Mar. 8th, 2011 10:24 pm
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Question 1:  Unfortunately I didn't get to see her when I was out there.  Ran out of time, and by the time I got to San Diego I was pretty pooped out.

Question 2:  Oh do I ever have stories... we've had the guy who was constantly crashing the computers while looking at pr0n, there was the one drunk guy who would constantly get on the computers and promptly pass out (haven't seen him ever since we called 911 on him after he passed out in the john), and the one lady who tried to get me to override one of my coworkers when she got an answer she didn't like.  Rules are rules, tootsie!

But the worst one?  A guy who went to everyone asking to get him on a website so he could find someone to mess around with.  Sheesh!

Once again, I will answer questions, please reply in a comment to this entry.  I will not reveal your name unless you tell me to.
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In an effort to get me to look at this thing more often, ask me questions as a comment to this message.  I will reply as an added posting here, I won't reveal who asked the question unless you say so.

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Dec. 13th, 2010 11:22 am
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Today I officially move...  I bought a two-flat a couple weeks ago, and [ profile] clwolf81 and [ profile] caponex have moved in as housemates.  I had enough pieces though that I had to hire movers to bring the big pieces; as I write this they're moving the big couch.

But UGH, talk about a process.  I'll have a lot to toast at New Years.

Pictures are forthcoming as soon as I can get the film developed.
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IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

"In Flanders Fields", 3 May, 1915.
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD, Canadian Expeditionary Force (1872-1918)


Mar. 16th, 2010 10:41 pm
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"Who is your favorite author and why? Do you ever read fluff guilty pleasure stuff, if so can you give an example? What are you reading right now?"

I don't really have a "favorite" author per se.  Books are my business so I have to read or at least scan through a lot of stuff.  Recent favorites include Saylor and Maguire, among others.  I do read some fluff... though usually it's something comical that I see coming in that a patron has returned.

Right now I'm about to start on "The Story of Edgar Sawtelle" for our April book club.

[ profile] blklthrtn wrote: "Do you like Chicago? Would you live anywhere else?"

I do like Chicago.  I wouldn't have stayed for five years if I didn't.  But move somewhere else?  It's always a possibility.

As always, feel free to ask me a question; I will screen responses and post the answers.  Let me know if you want me to reveal you as the asker.
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I decided to do it too... maybe this year someone will actually ask me a question! :-)

Ask me a question as a comment to this entry.  Comments will be screened; I will respond to your questions in a separate post.  Let me know if you want me to identify you as the questioner.

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Pearls Before Swine, by Steve Pastis, Feburary 7, 2010.

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Before I post this, I want to say that the best thing we can do for the people of Haiti is to pray for them, that they will have the strength to deal with this catastrophe.

That being said, I think that after what he said, Pat Robertson (I agree with Keith Olbermann, he no longer deserves the title of "Reverend") has completely lost his mind, or is himself the tool of Satan. While I hadn't heard Limbaugh's commentary (but I didn't expect that even he would drop as far into the sewer as he did), I will let Mr. Olbermann's commentary speak for itself.

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Right now I'm sitting in a hotel room in downtown Phoenix, Arizona, decompressing from the past weekend.

Death is a part of the constant of human existence. Clotho spins the thread of life, Lachesis measures the length of the thread, and when the thread has ended, Atropos cuts the thread, ending the life. The myths have passed down through time; we each are born, we live the life that we live, and when the time comes, we pass on into the next world. But it's never easy for those of us who are still on this world.

I flew out here for Grandma's services on Thursday. Fortunately the weather cooperated; my plane landed at Sky Harbor Airport on time and I was able to grab my rental car and head on north. It was a pretty quiet wake and service; Grandma lived for so long that by the time she hit 101 years old, few if any of her contemporaries are left. Pretty much the immediate family were there: me, Dad, my aunt and her husband, my uncle and his wife, and all but one of my cousins (she couldn't make the trip now, but made it out to see Grandma before the end.) I think this will be one of the last gatherings of all of us, unfortunately. It's sad. But in a way, the only one of that side of the family I really got to know was Grandma: we didn't see my aunt or uncle on Mom's side nearly as much as we did the family on Dad's side.

