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Seen a few places, including supergee's LJ:

Today, November 20th, 2004, we take time to remember those who have died at the hand of anti-transgender violence -- including the twenty-one who have perished since last November 20th.

Just as it was them, so could it be any of us -- and this is why we stand in their memory. It is only though unity -- through the sheer force of numbers -- that we can stem this tide of violence.

We stand as one to say, "no more!"

Further information here.

Some of the people I love are transpeople. May it never be them. May it never be anyone, ever again.

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I quit my job. I'm pretty happy about it. More later. My loves are taking me out for coffee.

The promised "more later".

The hours/schedule were great (two days a week, in the middle of the night, and then five days off). The potential benefits were great (health benefits would've started in 90 days; flight discounts in 6 months; etc.). I was really hoping it would be perfect.

But.

The work was grueling, backbreaking stuff that was giving me a new, non-trivial injury every day. That part I was dealing with pretty well, if not liking it. The work was hard. Really hard. That part I dealt with just fine.

Then the nightmares. Then the two days of depression (I think that's what it was) when I was clearly not sick, but also clearly not able to make myself get up and do a damn thing. Then the day of sheer dread of the upcoming shift.

Fuck it. I promised myself years ago that I would never stay at a job I hated, and I never have until now. If I needed the money as badly as I did a few months ago, I would keep working there until I found something else, but I have a little money put away to hold me over until I'm working again. I also have some time to spend making a home business a reality, and I'm gonna grab that (while probably going back to temping at least part-time once Thanksgiving has come and gone).

I'm happy with my choice. As soon as I knew I was going to quit, a weight just lifted, and I've been so very happy and *myself* for the past few hours that I just know I did the right thing.

Thanks, everyone.

As I just said to stonebender:

"toasted olive bread, roasted elephant garlic, some good olive oil, and a little salt. Life is good."

Hey, foodies! Hey, klwalton!

If I were to buy (or check out of the library) just one Madhur Jaffrey cookbook (at least to start with), which would you recommend?

Pear tart thingy

This recipe worked great the first time (for game night) and not so great the second time (for the lesbian book club -- it burned). But it was yummy both times, if you didn't eat the bottom layer the second time.