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zana16dude!!! I just discovered I can get comics through my friends list!! LJ is the coolest thing. Even if it's always down.
In other good news, 8 Mile comes out here today so I can finally know if it sucks or not.
In even better news, I have discovered how to reprogram the keyboard so that the letters are like an American keyboard (ie normal). The only problem is that now I have to memorize where all the symbols are cause the actual physical keyboard still has the French format. But I could even learn to type with a Dvorak programming, which would be so awesome. Yes, I am a geek.
The lovely Lucy is not in webcontact anymore and is planning to spend six months hiking, so no new LotR fanfic. *sniff*
Once again, we Smithies at Reed Hall have managed to download so many audio and video files that there is no more room on the computer. *snerkle* M. Bloom would have conniptions if he knew, so of course he won't. I'm going to have to do something about it, of course. The Buffy video files are huge and I don't have the right plugins so I'll probably have to suck it up and delete them. I hope someone out there has Angel and Buffy on tape.
My Daddy left yesterday which is very sad, but we had a wonderful visit. And we went to Versailles. Honestly, I can't so much blame Marie Antoinette for wanting to get away from the highschool viciousness of the chateau; and her little "farmhouse" is lovely. Rather Tolkienne, even. Yes, that is a made-up Frenchism. No one kill me, please.
My Pashabird dropped out of school so of course I panicked cause she's gonna be the world-famous chemist and support me until I find something I can stand doing for a living. But she is going back in the fall so all will be right with the world. I envy her kitty.
Bush seems intent on destroying the world, and I am considering being an expat forever. Problem being, I really love the States. Not the fucked-up politics, but the landscape and the people and the oceans and the dreams amid the poverty. "Here's a land full of power and glory, beauty that words cannot recall...." I love the alternative California radio stations and the silly libertarians who fight for the same causes as me but we can't agree on anything. I love the small towns and the desert between Texas and California, and the forests of Oregon and Vermont, and the Wide Open Spaces. I love the mountains and the Quakers and the music and even some of the literature after I got out of highschool and started reading it for myself. I love Steinbeck's and Kate Wolf's golden rolling hills of California, the dusty hope among the brown-skinned misery, the tenacity that I've seen when people just won't give up, they get their claws in the earth and they hang on and they create a nest and they just won't let go no matter how people try to beat them down. I love the America that JS Mill and Cesar Chavez and Maya Angelou and and Molly Ivins and even Heinlein saw; I love a society that can come out with Rent and the Vagina Monologues and the New York Review of Books out of the things that try to tear us apart. I'm a romantic; I have to see the hope story or I will give up. My unelected President can try to kill the dusty drawl of a backhills California schoolteacher fighting for the right to educate her students, but I know her and she won't give up. Mainstream society can try to smother me with glass buildings and smog and shopping malls, but there is clear air I can breathe because we will fight back and there are always libraries. The Christian Right can damn me to hell but I can create my own community because I come from a strong people and if we do not prevail, we will at least persist. This isn't 1984, they can't break my will no matter how much they load onto it. I've got stubbornness both from the Spickards and the Keelers and the California backhills and I ain't giving up, god damn it.
In other good news, 8 Mile comes out here today so I can finally know if it sucks or not.
In even better news, I have discovered how to reprogram the keyboard so that the letters are like an American keyboard (ie normal). The only problem is that now I have to memorize where all the symbols are cause the actual physical keyboard still has the French format. But I could even learn to type with a Dvorak programming, which would be so awesome. Yes, I am a geek.
The lovely Lucy is not in webcontact anymore and is planning to spend six months hiking, so no new LotR fanfic. *sniff*
Once again, we Smithies at Reed Hall have managed to download so many audio and video files that there is no more room on the computer. *snerkle* M. Bloom would have conniptions if he knew, so of course he won't. I'm going to have to do something about it, of course. The Buffy video files are huge and I don't have the right plugins so I'll probably have to suck it up and delete them. I hope someone out there has Angel and Buffy on tape.
My Daddy left yesterday which is very sad, but we had a wonderful visit. And we went to Versailles. Honestly, I can't so much blame Marie Antoinette for wanting to get away from the highschool viciousness of the chateau; and her little "farmhouse" is lovely. Rather Tolkienne, even. Yes, that is a made-up Frenchism. No one kill me, please.
My Pashabird dropped out of school so of course I panicked cause she's gonna be the world-famous chemist and support me until I find something I can stand doing for a living. But she is going back in the fall so all will be right with the world. I envy her kitty.
Bush seems intent on destroying the world, and I am considering being an expat forever. Problem being, I really love the States. Not the fucked-up politics, but the landscape and the people and the oceans and the dreams amid the poverty. "Here's a land full of power and glory, beauty that words cannot recall...." I love the alternative California radio stations and the silly libertarians who fight for the same causes as me but we can't agree on anything. I love the small towns and the desert between Texas and California, and the forests of Oregon and Vermont, and the Wide Open Spaces. I love the mountains and the Quakers and the music and even some of the literature after I got out of highschool and started reading it for myself. I love Steinbeck's and Kate Wolf's golden rolling hills of California, the dusty hope among the brown-skinned misery, the tenacity that I've seen when people just won't give up, they get their claws in the earth and they hang on and they create a nest and they just won't let go no matter how people try to beat them down. I love the America that JS Mill and Cesar Chavez and Maya Angelou and and Molly Ivins and even Heinlein saw; I love a society that can come out with Rent and the Vagina Monologues and the New York Review of Books out of the things that try to tear us apart. I'm a romantic; I have to see the hope story or I will give up. My unelected President can try to kill the dusty drawl of a backhills California schoolteacher fighting for the right to educate her students, but I know her and she won't give up. Mainstream society can try to smother me with glass buildings and smog and shopping malls, but there is clear air I can breathe because we will fight back and there are always libraries. The Christian Right can damn me to hell but I can create my own community because I come from a strong people and if we do not prevail, we will at least persist. This isn't 1984, they can't break my will no matter how much they load onto it. I've got stubbornness both from the Spickards and the Keelers and the California backhills and I ain't giving up, god damn it.
pashabird's new phone number
Love you!