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idyll & gadfly Yes, I’m awake. :)

idyll (EYE-dl), noun:
1. A simple descriptive work, either in poetry or prose, dealing with simple, rustic life; pastoral scenes; and the like.

2. A narrative poem treating an epic, romantic, or tragic theme.

3. A lighthearted carefree episode or experience.

4. A romantic interlude.

Idyll ultimately derives from Greek eidullion, “a short descriptive poem (usually on pastoral subjects); an idyll,” from eidos, “that which is seen; form; shape; figure.” The adjective form is idyllic.

gadfly (GAD-fly) noun

1. One who persistently annoys.

2. Any of the various types of flies that bite livestock.

[From gad (a goad for cattle), from Middle English, from Old Norse gaddr.]

sickness getting worse
called doc and was told to go to the ER for a chest X-ray

2001/10/23 15:04:16 – arrived at emergency room, filled out paperwork, mentioned bloody, opaque phlegm, difficulty breathing, cough etc, and sat here for 45 min.

about 8 people ahead of me, most not looking terribly severe, save for an older lady with a damaged hand. Some sort of cut, 2 fingers immobilized in bloody gauze. Also here are a few drunks (or stoned?) good mix of ages… ER is filling up now. Estimated count at maybe 30ish people. Cute kids playing quietly near a mom who stepped on a bit of glass. I’m alternating between reading the onion and writing character sketches on the palm. (I picked the wrong day to leave lappie at home! Craving AOK scripting or a keyboard to write on.) tagged 15:49:50 then returned to waiting. A doppelganger of gina moog just came in, clenching her jaw… I wonder what’s hurting… I hate the ER, so much pain here…limping, moaning, hurt. I wish my doc had an x-ray in his office. Lots of folks in need of repair. The girl next to me was regaling earlier about burning urine. (I can be approachable at times, after all!) I hope that I get out of here and home before sundown… So tired. It’s now 16:20:10 maybe 5 people here now, many more serious injuries got priority over mine, understandably so. 17:50:30…still sitting here. Severe headache from coughing, making me a little fidgety, hard to make myself comfortable. Met the RN 18:06:21 and am now in a room awaiting some radiation… They took even more info about me, I’m embarrassed to say that I didn’t know some of the answers (Like the last time I had pneumonia.) taken to the rad-room at 18:41:28 was finally photogged at 18:54:16. While waiting, I met a nice little boy who is going to have a heart series done. His name’s Marcus, and is a total sweetie. He’s 7, and has had 2 heart attacks already. Now back in room 1 again, playing the waiting game. Got a prescription for antibiotics and bed rest. Released and waiting for cab at 19:20:17 on my 3rd pharmacy, none take my new insurance. I’ve given up on them, paying cash for meds instead. Now stuck here for an estimated 45 minutes. It’s now 20:04:53 home at 20:47:10

I’m a little perturbed with my chatty proggies lately. I wonder if it means all of their servers are getting too big.

AIM – been pretty good, lately. falls down now and then, but gets right back up again.

Yahoo – Weird stuff. folks visible to others but not me, or vice versa. (makes creating a nice group chat testy)

ICQ – the most pesky offender. I was sending messages back and forth to my sweetheart yesterday, when they suddenly stopped. it turns out we kept sending, but neither of us were receiving! not even in our history, just one ways. I did, however see when she logged off to drive home.

I’ve grown very dependant on gabbing with my sweetheart during the day. Pesky when our ‘telephone’ is spotty, but I guess I can’t complain too much… it’s free to use.

Thank goodness for e-mail. ๐Ÿ™‚

Well, I’m done. Time to call in a pro.

I’m going to call for an appointment at the doctor’s tomorrow before work. I need something stronger than tea and ‘tussin to fight whatever is ailing me. I suspect walking pneumonia. (I’ve had it before, and it’s not bad, just irritating – I have a hacking cough, chills, headache, fatigue, muscle aches and fever.)

In other news, Newtie *loves* the Alaska key chain that sent me. ๐Ÿ™‚ I think the metal ring reminds him of milk rings, and it rattles in a lovely way, so he’s been running around the house with it this morning (we’ve been playing fetch) , and leaving it on my pillow as tribute for when I get home at night. He must smell the polar bears on it. (Fortunately he hasn’t hid it in the litter box yet, like he is sometimes prone to do with army men.)

last but not least, the sheepo say –

I AM 36% GOTH.

Goth ny night, normal by day. Deep in my heart I know I am evil, but not on the company’s time. I do need to eat.

Take the GOTH Test at Fuali.com!

