September 11th, 2001


Random thoughts on the passing scene.

Two days worth of stuff to sum up and write about.

Went to UUFR on Sunday (for those who are acronym illiterate, that's the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship of Redding). I found out, much to my surprise, that it's been around longer than I've been around, but in conservativeville, a liberal religion doesn't attract many followers. The biggest problem is, simply, that the youth are so caught up in what their parents believe that they don't/can't/won't think for themselves. And most folks who get out of Conservativeville don't come back. So the average age is about ~45-50.

And this bothers me for some reason, I'm trying to understand why. They're nice people, and they very willingly were helpful and nice, but...something wasn't quite right. Maybe it was being the youngest person in the room by about 7-8 yrs (until another Shasta College student showed up. We spent most of the aftermeeting time talking to each other). And that bothered me for some reason.

I'm not sure, but this group is very different than the one I attended in San Jose. Maybe city size has something to do with it, but this group feels very much like the debating society. Not that that's bad, but it wasn't quite what I was expecting.

I'll prolly go back next week and see what it's like when they don't have a guest speaker (next week is sharing week) And I'm debating, too, because I'll be picking up my belongings and leaving conservativeville again at the end of the year, and I don't want to give them the false hope that I'm gonna be there a long while to help with all their growth plans. But there's some part of me that desperately wants people my own age to bounce ideas off of. Don't ask me why.

So we'll play it by ear and see what happens, I guess.


I went to my dad's birthday party too. He's 44, now, I think. Or at least, he will be Wednesday, we celebrated his birthday on Sunday mainly so Mom could be there. Mom went back in the hospital today. I spent most of it asleep, not used to getting up that early on Sunday, and my head hurt like the dickens. Sinus infection. Again.


Finished Vacuum Diagrams. That is one amazing book. If I can produce just one sci-fi story that is as good as the worst story in that book, I will die a very happy katster. In other words, this is a firm buy recommendation.


I need to make a logo and start making the mySQL tables for Project Bookworm. Project Bookworm is my attempt to catalog the multitude of books I have.

Well, twenty minutes in Photoshop, and cool fontage, and I come up with something like I'm not much of a professional artist, or an artist in general., but I like that. That big font is called "Bookworm", btw, which is what gave me the idea to use it for that word. ;)

A friend said it should be sharper, I kinda like the fuzzy feeling to it. *shrug* Tell me what you think. Or not.

Update: Main page of Project Bookworm is at


Today was shaping up to be a bad day. See the incident below, and then I got to Excel and bluescreened Win2k, not once, but three times. And the printer refused to work for a while. And my Excel teacher was being a scatterbrain.

But Zibby saved the day. Thanks for making me laugh. :)


I think that's about it. More randomness to come, latah.
  • Current Music
    Elven - Scarborough fair

The only words I can think of that fits.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

--William Butler Yeats, "The Second Coming"

Still processing. Be back to you later.

  • Current Mood
    numb numb

a bit of levity...

Called long distance to talk to a friend, and as I walked out into the kitchen to hang up the phone, I saw Britiney lying in the kitchen staring behind the fridge. So I walked over there to try and figure out what just happened.

There was something small and fuzzy behind the fridge. A mouse? Too big. A rat? Are rats colored like that? And then it moved and I saw an ear. Bunny.

To be more specific, the neighbor's bunny.

So we had three adults and two kids trying to figure out how to get a bunny out from behind the fridge.

A bit of levity, a reminder that life goes on even in the greatest of tragedies. Mundanity still happens.
  • Current Mood
    indescribable indescribable

What a day...

I'm still not sure I have words to describe how I feel at the moment, short of a scrap of poetry running through my head.

Look into my eyes
Tell me why I have to die
Simply because I'm an American...

Just a thought. As I said, I'm still not sure...

  • Current Music
    Senators singing God Bless America