Jan. 6th, 2005

Blech

Jan. 6th, 2005 12:11 am
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Tuesday night, a woman in my program who I never look at without a sense of awe for her beauty, her serenity, and her amazing ability to look elegant in anything she wears, stopped by where I was sitting to tell me, "I keep looking over at you from the other side of the room and you seem to be glowing."

The perm? The make-up I'm now making a habit of wearing? My pleasure at being back in class? I was startled and delighted.

This afternoon, two of the women I was in a meeting with made a similar comment. One, in fact, said that she wondered if I was pregnant because of my glow. (Ack! If that were true, "glowing" is the last thing I would be doing.)

I was so tired this evening, I went to bed at around 7:30, slept intermittantly. Now it's 12:13am and I can't sleep because my stomach hurts and I seem to be running a mild fever.

I'm suspecting that the beautiful "glow" was impending illness.

There's so much going on in so many of your lives. I'm reading/listening, but probably won't be commenting much at all today unless it's to the more trivial stuff that doesn't require me to actually be coherent.
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Thanks to a comment from [livejournal.com profile] poliphilo, I went over to the Internet Movie Database (imdb.com, for those of you who have yet to discover this lovely reference) and found this entry:

[Jimmy Stewart] was the first movie star to enter the service for World War II, joining a year before Pearl Harbor was bombed. He was initially refused entry into the Air Force because he weighed 5 pounds less than the required 148 pounds, but he talked the recruitment officer into ignoring the test. He eventually became a Colonel, and earned the Air Medal, the Distinguished Flying Cross, the Croix de Guerre and 7 battle stars. In 1959, he served in the Air Force Reserve, before retiring as a brigadier general.

As [livejournal.com profile] poliphilo pointed out: Stand Jimmy Stewart and John Wayne next to each other, or screen their movies side-by-side, and who would you cast as a warrior for your own film? Most people would pick John Wayne every time. But which of them had the actual experience of battle? Which of them actually put his life on the line?

There are all kinds of warriors.
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Home from work today.
Perversely, I feel far better now than I did in the middle of the night.
I went back to bed at about 1am, woke up at 5:45 (my usual wake-up time), lay awake until 6:45am when I called in sick, and then fell back to sleep until 9:45 or so.
I would love to take another nap today, but that would probably screw up my sleep schedule even more.

I have several unwatched movies on my shelves: Love and Basketball, Little Voice, Paradise Road. I should get caught up on them today.

Of course, I could also do reading for class, but I'm not sure my brain is functioning well enough to make that worthwhile. My stomach feels better than it did last night, but the rest of me feels wrung out. (Perhaps from all that glowing the last couple of days?)
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Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] thomryng for posting this:

January 27th is the birthday of Lewis Carrol, author of ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND. Alice fell down a rabbit hole into a place where everything had changed and none of the rules could be counted on to apply anymore.

I say, let's do the same: January 27th, 2005 should be the First Annual LiveJournal Rabbit Hole Day. When you post on that Thursday, instead of the normal daily life and work and news and politics, write about the strange new world you have found yourself in for the day, with its strange new life and work and news and politics.

Are your pets talking back at you now? Has your child suddenly grown to full adulthood? Does everyone at work think you're someone else now? Did Bush step down from the White House to become a pro-circuit tap-dancer? Did Zoroastrian missionaries show up on your doorstep with literature in 3-D? Have you been placed under house arrest by bizarre insectoid women wielding clubs made of lunchmeat?

Let's have a day where nobody's life makes sense anymore, where any random LJ you click on will bring you some strange new tale. Let's all fall down the Rabbit Hole for 24 hours and see what's there. It will be beautiful.


What an amazing day we all could have. . . .
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