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| Friday, December 25th, 2009 |
evcelt
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7:41p |
Merry Christmas!
None of the critical part of the song is directed at the Christians on my flist- you live your faith, and I admire that. And I hope you know that (like Jackson Browne) I'm a "heathen and a Pagan on the side of the Rebel Jesus." Love and light and peace to all... Current Mood:  peacefulCurrent Music: guess... |
| Thursday, December 24th, 2009 |
evcelt
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5:01p |
Christmas Eve
"I salute you. There is nothing I can give you which you have not, but there is much that while I cannot give, you can take. No heaven can come to us unless our hearts find rest in it today. Take heaven. No peace lies in the future which is not hidden in this present instant. Take peace. The gloom of the world is but a shadow. Behind it, yet within our reach, is joy. Take joy. And so at this Christmastime, I greet you, with the prayer that for you, now and forever, the day breaks and the shadows flee away." - adapted from Fra Giovanni's letter to Countess Allagia Aldobrandeschi on Christmas Eve, 1513. Current Mood:  calm |
usernamenumber
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12:01p |
boston people: booooored
I've been on vacation for all of about four hours and already I'm bored and starting to bum. Anything happening today? |
| Tuesday, December 22nd, 2009 |
evcelt
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11:54a |
The Light always returns
Land of LightO sleep in peace you valleys and hills Be safe be free as the breeze The north wind of fear like a banshee howled And she drove you down on your knees to pray She drove you down on your knees Lift up your head to the morning light The fight o'er darkness is won And feast your eyes on the land you love Its life returning with the sun behold Its life returning with the sun And the morning walks proud, shining out like a flame No evil could subdue You open up your arms in friendship and joy To welcome in the new born day To welcome in the new May the spirit so strong in the shadow and storm Hold fast to what is right And surely as you breathe the gentle air of peace This land shall shelter in the light of love This land shall shelter in the light - the Tannahill Weavers Current Mood: calm |
| Monday, December 21st, 2009 |
zurell
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7:21p |
*dances*
I'm an overgrown child eagerly awaiting the moment in which I do all of the following: open up and play my PS3, get Folklore in the mail (*squee*), see my sister's expression when she sees her awesome Sherlock Holmes-ish pocket watch that my brother and I got her for X-Mas, see Guy Ritchie's ultra awesome Sherlock Holmes movie with said-sister, finally finish Greg's handsome sweater, and finally-Finally-FINALLY see the end of all the Christmas holiday rush! Oh, Folklore...why are you so pretty? You'll bide me time until I get Uncharted 2 and MGS 4. I tell you, it's addicting watching the USPS tracking website to find where my package current is. :) |
witticaster
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7:58p |
Don't you know your times tables by now?
Home again. Didn't get to trek through a blizzard to harass Citadel dwellers, but I've had far worse trips home for the holidays. (The time the dorms were closed, my flight was canceled, and I had to sleep on Bernie's floor comes to mind.) Time continues to make certain things here worse, but everyone is mostly healthy and happy, including the adorable new Dachshund puppies my aunt adopted. So life continues. Meanwhile, I am again reminded that I'm related to these people. Currently baked, baking, or soon to be made/baked in our kitchen: 4.5 dozen chocolate chip cookies, 4 dozen mint chocolate chip m&m cookies, 1 pan of plain brownies, 1 pan of brownies with pecans, 3 dozen peanut butter cookies (with peanut butter chips and chocolate chips), 4 dozen oatmeal butterscotch cookies, 4 dozen chocolate chip pecan cookies, some number of boiled cookies (oatmeal, peanut butter and chocolate), chocolate and peanut butter covered peanuts, and possibly some batch of something involving M&Ms. We haven't figured out what yet. If we're too worn out by that point we'll probably just give them to Mom to eat. There are also plans for peanut brittle, but Cyndi's handling that at home. Fortunately Cyn's gifting almost all of this to people for the holidays or I'd return home spherical. Though if any of the recipes I don't already have turn out to be particularly delicious, I'll bring them back with me. Other than that, gaps in logic, mocked stubbornness, and obsessive cleanliness have abounded, and we're already planning to see the new Sherlock Holmes movie after Christmas. It's good to be home. |
