Links for 15 September 2011
Today’s nibbles and squeaks from the beak! I can’t tell if my fascination with this sleeping capsule is a weird outgrowth of my claustrophobia or of my love of tiny things. Maybe both? (via laughingsquid) I love tickledfancy’s “Mad Men” portraits, but especially this one of Peggy. Because Peggy rules.
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Today’s nibbles and squeaks from the beak! Someone hacked the Trinity College School of English site. I took a screenshot for posterity. (Yes, he is even listed in the Academic Staff Directory.) Kimbra’s “Good Intent” has me tapping my toes. (via Silence is Boring) Can Scotland really be a month away? This lovely shot of Kelvingrove in Glasgow made my heart ache. (via gravygarden) A clever book trailer about procrastination (by...
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Puzzle Hunt Calendar: I participated in my first Microsoft Puzzle Hunt this weekend, and loved it. Here is a puzzle hunt calendar for those of you who might be interested! On first watch: WTF? On second: HNNNNGGG! VH1’s “Ton of Cash” – The Greek Mystique’s Final Animal (by gittespiipsettig) Ah, the Meadows! Via funkyplaid. ._.-. linklog at http://beak.cygnoir.net Digest powered by RSS...
Read MoreHIDWtS: Sleep deprivation.
After yet another terrible night of sleep, I was looking forward to work today, figuring that some semblance of a routine would keep my mind occupied and focused. Holiday weekends are wonderful but I need structure to flourish. Otherwise there is everything to do, all at once, and nothing gets done. My sleep schedule also goes wonky, not that it matters when I can’t fall asleep. My shift is a little later for a couple of weeks as I cover for a coworker’s vacation, so I had to look up the shuttle timetables and plan out my commute, something I have not done for many months. I could make excuses as to why this stymied me — lack of sleep being foremost, along with excessive mistrust of public transit — but truly I was surprised at how much I...
Read MoreUnsettling.
The house sloughs off years, slowly exfoliating stuff and dust from every corner. In the middle of the night, I wake up from dreams just turning into nightmares. A cat is crying at the garage door, or shifting around and around in a slow circle, unable to get comfortable. My right shoulder aches. I must be sleeping on it funny, but I never wake up on my side. I went to see a movie by myself. The last time I remember doing that was almost eight years ago. That movie was much better than this one, but the Junior Mints were just as sweet. When I wake up like this, I hear raccoon scuffles, shrill growls demanding obeisance. Our yard, soon to be just the yard, is contested territory. The entire house is contested territory. Emptiness reclaims whole rooms, swelling and...
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