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Done with another week.
Jun. 5th, 2006 12:11 amTomorrow, I start my second internship at the Ypsilanti public library. No work at Ann Arbor that day, which is good, nothing to get too frazzled over - but from there on out, it's double duty to the maximum for the rest of the summer. Watch me work and drive and work some more! Yep. It's that kind of life, and it's all for the credit. Probably good for me, anyway - gives me less time to bum about the house and eat food that is unhealthy for me. this month's schedule is pretty well plotted out. So here goes the real fun, and let's see how it turns out, hey?
Today, though, I'm down to the last boss battle of Sora's mode (two forms, apparently), and I finally put up all the posters that I wanted to around me room. There's a lot on my walls now, although some part of my artistic sense wants a few more things (which I have, if I wanted to put them up) to go up on the walls to make the remaining white space seem less standout. I'll have to get more posters for that, though and that requires money I don't really need to spend right now.
Also, got allergy meds today, took one: no effect. Whatever this sinus-y thing is, it's not allergies. Might just be a bad head cold. Although I'm kind of worried that it's something more serious now and that I may want to think about going to see a doc about it. It's bearable, but it's still here, and I don't like that idea.
Lessons to us all: Why Wimpy (and the majority of Americans) should be worried about their habits. There's a balance that has to be struck there, obviously, as one cannot Scrooge oneself either, but for not, I think the majority of the populace would do better trying to work out their tendency towards temporal myopia.
Another thing that I think Iv'e either seen around or linked to before (I'm having deja vu aabout deja vu... wait, ahven't I already made this joke before?): The power of the self-fulfilling prophecy, or: what Wiccans, Buddhas, Yogis, and people who do wondrous and miraculous things know that you don't. When we say "it's all in your head", we're almost right. A lot of it is in your head, though.
The universe has decided that I would enjoy having this link sent to me after my tirade about science yesterday: Canadian official nab seventeen suspected terrorists, who were apparently planning on building an ammonium nitrate (That's fertilizer, kids) bomb - the same kind that was used in Oklahoma City. So these might be the radical remnant that I was talking about, the ones that might actually want to be terrorists. Still, there's plenty of law-abiding scientists and potential scientists that are hurt by draconian controls on chemicals. (Besides, as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aoanla notes, every person who wants to get kids interested in science should have an experiment that makes things explode.)
A small Whiskey Tango Foxtrot: A 19-year-old is accused of killing an 18-year-old over spilt beer. Of course, what those two underage were doing in a bar in the first place is of interest, too, but killing someone over spilt beer? That's as ridiculous as killing someone because of the shoes they wear.
The bigger, much bigger Whiskey Tango Foxtrot has to do with the account of one Carol Fisher, apparently assaulted by police near the time of the State of the Union because she put up anti-Bush posters. The previous link, and this one that follows (Uppity Cleveland womand carted to psych hospital...) detail an account, apparently, where after being threatened with a fine if she didn't take down her posters, was then seized, ground into the sidewalk, arrested, then taken to a hospital for inquiry and sanity examination. The account is incredible, and seems incredible through it's sheer incredibility (colloquial, literal, colloquial), and, in previous times, would appear as a possible aberration or vendetta by a particular police officer or unit. These days, though, especially after hearing what went on with our local protesters around the time of the election two years ago (federal marshals were there and were being very clear about where they could and couldn't be), the account becomes somewhat more credible. Not enough for me to believe it fully, but enough for me to wonder if things like this do go on. Also, it has been three or four months since the incident occurred, so the lady is probably out and back to postering. There's salt over there on the table, take as much as you need.
Still, the commentary can be interesting to read - support or vilification, either way there's a lot of fire and brimstone being tossed about. Plenty of stories about trickery the police will use to add charges, like resisting arrest, to your sheet if they don't like you. Have things gone so far in the ideological war that expressing an opinion different to the one in the White house, or the police precinct will get you arrested? I don't think so - the protesters don't regularly get arrested (although they do get the occasional proctologist's salute) and there aren't agents who burst into your homes and drag you away for blogging an opinion critical to the government. We're not there yet. Although it seems every day that we take a step or two closer to that. If I should disappear, I'll at least know where they buried Jimmy Hoffa.
