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Make Lunch, Not War

Feb. 17th, 2020 | 01:59 pm
mood: happyhappy




Hi, this is a semi-private journal. It wasn't private for a long time but then fandom goings-on made it necessary for me to draw the blinds.
Bleach fandom, you're hell. There are sure a bunch of angels playing around in my personal hell, though, and I'm always glad to see more.
I'm not adding new friends at the moment but if you want to drop me a line, don't hesitate to say hi. I'm introverted and shy, believe it or not, and awfully busy these days, but I like meeting new people.

Thank you Ana for the pretty new layout and thank you Kubo-sensei for the pretty Ishida doodle. Layout credits: stylesheet by kuribati /beatcrusher, Ishida reskin by nomoreprinces,  mood theme by sublimeparadigm, friends only graphic by khyata

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Ryuuken Uryuu Sonnet

Jul. 26th, 2014 | 10:54 am
mood: indescribableindescribable

Unlike William Tell, he can shoot more than one
Arrow. His shoulders stiffen with every draw.
Whenever the father speaks the son’s name, the son
Straightens his own shoulders, sets firm his jaw.

The two, man and boy, train next to a roaring waterfall.
The rain in the stream is their powers combined.
There’s a raw spot, right of the son’s heart, where all
Judgments sink. “You have no talent.” “You’re too kind.”

Dark callouses mark the fingers stretching the bow.
The father believes in his own heart’s right to aim
For his son’s death and rebirth. “How can you possibly know
Our shared legacy? I am too old. I am too lame.”

Archers’ shoulder-blades spread apart like wings.
The arrows keep flying, and the flooded stream sings.

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Photos of my Bbs

Jul. 22nd, 2014 | 04:57 pm
location: too far from fish pond
mood: sadsad

My sister took pix of my chickens and fish.
Chocobo--she;s a friendly buff orpington:



Gigi--my cuckoo marans--used to be shy but flew into my daughter's lap the other day, doesn't like carrots.




Carmen and Shirley with their green feet. Shirley has muffs and a roostery tail and we call her a lesbian because she's so roostery---but pretty sure she's a she.




My pond fish and fountain (I like this photo even with the netting and blurriness):




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Cross Essay by Neo

Jun. 15th, 2014 | 01:31 pm

Neo Platonist's cross essay for those who don't want to click on BA. The Orihime is a Quincy theory that I proposed a long crazy time ago has swept among the fanbois.
XD

Yes, I'm alive. Things are really rough right now as usual. I'll be back. I always come back.

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Shroedinger's driving student

Jan. 20th, 2014 | 09:35 am
mood: blahblah

People don't believe how much the Deep South is still like a Flannery O Connor novel or a Tennessee Williams play, even if they live here, unless they ride public transportation or take long walks in provincial areas, unless they stray away from television and linger in the shops. I just came back from the dollar store with Sophie. There's an old time shoe repair shop in the mall there, and a man was outside saying "Things have been made worse by the full moon. It's been a full moon FOR WEEKS NOW."

The intensity of ignorance and wisdom is deeper here.

Next to the shoe repair shop is an upscale caterie business. The day before Christmas the owners stopped me and Sophie and offered us Christmas ham to take home. I guess we looked like poor people. I guess we looked like what we are. We refused because, well, Jewish. She gave us brownies and some green bean casserole I knew was probably cooked in bacon fat but I ate it anyway, saying a prayer over it for the soul of my dad's old pet pig Panchito.

Panchito doesn't exist anymore but he lives in my imagination and ... in some theoretical universe like everything else.

I'm not afraid of dying. It's all so much theory. I'm only afraid of killing someone or causing pain--hence the driving phobia. I wonder if I can take the risk this year and finally start driving. Or if I'll finally die in traffic because my impulse to walk into it will get the better of me. It's either/or. I feel like Shroedinger's driving student right now; I have such a issue with cars.

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Test

Aug. 5th, 2013 | 06:21 am
mood: hothot

Testing formatting. Ignore.
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DEBBIE SINGS CLARENCE HENRY

Jul. 21st, 2013 | 08:36 am
mood: sillysilly

VoicePost
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I promised doll pix

Aug. 16th, 2012 | 12:31 pm
mood: quixoticquixotic


I started playing with my dolls this morning in the pebble garden but then it started raining and I had to go back inside.

Amy in the first picture.  Paquita with the purse and Miriam in the flowerpot in the second.






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Peggy sent me flowers

Aug. 15th, 2012 | 04:55 pm
mood: cheerfulfloral


Peggy sent me flowers. I feel better today, no fever, just horribly horribly tired and I've been so busy and the weather is hot and horrible but I paid special attention to the arrangement--I've been reading about plants and cut flowers and thinking about my fall vegetable garden (I mostly lived in apartments all my life so this will be my first real garden--only ever had potted plants on the balcony before) and I've been watching and reading Natsuyuki Rendezvous which is about a widow who runs a flower shop and this younger man courts her but the ghost of her dead husband gets on his nerves and keeps a sketchbook of fairytales where she lives as her younger self in an imaginary world and....

I lost my train of thought.

I've been paying extra attention to flowers and their meanings. Cut flowers. The metaphors of growing things. Peggy's flowers are so beautiful. Thank you so much Peggy. I miss you. I miss everyone I haven't met.

Ichigo tried to get into the photos. You can see him in one below.

I believe in hope. NOTHING will hurt me now. Ishida is going to be in the manga "as much as possible" Sensei says and dickwads in fandom everywhere can shove it because I have the best friends in the world.






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Schroedinger's Bird

May. 3rd, 2012 | 10:37 am

Oh GOOD LORD, Ichigo chased a bird into the house and for half an hour knocked over EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE anime figurines, magazine racks cups and spice shakers and stacks of papers and THERE WERE FEATHERS EVERYWHERE EVERYWHERE. Asher just shut himself in his room and said "tell me when it's over."  The chirping finally stopped but I went to clean up and heard chirping inside a empty UPS box. I didn't dare look inside. There was no blood anywhere but from all the FEATHERS you'd think the bird would've died of hypothermia. I put the box outside. So .... I guess it will escape or die... it's Shroedinger's bird right now to me. Ichigo was last seen chasing a lizard under some baskets in the living room. YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE THE AMOUNT OF FEATHERS. I can't vacuum them up--they jam up the vacuum so it's going to take some major sweeping and mopping.

Momo is always so efficient--she stabs the birds right in the chest and leaves them outside. Ichigo has to cause this kind of ruckus. ;(

ETA: THE BIRD GOT OUT. I WENT OUT TO CHECK AND THERE WAS BIRD POOP IN THE BOX BUT NO BIRD. I hope it had a good story to tell its friends. Oh man, Ichigooooooo.

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