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Nov. 14th, 2013 04:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gwydion* Eight people were trampled as a desperate crowd stormed a rice warehouse in the Philippines. Being literally starving, they took everything. Storms have caused deadly delays to food and water shipments. People are literally dying. The Philippine Military was unable to establish order early in the crisis as local government was wiped out in the worse hit areas and continuing storms made it hard to get units in place given the shortage of appropriate transport to get in and out safely given the condirions. This means people ended up looting and attacking civilian aid transport in areas where people were literally dying from lack of food and water. US transports have arrived, joining more local forces from places like Australia, which were not hit and have infrastructure intact and modern military. There is some hope that military escort will make it possible for civilian aid to start going where it needs to go. Things are desperate and the death till keeps rising.
Red Cross: http://www.redcross.org.ph/donate
World Food Program: https://www.wfp.org/donate/typhoon
Doctors without Borders: http://www.doctorswithoutborders.org/donate/overview.cfm?ref=main-menu
* John Boehner taped lying to two young teenaged girls in a diner about Immigration Reform:
* Congratulations on Marriage Equality, Hawaii!!
* So the Move just took on a whole other level of complexity. I met the floor crew this morning. Really early as they called to ask if they could start significantly earlier than expected. Crew leader was one of the ubiquitous middle aged Ukrainian men who do a whole lot of maintenance and contracting around here, with two assistants, one clearly a younger Ukrainian immigrant and the other a woman with an American accent which count mean anything. They got to work quickly and I left it to them. Their manager called a while later to report scary stuff wrong with the foundation. The reports were a bit baffling as they couldn't guess where the water was coming from, nor tell how many units were also taking on water. I called the Association to alert them to the issue, then called the Floor people for further elaboration as I had had time to think up more questions. The association management lady came to look with me and was also alarmed. (It's all three exterior walls, which makes less sense than you think as if it were water running down the sides of the building leaking in, it wouldn't be in my patio side bed room, since it's very sheltered. If it were coming up through the cracks, most of the water would be in Squirrel's room and it would better correspond to where the massive cracks are). It's a puzzler and she took lots of pictures to pass on to their contractor. The good news is, odds are it will be mostly paid for by the association. The bad news is, something appears to be seriously wrong with the building and I have no idea when we get to move in. Good thing I have not given notice here, even though I expected to be out by the end of December.
At least it's not Amy Pond's crack, as we were not sucked into it, and did not retroactively cease to exist.
* After all the drama, Squirrel and I went to see an afternoon showing of Thor. Mr. Hiddleston acted the shit out of Loki. It was like a river, with chaotic glints of light and the vague shapes of stones and fish moving under the water, surface and depth and reflection. We loved that it was impossible to tell which if any of the expressions were real emotions, or were none of them. The perfection of it, the way the movie reads so many different ways depending on which way one reads him, all plausible and all possibly lies. Delicious. Virtuoso. I never had any interest in the Thor comics. As a child, I was uncomfortable with someone's religion being used like that. I had no interest in seeing the first movie, but word of mouth convinced me to go after all. I am not sorry. I think Marvel was terribly clever to bring in heavy hitters like Idris Elba and Sir Anthony Hopkins to lend the acting weight and give what might have been silly action fluff Shakespearean dimensions. This pays off particularly well in this film, I think. Oh, the action sequences are gorgeous, and the film moves surprisingly fast for something of it's length, but fundamentally, it's the quality of of the acting from those inhabiting parts big and small that makes it all work.
* ...And now I officially have Con Crud. I have Con Crud bad enough that I had to go back to bed an hour or so after dinner. "Bjorn to be Wild" Jason comes for lunch Friday. I really need not to be coughing my lungs out when he arrives, as cancelling might look like cowardice.
Red Cross: http://www.redcross.org.ph/donate
World Food Program: https://www.wfp.org/donate/typhoon
Doctors without Borders: http://www.doctorswithoutborders.org/donate/overview.cfm?ref=main-menu
* John Boehner taped lying to two young teenaged girls in a diner about Immigration Reform:
* Congratulations on Marriage Equality, Hawaii!!
* So the Move just took on a whole other level of complexity. I met the floor crew this morning. Really early as they called to ask if they could start significantly earlier than expected. Crew leader was one of the ubiquitous middle aged Ukrainian men who do a whole lot of maintenance and contracting around here, with two assistants, one clearly a younger Ukrainian immigrant and the other a woman with an American accent which count mean anything. They got to work quickly and I left it to them. Their manager called a while later to report scary stuff wrong with the foundation. The reports were a bit baffling as they couldn't guess where the water was coming from, nor tell how many units were also taking on water. I called the Association to alert them to the issue, then called the Floor people for further elaboration as I had had time to think up more questions. The association management lady came to look with me and was also alarmed. (It's all three exterior walls, which makes less sense than you think as if it were water running down the sides of the building leaking in, it wouldn't be in my patio side bed room, since it's very sheltered. If it were coming up through the cracks, most of the water would be in Squirrel's room and it would better correspond to where the massive cracks are). It's a puzzler and she took lots of pictures to pass on to their contractor. The good news is, odds are it will be mostly paid for by the association. The bad news is, something appears to be seriously wrong with the building and I have no idea when we get to move in. Good thing I have not given notice here, even though I expected to be out by the end of December.
At least it's not Amy Pond's crack, as we were not sucked into it, and did not retroactively cease to exist.
* After all the drama, Squirrel and I went to see an afternoon showing of Thor. Mr. Hiddleston acted the shit out of Loki. It was like a river, with chaotic glints of light and the vague shapes of stones and fish moving under the water, surface and depth and reflection. We loved that it was impossible to tell which if any of the expressions were real emotions, or were none of them. The perfection of it, the way the movie reads so many different ways depending on which way one reads him, all plausible and all possibly lies. Delicious. Virtuoso. I never had any interest in the Thor comics. As a child, I was uncomfortable with someone's religion being used like that. I had no interest in seeing the first movie, but word of mouth convinced me to go after all. I am not sorry. I think Marvel was terribly clever to bring in heavy hitters like Idris Elba and Sir Anthony Hopkins to lend the acting weight and give what might have been silly action fluff Shakespearean dimensions. This pays off particularly well in this film, I think. Oh, the action sequences are gorgeous, and the film moves surprisingly fast for something of it's length, but fundamentally, it's the quality of of the acting from those inhabiting parts big and small that makes it all work.
* ...And now I officially have Con Crud. I have Con Crud bad enough that I had to go back to bed an hour or so after dinner. "Bjorn to be Wild" Jason comes for lunch Friday. I really need not to be coughing my lungs out when he arrives, as cancelling might look like cowardice.