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| 10:34pm 06/09/2006 |
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OK, so I haven't updated in a few months. Oh well. Photobucket has been updated though, so stuff from FGC, BYM, and the ill-fated Intervisitation trip to North Carolina Yearly Meeting are up, along with the only two videos I suceeded in shoving down Photobucket's throat, Sam's "Waiting in the Light" from BYM and Nick's "Quakers" from June Conference.
Anyway, in case you didn't know the url is below, and all of the subalbums are pretty self explanitory. BYM stuff in BYM, Videos in Quaker Talent and intervisitation in JESUS LOVES YOU...
Ok so they progressively make less sense. Oh well.
EDIT: ok, so I forgot the actual link. It's here
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v317/nagarajas/ |
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| 04:28pm 21/06/2006 |
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mood:  uncomfortable music: Home
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Today was utterly consumed by a family spat. I was, admittantly, the instigator. See, last night I unloaded the dishwasher when apparently I was supposed to load it up too.
This caused a spat that lasted all day.
ALL DAY. From 8:35 AM to the time I now write and I dare say it will signifigantly affect tomorrow too. We go through this about once every 37 days with similar results.
It all could've been resolved quite easily. But we're all too stupid, prideful, and weighed down with emotional baggage to do this. Instead we fight, brood, sulk, fight some more, make hostile alliances with previously uninvolved family members, and then over analyize the conflict untill it becomes the symbol of everything that is dysfunctional within the family. And all of it, is a personal offense resulting from a concious and malicious attack from the rest of the family acting in unison.
It's stupid. It's painful. And I hate it.
But I'm too stupid, prideful, and weighed down with emotional baggage to get out of it. |
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| 10:43am 17/06/2006 |
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mood:  awake music: Iron & Wine - Gray Stables
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Explain your LiveJournal name and its meaning. When you're done, tag as many people as there are letters in your name.
Nagarajas is the name of the ruling caste of the nagas (singular: naga). Nagas are in many ways simmilar to the otherfolk of celtic mythology in that they are a magical race that inhabbited India before the advent of Humanity in the area and then when underground - or rather under water - in an effort to avoid the world's newfound occupants. Nagas are serpents capable of many magics of which shapeshifting is one, they are usually depicted either in the form of cobras or human above the waist and serpent below. Their mortal enemy is Gauruda who is usually depicted with a naga either in his beak or in his claws. Nagas are often seen in the headresses of certain dieties both Buddhist and Hindu.
The other names I use on occasion are Duergarrs and Makara Ketu. Duergarrs is a welsh fairy that eats travelers (if you see one, run to the nearest cross roads). Makara Ketu is the name of one of the Vedic gods of love. I'm a little fuzzier on his iconography but "makara" is a the name of a race of cute little water deamons with little elephant trunks and fishy scales. Makara are traditionally shown to represent water, and water is the element associated with emotions, especially of love.
Rather then tag 9 people I'm just gonna leave this on a volenteer basis... |
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| 07:45am 13/06/2006 |
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mood: Duplicated music: Beck - Milk and Honey
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So the Jennies decided to make an official summer schedule so we can organize visits etc. If You want to fit yourself into the schedule somewhere contact us and we'll fit you in.Jenny2's going away party is the 16th of August but we're here for the week before it so we'll A. come and get people if they need rides and B. be hosting people all week. My birthday is on August 5th, last day of BYM.
June:
19-24 Jenny2 is at the beach, but JennyV is home.
26-30 Jenny2 has summer school during the day, but is free at night. This is a good time for visiting! JennyV will be home
July:
2-15 Jenny2 still in summer school! Jenny V away for FGC/hanging in the west coast
16-21 Jenny2 has summer school during day, JennyV is home.
22-23 Jenny2 in North Carolina, JennyV home
25-29 Summer school and home, respectively
30-August1 Both Jennies at BYM
August:
2-5 JennyV still at BYM, Jenny2 at summer school :( JennyV b-day the 5th!
6 Jenny V passed from BYM, Jenny2 at home
7-11 JennyV and Jenny2 at HIPP Training during day. w00t
12-15 Home and open to visits!
16 Going away party. If you need us to come and get you, we will. That is a threat.
18-26 Jenny2 and JennyV at Outer Banks
27 Jenny Farewell Party for stragglers
28 Senoritis Begins. (school starts)
30 THE RAIN OF THE JENNYIES ENDS!!!!!!!!! :'( :'( |
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| 10:48pm 10/06/2006 |
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mood:  pensive music: Iron & Wine - Jezebel
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So. Art homework. Due thursday. Last thursday. Started today. In my defense I was really sick.
