Been working on some stuff on my Bat Cafe site, including a redesign of the home page with its new logo.
The Shoppe section is new.
Still working on a redo of the writing section.
Interesting little program called The Gender Genie that tests a piece of writing to calculate if it was written by a male or a female (according to criteria worked up from researchers from the Illinois Institute of Technology in Chicago and Bar-Ilan University in Israel). (link via Instapundit)
Just out of curiosity, I entered my own writing in it -- a sample of my fiction, my non-fiction, and a blog entry. All three samples were "diagnosed" as having been written by a male. (By the way, for those who don't happen to know, I'm female.)
Amused me.
Melusine's coming to visit in less than a month.
I'm stocking up on libations already.
Been working on a few things in the last few weeks. A lot of site updates -- both for Bat Cafe and also over on Suffering is Hip. You can find the latest SiH updates here: SepulchriNews: Site Updates Archives.
In this Sun-Sentinel article, the author is perplexed about the little outcry over the opening of Hooters in San Francisco:
When Hooters opened its first San Francisco restaurant last May, there was minimal outcry from women's groups and more concern in the media over what it would do to the city's reputation for good food.Was it meaningful that Hooters, maybe the most vilified business by feminists since Playboy, could open with little protest in such a politically correct city?
Well, being a San Franciscan, I can tell you my opinion on why there was hardly any outcry.
The Hooters that opened here opened up in Fisherman's Wharf -- the tourist section of the city. This means the Hooters is meant for out-of-towners. San Franciscans don't pay much attention to what happens or what is built in Fisherman's Wharf.
Besides, the far more interesting story in San Francisco strip clubs at the time of the opening of that Hooters was that the Lusty Lady made history yet again by becoming the first strip club ever to become a worker-owned coop.
I found it amusing a few months back when doing my various reading at how amused the rest of the country seemed to be by this opening of Hooters and how they seemed braced to hear about the protests from our "politically correct" city. Well, having long observed the peculiar ways of the politically correct here, I already suspected that if there were to be a protest, it'd more likely be one that objected to the introduction of yet another chain store/restaurant here than for its allegedly prurient theme. But, like I said, as it was in Fisherman's Wharf, it'd be doubtful a new chain restaurant there would stir up much fuss whatsoever.
SimilarMinds.com has a collection of Enneagram Personality Tests as well as the Myers-Briggs and other personality tests.
Also on their site is a page of resources and information about the Enneagram, including some good basic articles on the history of the Enneagram and descriptions of the 9 types.
As far as personality typers go, I've long been intrigued by the Enneagram. When I was first introduced to it several years ago, I was told by others who knew about the types that I was most definitely a 9. Yep, had to agree after learning about the types -- Sloth is my totem.
I've never actually taken a test, though, to determine my type before. But the tests on this site categorized me as a 9 all right. (a 9W1 according to the sub-type breakdown in these tests).
Being a nine means I'm prone to get distracted by all my other unfinished projects (or just some shiny object) and -- wouldn't ya know it? I suddenly am.
As ya know, it's time for my nap.
Last night, went out with some friends to see Firewater at the Bottom of the Hill. Fantastic show. I highly recommend seeing 'em live if you like them.
Bottom of the Hill is a small enough venue that I even was able to stand right up in front near the stage. This vantage point was great as not only did I have a good view for the whole show, but when the band came back for their encore, the singer Tod A was smoking a cigarette and handed it to me (as I was standing in the spot right under him) so he could get back to singing.
Yeah, I know you might say "so what?" to that, but remember I live in Calicorrectfornia, where smoking is not allowed in clubs either -- and oh, that cigarette was so very timely and satisfying.
Passed it along to the other people standing near me -- apparently I wasn't the only one who was needing a timely drag. I am talking about just a regular cigarette here, mind you, which I know sounds silly to anyone who doesn't live in California (or New York or the other places where they've passed anti-smoking laws).
So, I just must say thanks to Firewater for the great show and part of a cigarette.
My needs are so easily gratified .....
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Firewater's nicely-done web site is here:
Firewater: Official Band Website.
So, I was just sitting around this afternoon, minding my own business when I began to wonder idly just what kind of biological molecule I would be.
I took this handy quiz to find out.
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You are an enzyme. You are powerful, dark,
variable, and can change many things at your
whim...even when they're not supposed to be
changed. Bad you. You can be dangerous or
wonderful; it's your choice.
Which Biological Molecule Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
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Bad me. Dangerous or wonderful? Yes, please. I choose to be enzymatic.
Today is Voltaire's birthday! Joyeaux anniversaire!
"Le Lever de Voltaire" by Jean Huber (c.1765)
(Voltaire dictating to his secretary
while dressing).
"Life is a shipwreck, but we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats." - Voltaire
Of course, Voltaire also said "Anything that is too stupid to be spoken is sung."
.... and I found yet another quiz to take because I just had to confirm my suspicions that if I were an Edward Gorey book, of course I'd be:
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Ya know, when you're out cavorting in the company of a couple o' lovely drag queens who are laced up into their Wednesday Best for Bondage A-Go-Go and you happen to look up into the crisp chilled Thanksgiving Eve sky -- well, you just sometimes can be taken aback when you see a new twist or two in those same old stars.
Epiphany? Or Kamikazes?
Whichever it may be, I tell you, I give my thanks for it all as the night morphs into this holiday morning and announce to no one in particular:
Thank you and good night. We haven't left the building.
From a book review article called Studying the Seductive Women:
She [Lou Andreas-Salome] was also one of the world's great seductresses. Her list of literally hundreds of lovers and suitors included Frederick Nietzsche and the nihilist philosopher Paul Ree (she lived with both in a menage a trois), the poet Rainier Maria Rilke, even Freud. One suitor committed suicide for want of her love, and two others, including Nietzsche, attempted to end it all because their attentions were spurned.
Man, talk about hitting the motherlode in the mopey dark dude department! Impressive.
Bet she could have come up with the elusive right word for this. I'm adding her to my Dead Dinner Party guest list for sure.
