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1. If you're on my friends list, I want to know 35 things about you. I don't care if we never talk, or if we already know everything about each other. Short and sweet is fine.

2. Comment here with your answers and repost the questionnaire on your own journal.

01) Are you currently in a serious relationship?

02) What was your dream growing up?

03) What talent do you wish you had?

04) If I bought you a drink what would it be?

05) Favorite vegetable?

06) What was the last book you read?

07) What zodiac sign are you?

08) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.

09) Worst Habit?

10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?

11) What is your favorite sport?

12) Do you have a Pessimistic or Optimistic attitude?

13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?

14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?

15) Tell me one weird fact about you.

16) Do you have any pets?

17) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?

18) What was your first impression of me?

19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?

20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?

21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?

22) What color eyes do you have?

23) Ever been arrested?

24) Bottle or can soda?

25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?

26) What's your favorite place to hang out at?

27) Do you believe in ghosts?

28) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?

29) Do you swear a lot?

30) Biggest pet peeve?

31) In one word, how would you describe yourself?

32) Do you believe/appreciate romance?

33) Favorite and least favorite food?

34) Do you believe in God?

My small thought for the day: I love finding someone something I know they will love.

So I sat down to write this all out as soon as I woke up because it was one of the most intricate dreams I've had in a really long time.


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 Hey, LJ.

I think I'm in a Mood.

Nothing concrete to go on really, just a hunch.

The fact that I have listened to nothing but covers of Radiohead's No Surprises since I got up from my nap may be a Clue.

Whenever I am in a Mood (and I have many Moods) I generally feel like I can see a different Mood from where I'm standing, like Happy, or Calm, or Silly is just right over there.

Like "I just need to stop being in this Mood and start being in that one." 

I'm always searching for the mental muscle I need to contract or relax that will make that happen. Music can do it at times. Movies can. Books can. Certain things can throw me over, but I've never developed much of a talent for flipping myself from one to another.

Unless some intervention occurs (and I can be very resistant to intervention at times, have a tendency to wallow) usually once I'm in a Mood I'm stuck in it for a bit and have to ride it out. Frustration, which I've dealt with a lot lately at my temporary reassignment, is one that lingers in particular. 

I really care about my job. I love the work I do and I see the value and importance of it.

As a result, I hate to be thwarted and I hate to waste my time on bullshit.

For instance, my super cool coworker and I are working on a Banned Books Week display for a few weeks from now. First, it was declared at the beginning that it couldn't be called Banned Books Week because it sounded too negative and controversial. Silly and hypocritical, but fine. I can work with that. Freedom to Read Week, it is. So we poured over lists and found some semi-recent and older banned/challenged materials and started researching why/where they were banned/challenged. We did this research on the 30-40 items we found to stock and replenish the display throughout that week. Our cool idea, based on something suggested by the ALA (American Library Association), was to cover the books in plain white paper with just the title showing through a rip in the paper. We took it a step further and put in a big official font short blurbs of 3-6 words saying why the books had been challenged/banned. At the bottom in regular sized print each book said, "This book was banned or challenged in X location for the above reason. Celebrate Your Freedom To Read. Think for Yourself and Let Others Do The Same." We also made placards with some quotes from famous folks about censorship. It was working out to be a cool display which I hoped might perk some interest in Free Speech issues and attract readers to interesting, potentially less read titles.

Today we're told that the display is not allowed to have ANY informational materials on it. Not about why things were challenged/banned, or where, or anything about Free Speech or anything basically other than the books. So several hours of work and our vision is completely down the drain. I'm trying to disengage mentally from the project already before the inevitable complete plummet into the sea of total idiocy. I dread the likely next pronouncement that we can only have classics on the display. "We aren't interested in calling attention to this or being controversial."

It's Gay History Month all over again. "We want a small unobtrusive display. Can you make it less prominent? No, move it into the back. No, further."

I wish my managers (and administration in general) would grow a fucking pair, sometimes. 