It’s because I go to ren-fests, I think… I’m *very* skeptical of these results.

embonpoint & testudinate

embonpoint (ahn-bohn-PWAN), noun:
Plumpness of person; stoutness.

Embonpoint is from French, literally “in good condition” (en, “in” + bon, “good” + point, “situation, condition”).

testudinate (te-STOOD-in-ayt) adjective, also testudinal or testudinarian

1. Slow-moving, like a turtle.

2. Curved like the carapace (shell) of a turtle; vaulted.

noun

A turtle.

[From Late Latin testudinatus, from Latin testudo (tortoise).]

Newt’s embonpoint varies by the season, more in winter than summer, due more to genetics than any testudinate workouts when it’s cold. ๐Ÿ™‚

I love Halloween! Mexico has the right idea!

mexican skull
monarch butterflies
Every autumn, Monarch Butterflies, which have summered up north in the United States and Canada, return to Mexico for the winter protection of the oyamel fir trees. The locale inhabitants welcome back the returning butterflies, which they believe bear the spirits of their departed. The spirits to be honored during Los Dias de los Muertos.

Los Dias de los Muertos, the Days of the Dead, is a traditional Mexico holiday honoring the dead. It’s celebrated every year at the same time as Halloween and the Christian holy days of All Saints Day and All Souls Day (November 1st and 2nd). Los Dias de los Muertos is not a sad time, but instead a time of remembering and rejoicing.

The townspeople dress up as ghouls, ghosts, mummies and skeletons and parade through the town carrying an open coffin. The “corpse” within smiles as it is carried through the narrow streets of town. The local vendors toss oranges inside as the procession makes its way past their markets. Lucky “corpses” can also catch flowers, fruits, and candies.

In the homes families arrange ofrenda’s or “altars” with flowers, bread, fruit and candy. Pictures of the deceased family members are added. In the late afternoon special all night burning candles are lit – it is time to remember the departed – the old ones, their parents and grandparents.

The next day the families travel to the cemetery. They arrive with hoes, picks and shovels. They also carry flowers, candles, blankets, and picnic baskets. They have come to clean the graves of their loved ones. The grave sites are weeded and the dirt raked smooth. The Crypts are scrubbed and swept. Colorful flowers, bread, fruit and candles are placed on the graves. Some bring guitars and radios to listen to. The families will spend the entire night in the cemeteries.

Skeletons and skulls are found everywhere. Chocolate skulls, marzipan coffins, and white chocolate skeletons. Special loaves of bread are baked, called pan de muertos, and decorated with “bones.


Cervesa!
Handmade skeleton figurines, called calacas, are especially popular. Calacas usually show an active and joyful afterlife. Figures of musicians, generals on horseback, even skeletal brides, in their white bridal gowns marching down the aisles with their bony grooms.

The celebration of Los Dias de los Muertos, like the customs of Halloween, evolved with the influences of the Celtics, the Romans, and the Christian holy days of All Saints Day and All Souls Day, but with added influences from the Aztec people of Mexico.

The Aztecs believed in an afterlife where the spirits of their dead would return as hummingbirds and butterflies. Even images carved in the ancient Aztec monuments show this belief – the linking the spirits of the dead and the Monarch butterfly.

painted desert, halloween, and spiderman.

One year ago tonight, I was sharing thoughts with my beloved of the painted desert… These days, I have a split desire. one side of me wishes to keep her with me, all to myself, and just orbit off into bliss with her. The other half wants to take her around with my hippie buddies, especially Cathi, Dave and Leisa, where we can just goof around and have a big group good time. I want to carve a gourd with all my sweetie and other pals… I don’t know if I’m going to have a pumpkin head on my stoop this year or not. If this cold keeps up, I may just blow off trick or treating again this year.

This coming Sunday, I have to take my bro to Mom’s for her birthday (it’s actually on Nov 1). Got her a nice hibiscus plant, and a gushy card… but I really don’t want to spend much time there. I can be nice and diplomatic for a bit, but I would just as soon keep it to 3 hours or less.

Remembering my first spook house as a little boy… I was probably five or six, and we went to one held at a hospital (I think was… I was little, remember).

I wasn’t afraid of the bloody doctor, or the witch with the cauldron… but a guy in a Spiderman costume grabbed my little brother, and ran off with him… I *freaked*. I went after him, and punched him as hard as my little kid-fists would let me. (not too hard, I guess.) My mother and grandma pried me off of him, but I would have no more of that place… I was pissed, and afraid. Later, I got mad because someone used Spidey’s costume in vain! (Still like ol’ Peter Parker, after all these years.)

I think that’s my first memory of an adrenaline rush.