Waitin' for the birds...

Inclement...

Tonight we had some bouts of near torrential rain along with driving winds. As the SoF had a show tonight I rushed home from work, scarfed down some dinner, changed clothes and headed out. In my hurry I left my sandwich plate on one of my ottomans. When I got back I noticed something strange; a sizable amount of water on the plate. As there was nothing around that could have produced a clear liquid out of the blue, I looked to the ceiling and sure enough, a couple of small patches looked off-color.
So yeah, my apartment leaked a little. Of note is the fact that my computer was about a foot away from the previously mentioned plate, and my camera about three inches from it. And all the water that dripped from the ceiling landed on the plate as if it were placed there for that purpose. Um, thanks Universe, I owe you one.

A matched set...

Last night I dreamed about my current apartment for the first time, and it was pretty spot on as a match to reality. Usually when I dream about somewhere familiar I know where I am but it is fundamentally changed in some way.
I was tooling around, straightening up when Ryan dropped by for no particular reason. We talked for a while (about classes and algebra) before I happened to look out my window. There on the balcony was a small briefcase laying on its side. It had just started to spit rain and droplets of water were beading on the brown burgundy leather.
"Dude, there's luggage out there," I said to Ryan, and then popped out to take a look. There was also a full sized briefcase that I couldn't see from the window, as well as a matching portfolio. There was even a tiny leather business card holder. I grabbed a couple of the things and handed them in to Ryan before going back out to pick up the small briefcase that I saw first. Meanwhile Ryan was inspecting the large one and marveling at how nice it was.
We figured that they had been tossed off the balcony above mine, probably due to a state of anger. The last part we figured because there was a torn piece of cardboard attached with masking tape to one of the items with "Good bye!!!" written on it in black marker.
What I'm still surprised at is how much sense it made. There was a matching card case instead of a cracker press or something.

Feels like happy...

Cap: Louisville Watertower

Happy Thanksgiving...

Habit...

Those of you familiar with the improv game Bus Stop might get a kick out of this. I was waiting for the bus this morning and a young man crossed the street to join me in waiting. Most people never meet my eye and we go about our day in mutual denial of the other's existence. I am either too shy or too lethargic relationship-wise to try to do anything about that situation. But, unlike most people, this guy did meet my eye and even nodded hello in response to my smile. He then sat down on the ledge a couple of feet to my right and I immediately had a nearly undeniable urge to annoy him enough to make him leave.

A new take...

http://xkcd.com/665/
I love you, xkcd.
Sincerly,
Renee

Shadow and Lace...

Entertainment...

Yesterday my television stayed on for a good portion of the day while I went about my business. This is what I watched:

-Cartoon Network, 1pm-9pm
--Looney Toons marathon.
--Open Season, an animated movie about woodland creatures.
-SciFi Channel, 9pm-11:35pm
--Interview With a Vampire, a movie in which a nearly unrecognizable Tom Cruise plays a blond vampire.
-History Channel, 11:35pm-wee hours
--Tail end of Cleopatra: Portrait of a Killer
--Jack the Ripper in the US
--World War II in HD

I had some weird and bloody dreams.

Surprise...

I am now, as of yesterday afternoon, the proud auntie of a beautiful baby girl! And I can mark "help a woman give birth" off my TTDBID list. In all seriousness, it wasn't on the list, but did prove to be an exceptional experience.
Boo Boo doesn't have a for sure first name yet, last I heard, but I'm sure she will soon and should be coming home tomorrow. She's 5 lbs 4.5 oz, 18" long, and perfectly healthy and strong. Pretty freaking adorable as well. A nice trifecta of traits for a baby.

Photo Thursday: Concentric...

Colorful...

