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So it's late at night and it's dark and I'm home alone. I open up Firefox and go into the other room while waiting for it to open all my saved tabs, and enough moments later for me to be initially SO CONFUSED, this sound starts echoing through the house: http://www.nasa.gov/wav/123163main_cas-skr1-112203.wav

One of the saved tabs was this recording of Saturn's radio emissions, and IT IS SO CREEPY YOU GUYS.
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Whoa, why are there ads all over LiveJournal? I wish I was allowed to install adblock on my work computer. But I'm here on the LJ anyway, because Facebook use has atrophied my ability to write full paragraphs, and that is a concern.

Last night, I fell asleep watching The City of Lost Children and that is mostly why I mostly missed the eclipse. I missed it only mostly, because I woke up at 2:20 a.m. and ran outside in bare feet and bathrobe and saw, barely, through the clouds, a little sliver of moon up there, which I guess was it. My other reasons for mostly missing it include: it being cold outside, and... that's it. It was cold.

THIS IS KIND OF A BORING STORY.
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The mister and I are taking a train to New York in a couple of days, and it's supposed to be a fun vacation full of adventure and birthdaytimes, but I have this bad ear infection. The unbearable, searing pain stage has passed, knock on wood, and the stage it's in now is just this very clogged up, numb, annoyingness. I can't hear hardly anything out of the one ear. I think I can hear normally out of the other ear--not sure--but either way, when I hear my voice inside my head it sounds to me to be at a different volume than what it apparently is, and it's very disorienting. I feel like I'm yelling, but I'm actually less audible than I usually am, according to sources. I'm also generally disoriented, due to all the utter wrongness going on in my inner ear, so I'm bumping into things a lot. Moving around at all gets me winded and I'm plagued with headaches, so I guess this trip (the first time I've ever been to New York City!) isn't going to live up to the high hopes I had for it, unless my ears and stuff get better on their own (which was my original expectation, but it has been a week now with no improvements). Everyone says I need antibiotics, but the free clinics I checked into have a couple week's wait for new patients, and we're leaving on Thursday, so screw it, I've lived for 28 years without a doctor, I can handle this.

What I'm really concerned with now is how far behind I'm bound to fall in my math class if I'm gone for a week. I've already been effectively gone for the last week due to being sick, and it's only a six week class, so it's accelerated. I'm technically supposed to be working on about three hours of the maths per day. If I want to catch up just minimally, I supposedly have to put in a good twenty hours of math before Thursday, and then another fifteen or so while I'm on vacation, which I can only do in places with wireless internet because it's an online hybrid class that runs off this website that right now is just FAILING to run correctly, so I'm not writing in here to avoid doing math homework, no, I'm just waiting for my other tab to stop beachballing and accept my answer of y=-2x+-3 godddaaammmnniiitt!!!1
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I'm going to start writing in here again...

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in like a month, maybe.
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So, this is happening. And I think I may actually be a little more broken up about it than Kyle is.
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Rest in peace, Chloe.
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Coupla' comic related links for the humor fan...

First: A cat rides a Roomba, and Achewood again predicts the future

Also: I cannot urge you enough to read all the installments (22 and counting) of Sandwich Duel in The New Yorker's Cartoon Lounge. It's an ongoing segment inspired by this quality interview with Achewood creator Chris Onstad.

And this: Ryan North's list of worst and best things at juicebox.com.
An excerpt: "Worst subculture: People who don’t have Asperger’s, but self-diagnose themselves with Asperger’s, and then use Asperger’s as an excuse for behaving like a dick on the internet. THAT IS NOT HOW THIS CONDITION WORKS, GUYS."

Hahaha. Awesome.
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Fuck this snow. I do not want to ride my bike in coldness. I'd like to also voice my displeasure at the fact that I have four big papers to write this week, and that I don't have $3,000 with which to go to southern Mexico next semester. That is all. Everything else is pretty OK.
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I spent most of my shift at work writing a paper. I was typing in my e-mail, depending on gmail's autosave function to save it as I went. Well, internet explorer just "encountered a problem and had to close" and it turns out gmail wasn't autosaving (at least, not since 5pm when I had only a basic outline finished) and my whole paper is gone. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
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I'm now officially caught up with the entire archive of Achewood. That's about seven years worth of daily comics. I'm kind of obsessed with it. It has at least tied Dinosaur Comics as my favorite webcomic, more probably surpassed it. The character development is so good, the dialog is so funny, and incidentally, for me, the style in which certain characters talk has been hell of contagious. I'm resisting the urge lately to omit punctuation in my written communication, and not resisting so well the urge to call fellows "Dogg", which is funny exclusively for me due to the fact that none of my doggs read Achewood. Doggs, read it. Especially if you are a dogg who is a dude, because it is basically a comic exploring the relationships of dudes with other dudes. And, if you are a lady, I expect you to also glean enjoyment, if I am any indication, for even though I am a lady, for some reason, in this context, the lives and times of some dudes is totally of interest to me and not annoying.
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If I'm ever part of a hiphop crew, my nickname will be Party Bus.
Yeah, someone somewhere is probably named Party Bus...




And it's me. I am Party Bus
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BattleStation ate my bra.
It's my own fault, because I saw him chewing on it on the laundry pile, but I was just all, "oh, whatever, he's BattleStation. He noms things," and I just laughed at him and let him be, thinking he'd just play with it for a while and move on, like he does with everything, because he's BattleStation and he noms things. But no. I found it later, completely chewed to shreds.
BattleStation!!!!!
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100

As a 1930s husband, I am
Very Superior

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Right now: while at work, I'm exercising my attention span by reading a 10,000 word debate on which Destroyer album is better, "Streethawk: A Seduction" or "This Night"? This is recommended.

