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It’s been a while since I did some of these. Just as fun – and a bit inaccurate – as always.


You See the World Through Blue Colored Glasses


You live your life with tranquility. You have faith that things will work themselves out with time.
You judge all your interactions through the lens of hope. You try to get all the facts before forming your opinion.

You face challenges with wisdom. You know that all bad things pass, and you have the confidence to see problems through.
You see love as the utmost expression of trust. Your relationships tend to be peaceful and stable.

At your worst, you can be cool, melancholy, and detached. You sometimes have to step back from emotionally charged situations.
You are at your happiest when you are able to reflect and relax.

If you really want a treat, get yourself some rose-colored glasses. The world really does look better. My current sunglasses are amber. My old rose mirrorshades are too scratched up to wear anymore, and I haven’t found a new pair that was the right color and the right price…


You Are 40% Extrovert, 60% Introvert


You’re a bit outgoing, a bit reserved
Like most people, you enjoy being social
But you also value the time you have alone
You have struck a good balance!

Hmmm… that actually seems about right. I’m not sure that it’s so much a balance as a situational flexibility. The extroverted side feels a bit less natural to me – a little over-energetic – and I can’t sustain it over long periods of time. I sink into a very comfortable groove when I’m alone – daydreaming, reading, listening to music, writing, observing, thinking, questioning… That’s my center.


Never Date a Virgo


Demanding, picky, and a total perfectionist – there’s no way you want to live up to Virgo’s standards.
It’s not that you couldn’t please a Virgo… you would just hate yourself for doing it.

Instead try dating: Libra, Leo, Aquarius, or Aries

So noted (My husband is a Libra).

Where's your dream home?
Mountains

You might like to live in the mountains! With the cooler temperatures, and nature all around you.

Absolutely! But as long as we’re fantasizing about that, I’d also want some sort of personal flyer or hovercraft. Driving on mountain roads can get to be a bit tedious after a while.


You Are Not Destined to Rule the World


You are destined for something else…
Like inventing a new type of cupcake.
You just don’t have the stomach for brutality.
But watch out – because many people do!

Not destined to rule the world? Darn. Because I’m not brutal enough? And here I was thinking that it was the lack of meekness thing.


You Are A Lily


You are a nurturer and all around natural therapist.
People see you as their rock. And they are able to depend on you.
You are a soothing influence. You can make people feel better with a few words.
Your caring has more of an impact than even you realize.

Nurturer? I’m not liking the way this is going. First cupcake inventress, now this. It’s true that I’m very good to have around in a crisis, but I don’t really think that “soothing” is the first adjective that would come to mind…

So here are some about how the various places I’ve lived might continue to have an influence – or not:


You Are 52% Massachusetts


You’re likely a Massachusetts transplant. Big rotaries still scare you, and you probably live outside of 495.

Yes. Big rotaries scare me, but being born in Massachusetts and living there for more than 20 years didn’t change that. And yes, I think every place I ever lived was outside 495.

You have 43% Iowa in you!

 

Hey, not bad. You enjoy a little bit of the rural life. Next time you’re in the midwest check Iowa out. It’s not so bad.

Do you have Iowa in you?
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Iowa City wasn’t really so much about the rural life. The quiz didn’t even ask about the Amana Colonies! The best question was about the festival that is held in Pella; I was really, really tempted to select “Window” festival…

How French are You?

You got 127 points. You’ve finally lived long enough in France for other people to notice your existence!

Sure, NOW! Actually, I would move to Paris in a heartbeat if I could make a living there. I miss it.


You Are 32% California


You’re not from California – don’t try to game this quiz!

Ok, I’m not really sure that a summer near UCLA really counts… but it was fun.

HOW GEORGIA ARE YOU?

