tablesaw: "Tablesaw Techniques" (Techniques)
The reason I've been skipping sleep is that I've been addictively reading a massive work of Internet-based hypertext. This is not something I would have predicted would ever happen.

I've stated my issues with hypertext before, often to [livejournal.com profile] veek, who knows much more about it than I and who can usually ask me very good questions. Thanks to her, I am aware that I'm not wholly sure why I can't get into most Internet hypertext, although I have theories.

The strongest one is that I prefer to read in a state of bodily comfort, which is not easily obtained by sitting in an uncomfortably ergonomic chair in front of a desktop PC. When I used my old laptop, I used to read literature (novels even) on that computer because I could very easily take it into my bed and read it lying down while the sun set outside the window and Xena ululated on the television screen. Also, it was cheaper than buying the very-public-domain novels for class. I still have that laptop, and probably, with only a few battery-related components replaced, it could be made serviceable, but for now, I prefer the massive, powerful and modern tower that I purchased with my own money.

But instead, I've been painfully awake until three o'clock in the afternoon poring over every cathode ray of writing.

I'm mostly done, I think, with the exception of a long piece which I now have as a hard copy. And, possibly, anything that might come after.

More to come.

ThuNYTX: 7:30. I wonder if Willz had any pressure to do something related to the date. I wonder if constructors tried to make puzzles for it.
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I seem to have struck a chord with my tale of laundry woe. Upon entering the NPL Chat Room, I saw this exchange:

[livejournal.com profile] canadianpuzzler: Hi Saw. (FWIW, I have laundry too; I'll be starting it in about half an hour, I think.
QAQAQ: Oh, thanks for reminding me ... I still have to put up my laundry at some point
[livejournal.com profile] tablesaw: Wow. My laundry has caused an outflowing of support.
[livejournal.com profile] tahnan: I, on the other hand, don't think you should be airing it in public.
QAQAQ: Why not? It's not like we have Fashion Guy here to critique it
[livejournal.com profile] canadianpuzzler: Unfortunately, however, everybody talks about your laundry, but nobody does anything about it.

Unfortunately indeed. On Monday, during one of my conversations with Veek, I mentioned that one of the things I'd been doing since my vacation was avoiding laundry. Oh, how true that was. Yesterday, when moving around clothes in what did not, ultimately, lead to me actually cleaning my clothes. I was finally able to shake loose that most mystical of all laminated documents, my driver's license. It haunts me still that, had I done laundry earlier, I would still be able to claim that I'd never seen the inside of a Hooters.

Anyway, most of my clothes are clean now. I still didn't have the willpower to go in there for a long stretch, so I limited myself to work essentials and whites. I'll have to return over the weekend.
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On Monday, I saw my friend Veek online. She's in town helping to take care of family and, although she's busy, I wanted to connect with her before the summer went ahead to far. So I asked if I we could go for a meal together. "What a coincidence," she said. "My friend Jon is in town visiting, and I'd love for you to meet him." So, a plan was set to go out Monday night. )

WedNYTX: 7:30. I have absolutely no idea what 34A is supposed to mean. WedLATX: 7.
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Yesterday, I caught up on my sleep and read The Alchemist's Door, my birthday gift from [livejournal.com profile] duchez. Work was, mercifully, slow. I'm going to go read for a while, and when I wake up, I think I may actually have enough perspective to describe my vacation.

Good night.

P.S. [livejournal.com profile] veek, you really need to get the DVD drive working.

Safe.

Jan. 13th, 2003 12:06 pm
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I hate: traveling, airports, airlines, airplanes, lines, and not sleeping when dealing with all or any of the above.

I'm finally safe in Providence with my wardrobe and sanity intact. Thanks to my parents, my friends [livejournal.com profile] wjukknibs and K, my aunt and uncle, [livejournal.com profile] ifmud, and very especially [livejournal.com profile] veek for allowing this to be so.