Last night: Liser and her friend Jevva and I went to see Amy Goodman speak. Amy Goodman is my hero, and it was awesome.

In the future: We are having a BBQ on the 17th. That's this coming Saturday. We will be grilling fruit; peaches, if I can find them. You are invited.

Current Location: Star Tickets Plus
Current Music: Destroyer- Students Carve Hearts Out of Stone

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Well, my records lady dropped off the face of the earth. After she postponed our planned interview, she gave me some times she was available to reschedule, and said that once I responded with my availability, her next e-mail would include a final date for our conference call. I responded promptly, but didn't hear back from her. A couple of the possible dates she gave me passed by, still without a response, so I e-mailed her again. She still hasn't responded to either e-mail.
I can think of two possible explanations. One, she googled me and came upon my blog entry about the recordings and found it offensive, or two, she's dead. Or otherwise incapacitated. The first time she postponed the interview, it was because of a medical situation. Maybe I should keep e-mailing her, but I think I'll just keep hoping she'll get in touch with me if she can/wants to.

Also sucky: I just found out we didn't get the Antiques Roadshow tickets we applied for.
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I don't think I've mentioned yet in this journal that my sister Aileen moved out and our friend Jon Clay replaced her as our roommate. Aileen is trying to move to Las Vegas, for some reason I won't try to comprehend. Apologies if any of you are from Las Vegas, but I can't imagine a more objectionable place to live. I will miss her, and her pesky dog too.

And now, because it deserves to be recorded, here will be where I tell the story of Aileen's (and her dog's) adventures in inexplicable coincidence:
Aileen got her Basenji Tapanga over a year ago. They aren't a terribly common dog, and I guess there was only one breeder in the region, so when her boyfriend at the time saw another Basenji puppy in a Meijer parking lot, he correctly assumed it was one of his dog's litter-mates, and struck up conversation with the owner. They set up a doggie play date for their dogs, which Aileen attended. Tapanga didn't end up enjoying her reunion with her sister that much, but Aileen hit it off with the dog's owners just fine. They had a lot in common with Aileen and her boyfriend. Both couples consisted of a white girl in her early twenties with long blonde hair, and a black guy four years her senior. They had a lot of common interests, and both couples had been together for a little over three years. It came up in conversation that the other couple was in the process of moving, and when Aileen asked to where, she was surprised to find that it was the same obscure, over-priced apartment complex, out in the middle of nowhere, where she and her boyfriend lived. She asked her which building, and was surprised to find that it was the same building where she lived. She asked her which floor, and not only found that it was the same floor where she lived, but right across the hall from her apartment.
So, for several months, these doppelganger couples and their twin dogs lived across the hall from eachother, until Aileen finally ended her troubled relationship with her boyfriend and she and Tapanga moved temporarily into our mom's house (this was right before she moved in with me). When she called to inform her neighbors/friends/doppelgangers/fellow basenji owners of the situation, they ended up informing her right back that they were breaking up too, and the girl was also moving out with the dog to her mom's house.
I think that was the end of the coincidences, but that's quite enough, right? I mean what are the odds? I thought it was a pretty big coincidence that Tapanga and her sister ended up living right across the hall from eachother, but the fact that both the couples who owned these dogs ended their respective four year relationships at the exact same time made it really seem like this was some kind of elaborate copycat situation.
An elaborate coincidence is slightly more likely though, right?
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My old record lady had to reschedule our interview because she was having some sort of medical issue. She said she could do it Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday of this week, and I told her Tuesday or Thursday would work for me. Tuesday came and went, an she still hasn't gotten back to me, so I assume (hope) it will happen tomorrow. I hope I didn't scare her off with my request to record the call.
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Tomorrow at 6:00PM, I interview the lady from my old records. It's going to be a phone interview, as she lives in Arizona now.
It was her mother's family who made the records. Her mother is still alive, and she's going to conference her into the call! I wonder if she is Lottie, or Jean, or the woman who joked with the old man about her girdle size...
YOU GUYS: I am totally going to talk to Lottie, or Jean, or the woman who joked with the old man about her girdle size!

I want to do the call on speakerphone, so that I'll be able to record the interview with a tape recorder, and also so that I'll be able to play the records for the old lady, because she's super old and I don't count on her having the wherewithal to listen to them on the internet.

In trying to be thorough and prepared for the conversation, I'm writing down some questions I want to ask. I still haven't formulated a way to present my curiosity about their apparent intoxication, though.
I want this to go smoothly and not be awkward. I imagine that it is a little awkward for this lady to have had her potentially embarrassing home recordings listened to by a whole bunch of strangers. I'm wondering how to adequately express my sympathy for that fact. I'm not good at interpersonal things, so right now I'm just hoping I, uh, don't blow it somehow.
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Exciting news: I actually managed to track down one of the people who's voices appear on my found recordings!
I'd googled some of the names from the records (in conjunction with the places mentioned, looking for obituaries or genealogies with matching dates) before to no avail, but after I posted that blog, I decided to give it another try. I didn't have much luck with the main characters in the recordings, probably because I didn't know their last names for sure, but on one of the recordings of small children, the mother gives the date and the full names of the kids. I found one of those names in a Classmates.com profile of someone who graduated from Battle Creek High School in the 1960s. I e-mailed her, thinking it was a total long shot. Well, she replied saying that she was, in fact, recorded as a small child, and she thinks her voice is among those on the records!
She wants to call me to discuss it further and answer my questions. I definitely want to interview her. It'll be like an episode of This American Life! But, I'm also nervous, because I'm not sure what to say or to ask, or how to delicately pry into her family's business (any suggestions?). I'm just a little unprepared because I didn't actually expect to find a real live person. I wonder if she'll want me to give her the records. I'd oblige, but I would be sad to give them up.

Do any of you have anything in particular you think I should ask her?
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