Can you tell I don't like doing self-portraits? |
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| 09:01pm 02/06/2006 |
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mood:  still crappy but not as crappy music: Iron & Wine - Muddy Hymnal
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Hi, my name is Jenny and I'm an Arachnaphobic.
I'm not VERY arachnaphobic. I mean, I won't scream if I see a garden spider; but I don't exactly LIKE seeing them.
Really though, it's the tiny ones that are nasty. Sure, the big ones are freakish monsters. But you can FIND the big ones. And it's not like they do anything but lurk. They don't have to do anything but lurk. Their victims take one look at them, faint, and then it's spidey diner time. If the big ones move at all it's usually to run away from something big enough to consider eating them.
The tiny ones though, they play mind games. You'll see a speck out of the corner of your eye and turn to find one of them crawling on the ceiling heading right towards you. And you'll think to yourself, "I don't have to worry. That spider's really tiny and I'm really big." So you'll ignore it.
That's when the games begin. You might THINK you've dismissed the spider as harmless but you haven't. Soon enough a little motion in the air causes the tips of one of the hairs on your arm to touch your skin. You dn't even have time to registire the little tickle before your body spasms and hastily tries to brush off the imaginary killer. So you'll calm yourself down and tell yourself how silly you are and that everything's ok. But now though, your whole epidermis is hypersensitive. And when you were spasming just now? That pressed a lot of body hairs close to your skin and when they start rising up you'll be spasming all over again.
Finally you're just lying perfectly still doing your best to ignore a body that insists that millions of spiders are crawling all over you. That's when they move in, the real spiders, to make their kill. What's one set of tiny legs among the millions you feel already? Like the boy who cried wolf, when your reflexes are finally telling the truth you don't believe them.
Untill the next morning, in the shower, you discover the huge blotch somewhere on your body that itches like hell.
It's like the punchline to a Twilight Zone episode. For all you know, there really WERE millions of spiders crawling all over you last night. Or maybe there was only one, living in your bedsheets, ready to violate your body again tonight. All you know is that you'll be twitching all day, and by the time you're exhausted and crawling in bed you'll be so tired of false alarms that you won't react to the tickling sensation of eight tiny feet... |
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| 10:48pm 01/06/2006 |
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mood: sick music: fuck my head hurts too much
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Me: hey
Tang: s'up?
Me: guess the signifigance of the number 103
Tang: unlucky?
Me: it's my current body temperature
Tang: damn...
Me: that's sorta my feeling |
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| 02:40pm 26/05/2006 |
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mood:  mellow music: Thievery Corporation - Chase the Devil
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Yeah, so collective thought was that I had a doctors appointment today but it turns out hte appointment is for next week... So I got a random day off today. Photos are Up, from Bus Trip and June Conference.
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v317/nagarajas/ |
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| 10:00pm 16/05/2006 |
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mood:  creative music: Three Little Birds - Sean Paul& Ziggy Marley
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We presented our statistics project today. Me'n my partner, Jenny Li, had done our project on the effectiveness of Google's Safe Search. Presentation went along with minimum giggles untill afterwards when it was time to field questions. Our teacher, Ms. Messenger, was apparently concerned that our evalutation process was overly qualitative and therefore more or less invalid in a proper statistical study. We of course tried to argue our case tactfully with statements such as "Anything that would be considered inappropiate by the school internet code..." "situtations and subjects traditionally reserved for consenting adults..." but to of no avail. She gave us an ultimatum: demonstrate our process definitively or fail the grade.
During this, of course, the senior boys who compose the majority of our class were egging Ms. Messenger on with cries of "Yeah, do a demonstration in front of the whole class!" "Hur Hur, search 'tentacle.'"
Eventually we manage to weasel Ms. Messenger down to demonstrating in front of her solely. Duitfully we turned off the Safe Search and selected one of the words we'd used in the study: "dripping." Go and try that just so you know what we just barely managed to get out of showing infront of our entire class.
Needless to say, Ms. Messenger realized how cut and dry the distinction was. |
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| 09:30pm 14/05/2006 |
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mood: calm music: The silence that occurs after guests leave
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Today was Mother's Day and Tom's memorial, so in honor of both I did very little involving either. Went downtown with Ethan and Katy, had a wonderful terimesu for lunch and had an adventure walking to the metro in the rain. Stopped by the memorial service for socializing purposes, had Chip and his dad over for dinner and made some arrangements for food planning/photo project. Had fun.
