I'll take the Swiss Parliament any day, with its wood and simple stone contours.
I do like that gold is malleable. Things should be malleable. People should be malleable. Feelings should be malleable. Operating systems should be malleable. Even cacti should be malleable--but if you over-water them, they rot.
The local community of Farmers Branch is not malleable. They tried to pass un-sustainable local laws to exclude undocumented workers, at great cost and with resounding lack of success. A news article suggests that discovery in a slightly different legal case indicates that landlords exclude potential tenants based on visible tattoos or less conventional piercings or multiple earrings.
I have some sympathy with a fear of renting to putative gang tenants, but the idea that a tattoo or an extra piercing makes one automatically an undesirable or a gang member is a bit hard to understand. I have never pierced or tattooed anything, and would be rather unlikely to do so in the future. Yet surely that's a personal choice, and not an item affecting a residential tenancy. I suppose there might be a cachet--"I got a simple tattoo on my arm, and now I'm an OG", but it all eludes me a bit.
I found the Microsoft help site for Windows Service Pack 3. I am hopeful it will be able to help me, as the PC Restore did not restore but further crashed my system. Meanwhile, I am learning new words like Ubuntu and WINE and Linspire. If I were a cactus, I'd feel lovingly parched by a friendly sun.
I can hardly wait until my custom-designed holiday cards arrive in the mail. I can hardly wait until I can make music with my computer again. I can hardly wait until I can hear verian's music once more.
I am a frothy joy of hardly waiting.
Did you ever feel as if you were on the verge of a burst of learning and joy? That's how I feel now.