evcelt
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6:58p |
The Shortest Day
The Shortest DayAnd so the Shortest Day came and the year died And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world Came people singing, dancing, To drive the dark away. They lighted candles in the winter trees, They hung their homes with evergreen, They burned beseeching fires all night long To keep the year alive. And when the new year's sunshine blazed awake They shouted, reveling. Through all the frosty ages you can hear them Echoing behind us - listen! All the long echoes sing the same delight This Shortest Day. As promise wakens in the sleeping land, They carol, feast, give thanks, And dearly love their friends, And hope for peace. And now so do we, here, now, This year and every year. Welcome Yule! - Susan Cooper Bright blessings and a happy, warm and safe Yule, everyone! Current Mood:  chipperCurrent Music: bits of Revels music in my head... |
toothlesshag
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6:27p |
Wow
PG county schools closed all this week. Guess my xmas has begun! I'll have to make it up in June :/ |
ladysprite
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4:27p |
In Praise Of People
My world is truly filled with wonderful people. I have amazing and incredible friends, whom I really ought to enthuse about more often, but recently I have had more than my fair share of amazing and positive encounters with Just Random Folks. Part of my being terminally organized is making weekly menu plans and grocery lists, and doing weekly grocery shopping runs. This means that either I, my husband, or both of us are at the same grocery store every week. And since part of the meal plan is sandwiches for me to take to work for lunch, we usually have to stop at the deli counter for cold cuts. While we don't always see the same people working there, over the years we've gotten to know at least a handful of the staff. There's always a rotating pool of high-school and college age part-timers, a pair of terminally energetic and cheery old men, and the Deli Lady. The Deli Lady has always confused me somewhat, mostly because, according to my husband, she's usually curt and rather grumpy with him, yet she goes out of her way to be pleasant with me. I've never had any particular idea why; goodness knows my husband is quite easy to get along with. I just assumed she didn't like big, imposing-looking men, and was otherwise a cheerful person. Her chatter was always friendly but vague - asking how my day was or, when I showed up on crutches, what was wrong. Nothing particularly exciting or unusual. So today we were out running errands and grocery shopping while I wound up in the middle of an atrocious mood collapse. Anxiety and depression and misery all somehow came pouring down on my head between the car and the front door of the store, leaving me a little puddle of failure-to-cope for no comprehensible reason. I spent most of the trip hiding behind the grocery cart, until we got to the deli counter. And while one of the rotating pool of college kids (subspecies Redhead-With-Piercings) measured and sliced out my husband's order, the Deli Lady came out, took a look at my husband, and promptly asked 'What, just the one of you today? Where's your wife?' And she looked around until she saw me, and grinned like I'd made her day, and continued to chat with me about holiday planning, the weather, her daughter's impending visit, and goodness knows what else until we were done with our business and had to move on. It's such a little thing, when I write it down like that. But at the same time... being recognized and remembered, by someone who doesn't have to - when I'm that far into the throes of my own personal crazybrain, feeling like I'm not sure whether I exist or not, or whether anyone wants me in their world - it was enough to short-circuit a miserable mood swing that otherwise could have lasted all day or more. So thank you, Deli Lady, for being cheerful when you didn't have to be and for prying me out of a deep blue funk without even recognizing you were doing it. I think, if I have any cookies left over after I deliver all of my holiday gifts to friends, I'm going to have to bring her some..... Current Mood:  okay |
usernamenumber
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3:08p |
California People. Early warning of plans in your vicinity.
