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tamiam!I was in a place where they were working on letting lions live in the same spaces as people. The technique involved giving the people some kind of throwable objects that, when they hit the ground in front of a lion, would pop! loudly and cause the lion to go away.
A lioness approached us, and the object-thrower got ready to fling one. I told the third person "He has a good throwing arm" (I knew, but our other companion didn't, that the thrower was a baseball player). The first popping thing landed in front of the lioness and went pop!, most properly. The lioness hesitated, then kept walking toward us.
My companion flung the rest of the objects, all of which failed to pop on landing. We humans headed, calmly (or pretending to be calm) in different directions. The lioness approached me. I held still. She sort of leaned against my flank for a few moments. I then hurried into an area where some animals were grazing (maybe zebras), and then climbed a tree because it seemed safer, though I worried a little about how I'd get down again.
While I was clinging to the tree, something stung my left hand, hard, then flew off.cattitude appeared at about this point, at the base of the tree, and urged me to stay up there. I did, for a little while, then came down and showed him my stung hand. There was a single mark, looking like a small puncture, and it hurt a little.
[This is as much as I remember: I'd forgotten it this morning until we were walking to the subway together.]
A lioness approached us, and the object-thrower got ready to fling one. I told the third person "He has a good throwing arm" (I knew, but our other companion didn't, that the thrower was a baseball player). The first popping thing landed in front of the lioness and went pop!, most properly. The lioness hesitated, then kept walking toward us.
My companion flung the rest of the objects, all of which failed to pop on landing. We humans headed, calmly (or pretending to be calm) in different directions. The lioness approached me. I held still. She sort of leaned against my flank for a few moments. I then hurried into an area where some animals were grazing (maybe zebras), and then climbed a tree because it seemed safer, though I worried a little about how I'd get down again.
While I was clinging to the tree, something stung my left hand, hard, then flew off.
cattitude appeared at about this point, at the base of the tree, and urged me to stay up there. I did, for a little while, then came down and showed him my stung hand. There was a single mark, looking like a small puncture, and it hurt a little.[This is as much as I remember: I'd forgotten it this morning until we were walking to the subway together.]
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I was in a place where they were working on letting lions live in the same spaces as people. The technique involved giving the people some kind of throwable objects that, when they hit the ground in front of a lion, would pop! loudly and cause the lion to go away.
A lioness approached us, and the object-thrower got ready to fling one. I told the third person "He has a good throwing arm" (I knew, but our other companion didn't, that the thrower was a baseball player). The first popping thing landed in front of the lioness and went pop!, most properly. The lioness hesitated, then kept walking toward us.
My companion flung the rest of the objects, all of which failed to pop on landing. We humans headed, calmly (or pretending to be calm) in different directions. The lioness approached me. I held still. She sort of leaned against my flank for a few moments. I then hurried into an area where some animals were grazing (maybe zebras), and then climbed a tree because it seemed safer, though I worried a little about how I'd get down again.
While I was clinging to the tree, something stung my left hand, hard, then flew off.cattitude appeared at about this point, at the base of the tree, and urged me to stay up there. I did, for a little while, then came down and showed him my stung hand. There was a single mark, looking like a small puncture, and it hurt a little.
[This is as much as I remember: I'd forgotten it this morning until we were walking to the subway together.]
A lioness approached us, and the object-thrower got ready to fling one. I told the third person "He has a good throwing arm" (I knew, but our other companion didn't, that the thrower was a baseball player). The first popping thing landed in front of the lioness and went pop!, most properly. The lioness hesitated, then kept walking toward us.
My companion flung the rest of the objects, all of which failed to pop on landing. We humans headed, calmly (or pretending to be calm) in different directions. The lioness approached me. I held still. She sort of leaned against my flank for a few moments. I then hurried into an area where some animals were grazing (maybe zebras), and then climbed a tree because it seemed safer, though I worried a little about how I'd get down again.
While I was clinging to the tree, something stung my left hand, hard, then flew off.
cattitude appeared at about this point, at the base of the tree, and urged me to stay up there. I did, for a little while, then came down and showed him my stung hand. There was a single mark, looking like a small puncture, and it hurt a little.[This is as much as I remember: I'd forgotten it this morning until we were walking to the subway together.]
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I had a long, self-indulgent (I keep wanting to say "lazy", because that's the usual association with lengthy physical self-indulgence) morning at the gym; headed out when cattitude did, stopped briefly at the bank, and I think spent at least two and a quarter hours at the gym. I did all my exercises [well, almost all: no yoga tree, no lateral raises], in a pleasantly calm environment (fewer people than recent mornings; do New Year's resolutions wear off that fast?).
