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For the five or so people who haven't seen this, here's the video version of Jian Ghomeshi's interview with Hugh Dillon on CBC's Q:
CHURCHFAIL: I missed church today because I mistakenly thought the service started at 9:30, when it actually started at 9. I got there at like 9:03 and didn't want to barge into choir without having rehearsed this morning OR on Wednesday night (which was thankfully an excused absence) so I left without even getting out of my car. There was an 11:00 service I could have gone to but I was too embarrassed to do it. Hopefully I can explain myself adequately this Wednesday.
Yesterday I saw Capitalism: A Love Story at the Kendall Square Cinema in Cambridge. As much as Michael Moore has his issues, I'm usually charmed and informed by his movies, and this one was no exception. I still might make a more indepth post about it, but the best thing I learned was what an amazing guy FDR was, and how radically different the world would be if he had lived to make his dream of a Second Bill of Rights real.
After the movie I went to Shabu-ya in Harvard Square for dinner. I had been looking for Shilla, where I always go when I'm in Harvard Square; apparently it has recently merged with another place owned by the same family into a shabu-shabu restaurant. Since I had no idea what shabu-shabu was or even that this particular place served it, I went with maguro sashimi and yummy seafood-scallion pancake. Nom nom. I sort of hate the Star Trek TOS-type decor, but the food was really good, so I'll definitely go back.
Firefox has been sucking recently--constantly crashing on me for no apparent reason. Is anyone else having the same problem or is it something to do with my computer? I suppose I should reinstall it to see if that helps, but I've been lazy about it.
Dear Flashpoint: Cop shows aren't supposed to make me cry. I forgive you completely, however, because you are love with a side of awesomesauce.
Which brings me to the Song of the Day:

It's kind of obviously about residential schools (as much as any Hip song can be said to be about any one specific thing), but it also fits in with the themes of the episode really well. ♥Flashpoint

Current Mood: awake
Current Location: the sky is grey and white and...cloudy
Current Music: The Tragically Hip - Now the Struggle Has a Name

I woke up at quarter to ten this morning (that's 9:45 for those of you who weren't around back when clocks had hands), which isn't usually a bad time to wake up except for the fact that I had to be at church at ten. I toyed with just not going, but figured if I did that I might decide not to go next week and so on and end up back where I started with the staying home on Sundays. Besides, I'm in the choir. So, um, yeah. I threw on the clothes I wore to work yesterday and ended up not even being late (although I missed choir warm-up).

I love UU services a lot, especially the music. One of the songs they do regularly is called "Spirit of Life", which has a really pretty tune, and simple, amazing lyrics that go like this:

Spirit of Life, come unto me.
Sing in my heart all the stirrings of compassion.
Blow in the wind, rise in the sea;
Move in the hand, giving life the shape of justice.
Roots hold me close; wings set me free;
Spirit of Life, come to me, come to me.

We sang that today, which makes me even more happy I went, because it's one of those songs that stays with you, and it's a pretty good concept to have running around the brain all day. It fits all religions, which is always a good thing. If I can find a copy of the music, I'll upload it; it's really gorgeous.

Since this is the second week I've posted something church-related, it may become a trend. Not that this is a bad thing, mind you. :)

Current Mood: mellow
Current Location: a lovely autumnlike day in warwick

This was the poem used for the Opening Words at church today. I really love it, especially the wonderful way the minister recited it as an intro to the Water Communion (which next year I will definitely have water for, oh, yes I will).

Messenger
Mary Oliver

My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.

Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,

which is mostly standing still and learning to be
astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here,

which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.

"learning to be astonished" is now officially a tag, and a LJ interest. :D :D

I went to bed at 12:30 a.m., go me. Yes, you read it here first, folks. So now I'm trying to talk myself out of talking myself out of going to church. I'm still sleepy like I was last night, and I'm really beginning to think it's Adderall-induced fatigue. I hate that, but darnit, the stuff works for me jobwise. So, anyway, I really should go to church and actually try to be social. I don't have a church up here in the wilds of Northern RI yet, and I've been to this one and I like it (and not only that, they even have a CUUPS group), so, um. Yeah.
I have a cell phone again, yay! I was eligible for an upgrade (actually, I used mr_t00by's upgrade, since he used mine when his phone broke last year). This thing has all sorts of features, like woah, a camera, which I don't really need, but apparently all the new ones have one.
Speaking of cameras, I haven't forgotten the picspam meme. I don't have a camera cable and the port for my SD card doesn't appear to be working, either. As soon as those problems are taken care of, I'll post pictures again. *sigh*
The first time I heard about this, I pretty much sat back and waited for this. I'm apparently not the only predictable one in the universe. *loves* Also: Prospect of a S&A spinoff = good. I'm not holding my breath, but still. Much with the yay at the very notion. Also #2: Dear Toronto Sun: Please update your picture files. You can even have one of mine. Honestly.
I'd better stop procrastinating and actually get a passport. Trivia: I look naked in my old one, because I was wearing a sundress with no straps, and it was a head shot (and hey, I was twenty years old, I could get away with dresses like that back then). Also, if the US government is forcing me to get a passport, shouldn't they pay for it? I mean, yeah, if I was going to France I'd say fine, because France would make me have one, too. But I'm going to Nova Scotia, fergodssake, and I'm pretty sure it's the US that cares if I have one or not, not Canada. Without a passport I can go there, but I can't come back. *narrows eyes* Hmmmm. "I'm sorry, work/family/etc., I'm not allowed back in the country. I know, it's a tragedy." *buys warm clothes, dresses in layers, enrolls here, joins travelling fiddle troupe, has weekly ceilidhs, wins lottery, imports family, buys us all houses*
I finally had to go to the mall last evening, because that's where the Cingular store is. I did my part for Capitalism by purchasing books, how surprising! I got Making Sense of the Troubles: The Story of the Conflict in Northern Ireland (because, y'know, I need another book on Irish history), and also Stephen King's Dark Tower: The Complete Concordance (because the DT owns my soul, say thankya).
I never noticed it before, but Stan Rogers? Had a sexy voice (is there another word for "sexy", because I hate that word, and is it okay to say dead people have sexy voices?). I never really noticed it until I put "Fisherman's Wharf" (my current favourite Stan song *g*) on my iPod. Maybe it's just me, because I'm a sucker for husky baritone voices. Here, listen:

Stan Rogers - Fisherman's Wharf
I basically have to go to ComicCon New York, don't I? Because, *sputter*
Now I just have to figure out what day and buy tickets for mr_t00by and I before they're gone. If they're not already.
Oh, and joandarck? I can't get the whole Barrett's Privateers/Irish Rover/DS/Crossover!Fixit!AU out of my head. I think I might really really have to write it. I'm not sure if I want to thank you for this or run screaming from the room, because I'm thinking serious story, not crackfic, and it's gonna mean research. If I do it, it'll be the first really long thing I've ever written. Now to figure out what's Irish for Kowalski.
I've sufficiently talked myself into going to church (because I'm NOT a hermit, honest!), so I'd better go get ready. And then, yay, housework!

Current Mood: still sleeeepy
Current Location: going to church, yay!
Current Music: Stan Rogers - Fisherman's Wharf

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rants and ramblings of utter randomness

some truth, some reconciliation, and gone with the wind

move in the hand, giving life the shape of justice

no longer young, and still not half-perfect

there was no romance on a cold winter ocean and the gale sang an awful song

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