Last thing for tonight: Since we're all going to hell as it is, why not go while there's a party on?
Today, though, I'm down to the last boss battle of Sora's mode (two forms, apparently), and I finally put up all the posters that I wanted to around me room. There's a lot on my walls now, although some part of my artistic sense wants a few more things (which I have, if I wanted to put them up) to go up on the walls to make the remaining white space seem less standout. I'll have to get more posters for that, though and that requires money I don't really need to spend right now.
Also, got allergy meds today, took one: no effect. Whatever this sinus-y thing is, it's not allergies. Might just be a bad head cold. Although I'm kind of worried that it's something more serious now and that I may want to think about going to see a doc about it. It's bearable, but it's still here, and I don't like that idea.
Lessons to us all: Why Wimpy (and the majority of Americans) should be worried about their habits. There's a balance that has to be struck there, obviously, as one cannot Scrooge oneself either, but for not, I think the majority of the populace would do better trying to work out their tendency towards temporal myopia.
Another thing that I think Iv'e either seen around or linked to before (I'm having deja vu aabout deja vu... wait, ahven't I already made this joke before?): The power of the self-fulfilling prophecy, or: what Wiccans, Buddhas, Yogis, and people who do wondrous and miraculous things know that you don't. When we say "it's all in your head", we're almost right. A lot of it is in your head, though.
The universe has decided that I would enjoy having this link sent to me after my tirade about science yesterday: Canadian official nab seventeen suspected terrorists, who were apparently planning on building an ammonium nitrate (That's fertilizer, kids) bomb - the same kind that was used in Oklahoma City. So these might be the radical remnant that I was talking about, the ones that might actually want to be terrorists. Still, there's plenty of law-abiding scientists and potential scientists that are hurt by draconian controls on chemicals. (Besides, as
aoanla notes, every person who wants to get kids interested in science should have an experiment that makes things explode.) A small Whiskey Tango Foxtrot: A 19-year-old is accused of killing an 18-year-old over spilt beer. Of course, what those two underage were doing in a bar in the first place is of interest, too, but killing someone over spilt beer? That's as ridiculous as killing someone because of the shoes they wear.
The bigger, much bigger Whiskey Tango Foxtrot has to do with the account of one Carol Fisher, apparently assaulted by police near the time of the State of the Union because she put up anti-Bush posters. The previous link, and this one that follows (Uppity Cleveland womand carted to psych hospital...) detail an account, apparently, where after being threatened with a fine if she didn't take down her posters, was then seized, ground into the sidewalk, arrested, then taken to a hospital for inquiry and sanity examination. The account is incredible, and seems incredible through it's sheer incredibility (colloquial, literal, colloquial), and, in previous times, would appear as a possible aberration or vendetta by a particular police officer or unit. These days, though, especially after hearing what went on with our local protesters around the time of the election two years ago (federal marshals were there and were being very clear about where they could and couldn't be), the account becomes somewhat more credible. Not enough for me to believe it fully, but enough for me to wonder if things like this do go on. Also, it has been three or four months since the incident occurred, so the lady is probably out and back to postering. There's salt over there on the table, take as much as you need.
Still, the commentary can be interesting to read - support or vilification, either way there's a lot of fire and brimstone being tossed about. Plenty of stories about trickery the police will use to add charges, like resisting arrest, to your sheet if they don't like you. Have things gone so far in the ideological war that expressing an opinion different to the one in the White house, or the police precinct will get you arrested? I don't think so - the protesters don't regularly get arrested (although they do get the occasional proctologist's salute) and there aren't agents who burst into your homes and drag you away for blogging an opinion critical to the government. We're not there yet. Although it seems every day that we take a step or two closer to that. If I should disappear, I'll at least know where they buried Jimmy Hoffa.
Last thing for tonight: Since we're all going to hell as it is, why not go while there's a party on?
