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| in which i talk about my ovaries. | |
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i had egg retrieval surgery yesterday morning, closing out my second donation cycle. (the first was last december.) from start to finish, this one was SO much easier than the first time. part of it was knowing what to expect in terms of side effects, being comfortable giving myself shots, etc. but also, they only got 11 eggs this time (last time it was something like 27). |
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| timestamp: 07.11.08::16.03 | 22 nodes | jack in |
| notapattern lives | |
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finally, we has internets at the new place. |
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| timestamp: 07.09.08::10.46 | 19 nodes | jack in |
| new york stories | |
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found this in an old "drafts" folder. there were pictures to go with it (lovely, haunting pictures of the deserted Coney Island boardwalk in the middle of a freezing winter night), but they were lost when i accidentally reset my phone. Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2007 12:56:05 -0500 (EST) From: (me) To: (livejournal) Subject: new york stories the trees outside the subway station sparkled with fairy-lights; they were so pretty, in the cold, that i found myself suddenly in tears. he asked what was wrong, but i couldn't explain it. i felt i was coming to bits, so i walked out. i found myself on a train, and then another: a Coney Island bound F. on the street, i was crying again, without even knowing why. i huddled into a corner on the train, turning my music up loud, my vision blurring. a panhandler said something to the car, made his way down it to stand next to me. moved by some impulse, i paused the music, was surprised to hear that he was singing to himself, so softly i couldn't make out the words. i toyed with the idea of giving him some change as the train slowed to a halt, the doors opening. "carry on," he said, so quietly that i was sure the words were meant for me alone. "take care of yourself." i looked up, startled, but he was gone. somewhere along the way, i became convinced that i was going to Coney Island to get mugged. it frightened me -- i have my laptop with me, was my first thought. but to turn back would have been to admit my cowardice, to dodge my intended fate. i wanted to meet it with my head held high, i wanted to see it coming. i began a mental inventory of everything i carried with me. it was a sort of meditation. i focused on each item, thought of its worth to me, recited all the reasons i didn't want to lose it. and then i let it go. the hardest thing was the large chunk of un-backed-up writing on the laptop. i thought there was no possible way i could be blasé about losing that. then i remembered losing several thousand words of my first NaNo novel to a hardware failure. "i will rewrite it," i said to myself. "it's still in my head. i know what happens. nothing will be lost." i wrote the following: faced with the inevitable loss of everything our impulse is to cling -- but that is exactly wrong. just let it go. everyone you love will change, will become a stranger, will be taken from you one way or another. there is nothing in this world we can keep, we can call truly ours, except that which lives in our hearts. everything else is distraction -- a poison deadlier even than death because you find you are left completely empty-handed when all is said and done. i cannot run far enough or fast enough to leave myself behind, to learn to let loose the menagerie of petty fears and insecurities that bind me. everything i leave behind with such joy will be waiting for me when my courage runs out and i turn back again. someday may i find the courage to leave, to open my clutching hands and let it fall away. my prayer for all of us is: Dear God, let me never become indifferent. and yet, crying silently on the subway, i felt that one unrequested act of kindness would break my heart completely, would shatter me into pieces. i feel i'm falling to bits, coming completely apart at the seams. sometimes i feel dizzy, i want to start screaming, to take my clothes off in class, to do something terrible and irredeemable and insane. |
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| timestamp: 06.13.08::22.08 | 5 nodes | jack in |
| found (unsent draft dated 10/24/2006) | |
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he held me last night as i shivered with fever, |
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| timestamp: 06.13.08::22.02 | 1 node | jack in |
| [locals] help us move! | |
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[reposted from e-mail; apologies if you see it twice.] |
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| timestamp: 06.09.08::16.29 | 11 nodes | jack in |
| rainy night, sunny day, rainy day | |
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editor's note: i completely wrote this last week but didn't upload the pictures until today. events referenced herein refer to the dates 5/16-5/18. ![]() photos on Flickr |
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| timestamp: 05.27.08::18.51 | 15 nodes | jack in |
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last night, i finally sat down and (re-)learned how to fold paper cranes. i'm very pleased with myself. i don't know why, but there's something so satisfying about the creation of these tiny objects. plus it was something on my 43things, and it's always very satisfying to close out one of those. |
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| timestamp: 05.13.08::12.07 | 7 nodes | jack in |
| free money | |
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there is a competitor to Paypal that has recently turned up, called Revolution Money Exchange. i did some research and am convinced it is legit... was apparently founded by AOL founder Steve Case. they're trying to use social networking to virally take over Paypal's market base. |
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| timestamp: 05.10.08::13.33 | 17 nodes | jack in |
| Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell | |
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i just finished reading it. i don't have words for the amazingness. best thing i've read in ages. 'Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell is unquestionably the finest English novel of the fantastic written in the last seventy years. It's funny, moving, scary, otherworldly, practical and magical, a journey through light and shadow — a delight to read, both for the elegant and precise use of words, which Ms Clarke deploys as wisely and dangerously as Wellington once deployed his troops, and for the vast sweep of the story, as tangled and twisting as old London streets or dark English woods. It is a huge book, filled with people it is a delight to meet, and incidents and places one wishes to revisit, which is, from beginning to end, a perfect pleasure. Closing Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell after 800 pages my only regret was that it wasn't twice the length.' NEIL GAIMAN (can be found, with many other reviews, here.) |
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| timestamp: 04.30.08::15.00 | 18 nodes | jack in |
| CCNMTL still seeks a developer | |
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fyi, the Center is still looking for another developer. the job posting is here. i can vouch for my workplace being full of awesome, and you can check out the project portfolio to get a feel for the sort of stuff we do. |
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| timestamp: 04.29.08::17.43 | 6 nodes | jack in |