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I want my cat to be a meme, so steal this picture:



This is also the post that will officially be at the top of my journal until the year 2037. If you have something to say to me, say it here.
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And the cool down song...


While listening to the Orphan's Lament, I also discovered some Mongolian folk metal, but I'm not feeling that vibe tonight. I can't remember how I discovered Hunn-Huur-Tu, but it popped into my head today at some point, and I knew I needed to listen to it at some point today. Actually it's kind of a sad note to end on, maybe I'll listen to this for the rest of the evening:

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Sneekly Little Brat on 365 Project

Sadly that was the only picture I could find that I took from this spot. I'm standing in the bike path that is now blocked off. Now it looks like this:



This is the old lumber yard down by the canal that burned down last week. I've gone by it so many times, and never really thought to take a picture. I felt really sad to see it gone. Another piece of old Seattle gone.

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I found that old thing that analyzes a sample of your writing and tells you what famous writer you write like. As if I write like a writer. To be accurate I did several different samples of my writing here on livejournal. Some more traditional blog posts, and some that were story telling, and some that were prose-ish. Not surprisingly most of the straight up blog posts came out like this:




My post a few months back about the miracle garbage men resulted in this:





My old drunk post about my fifth grade substitute teacher (which I finally edited out most of the errors... it was a drunk post after all) resulted in:




Today's earlier post was:





Not a single woman? Does that mean I write like a man? Mostly I think I write like I don't know how to write. Since I do know how to mess with the code, here's a more accurate badge for me:



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Back Yard Bird Drama

Front View Death Grip on 365 Project

I think it's a Peregrine Falcon with a Northern Flicker woodpecker. What do you think? I'll put the rest of the shots under a cut in case you don't want to see a bunch of pictures of a bird being hurt by another bird.

Looking closer I think it might be a Sharp-shinned Hawk. I don't think the Peregrine falcon has red eyes like that, and the chest is brown.

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They've done it again!

How do you quantify the madness that is human existence? If my mental state begins to fit the shoe of what I used to consider crazy, but it feels completely normal now, does that mean I'm crazy, or that my younger self was just prejudice to the variety of the human mind? I'm thinking about the time when my child was small, and I was walking her to kindergarten one day. It was Monday. In my neighborhood Monday is garbage day. As we walked over the hill to her school, we walked past the garbage men dumping the garbage into the truck. At one house an old lady dressed in her night gown came out I presumed to bring in her empty can. She looked at the garbage men in awe, and stood there with a goofy smile for a while. When my daughter and I walked past her, she grinned even bigger at me and said, "Wow! They've done it again. Every week the trash gets picked up!" Still beaming, she looked at me for conformation that this was indeed a truly extraordinary thing. At that point I was thinking that maybe someone's senile mother had escaped their house. She just stool there in her night gown grinning about the garbage being picked up. I smiled back at her and my daughter and I kept walking on to her school.

I was thinking about that moment just now, because today is also a Monday, and is still after all these years, garbage day. While I was sitting here, I could hear the truck go past my house, and the sound of my trash can being banged against the truck. As I listened to these sounds my heart began to well up. At that moment I felt that sense of wonder that old lady was feeling so many years ago about the beauty and mechanics of a modern city going about its daily functions.

nd city on 365 Project