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Monday, March 7th, 2011
9:29 pm - The Value of a Strong Liberal Arts Education
Subbing Music History at the last minute today, I delivered a two-hour extemporaneous lecture on how the emergence of the Renaissance from the aftermath of the Crisis of the Fourteenth Century influenced the development of music as we know it, and how that era parallels the dawn of the Information Age.

Then I went and got back in my taxi.

current mood: Underutilized

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Tuesday, December 14th, 2010
3:59 pm - Deep Thoughts
Watching Nanna'Lan with Margot while we put away laundry makes me wonder if Rule 34 applies to Nanna and Mr Wooga. I'm going to leave that unknown.

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Monday, March 29th, 2010
11:52 am - Dreams
I've posted about my somnocioncious life-tivo before, last night had some crazy vivid dreams about college drumline rehearsals, now 14 years since I last shouldered a set of tenor-drums. It brings to mind Ronald Regan's recurring dreams of his youthful lifeguarding well into his 70's. There are old friends with whom I've long lost touch who make semi-regular appearances on JHL:After Hours. The occasional visits from people who have passed away are always a bit of a trip as well. "What dreams may come?" Mine, apparently.

Every once in a great while I'll have a dream I remember perfectly, and then it comes true. For better or worse my prophesies have thus far been of no particular consequence. We're talking "This comic shop will be replaced by a carpet store, with rolls over there and swatches racked up on that side." (actual example) level of banality. One is reminded of when Christopher Walken parodied The Dead Zone on SNL: "You will have... a Tuna Sandwich."

I suppose that's for the best.

current mood: Reflective

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Monday, February 15th, 2010
7:50 am - Random folks.
I had a weird experience last week whereby four different people I never see popped up at random. Two were your average "Oh Hi, good to see you." type moments. One was somebody I'd lost track of 15 years ago and had tried in vain to find a few times. One was my second-oldest friend whom I usually see only at holiday get-togethers calling me out of the blue to have lunch.

Perhaps this is good karma from calling my uncle last week? Who knows? I'll take it.

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Saturday, September 5th, 2009
9:37 pm - First pickle

First pickle
Originally uploaded by wendylaufersweiler
This is both the saltiest and sourest thing she has ever eaten, and it is good.

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Friday, July 17th, 2009
5:37 pm - Going to Sonic Youth.
I'll be the guy in the straw hat.

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Saturday, June 20th, 2009
5:26 pm - Iran
"Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable."

John F. Kennedy, In a speech at the White House, 1962

current mood: Awe

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Tuesday, May 26th, 2009
9:43 am - Random Bits
Margot has her first tooth. Even teething, she's not inordinately fussy. Best baby ever. In addition to plucking (and licking and chewing) on the ukulele, she now bangs on pots with (and licks, and chews on) drum-sticks. I'll never pressure the girl, but planting seeds is fun.

Went to the orthopedist for the first time in 18 months. Good news: I'm not getting any worse until I'm old. Bad news: I'm not getting any better either. Chronic pain and limited flexibility are my future. I had flashbacks during the x-rays and cried in the car after the appointment. Just the same, still beats dead or paralyzed.

Work moved to a new office. I now have a view of a fountain that makes a rainbow every sunny afternoon. Nice.

My ex-wife pitched when she discovered that her father had friended me on facebook. Despite her pressure, my former-father-in-law has thusfar refused to end our casual correspondence. It's nice to have my non-asshole status affirmed.

Summer fun: Rib-America (over-priced, but fun) this past weekend, Work trip to the horse-races this weekend, next weekend in TN with W's family, boys weekend in the country in late June, July 4 in OH with mine. Perhaps a weekend in Chicago or KC late July or August might round things out. Hmm.

One of our cats died suddenly, Odessa. She was not young, but not ancient either. I won't miss her peeing on my stuff, but I will miss everything else about her presence in our lives.

I got my bike out and rode to the new office and back on Saturday. ~30 minutes each way. Time to start commuting again. I want to get back down to 210 or so and be healthy enough to keep up when my daughter gets more mobile.

Overall life is good.

current mood: calm

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Thursday, February 19th, 2009
9:11 pm - Adulthood is when...
...you take your parent to the hospital, and have to agitate the staff to have him treated.

My Dad and I both had a nasty stomach flu this past week. In my case, I had a couple rough days and then started recovering. In his 30 years older case, he hurt his esophageal sphincter while violently retching, and got worse to the point that after days of vomiting and diarrhea he was so dehydrated that his kidneys were failing and his potassium was creeping down to levels where they didn't want him walking around on his own for fear of a heart episode. !!!

We found all that out after he'd been sitting in a waiting room for three hours. They immediately put an IV bag and 6 KCL pills into him, and ran some more tests before sending us upstairs to an actual room rather than the ER. We then gave more info, and waited since they couldn't give him another IV without an MD consult. We waited some more, all the while staring at the tapped out IV. More waiting, then a tech comes in and sure enough his BP has dropped compared to when we came upstairs, so she put him on O2. At this point, we've been waiting for three hours for the second time, he's still dangerously dehydrated and we're NOT GIVING HIM ANY MORE FLUIDS. (I didn't actually shout that, but I got the point across.)

