Am I a magnet for weird people? And by “weird” I mean “not all there or otherwise challenged,” not the good kind of weird I share with most of my friends.

It never fails. You know the type. In this case in my choir class it’s a woman, probably my age or 5-10 years older. Her hair is greasy on top and frizzy at the ends. Her favorite outfits seem to consist of mid-calf length skirts, ancient white tennis shoes, knee highs, and either sweatshirts with appliqued kittens or shirts that try too…

This is why I’ve missed choral music so much. We’re leaning on the chamber director to let us at least give this one a shot. I don’t think we’ll win, but I feel… fuller somehow just having heard it.

I want to be that 1st Soprano with lungs of DOOM.

The master key is in your hand; the gate is yours for the choosing.

The word of the day is onward.

Which if funny because lately I feel like I’ve lost all my keys and am just randomly battering my head against a random assortment of closed, locked gates. :p

December 11, 2009

Can people become so broken that truths of how they are being screwed do not “set them free” but instead further demoralize them? Has such a demoralization happened in the United States?

Do some totalitarians actually want us to hear how we have been screwed because they know that humiliating passivity in the face of obvious oppression will demoralize us even further?

What forces have created a demoralized, passive, dis-couraged U.S. population?

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Dear LJ:

Is there any interest in hearing about my spontaneous OKCupid date from Friday? I’ve been thinking about writing it up…