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This will be brief, as X-chan is here and in any case I don't want to spend Easter weekend on the Int0rbuttz, but we were talking about my father's people. X-chan has been doing the genealogy on that side, which so far has eluded me, and I asked if she'd been able to find out anything about Great-Grandpa's parents, which is where the line ends.

Turns out, it was quite a lot. They came through New York (just as I suspected), where my great-grandfather himself was born (not in Philadelphia, as I'd always believed); X-chan was able to get census records for the 1920s and 1930s, and it turns out that quite a lot is different to what I previously thought I knew. Great-Grandpa had a sister named Violet (whom I didn't know about) who worked as a newspaper clerk for one of the Philly rags along with Louise F*******, Great-Grandma's sister, which seems to have been how my great-grandparents met. Great-Grandpa himself worked for the WPA as a timekeeper from about 1937-1940 when Grandpa was a kid.

And then there was this capper:
X-chan: Great-Grandpa's parents came through New York. His father was Russian and his mother was Hungarian. I think they married in the United States, since Great-Grandpa's father was married once before. Either it didn't take or he was a widower.
l33: I always heard it was the father who was Hungarian and the mother was a Romanian.
X-chan: Nope, Russian. Says so on the census. They might have misheard him, I guess, but...[shrugs]
l33: Huh. We are Russian. How 'bout that.

Furthering the Russian connection, Great-Grandma had another sister, Stephanie, whose husband Julian fought for the Tsarist army during the Great War, although he was an American citizen. (You could do that in those days. Why is the world so small now.) After the Revolution, he joined up with the White Russian army (the loyalist forces who battled the Red Army and ultimately lost). Then he came home and was a lawyer for 45 years, which seems rather pale next to the epic struggle of good and evil. I thought this was interesting even if I am a little embarrassed that anyone in my family fought Communism.

Bonus points if we subsequently find out that someone in my family lived in Ukraine in the 1890s and knew the family Bronshtein (and their rabble-rousing kid). I'd be surprised - the H*****es prefer colder climes - but one can fantasize.

Now, back to our regularly scheduled programming.
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+ I guess it still hasn't really hit me that my grandmother is dead, because last night lolmom and I were talking about gravy (she made the best gravy you ever had, seriously, no mean feat for someone who hated to cook), and lolmom was saying that she had no idea what my grandmother did because there were no measurements involved. I thought, Next time she calls, I'll ask her, and--oh. wait. She was alive not that long ago; I just talked to her on Mother's Day. It's strange to know that that was the last time, ever.

+ I need to get my act in gear and decide if I'm going to InConJunction, because if I don't buy my pass soon the rates will go up. Also I need to book a hotel room.

+ Dentist's appointment on Thursday. Do not want. Do not want anything to rot out even more, so I guess I'd better go. I am not looking forward to the eternal tussle over my wisdom teeth, though I rather suspect one of them (the broken one) will need to come out.

Some things that kind of need to get done today )

I Return

May. 30th, 2011 07:34 pm
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There's a longer post in the works about the wake and funeral, which I need to get out of my system but haven't finished yet. I don't know when that's coming; sometime this week, I suppose. Anyway, the main thing is: I went, and yesterday my aunt Diane and I drove back up from Savannah (she lives in Indianapolis and wanted to miss race day, and I wanted one day that WASN'T about the funeral). My skin has decided to turn on me, and I've been eating almost nothing but horrible road food (other than the two decent meals I had at Phil and Heidi's). Also I have to be back at work tomorrow.

So that's it, really. I'll get back to LJ comments and the like at a later date.
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Hopping on mostly to say,

Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] samanosukesgirl!