Your Result: IMMIGRATE
 

YOU MOVED TO GEORGIA FROM SOME OTHER PLACE. YOU SEEM TO HAVE SOME INTERSEST IN THE STATE AND HAVE TRIED TO UNDERSTAND OUR HERITAGE AND HISTORY. ALTHOUGH YOUR NOT BORN AND BRED, U HAVE SOME PRIDE.
BORN AND BRED
 
DAMN YANKEE!
 
HOW GEORGIA ARE YOU?
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I’ve been here in Georgia since 1992. Most Georgians still place me in the “damn Yankee” category, but Atlanta is a little bit different. There are people from all over the world living in Atlanta. I’ve tried to understand the heritage and history, but I would have to say “not really” on the pride. The weather is great, and I’ve met some wonderful people here, but it’s a tough place for me to live in many ways.


You Are Pinot Noir


Sophisticated and worldly, you probably know more about wine than most drinkers.
You have great taste, and you approach all aspects of life with a gourmet attitude.
You believe that the little things in life should be cherished and enjoyed… and of the best quality possible.
And while you may take more time to eat a meal or tour a city, it’s always time well spent.

Deep down you are: A seductive charmer

Your partying style: Refined. And you would never call it “partying”

Your company is enjoyed best with: Stinky expensive cheese

Stinky expensive cheese? Gah!


Your Famous Last Words Will Be:


“What we know is not much. What we don’t know is enormous.”
Self-Centeredness and Anthropomorphic Projection

Self-Centeredness and Anthropomorphic Projection

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In which the author of this blog indulges in an freewheeling rant over a fairly trivial irritation:

Clouds!!!! Gotta get those clouds, man! They are SO DOOMED.

I KNEW IT!!!! I knew that something would interfere!

All I wanted was to see the MOON! Is there something WRONG with that?

I mean, how often do I get to see the gorgeous beautiful full moon, and during a partial eclipse too!

I had it all built up. No detachment for me. I had EXPECTATIONS. And I got Ben all excited about it too.

We all went out to see “Journey to the Center of the Earth” in 3D and it was fun. Then we went to the little airport near here and watched planes take off and ate calamari and chicken fingers and all that kind of thing. And we didn’t even mind when it started to rain, because it was muggy and the water was refreshing at first. We did eventually have to come inside… Of course, when the under-trained manager wanted to tell us where we could and couldn’t sit (the place was half-empty) I had to explain that our waiter was a bright boy and I had every confidence in the world that he could find us again. She actually persisted! So we all just sat down and I had to say in a sweet – really! – but firm tone, “we’re sitting right here.” But things were still good. They WERE.

As we drove home, I observed that the heat was steaming the recent rain right up into the air. Ben and I laughed about driving through a baby cloud. And then the sweet little bits of wispy evaporation had the NERVE to turn into cloud cover and deprive me of my moon tonight!

John crashed early, but Ben and I were determined to see that moon. Oh, we walked. Finally, we even drove. We climbed up to “top field” at his school, we went over to the grocery store area, where there were no trees. Not ONE BIT OF HINT OF THE MOON IN ANY DIRECTION!

We drove all around and I finally had to give up. We came back. Ben was mopey from the hopeless search. Where is the MOON? Where IS it?

I looked up moonrise, moonset, the direction.

Yes! Just as I thought. From our back deck, straight back into the horrible horrible woods full of huge menacing oak trees. Those trees, dropping huge limbs every time there’s a breeze, covered with purple meat-like fungus clusters, and all kinds of other unidentifiable sporey creatures.. Those TREES – always threatening to fall down and kill us, leaning toward the house with their rotten cavities gaping…. oh, they don’t like me. And I don’t like them right back. No wonder my boys can’t breathe right.

The trees often block my view of the moon, but once in a while they filter the moonlight in a charming blue-silver pattern so I try to forgive them. But it doesn’t matter WHAT I do, does it?!?! Nothing is ever good enough! I try and I try and it’s never enough to matter for anything! If I’m so damn smart why can’t I EVER EVER EVER…..

