I remember reading a book–no, a series–in the early 90s or so. The clearest memory I have is that there was some sort of drug that made anyone who took it “perfect”–healthy, beautiful, athletic, etc. It was also addictive after just one dose, and there was no way to get off it–to stop taking it meant death. The main character’s wife was dosed with it so that the suppliers could control the hero. I think the protagonist was white, and seem to recall that his wife was described as having an Afro.
Does that trigger any memories for anyone?
I detest grass. I’m so allergic that I consider the stuff a personal attack. Beyond that, I’ve always considered all the money and energy that is put into inedible crops that aren’t even pretty to be a disgusting form of conspicuous consumption.
I cheered out loud when I read this article: The Incredible, Edible Front Lawn
It makes so much more sense–and it’s prettier, too! People actually eating what the grow, instead of growing it to cut it. Wow.
I’ve never encountered this web site before, but it was linked from a blog carnival, and the article is pretty good: Because Sitting up is for Suckers: 70+ Tools, Tips and Hacks to Work from Bed
I still miss my laptop!
And I have a pretty nice setup, but can’t help drooling at this: the Ergopod 500. I’m not about to look at the prices, though!
We’re supposed to have the highest-speed residential service available from Comcast, darnit. I will say that the service is much faster than anything we ever got on DSL.
Totally unrelated to anything else: Squee! (Thanks, AMQ!)
For some odd reason, I got this weird notion about tracking down as many of the books I’ve read as possible. No, I don’t know why.
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This passage reminded me of Sam:
People ask me: Why do you write about food, and eating and drinking? Why don’t you write about the struggle for power and security, and about love, the way others do?
They ask it accusingly, as if I were somehow gross, unfaithful to the honor of my craft.
The easiest answer is to say that, like most other humans, I am hungry.
But there is more than that. It seems to me that our three basic needs, for food and security and love, are so mixed and mingled and entwined that we cannot straightly think of one without the others. So it happens that when I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it … and then the warmth and richness and fine reality of hunger satisfied … and it is all one.
From The Art of Eating by M.F.K. Fisher
Danielle Duplassie, MA, RCC, a Doctoral Student in Human Sexuality at The Institute for the Advanced Study of Human Sexuality, sent a request to one of the lists I’m on tonight seeking polyamorous people to take a survey that is part of her research. It won’t even take you five minutes. Go clicky!
Edited: Whoops! I’ve been reminded that I should warn you–there are no graphics to speak of on the survey, but the language gets explicit, so you might not want to do the survey at work.
I guess everybody has heard, by now, that we lost George Carlin last night. I’ve seen many articles about him today, but I think Susie Bright did the best job of catching his spirit.
Today was a very Monday-ish Monday. I’m grumpy and nothing feels right. The girl is off spending time with my family, and I miss her. Kyoshi is utterly inconsolable–he’s actually making little “meeping” noises frequently. For a cat who is absolutely silent most of the time, that’s serious. He’s really a one-human cat. That may be part of the reason that I’m having terrible kitten cravings. Of course, I want kittens most of the time, but it’s even more so lately. And I miss Karli, too.
School is over for a few weeks. According to the school’s records, I only have two more semesters to go. I may need to take a break anyway, as I barely finished this semester’s classes.
On a happier note, Sam made hamburgers after he got home. It’s been a while since he cooked those, and they’re much better than fast food burgers. He’s working on Heart of the Hunter and should have a new chapter posted sometime this week.
I have to say, I do love the fact that WordPress allows me to write posts and schedule them to post themselves to cover days when I don’t feel up to blogging. I’ve been having a lot of trouble viewing the monitor lately–my eyes feel like they’re dancing and nothing stays in focus, leading to migraines very quickly. That is not a good thing when I’m in the last week of classes for the semester!
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