Alas, there is no deeper post, as I am exhausted and bid fair to stay that way (worked until midnight on Friday, drove up to Gaston on Saturday, drove down to Indy, then to Terre Haute, then back to Evansville on Sunday, slept until noon today, worked a full shift until 11 tonight, and must be in Tell City for a job interview by 7 a.m. and at work by 10 a.m. and then I need to be sure to pick up produce sometime between 5 and 7 tomorrow night I think). Family reunion was good; I have some pictures (which I will share, so you can all look at family members who don't show up in my posts very often. Though I have got some real good shots of the lolmom for you).

Also, I expect to strike a decisive blow against my father shortly and thereby win not only our non-relationship but also everything ever. Well, the primary purpose is not to strike a decisive blow, but I suspect it may have that effect whether I want it to or not.

Now, if you will excuse me, I need to bother the lolmom at work and then make sure Tell City is on CST and not EST.
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1.) I feel as if I've been through the ringer, and there is absolutely no reason why I should feel this way. I did nothing whatsoever on Monday and Tuesday, other than some minor picking up.

2.) Last night, I dreamed that I was going to fuck [livejournal.com profile] imperfectkatoru, except then I woke up and it took me a minute to realize that I wasn't still dreaming so I was all like "wait wtf how did this happen". Then cold, hard reality set in and I realized that I was not going to fuck Fred, at least not imminently. On the other hand, it was certainly much better than the dream I had the other night where I killed the neighbors' daughter (who oddly looked like Lindsay Lohan, wtf brain) and was on tenterhooks waiting for them to find out and have me prosecuted. (I forget why I killed her. I think it was an accident. Since it was a dream, I'm not terribly worried about it now.)

3.) Hours are being cut at work. Oh joy of joys. FUCK YOU LOL-MART SALARIED MANAGEMENT. Oh and also the state road I need to get to work is closed between Buehler's (another grocery store just down the street) and Lol-Mart, so what used to be a 10-minute drive now takes a good 25-30 minutes. FUCK YOU INDOT.

4.) So the S******* family reunion (lolmom's people) is this weekend, and X-chan flew in today. It's nice to see her, despite the fact that I had to swill out the shower this morning, and we spent most of the afternoon talking about Star Wars. (X-chan and I will talk about the most bizarre and random shit if left to our own devices. This quickly segued into why the Vader Sues on AFFN aren't more creative, because seriously if I could use the Force and read my partner's feelings and fantasies and grope him/her from afar, y'all would be lining up for my sweet, sweet midichlorian loving. Don't pretend you wouldn't.) Then I went to work and then came home, whereupon X-chan informed me that she was watching Toddlers and Tiaras, which is seriously the greatest trainwreck on earth. I now know what to expect when I die and go to Hell. At least X-chan reassured me that I wasn't a terrible person for taking a virulent dislike to a bratty four-year-old contestant (and her idiot parents).
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So for the past week, more or less everything was more entertaining to me than the Internets, so I wasn't around too much. I wish I could say something really interesting or exciting happened, but basically I just went to work, read stuff (finished Taiko, finally), watched Return of the Jedi for the bazillionth time, and slept way the hell too much. (Lolmom was in Georgia visiting my grandmother, so I was basically holding the fort.) Mom came back yesterday morning; I made calabacitas con elote for lunch yesterday.

I had an interview that seems to have gone nowhere (OH THE SHOCKING TURN OF EVENTS), but that's life. There's stuff in the paper this week, anyway. Also, I wish I could tell you all about my OMGEXCITING plans, but there are none, at least at present.

[EDIT: Hittite Week isn't this week, either.]
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Computer is still in the shop.

I can now say "[livejournal.com profile] pixelation is my homegirl friend" in Cantonese, if I could remember the word for "friend" which I just learned last night AAARGH why can't I like normal things like TV or whatever it is the puny normals like.

The lolmom called last night. She's going to be in Florida longer than expected, so I'll see her again at the end of this week. I did at least get an apology for the cake thing, so.

