I want the time and money to:

Cook more from scratch
Join a vegetable, fruit, meat, andor dairy CSA
Compost
Grow vegetables and herbs
Get my private pilot's certification
Knit more
Take a sewing course to learn all the basics I am ignorant of
Sew more
Learn quilting
Practice piano
Practice horn
Join a community band/symphony/orchestra
Take a Thai cooking class
Organize my mp3 collection
Keep the sink from becoming full of dirty dishes
Roomba the living room more regularly
Keep my desk area clean
Exercise more
Play more Dance Central and Rock Band
Bellydance
Read more books, both fun (sci-fi/fantasy) and educational (Great Books)
LARP regularly
Write a LARP
Volunteer for cons I like (Arisia, Intercon)
Be more involved in politics/community
Take a vacation out of the country
Take more vacations that aren't cons/meetups
Go on a cruise
Go skiing

While apping for 1897 and because I have free time right now, I compiled a list of all the LARPs I have been in. This was only possible due to all of the old Intercon and Festival schedules still being online. There are possibly some gaps with regards to one-offs I don't remember being in, and there is a definite gap in that I went to Intercon Mid-Atlantic some year, but I don't remember which year, and I couldn't find any of their schedules online, so I just have vague memories of two games I played in but nothing more. (It was the year Orgia debuted, I believe.) If you care enough to notice that I didn't remember a game, do let me know. I'll probably go "durr" at myself for forgetting.

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It's hard to figure out how to start this post. So I'll go with the trite and simple: today something momentous happened to me. It was a fairly normal day as far as actual events go, but as far as me internally, this day needs a big black X on the calendar. I don't know if relating it will make sense to anyone else, but here we go:

My Sunday D&D game ended early, meaning I could show up to faerieboots's a cappella group's concert only a little bit late instead of missing most if not all of it. I got there about 30-45 minutes in. There was a song or two, and then two of the members, the lead female and the only male, stood up front and announced, "This song is about the future," and began singing.

It's hard to describe the next few minutes. At some point early on I realized there were tears running down my face. Someone took me and who I am and my hopes and dreams and worldview and understood it all and wrote it into a song. I write and erase over and over here, and maybe I should just stop there with that description and link you to the song.

http://adapalmer.com/sassafrass/somebodywill.html

When the song ended and I had dried off my tears, I turned to usernamenumber and said, "Well, I'm done." I consider the $14 I paid to get into that concert to solely to be paid for that song. (I still stayed for the rest of the concert, and it was pretty awesome stuff, but I had been put through the wringer by that track and nothing else got as close.) When the show ended, I checked their CD's tracklist, saw the song on it, and ran out of the venue to find an ATM so that I could have cash to purchase the CD. After I returned, I found out from faerieboots that the female vocalist of that performance was the one who wrote the song. I approached her. I told her that the nearly-$30 I had just spent I considered solely for the purpose of that song, and that it was not nearly enough in comparison to what that song existing means to me. She responded immediately with, "Would you like the sheet music?" So now I have the arrangement for alto and tenor. Just... bampf.

I am sad to find that the album cut is a solo version and not as powerful as the live duet, but I can still sing along to it, and with the music and Ada's blessing I can take it and make it my own, and I am a different person for having this opportunity.

So that's what happened to me today.

Oh, and I guess this should be announced somewhere too... (as if anyone could get to their friend pages to read it!)

I guess I'm a member of Gaea Spore now.

:)

gregß: (2:23 AM) when we were in all-city together, I had a major crush on you
Haplo: (2:24 AM) really? I never knew laugh :)
Haplo: (2:24 AM) that's flattering... thank you
gregß: (2:24 AM) seriously?
gregß: (2:25 AM) I just always felt like a little kid, so I didn't say anything
Haplo: (2:25 AM) *nod* I didn't ever think of myself as attractive to men until later in life...
gregß: (2:25 AM) really?
Haplo: (2:26 AM) yes really
gregß: (2:26 AM) why is that?
Haplo: (2:26 AM) I had a big self esteem problem
gregß: (2:28 AM) well, I don't know why....in the band, everyone thought you were a god
Haplo: (2:29 AM) I never knew it... I just thought I was the oldest
gregß: (2:30 AM) nope...I remember on breaks from band when would go walk around the high school, I would sometimes imagine kissing you, or even doing "dare" type things ;)
Haplo: (2:32 AM) wow
Haplo: (2:32 AM) you're totally going against what I remember from then... but that's good, believe me, laugh
gregß: (2:32 AM) what do you remember?
Haplo: (2:32 AM) no one wanting to kiss me
Haplo: (2:33 AM) you have to realize, I was really messed up in the head back then, I probably completely overlooked things that should have been really obvious
gregß: (2:35 AM) oh, well I am sorry to hear that...but I never thought that would happen, i was two years younger that you, and you were in Middle school, and then in HS

I had an amazing dream. It was detailed and fantastic and complex. There were bichon frise dogs, friends, motorcycles, spaceships, and Queen Amidala. I shape-shifted, and I climbed through an electric fence. I saw Emerson Mounger (a random IT guy from Saxon) drive by in a dune buggy, and I hid from him because I didn't know if he was on "my side" or not. I rode a motorcycle with two other escapees and we leaned inward too far on a turn and flipped, but got back up and on the bike again.

And yet now, when I try to remember the storyline of the dream, to share it with you, it all eludes me. I get the bits and pieces, but they don't want to fit together.

Which is too much like my memory. I could never relate a story about making cheerleader in 8th grade, but I could tell you about checking the posting on the gym door to see if my number was there, or the first day I went to school in my outfit, or being introduced at a pep rally. Little 5-second bits of information. Moments.

Oh, if life were made of moments, even now and then a bad one
But if life were only moments, then you'd never know you had one.
Let the moment go, don't forget it for a moment, though.
Now I understand -- and it's time to leave the woods.

Many thanks to Steven Sondheim.