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PureDaily - Jan 4 2001
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created by PureDoxyk
(idea) by PureDoxyk C! Thu Jan 4 2001 at 16:40 utc
This is
my journal, not a
day log. It's here for
amusement purposes only, like the
platypus. If it
amuses you to read, add to, or
downvote my journals, have fun. I'd just prefer they
not get nuked.
January 4, 11:15 a.m.
Every year I get
so caught up in the
coolness of Christmas that I forget how much the
two or three months after it SUCK ASS.
Today is going to be a
slow fucking day at work, slow like
Christmas Eve. My
maid of
honor and possibly the
coolest person I know is coming to visit me today from
Boston. She and her
beau might actually be at my house
already. I could be hanging out with some of the
most awesome humans I've ever found, but no, I'm
noding.
"And though I once preferred a human being's company
They pale before the monolith that towers over me...." --TMBG
Okay, well, I'm getting
paid to node, technically, so I guess I can't say I got a
raw deal or anything. But still. I'd rather be
smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo, if you know what I mean. I guess I might as well
node something about
Cate, my awesome former maid of honor. And this is probably the
place to do it, since nobody reading a "normal" node will care one
fuck about Cate. Well, you should. If anybody's gonna
save the world, it's gonna be her.
Cate had the kind of
nightmare childhood that produces
superheroes. No-one else I know would even have
lived through what she did, but she, unlike
myriad peoples with much more
minor problems, wouldn't bitch about it if you
paid her. She has
no excuses, anywhere, for
anything she does. She
fought her way into
Harvard, and is currently
tearing it a new asshole. She's gotten scores on tests that have
set records,
participated in research projects that
no undergraduate has ever been allowed in--that sort of thing. She's
dating a very, very cool guy named
Glenn--he's a
raving genius too. Sometimes, you can imagine, it's hard to
keep up with them in a conversation. Good thing I never
get bored of hearing
things I don't know! Let's see...the
latest thing Cate and Glenn were involved in was landing an
internship to participate in the
first round of negotiations between
Ethiopia and an
independant tribe (whose name I can't pronounce, remember OR spell) that they've been warring with for
three millennia. Now
THAT'S an internship!
Cate's also a
healer; no shit. She's one of those
creepy people that can cure
plant diseases just by touching them; who can make you
feel better by feeding you a
tea she made up on the
spot, choosing her ingredients by
looking at you. She was the first person in my life to ever
cure one of my famous ass-kicking
migranes. (She's still the only one who can
stop one once it's started, but the recommendations she gave me for
keeping them at bay have worked great for two years now; I've had very few, comparatively). She's grown and
spliced plants and trees that have won
state awards, and no, she's never taken
classes in anything except
philosophy (where I met her) and
psychology.
But those aren't really the
impressive things about Cate, and I should get to those. In spite of the fact that I only attended the same school--hell, only
lived in the same state--as Cate for
one year, I have
never lost touch with her, nor she with me, and it's been
two years since then. I
refuse to lose track of Cate. And every time I've ever
talked to her about a favor, of any sort, the first and only words out of her mouth are, "What can I do?"
The most
amazing thing about Cate is that she bends over backwards for
absolutely anybody. She gives
cigarettes to beggars on the street, and spends
her free time doing volunteer work for
soup kitchens and
Rape Crisis Centers. Cate, in spite of her amazing self--or maybe because of it--never
thinks for a
second that there's anything better about her than
anybody, no matter how
low that anybody looks to be. And she doesn't ever think that she's
doing a favor from on high--she's
absolutely genuine, and you can believe that, coming from someone as
tried and jaded as me.
Cate
blows me away. She's the most
magickal person AND the most
human mage I've ever known.
And in a
scant six hours or so, I'll get to
see her again. Whee! My
soul is
drooling.
But the
single most astounding thing about her is this: She would write this
node, probably just like I did, but she would write it about
me. And she wouldn't understand, just like I wouldn't, why I'd want to write it about her. She calls us "
kin". I'm the
writer, but I don't have a word for it. I just call it
Cate.
--PKSC