Callice is sick, and I don't know what's wrong with her. She is eating far less than she usually does (we call her the catpig because she typically gobbles food and then howls for more), and she's less active; she just wants to hang out in the corner of the living room all the time, rousing herself only to sit on my lap or, occasionally, get up on the end table that faces the window. If nothing else, I know that when animals change their eating and toileting habits for no apparent reason, there's something wrong; she's not an old cat, and she's an only pet who only lives indoors, so I wonder what it could be. She doesn't seem to be in pain from pets or handling. I finally moved her food and water into the living room so that she doesn't have to exert herself to reach them, in the hopes that I can get some nutrition into her system that way. I'm sure she's experiencing some cognitive dissonance, since she now gets pets and praise for behavior that formerly annoyed me, just because it shows that she's able to move. We have a vet appointment for Thursday morning.

Don't want to go to the job I now have. Am forcing myself to manage it on the grounds that it's not even a full shift, I'll be home at a reasonable hour, and I'm off tomorrow.

Still need to call insurance agent about E&O.
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This morning, I received a Grade-A piece of spam in my inbox from a Mrs Cindy Howard, informing me that I had won a million pounds sterling from the British Tobacco Commission. This in and of itself was hilarious, but even more so was the fact that the reply-to e-mail address was a Chinese domain name. Methinks the Lads from Lagos are at it again. They cross international borders like a criminal with a diplomatic passport!

The lolmom informed me that she heard she should have a current picture for her LinkedIn profile (yes, she has discovered social networking, in a sense--soon, the Int0rbuttz will be covered in lol), and asked if I would take one (after we explored the ethics of just using a fifteen-year-old one that is still a fairly accurate representation of what she looks like, and moreover was taken in England whilst she was standing in front of Buckingham Palace). I agreed, but think she should dress up and try not to act goofy, since the reason she's even doing LinkedIn is to try and get a job.

Also, Mom and her siblings are helping my grandmother clean and pack so that she can get moved into the assisted-living facility in Georgia and sell the house in Florida, and the million-dollar question is this: Who gets custody of Sir Walter Raleigh?

Actually, "Sir Walter Raleigh" is a misnomer, since as far as anybody knows the painting isn't actually of him, but he's always been called that in Mom's family. It's a painting of a gentleman in Elizabethan/Jacobite dress which my grandparents have had time out of mind. Sir Walter became my uncle Pete's particular archnemesis; he's one of those paintings with eyes that seem to follow you. Pete, who as a child was usually up to no good, took exception to this and took to shuffling up and down the stairs facing Sir Walter, just in case the latter tried to pull a fast one.

I am all for boxing Sir Walter up and driving him up to Pete in Chicago. That's likely a no-go, alas, but Mom asked if I wanted anything from my grandmother's house. I've already got the Caesar plaques, so I've got everything I really cared about getting, but if nobody else snaps up Sir Walter, I think we can give him a good home here. Somebody's got to keep the cat in line, after all, and I can't be around all the time.
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My grandmother had cataract surgery on the 8th, and she seems to be recovering well; she's a little blurry in the eye where she had had the cataract, but the doctor said that was to be expected and it should abate once the swelling goes down. The lolmom is not in such good shape; she was congested and sniffly in Florida, and also managed to get conjunctivitis and had to go to one of those urgent-care places. Plus, people have been calling me about the Baccalaureate Mass, which Mom stage-manages every year, and I have no clue what to tell them.

I'm not in such great shape, either. I went out with Ainsley last week, to the Edgewater Grille, which was delicious, and she's been battling something off and on which has caused her to miss a lot of work. Subsequently, I got sick-sore throat, aches (much ameliorated by the simple expedient of "not sleeping on the damn couch every night"), slight runny nose. I am congested and my throat hurts like hell and everything tastes like phlegm. My number one priority is "not hacking up a lung". The Pains texted me to say she thinks she has the flu. I called in today, but if I miss any more work because of this, I shall kill her. The DayQuil is helping but not a whole lot; we used to have something with codeine in it, but Mom took it to Florida and finished it there.

