meg

Коммунисты: в краевой столице выборы проходят гладко




Об этом заявил Вячеслав Потапов, член городской избирательной комиссии от этой партии.

Он основывается на личных наблюдениях и информации, поступающей от однопартийцев.
Вячеслав Потапов, член городской избирательной комиссии от КПРФ:

- В настоящее время обстановка на избирательных участках в Краснодаре, как никогда, спокойная, если оценивать ситуацию с утра и до настоящего времени. Выборы проходят в штатном режиме. Тем не менее, это не исключает попыток нагнетать обстановку со стороны некоторых политических сил, которые забрасывают бессмысленными жалобами крайизбирком.

В частности, речь идет о… горшках с цветами. Якобы их много и они не так стоят. Подобные замечания касаются участков, расположенных в школах.

- На участках ведется видеосъемка, то есть все происходящее там фиксируется и в дальнейшем записи можно будет детально проанализировать, - заметил Вячеслав Потапов.

Он добавил, что опасения по поводу новых изменений законодательства - по работе журналистов – не подтвердились. Все проходит гладко. Представители СМИ аккредитованы.

Явка, по словам собеседника, средняя. В большей степени это «заслуга» погоды. Но до закрытия избирательных участков времени еще достаточно.
- Поэтому, уверен, многие горожане еще воспользуются своим избирательным правом и проголосуют, - подытожил Потапов.

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buttercup

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Obviously, I need to get better at updating.

I saw the most wonderful form of justice today as I was heading in to work. I'm minding my own business, cruising down Telegraph in the late rush-hour traffic, going my usual 5-over, (...thanks again, Livonia's Finest), and watching the crazy people doing 65 only to get caught at the *very next light*. Every time. Hilarity ensued.

So I'm stopped at a red, and it was one of the minor red lights you get before a major road (at 7 Mile, this was). Dude in an old battered maroon Taurus (chunky guy, blond ponytail, ultimate gamer-loser stereotype in action), probably late for work or whatnot, and pulls up in a rolling stop, hesitates, and keeps moving. If he were walking, this would be a nonchalant saunter--through a red light. Of course, he just gets caught again with me at the light at Grand River (which he doesn't roll through) and peels off again when it turns green.

I roll my eyes and continue on my merry way. As I pass 6 mile, the traffic in front of me slows a bit, giving me a glimpse of those shiny old police lights. As I pass the officer making the traffic stop, I see it's my friend in the Taurus. Ah, sweet justice...(stupid Livonia).

The only more-justified traffic stop I've seen is when I was backed up by an accident, down to one lane on M-14 a few months ago. Two SUVs decided that they were too important, and passed everyone on the left shoulder. As I cleared the jam, I saw the two of them pulled over on the right shoulder for driving in whatever illegal manner the officer decided to charge them with. I only wish this happened more often!

I'm taking a half-day tomorrow, so maybe I'll also take the time to post a *real* update of what's been going on with me. Granted, it's not terribly exciting, and all three of you who read this (blacktigr, pelvicqueen, and Baby Sister--well, I work with one, live with the second, and share blood with the third, so it's not as if you all don't know what's up anyhow.

Well...back to work!
hobbes

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So, watching the San Antonio-Dallas game with dad, the following occurred:

Announcer: "...and here's Devon Harris, coming into the game."
Me: "I know that name...Dad, who did Harris play for in college?"
Dad: "Wisconsin."
Me: "Right! And this is what, his second year...?"

...etc. What all this made me wonder has to do with the fairly incredible and encyclopedic knowledge that many guys (at least, those I tend to spend time with) have about the various sports. My dad knew the school the guy went to, and even if he'd been in the league more than a year or two, he would have known. So would Ryan.

Now, this guy was Big Ten, so it's not that surprising. However, to get to the point (...too late!), I wonder if there's something natural for guys, or whether it gets sort of bred into them as they grow up, that allows them to remember these sort of things. Granted, I can look back at certain events and remember what dress I wore or the jewelry I had on, and I guess that's a different sort of knowledge.

I watch lots of sports, and while I don't exactly read the sports page cover to cover, I do keep up with most of the major ones. But I feel like I'd never be able to achieve the level of comfort my dad, boyfriend, and brother have with the names, numbers, schools and teams!

Thoughts on this? Is there some cognitive reason guys remember this stuff so (seemingly) effortlessly? Do they just spend more time on it than gals do? Interesting question, like I said.
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hobbes

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Ah, the update. In passing, I will warn you that I absolutely hate the new keyboard I had to buy (...thanks, old and chummy keyboard. Bite me, CompUSA special), and so I hereby absolve myself of any future committed and uncaught spelling errors due to the sticky nature of the damned thing. Fucker.

