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So - I abandoned LJ for FaceBook a long time ago. It was not deliberate, and I didn't abandon the reading part, only the writing part.

I have a minor crisis going on - one which has me reaching out in more ways than I thought I could... so here goes:

My cute little kitty needs some really expensive surgery. Any help would be greatly appreciated by the whole household menagerie. (Though, I suspect, the dog really has no opinion on the matter)

Below is a link to a ChipIn I set up. Look, contribute, share as you are inclined.


Warm regards,

"""Reality""" TV

I threw in the extra quotation marks in an effort to indicate that sort of air-quote-accompanied sarcastic tone I use when discussing America's latest TV obsession.

I've seen a few posts lately about Bachelor/Bachelorette phenomenon - talk regarding the absence of people of color. I noted a lack of same-sex options, as well as a lack of diversity in general.

A new program has me revisiting thoughts I remember beginning to form some time ago. This new date-a-bunch-of-strangers-who-are-competing-for-one-guy's-approval debacle involves an average (read: overweight) guy choosing among a gaggle of average (read: plus-sized) women.

I am offended by this concept just as much as the shows full of size 0 model-types. I am a "plus-sized" woman. I am also a lesbian. The later has nothing to do with the former, and vice versa. I say this so no one can think I'm offended at the sight of "normal" women(all quoted terms are from the teaser ads for the show). What offends me is that we are airing programs that aid in the perpetuation of the social construct that we are all shallow folk who rely on the outer appearance to make serious decisions regarding our potential partners. Indeed, I find certain physical traits attractive. But I do not make the leap into relationships without examining what lies beneath - nor do I discount any human being on the basis of any of their physical attributes. I'm neither gifted, nor ultra-enlightened. I'm not implying superiority. I am, however, expressing sadness and disappointment that I am in a distinct minority.

I have seen a few minutes of another new show that has potential partners meeting one another in complete darkness - I assume in an effort to encourage them to shed the very limitations I outlined above. The moments I happened to see, however, seemed to show that these particular folks were incapable of shedding that bias as they were ready to dismiss their previously revered partner once they got to see them by the light of day.

Perhaps I am lamenting the very nature of humans and perhaps this nature is, in some, immutable. If that is the case, I'm happy to be a part of the aforementioned minority.
I recently reestablished contact with a group of folks who were a large part of my life for a lot of years long ago - the Patriots Drum and Bugle Corps of Rochester, NY. The night after speaking to one old friend on the phone, I received a message that another friend had died suddenly. Lynn Hoyt was a truly beautiful soul and had grown into a woman who touched the lives of all she encountered. She was a teacher and had begun a class project with her students that her family wishes to continue. Please take a moment to look at the story and, if you are so moved, send a pencil or three to the address listed.


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My father e-mailed the following.  It speaks to just my train of thought regarding the idiots who think that granting my partner and I the same rights as any other married couple in this country would disrupt the fabric of humanity.  I haven't posted any of my own thoughts in quite some time, but these match mine quite well - save for the fact that it was probably written by a straight person.

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more aspirational than operational...

Sarah says: "John McCain doesn't run with the Washington herd,"

...no, he's just what they leave behind in a pile when they flee the corral

So, oneeyeddaruma, your LiveJournal reveals...

You are... 11% unique (blame, for example, your interest in kurt vonnegut (adieu...)) and 0% herdlike. When it comes to friends you are normal. In terms of the way you relate to people, you are keen to please. Your writing style (based on a recent public entry) is conventional.

Your overall weirdness is: 27

(The average level of weirdness is: 28.
You are weirder than 60% of other LJers.)

Find out what your weirdness level is!

I'm developing a minor image complex

I have this cute little new car. The old one (a 2000 New Beetle, TDI - great mileage, but was becoming a money pit) suited me to a "T" (besides the money pit thing). This new one is growing on me. It's a fantastic shade of orange-y red (officially called "Tango Red"). Sadly, it's an automatic - something I had vowed never to buy by choice. Necessity for a non-death-inviting vehicle forced this concession.

So, the dash sports a digital odometer, indicated by the L.C.D. readout "odo" followed by the actual miles driven (I do miss the trip-meter I had in the bug). I'm at nearly 1200 now...

This little label sits at the top of the display, almost left-justified. The far left upper corner displays a larger letter indicating the gear: "P" for park, "R" for reverse, and so on. As one might suspect, a large, capital "D" shows when one engages the transmission for forward motion. This, in turn, forces me to see the word "Dodo" at all times the car is in drive.



Oh, the relief. I finally got a new job. I have been trying to secure an academic administrative position in Philadelphia since the moment I decided to move here - just over two years ago. My last day here at the nasty refinery (well - I'm not actually AT the refinery anymore, they moved us off-site a month ago) will be Friday, July 11. I'll start at the Community College of Philadelphia on Tuesday, July 15 (I'm not sure why it's a Tuesday - but I won't squawk about a Monday off). I have such a sense of relief. I have been virtually consumed with getting out of here since the day I accepted this job (out of necessity, I might add).

So, in honor of, well, myself: Yay! Woohoo! Hot-damn-diggety!