I'm thinking about putting a long flourescent tube on top of the bookcase/room divider. Not sure if it'd be bright enough, or maybe too bright? Fret. It would be fairly fast, cheap, and easy, though.
Today's earrings: roses, flowers
Bedtime reading: Slay Ride, Dick Francis
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Thursday, December 17, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Eventful week, huh?
So we've seen a disputed election in Iran, Solstice, R&J's wedding, Tiger getting his first stitches and a new second cousin, the governor of South Carolina going walkabout (and his aides doing their best to turn "hiking the Appalachian Trail" into a euphemism), Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson dying on the same day. This weekend, brunch and gazebo demolition at the now less-electric Dancing Square, and also Pride. Lots of stuff going on all over the place.
I spent the afternoon with Section 148 of the Pakistani Income Tax Ordinance of 2001 and compiling a list of goods zero-rated for sales tax.
Today's earrings: roses, brass triangles
Bedtime reading: Annals of Klepsis, R.A. Lafferty
I spent the afternoon with Section 148 of the Pakistani Income Tax Ordinance of 2001 and compiling a list of goods zero-rated for sales tax.
Today's earrings: roses, brass triangles
Bedtime reading: Annals of Klepsis, R.A. Lafferty
Monday, March 9, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Gran Torino
The story of an elderly and extremely well-armed white curmudgeon in an all-brown immigrant neighborhood. Surprisingly little actual gunplay.
I rather liked it.
Today's earrings: roses, green eggs
Bedtime reading: Fragile Things, Neil Gaiman
I rather liked it.
Today's earrings: roses, green eggs
Bedtime reading: Fragile Things, Neil Gaiman
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
I hear there's a gap in the yard at the Dancing Square
Maybe I could fill it with one of these?
Today's earrings: roses, dopamine molecules
Bedtime reading: Jingo, Terry Pratchett
Today's earrings: roses, dopamine molecules
Bedtime reading: Jingo, Terry Pratchett
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Black Rose
Crows Licorice Flavored Gumdrops
Crows were invented in the 1890's. Originally to be called "Black Rose", the printer misheard the name and printed "Black Crows" on all the wrappers. The name stuck and the sweet, black licorice-flavored gumdrops are as delectable today as they were more than a century ago. 8.5oz theatre sized box measures 6 3/4 x 4 x 1".
Today's earrings: roses, crows
Bedtime reading: The Golden Compass, Philip Pullman
Monday, June 4, 2007
Rosewood
So I'm in Stacey's, checking to see if Matt Ruff has a new book out (no) when a guy in a wheelchair speeds by and stops at the reference desk. Dude is mad. He's bitching loudly about the homeless guy. The staff at the reference desk calls for the manager.
(The homeless guy, for those of you who aren't evening regulars at Stacey's, is there every evening. The management at Stacey's lets him keep his cart in a storage closet near the front of the store.)
I've passed up that Tanith Lee I keep passing up and moved on to looking for new titles by Margaret Maron & Nancy Martin (no), and the manager is trying to placate the guy in the wheelchair. Somehow they ended up right next to the mystery section. He's offering to help the guy in the wheelchair get any title he likes. The guy in the wheelchair is talking loudly about how the homeless guy is in the way and junking up the place.
(The homeless guy can be in the way if you want to get a look at the Dan Brown or Agatha Christie at the same time he's pulling his stuff out. And he's obviously a homeless guy, and unaesthetic. I'm not convinced it's a wise business decision to let the guy store his things there - but it's a decision they've long since made.)
The manager is trying to tell the guy in the wheelchair that the homeless guy has been coming in for years, and... I don't know where he was going with that, because the guy in the wheelchair interrupted him to say that he doesn't care; he will be filing suit against Stacey's under the ADA. The manager says he's sorry to hear that. The guy in the wheelchair says again that he's filing suit under the ADA. The manager says again he's sorry to hear that, apologizes that wheelchair guy feels inconvenienced... and walks away. Wheelchair guy is totally sputtering. I brush past him into the next alcove to check whether there's a new Donna Andrews (no), and there's the homeless guy, kinda in the way. I didn't talk to the homeless guy (I never do; I have class issues), but y'know, I suspect that if asked, he'd move his stuff out of my way.
Dude would rather cause a scene and threaten a lawsuit than talk to a homeless guy. I shake my head.
Today's earrings: roses, wood rounds
Bedtime reading: Foundation, Isaac Asimov
(The homeless guy, for those of you who aren't evening regulars at Stacey's, is there every evening. The management at Stacey's lets him keep his cart in a storage closet near the front of the store.)
I've passed up that Tanith Lee I keep passing up and moved on to looking for new titles by Margaret Maron & Nancy Martin (no), and the manager is trying to placate the guy in the wheelchair. Somehow they ended up right next to the mystery section. He's offering to help the guy in the wheelchair get any title he likes. The guy in the wheelchair is talking loudly about how the homeless guy is in the way and junking up the place.
(The homeless guy can be in the way if you want to get a look at the Dan Brown or Agatha Christie at the same time he's pulling his stuff out. And he's obviously a homeless guy, and unaesthetic. I'm not convinced it's a wise business decision to let the guy store his things there - but it's a decision they've long since made.)
The manager is trying to tell the guy in the wheelchair that the homeless guy has been coming in for years, and... I don't know where he was going with that, because the guy in the wheelchair interrupted him to say that he doesn't care; he will be filing suit against Stacey's under the ADA. The manager says he's sorry to hear that. The guy in the wheelchair says again that he's filing suit under the ADA. The manager says again he's sorry to hear that, apologizes that wheelchair guy feels inconvenienced... and walks away. Wheelchair guy is totally sputtering. I brush past him into the next alcove to check whether there's a new Donna Andrews (no), and there's the homeless guy, kinda in the way. I didn't talk to the homeless guy (I never do; I have class issues), but y'know, I suspect that if asked, he'd move his stuff out of my way.
Dude would rather cause a scene and threaten a lawsuit than talk to a homeless guy. I shake my head.
Today's earrings: roses, wood rounds
Bedtime reading: Foundation, Isaac Asimov
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