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Lately it has been hard for me to think in terms of global warming. Last night and the night before that I was wearing SOCKS. Before.December.Me.Socks. Unheard of. I have to be dragged kicking and screaming into close toed shoes and socks in the winter time. Eventually those who know and love me get tired of hearing me whine that my feet are cold and wet. It only takes a few dozen times for me to get caught in winter rains in bare feet and hiking sandals for me to finally drag out the boots and the sneakers...and the socks.
When I get out of work the sun is high and warm. I stand waiting for the bus, or walk down the street with my face turned up and West. I'm like a large, lumpy sunflower stretching towards the heat and radiance. As I stood waiting for the 15 yesterday I basked in the sun even as I felt the occasional buffet of cold wind out of the north. Dottie and I went for a very long walk in that warm sun and cold wind. By 7pm, however, the fog had rolled in, the temperature had dropped and when we returned from a shorter walk, I was freezing. Walking around the apartment barefoot was too cold and I found a pair of thick fleecy socks. Again.
My circulation is FINE thank you and I tend to run warm most of the time. The fact that I'm cold now is a bit astonishing. This should be our salad days of summer. Our last thrust of hot weather before the rains of late October. I've had my winter comforter on the bed for two weeks. Global Warming. I know it exists but I currently feel I'm in the grips of a little ice age.
Context:
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metaquotes. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
confessionalbox introduced me to it one day last year by asking permission to quote me there. Until then I didn't know of it. I've quoted a few people there as well, from time to time. I always glance at those posts but I find that these days it has less to do with the quotes as it does with a meta-thread which has developed. Context. A lot of folks feel that without in-depth context you won't appreciate or understand why they choose to quote something. So besides the 'QWP' (quoted with permission) there is often a link to the full post to provide you with the context.
Context has since Anthromorphized. It is now passe to just post a link with 'context here' or some such. Instead you get pithy sayings. One of my early favorites was a tale of a cat's reaction to a sudden, violent thunderstorm: "Context is under the bed with its fur puffed out." For a post that made the person who quotes it do a spit-take: "Context is wiping cola off it's monitor." Regarding one who reads deep philosophical treatise in the bathroom: "Context is reading Kant with its colon."
Context is never male or female. Context simply...is.
I don't know WHY this tickles me so, but it does. Those of you who have me on Yahell IM will notice my status message will contextualize my mood, emotions or activities for the day. As I puttered around the house doing my DIY stuff this weekend it was "Context flunked art school."
Currently, as I attempt to expose my addiction to Context, it says:
"Context is drunk on Sarcasm."
Context...we all need context.
When I get out of work the sun is high and warm. I stand waiting for the bus, or walk down the street with my face turned up and West. I'm like a large, lumpy sunflower stretching towards the heat and radiance. As I stood waiting for the 15 yesterday I basked in the sun even as I felt the occasional buffet of cold wind out of the north. Dottie and I went for a very long walk in that warm sun and cold wind. By 7pm, however, the fog had rolled in, the temperature had dropped and when we returned from a shorter walk, I was freezing. Walking around the apartment barefoot was too cold and I found a pair of thick fleecy socks. Again.
My circulation is FINE thank you and I tend to run warm most of the time. The fact that I'm cold now is a bit astonishing. This should be our salad days of summer. Our last thrust of hot weather before the rains of late October. I've had my winter comforter on the bed for two weeks. Global Warming. I know it exists but I currently feel I'm in the grips of a little ice age.
Context:
I do not belong to many communities here on LJ. I've joined several, but I've also un-joined several. I find that most of the time it just increases my signal-to-noise ratio. One community I do leave on is
metaquotes. confessionalbox introduced me to it one day last year by asking permission to quote me there. Until then I didn't know of it. I've quoted a few people there as well, from time to time. I always glance at those posts but I find that these days it has less to do with the quotes as it does with a meta-thread which has developed. Context. A lot of folks feel that without in-depth context you won't appreciate or understand why they choose to quote something. So besides the 'QWP' (quoted with permission) there is often a link to the full post to provide you with the context.Context has since Anthromorphized. It is now passe to just post a link with 'context here' or some such. Instead you get pithy sayings. One of my early favorites was a tale of a cat's reaction to a sudden, violent thunderstorm: "Context is under the bed with its fur puffed out." For a post that made the person who quotes it do a spit-take: "Context is wiping cola off it's monitor." Regarding one who reads deep philosophical treatise in the bathroom: "Context is reading Kant with its colon."
Context is never male or female. Context simply...is.
I don't know WHY this tickles me so, but it does. Those of you who have me on Yahell IM will notice my status message will contextualize my mood, emotions or activities for the day. As I puttered around the house doing my DIY stuff this weekend it was "Context flunked art school."
Currently, as I attempt to expose my addiction to Context, it says:
"Context is drunk on Sarcasm."
Context...we all need context.