I'm at veek's right now, and I just realized that this little thing down here is to warm one's feet up. It's amazing how people have come up with these New Englanders have developed ways to live outside the ideal climate.

I doubt I'll post again until Hunt, so have a good week.

Love,
Tablesaw
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Buying supplies for my party tonight, I decided I'd use one of the quick vegetable mixes to create a chip and veggie dip. Looking at the directions, I saw that I needed some sour cream (obvious), some dried basil, some parmesan (which I had at home), some walnuts and two cloves of garlic. In the spices aisle, I picked up some basil, and I also saw a small container of minced garlic cloves. "How easy it would be," I thought as I looked at the little jar, "to simply use this preprepaed garlic for my dip."

Then, it was as though I could see [livejournal.com profile] veek standing beside me, saying nothing, but clearly telegraphing with her face and eyes: "I understand that you don't have much time and that you're going to use a dehydrated dip mix instead of using all fresh ingredients, but are you really, actually considering using this garlic that's been sitting on a shelf for weeks when there's some real garlic just across the room in the produce section that you can mince yourself?"

I put the jar back.
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With St. Stephen's Day over, most of the Xmas holidays are done for me. I've given gifts to all of my family, though I still have some for friends. Still sitting under the tree are gifts for [livejournal.com profile] cruciverbalist, [livejournal.com profile] senescence [livejournal.com profile] spacebanana, [livejournal.com profile] duchez, [livejournal.com profile] veek, and Rwth.

Speaking of [livejournal.com profile] veek, I keep hallucinating her name onto text where it does not exist. This may be some sort of psychic sign. Or it may be that I need to sleep off some of this holiday fatigue.

I'll do the full catalogue of what I got and what I gave (with the notable exceptions of the abovementioned) when I wake up.

G'night.
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I'm a holistic shopper. I wander around likely stores with no clear ideas sifting the many, many products in front of me until I find the right gift. Ofttimes, I find the gift but do not realize, and am drawn to it repeatedly until I realize that it is, truly, the right gift.

My perfect-gift radar went on overload today when, after walking several blocks for no apparent reason, I stopped at a store on Ventura called Homemade. This is a goodly-sized store filled with many oddities, many of which have been manufactured by local or otherwise independent artists who have leased or been offered space in the store. Lots and lots of very different things to look at and consider + lots and lots of very different people for whom to buy gifts == Tablesaw slowly meandering through the store with a pensive look picking up items and trying to see how the feel in terms of different people. It bothered me, as well, since I knew that the perfect gift for someone ([livejournal.com profile] veek, actually) was somewhere in the vicinity, but it took me a very long time to find it. I even found a few false alarms, some of which I kept, some of which I didn't. After the delay of searching, finally holding it gave me a sensation of physical relaxation. Ultimately, quite a while after entering (and beyond my planned bedtime, I might add) I walked out with the perfect (or near perfect, at least) gifts for [livejournal.com profile] veek, [livejournal.com profile] duchez, [livejournal.com profile] cruciverbalist, [livejournal.com profile] spacebanana and Mom, as well as one gift that I may use in a pinch, part-presents for some other people, extra Christmas cards*, ideas for possible gifts for others and a set of amusing coasters.

Of course, then I had to walk home with all of it. And by that time, the clothes that had kept me warm in the still chill pre-9 a.m. air were rather overmuch under the high noontime sun.

Shower. Bed. In that order.

* By the way, if you want a Christmas card and I don't have your address, email it to me and I'll post it to you.
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I went to see Tarkovsky's Solaris last night with [livejournal.com profile] veek. More on that when I've seen the new one, I think. In the meanwhile, it's time for sleep so that I can go to Thanksgiving dinner at my parents house for an overly rich Thanksgiving breakfast.

