Best thoughts tossed your way from California. Most of what I know of narcolepsy comes from Making Book which I recently handed off to the older younger guy after making him promise to give it back when he's done.
May the meds be fixed and you return ... soon.
Sal, are you still a Republican? I don't ask this to be disparaging but because the way you were talking the last time I saw you in person it sounded like you were ready to make the break.
Ah, yes. That was a while back ... and yes, I'm still havering on about it. Do I do more good gnawing away from within, espousing those issues that are important to me, or am I rotting my soul by affiliation with some of the nutjobs? Should I abandon like-minded souls who are also gnawing away or should I leave? What if we all left at once? Would that shake up the Republican Party enough to make some changes if their numbers fell when alzasudden all like-minded souls dropped the party affiliation?
Got me.
Political labels can get a little um. odd. If you meld the the beach and the farmworker and the University, toss in solid good sense and lefty-commie-pinko-socialist-labor sensibilities, throw in a heart as big as Texas, what do you get? Someone I'd never see at a Republican fund raiser, but someone I'd rather hang out with than some of the folks I would see there. Maybe the fact I wouldn't cop to the affiliation means something.
We're in the process of moving and have thousands of books boxed up and stashed in a small space next to a guy who does skylights and down from a guy who does gutters. I'll need to find a children's fiction box with space for just one more book ...
Worked find for Firefox 1.0.1.
I too skipped the political question. I'm a Republican for various reasons, one of which is to vote in Republican primaries when the choice is between a nutter and an absolute nutter. I'd rather not have someone using that party affiliation as a datapoint while sorting their data. Lessee, 43% of these folks are Green and 43% are Dems and 6% are P&F and lookee here! a Republican! and she reads People Magazine too! But she doesn't read Soldier of Fortune, that means ...
Xopher, a podcast is an audio file (think .MP3) that can be downloaded to your iPod to give you audio access to a talkshow, or friends who threw a houseparty, or a conference you missed. podcast aggregators will be the wave of the future, some say. Dave Winer -- he of Scripting News, which he describes as "one of the earliest and currently the longest-running weblog on the Internet" -- and Adam Curry are the minds behind podcasting. If you pop /"dave winer" podcast/ into your search engine of choice, you'll learn more than you need to know.
And in the case of (A), my husband and I came from the two different sides of being one-of-two; I was the older sibling in my family, and he was the younger. We are selfishly reluctant to go through what our parents had to, what with constant referreeing of sibling rivalry, and we would also like to spare our hypothetical kid the stress, the inevitable injustices, the comparisons, etc. (Plus there's the negative-population-growth angle.
I was raised number four of six with all of the lost-in-the-middle-shuffle issues. Now, in my fifties, I am the oldest of three. His nibs was an only.
My family is less dysfunctional than most, but there are times when you'd think we were forty years younger than we are with the way we can push buttons or remember past slights. His nibs watches the family dynamics and says, "I'm so glad I was an only child."
Criticisms from the Bad Mommy Brigade would have no effect if it weren't for our inherent worries that perhaps we are doing something wrong. The guys are in their twenties now and reassure us that we did just fine. They like who they are. They tell us they've heard some very weird tales from friends about other families' dysfunctions. I still wish I'd baked more chocolate chip cookies, though, and could undo some of the choices I made. But they're happy with their childhoods and themselves so maybe I should just let go of the if-onlys.
My favorite drive-by happened at a PTA luncheon. I'll be generous and say that perhaps one too many glasses of Chardonnay before lunch had freed Mrs. B from her inhibitions. On hearing that his nibs and I have different last names, she went into a tirade about people with different last names and how she assumes they aren't married and how it is absolutely terrible for people to have children out of wedlock, unfair to the children, failing society, and on and on. The look on my face must've been the one I use when I poke at a stink bug or millipede. You know the one, the oh-what-have-we-got-here look.
She asked, "Well, what do you think of that?"
I answered, "It's your problem, Nancy, not mine."
She spluttered and didn't talk to me for the rest of the meal. Oh, well!
My mind sees "which is not all that boggling compared to (say) BoingBoing’s traffic" as "is not all that bloggling compared to" ...
Heigh ho, Heigh ho. A-bloggling we'll go. ...
Congrats, TNH. At a recent family gathering, my twenty-something son made reference to something he'd read on Making Light and I responded. We both stopped talking and -looked- at each other.
Heh.
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