The tech finds the nurse, the nurse cant do anything without a go ahead from the still unseen Doc, but she gets him on the phone and he authorizes saline+more potassium. My work done for the night, I head home, have dinner with the wife, play with the baby, write this, and go to bed.

current mood: tired

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Friday, January 30th, 2009
10:32 am - Road Hazzard

That's one hell of a rough commute.

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Thursday, January 22nd, 2009
3:38 pm - Room 101 Closed!
President Obama wrote:
"From this day forward, unless the Attorney General with appropriate consultation provides further guidance, officers, employees, and other agents of the United States Government may, in conducting interrogations, act in reliance upon Army Field Manual 2 22.3, but may not, in conducting interrogations, rely upon any interpretation of the law governing interrogation -- including interpretations of Federal criminal laws, the Convention Against Torture, Common Article 3, Army Field Manual 2 22.3, and its predecessor document, Army Field Manual 34 52 issued by the Department of Justice between September 11, 2001, and January 20, 2009."

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Thursday, January 15th, 2009
6:45 am - Double RIP :(
It's hardly tragic when an octogenarian passes after a full and happy life. Just the same, I liked the world a little more with these guys still in it. Be seeing you.

Ricardo Montalban, at 88:
MONTALBAN:They found a leather that was very durable, very pliable and very durable, so Corinthean!
LETTERMAN:But does it mean anything?
KHAN (after Mehlville):To the last, I will grapple with thee... from Hell's heart, I stab at thee! For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee!
NEMOY:I'm here to tell you: It most defintely wasn't [a fake breasplate]! Those were Montalban's enviable pecs.

Patrick McGoohan, at 80:
"Nobody has a name, everyone wears a number. It's a reflection of the pressure on all of us today to be numbered, to give up our individualism. This is a contemporary subject, not science fiction. I hope these things will be recognized by the audience. It's not meant to be subtle. It's meant to say: This little village is our world."

"Mel [Gibson] will always be Mad Max, and me, I will always be a number."

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Wednesday, December 3rd, 2008
3:25 pm - Heeeere's Margot!

Repose 1
Originally uploaded by Laminator_X
We're all home from the hospital and doing well. Anything I try to write feels almost trite compared to the experience, so I'll just say it with photos. I'll probably write more once things process more.

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Monday, December 1st, 2008
6:12 pm - Sooo, I'm a father.
I am pleased to announce that at 3:14AM my wife Wendy gave birth to our first child, Margot Elaine. Little Margot is 9lbs 3oz, has my hair and her mother's eyes. Delivery went fairly smoothly, and both mother and daughter are doing well. Cute pics and such to follow as time permits. Right now there is much sleeping.

current mood: enthralled

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Saturday, November 8th, 2008
9:45 am - My other choice was "006 Special Computer Methods"

Jonathan's Dewey Decimal Section:

176 Ethics of sex & reproduction

Jonathan = 05410814 = 054+108+14 = 176

100 Philosophy & Psychology

Books on metaphysics, logic, ethics and philosophy.

What it says about you:
You're a careful thinker, but your life can be complicated and hard for others to understand at times. You try to explain things and strive to express yourself.

Find your Dewey Decimal Section at Spacefem.com

Yeah, that's right.

current mood: amused

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Tuesday, November 4th, 2008
11:37 pm
For a change, we will have the leader we need rather than the leader we deserve.

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Tuesday, September 2nd, 2008
7:50 am - Freedom of the Press
The police in Minnesota arrested Amy Goodman of Democracy Now yesterday and chargerd her first with "conspiracy to riot" and then obstruction. She was there covering the specific effort by police to target independant journalists and protest observers in the days before the convention, especially the videographers who contributed to over 400 cases where video evidence contradicted sworn police testimony against demonstrators after the NYC convention in '04.

Ms. Goodman is one of my personal heroines, and the concept of such a dedicated advocate of non-violence "conspiring to riot" is ludicrous. As for the athorities wishing to intimidate and suppress dissent among the media, they will find that Amy has been roughed up by professionals before, and has little to fear from St. Paul-grade thuggery:

From The Exception To The Rulers, by Amy Goodman

The troops marched slowly up the road, their U.S.-made M-16s in the ready position. It was November 12, 1991, a day that would forever be seared into my memory, and into history. I was in Dili, the capital of East Timor, a small island nation 300 miles north of Australia. East Timor had been brutally occupied by Indonesian troops for sixteen years, since they invaded in 1975. The Indonesian military had sealed off East Timor from the outside world and turned it into their private killing field. A third of the population -- 200,000 Timorese -- had died. It was one of the worst genocides of the late twentieth century.