Veek is only in town for a little bit longer, and I need to show her around the carriage house. This sounds like a job for mini-party. I'm not working tonight or tomorrow night, so I think I'll call around and see if anyone wants to stop by tomorrow and have a nice get-together with leftover turkey and sodas. Also, there's this extremely gooey brie that I bought in a moment of cheesy weakness when I went to the Whole Foods for milk and bread. It must be eaten. Yes it must.

So friends, stalkers, sexy goddesses, lend me your rears, so I can put them in newly upholstered seats and make you play zombie games, or Trivial Pursuit, or the very scary "Men Are from Mars; Women are from Venus" game that I recently acquired. I ought to have some thematically linked name to the holiday it succeeds (like "Bitchgiving" or "Misgiving" or something) but I can't think of one.

Calls later. Sleep now.
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On the patio of my landlords' house is a boxed game of, IIRC, Charades for Kids, tied with a meager bow.

Now, I'm confused. It's very possible that one or more stalkers, knowing my fondness for games of all sorts, dropped this by. On the other hand, I'm pretty sure I've made it clear to those stalkers that it's best to actually leave things near my house, not my landlords'. And there's no one home in the big house to ask about it. What to do.

Anyway, I'm going to see Solaris tonight. No, not the one with George Clooney, the original three-hour Russian movie. What could be better than that? Why, going to see it with a briefly re-Angelenocized [livejournal.com profile] veek, of course!

For now, though, I need to use my mostly patched car (I've got a light on again, but I think I'm going to hold off till the early weekend) to finally get some laundry done so that I don't have to go to the Nuart in a barrel and sandals.

Update: The game was for my aunt, for play at Thanksgiving.
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I appear to have scheduled a January vacation to Providence.
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[livejournal.com profile] veek likes to see the leaves fall, but for me, nostalgia comes easily on a Sunday afternoon, any time of the year. Of course, nowadays, I don't get many Sunday afternoons, so you can bet I'm enjoying this one.

It's an odd melange of emotion. There's an afterglow of contentment for a fantastic and invigorating party combined with the thrill of performance that came with presenting Museum Piece. But there's also a sense of loss, an acute awareness that I'm missing someone to share this day with. Which fuels nostalgia, joyous and painful, that I hadn't been able to experience in such an unadulterated form in a while.

I put on music I haven't listened to in years, sometimes, because I haven't been in the mood to hear them, this mood. It's the reason I keep so many CDs, I know that, eventually, my emotions will swing around to a place when I'll want to hear that particular music. Jobim, Dudley, Lara played loud, sing along, with the windows and doors open letting the soft, seductive breeze slips silently through the canyon into my house while I wash the dishes and put away the chairs in my warm comforting pajamas. I remember family, friends, exes and time alone, desperate and exultant all throughout my life.

Mmmm...

Sorry, loves, but I'm going back to it. Anything more will have to wait until night fall, when the television is turned on, pulling me back to the present fiction broadcast to the nation, and when the chill and darkness of night force me back inside.

Till then, here's proof of my good mood, in the form of an unshowered, unshaven, uncharacteristically unself-conscious MellowSaw.

Band nice.

Sep. 14th, 2002 08:20 pm
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I didn't sleep well today. Here's the only bit I remember clearly. Keep in mind that it was printed in (a magazine?) and I was actually reading it in my dream. I can't remember the names of the boy and the girl, so those two are bracketed.
[Boy] was in the tower. He was having a meet cute with [girl] during a band nice. They started practicing together, he on his violin, she on her trombone; but eventually they moved on to others and the tower became a hurricane of noise. [livejournal.com profile] veek walked in on it accidentally, and had to play the role of Therese, who is easily duped by the couple. She threw [boy] a line, and he missed it. Threw two more before he finally caught on. Soon, he and [girl] were gigglingly bemusing [livejournal.com profile] veek, while she amusedly let them.

The sat for hours talking about their lives. "I've played at least three instruments for as long as I can remember." "Me too!"

They made beautiful music together.

Hy ate us.

Aug. 13th, 2002 09:14 am
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This journal temporarily closed for mental processing.

