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It takes a certain kind of skill to make a completely bland cover of "Man in the Mirror." And yet, Wang Leehom has done it. This is a step-up, musically at least, from his cover of " Stand By Me." That cover was the most gawd-awful cover I've ever heard and the perfect example of how not to do a cover. But at least it was memorable. Memorable for it's badness, mind, but still--you remembered that terrible, terrible motherfucker. Maybe it was the PTSD kind of remembering, but still. This cover of "Man in the Mirror" is...utterly forgettable. It's bland and it's boring. Even the attempts at adding in Chinese instruments (there's random erhu tossed in) do not take away from the aural uninterestingness of this. Leehom has a good voice, but he has no idea how to, y'know, use it to express emotion. So the song, Man in the Mirror yo, is sung with absolutely no emotion. Sometimes stripped down a song to the basics works--a prime example of this is Tori Amos' cover of " Smells Like Teen Spirit." It's just her and a piano and massively slowed down, and it works--it works because she turned it into a Tori Amos song. Leehom did not do this. He just plopped down in front of a piano, paid some guy $5 to occasionally play some notes on the erhu, and phoned it in. The sad thing is, this is worse than the acapella version he did in college, and he's a professional now. He phoned it in, pure and simple. I honestly didn't know it was possible to make Man in the Mirror boring. I mean, it's Man in the Mirror. I was expecting this to be decent at best and horrible and worse, not...completely and utterly bland. So...way to go, Leehom. Reach for those stars. :/ To make up for the Leehom, here is a live cover that was done years ago, with Usher, 98 Degress, and, more importantly, LUTHER VANDROSS. Tags: i hate wang leehom
I hear: 王力宏 - Man In The Mirror
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I'm so angry. Some of you know I've had ongoing issues with The Queenslander Hotel because I don't have photo ID. I have acute camera-phobia. I was told by P**, a manager there, that a letter from my psychiatrist would suffice, so I got one and it has been serving me well for weeks. Only, last night S**, the owner of said establishment decided that wasn't enough. I was summarily put out, they kept my letter and when I asked for it back, they told me it had been torn up! Then I was told I needed to get a photo of myself (which I do, admittedly own-- some of you know what I went through for just that one), get it notarised by a JP and use that so they can scan it. The problem is, for that to work, they'd make me look into a huge fucking camera lens every time I went there and that is where I draw the line. I'm aware there are cameras everywhere and do a good job of ignoring them unless someone points them out. Being made to look into one would cause me to either meltdown or go into a disassociative state-- or both. The last time I did the latter, I broke my hand trying to come out of it (pain is one of the few things that bring you out of those). Disassociative states are very unpleasant. Imagine taking a backseat in your brain and having little to no control over your body. That's what it's like. So to sum it up, I will no longer frequent The Queenslander. Anyone that wishes to hang out with me after lockout will have to brave the back area of The Cenny where they have always been very considerate of my problem (Papa Bear even gave me a hug last night) and have always treated me exceptionally well. FUCK THE QUEENSLANDER! I'm feeling:  angry
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Sometimes I think that the universe really *is* trying to get me to live in a nursing home or something. Summary of aide saga to date: Have aides B,C,D. D gets pinched nerve and has to quit (I am still not sure how much of the injury was her wanting to get out). Hire L to take her place. B hurts her back and is out for a couple of weeks, then comes back. C quits. Hire E to take half of her place. Have failed to find someone for the other half. During all this, over the last couple of years, my body has been getting more recalcitrant and more immobile, which makes things like toileting awkward at the best of times, and training new people (when I can find them, which is getting harder) is next to impossible. Today, L calls out because her dad is in ICU and may not make it. And then, E expresses concern that she's not working out well enough and that I wasn't comfortable with her toileting me (I'm still sort of not but *only* because it takes several weeks at least to get a good techique down, this is only her second week, and my body is being really really stupid), and ( bodily functions tmi ) and I'm just so *frustrated* with having to have help with shit like this (pun only sort of not intended). I am tired and frustrated and stressed and I can't seem to hold on to aides and my parents can't really do it on a long-term basis (mom for physical and mental reasons, dad for temporal and locational reasons, plus the whole "getting older" thing for both of them), and and and. *bursts into tears* Cross-posted between DW ( ) and LJ. Comments welcome in either place.