I am going to be in CA for ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) slyviolet and wyldelf's Grand and Glorious Celebration Of Nuptuality (which happens to be planned for my birthday-- what an awesome present!). I figure I'll fly in on Friday 2 Apr and out Sat 10 Apr. I will, of course, wish to see all of you. Together, we shall do Stuff. Mayhem shall ensue and a good time shall be had by all. You have been warned. ...and on that note, anything (else) going on that week what I should know about? I'll post again closer to the date, but hey can't hurt to get on people's calendars now. :) Current Music: Dar Williams - Alleluia |
usernamenumber
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12:48p |
I need to replace my phone. Like seriously. So sick of dropped calls, mediocre sound quality and mediocre-at-best apps on my Centro. Considering alternatives. I'd been mainly looking at the iphone and droid and had mostly decided on the droid because it's a relatively open platform (so, you know, I can have another dev project to spend my free time on, cause I totally need that...) has a physical keyboard and I guess I'd just like to support Android if I can (though even then, "Go open source!" is duking it out with "Dude, the ubiquity of Google is getting creepy..." in my head) but... honestly, the more I think about it, I wonder whether a droid might be overkill. The main things I do on my phone are (in rough order of frequency/importance): - Phone calls - Text - Take notes - Tell the calendar to beep me when I have a meeting - Gmail and Twitter - Other sites very rarely, like when I reeeally need to search for something and I'm on the road For some reason I'd never really seriously considered the Blackberry, but With the exception of the last two, these are all things I'm told they excel at. Anyone have a bb and want to try and sell me on it? If it does the first four better than the droid (or if the price difference is enough to outweigh any performance differences) and it does the web stuff decently, I'd at least consider it. It seems I could probably get a BB much cheaper and without going through the hassle of getting a contract with a new carrier. My biggest concern about the Droid is actually that it might have too many features. Right now my Centro is almost good enough. The Droid/iphone/etc have a lot of cool apps that I don't even know about, and I'm sure they'll be so cool that they'll up my minimum requirements for what I feel like I "need" in a phone (remember way back when that list was: "phone"?), and, eh, I just don't know if I want to go there. I don't currently use my phone for games, or to dynamically overlay information from the internet over a realtime video feed from my camera (yes, there's a Droid app that does that!), and as cool as that is... Idunno. My life doesn't need more bells and whistles right now (then again, that is really damn cool..). Plus I'm considering just buying the phone outright so I don't have to get a contract even if I do change providers (is that even possible?), and the Droid is $500+... for a phone. Yeeps. Anyway, anyone care to comment? |
| Sunday, December 20th, 2009 |
evcelt
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11:12p |
pretty good endweek, all things considered
The Foundation party on Thursday was excellent... great food, and a great location (top of the Key Bridge Marriot in Rosslyn- amazing view of the river and DC). And I won a door prize (I had set my mind to it, and it paid off!). And the COO gave me kudos in his speech.* And (earlier that day) my boss told me I was one of the few people getting a mid-year bonus.** Friday I went to Trader Joe's, which was an unexpected madhouse. I heard someone mention a storm, so I called the weather. This was the first I heard about the oncoming Snowpocalypse. To my shame, I actually had bread and milk on my list... at least no TP. That evening, we wisely decided to do our Saturday-planned shopping and had a lovely (triumphal!) dinner at Dogfish Head... I had their Olde School Barleywine, monsteralice had their Fort (potent raspberry brew); we both had their yummy bratwurst as entrees, then she had the apple crisp and I had the brownie sundae.*** It was snowing before we got there, and even moreso when we left. After rather exciting drive home, we settled in to watch the snow fall. And next morning it was still falling... I made bread pudding with some bread from the freezer, which provided our breakfasts for the weekend.**** It was a lovely and mostly relaxing day, with a few forays out to keep the porches clear enough to allow us to open the storm doors. It was mighty amusing to watch Judy deal with her first big snow- she bravely tried to plow her way through it, then hit on the concept of sproinging around... We finished off the lamb stew for dinner, and watched "Constantine"- monsteralice hadn't seen it, and I could deal with seeing it again- a fine bit of occult fantasy, if you diligently forget it has anything real to do with "Hellblazer." The only downside to the day was Windows Vista (with which the Hellboy laptop is afflicted) being obnoxious. Today I did a lot of snow shoveling, which was hard work but not really nasty. We wrapped presents, ate more bread pudding and Indian food, and generally slacked off. And soon it will be bedtime. Getting to work might be a trifle amusing tomorrow... I think it will be a Metro day, as they haven't plowed our street yet. --- notes:***** * it should have been the President/CEO, but he was sick ** we run on a school year schedule, so it really is mid-year for us *** usually I get their bread pudding, as they don't make it with raisins, but there was a reason not to **** that's the reason! ***** I stole this idea from red_steve Current Mood:  mellowCurrent Music: night noises of the household |
ladysprite
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2:33p |
Where Can This Go From Here?