Those CLOUDS!!!!! They aren’t even pretty clouds. No individual formations are visible… it’s just a high diffuse COVER dense enough that all you can see is the pink-orange reflection of the city lights. Not a star. Not a moonbeam, not even a GLOW. Nada. Nothing. Zilch.

Ahhhh….. why is it that the universe conspires against me like this? Once in a while, can’t you choose somebody else??? I just want to be invisible. I don’t ask for much. Once in a while, can’t you be a little more F’ing BENEVOLENT? What do you WANT from me anyway? Don’t you have some peers for your reindeer games?

Bam! Bam! BAM-BAMMMM!

Blasted clouds. Stupid city where you can’t see any stars. Ridiculous pink-orange night sky. I hate it.

I hate it all. I hate this city. I hate this place. And it’s all the clouds’ fault.

WHY DID I EVER COME TO THIS PLACE?

ATLANTA? WAS I OUT OF MY MIND?

I thought I’d be here for a couple-few years, get my Ph.D., get a job at Berkeley maybe or in New England, and LEAVE. I never intended to put myself in this position forever.

And then it took forever. really. forever.

And my advisor… and then I … and I met… and I couldn’t even.. and it…. and it was suddenly too late… everything was too late… AND THESE CLOUDS ARE REALLY PISSING ME OFF!

ARGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! I can deal with people hating me for being an educated white female liberal from Massachusetts (or Massa-TWOSHITS), I can deal with every insincere “bless your heart,” and every attempt to indoctrinate my son, I can even forgive idiotic and self-righteous conformity to profoundly destructive viewpoints, but really, NOW I CAN’T EVEN SEE A FULL MOON WHEN I WANT TO?

The CLOUDS ARE OUT TO GET ME! IT’s NOT FAIR!!!!!!!! And I’m SICK of IT. Sick of it. Sick of it. And I don’t CARE that I’m being unreasonable!

I’m sick of being forgiving. I’m sick of being an adult. I want to have a gigantic tantrum, and shake the earth! Thunder! Lightning! Wind! I want to SHAKE things and scream “What is WRONG with you?” And then, “JUST DO WHAT I SAY! DON’T THINK, JUST DO IT!” ARGGGGGGG!

EVERYTHING! I Fu…

Deep breath.

Loop it. Reality check – completely missing of course, but in kind of a cute way. Liking the clouds anger. Good scapegoat target for pent-up frustration. Kind of a Peanuts “curse the darkness” thing going.

I’m gonna SMACK those clouds, man. SMACK! Right in the face. SMACK. Hee hee.

Whew. That felt great.

Gotta let it out every once in a while. I think the clouds can take it. They’re stronger than they’re given credit for.

But those clouds – and water in general – owe me one.

Let’s review, class: I can’t even get up a full rant. It didn’t even generalize completely. Still, I think we’ve covered Projection, Paranoia, Anthropomorphism, Infantile Regression, Displacement, Scapegoating, Power – Command/Control, Catharsis, Humor, Cultural Intertextuality and therefore Intellectualization, ending with light touching of Magical Thinking. Oh, right, and Self-Pity, Self-Centeredness – an overall Temper Tantrum.

Because I was denied an archetypal experience of cool serenity, the antidote to my lonely bit of nothingless in the cosmos… and yet, I am detached from it, too.

Actually, things have gotten a lot better in the last year or so. Most of this anger is just old echoing stuff that I’m actually done with now. Atlanta’s not so bad, and it’s not as if I ever really belong anywhere anyway.

I do feel better. I just hate being disappointed.

If I can’t soak up the cool moon, a homeopathic dose of fire will suffice.

You Rock, Red Sox!

You Rock, Red Sox!

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Oh YEAH. The Red Sox won the World Series!

I may be living in Georgia, but the Red Sox as icon is in the blood of this Massachusetts woman.

Red Sox ROCK

I’m thinking that they must inject something in Massachusetts babies.

I have absolutely no interest in any other sport or any other team (well, not since that handsome Bobby Orr gave me his autograph at the now-defunct Boston Garden).