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Texas officials: We're running out of waterWith the Texas population expected to nearly double over the next 50 years, lawmakers and water experts gathered Monday to convey an important message: We're running out of water. Drilling for whiskey!Brazil: 'Gringos' must pay to stop Amazon razingBrazil's president said Thursday that "gringos" should pay Amazon nations to prevent deforestation, insisting rich Western nations have caused much more past environmental destruction than the loggers and farmers who cut and burn trees in the world's largest tropical rain forest. 'Ghost' traps, long lost, keep catching lobstersBeneath the cold ocean waters off the coast of Maine, the nation's lobster breadbasket, lie hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions, of old wire lobster "ghost traps." Lost over the years to storms, boats — even the knives of fishermen who've cut them from their buoys to settle scores — many of the traps continue catching lobsters. Marine biologists say lost and abandoned lobster, crab and other fish traps plague coastal waters around the globe, putting pressure on a number of already-stressed fish populations. In U.S. waters alone, millions of dollars' worth of marketable seafood is lost each year. Robotic hamsters are holidays' unlikely new crazeWhen Lori Fowlkes first saw robotic Zhu Zhu Pets toy hamsters in September, she remembers her kids started jumping up and down and saying "Please! Please! Can we buy them?" US demand for cheap wine buoys global marketIs the world drowning its sorrows in cheap wine? An industry group said Thursday that more wine could be consumed globally this year thanks to crisis-fueled demand for cheaper or discounted tipples. Pinetop Perkins' 80-year career still goingThailand looks to limit sex change surgeryThailand has issued rules making sex change surgery more difficult — including a requirement that potential candidates cross-dress for a year — over fears that some patients are rushing into the operation, a medical association said Thursday. Don't blame fast food: Mummies had heart diseaseYou can't blame this one on McDonald's: Researchers have found signs of heart disease in 3,500-year-old mummies. Indian boy mirrors plight of millions of kidsArun Kumar was born to disabled parents, beaten by his grandparents, ran away from home, got a job in a garment factory and had all his savings stolen by the police.
He was only 11.
Today, at 13, he shares a cramped, dingy shelter with 63 other runaways and former street kids in New Delhi.
He is one of the lucky ones. Bizarre calf mutilations found on Colorado ranchA creepy string of calf mutilations in southern Colorado has a rancher and sheriff's officials mystified.
Four calves were found dead in a pasture just north of the New Mexico state line in recent weeks. The dead calves had their skins peeled back and organs cleared from the rib cage. One calf had its tongue removed.
But rancher Manuel Sanchez has found no signs of human attackers, such as footprints or ATV tracks. And there are no signs of an animal attack by a coyote or mountain lion. Usually predators leave pools of blood or drag marks from carrying away the livestock.
Two officers from the Costilla County Sheriff's Office have investigated the mutilations but say they don't know what's killing the calves.
"There's nothing really to go by," said Sanchez, who's ranched for nearly 50 years. "I can't figure it out."
A spokesman for the sheriff's office told The Pueblo Chieftain that investigators doubt a person butchered the calves because there is no blood at the scene.
"I've butchered a cow before and I know what kind of a mess it leaves," Sgt. James Chavez said.
Some in the area believe the mutilations are the work of aliens. An area UFO chaser, Chuck Zukowski of Colorado Springs, has been to the Costilla County pasture to investigate.
He told the paper there have been other unexplained calf mutilations in the area, including three in March. One of the other calves, found dead on a ranch near Trinidad, had its ears removed, Zukowski said.
"We're trying as much as we can to find a pattern," said Zukowski, who runs a UFO Web site called ufonut.com.
Sanchez said he has sold off his 32 remaining calves out of fear more would be mutilated. He hasn't decided how he'll manage the remaining 40 animals in his herd.
