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A fair number of folks have let me know that they're taking action in support of the fat bill. They're writing their legistlators, posting about it, getting touch with Rep. Rushing's office to offer to speak to media, sending out emails and otherwise spreading the word. It's a gorgeous thing, to actively move to resist fat hatred (and, by extension, any kind of hatred, says me), and in honor of that, here's this week Rob Brezny horoscope for Libra. (That's my sign, but I'm thinking it applies to all of us.):

When you see a shooting star, you're usually looking at a piece of cosmic debris that's 30 to 60 miles away and no bigger than a grain of rice. As it streaks through the atmosphere, the compression of air in front of it creates a shock wave, generating enough heat to send a bright light to your eyes. Sound like something you want to emulate, Libra? I believe that in the coming weeks, your smallest actions, like those of shooting stars, could produce dramatic, far-reaching effects.
Also, it's my beloved older brother's birthday. In his honor, here's a quote from "The Movable Dwelling and How It Came to America" from landscape historian JB Jackson:

The origin of a word often throws a new light on the way we use it. Take the word dwelling. If we are using it as a noun--if we are speaking of the dwelling as a house--we should really say, "dwelling place." The verb to dwell has a distinct meaning. At one time it meant to hesitate, to linger, to delay, as when we say, "He is dwelling too long on this insignificant matter." To dwell, like the verb to abide (from which we derive abode), simply means to pause, to stay put for a length of time; it implies that we will eventually move on. So the dwelling place should perhaps be seen as temporary. Our being in it is contingent on many external factors.

Re: two thoughts from hannah szenes

Date: 2007-08-09 05:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] susanstinson.livejournal.com
Oh! Oh. You just brought tears to the inner edges of the flesh beneath my eyes. It didn't spill, but it welled up. Those are wonderful, and I needed them today. Thank you.

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