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Fin.
It's when I close my eyes that I may see more clearly,
and the glow of a screen detracts from that severely.
So an open tomb, wound, womb
for future reflection
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Hairtears.
OMG, jobhunt, OMG. A jillion good prospects popped up today (this equates to about five openings that I would really like to work), and for some reason my drawing abilities are suddenly trash. Perseverance is key ( Read more... ) -
All that money and still no results where it counts
Meg Whitman, you useless cunt; I already thought you sucked, but goddamn you Ebay megamonster governor wannabe-how can you send me your campaign flyers, that are bilingual in a language even my mother can't understand?
Sheesh, at least make your committee do some proper fucking research. -
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I can feel my blood boil. Sometimes spending so much of your life investing in something you believe in, only to realize you can only ride on a belief so far. The most disturbing situation is to separate this belief from knowledge-there is a gray area there, and that's where the danger lies. -
On the homefront...
I went to Stitches West, and wish I had arrived earlier! 2 hours was only enough time to look over a third of the booths, if I remember correctly. It is definitely worth browsing for a $6-$8 entry fee, and I was amazed at the array of beautiful yarn and fiber and patterns. Much of it very inspiring, and many places I'd never even heard of are ( Read more... ) -
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I live! Somewhere.
I guess there is nothing to report. I've been pining after a niddy noddy lately, now that I've started spinning with a bit more fervor, but to choose an appropriate size (that would accommodate copious amounts of yarn in the future and little now) has finally led me to decide on the homemade PVC version. I do love a hand-turned ( Read more... ) -
Everywhere I look is an open road.
Whenever I travel, if for over a week
whether on foot or by thumb or by car, train, or plane
I remember the pull of technology's weak
and playing on computer's are a waste of my brain
A strange endless cycle I'm going to break
a trail of breadcrumbs to leave in my wake
Not hiatus, no, but other places to see
and things to do, and places to pee...
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I think I'm going to throw up...
It's like a train wreck, right? I'm horrified, but I can't look away . . . -
Rites of Summer, Rambling
There are no more rats in my life.
Kingdok, glorious Kingdok, saw her final day yesterday. She gasped quietly to death. She was two and a half years, not bad.
What makes it so remarkable, I suppose, is I've had her since she was barely weaned (or not even weaned, yet), that she survived accidentally getting squished between the coils of the couch ( Read more... )
