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Dec. 27th, 2010 10:07 pmI'm back in San Francisco and had a relaxing day cooking, reading fic, and sort of leering in the direction of the mostly-completed filing I left behind last week. It's funny, it was really good to be home for the last few days, and now it's even better to be back home again. (Multiple homes HOW DO YOU WORK.) Curling up and reading in my traditional spot in the stairwell at my parents' house was incredibly comfortable. But then again, so is being back in my own space.
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Today's cooking: pasta with pesto for lunch, vegetable soup for dinner, and the inauguration of my waffle iron's future in cooking things it is not rated for, in the form of waffled oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. This poor waffle iron did NOT know what it was getting into when it came home with me, for I am filled with all the evil plans that waffleizer.com infected me with last summer. (Tomorrow when![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
oliviacirce gets here, I imagine she will make lots of Connor/Geoffrey jokes and then find a way to combine waffles with celery salt in order to achieve the Smallville fluff POWER COMBO. [References: Conflicts of Interest, Omiai])
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Yesterday, I went adventuring to Fort Bragg to meetmeloukhia. I can't even say how exciting it was to confirm that there in fact queer geeky awesome people in relatively close range to home. I am still a bit confused about the fact that we apparently spent four hours together, because it doesn't seem like it was anywhere close to that long. The weather, which started and ended the day violently, cleared up for a few hours in the afternoon, allowing us to poke around the cemetery downtown without getting soaked.
The thing I love the most about cemeteries is the stories they tell. You can wonder through a small plot of land and find out a lot about a community. You find out which families have enough wealth and hubris to build themselves monuments, you find disasters that took down large groups of people. The variety of languages represented on tombstones tells you about histories of people who traveled a long way to live and die in one place. Family plots tell you a lot about the relationships between their denizens, and children's graves even more so.
The thing I found the most fascinating at Rose Memorial was the clusters of markers from people who couldn't afford tombstones. The wooden and corrugated metal and sometimes paper markers are a striking memorial families who cared enough to leave a marker but didn't have the resources to make one that would last in the soggy coastal climate. They drew a fascinating contrast with some of the really garish modern graves, emblazoned with laser-etched representations of hobbies and interests.
Hopefully the next timemeloukhia is down in the Bay Area, there will be Colmafest 2011--I haven't been to Colma since my great grandparents were interred, and there is some excellent grave-viewing to be had there.
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( icon meme, yay! )
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I don't suppose you read Lackadaisy? If so, did you see the Christmas mini-comic from this week? Mordecai! My heart!
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Today's cooking: pasta with pesto for lunch, vegetable soup for dinner, and the inauguration of my waffle iron's future in cooking things it is not rated for, in the form of waffled oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. This poor waffle iron did NOT know what it was getting into when it came home with me, for I am filled with all the evil plans that waffleizer.com infected me with last summer. (Tomorrow when
oliviacirce gets here, I imagine she will make lots of Connor/Geoffrey jokes and then find a way to combine waffles with celery salt in order to achieve the Smallville fluff POWER COMBO. [References: Conflicts of Interest, Omiai])----
Yesterday, I went adventuring to Fort Bragg to meet
meloukhia. I can't even say how exciting it was to confirm that there in fact queer geeky awesome people in relatively close range to home. I am still a bit confused about the fact that we apparently spent four hours together, because it doesn't seem like it was anywhere close to that long. The weather, which started and ended the day violently, cleared up for a few hours in the afternoon, allowing us to poke around the cemetery downtown without getting soaked.The thing I love the most about cemeteries is the stories they tell. You can wonder through a small plot of land and find out a lot about a community. You find out which families have enough wealth and hubris to build themselves monuments, you find disasters that took down large groups of people. The variety of languages represented on tombstones tells you about histories of people who traveled a long way to live and die in one place. Family plots tell you a lot about the relationships between their denizens, and children's graves even more so.
The thing I found the most fascinating at Rose Memorial was the clusters of markers from people who couldn't afford tombstones. The wooden and corrugated metal and sometimes paper markers are a striking memorial families who cared enough to leave a marker but didn't have the resources to make one that would last in the soggy coastal climate. They drew a fascinating contrast with some of the really garish modern graves, emblazoned with laser-etched representations of hobbies and interests.
Hopefully the next time
meloukhia is down in the Bay Area, there will be Colmafest 2011--I haven't been to Colma since my great grandparents were interred, and there is some excellent grave-viewing to be had there.---
( icon meme, yay! )
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I don't suppose you read Lackadaisy? If so, did you see the Christmas mini-comic from this week? Mordecai! My heart!