"It's a big loss for a small rancher," he said. Tags: fortean phenomena
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The basement's starting to smell funny again. It might have been smelling funny all this time, but I just got used to it. I really need to clean it the computer room, but right now I feel like I just don't have the time, with how long it's going to take me. I'll try to get it done during winter break. I suppose another part is that after Stuart was throwing up in it every other day, I just gave up after a week. Thankfully he's stopped throwing up, but the stains and stuff are still there. But yeah... When winter break comes, this'll be my battle project. Work in 35 minutes. Slept in until an hour before I need to clock in. At least we have plenty of leftovers, so I don't need to worry about cooking lunch for myself. Hmm, according to Justin Sevakis (on this podcast), Summer Wars is amazing and game-changing. I'm seriously excited to see it. I'll have to read the ANN article when I get home tonight. Current Location: basement
I'm feeling:  uncomfortable
I hear: Zac Bertschy & Justin Sevakis - ANNCast - Debinitely, Maybe
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What Adam said. gwynraven has been posting out-of-context quotes. :) The annual "this is who you met" list: aristabulus, bikergeek, c1, gwynraven, mangosteen, marmota, mllelaurel, mikemarano, nurrynur, rafaela, shadesong, slipjig, teddywolf, tigerbright, wildelven, wired_lizard, yendi, Masha & Al (do they have LJs?), Joshua & Eva, and of course Elayna and her K. :) Still too tired to write much, but rest assured that it was fabulous. :) Today? Glee marathon, then wildelven's party if we're all functional by then.
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Random odd note: I frequently get motion sickness during movies, at least when I see them in theatres. When I saw PotC 3, I felt queasy. When I saw Cloverfield, I had to stagger out of the theatre and throw up. The first time I saw Star Trek, I had to stagger out of the theatre and throw up - I then went back in and watched the rest of the movie, and the second and third times I saw it, I was smart enough to take gravol first. I have learned from this experience and I'm gonna dope myself up real damn good before Avatar. But this effect tends to vanish when I'm watching the movies on a small screen. I've watched the PotC movies plenty of times without any ill effects. Star Trek in DVD form has no effect on me. But last night I watched Cloverfield for a second time, and I had to turn it off every twenty minutes because I started feeling sick. Dude, when your movie makes me nauseous on my laptop screen, you're overdoing the shakycam. Another random odd note: A few weeks ago I had the sniffles and I was going, "oh, god, here it comes, this is the piggy flu", but the sniffles went away and nothing ever materialized. Now I have a sore throat, and part of me is going, "oh, god, here it comes, this is the piggy flu" while another part doubts it. I actually kind of hope it is... I'd rather get the stupid bug and have it over with than sit around worrying about it every time I sneeze. I'm feeling:  tired
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Exercise Time: 1:05 Calories burned: 278 BMI: 29.34 (boooo~. But it's no one's fault but my own. ^^;; And I'm still lower than when I started out, so no complaints yet--ask me in a week) Yeah, I gained weight back, but looking at the last week, I can totally understand why. With the total pigging out that was last weekend and last night (it was a 3-day weekend and friends came to visit last weekend, and yesterday I went out with people to the yummiest Indian place ever and ate far too much cheese naan) and the sheer lack of exercising I've been doing (I didn't do any Wii Fit the whole time I had people here, or the day after because my living room was still set up for having guests and not for me to be able to exercise, so I didn't do anything but walking for five days [busted Balance Board and also laziness] and yesterday [I was so stuffed my stomach cried at the thought], yeah, I can see why. I kinda winced and went, "Yeah, yeah, I get it. No more slacking off." So to make up for it, I made sure to put in 275 calories, since that seemed to be the magic number. I have to get back in the exercising habit, so I have to make things enjoyable. So I did the step dance thing, and the "rhythm king fu" thing and the marching band thing, and the obstacle course thing (I WAS SO CLOSE *sob*). Then for shits and giggles, I did the "cycling" game, and unlocked the longer course. And went, "Heh, let's try that!" ( OMFG MISTAAAAKE~. )Tags: wii fit challenge~
I hear: LOVE PSYCHEDELICO - Last Smile
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On Wednesday night at Jew Class, I handed in my official application for conversion. Sponsoring Rabbi had given me the form a few months ago, but it had a very hard question on it! And also they charge you £120. It contained questions such as "Religion of mother" and "Religion of father", which was a bit irritatingly heteronormative, and required two references, and also had about four inches of space for "Reasons for Application (use separate sheet if necessary)". I thought this was a sneaky way of asking many questions, like Why do you want to be Jewish?
Why do you want to be in the Reform movement?
Why are you going through a fancy-schmancy time-consuming expensive official conversion process?
So I took about 300 words to answer those.
