helping has chosen to honour me with special technosocial status that helps help them better. It's nice to have these things recognised.


Order, Chaos, and Slapstick

Occasionally I misjudge people, or otherwise operate under a perspective that proves inaccurate. I think I've done so for someone, but a full apology is not warranted because I think my overall direction of my judgement was sound, but the strength of the assertion was off. I gave as much apology as was warranted when I found out (today), and am left a little bit humbled. Reflecting on things more fully, I see in my perspectives a fault born of thinking about life as a story. It's part of how when one is attracted to someone, it's hard to come to mentally position someone as something different than having interest, having dislike, or out of bounds. When someone says that they're simply disinterested in anything but very light social contact, it's hard to accept, but it can be true. This is a lesson that life has tried to teach me a number of times, and hopefully this time it'll stick with me. How I react is, of course, my perogative (within bounds of propriety, of course). I am inclined to disappear, which is always the easy and clean route, but I think that now that I know I have the strength of will to do so (having done it many times over the years), perhaps I should try to find a way to break the crush (and friendship interest?) without giving up on a social circle to do so. A position in a well-matched social circle is a precious thing.

Now, some interesting things: