Hello to new readers sihaya09 and tbncirce!
The snot goblins have migrated almost completely to my throat and chest. Just got up, so I don't know yet how weak and shaky I feel, whether it's just my sleeping pills saying "Eh, wot?" or I'm still icky. Feet and ankles, noit happy, as usual.
...but I've had less overall pain since I started the Celebrex.
Now I just have to get Prior Approval on it. The same process that took months with Lyrica. Only when something works do they pull this crap. Insurance company executives are going to the special hell. Yes, the same one as people who talk at the theater.
Thanks to auryn29a and "feather" (joyfulfeather? but you were the one who won the Wearable Sculpture bracelet!), I'm up to a staggering $3,526.95.
Sponsorships are closed, so that is my final official total. But we still have to tally kungfoogirl's photo auctions, and there are still two jewelry auctions up, so the Grand Total won't be final for a few days. And sponsors, you should be getting your how-to-donate e-mails within the next 48 hours - let me know if you don't!
The folks at BARCC are awed, too. I'll ask them what the money will go toward, and will let you know. :)
Thank you so damn much for helping me do this. All of you who sponsored, who pimped, who supported. And massive hugs to my fellow Blogathonners. I don't know how much we here on LJ raised, but across the 'net, LJ and not, Blogathonners raised a combined $123,695.42 for charity this weekend. Amazing!
(Read slipjig's by-the-numbers Team Venture breakdown!)
* Built in 1995 and disassembled in 2005, the Nagata-Ku church in Kobe, Japan was built by church volunteers whose house of worship was destroyed by the 1995 Kobe earthquake. Using 58 paper tubes, the church is simple in its elliptical shape, but a dramatic spatial experience that turns low-tech materials into spiritual space.
* Continuing the cardboard-tube theme: Japanese architect Shigeru Ban has introduced a bridge over the Gardon river in France made entirely out of cardboard tubes. The bridge is made from 281 cardboard tubs and is strong enough to carry 20 people at a time.
* eXtreme solar living!
* Survival tool in credit card format. Mama wants.
Newsflash: Time may not exist...
There is a temporal realm called the Planck scale, where even attoseconds drag by like eons. It marks the edge of known physics, a region where distances and intervals are so short that the very concepts of time and space start to break down. Planck time—the smallest unit of time that has any physical meaning—is 10-43 second, less than a trillionth of a trillionth of an attosecond. Beyond that? Tempus incognito. At least for now.
Efforts to understand time below the Planck scale have led to an exceedingly strange juncture in physics. The problem, in brief, is that time may not exist at the most fundamental level of physical reality. If so, then what is time? And why is it so obviously and tyrannically omnipresent in our own experience? “The meaning of time has become terribly problematic in contemporary physics,” says Simon Saunders, a philosopher of physics at the University of Oxford. “The situation is so uncomfortable that by far the best thing to do is declare oneself an agnostic.”
I can smell again,mostly!
Thirteen: 7/13/07: A base of cocoa absolute and white chocolate with thirteen baneful and beneficial bits including vanilla bean, white ginger, orchid, golden peach, massoia bark, clove, honey, and starfruit.
In bottle: The cocoa absolute hits first with a bit of fruity sweetness in its wake.
On me: Chocolate infused with vanilla and fruit. It's dusty right now.... not getting the honey. We shall see.
"Eyes, eyes! New eyes for old!" shouted a tiny woman in front of a table covered with bottles and jars filled with eyes of every kind and color.
"Instruments of music from a hundred lands!"
"Penny whistles! Tuppenny hums! Threepenny choral anthems!"
"Try your luck! Step right up! Answer a simple riddle and win a wind-flower!"
"Everlasting lavender! Bluebell cloth!"
"Bottled dreams, a shilling a bottle!"
"Coats of night! Coats of twilight! Coats of dusk!"
"Swords of fortune! Wands of power! Rings of eternity! Cards of grace! Roll-up, roll-up, step this way!"
"Salves and ointments, philtres and nostrums!"
Otherworldy golden incense, blooming wind-flowers, everlasting lavender, bluebell, a faint whiff of exotic sugared candies, and fae mist upon wet green grass.
In bottle: Something sweet and faintly green.
On me: Fans of Empyreal Mist - this replicates the light, breezy floral of that very well. (Just not the fruity.)
Tristran put down his wooden cup of tea, and stood up, offended.
"What," he asked, in what he was certain were lofty and scornful tones, "would possibly make you imagine that my lady-love would have sent me on some foolish errand?"
The little man stared up at him with eyes like beads of jet. "Because that's the only reason a lad like you would be stupid enough to cross the border into Faerie. The only ones who ever come here from your lands are the minstrels, and the lovers, and the mad. And you don't look like much of a minstrel, and you're - pardon me saying so, lad, but it's true - ordinary as cheese-crumbs. So it's love, if you ask me."
"Because," announces Tristran, "every lover is in his heart a madman, and in his head a minstrel."
Dust on your trousers, mud on your boots, and stars in your eyes: redwood, tonka bean, white sandalwood, lemon peel, patchouli, rosewood, coriander, and crushed mint.
In bottle: Huh! The woods and the tonka, and a bit of coriander.
On me: Same. It's very nice, but it's one of the few masculine scents that's Not Me.
THE WITCH QUEEN
On a rocky mountain pass, on the southernmost slopes of Mount Belly, the witch-queen reined in her goat-drawn chariot and stopped and sniffed the chilly air.
The myriad stars hung cold in the sky above her.
Her red, red lips curved up into a smile of such beauty, such brilliance, such pure and perfect happiness that it would have frozen your blood in your veins to have seen it. "There," she said. "She is coming to me."
And the wind of the mountain pass howled about her triumphantly, as if in answer.
Wild plum, red musk, tuberose, calla lily, heliotrope, pimento, ylang ylang and beeswax beneath a dark haze of sinister purple-hued incense smoke. </i>
In bottle: Chemical flowers war with real-smelling flowers!
On me: Oh, there's the plum! The flowers were hiding it. ...and they rise to engulf it. Hateful ylang.
I'm looking forward to the non-floral Stardust scents... the other two in this batch were so floral they weren't worth trying.
Date night tonight, so I don't want to do anything too strenuous today. I have to go to the post office. Otherwise, I've got plenty of tasks that let me rest, mostly online.
*quietly blisses out re: date*