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I heard about this Feral Houses essay on a Slate podcast and checked it out.  I think some of my friends here will appreciate what these pictures evoke in us.  I love them for the obvious yet still compelling feelings they bring out; fantasy, history, the people who lived there, beauty, nature, time passing...

http://www.sweet-juniper.com/2009/07/feral-houses.html



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Everytime I pass by a guy I work with and glance over, he has a betting website up.  It doesn't concern me, but it amuses me greatly.  Does anyone else see this?  Websurfing is pretty much allowed, we're online all day doing our work and we all check our favorite stuff all day too, but this seems to me to be a bit unprofessional, stupid, careless?  Is it just me?  Is he addicted?  I am fascinated.

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More and more I work on not letting the fear activists get to me.  I'm not afraid. I remind myself to not be afraid.   Don't let the news, people, family, state of economy, etc. make you afraid.  Be sensible, have a plan.  Live your life and don't be afraid.

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The last few weeks I've dreamed about an exboyfriend who was in my life far too long, my fault.  In the dreams, he is an idealized version of the guy I knew.  I haven't figured out what is prompting me to conjure him up.  The dreams are lovely.  I don't think they're accurate.

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I finally went back to yoga class after almost 3 weeks.  I had been doing my own thing at home, but it's not the same.  The only thing that got me through was knowing how I would feel and be, afterwards.  I sweated more than I ever have, probably a combination of not going, the motrin and erythrocin I was taking for my tooth.  Wednesday and last night.  I feel lighter, taller, clearer, cleaner, more pliant.  Good stuff even when it's like slogging through quicksand in 105 degree heat for 90 minutes and then sweating all night.

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I got 3 corrospondances from the Victim Compensation Insurance.  They're reimbursing work for my 5 sick days, that's good, I'll get them back and hope to use them if there's a trial, I don't want to use vacation.  We'll see how that goes. I wonder if I'll even be working there when it all goes down.

They're paying for the shrink.

They're not paying for the car wash/detail I got, saying that a crime scene clean up requires professionals, etc.  I'm going to appeal it.  It happened in the car.  We'll see.  I never get my car detailed.  I'm a $7 drive through car washer, and only in the summer.  (When it's not raining).

I haven't submitted everything.  I'll start on the next round.

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Yay Saturday!!