Medical
I was so bitterly exhausted today, and achier than I've been in some time. Probably partly weather, partly travel. Will be better soon.
Manic Monday
When my boss returns from vacation, I'll be suggesting a schedule change - working afternoons on Mondays when I have Peer Supe meetings, so I don't have to kill five hours running around town. If she isn't in favor - well, at least it'll be easier when I'm off gluten. Today did not suck in that I got to visit with
Your Daily Chance to Do Good
Gaffer lives in Boulder CO, which is really freaking cold right about now, as it normally is at the turn of the year. Part of what this means is that busking isn't really an option right now, so his income has been cut pretty drastically. And, unfortunately, he's just had an emergency come up that requires him to find new living space and get moved into it on very very short notice. In short, he needs a miracle. Gaffer is physically pretty fragile and isn't going to be able to do all this himself. He could also use some help finding a new place that (a) fulfills his own needs and (b) he's able to afford on his fairly limited housing budget.
There may also be some other stuff people who don't live in Boulder could do to help--I'll be talking with him tonight to find out the details and will share them as they become available. Some of it will be simple financial help, other parts will be things like helping him to set up a website to sell his CD's.
Link Soup
* Theoretical treatments for celiac disease
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* Interesting theory re: Doctor Who: The End of Time (spoilers!).
* Boston FiberCamp.
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Daily Science
By combining a research technique that dates back 136 years with modern molecular genetics, a Johns Hopkins neuroscientist has been able to see how a mammal's brain shrewdly revisits and reuses the same molecular cues to control the complex design of its circuits.
Plans
Biopsy. Sleep. I have nothing else scheduled, because I don't know how well my body will cope!
I can take one or two at the most.
Three and I'm under the table,
Four and I'm under the host.
I had to stand in line for 30 minutes to get our honeybaked ham and I almost had a melt down when I got to the apartment club house to pick up packages and found them closed, even though it was 4:00 on the dot. But being able to witness a couple of snowflakes swirling in the air around Mikey when he met me to take up the packages he was allowed to see snapped me out of my self-pity.
We cooked up Christmas dinner while watching "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation" - easily my favorite holiday film. We made homemade mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, biscuits, and Mike's only request - Stove Top stuffing. Nothing more, nothing less! We had cookies in Santa's honor while watching "Mickey's Christmas Carol" and then settled in for a long winter's nap.
The next morning we had some yummy Panera holiday bread with coffee and presents. Funnily enough, I had gotten Mike for my family's Secret Santa - so I had that budget on top of our meager agreement.. and I blew them both out of the water. See, Mike hardly asks for anything, ever - and he rarely gets himself any of the things he needs. So I kind of went overboard. It rather backfired on me as he kind of stuck to our budget and part of my Secret Santa's gift is running late..
But I enjoyed being the glutton giver and it just means my Christmas gets to be spread out! Unfortunately we do need to work on Mikey's taste in jewelry - as far as getting it for me goes - and should perhaps teach him Joe's lesson of sticking to a wish list. ;) While I did adore "Princess and the Frog" - what am I going to do with a plush frog!Naveen? I mean, really? I have more stuffed animals than I know what to do with! But it was the though that counts. :) And he does have the cutest little lecherous face. XD
After church we just sat around watching Red Box films and drinking our trial-by-fire mulled wine. We couldn't find the mix we used the last times so I just got these mulling spices and added a ton of brown sugar. It was a surprising success! The next two days we spent playing Ninety-Nine Nights and Eternal Sonata. Not quite as epic as playing Prince of Persia last year, but still pretty fun. And we get three more days off this weekend! Being a bum has been the best medicine. ( Photos to prove it... )
But I do have nagging wedding stuff to contend with and a big ol belly from eating junk to try and at least tone up. :) I did get a new schedule, though - I'm temporarily 9:30 - 6 with the possibility of switching to 8 - 4:30. I tested the latter today and while 7 AM feels obscenely early after months of 10:30 - 7:30 and a 30 minute lunch pushes my faculties to the brink, I do miss most of the traffic and get more productive time in my day. So here's hoping it works out!
Love you all. Hope you had a fabulous holiday!
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dirty
From The NYT
December 28, 2009
By PAUL KRUGMAN
Maybe we knew, at some unconscious, instinctive level, that it would be an era best forgotten. Whatever the reason, we got through the first decade of the new millennium without ever agreeing on what to call it. The aughts? The naughties? Whatever. (Yes, I know that strictly speaking the millennium didn’t begin until 2001. Do we really care?)
But from an economic point of view, I’d suggest that we call the decade past the Big Zero. It was a decade in which nothing good happened, and none of the optimistic things we were supposed to believe turned out to be true.
It was a decade with basically zero job creation. O.K., the headline employment number for December 2009 will be slightly higher than that for December 1999, but only slightly. And private-sector employment has actually declined — the first decade on record in which that happened.
It was a decade with zero economic gains for the typical family. Actually, even at the height of the alleged “Bush boom,” in 2007, median household income adjusted for inflation was lower than it had been in 1999. ( And you know what happened next.... )
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cynical
If you or any of your friends are thinking of coming to Tōkyō on a budget, I can recommend a new, clean, super cheap guesthouse! At about $30 a night, it beats any regular hotel in the Tōkyō area. This is the same price as a “capsule hotel” which is no way to travel.
So a lot of people have asked me about Christmas in Japan. Well, the Japanese are masters at appropriating elements or foreign cultures and then thoroughly Japanizing them to fit the the needs of their own culture.
Christmas is no exception.
Today we went into Kobe City center to buy a new mobile phone for my wife. It's been about 2 years since we bought the last one. Japanese mobile phones have always been at the forefront but over the past 2 years there has been considerable progress.
Noted by John McIntyre, from "Eastern University demolishes nearly century-old log cabin", The Daily Local News (Chester County, PA), 12/26/2009:

Indeed, the top suggestion for the string "incect" from Word 2007's spelling correction system is (plausibly enough) "incest". Apparently Sam Strike (or his editor, if any) is one of those people who unwisely allows spelling correction to run without human supervision.

In Tokyo yesterday, I bought three packs of Japanese space food at a science museum. Pictured here are a pack of daigaku imo (candied sweet potatoes) and takoyaki (balls of batter with octopus in them). I tried takoyaki, chocolate cake, and pudding. They were all pretty decent, but the pudding — advertised as not too sweet, with a smooth, melting texture — was the only one that I could actually see myself wanting to eat again. For six bucks, though, I think I'll stick to real food as long as I'm on earth.
Not to mention I slept through all the Boxing Day sales and I don't think I've properly seen the sun since Christmas.
Just. Auuuuuuuuuugh.
Posted from my dreamwidth.
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pissed off - Soundscape:"Give It Back" - The Vista
115 icons for transition through the long, low light of the New Year. want, take, have (as usual). comments gratefully accepted. image sources various and eclectic.
cross posted from my icon journal
There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons --
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes --
Heavenly Hurt, it gives us --
We can find no scar,
But internal difference,
Where the Meanings, are --
None may teach it -- Any --
'Tis the Seal Despair --
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the Air --
When it comes, the Landscape listens --
Shadows -- hold their breath --
When it goes, 'tis like the Distance
On the look of Death --
-Emily Dickinson
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pensive

I made my carbon footprint a little smaller today. (Newer, smaller car.)