Notes:
[livejournal.com profile] veek, [livejournal.com profile] wjukknibs: Gotta talk.

[livejournal.com profile] cruciverbalist: If you were at Canter's last night taking pictures of yourself, I saw you there.

Everyone else: Hang on tight.
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While dictionary browsing, I found this:

sex kitten n (1958): a young woman with conspicuous sex appeal

I want a sex kitten.

Now let me unpack that a bit. I don't want in the sense of ownership. Nor do I want an actual kitten to have sex with (thank you very much gutter-minded ones). But I would like to date some one with conspicuous sex appeal.

I found it interesting that, even as I let my lizard brain do the thinking, I didn't want to go out and find someone solely on the basis of their perceived "sexiness," instead I wanted to find someone brilliant and beautiful and then be lucky enough for her to be a sex kitten as well. It's almost the inverse of [livejournal.com profile] swisscheesed's "Well, it's nice that you have a brain," where it's the brain that's the pleasant afterthought.

Back to life... )

Two weeks.

Jul. 6th, 2002 06:56 am
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It's been two weeks since I switched my journal to friends-only. Two weeks where the first thing on my journal page is a request to contact me. Two weeks that someone hasn't.

When I get home, I'm going to retroactively de-friends-only-ize my journal, with a longer explanation. Till then, some shorter notes.

The deadline for the August Enigma is soon. In fact, tomorrow, so I need to buckle down and get some stuff in. I already completed one, a collaboration with [livejournal.com profile] tahnan. I've got one I need to revise and two I need to finish. So, the cavalcade of clerihew is a bit postponed. But in keeping with my NPL bent:

[livejournal.com profile] davidglasser's
One of the harassers
Asking me to mete
Out hints for a flat complete.

[livejournal.com profile] saxikath
Makes up math
Problems about cattle traders
For second-graders.

The Fourth of July with [livejournal.com profile] wjukknibs and company was a lot of fun. It makes me wish I were going to Vegas with lots of people I'd like to spend more time with. Actually, no. It makes me wish that all of those people had decided to go somewhere more interesting.

Speaking of going places interesting, I need to start planning for travel again. My cousin is getting married this fall in Portland, which makes me wonder if I should also try to swing up to Seattle. Then again, [livejournal.com profile] veek might send me psychic bombs of death vibes if I don't visit Boston/Providence. And [livejournal.com profile] wjukknibs is going to be going to Vegas again. (At least, I assume he is. He always seems to be.) Choices, choices, choices.

It was tough sleeping yesterday. I had to take a very active role in my dreams. I was aware, on a very basic level, that the only reason I was asleep was because I had a light mask on my face and was dreaming. If the dream ended, I knew I would immediately return to consciousness and be unable to get back to sleep. So I had to constantly think of new and interesting places to take my dream, to be sure that I got enough sleep.

MonNYTX: 6:30. Made some mistakes, and also nearly dropped my lunch on the floor. MonLATX: 5. TueNYTX: 4:30. TueLATX: 6:15. Who the hell is 24A? WedNYTX: 6.Under the circumstances, the clue for 52D is fantastic. WedLATX: 8:15. 54D? ThuNYTX: 20. Bleah. ThuLATX: 6:30. FriNYTX: 11:30. FriLATX 7.

Claire who?

Jul. 1st, 2002 06:38 am
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It's been another busy weekend, what with my uncle's wedding the other day. But I'm not yet in the mood to write about it. But something critical that happened the other day involved something I'm going to write about now, my current obsession for writing light verse. I wrote some limericks earlier, now I'm moving on to clerihews based on my friends-list.

[livejournal.com profile] tablesaw
Writes verse so twisted it would make stabiles haw.
He wrote these lines in the hopes some hapless weblogger'll
Appreciate his doggerel.

[livejournal.com profile] moominmolly
Would hate to push a broom in Mali.
She'd rather read the entrails of a lamb
In Amsterdam.