I think I may have just started an escalating war of holiday-spirit treat-swapping with our neighbors. So the snow fairy visited us in the night, blanketing our neighborhood in about 6-8 inches of sparkly white. This is beautiful and perfect for the season, but it also meant that my poor husband had to shovel a whole bloody lot, especially since our house is on a corner. Blessedly, when he finished clearing our driveway, our sweetheart of a neighbor, who had been clearing his own drive, came over with his snowblower and cleared our entire sidewalk. Both sides of the house, without asking or hesitating. Since I had been inside finishing up my holiday baking while the shoveling and clearing was going on, as soon as umbran let me know what he had done, I put together a plate of cookies and took it over to them as a thank-you. Neighbor and his wife were very happy, and I went back home smiling and cheerful, glad that both I had been the recipient of such a kindness and that I had been able to do a little something to repay such nice people. About half an hour later, though, neighbor and wife knocked on our back door. Apparently, as a thank-you for the cookies, they wanted to bring over a share of their holiday baking - a box of homemade fudge. And it came with an invitation to stop by their house anytime, and a promise of future snowblowing aid. I fully intend to take them up on their invitation, though I'm not sure quite what to bring as the next step in this swapping war. Maybe a loaf of bread; it's been way too long since I've made bread from scratch. It's incredibly good fudge, too. I haven't had anything quite this perfectly rich and smooth and intensely chocolate in a heck of a long time. I think I love my neighborhood. Current Mood:  cheerfulCurrent Music: 'Right Round,' The Beelzebubs |
| Saturday, December 19th, 2009 |
evcelt
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7:28p |
adventures in driving
Sparked by divalion's post on the same subject... I remember being effing lost in the Selkiemobile in Hagerstown during the Valentine's Day Blizzard of '03, with no wallet or cellphone on me, hearing how the Governor had declared a state of emergency... thinking that I was going to die in a ditch someplace. All because larpwriting and sjo's neighbors were being major douches, having basically threatened the safety of my car if I left it in front of their house. Even last night, in the Bat (which at least has 4 wheel drive), it was an... adventure getting home. We'd decided to run our Saturday errands and get dinner at Dogfish Head in Seven Corners, and I foolishly tried to take my usual way home- along Wilson Blvd., which has some really steep hills. Well, after my brakes locking up on one of the lesser slopes, I decided to backtrack... but the way was blocked. After a doomed, scary but beautiful attempt to detour through weird suburban backroads (there were some truly impressive lighting displays, but Arlington roads are screwed up in an almost-Lovecraftian way at the best of times... add snow and more steep hills, and... yikes), I managed the backtrack and went home via 50 and Glebe. Beer at dinner or not, I deserved the single malt that I had when we got home. And Papa Legba got rum and his candle lit, you betcha. Stay safe and warm, OK? Current Mood: chipperCurrent Music: Revels music |
| Friday, December 18th, 2009 |
ladysprite
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12:57p |
Too Much Sugar
So it is my tradition every year, while doing my holiday baking, to listen to holiday music. One of the local radio stations obliges quite nicely, playing holiday music straight through the entire month. This year, though, my schedule has fallen out such that, instead of an hour or two of baking a night over a couple of weeks, I've managed to have two straight days in a row of baking from morning 'til night. And this has left me with one thought and one thought only: All I want for Christmas is a Warren Zevon Holiday Special. I mean, think of it - Werewolves of London running around in Santa suits. Poor headless Roland lamenting the fact that he can't wear a Santa hat, only to learn that the true meaning of Christmas was more about ephemerals instead of the trappings. And then we can zoom forward in time to Transverse City and see the repercussions of a world without holiday spirit, and then travel back to make sure that everything works out just right so that the holiday comes into existence. There'd be a brief side trip where Our Narrator winds up smoking the frankincense and myrrh, sure, but then it'd end up with Jesus thanking them for making sure his path wound up working out appropriately and singing 'Keep Me In Your Heart For A While.' I think this would be awesome. Then again, I may have been huffing too many vanilla fumes and listening to too much Bing Crosby today..... Current Mood:  artisticCurrent Music: they all sound the same now.... |
