How peculiar. I just did a search for a childhood friend from my old neighborhood, and I found her family’s official home page, and she is completely absent from the page. As if she never existed. There’s the two parents and the son, and not a word about her. Not just a lack of information — she’s not even named there even once.
Update: Alive, not renounced, simply not on the net.
Sometimes dreams make it easy. In this exchange between myself and a woman, our personas were clearly defined:
Me: I’m good-good.
She: I’m good-evil.
We were perched up in the rafters of a classical concert hall that had been taken over by evil-evil people. I’d flown up to see what was going to happen and to possibly confront the situation — though it was a bit of a risk to fly up to such a high location as these rafters because when one pushes off, it sometimes takes a few seconds for the flying ability to kick in — making for a rather silly looking fall at first. Anyway, this good-evil person flew in and joined me a few minutes later, to observe, and possibly just enjoy herself. Since she was part evil she wasn’t committed to stopping the evil-evil people. Indeed, a few minutes into the proceedings, when someone on stage had part of their leg hacked off by someone wearing a gold costume, she got aroused and got flirty with me.
Skip to an earlier part of the dream, where the evil-evil people took over a smaller stage theater — possibly the Academy Awards or something, and the leader was an insane woman rather like Batman’s Joker. She and her minions took everyone hostage, and then took a few of us including myself to be in-studio audience at a weather forecast show she was staging. We were all frightened. She didn’t like the way my hair looked on camera so she had a henchman shave most of my hair off and put a bowler hat on me for a Clockwork Orange feel. The weather forecast was to be broadcast on television as a sort of way to scare the public, who would think at first it was a regular news program. Again, rather Joker-ish.
My lifelong friend J was there too, and later on she was taken away on her own and I was concerned for her life. I ran through a warehouse type building, dark and creepy, until I emerged at a pool. There appeared to be copies of her floating and submerged in the water, but these were only statues based on her. The living her was on the far edge of the pool, being forced to pose so that these statues could appear. She was not being harmed though, beyond being frightened. So she sort of waved me away with her eyes.
That is when I went to the big theater and flew up, with the intent to possibly confront this insane leader.
Maybe losing too much weight now. 140lbs. Means I lost 9lbs in 5 weeks. I still have some fat around my belly but I don’t intend to go below 140lbs. If I accidentally reach 135lbs that is alright, but I want to stay around 140lbs.
I admit I am feeling a little hungry, and ideally I should not feel that way. I have not had any hypoglycemic symptoms however, and that means that the vegetable fat I’ve been eating (guac, mostly) must be working.
I knew this would happen eventually… iTunes is now having artists submit their art at a minimum size of 1425×1425 instead of 600×600. They’re apparently planning ahead to make sure that the covers look good on iTunes’ interface as viewed on large monitors, as well as on the tiny iPod screens. For the moment, 600×600 remains the maximum size you can manually import, so the 1425×1425-or-greater requirement appears to be an effort on the part of Apple to future-proof their cover-art collection. Until Apple increases the size you can manually import into iTunes, 600×600 will serve you well. But anyone who scans their own cover art should start scanning at, say, 1600×1600 from now on.