( Reasons for Application )
Sponsoring Rabbi thought I should refer to the Reform movement as "we" and "our" instead of "it" and "its", but I said, well, if I'm an "our" already then what the hell am I paying £120 to the London Beit Din for, and he said yeah, okay, they probably would not tear up my application and stomp on it over that.
So, that is why I am doing what I am doing! I feel like I should firmly emphasize that the bit about growing as a feminist & not doing male-god any more is solely about me, and I am not implying that you cannot be a Christian feminist, because, uh, I know lots of them and many of them are smarter than me.
On the same day I handed that in, The Forward published Returning to Reform, a great opinion piece by Reb Jacob Neusner on why he came back to the Reform movement after veering Conservative for a few decades. It was written about an American movement, for an American publication with an American readership, but most of the things I have found to be true of the UK version as well. I have come to believe that if Reform Judaism did not exist today, American Jews would have to invent it.Tags: religion: fake judaism
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OK, so while I can still think straight I'm going to try and get this entry down, which I've been meaning to for ages. A few caveats before you read: 1) This involves sociological musing about gender relations and violence. May be triggering for some of you. 2) These are still ideas-in-progress. I request that you give constructive criticism only-- I'm not up to dealing with attacks. 3) I'm going to make a lot of statements about Men and Women. Please assume that each one is followed up by "in general/on average" and "in my experience/to the best of my knowledge." If you feel I'm wrong about something, by all means, do tell me and explain why. But do not come to me with the line "Well, I'm a man/woman and I don't feel that way...." Example: I may say that men are taller than women. I mean on average, not in every case, and possibly not even in every ethnic group. My observations may or may not be backed up by any studies-- I won't quote any studies here, not least of all because it can be awfully hard to find the "science" in "social sciences." Granted, some of my knowledge comes from books about primate behavior... but most of it is from my own observations of life. 4) Need I mention also that it may contain NSFW language? Many of my posts do... 5) Oh, and, it will probably be Long. OK, you have been warned :) ( you read the caveats, right? )Tags: feminism, philosophical musings, psychology, solution-orienting thinking
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I am so tempted to decorate for Christmas first thing tomorrow. Because God knows I'm avoiding going anywhere... fucking Black Friday, day of doom... well I am going one place but it's only my aunt and uncle's place because they're giving me a microwave and hey, why turn that down, right? ... Though theoretically I could just pick it up Saturday instead. But yeah, IT'S CHRISTMAS DECORATING TIME, BITCHES. I'd wait until December but if I do that I'll end up putting it off until December 26th, which will just be awkward. So, my Thanksgiving was good! dmo214 was part of my family for a day and they were cool with that. We like randomly pretending we're related to minorities, it's like a game for us. But seriously, yeah, good day. I'm home now, curled up in my surprisingly warm apartment, all cozy and whatnot. Not sleepy just yet but I had an energy drink earlier (something had to balance me out from the turkey... goddamn turkey... why did I even eat it I don't even like turkey...) Trying to catch up on LJ, was barely on yesterday and definitely not much of today so I hope to God I didn't miss anything important you guys posted. :P I'm feeling:  chipper
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Michael Franz Yoder, known in the Society as Herr Franz Joder von Joderhuebel, formerly of the Waytes of Carolingia, I Sebastiani, the Mummer's Guild, and the Pike Company, passed away this morning. From eclecticmagpie's announcement: He checked into the hospital last night, and died of coronary failure late this morning. It seems to have been a relatively pain-free, peaceful, death, as far as one can tell, and he was at the Lahey Clinic receiving the best available medical attention when it happened.
If you want more details, or to be put in touch with his family, or to adopt one of his cats, you can call Lynn Noel, [REDACTED], who has been fielding things. His brother will be coming out here soon (i.e. a couple of days or weeks from now), and may be interested in hearing tales of the Joderheubel, from those who knew him, worked with him, etc.