office_ninja
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9:36a |
When I was a kid I dreamt of a huge clubhouse made of enormous concentric spherical walls, such that each layer was a different room that you could climb through or slide down. And in the center was a huge collection of toy transforming robots. On opposite sides were these giant ferris wheels staffed by space people (i.e., people in spandex suits). It was the coolest thing ever. Last night I dreamt my CHECK ENGINE light came on. What the hell happened to me? Even my nightmares used to be interesting. |
| Thursday, December 17th, 2009 |
usernamenumber
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7:21p |
...in which I amuse myself
So, there's this British comedy/music quiz show called Never Mind the Buzzcocks. They recently did a Doctor Who special with a bunch of DW cast plus Noel Fielding of The Mighty Boosh as the panelists and David Tennant as the host. So far, it is fantastic. At one point, he starts asking the panelists Doctor Who questions instead of music questions. My question for you, Dear Readers, is this: am I more of a nerd or less of a nerd if when asked "Who created the Daleks?", I blurt out " Terry Nation" long before it occurs to me to answer " Davros"? ...just wonderin'. Also, Noel Fielding's comment on Davros: "Is he the small one? The one who looks like a prawn?" <3 Boosh. Current Mood:  amused |
usernamenumber
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3:48p |
Upcoming Victoriana Fiction/History mashup LARP
I may have posted about this before, but it's worth mentioning again because the game needs players! Foam Brain Productions is hosting another weekend-long game, which looks like it will be particularly tasty to those of you who are into playing Victorian-era dress-up. It's called "1897: Queen Victoria's Diamond Jubilee", will run in Troy, NY February 26-28, and is written by the same group who wrote "Torch of Freedom", another excellent weekend-long game. Plus, though the blurb doesn't really make this clear, all of the characters in the game are actual historical or fictional characters from that time, which sounds nifty to me. It's also a huge game, so it needs people to sign up for it, so if you're at al interested, check out the application form at 1897.foambrain.com! Crash space can be arranged should you need it. |
ladysprite
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1:18p |
Cookbook Project, Books #129, 130, and 131
"Slow Cooker Meals," Betty Crocker And back once again to the glossy checkout lane booklets - after a brief break into the land of hardcover and respectable books, I had to start attacking this shelf again. This is one that I bought for myself, mostly because I love my crock pot, and I've used it at least a couple of times. There are a couple of decent, safe recipes in there for things like baked pasta and chili and the like. I decided, though, not to slack off - I'm nearing the end of the project, and I don't want to succumb to the urge to slack off and make easy, safe stuff - and instead of falling back on one of those, to make something that I normally wouldn't. So we wound up making Thai Chicken. (As an aside, one of the most positive side effects of this project is that I'm becoming more comfortable cooking with flavors in the Asian spectrum. I know this isn't real Thai food, but hey, a year ago I never would have approached a dish with peanut sauce, and now they're slowly becoming a go-to category....) The Thai chicken was pretty good - if anything, it was a bit bland, but the meat came out nice and moist, and the sauce was a good base flavor. If I made it again, and I'm likely to, I'd double the lime juice and use a spicier salsa. That's all. "Dishes Children Love," Shop-Rite Supermarkets This book is one of a series of ancient, non-glossy booklets that I got as hand-me-downs