All in all, things are going pretty well for me. I know I haven't done a lot of updating, but then again I haven't had a lot of time to myself in, oh, the past 8 months. Things with Ryan are well, I have a good job, I'm moving out with Holly soon, and so on.

Even so, I've been feeling a little....well, blah. I am plagued by a back that has, if not outright pain, an unfair share of stiffness and discomfort, and as much as I'd like to submit myself to expensive medical tests to see if I can discover what's causing it...well, I can think of other things to spend 1K on.

I wish I could figure out what it is I'd need to do to get myself feeling freer. Sometimes I think I've taken on so much that, while I enjoy every minute of it, I'm somehow losing myself to it. I keep finding myself being grouchy, logy, and in other unfortunate mental states. Even as I type now I wonder if I'm somehow depressed, but I don't see how that could be. I'm happy, just...not comfortable.

Perhaps when I move out to Farmington things will get better. Obviously, my routine will change, and I hope it's more stimulating than what I've been living with. Not that I don't love Mom and Dad, and not that I'm ungrateful of all they've done for me, but sometimes I wonder if I've not just gotten too Grown Up to be here anymore. I suppose I'll find out soon.

I really don't have any worries, problems, or complaints about my relationship with Ryan. I like the work I do, and I don't even have to worry about classes again until September (which, from May, seems a glorious long time).

So, what am I missing?

Hmm...more later, I suppose. Time to ruminate on this. Maybe I'll go for a long drive, make a music mix, even try to write. It's so easy to lose myself in the TV, or (yes) in a book. I've always been a bit of a snob because I enjoy reading so much more than watching TV, but isn't it essentially the same process using slightly different mental muscles? Out, damned spring funk!
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piglet

good weekend

So, my to-do list at work is piling up, and...I'm going to post an update!

No, really, I should be able to knock most of this stuff out before I leave at 5 today. It's such a wonderful feeling to know that, once work is done for the day, I'll be--GASP!--going home.

Once I go home, I'm going to drag out my brand-spankin'-new Gazelle exercise machine. The thing is pretty sweet. I might have to Bridget Jones it and record poundage and alcohol consumption...

We had a lovely Mothers' Day yesterday. I spent the morning trudging around with Dad and getting gifts, flowers and groceries, and then we puttered in the kitchen for the rest of the day and produced a reasonably tasty meal for everyone. Then Gran and Dad started arguing politics, and I opened another beer, and...well, those of you who were there, you know. The rest of you? You don't want to.

Anyhow, I should probably get to work over here, and try to post a better update later. There's more stuff from the weekend, but I'll try to put it into better story form.
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doom

thanks for that during work...

ah, pelvicqueen. if you can make me do stuff like this while at work, what's gonna happen come july?


Senior Year Survey
YEAR: 1998-99

1. WHO WAS YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Jessica Santos, Colleen Mason, Keron Krol, a few others.

2. WHAT SPORTS DID YOU PLAY?
nothing senior year

3. WHAT KIND OF CAR DID YOU DRIVE?
car? i didn't have a car then. (dammit).

4. DID YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND?
Jeff Novak, then I dumped him for Brandon Paris (...)

5. WERE YOU A PARTY ANIMAL?
I think I snuck out of the house once that year, and drank like a quarter of a wine cooler at Andrew's house, watched South Park, and then snuck back in.

6. WHAT CLUBS DID YOU BELONG TO?
NHS, Theater...um...German...um...??

7. DID YOU SKIP SCHOOL/CLASS?
Not exactly, but I did have an independent study that I never technically completed, so I got plenty of free time. Plus I was the editor for the literary arts journally-thing, so I got out of class often for that as well.

8. WERE YOU AN HONOR STUDENT?
yep

9. DID YOU GET SUSPENDED/EXPELLED?
I think I only had 2 detentions in the whole 4 years, and neither of them was that year.

10. CAN YOU SING THE ALMA MATER?
Not anymore. (Thanks, Father K.)

11. WHO WAS YOUR FAVORITE TEACHER?
Probably Mr. Dawson, although Birch and Monea were also fun.

12. FAVORITE CLASS(ES)?
I don't even remember what I took that year except for AP senior classes. Oh, and Psychology.

13. SCHOOLS FULL NAME?
Dearborn Divine Child High School

14. SCHOOL MASCOT?
Freddie Falcon. We 'kidnapped' him for a video team gag for Halloween, either that year or the year before. That was fun times.

15. DID YOU GO TO THE PROM?
Yes, with Brandon, but I had been 'unfriended' and 'dis-invited' to the after-prom parties, so I ended up going home, watching 'Ever After' and crying myself to sleep. Fuck prom.

16. WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER MOST ABOUT GRADUATION?
I remember all the girls crying, and all I wanted to do was get the hell out of there. I remember thinking it was darkly ironic in a teen-angsty way.

