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I don't know why I can't seem to write a coherent post, lately. Or then again, maybe all my posts since the beginning have been incoherent and I'm just now noticing. Yes, that's probably the case. So, because so many people seem to be posting about their dreams, lately, I present you with this dream from last night, a rather pointless tale of murder and catastrophy.
My little brothers were about 9 and 11 years old (in real life they are only younger than me by 6 and 4 years, but often in my dreams they are kids - I think they represent 'people I have to take care of') and I was getting ready to send them off to school. I was giving them a little talk about what to do if there was an earthquake or tornado because there had been lots of both, ridiculous amounts, and other freak storms and such happening. At some point (before or after I sent the boys off to school I really don't know, now) I met up with Rashid.
In real life Rashid was a nice kid I worked with a few years ago, an excellent computer tech, and another person I felt rather big-sisterly toward (as I do toward many guys I've worked with). In the dream he was studying the unprecedented amount of earthquake activity, in a rather dingy little workshop. In the workshop next to his was Mahamoud, who was studying the meterological phenomena - he was convinced they were related to the earthquakes. (And no, I don't know a Mahamoud in real life.) On the other side of Rashid's workshop was another shop with yet a third young Arabic guy who was working on something else related.
This other guy who I didn't really get to know was the first to be killed (perhaps that had already happened and that was why I don't recall his name?). The place was soon inundated by people investigating, among them one of the Suits from the airport I work at in real life, our law enforcement liason. He (or someone in the crowd) said this murder was Al Quaida's doing. I couldn't imagine why Al Quaida would kill an Arabic guy who was working on research that would help everyone - because everyone, globally, was threatened by the storms and earthquakes (& the maybe something else which the other guy was working on?). But, I was worried for the other two guys, and it wasn't long before Mahamoud was also killed. I found the body, and couldn't bear to look at his face, I knew it was him. Now I was terrified for Rashid. As I went to speak with him, he walked toward me, and stepped on a tack with his bare foot. I was immediately sure the tack would be poisoned, and began searching the carpet for it, and then saw white powder on the floor. That was the point where I woke up.
I'm currently reading "The Mandala of Sherlock Holmes: The Adventures of the Great Detective in India and Tibet," by Jamyang Norbu. For some reason the hardcover edition was published under the title, "Sherlock Holmes: The Missing Years." The back cover blurbs also say Jamyang Norbu is a much-celebrated author from Tibet, which (if true) is Good and Right. It's excellent so far, and uses some characters from Kipling's "Kim." (Hurree Chunder Mookerjee and Captain Strickland, if you happen to remember them at all.) This makes me happy, even though I was not a huge fan of "Kim." I was a huge huge fan of The Jungle Book (I read my copy to death) and Just So Stories (the reading of which belonged to my father - it was a special wonderfulness to hear them read aloud by him), but I found "Kim" quite dull and often incomprehensible. I should probably re-read it at some point, or some of the related stories, see if I can't get my head around it better, now.
I don't recall if I said, but "Tintin in the New World: A Romance" did turn out to be a romance, in one sense. As soon as he killed off the boyfriend of the woman he was after she left him, but the two background character guys who always argued, THEY turned out to be the romance. I mean, I sensed it in the pit of my slashy soul - they lived to argue with each other - but was wonderfully gratified to see it actually done, I didn't think the author actually would do that.:)
I guess this is enough rambling. There wasn't much to talk about from work. Oh, wait, one thing did happen...
I might have mentioned that as we all were leaving last night Mainertoo was coming in to work. We were all confused, because why would the call someone in when they'd been trying to get rid of us all day? Well, as of today he's working that overnight shift. No reason has been given to us as to why, out of the blue, he's suddenly on this shift. My first reaction was "Somebody must have gotten fired last night." Or possibly quit. It wasn't TY, she was in today. Nor was it RS (the furry hat guy), because he answered the phone last night, so he was still there. Dave Not-Here and Stadtler the Mole-Hunter were both off last night, so it doesn't seem likely it was them. I'm just baffled.
This reticence is just so typical of our management, and so damned annoying. A month or so ago when an AM screener was in the hospital with whooping cough (having cracked some ribs from it before she realized she needed help) she called in and told the Suits to let people know where she was and why, and told them to spread the word to the other screeners because whooping cough is contagious and she wanted other people to know the symptoms so they could get help before the cracked ribs. Right after she called the Suits came in to our inbriefing and told us they couldn't tell us anything about where she was or why. Now, apparently this is because it's illegal, now, to release any information about someone's medical condition. But. A) She'd asked for the information to be released. and B) It was a contagious disease. For heaven's sakes, isn't there some leaway in this law for dealing with public health issues?
