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ruthless compassion
29 September 2007 @ 12:17 am
A fine way to spend Friday evening: Working on a paper that's due in a week so I don't have to worry about it when I'm away next weekend.

An excellent way to spend Friday evening: At a delicious and delightful dinner party.

Guess which I chose?
 
 
ruthless compassion
29 September 2007 @ 12:27 pm
... When someone I like, respect, admire, or in any number of other ways think a lot of is in a committed relationship with someone I think is vapid, dull or otherwise unworthy.

I know there's nothing to be done in those situations, but it still makes me crazy.
 
 
 
ruthless compassion
29 September 2007 @ 04:02 pm
Years ago, as many of you may recall, I had super long hair -- down to my butt! But a little more than three years ago, I cut most of it off and donated it to...

Well, there was some confusion about the best place to donate it, because Locks of Love was starting to get a bit of a bad reputation, and there were a few other options, and I really meant to look into the best of them and send my hair off, but I got wrapped up in other things, and I kept meaning to do it, and then...

The other day, I found the bag with my long ponytail in it! And while I wasn't at all sentimental about my hair when I got it cut, suddenly, I find myself reluctant to part with it! But what am I going to do with a slightly tangled ponytail? It's not like you can put it on display or something. And isn't it weird to keep my old hair, anyway? And where would I keep it? Maybe in a nice box?

But, no, I really should get rid of it. Hair is good in compost, for example...

But it's kinda pretty, and look how long...!
 
 
ruthless compassion
29 September 2007 @ 06:15 pm
I have to share this post from Emergent Chaos, which links to this story at the BBC about sheep outsmarting the barriers people put in their way.

Hungry sheep on the Yorkshire moors have taught themselves to roll 8ft (3m) across hoof-proof metal cattle grids - and raid villagers' valley gardens.

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Dorothy Lindley, a Conservative councillor in the former textile town on the edge of the Pennine uplands in West Yorkshire, said: "They lie down on their side, or sometimes their back, and just roll over and over the grids until they are clear.


Of the improperly grazing sheep, one resident says, "When you try to move them on they look at you as if to say it is their patch and you are not right in the head."

Seriously, this makes me unreasonably happy.