Since that seems unlikely and the trend of hypocrisy is far more likely to continue I just wish I could turn off the part of me that wants to punch them in the face and throw the display to the ground. But the Frustration and Resentment linger.

"Why are you tormenting me? You know, you have to know, how passionate I am about things that matter to me. Do you have really no inkling of how seriously I take this job? National Frozen Food Month? National Candy Month? No, apparently you don't."

I hate that caring causes me to self-penalize.

In any case, one funked up ramble later I still need to do a homework assignment and I still feel overheated from my nap and I'm just damned cranky and I don't want to be. I just don't want to be, you know?

Holy crap on a cracker! I need to see this! So do you! Especially you mimibean !

This should prove to be a meandering post which eventually goes nowhere. I'm in the frame of mind which I bet causes writers to turn to drugs/drink. I have these tenuous ideas and vaguely connected notions surrounding me like a cloud and I can't quite fit them together and turn them into something concrete, comprehensible and most of all transmissible.

By the way, for those playing at home, I just spent a full minute determining the fine distinctions between the words transmissible and transmittable. (Unfortunately my brain fogginess means I couldn't come to a consensus on the actual difference.)

When in doubt opt for the more unusual word, right? Give those 10 dollah words some time in the sun.

In any case, luckily I'm not a tortured author with any great truth to impart, just some dork bear trying to figure out something about himself.

Namely, why do I love acoustic music? The sound of a guitar or a piano vibrates inside me. The power of a voice desperately trying to communicate can shake me right down. Which has lead me down a rabbit hole of questions like why do I prefer certain instruments (harpsichord, violin) and particular kinds of voices? I know I've told libation  this before, but watching someone make music in front of me feels like the closest thing to magic we as humans are capable of. It's art and beauty and wonder that can make us laugh or lay us low and it appears out of nothing but our grunting human effort. Music alchemizes the dross of our humanity into something finer.

But why do I feel this way? Music was a part of my growing up in that my dad liked singing and my sisters were teenager girls when I was younger, but I never studied music or had a music class. Also the kind of music I like doesn't sound like the Cuban salsa and meringue music my parents liked, the 70s power ballads my sisters loved, or the 80s electro pop I grew up with my friends listening to.

I like thinking of things and understanding them in terms of cause and effect, x happened in the past and therefore y. It's just weirding me out a bit that I can't really place why I like the kind of music I do. What in my past equals Joanna Newsom, Aimee Mann, Amanda Palmer, Regina Spektor, Jeff Buckley, Andrew Bird?

This has me wondering if people can ever really understand why they like some particular things? Why do I like a certain kind of jelly? Grape. Or a particular color? Orange. And why do we just as strongly dislike particular things? Why *don't* I like orange creamsicles? Most people do. It's seems so random that I would have such a strong reaction to something as innocuous as a flavor of ice cream of all things, but I really do hate it with a passion. Speaking of passion, why are we so strongly attracted to random things and qualities? I like all the usual things about a guy, but sexy calves for some reason really do something for me. What kind of sense does that even make? Is it all repressed memories or the collective unconscious or just random neurons firing?

I know I'm getting all philosophical-y with this. Just in a contemplative mood, I guess.

Oh, I was going to try to tie this in with the fact that due to a tweetversation I was having with mersipan   I found out that Melpomene, the Greek muse of Tragedy used to be the muse of song. Her name actually means "the one who is melodious." Music, tragedy and deep thoughts have been on a mind a lot lately even though I can't seem to crystalize anything into a clear or logical thought.

I probably need to spend some time chatting with libation . She's one of those people who I can talk to and no matter what the eventual result of our conversation the process of our talks always feel like she's had an ordering effect on my thoughts. She's perceptive and clear-sighted, a gatherer and shaper by nature. The perfect anodyne when I'm in nebulous and scattered mode.