from my mother. I admit that I've been doing my best to ignore the fact that they're on my shelf, since I've been desperately dreading using them, but I'm at the point where I can't dodge them any longer. Since this one was the most unfortunate-looking, I decided to bite the bullet and get it out of the way first. Among other things, children apparently love dishes with stupid names made with MSG. Also, apparently, dishes that are either cream-based or deep-fried. When my sainted husband vetoed the concept of fried stuffed hot dogs (coward), we wound up making Grilled Tuna Salad Sandwiches instead. They were, well, not as bad as I had feared. They were kind of a cross between tuna salad sandwiches and Monte Cristos, being dipped in egg before grilling, and the bread wound up kind of soggy, but they were edible, and decent enough for a quick dinner. I'm never going to make them again, nor am I likely to make anything else from this book, but I can't quite bring myself to get rid of it either - if nothing else, it's entertaining. "The Joy of Cooking," Irma S.Rombauer and Marion Rombauer Becker I have mentioned before that ours is a mixed marriage. I am a Fannie Farmer purist, but my still-sainted husband comes from a Joy of Cooking family. As such, I have a copy of that book in my house, and that, unfortunately, means that I needed to bite the bullet and actually cook something from it. I know, intellectually, that it's a perfectly fine cookbook. But I still feel like I'm betraying my mother, my lineage, and my beloved copy of Fannie Farmer by doing so. After Thanksgiving, we had a turkey carcass just taking up room in the fridge. And giblets. And extra aromatics and herbs, and, blessedly, extra time. So I figured that this was an opportunity to... well, accomplish a few things at once, and looked up Joy's recipe for Turkey Stock. One dead turkey, some carrots and onions and celery and bay leaves and peppercorns, and several hours of simmering and straining later, I had something magical. I had never made my own stock before; it always struck me as something fussy and time consuming and beyond me. But this was far easier than I had anticipated, and in addition to making the house smell amazing and using up a lot of leftover stuff, it's worlds better than any canned broth or stock I've ever tried. I am not a convert. But I will grudgingly admit that this book may have earned its place on my shelf. Current Mood:  blahCurrent Music: 'All I Want for Christmas Is You,' Mariah Carey |
usernamenumber
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12:19p |
Boston people: Tripod Geekmusik Outing!
The other day I got an email from rubicantoto informing me that an australian musical comedy trio called Tripod would be performing in this neck of the woods in late January. His description of them, "wrong-continent Moxy Fruvous", had me curious. The youtube playlist of their performances, to which he linked me, had me intrigued, and the following description from the event site has me excited: Part Flight of the Conchords and part Tenacious D, this three man musical comedy group is legendary in its native Australia -- they regularly play the Sydney Opera House and other massive palaces of high art. In residency here for two weeks, this world premiere performance will be the world's first glimpse of their latest opus: a musical theater work of exquisite sophistication and hilarity that delves deep into the terrifying, tantalizing, geektastic world of D&D. North Adams may never be the same....umm, Yespls! Tix are $15 and the show is on Sat Jan 30th at 8pm at the MA Museum of Contemporary Art in North Adams. This is about 3 hrs away from Bostonish, so I'm thinking a day trip: check out the museum, then catch the show, then drag ourselves home at zomgithurts o'clock am. Who's up for it? Details and tix here. I can do the usual thing of buying tickets in a block for whoever is interested and then y'all can pay me back. EDIT Craaaaaaap! This conflicts with the High Noon larp at Brandeis, for which I'm already signed up! Tempted to drop a game for once, but trying to track down alternate dates instead.... =:( |
evcelt
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12:15p |
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| Wednesday, December 16th, 2009 |
ladysprite
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11:40a |
What Really Matters?