If you can think of anyone else who should be told directly, please pass the news along or drop me or Lynn a note, or call Lynn. I'm happy to PM Lynn's phone number to anyone who needs it; I just felt I shouldn't post it to the open internet. ( More personal stuff, behind the cut. )Tags: in memoriam
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I have often said that the classic Thanksgiving meal is one that I could happily eat almost every day of the year. Especially the way we used to do it in our family, down at my aunt and uncle's house, with my aunt's amazing cooking. Turkey, at least two stuffings, up to 3 kinds of cranberry sauce (once, someone made a spicy one with horseradish that was bepto-bismol pink!), potatoes both mashed and sweet, green beans steamed to perfection and topped with parmesean cheese and pepper, crescent rolls, and heaven only knows what else. One year we started the meal with a squash soup that was just to die for. Another year, a pumpkin/banana chiffon pie made its way onto the dessert menu. More than worth the 7-hour drive to get there.
My mother just reminded me that when I was little, she and I would have a little feast consisting of all things we'd grown in our garden that year. I've forgotten so much about growing up! Mostly what I remember is her jokingly threatening to carve a turkey out of tofu.
I thanked my mother today for bringing me up to have such healthy tastes (as much as I hated growing up on health-food at the time).
Er... this post got off topic, probably because I paused after that first paragraph to call all my family members.
My point was: Today, I had Vegetables.
I have been craving fresh veggies and fruits lately, probably because it is winter and they are annoyingly expensive relatively scarce. Fortunately, this is San Diego, so not everything is out of season. The veggie stand is selling guavas and persimmons, both of which I've developed a taste for, an we're coming up on avocado season. And of course, Fresh&Easy has their regular "this is about to expire" clearance sales, which are my main source of everything that is awesome to eat.
Today, since I was home during the daylight (AKA warm) hours, I put on the grill and made myself an enormous platter of grilled vegetables.
Recipe for a Plate of Pure Heaven:
- Buy some fleshy vegetables like zucchini and eggplant and portabello mushroom caps.
- Slice them to 1" thickness and drench with olive oil. Let them sit until they've soaked up a good bit of the oil, maybe 20 minutes. Salt lightly if desired (I skip this for most veggies).
- Grill until soft and dripping with juice.
Best veggies you will ever taste. I don't know why they taste so insanely good, but it's become one of my favorite dishes. And is the only way I've ever found to prepare eggplant so that it doesn't make my mouth sore when I eat it. I am still working on the Perfect Method for making onions on the grill. I suspect it requires a slightly lower temperature and more patience than I have.
And hey, veggies are healthy, right? OK, so this meal may contain slightly more charcoalized carbon (shut up, I forget the proper term) than is recommended for anyone who isn't actively trying to get cancer... but, as a dear old friend has told me many times: "Everything in moderation, including moderation."
My tummy is Happy.
And I am, in spite of the pain and fatigue and the worries about school and money, one Lucky Girl. And I live in the Land Of Awesome with the sweetest dog on the face of the earth.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.
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OK, so it occurs to me that maybe I really was that tired. I remember yesterday, trying to talk the Print Station at school into taking my dollar. I sounded something like this: Me, to a machine: Come on, eats the dollar! You like a dollar. MMmmm.... Yummy dollar! Granted, I talk to inanimate objects pretty often, but still... Note to self: the Print Station is not a toddler. It did finally take the dollar, though. Sadly, I am still That Tired. I had such a good month last month, medically speaking, that I almost forgot how much time I usually spend exhausted and in pain. On the one hand, it was really nice to have some time off from that. On the other hand... inconsistency is not helpful. I was starting to reevaluate how much I can do, making plans to take on a heavier load next semester, etc. And then I fall back to barely being able to cope with what I've got. I almost cried with relief when my boss told me that our hours got slashed for next week. I know that I need the money, and my job needs people like me to be there accomplishing stuff... but all the same, I'm ridiculously grateful for the time off. I guess I've been pushing myself harder than I realized lately. Today, I will Eat and Sleep. And tomorrow, I will feel better. That's the plan, anyway. Tags: funny, health
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Things I am thankful for: - my improved relationship with my parents since before I moved here - having parents that care about me and help out as much as they can and think is good for me - not having to worry about having a roof over my head or food to eat - being in school again and having good grades in my classes - having a job that will soon qualify for health and dental insurance - having a good income - living with people who are enjoyable to spend time with and who treat me well - not being overly stressed out at my job - having friends I can talk to - having few enough local friends that I don't have to feel guilty about spending so much time on school and work - good animu - good tea Current Location: basement
