OoooooOOOOOOooo!!! Tiger is coming. How fuckin' cool does this look???
Er, anybody want to slightly-unethically split the 5-license family pack with me? I, er, don't really have $200.
Crap, it looks so awesome, I wish my mom and dad were on a Mac. Life would be so much easier for me if y'all switched! Bastards.
But it's so shiny. And the Weather Widget? Christ, i've been wanting one of those ever since Weatherbug got spywared. (And then I ditched the PC and spyware became irrelevant. But still.)
(OK, I have Ann on board to split the 5-license pack. Who else do I even know with a Mac?)
Other news:
Nothing to report about work. Except that I was bored enough to read a celeb gossip magazine. Good GOD how do you people manage to care about these weird famous people? Yeesh.
Oh, managed to nearly fill my LJ pictures quota. Definitely need to resize the photos myself. Duh. Am fixing the galleries now. They should, also, load faster.
Dave made dinner. I caught the bus home! It involved cutting in line at the cash office, counting my bank in literally two minutes (astonishing my coworkers, who'd never seen a bank counted so fast and yet be on-- yes, I am good), and sprinting like mad. I phoned him up and he said, "OK good, I'll put dinner in the oven and it'll be ready when you get home."
So, emailing Dave and telling him what to make for dinner seems all in all to be a better solution than arriving home at 9 expecting he'll have just figured something out, only to discover that he hadn't given it a moment's thought. Whoops.
Also, he did dishes. Not all yet. But some. Am psyched. And yes, I know, this means I have to clean the house. Whatev. Those dishes frightened me.
Tomorrow I will plant sweet peas. And hopefully, regular peas, and sugar snap peas. But that involves cutting sod.
Dave bought me topsoil! And cream cheese. My life is complete.
Also Glorfindel is making himself increasingly angsty. Come on, how unangstified do you think I can make him manage to be even after subjecting him to all this torture? He'll either be an awesome or a ridiculous character if this keeps up.
Though I'm going to start being at risk of making Ecthelion look like a wuss for being naturally angsty and not having been comparably tortured.
Ah, pictures are finished uploading. I present to you, to any of you brave enough to dare to delve into why I love cemeteries so much, a gallery of photos from Mt. Hope Cemetery. So purdy and poignant. Oh, the last ten are old photos I'm copying over from my other webserver and I'm going to delete them from there so I have more space for fic and mp3s. :D
Er, anybody want to slightly-unethically split the 5-license family pack with me? I, er, don't really have $200.
Crap, it looks so awesome, I wish my mom and dad were on a Mac. Life would be so much easier for me if y'all switched! Bastards.
But it's so shiny. And the Weather Widget? Christ, i've been wanting one of those ever since Weatherbug got spywared. (And then I ditched the PC and spyware became irrelevant. But still.)
(OK, I have Ann on board to split the 5-license pack. Who else do I even know with a Mac?)
Other news:
Nothing to report about work. Except that I was bored enough to read a celeb gossip magazine. Good GOD how do you people manage to care about these weird famous people? Yeesh.
Oh, managed to nearly fill my LJ pictures quota. Definitely need to resize the photos myself. Duh. Am fixing the galleries now. They should, also, load faster.
Dave made dinner. I caught the bus home! It involved cutting in line at the cash office, counting my bank in literally two minutes (astonishing my coworkers, who'd never seen a bank counted so fast and yet be on-- yes, I am good), and sprinting like mad. I phoned him up and he said, "OK good, I'll put dinner in the oven and it'll be ready when you get home."
So, emailing Dave and telling him what to make for dinner seems all in all to be a better solution than arriving home at 9 expecting he'll have just figured something out, only to discover that he hadn't given it a moment's thought. Whoops.
Also, he did dishes. Not all yet. But some. Am psyched. And yes, I know, this means I have to clean the house. Whatev. Those dishes frightened me.
Tomorrow I will plant sweet peas. And hopefully, regular peas, and sugar snap peas. But that involves cutting sod.