By the way mersipan , the other word I wanted to include in my list of favorite sounding words was anodyne except I couldn't think of it until just now.

Well, off to read, listen to music then sleep.

The dream was very fragmented and confused... lots of zipping around from location to location and plenty of sudden changes in situation.

Essentially I am at a beachside apartment/hotel room like a fancier version of the ones we used to spend a week in every summer when I was a kid. There is a big walled courtyard around the building and the sea is behind it, between to tall rock outcroppings. It's a very turbulent, cold and crashing sea regardless of the weather or time of day elsewhere in the dream. Sometimes this location feels very remote from the world and sometimes a bustling city is crowding all around it just out of view.

I'm spending a lot of time with a guy I'm really attracted to. A cute, bearish guy who is an amalgamation of several people I've been attracted to IRL plus someone I mentioned on twitter, a guy who was kind of a douche who died recently. Some PG13/R rated stuff happens off screen, which is weird, my dream self knows we've made out or whatever, but doesn't remember any particulars, just dream certainty.

There's a child, sometimes two in the dream, they keep appearing and disappearing from the world. Sometimes I'm highly aware of them and the close relationship I have with them/him and sometimes it is like they don't exist, almost as if I'm drifting between alternate realities.

When the zombies attack they are incredibly fast and they have many deformities, mutations that have occurred since death, and the thing is the worst is that they are all self-aware and talk at length and in great detail to the people they are trying to kill and eat about how they will torture, maim and devour them.

There is something we are trying to accomplish in the dream and I am surrounded by a few people who are trying to help me as this may be our only hope, or a final warning for others, I'm not sure. We're trying to put something somewhere. It feels like sometimes we're mailing a letter and sometimes we're depositing a check or returning a movie to a video store. We're putting something where it belongs. In some of these scenarios the child is dead, sometimes I'm dead as a child but a grown up part of me is watching it all unfold. 

There's a moment in the dream where all the craziness stops while I have a strangely pleasant and non-awkward conversation with a stranger. (A huge deal for me IRL.) I can't remember what we were talking about, it wasn't anything crucial though, just a little island of nice normal human interaction amid the madness.

Just a test post to see how I like the capabilities of the LJ for webos app. What do you guys think. Does it look normal?

Gods, am I a moblogger now? What sweet vengeance you have wrought, Boz.

Too bad you aren't on LJ to hear this, loser. :)

Posted via LJ for WebOS.

Posting mostly to show off the new icon which made me lol and actually fits me quite a bit. My house. My workplace. My well-known desire to party in a highly nerdy way. It's got it all.

I guess since I'm posting a Harry Potter/Library icon I should mention one or the other (or both) to make this post at least somewhat justified.

Work wise.... work is fair to middling shitty. Heh heh. Can't wait to be back at my usual work place. The people at this temporary location are nice enough, but an aura of ennui pervades. To put it bluntly, no body seems to give a shit about anything. There's no personal investment. The new librarian they hired seems really nice though and my (temporary) direct supervisor is a cool guy. I hope things work out well for them. I know they've hired someone new and I've heard rumors that she's a she, and new to being a librarian. More on that once the potential she manifests. No date on that yet.

HP wise, Paul bought the game the other day, which seems fun. One day I'll have time to game again (Dec 2011, I've got my eye on YOU!), but until them I've been playing stuff on Kongregate a lot. Fun little web timekiller that I don't have to worry about becoming too invested in. Also looking forward to the HP movie this November (right?) and and and our trip up to Universal to visit The Magical World of Harry Potter. Hogsmead. Hogwarts. Other Hog-related things! It should be good times. I actually need to get some Ravenclaw colored stuff to represent for our visit up. Wonder if Paul will embrace his inner badger or snake? He's a man of dichotomies all right.

I'm not surprised the What D&D character are you made me dual classed, but this seems like a really unlikely combo, doesn't it?


I Am A: Lawful Good Human Paladin/Sorcerer (2nd/2nd Level)

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