Dexolicious Revolution

I haven't posted anything here in almost three years. Truth be told, I'd largely forgotten about this place, and all of the memories (and bitching) I'd stored here over the course of the seven years that I maintained it.

I've gone back and made most of the entries private. My intention was to do all of them, but Livejournal has made that such a tedious process that I'm sure I missed some in my slog back through memory lane.

Why private? Because I recently found out my words had been misinterpreted by someone who was using them to fuel her obsession with someone else. (People, seriously, if you don't see names associated with stories on the interwebz, don't assume you know who they're about.)

On the other hand, here are some Things That I've Learned in my trip back through the entries here:
1. I've had a lot of interesting hairstyles over the years.
2. My first instinct upon leaving any job is to dye my hair pink.
3. Some of my jobs have been really unhealthy.
4. I used to get sick...a lot.
5. Full-time "normal" employment really may not be the best thing for me.
6. I get a killer case of tonsillitis every 3 years.
7. I used to go out a lot. I wonder why that stopped, and if I should start it up again.
8. I've had a lot of interesting adventures/relationships with boys.
9. Two of those relationships really had legs. They both ultimately imploded due to bad communication.

So, there you go. This might be the last thing I post here. Or maybe I'll be back in a few more years for another drive-by.

The e-mail I'm restraining myself from sending:

I realize that you are many years removed from knowledge of the practical workings of our systems, but just for future reference, before sending out a document marked up with comments such as, "There is no relationship between security role and application," you may want to go check out some recent versions of the security object model. That particular association has been in the client jar for the last three releases, and was in the most current release of the administration tool.

A retraction of those comments to the team might be in order before tomorrow's meeting. It doesn't look all that great when The Technical Architect (I capitalize and bold that title to show proper reverence for the title you like bring up in all of our infrastructure meetings) who has taken the position of dissent against every analyst recommendation for IS infrastructure projects demonstrates to the teams and the directors that he doesn't have a thorough understanding of the system models that he's trying to tear apart.

Just a thought...

For the record, Macy's One Day Sale kicks Nordstrom's Anniversary Sale in the ass. My favorite part of Macy's One Day Sale? The "courtesy day" before the day of the sale. True, I spent more money than I originally planned on parting with this weekend, but every little penny was absolutely worth it. So, if you have the time, I wholeheartedly suggest swinging by Macy's tomorrow and indulging in a little retail goodness.

Total haul:
- kelly green corduroy jacket
- green sweater with argyle pattern
- green camisole top
- black leather and knit Eurotrash-y jacket
- pink/green/brown 4-inch heeled pump with an extra low vamp
- dark grey pant with dusty rose pinstripe
- white/pink/rose/brown/cream/grey stripe shirt
- 4 bras
- 2 dress shirts for Michael, one grey and one white/green/blue stripe

Earlier this week I picked up a brown velvet jacket that I'm in love with, and I was tempted by several others today while shopping. My love affair with velvet jackets started this summer when I stumbled across a gorgeous black velvet number at the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale that has just been hanging and awating the cooler weather. (And now that cooler weather has arrived, I wore it no less than three times this week to work.)

Yay for shopping! :-)

I'd forgotten how good halftime sex could be...particularly when you're pissed off because your team is getting their asses handed to them. Of couse, what's better is getting up, getting dressed, and racing home in time to see your team come back from a 21-0 deficit to win in overtime.

How do you wash away the memories of The Longest Week Ever (and slightly discomfitting thoughts of a friend potentially in the path of natural disaster)? I engage in a little retail therapy...


- White patent ankle boots with 3-inch heel
- Grey w/ white and lime green accent kitten heels
- Dark grey and black 3-inch heels
- Dusty pink mary jane with 3.5-inch heel
- 9 pairs of knee-socks in all manner of stripe-y and argyle patterns
- pink and orange-y tie
- dark blue/purple/green tie

And some little, evil voice in the back of my head is whispering ideas of glasses shopping this weekend...and possibly a rendezvous with some cotton candy pink hair dye to go with the haircut Josh bestowed upon me tonight.

On the bus home, I sat next to someone with an iPod Nano. We chatted, I held it and fiddled with it a bit. I was...unimpressed.

I actually thought that the Nano was going to be the thing that would finally goad me into sheepdom and the acquisition of an iPod...like every other Seattlite wandering the downtown area. But, no. It just felt small, cheap, flimsy, and not at all worth the money. I couldn't wait to hand it back over to its owner.

So, um, litigators are kinda hot. There's an intensity of verbal banter and logical/mental agility present there that I very much like. Who knew?

