So I haven't properly signed in here for nine months. Over the last week or two things have kept happening to remind me that I shouldn't just leave this journal abandoned, with no explanation or forwarding address ( Read more... )

Boo.

Yeah, I'm still alive, I just haven't signed in here in over a month. Wacky. I've had a real lack of emotional energy for things like this over the last month (more, really), and I've been spending a lot more time in my fannish spaces. (I am way too behind on my flist here to ever catch up. Not that you should have to, but if something ( Read more... )

Katherine is safe and sound in Armenia.

Also, it looks like hostilities are coming to an end. I need to see if there's a way to donate money to the relief efforts that are beginning now.

The conflict in Georgia is escalating. Kath and her fellow Peace Corps volunteers are still safe in the mountains, away from the conflict ( Read more... )

I'm a little freaked out right now, because of what's going on in Georgia. Kath's okay; I was on the phone with her briefly yesterday and about half an hour ago. She says that all the volunteers are going to a village in the mountains which is out of the way of everything, at least for the weekend; they don't know anything for certain, but if the ( Read more... )

I am having a fantastic day. My life and moods have been really swingy lately, and I need to see to that, but this is one really great upswing.

( Art exhibit, and lots about comics. )

Well, my weekend was a strange mix of awesome and horrible. Who on earth gets a summer cold? Me, apparently. This is really not on, particularly in such miserable weather, dammit ( Read more... )

Life has been kind of weird lately. On the one hand, all kinds of good things have been happening. I made delicious stir-fry last week, chock-full of all sorts of crazy vegetables (with a half-improvised recipe). This was a triumph: I am an infrequent, non-intuitive, crappy cook. Also, I think I'm doing rather well with this whole guitar thing ( Read more... )

Ow, fuck, my fingers. Well, it's certainly easier to get myself to practice guitar this week. My teacher gave us songs that we could pretend to be playing (you know, try to strum the chords and try to sing along, god I've gotten off-key). Just fumbled my way very awkwardly through "Eleanor Rigby" and "El Condor Pasa" . . . I feel bad for my ( Read more... )

I had an awesome weekend with my friend Kate: we did a lot of tourist things (straight out of my childhood) and went to Boston Pride. There will be photos when she gets back from Ireland and uploads her half. Also, I think I'll be ready to be more social quite soon. Not this week, but soon ( Read more... )