Didn't feel a need to do a whole lot for either occasion. I'm done my grieving for Tom and I've discovered my tolerance for cathartic occasions when I don't share the need is extreamly slim. As for Mother's day, such an occasion needent occupy the whole day, especially not when Mother has chosen to fill her day independently. She adored the poetry books we got her and a special dinner is even more special with guests. So it was all good. |
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| 01:14am 13/05/2006 |
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mood: thoughtful music: Rain
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So Prom was fun. Prettyful dresses, delicious food, wonderful people... People who needed needed me to be there for them. It's not that I begrudge it, I'm glad I could be there for them and I'm honored that they let me be there for them, it's just that it's so tiring. Tiring in the way that doesn't really hit you untill you're at home, in pajamas, sipping tea and talking to your mother about what a great time you had, and then suddenly it hits you that the last time you felt this tired emotionally it was because someone had died. So I had a great time; it's just that now I'm torn between exhaustion and a deep set need for the comfort of the computer screen and calm that comes when emotions become words and therefore meaningless. I had a wonderful time. It's just that I gave a lot of myself away, and now the only solace I find is in giving away my sense of loss. |
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| 10:06pm 09/05/2006 |
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mood: contemplative music: Beck - Broken Train
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It's wierd the things that become hilarious during marathon studying sessions. Some of them are obvoius, like the "putting out" system of European imperialism that allowed women to become independently wealthy, and still others are funny only to those who took the course, such as the stirrup being the epitome of military technology.
My personal favorite are the little tidbits of political or emotional innuendo hidden in text books and study aide, little reminders that the writers are, in fact, human. Like the chapter on Economic Forces in the Enviromental Science textbook being hijjacked by a supporter for the Green party who scandiously compares California's spending on prisons and correctional programs to its spending on enviromental programs (only one fifth as much *gasp!*). Even better are the subtle one-liners like, "Unfortunately, the name was later changed to World War One," from our world history text book.
Slip-ups like theese, when the deary tone of dense factual information is interjected with a shining glimpse at the humanity behind the inhumane summarization, provoke not just feelings of exultation and giddyness in the reader but a sense of comraderie. A subheading devoted to the impact of the bannana on African civilization is not just an ode to the calorie-dense and nutrient rich phallic symbol we all enjoy but cry for soldarity. Let the people who are bored to death by this chapter unite! Rebel against the authority that demands this of you! Throw off your chains of academic performance and LIVE!
We never do, of course. We might dally with tetris or long blog posts but in the end we learn the material, take the test and move on to the next boring chunk of data shoved at us. But in the end, when formal education has had its fill of us and we find ourselves sheltering offspring through that same intellectual landfill, we don't remember the components of the atmosphere and their relative frequency or which country had which age distribution chart. What we remember is the tragedy of name changes, the lengths putting out went to increase women's sufferage, and that when all is said and done, the stirrup rules all. |
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| 07:43pm 06/05/2006 |
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mood: artistic music: The General - playing in my head
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Went to the sheep&wool festival today. Tons of cute sheep, tons of yummy cooked sheep, and pretty pretty yarns and fabrics and wools for felting and wools for spinning and holy crap I envy some of what those artisans can do... Granted I know how to do most of what I saw, it's just that they're lightyears ahead of me in skill level. Grr, now I know how Yoshi feels.
Picked up some acid dyes (their not as scary as they sound, the acid is vinegar) so shibori adventures should ensue. Going back to the festival tomorrow with Sandra Micheals most likely so might pick up more goodies. Oh, and I got this GORGEOUS shawl. Lady who made it could've easily charged five times the price she was selling at and it still would've been a bargain.
Oh yeah, took the SAT this morning. It was easy. |
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| 07:37pm 01/05/2006 |
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mood:  blarghmlf music: Ozone Megamix
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~ I can think of few things that are wrose then being totally brain dead from one AP test that happened seven hours previously and knowing that that one was an easy one, and that the real whammy is comming tomorrow, and I should be studying even as I type this. I believe the incoherance of that sentence reiterates my point nicely.
~ I'm thinking of cutting my hair. I mean, I like the length it is now and I'm kinda itching for it to be longer so I can put it up more, but the last several inches are A really damaged and B a totally different color. Decision will be put off till after prom in anyrate.
