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![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) skyfilmhistlndn | |
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So, took Mum for a spin in the Clio at the weekend for an hour or so. Interesting experience; I never realised the old Clio only had a 3-position clutch (i.e Coast, Crunch, and Conk-out) and that it only takes a little toe-poke on the accelerator to get the engine roaring like an angry lion. Other than that, it was a very useful exercise, and it was gratifying to see the basic skills translate so directly into an entirely different car. Even the non-power steering, which I'd expected to be really heavy going, turned out to be hardly a problem at all. And Mum, to her credit, didn't squawk or shriek half as much as I (and she!) thought she would. Still a bit baffled by the 'pull the gearstick up, across, jiggle it about, swear at it and wallop it a few times' routine necessary to find reverse, but other than that it was good fun.
Running news: up to 21 miles in May, having not run since Thursday. A good figure in the first half of the month, with my 40-mile target well in sight. May even make 50, which would rock. Have come up with something of a mantra 'Relax to go fast' and it seems to work; my three-mile time is dropping at a satisfying rate.
Work news: as of today I've been in my job 6 months, and having catalogued an entire 200-film series in that time is very satisfying. I'm beginning to shit myself, however, about my interview on Wednesday, though I'm balancing that out with some careful recces and preparatory research. Bring it on.
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I wish to take a moment and turn my thoughts and prayers to the various tragedies and life-altering events people are experiencing throughout the world, this day, this moment, this life. to name a few of the more recent: China: " A powerful earthquake has killed at least 8,500 people in China's south-western Sichuan province, up to 5,000 of them in just one county. Many more have been killed and injured in other parts of the country after the 7.8-magnitude quake struck at 1428 local time (0628 GMT)..." (BBC). U.S.: " Survivors began cleaning up from a deadly blast of storms and tornadoes that killed 22 people in three central U.S. states over the weekend. Officials said this year is the country's deadliest for tornado-related deaths in a decade... Several tornadoes combined to kill 22 people in Oklahoma, Missouri and Georgia over the weekend, raising the nation's 2008 total to about 100, the worst toll in a decade" (CBS). Lebanon: " Heavy fighting has broken out again in the northern Lebanese city of Tripoli between supporters of the government and the Hezbollah-led opposition. Explosions reverberated throughout the city as both sides fired machine-guns, mortars and rocket-propelled grenades in the latest outbreak of violence" (BBC). Myanmar: " Bodies continued to pile up in Myanmar as the first U.S. aircraft carrying relief supplies touched down Monday in the cyclone-ravaged country. The shipment arrived in a time of dire need in the country's poorest regions, where people have been reduced to pumping water from ponds filled with the dead..." (CNN). it is hard to talk about it. I go about my day wondering when I'll squeeze in a trip to the store and if I can put off buying gas - the immediate concerns. we compartmentalize because we have to, because we must do the things that get us from day to day, to begin anew. but the connection is there, between each living thing on the planet, it is in each heart beat, each breath. I want to speak, and send my voice up in prayer. your sorrow runs within me, you are in my thoughts, and I hold you in my heart. Tags: current events, emotion, u.s., world
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![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/syndicated.gif) paul_m_jessup | |
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http://kapo.ws/wordpress/?p=1386 The sky was full of cuckoo birds. Their wings spread, their eyes furious. The trees were full of grandfather clocks. Restless gears counting down the hours, clock faces barely obscured behind the green fingers of leaves.
Alice’s toes were black from dancing, black and hard and full of pain. She rubbed them with the calluses of her hands, felt the pain burst beneath her fingertips like tiny pins, pushing against the exposed and vulnerable flesh of her feet.
Her father was dead. That didn’t feel right, didn’t sound right. She said it out loud, and the words felt wrong on her tongue, on her lips. The funeral was today, sharply at noon. She would wear a black dress, as black as her toes.
Pain was nothing. She slipped her shoes back on, blue, tipped over onto her toes and began dancing again. It hurt, but only for a little awhile. She thought she was a swan, a burning river, a subtle cry in the darkness. As she danced she dreamt of her father, and her eyes glistened from blue to grey.
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