After exercising, I went down to Chinatown for the lunch I'd been craving since Monday: sweet ginger duck at Excellent Dumpling, with plenty of hot tea. I tipped a bit extra and wished them a happy new year on my way out.
Then I went to LinuxWorld, at the Javits Center. I picked up some tschotschke's--including two keyrings, a pen or three, and a hat--and some software I might even use, and let a Sun salesman tell me about their cool Linux installation/administration software. It does look like a nice piece of software, though of course the demo involves pre-loaded fake data and no actual install; it's not something I have any actual use for, however.
I came home to cheerful LJ comments, a nice note fromrysmiel (whose new journal subtitle amused me, so I sent a note saying so), and a message asking if I would be interested in doing proofreading work for a new publication being produced by my former employer. I spoke briefly with my ex-manager, who suggested me for this, then looked at the new magazine's Website, and tomorrow morning's project is to send an appropriate resume and cover letter.
( I almost forgot: here are the numbers )
cattitude did, stopped briefly at the bank, and I think spent at least two and a quarter hours at the gym. I did all my exercises [well, almost all: no yoga tree, no lateral raises], in a pleasantly calm environment (fewer people than recent mornings; do New Year's resolutions wear off that fast?).After exercising, I went down to Chinatown for the lunch I'd been craving since Monday: sweet ginger duck at Excellent Dumpling, with plenty of hot tea. I tipped a bit extra and wished them a happy new year on my way out.
Then I went to LinuxWorld, at the Javits Center. I picked up some tschotschke's--including two keyrings, a pen or three, and a hat--and some software I might even use, and let a Sun salesman tell me about their cool Linux installation/administration software. It does look like a nice piece of software, though of course the demo involves pre-loaded fake data and no actual install; it's not something I have any actual use for, however.
I came home to cheerful LJ comments, a nice note from
rysmiel (whose new journal subtitle amused me, so I sent a note saying so), and a message asking if I would be interested in doing proofreading work for a new publication being produced by my former employer. I spoke briefly with my ex-manager, who suggested me for this, then looked at the new magazine's Website, and tomorrow morning's project is to send an appropriate resume and cover letter.( I almost forgot: here are the numbers )
I had a long, self-indulgent (I keep wanting to say "lazy", because that's the usual association with lengthy physical self-indulgence) morning at the gym; headed out when cattitude did, stopped briefly at the bank, and I think spent at least two and a quarter hours at the gym. I did all my exercises [well, almost all: no yoga tree, no lateral raises], in a pleasantly calm environment (fewer people than recent mornings; do New Year's resolutions wear off that fast?).
After exercising, I went down to Chinatown for the lunch I'd been craving since Monday: sweet ginger duck at Excellent Dumpling, with plenty of hot tea. I tipped a bit extra and wished them a happy new year on my way out.
Then I went to LinuxWorld, at the Javits Center. I picked up some tschotschke's--including two keyrings, a pen or three, and a hat--and some software I might even use, and let a Sun salesman tell me about their cool Linux installation/administration software. It does look like a nice piece of software, though of course the demo involves pre-loaded fake data and no actual install; it's not something I have any actual use for, however.
I came home to cheerful LJ comments, a nice note fromrysmiel (whose new journal subtitle amused me, so I sent a note saying so), and a message asking if I would be interested in doing proofreading work for a new publication being produced by my former employer. I spoke briefly with my ex-manager, who suggested me for this, then looked at the new magazine's Website, and tomorrow morning's project is to send an appropriate resume and cover letter.
( I almost forgot: here are the numbers )
cattitude did, stopped briefly at the bank, and I think spent at least two and a quarter hours at the gym. I did all my exercises [well, almost all: no yoga tree, no lateral raises], in a pleasantly calm environment (fewer people than recent mornings; do New Year's resolutions wear off that fast?).After exercising, I went down to Chinatown for the lunch I'd been craving since Monday: sweet ginger duck at Excellent Dumpling, with plenty of hot tea. I tipped a bit extra and wished them a happy new year on my way out.
Then I went to LinuxWorld, at the Javits Center. I picked up some tschotschke's--including two keyrings, a pen or three, and a hat--and some software I might even use, and let a Sun salesman tell me about their cool Linux installation/administration software. It does look like a nice piece of software, though of course the demo involves pre-loaded fake data and no actual install; it's not something I have any actual use for, however.
I came home to cheerful LJ comments, a nice note from
rysmiel (whose new journal subtitle amused me, so I sent a note saying so), and a message asking if I would be interested in doing proofreading work for a new publication being produced by my former employer. I spoke briefly with my ex-manager, who suggested me for this, then looked at the new magazine's Website, and tomorrow morning's project is to send an appropriate resume and cover letter.( I almost forgot: here are the numbers )
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