February 5th, 2005

i'm ready for my close up mr demille

random LJ stuff

Everyone should go read this entry made by a new friend, tinywarrior.  It is one of the more well-written, thoughtful, and touching entries I have read around LJ in some time.  Everyone in the WORLD should read this entry.

draysha68 and thawaltzingfool:  just... stop it.  It's been a loooooong time for some of us. ;-)

I t'ought I taw'd a psycat90!  I did! I did see a psycat90.

It took a few days, but I have actualy gotten some repsonse ($12) to the donation button at the bottom of the shoe tree entry in found_objects.  Which is good because, in the process of opening that new hosting, I managed to overdraw my checking account and incurred $60 in overdraft charges.  Yikes!

Holy crap this is cool!  Make your entire journal into a PDF book! Complete with photos and comments.  It turns all your links into footnotes at the end of your article.  My entire journal in PDF format, however, is like, 38 megs.  Yikes.  That's a big honkin' file.  Maybe I'll redo it later in a "yearly" fashion.

Someone who should write stuff like this more often is pharminatrix:

"I smiled back and walked as I had been walking, parallel to him who aped my pace and direction catlike. We knew each to each even as we strode in parallel spystance, converging slightly towards a swinging rope which at the last second he ducked beneath. In a quantum eternal blink, our trajectories converged on my side of the rope. [. . .] A shy quick kiss of strangeness and knowing and then we enfolded each other, my face buried in his scarf, neck, hair, scent. I know we spoke but I don't know whether or not aloud. Bat Country deluxe. He held me there and I held him and he was much more my height than I expected. He told me later he had glimpsed a young child eyeing us as she walked nearby, hurried along by Mother with a tight hand grip. Somewhere, forever, this child knows what it looks like when spy loves spy."
i'm ready for my close up mr demille

so long Bob

Location: Denver, CO

Bob woke me up this morning and he was in excruciating pain.  Most likely his kidney.  He said he had problems with a kidney stone about 4 months ago but he's been fine ever since.  He and I decided that, since we were in Denver, it would probably be best if we went to the terminal my company has here and get him set up with a motel room.  We did just that and then I took him to the hospital.  The good folks at the hotel assured as that he could call them for a ride in their courtesy van later in the afternoon when he was finished.

Two days must be some kind of record for the length of time a trainee is on board before getting off the truck.  As I was driving from the truckstop where we spent the night to the terminal, he was lying on the bunk in obvious discomfort.  Wild imagination that I have, I began sorting through all of the worse possible scenarios.  Like what if he died before I got to the terminal?  While it would be tragic, on the other hand, it would be morbidly funny.  Can you imagine what it would be like telling my next student that the last one died?

He didn't and was actually beginning to feel a bit better when we parted ways outside the emergency room of the hospital.  I called student planning to see if they had other students waiting here in Denver.  Nope.  Or Portland, where I'll be by Monday?  Negatory.  But I'll be in the Portland area for a day and a half, so maybe someone will become available the first part of the week that I can get.  Otherwise, it's not likely I will get a new student until late in the week, either again in Denver or possibly Omaha.

At any rate, this trip will now be quite a long one as I will have to do all the driving.  Even if I were to get a new student in Portland, it will still only be one person driving.  Had I been able to keep Bob, we could've started splitting some fo the driving duties towrad the end of the week as I grew more comfortable with his skill.  Now I'll be starting from scratch all over again. 

So long, Bob, we hardly knew thee.

in her kiss I taste the revolution

Location: Denver, CO

Wasting more time than I probably should here in Denver, although there's a good chance I couldn't leave right now if I wanted to.  See, when I took Bob over to the terminal, they decided that one of the tires needed to be replaced on the trailer.  It may be finished by now, then again, maybe it's not.  I'll probably head over there momentarily and check on it.

But that's not the reason for this entry, to tell you about the status of a tailer repair...  I wanted to let you know that there are three new albums of photos online in my gallery.  In particular, there are photos from the afore mentioned visit in Hannibal, Missouri... including photos of the yummy barista!

i'm ready for my close up mr demille


...that I am

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My mom just told me the neatest story over the phone.  37 years ago my dad lost her high-school class ring somewhere in Virginia.  This week, it turned up... in Florida. A woman found it in her deceased sister's jewelry box while going through her effects.  The woman, after inspecting the ring knew what high school it came from in Virginia, the year of graduation, and that it had the intials "PLC" engraved inside the band.  She called the high school in Richmond where my parents had attended and spoke with people there.  Long story short, the ring was shipped to the highschool and my mother was eventually contacted and it is being shipped to her.

I can't believe that at some point that ring wasn't sold for its precious metal value.  It's definitely an amazing occurence in my mind.