Today's SM meetup was SPECTACULAR. One of the best ones I've had the fortune of hosting. So many mutineers, way too many hilarious stories and deeeelicious food. Combine all that with the absolutely flawless weather and it was the sort of Sunday I always wish for...hope yours was as lovely and restorative, too. :)
The entire album from today is here, via this "guest pass" for you luddites who ain't all web 2.o and shit (read: join flickr). I keed, I keed.
http://www.flickr.com/gp/49503006107@N01/M44C65
The "real" write-up is coming your way tomorrow, er, today. I mean, later today. What THAT means is, it's bedtime for your hostess who's a boastess. :)
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April 2007
2007.04.23
2007.04.17
April 17
Thank you, Sibil, Nina, #25 and Chaitan. I really needed you.
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Four hours of crying on and off = no more kleenex. I don't know Minal, but I can't stop thinking about her. She could have been any of you-- she was the same age as a few of you. She reminded me of some of you. She reminded me of Veena. I think that's why I wrote her obituary, though I want to vomit a little by terming it as such.
I spent most of the day numbly trying to be productive. Yes, monitoring the threads kept me mired in the massacre but i was almost glad for the awareness of it. I want to think of the lost; I want to remember. I want to pay my respects in some tiny way.
It was surreal sometimes; people would walk up and announce inane things to me (issues with parking...annoying developments after a meeting) and part of me would just stare at them in wonder, thinking..."32 people died. Someone was so troubled they caused this. And what will happen to his family...etc". Yes, life goes on. It can't stop for tragedies. But somehow, it feels weird to me that it doesn't.
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I feel like having a meetup. I feel like eating pani puri, in memory of her. I'd think about it more, but I have a ridiculously early meeting, need to go to bed. I need sleep for many reasons. I hate this type of exhaustion, because it only comes at tumultuous, weepy times like this. Tonight, I'm sleeping with my tortoise.
2007.04.16
April 16
I am so upset, so stressed that I am numb. And I have hives. I was at work until midnight (14 hours) and while I knew it would be a long Monday, it was about 4 hours longer than it needed to be because I wrote this, about the horrific tragedy at VT. Commence venting, which I would hope I'm allowed to do because I am among friends here: when you write a post like that, the extra shitty trolls come out to fling their hatred, so you need to monitor it literally every other minute. It's also important to update it, when necessary. This takes a toll.
While everyone was thinking or talking about this nightmare at various points, I was mired in it via covering it and I'm already a uselessly hyper-sensitive, emotional wreck...blogging like that takes all of my weaknesses and has a field day with them. The last time I felt like this, Bombay was devastated by terrorist's bombs. I put so much care and effort in to SM...sometimes, the comments I get are just heartbreaking; I just wish people would assume something other than the worst about me, but that goes for so much more than blogging.
Why do I do slave away at the Mutiny? Because I can't NOT do it. When breaking news happens which is relevant to SM, and I'm the only one free, then it's my fucking responsibility to write it and I take that shit seriously. I'm not complaining, I swear...SM is my baby. It is the absolute manifestation of my heart, it's a labor of passionate love. But it does take a toll. Especially on days like today, which followed last week, when I spent 60+ hours researching/blogging/monitoring the site (before/betwixt/after my 40-hours at work). It's exhausting but I can't just walk away. And that's all I wanted to say. :(
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I know I'm stressed beyond the blog. Hives? Check. Blemish? Check. Sleeplessness? Check. Irritability? Yup. Worthless immune system? Well, I've been sick since LAST monday. Hair falling out in CHUNKS? Check. It's the last sign which gives me pause. I was washing my hair and I just kept pulling and pulling and yes, I know, you lose a certain amount daily, but what fell out was more like what I lose in a week.
2007.04.07
Light of light,
It is time for light and joy.
I am off to the Cathedral for the midnight liturgy, the spectacular fire service which is my favorite of the year. Wish me luck getting a seat-- and a cab back from THAT nabe at 3am.
Christ is Risen!
2007.04.02
2007.04.01
April 1
Whenever someone is visiting DC, I want to make sure they enjoy everything which makes it so unique and loverly. I show off the best of chocolate city, like it's my job to, despite the fact that this is my "third" favorite place (after NYC and SF). This luxe tourguiding is especially easy to do when they are paying (thanks, Ma!). I keed, I keed. Okay maybe I don't. ;)
In my obnoxious opinion, the best brunch I have ever had is available at Harry's Tap Room. Unfortunately for me and the out-of-towner, they were out of their legendary brioche french toast (blasphemy!) but everything else was rather excellent. A bad brunch at Harry's is superior to great brunch everywhere else.
My favorite way to spend Sunday involves reading the paper. Since I'm now a regular at HTR, they let us linger for far longer than we should have, so we could keep perusing the Post. It was a little bit o' bliss, I tell you. :)
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