I stayed long enough to see the gravediggers lower Grandma's casket into the grave beside my grandfather. I was her youngest grandchild, and the only child of her eldest daughter whom she lost seven years before. I know the tears were streaming down my face, and I was barely able to croak out the words that Grandma and I always traded when we ended a phone call or I left from a visit: "I love you, bye bye." I know she was there though, watching over us. Before the graveside service began, someone noticed feathers floating down from a large pine tree above us. Sure enough, there was a hawk up there enjoying a dove for lunch. Grandma was an avid birder, and she would have known in an instant what type of hawk it was. As the priest gave the final benediction, we heard a *thunk* as the hawk took off. Dad said that he thinks that was Grandma leaving us. Though as I walked away, I turned back. I think it was probably a figment of my imagination, but for a moment, I saw three figures: Mom, Grandfather Jekel, and Grandma, each as they appeared in their prime. I know they're together again, and I know I'll be with them again when my time comes.
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Margaret Louise Roark Jekel
October 7, 1908-December 14, 2009

My grandmother was a great lady.
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I am very very tired of sickness and death. Can we just cancel the rest of 2009 and go directly to 2010?

He's gone.

Nov. 25th, 2009 02:49 pm
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Marc passed away about 30-45 minutes ago.
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Because of Marc's illness and that I will probably be needed here, my trip to California has officially been cancelled.
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Miss you, Mom.

Judith Irene Jekel Cienfuegos
September 5, 1938-October 22, 2002

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I am in Room 554 of Weiss Memorial Hospital.  The doctors here say I have pancreatitis.  Prayers, thoughts, etc are appreciated.

And thanks to Chris for staying with me trhough out the hell that is ER.

8 years

Sep. 11th, 2009 03:08 pm
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I had just gotten the Escort back the day before, and had made arrangements to drive out to Riverside to finish off some research I had to do for a paper that I wanted to urn in to get rid of in Incomplete.  I woke up around 7:00 to my cell phone ringing, and it was a friend of mine whom I occasionally saw but hadn't heard from in a couple months.  He told me just to turn on the television, and that was about the same time that the first tower went down.  I woke up Poofy and got him into the living room, as well as  [ profile] azarsuerte who happened to have crashed at our place the night before.

I still had to go to Riverside, so I packed up my things and got going.  I had never seen the Hollywood Freeway through downtown Los Angeles so eerily empty during daylight.  I got to RPL and did my research; they had a network feed on CNN going all day.  On my way back I stopped by my friend Mike's place in Cucamonga, and we talked for a while while going through channels on TV.  The only stations that weren't running ongoing news feeds were Nickelodeon and TBN (The Brainwashing Network).  Some were running feeds from networks as far away as SABC in Cape Town and ABC in Sydney.  Even KCOP (which at the time was a UPN affiliate) had picked up the FOX network feeds.

A couple things that really stood out from those few days:

1. The footage of W being told and looking like he soiled himself.
2. Driving by Ontario Airport and seeing the Freeway Vision signs say "ONT AIRPORT CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE" and later seeing signs that LAX and the portions of Sepulveda that go through it were shut down tight.
3. Getting a message from a friend saying "If I have to see that fucking plane one more time..."
4. Getting a batch email from one of our professors saying that she had been en route home from Germany and was currently stuck in Paris.  (I mentioned to her when I saw her after term started that I could think of far worse places to be stuck in, and she laughed.)

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I turned 35 at approximately 3:15 this morning, Pacific Daylight Time.

I've spent the weekend rather quietly; [ profile] bootglove (da BEAR) and I hit Bear Night last night, and the Bear and [ profile] clwolf81 (Chris) and I went to Habana Libre (a Cuban restaurant in Noble Square that my good friend Marie and I discovered last year) for an early dinner, then to Sidetrack for some showtunes. A couple of others were hoping to come, but unfortunately circumstances got in the way. It's cool though.

I guess the past year has had a lot of changes and discovery. I've done a lot of traveling, have had a couple revelations, and frankly have figured out a few things. I guess that this next year is where I come to some decisions, and put them into practice.

C'est moi.

Aug. 21st, 2009 01:03 pm
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I had a thought this evening that seems to have stuck with me.

Is there such a thing as a hero?

Is there anyone who isn't deserving of a hero's aid?

If a person is deserving of aid, does he have the right to tell the hero to help someone else who is in more need of assistance?

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