Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
The kicker is the final sentence. Emotion without context is very hard to read.
Send the medicine where it needs to go with a polymer, stop the polymer activity with IR, COOL!
Pagan-Christian or Christian Pagan?
#OccupyVancouver is on twitter.
I recently quit facebook. (linked removed for safety) Your mileage may vary.
It’s hard not to. Also, because I am nuts, I wore it to church yesterday. There’s a little green eyeball on the top that stares back at God, so I thought it was appropriate.
I”m on the songwriting panel for tomorrow. At 11. AM
Mercury is – can we talk!? – a hot mess.
Urban decay (zombieland).
Nothing the McKennas didn’t know (hallucinogen research turns up interesting results).
http://edge.org/conversation/mc2011-history-violence-pinker
The women’s rights movement has seen an 80 percent reduction in rape since the early ’70s when it was put on the agenda as a feminist issue. There has also been a two-thirds decline in domestic violence, spousal abuse, or wife beating, and a 50 percent decline in husband beating. In the most extreme form of domestic violence, namely uxoricide and matricide, there’s been a decline both in the number of wives that are murdered by their husband’s and the number of husbands that have been murdered by their wives. In fact, the decrease is much more dramatic for husbands. Feminism has been very good to men, who are now much more likely to survive a marriage without getting murdered by their wives.
fuck the Conservatives. Fuck them, and every last whoreson who voted for them. http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/politics/ottawa-notebook/tories-slap-two-day-limit-on-debate-over-sweeping-crime-legislation/article2181592/?from=sec431
For pics like dis and tweets that mention that “Paul Giamatti won’t stop kicking the back of my chair” (from the Emmys).
Now I know I’m fighting something – I slept 11 hours last night.
http://www.thelocal.se/36150/20110915/
Stole a swing set? Get help, young moose!
I’m on vacation next week.
I intend to practice
Register for various events
Go for a labyrinth walk
Buy a new musical instrument
Get orthotics
Get my knees xrayed
Go to Wreck Beach at least once, depending on what the weather does
Go visit my parents
Research my October 9 and December 4 homilies
Taxes.
This last paycheck didn’t have my Mike payout on it… hope it’s at month end, what with OVFF and Vcon I am gonna need it.
Ziva’s in the shop. I won’t get her back until Friday, and in the meantime, I guess I have morphed into a muscle car fan, because this Toyota courtesy car is the most gutless (although biddable) piece of iron I’ve driven in quite a while.
Work is hilarious. I just schooled difficult individual; I was polite, I was thorough, and I made my opinion of him unmistakably clear. Well, why not, he told Tanya I sounded like I was on drugs. The only drug was the stench of his entitlement, but whatever.
Later…. the difficult customer got back and vented his ass on me. Only knowing that I have the recordings of his abuse of me and the other staff is preventing me from losing it.
We have hired a sound tech for church. Woot!
Rev Fred Cappuccino, one of the luminaries of Canadian humanitarianism AND Canadian Unitarianism, preached at church this morning on his view of Jesus. It was an AMAZING sermon; especially since a lot of it was a very extended quote from somebody else’s sermon. He did a meditation which moved me to tears and which he allowed me to scarf after the service. I shall TREASURE it, and I’ll post it when I re-type it. It’s a science fiction blessing! It’s amazing.
Had what I thought would be an exceedingly unpleasant conversation with a fellow congregant, which turned out not to be unpleasant. To truly say things with love is hard. I hope to get better at it.
AND it was the water ingathering, one of my favourite Unitarian rituals; I got up and poured water for Transition and Change, that being the kind of summer I had. Mike came back to work with me; Katie finally freed herself of the family she’d entangled herself with, both the kids got full time jobs, I committed to getting my back better and it’s already better; I committed to singing and playing as part of my every week schedule; I finally got to Wreck for the turning of the year; work changed, possibly for the better over the long haul; I shook most of my depression off; I realized that I’m not a gardener, but I can tend other things.
And there was a baby and there was a kitten, and there was a young married couple getting into the just married car, right on my street as I came home. I sang out, my heart full and a big smile on my face “Good luck” as I went by. Even if you don’t believe in God, it makes for some power in the morning.
My conscience didn’t let me go to another board meeting without carpooling. Vehicular independence is all very well but there’s no excuse when I live scant blocks from two of the other board members So Peggy and I went together in Ziva (I forced her to listen to Nancy Freeman on my car stereo boo hoo) and my reward was to have Tom materialize (scary, actually) next to Ziva when I dropped her off afterward with a container of frozen shrimp. I was told to share it with Paul but that will be no hardship – apparently his niece Kaitlyn is in town this weekend.
The meeting itself was very good. Everybody is so tired and overwhelmed but we work really well together and it was good to see.
Work, oh well. I hope today is better.