Everyone who grew up in Massachusetts knew the drill. Yeah, they were great. Yeah, they were likable and fun and had a great energy. They always did. But you knew that as talented as they were, they would bring it right up to the edge… and everyone would get all geared up… and then, somehow, they’d blow it.

I don’t know anyone who really believed in the Babe Ruth curse (the so-called “Curse of the Bambino” that fated the Red Sox not to win the World Series for 86 years after they sold Babe Ruth to the New York Yankees). Still, it always seemed like they just got so close… There were even some violent episodes between fans of the Red Sox and Yankees from time to time.

You should have seen me screaming when the Red Sox won in 2004. Literally. Screaming.

I’m not saying I condone any rioting… but I understand.

If only we could get this revved up on political issues…

I so wish I’d been in Boston last night.

Shoutout to my people. Love you Red Sox. Love you Boston. Love you Massachusetts.

Busy, hectic – but… VOTE

Busy, hectic – but… VOTE

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I’ve been missing in action, I know. I’ll write all about the following when I get more than a couple of minutes.

  1. Quick trip to the Alabama shore for J’s family reunion
  2. Visit from my cousin A
  3. Halloween/Samhain festivities
  4. Making some calls to remind progressive voters in swing races to vote (Moveon.org)
  5. Catching up on the hundreds of backlogged emails
  6. Preparing for a trip to see some of my family and friends in Massachusetts
  7. Helping J to meet his end-of-month book deadline – permissions, scanning, reformatting, endnotes – and trying to keep household things from sliding any worse than they already are under those deadline conditions.

Um. I think that’s it, other than some household repair things (too tedious to get into) and the sorts of things (sleeping, brushing teeth, etc.) that you have to do – and which take up time – but that don’t “count” on a list like this.

I didn’t even have a chance to make my usual Halloween page. Boo.

When I get a little breathing room, I’ll post a couple of pics, and fill in some details. I suspect the blogging will be a bit light until that book gets turned in, though – so just in case I get completely overwhelmed, I’d better say this one thing to all you American progressives, populists, greens, democrats – oh heck, anyone to the LEFT of Attila the Hun:

VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! VOTE!

Scalia Gesture after WHAT mass

Scalia Gesture after WHAT mass

So Supreme Court Justice Scalia made a “Sicilian” gesture toward anyone who might question his impartiality on issues involving the separation of church and state -this as he was leaving a mass in Boston.

But this was not just any mass.

He was attending a special mass for lawyers and politicians at Cathedral of the Holy Cross, and afterward was the keynote speaker at the Catholic Lawyers’ Guild luncheon.

A special mass for lawyers and politicians?

Isn’t that a sign of the apocalypse or something?

He’s also been spewing his opinions about the Guantanamo detention rights case being brought before the court. If he’s already made up his mind, these public statements are an argument for his recusal. The statute governing inappropriate judicial speech states that a justice “shall disqualify himself in any proceeding in which his impartiality might reasonably be questioned.”

I place the odds that he will recuse himself on this case at something like 98-against (with a +2/-0 variation – hee hee) unless there is a strong public outcry.

How likely is that – at least while anyone is still watching the Sopranos… We seem to care more about entertainment than we care about our reality.

Scalia, what a guy.

4th of July is Independence Day

4th of July is Independence Day

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Not hearing “Independence Day” much this year, so let me say it loud:

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!!!!!

It’s about a revolution against the tyrannies of old King George.

How could so much of our hard-won independence for our freedom and democracy been so senselessly squandered?

How could Independence Day be represented the way I’m seeing it this year? I want to see more patriots and less nationalists!

Give me liberty or give me death – it’s on the license plates still in New Hampshire, isn’t it? Say it is. I’m from Massachusetts, and the history of that great struggle is a matter of pride there. In Georgia…. well.

We’ll still go see the fireworks – just not at Stone Mountain.