some randomalia to finish the day
Jul. 4th, 2010 11:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
healingmirth- I tried to do some fanciness to my reading page on DW so that I could read entries by date in chronological order rather than reverse chronological. It did something odd. That odd thing was perhaps truncating the page? Am not sure, because I lack the brainpower today to engage with the problem, but I wish it had magically worked. Caught up on DW anyway, in the same sense that I'm caught up on LJ. Actual reading to follow tomorrow, I hope.
- I know I've mentioned my love of NPR's Monkey See blog before, but I forgot to mention![[syndicated profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/feed.png)
monkeysee_feed here on DW for ease of clicking.
- I bought some pulled pork at the grocery store despite the fact that I'm vaguely anti-pork these days, and also despite the factthat I was sure when I bought it that it wouldn't be up to my standards for barbecue. It was okay, but mainly I was hungry, and now I wish I'd bought less of it, so I would have eaten less of it.
- Sometimes my DVR presents me with 30 seconds of the end of Star Trek:TNG before things on BBC America start. Today it presented me with Wil Wheaton talking about how friendships can survive light-years of separation and kissing a twenty-something Ashley Judd on the cheek.
- Ben Thompson is one of the American Idiot ensemble members, and his whole being is absolutely hilarious to me. His softball jersey says Bentensity on the back, and every moment I've seen him on stage or in person he's been one of those 110% people. Broadway World has an interview with him this week that I was hoping would be entertaining, but presents him as pretty relentlessly average, for a Broadway person. you can read it here if you really need to, but I wouldn't bother.
- Am having delayed angst about how utterly useless I am to arguably the most troubled member of my team on this trip. I am totally there for her in terms of listening if she needs a listener, but we are possibly the two most dissimilar females in a 100 mile radius who share a socioeconomic class and hair- and eye-color. I wouldn't even know how to begin to empathize with the problems she is having, and I don't think sympathy is going to cut it.
- While in New Orleans the first weekend, Friday night, I thought that it seemed like there were a lot more rainbow flags on and around Bourbon St. than I remember. At the end of the wandering, there was a banner at one of the bars announcing that the following Saturday and Sunday was Pride in New Orleans. I'm intensely curious about how that compares to a normal weekend in the French quarter.
- I still do not understand what is fun about Bourbon Street if you're not drinking, and I don't remember thinking it was much fun when I was there as a teenager. After leaving Marie Laveaux's, one of the clerks came out to our group's adviser and told her that his coworker said he'd seen one of our kids take a dollar off the altar. I don't think that our kids were entirely above touching the altar or taking something just to be jerks, but I'm dubious about the way it was claimed.
- The fireworks tonight started before dusk, with accompanying cat-panic. Still going strong at 11:20 pm.
- I know I've mentioned my love of NPR's Monkey See blog before, but I forgot to mention
monkeysee_feed here on DW for ease of clicking. - I bought some pulled pork at the grocery store despite the fact that I'm vaguely anti-pork these days, and also despite the factthat I was sure when I bought it that it wouldn't be up to my standards for barbecue. It was okay, but mainly I was hungry, and now I wish I'd bought less of it, so I would have eaten less of it.
- Sometimes my DVR presents me with 30 seconds of the end of Star Trek:TNG before things on BBC America start. Today it presented me with Wil Wheaton talking about how friendships can survive light-years of separation and kissing a twenty-something Ashley Judd on the cheek.
- Ben Thompson is one of the American Idiot ensemble members, and his whole being is absolutely hilarious to me. His softball jersey says Bentensity on the back, and every moment I've seen him on stage or in person he's been one of those 110% people. Broadway World has an interview with him this week that I was hoping would be entertaining, but presents him as pretty relentlessly average, for a Broadway person. you can read it here if you really need to, but I wouldn't bother.
- Am having delayed angst about how utterly useless I am to arguably the most troubled member of my team on this trip. I am totally there for her in terms of listening if she needs a listener, but we are possibly the two most dissimilar females in a 100 mile radius who share a socioeconomic class and hair- and eye-color. I wouldn't even know how to begin to empathize with the problems she is having, and I don't think sympathy is going to cut it.
- While in New Orleans the first weekend, Friday night, I thought that it seemed like there were a lot more rainbow flags on and around Bourbon St. than I remember. At the end of the wandering, there was a banner at one of the bars announcing that the following Saturday and Sunday was Pride in New Orleans. I'm intensely curious about how that compares to a normal weekend in the French quarter.
- I still do not understand what is fun about Bourbon Street if you're not drinking, and I don't remember thinking it was much fun when I was there as a teenager. After leaving Marie Laveaux's, one of the clerks came out to our group's adviser and told her that his coworker said he'd seen one of our kids take a dollar off the altar. I don't think that our kids were entirely above touching the altar or taking something just to be jerks, but I'm dubious about the way it was claimed.
- The fireworks tonight started before dusk, with accompanying cat-panic. Still going strong at 11:20 pm.
