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One of the clearest memories I have of 1989 is of seeing sea and shorebirds dying, soaked in oil, in Alaska after the Exxon Valdez oil spill on the nightly news. My family and I have not bought a drop of ExxonMobil gasoline from that day to this; that was unquestionably one of the things that inspired my tree-hugging environmentalist views. Twenty-one years later, the shores of Louisiana are going to look the same very soon. Clearly we've learned fuck-all.


This is one of those very infrequent real life posts. Signs on the road which comprises 75% of my half-hour commute informed me this morning that starting Monday the county will be doing emergency road work on same. The potholes have gotten truly epic over the past five months, particularly in February and March when they were quite literally getting larger daily, so this is good news. Except for the fact that I think I'm going to have to start taking my backup route, which is 295. Yeah, that's not a great backup. I have to work tomorrow morning, and I may try it out then; Saturday traffic is almost nil, so that will establish a best-case baseline.

I went running at night yesterday and it was glorious. Dark, but glorious (and warm). My left hamstring was giving me trouble over the past two weeks, to the point where I actually didn't run for a week in favor of stretching every day, but I stretched before and after last night and felt pretty great. I think I might go again this evening. No I'm not great at moderation.

Speaking of which, I signed up for [community profile] ladiesbigbang. I have only vague ideas of what to write, but that's okay. More importantly I need to get on my Holmes Big Bang story; I'm at ~8050 with the plot clear ahead of me, but I just need to sit down and write the damn thing. I admit the scenes from the (AU)^2 sequel are taking up the requisite space in my brain with more verve at the moment.

Also, I feel like a blogger. I totally just drew up a schedule for my [community profile] three_weeks_for_dw posts. Given that one of them requires me to translate entire poems by Catullus again (because unlike me, most of you didn't spend your childhood in the Latin mines, and you ought to be able to understand the points I'm making about the poetry), this is actually reasonable, I think. Speaking of which...

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Date: 2010-05-01 00:06 (UTC)
naraht: (Default)
From: [personal profile] naraht
I signed up for [community profile] ladiesbigbang too, right at the last minute! *high fives*

Sitting down and writing the damn thing will commence any minute now...

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Date: 2010-05-01 00:14 (UTC)
naraht: (Default)
From: [personal profile] naraht
That's the spirit!

(God, Baedeker's is such a great research source. If I could only find online copies of the Bradshaw railway timetables, I would be all set...)

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Date: 2010-05-01 00:22 (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] naraht
It is. And I think I just found one on Google books. (A Continental one anyway.) Dear God preserve me from historical accuracy...

Here

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Date: 2010-05-01 00:31 (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] naraht
I think Watson would so do that, actually. I can also imagine Holmes ripping it out of his hands impatiently. Holmes probably has it memorized already.