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1. I'm glad people seem to like the poly fic. Am really surprised that, except for a dubious delicious comment, I haven't heard a peep about the urine drinking.
2. Tired. So very tired.
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4. I sprained my ankle twice in the UK—once on the first Friday whilst navigating Birmingham's New Street and trying to escape the street cleaning zamboni and then later in Cardiff on Wednesday whilst trying to dance on some paving stones that turned out to be grass filled holes. Crue LOLed both times because he is a heartless bastard. But in retrospect I walked on it even though it was swollen, walked on it a lot, and it doesn't hurt, but it's swollen in that hard way that means I did something to ligaments or something, and it was all blue a few days later the first time. But surprisingly no pain. I just laced my shoe around it, and was good to go. Now however, it feels waterlogged like after I had the kid and my ankles were so filled with fluid that I couldn’t bend my foot at the ankle. Le sigh. I need cyber feet. LISA! UPGRADE MY FEET! JUST THE FEET! WAIT, WAIT, WHAT ARE YOU DO---BRRRRRAZKPT!
5. I have many things to say about the UK, but I wrote everything out by hand. I have pics, but they are scattered. And they are of signs and stuff, not people or sites or anything. Instead I wrote poetry. So here you go, my landing in the UK:
We slide over the water
an oily slick metal skipping
stone—deep in the dark night, plane silent and
black as we skim over the waters
--drug runners with the lights off and engine idling.
I plaster my breath to the window,
head craned to the plastic like a plant—
my throat a daisy,
my heart a trove or copse
until I can see again
until the sun breaks the illicit night,
maritime-cold and underwater aboveground;
and every tiny thing –the gulls,
and the cresting waves like tiny ribbons and
the yawning sea monsters of futuristic windmills
guarding the entrance to the shore,
everything is new and old and fresh as a cut lemon,
a child singing, the sliced green grass that
paints the ground and waves,
waves in welcome, waves a pattern I will
touch to understand.
I don't know when I got so maudlin. I was listening to Mika. That's my excuse. DAMN YOU CRUE.
1. I'm glad people seem to like the poly fic. Am really surprised that, except for a dubious delicious comment, I haven't heard a peep about the urine drinking.
2. Tired. So very tired.
3.
You Would Be a Witty Celebrity |
 There's a good chance that your big break would come from being funny. You have a well crafted sense of humor. And while you may branch out into other areas, your cutting insight and sarcasm would always be your trademark. As a celebrity, you would not be afraid of publicity stunts and working the press a little. You wouldn't take any of it very seriously. You'd be a celebrity in the mold of Tina Fey, Sara Silverman, Seth Rogen, and Will Ferrell. |
4. I sprained my ankle twice in the UK—once on the first Friday whilst navigating Birmingham's New Street and trying to escape the street cleaning zamboni and then later in Cardiff on Wednesday whilst trying to dance on some paving stones that turned out to be grass filled holes. Crue LOLed both times because he is a heartless bastard. But in retrospect I walked on it even though it was swollen, walked on it a lot, and it doesn't hurt, but it's swollen in that hard way that means I did something to ligaments or something, and it was all blue a few days later the first time. But surprisingly no pain. I just laced my shoe around it, and was good to go. Now however, it feels waterlogged like after I had the kid and my ankles were so filled with fluid that I couldn’t bend my foot at the ankle. Le sigh. I need cyber feet. LISA! UPGRADE MY FEET! JUST THE FEET! WAIT, WAIT, WHAT ARE YOU DO---BRRRRRAZKPT!
5. I have many things to say about the UK, but I wrote everything out by hand. I have pics, but they are scattered. And they are of signs and stuff, not people or sites or anything. Instead I wrote poetry. So here you go, my landing in the UK:
We slide over the water
an oily slick metal skipping
stone—deep in the dark night, plane silent and
black as we skim over the waters
--drug runners with the lights off and engine idling.
I plaster my breath to the window,
head craned to the plastic like a plant—
my throat a daisy,
my heart a trove or copse
until I can see again
until the sun breaks the illicit night,
maritime-cold and underwater aboveground;
and every tiny thing –the gulls,
and the cresting waves like tiny ribbons and
the yawning sea monsters of futuristic windmills
guarding the entrance to the shore,
everything is new and old and fresh as a cut lemon,
a child singing, the sliced green grass that
paints the ground and waves,
waves in welcome, waves a pattern I will
touch to understand.
I don't know when I got so maudlin. I was listening to Mika. That's my excuse. DAMN YOU CRUE.
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Date: 2009-11-04 05:54 pm (UTC)I DID LOL THEN.
I didn't LOL the first time. Honest. But I ate soup with you after, out of solidarity.
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Date: 2009-11-04 05:55 pm (UTC)2. YOU SUGGESTED THE SOUP. I WAS RIDING THE WAVE OF YOUR TRENDINESS.
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Date: 2009-11-04 05:57 pm (UTC)2. It was all for you BB!!!
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Date: 2009-11-04 06:01 pm (UTC)2. I WONDER HOW MANY DECISIONS WE MADE B/C WE THOUGHT IT WAS WHAT THE OTHER WANTED SIMULTANEOUSLY.
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Date: 2009-11-04 06:03 pm (UTC)I FUCKING LOVED THE PIZZA WELL IN CAERPHILLY.
Jack: "IANTO! FETCH PIZZA MONEY!!"
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Date: 2009-11-04 06:07 pm (UTC)I LIKED THAT WHEN I DID MY WHOLE "JACK ORDERS GWEN AND IANTO TO THE PIZZA WELL" THERE WERE PEOPLE IN THERE, AND YOU DID YOUR "SCOTT IS EMBARRASSED" DISAPPEARING ACT BEHIND A DISPLAY. HEEEHEHEE
YEAH, THAT WALK WAS AWESOME AND YET TIRING. I WAS SO GRATEFUL WHEN YOU HAD TO STOP.
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Date: 2009-11-04 06:11 pm (UTC)Poor ankle. Stay off it as much as you can. Wrap it in an Ace bandage or lace a boot or high-top shoe around it firmly. Ice it for no longer than 15 minutes at a time. Elevate it. Love it. NO CYBERFEET, BB! JUST SAY NO!
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Date: 2009-11-04 06:12 pm (UTC)I think I've sprained it....nine times now.
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Date: 2009-11-04 10:29 pm (UTC)Ice is good for swelling no matter how much time has passed, actually. But heat is soothing. Alternating them works well too, FWIW.
Re: urine drinking. It surprised me but didn't squick me so much. I once read an article about the benefits of urine drinking (one's own, not someone else's, though) in Yoga Journal. I think it might've gone over better if it hadn't been in the March/April issue.
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Date: 2009-11-04 06:35 pm (UTC)i'll be honest, a bit squicked by the urine drinking, but i tend to block out things that squick me. and, true story: launched this whole discussion with coworkers on whether or not you could be a self-sustaining organism if you drank your own pee, which no. would just kill you quicker. unless you evaporated out the water, and still wouldn't be enough water to sustain life. all from your story. which, of course, i was reading at work.
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Date: 2009-11-04 10:20 pm (UTC)I think the emotional intent and impact was clear enough so that those of us a bit squeamish at the idea (e.g. me) could just gloss over it a bit.
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