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If there is such a thing as pre-slash, is there also such a thing as post-slash? And what would "post-slash" mean, anyway? Maybe something like this: five years after a breakup and the two characters aren't romantically involved anymore but they still hang out together at the coffee shop and they bowl in the same league twice a month.
As of episode 1.03, Kyle XY seems like a cross between My Life as a Dog and The Forgotten Door (which OMG, I just learned that there was a TV series based on the book). And it doesn't suck. A little preachy, maybe, but definitely watchable. Complaint: Not enough Nicholas Lea as of yet, and I'm upset about this. I mean, he's the real reason I'm watching an ABC Family show made by Disney in the first place, right?
It's not for certain yet, but I may be able to DRIVE to Toronto next month. In my VERY OWN CAR. I haven't had my own car in over two and a half years. Having said that, I still will not drive in Toronto. (see "not driving in toronto" on my LJ interests list). I'll park first thing and take the TTC everywhere, but to not have to take the bus across the border would be sheer luxury. I'm border-phobic as hell, and driving is way less crazy-making.
I have a new coffeemaker! Well, it's not brand-new, but it's like new, because its previous owner was my nephew Patrick, who is a coffee connoisseur and only stopped using this one because he upgraded to the brand-new model. So this one's in great shape. It looks like this, in matte black. I haven't had any coffee from it yet, but mr_t00by has, and he says it's good. :D
There are Russian porn ads on at least ~~two~~ three of my LJ comms. wtf?

First of all, happy birthday, scriggle! I hope it's been a good one with many more to come. *cheers*
Finally getting to a recap of how cool it was to listen to Maya Angelou talk for an hour and a half. It felt just like I was sitting around some ancient campfire listening to the village wise woman. She's got such a presence. She's confident but not arrogant, and also has a kickass sense of humour. She talked about her childhood and about people who were "Rainbows" in her life. About her "crippled" uncle Willy, who gave more to more people than most able-bodied people will ever do. How she was raped at age eight by her mother's boyfriend and that she didn't speak for years after he was found dead not long after the rape because she thought her voice could kill people, and that the reason she's so good at languages was all the listening and reading she did all that time.

She recited two poems: the first one, A Brave and Startling Truth, written for the fiftieth anniversary of the UN.

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines

The second was Still I Rise That was the one she closed out with.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

She's a remarkable woman. Seriously. And confident enough to throw height jokes at the Mayor of Providence. Not to mention butchering his name, on purpose. :)
I think I'll do my big post o' bullet points later and leave this the way it is, because I don't want to clutter up this beautiful poetry with all that randomness. If you get a chance, read a bunch of her poems. And her books. And especially, if you ever get the chance to see her, do it, because you'll never forget it.

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