In other news, work continues to be an exhausting affair. Although, I've managed to clear off almost all of my product related work (with the exception of one spec that I should be able to whip out tomorrow), so I'm going to be getting into my work-on-as-time-allows projects for the next couple of weeks (at least, that's how the schedule looks at the moment). And while those projects should be fun (for me), I know they'll also serve as the catalyst for many heated debates, and possibly arguments, amongst various people both within and outside of my team...that part is not quite as much fun. Because while I love a good argument, I know this is mostly going consist of the sort of dick-swinging bravado that gets on my nerves. So, a couple of weeks of fun, followed by many months of mental torture. Maybe my goal should be to get out as soon as the fun bit is over and leave everyone else to deal with the fallout after I leave...

Also, I'm finally getting my roots taken care of tonight. Whee!

Just a few excerpts from a book I was flipping through this evening. The timing of the re-reading of these passages strikes me as pretty funny in light of some recent conversations I've been having with various co-workers about some of the stuff that's been going on at the office.



Dandies excite us because they cannot be categorized, and hint at a freedom we want for ourselves. They play with masculinity and femininity; they fashion their own physical image, which is always startling; they are mysterious and elusive. They also appeal to the narcissism of each sex: to a woman they are psychologically female, to man they are male.

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"There was something terrifying about her embrace. Looking at you with her radiant blue eyes, she would say, 'The reception of the semen is for me the height of ecstasy.' And she had an insatiable appetite for it. She was completely amoral...a vampire."

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People were intoxicated by her strange mix of the masculine and the feminine; she was beautiful, with a radiant smile and a graceful, flirtatious manner, but her independence and her intensely analytical nature made her seem oddly male. This ambiguity was expressed in her eyes, which were both coquettish and probing.

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She was a complete noncomformist, and to be involved with her was to break all kinds of taboos. Her masculinity made the relationship seem vaguely homosexual; her slightly cruel, slightly domineering streak could stir up masochistic yearnings. She radiated a forbidden sexuality.

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It is, above all, a burning need to acquire originality, within the apparent bounds of convention. It is a sort of cult of oneself, which can dispense even with what are commonly called illusions. It is the delight in causing astonishment, and the proud satisfaction of never oneself being astonished...

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"The seduction emanating from a person of uncertain or dissimulated sex is powerful." -- Colette

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The Dandy displays a true and radical difference from other people, a difference of appearance and manner. Since most of us are secretly oppressed by our lack of freedom, we are drawn to those who are more fluid and flaunt their difference.

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...different in ways that are both striking and aesthetic, never vulgar; poke fun at current trends and styles, go in a novel directions, and supremely uninterested in what anyone else is doing...

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...style cannot be obvious, for Dandies are subtle, and never try hard for attention -- attention comes to them.

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Dandies show their difference in the little touches that mark their disdain for convention: Theophile Gautier's red vest, Oscar Wilde's green velvet suit, Andy Warhol's silver wigs. The female Dandy works similarly. She may adopt male clothing, say, but if she does, a touch here or there will set her truly apart...

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Dandies are supremely impudent. They don't give a damn about other people, and never try to please.

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The insolence of the Dandy is aimed at society and its conventions. It is not a man she cares to conquer but a whole group, an entire social world. And since people are generally oppressed by the obligation of always being polite and self-sacrificing, they are delighted to spend time around a person who disdains such niceties.

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...by adopting psychological traits of the opposite sex, they appeal to our inherent narcissism.

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Do not be misled by the surface disapproval your Dandy pose may elicit. ... what is most seductive is often what is most repressed. ...become the magnet for people's dark, unrelealized yearnings.

The key to such power is ambiguity. In a society where the roles everyone plays are obvious, the refusal to conform to any standard will excite interest. ... both masculine and feminine, impudent and charming, subtle and outrageous. Let other people worry about being socially acceptable; those types are a dime a dozen, and you are after a power greater than they can imagine.


from: The Art of Seduction -- Robert Greene

A perfect way to cap off a nearly perfect day. I came home from an afternoon with Jonathon, spent playing in the sand at Golden Gardens and lunching at Ballet, to find an official "Welcome Aboard" e-mail from my new employer. The background check is complete, the paperwork on their end is complete, and all that's left is for me to spend a day filling out some paperwork of my own. That will be next Friday...my first official day.

Yay!

I can now head into a full week of stress-free jubilance.

You wouldn't think that someone that finds security in control would put herself in a position that would almost assure pain of some sort. Oh, but she does. Repeatedly, even.

In fact, when actively engaging in a behavior that she knows will one day bring nothing but pain she doesn't do a damn thing to curb the behavior. No. She looks that oncoming train of torment square in the bright headlights and screams, "Bring it the fuck on!"

Eventually that train runs her over. And she knows it will, because it does every damn time. But that never seems to stop her jumping on the tracks in front of it.