~Dad goes in for surgery tomorrow. Some time later this week I go in to be checked for ADHD. Life |
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| 06:55pm 26/04/2006 |
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mood: exanimate music: Rush
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Day of Silence today.
It was kinda quiet. |
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| 07:17pm 24/04/2006 |
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mood: content music: Broken Social Scene - Anthems for a 17yr old Girl
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Anybody who has graced our home within the past, lets face it here, several years, is surely aware of the disgraceful state of our fishtank. Today however, marked a momentous ocasion in the saga of our fishtank-hood, the last remaining friske moved on to another place. A 1 gallon fishtank on the counter and Dad emptied out the filthy 30 gallon tank.
An idea of how filthy this thing was: so much of the water had evaporated out that the water heater started BURNING because the dehydrated scum coating its upperhalf had a relatively low burning point.
Also in the news, the tendonitis in my right hand is starting to be an annual thing for this time of year. Garrr. |
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| 05:16pm 19/04/2006 |
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mood: lackadasial music: Broken Social Scene - Shampoo Suicide
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So apparently the Washington Area Folk Harp Society Benifite Concert is this Saturday and not some vauge time in the near-ish future. Specifically it's at 7:30 at Knox Presbyterian Church (7416 Arlington Boulevard) in Falls Church Virginia. So I need to practice like crazy considering i've only sorta glanced at the music... Anyway, y'all should come because it's cool, a whole bunch of world class harpers will be there as well as assorted harpers/fiddlers/pipers etc. playing mostly celtic but some other stuff as well. The finale, which is when I play, has thirty-odd harps playing all at once and the thing is worth comming to just for that.
And sides, what's better then a harp concert after a weepy memorial service? |
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| 06:38pm 15/04/2006 |
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mood:  aggravated music: Dad practicing piano
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So apparently our pressure cooker only gets halfway to the thermoplasticity range for polyester. While that is probably a good thing considering the dangers of heating things up to 392-412F, it is very fustrating. 250F will impart SOME texture to the fabric, but I wanted peaks and crests that would stand up an inch and a half, not creases!
Thus I find myself in crossroads. I knew that if I decided to work in polyester I would be limited to texturing fabric as dying polyester is redicously toxic. But I still decided to work with it since it's much more readily available then silk. Silk is easily died, requires much lower temperatures to texturize, but textures are only semi-permanent and very vulnerable to heat and steam. But since the work I wanted to do with polyester I wanted to do is unattainable I could (A) give up on the pursuit or (B) move onto silk and other more traditional materials. Option (B)will involve considerable lag time untill my next attempt and also considerable investment (the book alone is $60).
I will, of course, go for Option (B) but at the very least I'll have to wait untill the sheep&wool festival to continue experimentation. |
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| 10:41pm 14/04/2006 |
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mood:  bitchy
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Saw Salisbury University today. Decided it would basically be Highschool Part 2, much like Howard Community College only without the humiliation (although HCC is apparently getting dorms, and is on track to become a university...). I also discovered that I'm a rich little snob with very high standards and it takes a LOT to impress me. One computer lab with state of the art graphic design equipment just isn't going to cut it and frankly I've pulled better portraits then the one they had on display from their Art 3. Come now, they have three glass blowing furnances going all the time but not a single fiber arts or textile class! And their libary only has 200,000 books and that's including periodicals. That's piddly squat.
But that's just me being a rich little snob. It's a perfectly fine school statistics wise, one of the top maryland schools and maryland's one of the top states in the countries, and I think I could weasel a decent education out of the place. Morover I could get a decent education out of the place in only three years and have plenty of money left over for graduate school. Yet I can't bear to consider the place as being more then a backup backup school. Because I'm a rich little snob.
At least I reconize the cause... |
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| 11:21pm 13/04/2006 |
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mood: tired music: None
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If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now.... Haha, Just kidding.
Seriously though, people need stop posting that. I'm running out of ideas! I can only turn out so much psudo-romantic schmaltz before my brain and my muse gets fried. Next person who posts that will get a yo-mama joke. Or a bandcamp story. What ever.
On the plus side, I think I got prom stuff figured out. As in I have a dress, shoes, a necklace and a date. Dunno about transportation, post-prom-party or no, or what group i'm going with.... Oh well.
Also in the news, I figured out how to do the heringbone shibori pleats I've been seeing everywhere. Will probably do an experimental piece tomorrow. I'm thinking black suede would go well with the texturing but we'll see. *nerdy crafty dance* |
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