In my entire career as a vet student and a veterinarian, I have had the ill fortune to have a patient die during my examination of them three times. None of these events were unexpected; all three animals were critically ill, and in at least one instance the clients and I were discussing euthanasia when the patient took the decision out of our hands. What I realized last night, though, was that two of the three clients sent me thank-you cards after the fact. And while I'm flattered, and I adore the thought and the appreciation, all I can think is... really? What for? I didn't help these animals - not only didn't I save their lives, I didn't even ease their passage - they died without my assistance. I just happened to be present at the time, and know the right words to say to make it hurt less. And while I'm not discounting the significance of that, it's not something that requires a medical professional to do. In a lot of arts and performance skills, there are the things that you do to impress the people who don't know what you're doing and the things that you do to impress the people who do know what you're doing. And usually the former things are showier but ultimately simpler and easier, while the latter things tend to be harder but subtler - less flashy and obviously impressive. And while I've always known that veterinary medicine is an art as well as a science, I never realized until now that that rule of thumb applies here too. Clients don't usually get impressed or send me cards and candy when I pick up on a tiny, subtle abnormality during an exam, and pick the right tests, and diagnose their pet with a condition that could have become life-threatening if I hadn't caught it then and there, and figure out the right treatment to keep it from becoming a problem. That's just my job; it's what I'm supposed to do. Other vets may high-five me and boggle at my remembering that hepatocutaneous syndrome even exists, or for thinking to keep Obscure Infection X on my list of differentials, but for the most part, to the clients, that's just what they pay me to do. On the other hand, holding someone's hand while they cry, or telling them that it's okay to hurt, or reassuring them that they did the right thing and tried everything they could, doesn't require a medical degree. It's not a challenge to my knowledge, and while I know it's a skill of mine I don't think of it so much as a professional skill. And vets don't usually call each other at the end of the day and say, 'Dude, I have to tell you about the outrageous grief counseling I did today' like we occasionally will with exciting or freaky cases. And yet that's what people remember most, and why I won't get rhapsodies of delight for diagnosing a dog with Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever or multiple-drug-resistant osteomyelitis, but I will for being in the room when their bunny has a heart attack. I'm not quite sure what to do with this realization, or where to take it from here, but it's an interesting epiphany, and one that I need to think about.... Current Mood:  thoughtfulCurrent Music: the office fax machine |
| Tuesday, December 15th, 2009 |
ladysprite
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9:52p |
Happy!
To everyone who sent me birthday well-wishes, thank you so much! I am overwhelmed beyond belief; it's still a rather new feeling to have my birthday be remembered. I've had a truly wonderful day today, other than a frustrating stumble at work. Joy and support and blessed good fortune have been coming at me from all sides. The techs at work brought me cheesecake. My father, of all people, sent me a gorgeous arrangement of flowers. I have a new crafting project I'm working on - my first time doing blackwork on a piece of clothing - that is going better and more easily than I had anticipated. I have a card from a client that the clinic forwarded to me, saying wonderful and sweet things that made me tear up when I read it. And best of all, my better half has two job interviews this week. I know, intellectually, that nothing may come of them, but just being able to spend today feeling hopeful instead of panicky and anxious is worth more than almost any gift I could think of. Right now, I am happily home and curled up with my husband, my kitty, and a comfy blanket. I am tired and achy from being stabbed repeatedly with a needle, but the tattoo is healing well, and if tired and achy is the worst I have to deal with, today is a wonderful day. Current Mood:  contentCurrent Music: random babble on tv |
zurell
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7:55p |
Tuna Croquettes!
I felt like after a long day at work I could do some cooking for myself from scratch rather than have leftovers. I ended up digging around online and found Alton Brown's Tuna Croquette recipe on the Food Network website. So tonight I made tuna croquettes from scratch in the kitchen but with a few minor changes to the recipe since I was missing a few ingredients. I substituted hot honey mustard for dijon mustard, crushed dried bread crumbs and French's Crunchy Onions for panko bread crumbs, and grapefruit juice for lemon juice. I kind of stretched out a few things as substitutions but surprisingly these subs actually went well in the little tuna croquettes that my mother really, really enjoyed it over rice. I'm kind of surprised that she loved them since she's generally pretty picky. Tomorrow gonna do trivia in Appleton with Greg. ^_^; Current Mood: chipper |
toothlesshag
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7:27p |
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