Dave bought me topsoil! And cream cheese. My life is complete.
Also Glorfindel is making himself increasingly angsty. Come on, how unangstified do you think I can make him manage to be even after subjecting him to all this torture? He'll either be an awesome or a ridiculous character if this keeps up.
Though I'm going to start being at risk of making Ecthelion look like a wuss for being naturally angsty and not having been comparably tortured.
Ah, pictures are finished uploading. I present to you, to any of you brave enough to dare to delve into why I love cemeteries so much, a gallery of photos from Mt. Hope Cemetery. So purdy and poignant. Oh, the last ten are old photos I'm copying over from my other webserver and I'm going to delete them from there so I have more space for fic and mp3s. :D
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Date: 2005-04-13 03:12 pm (UTC)Now I'm going to have to go find that.... Neat pics! Wish I had a Mac but the other half can't stand them. *rolls eyes* Silly mon.... ;)
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Date: 2005-04-13 03:57 pm (UTC)My mother's the town historian for our little town. Often people would call her looking for cemeteries, or having discovered cemeteries. Sometimes we would go help students clean cemeteries up for community service projects. By "cleaning up" I mean, cutting down trees, clearing out brush, and excavating to locate the stones. Mom used to carry a metal 3' rod in her car that was expressly for probing through dirt to locate tipped-over and buried tombstones.
That's the condition small rural cemeteries are often in.
She takes the 4th grade classes every year (well, used to, before the state-mandated testing meant that teachers had to cut out all extracurricular activities to devote the time to test prep) to one of the large local cemeteries to do rubbings and learn about the area's history through the monuments of its residents. Many of the older stones are so faded you can only find out what they say by doing rubbings.
And her extended family used to have reunions every year in the big cemetery outside of Albany where her great-uncle was buried. Great-aunt Esther and her daughter would come in from Syracuse, and we'd perform maintenance and planting on the plot, and visit the stones of all the other relatives and make sure they had decent plants around them, and then we'd have a big picnic. I mostly remember climbing on the really big modern tombstones.
My parents recently took their first solo weekend outing together since their honeymoon. Where did they go? Barre, Vermont: the home of a famous granite quarry and one of the nation's stonecutting and carving capitals. There are cemeteries there that are famous all over for the sheer mastery of their stonecarving. Often they are the graves of stonecutters, many of whom have died young from the disease you get from inhaling stone dust (silica-something). They had a blast.
And Grandma has, on her wall, a plaster cast of the tombstone of one of her ancestresses. Here lies ye body of Ann Denison, who dyed in 1712 in ye 96th year of her age. It has a winged death's head at the top and is in general very cool. There's some sort of dire epitaph as well. I've always loved it.
And Macs are entirely different beasts since they came out with OS X. It's really an entirely different operating system. Mine hasn't crashed more than once or maybe twice in almost two years now.
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Date: 2005-04-13 04:17 pm (UTC)There's 11-Greats-Grandma Ann's tombstone with the winged death's-head. It's quite small, as well.
I forgot to mention. In my natal city of Troy, NY, there is a lovely old cemetery called Oakwood Cemetery. They are on hard times, financially; all the money of Troy was made around 1850, and so there are these elaborate and lavish graves and monuments and mausoleums dating from that era. But of course there's no money now; Troy is mostly a postindustrial slum. But they struggle to keep this cemetery beautiful, sometimes in the face of outright vandalism. The crematorium has Tiffany windows and copper flashing in the roof. There are Italian marbles and cast-iron link fences scattered throughout the cemetery. And it has a commanding view of the Hudson, including the beautiful Cohoes Falls waterfall.
As a fundraiser, they released a calendar.
Of the members of the board, posed in the cemetery.
Apparently nude.
All with things strategically keeping the photos PG at worst.
(All of them are wearing underwear or swimsuits, the introduction explains, except for one, and they're not telling who.)
My mother has this calendar and it's both stunningly beautiful and extremely funny.
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