What is to come

Quick notes:

1. This morning, I picked up a copy of the February Harper's (may the evil enabler who introduced me to that addiction be cursed with having encyclopedic fascinating information scrolling down their retinas at all times so they can't function in the world...wait, I have no reason to believe that doesn't already happen) because by some freakish accident my father got his hands on yesterday's Toronto Star and it told me Harper's was going to talk about the alternative-energy bubble. I haven't even gotten to the alternative-energy bubble yet; I am reading Ursula K. Le Guin's essay on books with bated breath. I credit Ms. Le Guin with saving my sanity during the hardest time of my life so far, which is not the only reason she gets my undivided attention with anything she writes. And that essay goes deeper into the issues I raised in this post; I need to give it my time and thought. The Toronto Star does not come into my life in vain.

2. Yesterday I finished a crazy addiction to the blog critiquing the Left Behind novels, "The Worst Books Ever Written." I agree; the author presents very very conclusive evidence of this using verbatim citations. Warning: I could not pry myself away. This is my equivalent to the addiction some people have to trainwreck-watching Britney or Paris Hilton gossip. It mocks really, really bad writing, plus raises deep questions about philosophy that the author points out Tim LaHaye and Jerry Jenkins answer disturbingly wrongly. The writer, Fred Clark, tells in early posts that he is himself an evangelical Christian. I fear I have previously been guilty of tarring all evangelical Christians with the same brush; that is wrong of me, and I suppose I should be grateful to Left Behind for showing me differently, some are much worse than others. I'd rather be grateful to Mr. Clark.

3. Yesterday, also, I discovered the perils of clearer thinking through aromatherapy, and the legacy of Lavrentii Beria. This forthcoming post will probably be locked, but I've a tale to tell.

ETA:

4. I got my neurotransmitter necklace back! I was very happy before getting it back repaired, but then when it was around my neck I was so filled with joy the air was golden. I'd like not to think that this was triggered by and dependent on a few grams of sterling silver, but I was enjoying it for whatever reason it came. Who needs being in love when I have warm fuzzies just like that?! And again I walked down the street grinning and people did compliment me on a beautiful smile, and I remembered the English gentleman in tweed: "You have such a beautiful smile on your face. You must be in love." Damn straight, I am!!

By the sea, by the shining blue sea,
With me, you're together with me,
And on us two the sun is shining bright;
The surf crashes day and night.
Above us the sky is so clear,
And seagulls are calling out near
That together ever after we will be
Like the sky and like the sea.

 And there is no sorrow at the end of day
At all the tall ships sailing all away:
They sail to far lands but in no far clime
Will they ever find love such as mine!
And above all the gentle blue sea
The gulls fly all about high and free,
And upon the sandy shore the kiss is sweet
As our salty lips meet.

The stars rise above and the waves don't last,
We sit and we watch dolphins swimming past.
Swim to other seas, dolphins, and tell, I cry
Tell them there how happy am I!
You're with me, you are near with me
And love's infinite just like the sea,
And upon the sandy shore the kiss is sweet
As our salty lips meet.

Or as Ruslana cogently remarked in the previous post,
I will light up the whole sky,
The whole world with the fire of my eyes!

ETA(2): 5. Alas, dancing my heart out to the song in the above post was not all it should have been. Luiza's choreography, back when her Apprentice class did a song to that dance, calls for tuck jumps in sixth on "Hey hey!", with a 360 turn if possible; and I can do it, but it hurts to land though I land lightly. I found myself forced to acknowledge pain in my right big toe --- the one that always cracks when I flex it --- and in the joint between the phalanges and the metatarsal. Darn, that cracking was warning me about something. Gonna take measures. It won't ruin my mood. As Ruslana cogently said again, Our dance cannot be stopped!

A Pay-It-Forward From ms_danson

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I don't celebrate valentines day but around that time of the year I like to do little nice things for as many people as I can because I know it is a hard time of the year for many people.

So...

If you leave your name and mailing address in a (screened) comment I'll send you a postcard with a compliment, a bit of poetry, or some sort of doodle on it. Postcards will be sent out in February.

If you want to do this for others then post this in your LJ.

Cheers.

Yeah... I'm in a good mood.
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I agree with all, including the being in a good mood.