I'm feeling:  thoughtful
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In case anyone needs to reach me, here are some ways of doing so: * PM on LJ (isabeau) or DW (ysobel) * LJ/DW emails (i@lj, y@DW), as long as I don't get too much spam * AIM or YIM as ysobelflp * DW IRC, in #dw among other places, usually as ysobel or ysa or some variant * Email - my LJ username at usermail dot com * Other email - if you know my RL name (first and last), it's realname@gmail.com I have also posted my snail-mail address in a locked post right before this one. If you can't see it and want my address, please comment to this post. I have set it to screen anonymous comments, so if you have a DW account, comment and I will reply anonymously, and if you don't, comment with who you are and what email address I should use, and I'll email a response unless you seem like an evil stalker type. Cross-posted between DW ( ) and LJ. Comments welcome in either place.Tags: personal: contact info
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in case anyone is interested in what we are having: * turkey. gobble gobble etc. (nothing special that I know of, aside from spices -- garlic and rosemary at least, don't know what else) * bourbon yams. (best recipe ever -- orange juice, brown sugar, bourbon, spices, pecans, yams) * homemade cranberry relish. (not a sauce, but a bunch of stuff -- fresh cranberries, apples, oranges, other stuff I'm forgetting -- chopped up) * stuffing. (bread-based, with sage and celery and onions and, uh, other stuff) * vegetable. (this is a slight bit of a war, between the sentiment that it isn't a Proper Thanksgiving without a classic green bean casserole and the fact that I am kind of sick of gbc, so it will most likely end up being either green beans sauteed in garlic and butter, or corn and jalepenos sauteed in butter; probably the latter) There is also a pot of stock simmering, into which the turkey carcass will go to make yummy turkey stock, which will in turn be used for soups, rice, etc. ...writing this up is making me kind of hungry. (as is not having had lunch.) Cross-posted between DW ( ) and LJ. Comments welcome in either place.I'm feeling:  hungry
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For those of y'all for whom it's relevant, happy Thanksgiving. (For the rest of you, happy Thanksgiving anyway.) Thanksgiving is about a) food, and b) being thankful. So, some things what I am thankful for, in no particular order: 1. Being able to live in an apartment; for all I gripe about being dependent on people, when the alternative is a nursing home ... B. Computers. Both in a general sense (it's one of the few things left that I can still use), and in a specific sense (being able to personally own one). C. Internets. Need I say more? Okay, yes, I do, because so much of my social interaction is based online. 5. Not having to have a job. Granted, I *can't* have a job without losing the program that pays for my aides (~$2000/month) and the medical insurance that I have through my dad, and I doubt I could get one anyway in this economy, but the fact that I can survive without having to get a job is a luxury, and one I am grateful for. G. Music, again both in general and specific senses; being able to hear and appreciate it, being able to produce it, being able to fluently read written music, having a sense of pitch and rhythm, having the opportunity to be in choirs (especially now that my voice is the only instrument I can use). F. Family, even the crazy ones. VII. Books, and being able to enjoy them, to lose myself in a fantasy world and someone else's life. I grew up devouring books, and enjoying them, and I haven't lost that. 10. Relatedly, being able to write. As much as I gripe about being in a dry spell, as much as I have failed to write much of anything, as insecure as I am about what I produce... I can still write, and it is a Good Thing. 11. Blogs like Cake Wrecks, from which I stole this truly genius numbering scheme, and Not Always Right, and ICHC, for giving me dailyish doses of smiles. H. ![[info - personal]](http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png) jmtorres. Spoon. Dreamwidth, and all the friends I've met through it. (Yes, I deliberately saved this one for this 'number'.) ♥ XVI. For that matter, LiveJournal, ditto, and jygml, ditto. I love you guys. 17. Also, fandom. There is plenty of [bad]crazy, but there is also plenty of [good]crazy, and plenty of weirdos who Get It, and. Well. It's nice having friends like that. R. Being able to eat. (Not just on Thanksgiving. *grin*) Yes, I gripe about having to choose what I want, but at least there are things I can have; and while I have very few points of mobility left, my jaw is still one of them (*knocks on wood*), and even if some foods are problematic, others aren't. 20. Hugs. Even if the only ones I can give are virtual. Speaking of which, *hugs* to all of you. Cross-posted between DW ( ) and LJ. Comments welcome in either place.
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