Hyper-writer [livejournal.com profile] veek
Will always find what she does seek.
She prefers to study interrelated curios, so
She reads Orlando Furioso.

Unashamed San Diegan [livejournal.com profile] fauxpas
Sometimes has ideas as far-out as Europa,
A stunning intellectual
with crushes decidedly nonsexual.

The thoughts of Aisling
Wonder if she should try shilling
Wares to pay her way to see her babe,
Gabe.

Milo Pragmatic,
An anti-natural-logarithm fanatic,
Could claim glyphic thrift
But not the Fifth.

[livejournal.com profile] wjukknibs
Enjoys eating duck ribs
But hates to be heckled or plounced
(Assuming that's how [livejournal.com profile] wjukknibs is pronounced).

[livejournal.com profile] liza31337
Hopes to see heaven
Not some hell with a demon who inveigles
With the promise of brimstone-toasted bagels.

[livejournal.com profile] kissaki already got one, but here's a special bonus.

Severus Snape
Prefers perfection to a jape.
To ensure his creations were in the vessels they oughtter,
He became a Potions Master/Potter.

Undoubtedly, there will be more to come.
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As of now, I have fifty people lifted on my livejournal friends list. I promised myself a while ago that I wouldn't ever have more than that, so it's time to take stock. Everyone on my friends list is interesting to me in some way, so I thought others might be interested to know what I find so interesting. (Attention meme propagaters: consider this a challenge.)

A rundown of Tablesaw's LJ friends. )
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Gentle readers, if you ever have trouble getting to sleep due to an upset stomach, think for a moment to be certain that you've eaten something in the last twenty hours.

[livejournal.com profile] veek: What were you thinking!?
[livejournal.com profile] tablesaw: Obviously, I wasn't.

That's the reason I didn't get to sleep until five o'clock yesterday afternoon. It was at about four when I realized, "Perhaps eating food will help me to sleep." Oddly enough, it did.

The Parish Center was closed yesterday. I will call today and talk to or leave a message for T. before sleep. Which hopefully will be earlier than five o'clock (although today is shudder laundry day, so who knows).

TueNYTX: 5:30. I was rather upset that 14A and 58A weren't theme entries. TueLATX: 7:15. Didn't get the theme until the end, but I still don't understand how 62A fits in.
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I've worked three days so far this week, and I've gone out three mornings so far this week. It's eerie. Can one become sociable this quickly?

On Wednesday, it was the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf in the Valley; on Thursday, it was the Equator in Pasadena; and today, it was a special promotion held by a local radio show. A bar opened at 7:30 a.m.? Is there any way I can justify not taking the opportunity? It's not like this happens all the time. Amazingly enough, good times and good conversations were had at all three locations. This may be habit-forming.

On the way back home, on the freeway, I heard about an apartment fire. This was annoying, since it was very close to the freeway and thus caused much unnecessary slowing as drivers stopped to say, "Oooh, smoke." But as I drove past, I realized, "Whoa, that's really close to where [livejournal.com profile] veek's family lives. In fact, that looks like almost exactly the place."

I rushed home as fast as I could. I turned on the local news looking for the inevitable local helicopter coverage. Sure enough, when I got my bearings, it appeared that the fire was across the street from veek's mother's apartment. By this time, my computer was booted, and the DSL was connected. Is veek online? Nope. [livejournal.com profile] storme is, and I ask if she's seen veek. She hasn't, not surprising seen she's still flying into the UK. At her urging, though, I look for the cell phone number veek gave when she was visiting LA, her mother's cell phone number. And I call.

After a few moments of explaining who I was and why I was calling her cell phone, veek's mother assured me that she was fine and had luckily been at home to take care of veek's grandmother as well. The fire was, by then, mostly contained, and it was clear that it would not spread further, even though she still had to wait in the street until the firemen gave the all clear.

So yes, I worry too much, but it's all good when everyone turns out to be safe. Now it's late, and I have to get to bed.

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