Just when you think it's hopeless (part 1) and Sometimes it really does seem hopeless (part 2)
Work sucks but then Bruce comes over and suggests I could "spice up the FYI with an update on Ballard every week." [eta: This made me laugh loudly, as intended. He has the best dry humor of anyone in this place.]
It's intensely frustrating that work bs has to obscure the pleasure of working with such funny, intelligent people.
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In other news, you should know about the Violence Against Women Act. You should go read about it hear on this other blog Twisty Faster vs the Patriarch on VAWA. You should be careful not to scroll down her main blog page if you are not ready to see a photo documenting her breast cancer biopsy the other day. bri8an, I am specifically posting this because there is a strong concern for native women and the blog entry cites NativeTimes. Did you (not just Brian but everyone) know that 1 in 3 Indian women are raped? I did not. I am flat-out disgusted to realize, understand, begin to crack the shiny pretty surface that our completely shameful behavior toward native American people carries on to this day. I have to admit I'm not surprised. I'm confused and frustrated and feel like it's not a part of my life.
I'm thinking that smallstages deals with people like me who've not gone through this realization all the time. How do we make this understanding and constant work toward better society for us all without getting overwhelmed? Wait, I think I might know the answer for me. Keep going to therapy but also run, run hard. I run harder when the news is on and I know I'm making myself strong to fight the bastards in power.
I have been thinking a lot about free time, time for ourselves. Also about my class. But these are going to have to be on the "later" list because I have other things on the "now" list.
Forgive me in advance if I have said something stupid here? My writing teacher suggested that everyone just say the word "disclaimer" before reading aloud--though there were so few disclaimers in class on Tuesday--to save the time, the unbearable stretch of moments listening to the hemming and hawing and seeming to fish for support disclaimers you get before sharing your work. Wouldn't you rather listen to the hum of the fluorescent lights?
disclaimer disclaimer disclaimer!
It's intensely frustrating that work bs has to obscure the pleasure of working with such funny, intelligent people.
--
In other news, you should know about the Violence Against Women Act. You should go read about it hear on this other blog Twisty Faster vs the Patriarch on VAWA. You should be careful not to scroll down her main blog page if you are not ready to see a photo documenting her breast cancer biopsy the other day. bri8an, I am specifically posting this because there is a strong concern for native women and the blog entry cites NativeTimes. Did you (not just Brian but everyone) know that 1 in 3 Indian women are raped? I did not. I am flat-out disgusted to realize, understand, begin to crack the shiny pretty surface that our completely shameful behavior toward native American people carries on to this day. I have to admit I'm not surprised. I'm confused and frustrated and feel like it's not a part of my life.
I'm thinking that smallstages deals with people like me who've not gone through this realization all the time. How do we make this understanding and constant work toward better society for us all without getting overwhelmed? Wait, I think I might know the answer for me. Keep going to therapy but also run, run hard. I run harder when the news is on and I know I'm making myself strong to fight the bastards in power.
I have been thinking a lot about free time, time for ourselves. Also about my class. But these are going to have to be on the "later" list because I have other things on the "now" list.
Forgive me in advance if I have said something stupid here? My writing teacher suggested that everyone just say the word "disclaimer" before reading aloud--though there were so few disclaimers in class on Tuesday--to save the time, the unbearable stretch of moments listening to the hemming and hawing and seeming to fish for support disclaimers you get before sharing your work. Wouldn't you rather listen to the hum of the fluorescent lights?
disclaimer disclaimer disclaimer!