I had just attended mass at the main church in Dili with Allan Nairn, journalist and activist, then writing for The New Yorker magazine. After the service, thousands marched toward the Santa Cruz cemetery to remember Sebastian Gomes, yet another young man killed by Indonesian soldiers. The people came from all over: workplaces, homes, villages, and farms. They traveled through a geography of pain: In almost every other building, Timorese had been held or tortured, disappeared or killed. Whether it was a police station or a military barracks, a hotel or an officer's house, no place was beyond reach of the terror. Not even the church was safe. It was about 8 a.m. when we reached the cemetery.

We had asked people along the way: "Why are you marching? Why are you risking your lives to do this?"

"I'm doing it for my mother," one replied. "I'm doing it for my father," said another. "I'm doing it for freedom."...

...A group of soldiers surrounded me. They started to shake my microphone in my face as if to say, This is what we don't want. Then they slammed me to the ground with their rifle butts and started to kick me with their boots. I gasped for breath. Allan threw himself on top of me to protect me from further injury.

The soldiers wielded their M-16s like baseball bats. They slammed them against Allan's head until they fractured his skull. For a moment, Allan lay in the road in spasm, covered in blood, unable to move. Suddenly, about a dozen soldiers lined up like a firing squad. They put the guns to our heads and screamed, "Politik! Politik!" They were accusing us of being involved in politics, a crime clearly punishable by death. They also demanded, "Australia? Australia?"...

...as Allan and I lay on the ground surrounded by Indonesian soldiers, we shouted, "No, we're from America!" They had stripped us of our possessions, but I still had my passport. I threw it at them. When I regained my breath, I said again, "We're from America! America!"

Finally, the soldiers lowered their guns from our heads. We think it was because we were from the same country their weapons were from. They would have to pay a price for killing us that they never had to pay for killing Timorese.

At least 271 Timorese died that day, in what became known as the Santa Cruz massacre. Indonesian troops went on killing for days. It was not even one of the larger massacres in East Timor, and it wouldn't be the last. It was simply the first to be witnessed by outsiders...

When I got to meet Amy at the National Conference on Media Reform a couple years ago, all I could say was "Thank you."

current mood: nauseated

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Thursday, May 1st, 2008
6:47 am - I am the Sun, I am the Air
Or someone's son and heir anyway.

You are The Sun

Happiness, Content, Joy.

The meanings for the Sun are fairly simple and consistent.

Young, healthy, new, fresh. The brain is working, things that were muddled come clear, everything falls into place, and everything seems to go your way.

The Sun is ruled by the Sun, of course. This is the light that comes after the long dark night, Apollo to the Moon's Diana. A positive card, it promises you your day in the sun. Glory, gain, triumph, pleasure, truth, success. As the moon symbolized inspiration from the unconscious, from dreams, this card symbolizes discoveries made fully consciousness and wide awake. You have an understanding and enjoyment of science and math, beautifully constructed music, carefully reasoned philosophy. It is a card of intellect, clarity of mind, and feelings of youthful energy.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

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Sunday, April 13th, 2008
9:38 pm - Married!

Originally uploaded by Laminator_X
We did it! We ran off to New Orleans last week and had our knot tied. See weneh's journal for pic-by-pic events and so forth. Apart from the whole marriage thing, I really enjoyed getting to introduce her to my state-away-from-home, plantation, family, etc.

I'll spare my readers hearing me gush about how wonderful the new Mrs. is. (Feel free to browse the back issues if you want some of that. She is , in fact, awesome.) Suffice to say, that things are going great, and there only getting better.

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Tuesday, January 29th, 2008
2:10 am - Soooo, 5 months went by....
weneh and I have been officially engaged for a few months now, and plan to wed in late spring once I get some vacation time. That couldn't be better, really.

I can mostly walk, to the point that a casual observer wouldn't notice anything wrong on level ground. That's certainly a good thing.

X-mas was the best in years, filled with friends new and old and a half ton of joy. Since W. bought a used Camry, I got her old Civic as a hand me down and gave my Dad (who was carjacked in July) my older-yet mini-van as a X-mas gift. That was cool.

I've been working at my current job since mid September, and it's great. It's a combination of training, technical support, technical writing, and data-analysis for a small but rapidly growing telephony company. When I see a broken business process, I get to fix it, and then get praised for doing so. That's good for my morale, I must say.

I wouldn't say that I'm "over" all the turmoil, chaos, betrayal, and traumas that hit me last year. I still have pains, anger, loss, and so on. I get sometimes get odd semi-flashbacks when I watch doctor shows and the like where people break limbs. After more than a year I still sometimes awaken in a rage after a dream about my old band. There's a sadness that comes upon me at times, in spite of everything that is so good in my life.

I bought W. a ukulele as a just-because present and we've been having fun playing songs together as she learns it. We sit together with me on the mandolin and find chord charts to easy songs on the laptop. Life is good.

current mood: thoughtful

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