Tomorrow I need to call the dentist and go register to vote. It would also be nice to go to baby group, but whatever.
Author: mizkit
vaguely related to visualization
(Why is it I ever seem to manage a post with content on weekends, when no one is about? Nevermind that, I’ll post anyway.) On the visualization topic of which I am so fond, a question of music: Do you *hear* music in your head like you would hear a radio? Except inside your head, of course, not in your ears? Because I don’t. Twice in my life I’ve heard a burst of music inside my head, and it was extraordinary and strange. Otherwise when I get a song stuck…
a post
I actually have a post I would like to write, but pictures, it seems, are faster. :) First for all the geeks in my reading audience: this billboard is about a block from my house. :) Yesterday was a lovely foggy morning in Dublin: Foggy Royal Canal Rememberance Garden Gone Fishing Lookin At You There are 3 more heron pictures behind the cut. The bird is in virtually the same pose in each of them, but I managed to end up feeling like all three were extremely different compositionally and…
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…that’s kind of a decent Rogue wig. Of course, now I’m going to have to make a costume (in, you know, my copious free time), because it’s one thing to wear my hair like that and something else to actually spend money on a wig.
SPIRIT DANCES teaser!
FRIDAY, MARCH 17, 8:34 A.M. “Walker, Holliday, you’re up. Homicide in Ballard, probably domestic violence. Be there yesterday.” A set of sedan keys flew across the room at my head. I caught them painlessly, only because I’d just come in the door and hadn’t yet taken my gloves off. The guy who’d thrown them at me—our lieutenant, Braxton, who was decent, hardworking, and who never impinged on my consciousness for a single moment beyond those I spent following his direct commands—jerked his jaw at the door, indicating we should already…