My little brothers were about 9 and 11 years old (in real life they are only younger than me by 6 and 4 years, but often in my dreams they are kids - I think they represent 'people I have to take care of') and I was getting ready to send them off to school. I was giving them a little talk about what to do if there was an earthquake or tornado because there had been lots of both, ridiculous amounts, and other freak storms and such happening. At some point (before or after I sent the boys off to school I really don't know, now) I met up with Rashid.
In real life Rashid was a nice kid I worked with a few years ago, an excellent computer tech, and another person I felt rather big-sisterly toward (as I do toward many guys I've worked with). In the dream he was studying the unprecedented amount of earthquake activity, in a rather dingy little workshop. In the workshop next to his was Mahamoud, who was studying the meterological phenomena - he was convinced they were related to the earthquakes. (And no, I don't know a Mahamoud in real life.) On the other side of Rashid's workshop was another shop with yet a third young Arabic guy who was working on something else related.
This other guy who I didn't really get to know was the first to be killed (perhaps that had already happened and that was why I don't recall his name?). The place was soon inundated by people investigating, among them one of the Suits from the airport I work at in real life, our law enforcement liason. He (or someone in the crowd) said this murder was Al Quaida's doing. I couldn't imagine why Al Quaida would kill an Arabic guy who was working on research that would help everyone - because everyone, globally, was threatened by the storms and earthquakes (& the maybe something else which the other guy was working on?). But, I was worried for the other two guys, and it wasn't long before Mahamoud was also killed. I found the body, and couldn't bear to look at his face, I knew it was him. Now I was terrified for Rashid. As I went to speak with him, he walked toward me, and stepped on a tack with his bare foot. I was immediately sure the tack would be poisoned, and began searching the carpet for it, and then saw white powder on the floor. That was the point where I woke up.
I'm currently reading "The Mandala of Sherlock Holmes: The Adventures of the Great Detective in India and Tibet," by Jamyang Norbu. For some reason the hardcover edition was published under the title, "Sherlock Holmes: The Missing Years." The back cover blurbs also say Jamyang Norbu is a much-celebrated author from Tibet, which (if true) is Good and Right. It's excellent so far, and uses some characters from Kipling's "Kim." (Hurree Chunder Mookerjee and Captain Strickland, if you happen to remember them at all.) This makes me happy, even though I was not a huge fan of "Kim." I was a huge huge fan of The Jungle Book (I read my copy to death) and Just So Stories (the reading of which belonged to my father - it was a special wonderfulness to hear them read aloud by him), but I found "Kim" quite dull and often incomprehensible. I should probably re-read it at some point, or some of the related stories, see if I can't get my head around it better, now.
I don't recall if I said, but "Tintin in the New World: A Romance" did turn out to be a romance, in one sense. As soon as he killed off the boyfriend of the woman he was after she left him, but the two background character guys who always argued, THEY turned out to be the romance. I mean, I sensed it in the pit of my slashy soul - they lived to argue with each other - but was wonderfully gratified to see it actually done, I didn't think the author actually would do that.:)
I guess this is enough rambling. There wasn't much to talk about from work. Oh, wait, one thing did happen...
I might have mentioned that as we all were leaving last night Mainertoo was coming in to work. We were all confused, because why would the call someone in when they'd been trying to get rid of us all day? Well, as of today he's working that overnight shift. No reason has been given to us as to why, out of the blue, he's suddenly on this shift. My first reaction was "Somebody must have gotten fired last night." Or possibly quit. It wasn't TY, she was in today. Nor was it RS (the furry hat guy), because he answered the phone last night, so he was still there. Dave Not-Here and Stadtler the Mole-Hunter were both off last night, so it doesn't seem likely it was them. I'm just baffled.
This reticence is just so typical of our management, and so damned annoying. A month or so ago when an AM screener was in the hospital with whooping cough (having cracked some ribs from it before she realized she needed help) she called in and told the Suits to let people know where she was and why, and told them to spread the word to the other screeners because whooping cough is contagious and she wanted other people to know the symptoms so they could get help before the cracked ribs. Right after she called the Suits came in to our inbriefing and told us they couldn't tell us anything about where she was or why. Now, apparently this is because it's illegal, now, to release any information about someone's medical condition. But. A) She'd asked for the information to be released. and B) It was a contagious disease. For heaven's sakes, isn't there some leaway in this law for dealing with public health issues?