(Incidentally, we have a fangirl. Wanda was all, "So Ainsley says sometimes you guys hang out together outside of work," and I said, yes, we do. Whereupon Wanda was all, "…can I come hang out with you?" Awww.)

Also, the garbage disposal is completely borked. We have some sort of magical under-the-sink leak going on, which I didn't find out about until a couple of nights ago, when I was just trying to clean up the kitchen, for God's sake. And then I got out the bread, and found that apparently our mouse woes are not over yet. I hope the little fucker asphyxiated on the plastic bread wrapper and died in agony. OH THE EXCITEMENTS, THEY NEVER STOP I TELL YOU.

Also also, I am trying not to become unduly paranoid about an abnormally dry patch of skin on my chest; I have dry skin, and it is probably angry with me because I keep pumicing it off and picking at it and unduly irritating it, so I'm trying to make myself leave it alone and see what happens. In all probability, it's just one of those rough patches you get for no apparent reason and then it goes away again as mysteriously as it came. I like that thought better than some of the alternatives. (See under "a little knowledge is a dangerous thing", apparently.)

(PS: I think I may also be getting conjunctivitis. Mom hasn't been home two hours and she told me she wasn't contagious. FOR FUCK'S SAKE.)
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Dicking about with the family tree produced some results that, whilst groovy if true, I completely do not believe. I rather suspect someone got their facts seriously wrong somewhere along the line. It is a good thing I found this out before I decided to go and rub potential Vikings in [livejournal.com profile] dethorats' face.

However, I can say this with a reasonable amount of confidence:

Y'are a baggage, the Slys are no rogues. Look in the chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror.

Still pretty groovy. :D
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First, a happy belated to [livejournal.com profile] uigenna (I'd write j00 a birfday haiku or something, but I was never good at that and the peanut gallery is on strike). Also, since it is now the 3rd, happy birthday to [livejournal.com profile] ebony_queen as well. :D

On the opposite end of the spectrum, we had word that my Great-Aunt Magdalene (maternal grandfather's older sister) died at 103 in North Carolina a day or two ago. We're not sure yet what the funeral arrangements are going to be; she had expressed a desire to be buried in Fort Wayne, but her children and grand children are all in NC. It seems strange to think that, of the 13 children my great-grandparents managed, only one is still alive.

[livejournal.com profile] augustuscaesar got me hooked on Goodreads, and richly deserves A SPANKING for this. I am now obsessively categorizing everything I have ever read in my life. Feel free to friend me there, if any of you happen to have one. Seriously, it is addictive; my tiny OCD brain has happily produced various concatenations of shelves. It will not come as a surprise to learn that there are shelves entirely devoted to samurai and classics.

Speaking of samurai, Stuff You Wanted lives up to its name by, indeed, carrying probably every chanbara flick I have ever wanted and possibly also some I didn't know existed, with English subtitles and Region 1 format. I keep caressing it longingly with my burning, myopic eyes, only to sternly remind myself, "CANNOT HAS. NOT URS."

Only tangentially related to samurai, I really need to finish my letter to H.


Apr. 5th, 2008 03:46 pm
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This first is peripherally inspired by [livejournal.com profile] tiye, though I have my own journal for the fappity-fap.

On familial resemblances )

Other stuff:
Behind the jump )
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The short list of things that have happened:
1.) I got back from Florida. I promise to post about that at some point. But that point is not tonight.
2.) Diane (one of my aunts) came down for the weekend, so it was nice to see her, since I haven't in quite some time. This did put a bit of a crimp in my VAST INT0RWEBZ SOCIAL LIFE etc, but oh well.
3.) I had a flat tire on my way to Corydon this morning, which resulted in my going to the tire shop instead of to work. Now I have new tires on all four wheels. WIN.
4.) Joy called and there was ventage.
5.) I am reading The Bamboo Sword and Other Samurai Tales by Fujisawa Shûhei. I'm about halfway through, but love this book. The ambience is gorgeous.


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