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if again the seas are silent in any still alive - Ambar
February 2nd, 2003
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if again the seas are silent in any still alive
Woke up to elflet patting me awake, very gently. Then he told me about Columbia. It took my sleep-fuddled brain a minute to connect what he was saying to any kind of reality. "You mean, we've lost another shuttle?" He nodded. "Goddamnit."

This one isn't personal to me, though, not like Challenger. 9/11 wasn't personal, per se, but it was so huge that I mourned anyway. I have no impulse to grieve now, and that lack puzzles me, makes me suspect myself and my reactions. But it's the truth. (Rather like the fact that I haven't mourned my grandfather's recent death. But those are deeper waters than I want to wade in right now.)

Work today was rather like a continuing edition of As The CTX Turns, mostly occasioned by a brand-new schedule being announced all of 12 hours in advance. I am now working 12:30 - 21:00, with Tuesdays and Wednesdays off. Which is fine by me, but many people were much more painfully affected.

Leaving work at 9 felt positively weird, as though I was sneaking out unlawfully. (Probably abetted by the fact that the place was hopping and understaffed when it was time for me to go.) But driving down 101, it occurred to me that -- I was NOT WORKING. And things were OPEN. I am ashamed to confess, but my idea of wild debauchery on a Saturday night is to hit my favorite cafe in Palo Alto, order a double latte, and continue rereading Freedom And Necessity until the place closes down. (Call me a yuppie and I'll smack you one. Yuppies don't, I am fairly sure, have to consider whether to pay the electric or the phone bill first.)

(Parenthetically, re: Freedom And Necessity, I think spenceraloysius would be amused to know that I visualize James Cobham as being rather like bumblepudding. I do not know what he will think of the idea, although I predict that he will protest too much.)

Yes, I can think of much more debauched, and still enjoyable, things to do on a Saturday night, but elflet was booked, and I'm out of the habit of calling yohannon for last-minute fun and games. If you think I should add you to my list of people who can be called at the last minute, add a comment. :-)

Now, of course, I am typing on a caffeine high and ruining my sleep schedule. Also, elflet baked Snickerdoodles and left some here when he went off to have fun. Yum.

Current Mood: awakeawake
Current Music: Peter Gabriel ~ Peter Gabriel (i) ~ Here Comes the Flood

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From:yohannon
Date:February 2nd, 2003 01:52 am (UTC)

Well, DUH!

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Hon, you are ALWAYS can call me for last minute stuff. At the very least you could have caught the Two Towers on the iMax screen in Dublin with me and Roni. California, not ireland.

Hugs!

~Y~
From:emeraldas
Date:February 2nd, 2003 03:19 pm (UTC)

*wave* Hi there...

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Hey, don't forget about me!!! =)
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From:ambar
Date:February 5th, 2003 12:46 am (UTC)

Re: *wave* Hi there...

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Never, but I don't call you for last-minute debauchery on the Peninsula; I call you for last-minute debauchery in the Central Valley. :-)
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From:mnarra
Date:February 7th, 2003 11:51 am (UTC)
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...although I will be the first to admit that the commute for a drop-of-the-hat together-getting is a bit on the stiff side.
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From:ambar
Date:February 8th, 2003 04:01 am (UTC)
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Hmm. $59 each way on Southwest if I can stand to plan two weeks in advance.
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From:mnarra
Date:February 13th, 2003 12:04 pm (UTC)
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Why don't we shoot for late March...or, actually whenever the papers are signed? I think, what with Zelda deciding that she is beginning to hate me, and with the papers getting filled & filed, I should perhaps give her less cause to brood and rage than normal.

Now. That said.

[bounce, bounce]

Late March! Late March!
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