Lately I've been having dreams that are incredibly long and very complex, with an unprecedented degree of plot development. In one I was a young man staying for a little while with a family who had a house in the middle of the woods. To get to it I had to hike 6 miles out to a cave in a hillside, and then go down into it. Far in the back of the cave the limestone walls gave way to a small concrete room with a rough wooden door set into one side. On the other side of the door a long, narrow staircase led up to the kitchen of the house. How cool is that? A cellar with an escape route into/entrance from a cave. I know!

~ "No! Only girls cry! Men weep!"
Thank you, Cartoon Network. I love you.

Photo Thursday: My bubby...

Photo Thursday: Crossing lines of focus edition...

Cap: From Atop...
Madison, IN

Photo Thursday: Shady Avenue Edition...

The last one went over well...

...so here's another picture.

Cap: Louisville, KY skyline

Maybe Thursday will be Photo Day for a while?

Autumn has suddenly arrived here in West Lafayette...

Resemblance...

Tumbling dark hair
Laugh lines
Calm and reassuring
Warm and real
It hurts to think
that I'll never see you
outside of that dream
My heart aches
as if you were real
Come back to me
Please

As far as we've come...

I watched a program on the sexual revolution of the late 60's and fairly extensive interviews with Hugh Hefner were featured in one section. Now, I’ve got to say that I don’t have a lot of respect for the man. For one thing I find it really creepy that you only ever see him in pictures where his arm is around a couple of girls that are young enough to be his granddaughters. Oh wait a minute, I mean his great-great-granddaughters. Maybe I wouldn’t have so much of a problem with that if the road were not firmly labeled as one way. It is glorified for a man to score with a hot, young, nubile girl that (if she’s lucky) has just graduated from high school. Can a woman date someone who is 60 years younger than she is? No. 40, 30, 20, even 10? No. If there’s one thing that makes me angry, it’s a double standard.
Ok, back to the subject. Hugh said something that I agree with. He said that he thought that it was funny that what was (and still is) considered obscene was nudity, instead of violence. He considered sexuality to be one of the nicer sides of humanity; so why censor that? To an extent, I agree.
Here’s where I think ol’ Hugh went wrong:
Playboy did open minds in some ways, but it was not glorifying sexuality in general, it was glorifying male sexuality and a standard of female flesh, and even worse so today. It’s not a message that says “Sex is not a bad thing” it says, “Sex with this is not a bad thing. This is beauty, this is what should be valued.” The sexual revolution was about all people being beautiful, all people being able to freely experience the guilt and shame-free ecstasy of love.
In Hefner’s magazine and TV shows, there is nothing about two people being free to love and enjoy one another, it is about the entitlement of men, and the accessibility of women, whether that’s for serving you drinks, or being there whenever you want to have sex. I have a problem with that.
I certainly have a problem with sex only being viewed as useful for procreation, and all positions other than missionary being illegal (oh yes, that was the case). But I also have a problem with the fact that to this day when a man has a lot of sex he’s viewed as a virile stud, and when a woman has a lot of sex she’s a slut and a whore. I have a big problem with that.
I have a problem with the fact that in a professional situation a man has to be driven, committed, and aggressive to get to the top, and that’s a good thing; the traits of a big league player. When a woman does that, she’s a career driven bitch who clearly just needs a good lay to remind her that she’s a woman.
The Women's Liberation movement was absolutely invaluable; socially, politically, and sexually, and I believe that it made a crucial change in US culture. I owe a huge debt to the women who spoke out. The longer I'm alive the more I could be classified as a feminist. In reality all I want is equality; funny that that should still come with a stigmatized label, huh?

Meta...

Noticed a lot of referrals from here, so I checked it out: http://arnelpinedarocks.com/forum/index.php/topic?f=38&t=843&start=25
I'm glad they (you) liked my review of the Indy Journey concert. Tickled me that it got "re-blogged" if you will. Still revelling in memories of that concert. What a great night. What a great band. What fun we all had in the short time we were together.

Re: David Duchovny
That's just a thing I do.


To be honest Renee is kind of hoping for a re-re-re-blog...

EDIT: Yes!!