17. FAVORITE MEMORY OF YOUR SENIOR YEAR?
I had a lot of fun doing the literary publication. Also, we had the crazy block-scheduling thing that year. Oh, and I was AD for 'Skin of Our Teeth' and that was good times, despite my not really 'meshing well' with the other theater kids.

18. WHICH CREW DID YOU SIT WITH AT LUNCH?
I honestly can't remember. Our lunches were screwed up that year, and I don't think we always went with the same people.

19. WHAT RUMOR ABOUT YOU SURFACED DURING YOUR SENIOR YEAR?
It's probably a mercy that I don't know.

20. WHAT WAS YOUR CURFEW?
I don't think the word 'curfew' ever came into play. Just painful and prolonged death if I broke the rules. (Not really. But I had to be in by perhaps 11-12 at night, and I didn't go out much on school nights).

21. WHO HAD YOUR EYE THE MOST DURING YOUR SENIOR YEAR?
Whoever I was dating. I always had crushes on the cuter boys too, but considered them out of my league.

22. WHO WAS YOUR WORST ENEMY DURING YOUR SENIOR YEAR?
Oh, Missy Willman. I think it was pretty mutual, too, although there was probably no good reason, but we did a good job hating one another for 4 years. I wonder if I'd like her now, or if she still holds some grudge, or if she's totally forgotten she ever knew me...

23. DID YOU HAVE A JOB DURING YOUR SENIOR YEAR?
I think I worked some at the banquet room at the golf course.

24. WHAT DID YOU SPEND THE MOST MONEY ON DURING YOUR SENIOR YEAR?
hee. I had no money. probably movies and food, if I had any.

25. WHAT KIND OF SCHEDULE DID YOUR SCHOOL OPERATE ON?
We had that block-scheduling shit to deal with, but...
We had a day from perhaps just before 8 to 2:30. Fridays we got out at 1:20, however, and that was awesome. We had 8 periods, and 3 of them were lunch periods (4,5,6), so you had a good chance of eating either at 10:15 or at 1:30...

26. WHAT WAS YOUR FINAL GRADE POINT AVERAGE?
Beats me. Maybe a 3.6?

27. WHAT WAS YOUR FINAL CLASS RANK?
Hell if I know. Not bad, I think.

28. WHAT WAS YOUR ACT/SAT SCORE?
I tood the ACT twice, got a 29 the first time and a 31 the second. (Fuck you, Michigan engineering).

29. HOW WAS YOUR SCHOOLS ATHLETIC PROGRAM?
About as good as you'd expect from a middling-sized catholic school...

30. IF YOU COULD GO BACK AND DO IT OVER, WOULD YOU?
Fuck no. I hated high school. I suppose if I could go back knowing what I do now, I might enjoy it, but...no, probably not.
piglet

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Wow, I'm busy.

There are so many things going on that a list would kill everyone's friend page. However, let it suffice to say that I'm doing well. I'm still planning to move in July--I'm even managing to save money. The car is paid off, so are the credit cards, and if I want something nice, I might even have some extra money to buy it! (Case in point: my brand-new sheets, down comforter, and pillows, which are casting shadows in the corner of my eye and just beckoning me to come and lie down already, since it's after 11.

So: money is good. Work is good. School is good. Ryan is amazing and good.

I wish I could write more interesting updates. I spend basically all day on the computer, but while I'm at the LL office I feel that I shouldn't be writing in my personal journal, even if no one would care if I did.

I'm finally starting to feel, however, that I am Getting It Together. For the first time in over 5 years, I have no bad debt (the student loan is good debt, and it's not that much to begin with). I've got a great boyfriend who's put up with me for 2 whole years and might even decide to put up with me permanently. I get to see my family all the time; I'm going to have my M.A. in a year's time, and I have a good job for the next year to get me through. Sure, a certain someone with the initials M.N. is possibly going to drive me right up the wall and off the roof of Pray-Harrold, but them's the breaks.

Granted, these moments when I feel like I have everything under control usually precede an episode of crash-and-burn. I mean, yeah, I'm higher (better off) than I've ever been, but the harder they fall and all.

However, I'm not going to worry about it. I'm pretty damned happy, summer's coming, and I'm going to spend lots of time doing things I want to be doing. Happy blue ideas are all I'm thinking tonight. Wheeee!
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meg

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holy cow it's almost april.

granted, i'm glad to have the near-60 degree weather which only seems to promise warm and summery things.

but where is the time going? and why am i getting my ass kicked in classes this semester?

i have to keep my head down for the next couple weeks.

Oh! If anyone's willing, my final project for discourse is going to be an analysis of IM messaging and how it departs from conversational conventions. So, if anyone wants to log their chats, please send them to me no later than 2 weeks from Friday, and I'll include them in my corpus for analyzation.

More updates soon, but I'm working from home today and need to get a few more things done so I can relax later on!