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These Dreams ...
I returned home tired from last night and slept for an hour ... I dreamed about Toby. His clumsy, pudgy little hands and his little voice, his little laugh, all of it. I kept passing out in the dream, fainting over and trying desperately to reach him - he was crying in another room. I kept waking from the faint and begging for help to stand up so I ( Read more... ) -
Wiser men than I.
I should refresh myself with Stoic wisdom more often ... lessons I relearn often come at a terrible price, and constant study and examination of my decisions would free up much emotional currency ( Read more... ) -
Oh!
My ears are coming along great. I'm at 4 gauge now, and FaraTa thinks we can go up to 0 next time! Yayyy! And I'll also take my septum up to 8 gauge, eventually 4 gauge, and get a nice tusk. I am looking at some really nice carved amber pieces, and if I can have a labret made out of it was well, I'll get started on that process. I still haven't got ( Read more... ) -
It is always better to avenge dear ones than to indulge in mourning.
I miss my son more than I have ever missed anyone - and I loathe his mother for taking him from me. The catch is that I cannot avenge him without hurting him, so I am trapped, and have no other choice but to mourn, hotly and frequently and uncontrollably ( Read more... ) -
Monday Afternoon ...
I drove Ming, Kiki, and Toby up to the Rose Garden and walked them down to the ampitheater, which, as it is winter, was empty. Other parks drew consideration, having vast expanses of level lawn, but this place formed a bowl backed by solid juniper shrubs on the flat side and a smooth arc formed of giant steps split by stairs down the middle ( Read more... ) -
Where's my Bromo-Seltzer?
I took a lot of entries down, spanning roughly from April to October. Basically, I did this at Jules's request the last time we got back together. I am not proud of myself for acceding to this demand and going against my own moral stance against censorship ( Read more... ) -
Die Steine selbst, so schwer sie sind, die Steine!
Next Friday begins orientation, OSHA-10 classes, and a piss-test for my masonry apprenticeship. After, I will interview with a series of masters, who will determine under which master I will apprentice. I am very pleased that the process is moving forward. It was a tremendous hassle gathering documentation for the thing - for example, obtaining my ( Read more... ) -
Sigh ... Olbermann.
"Sarah Palin needs a little sumfin-sumfin here."
-Keith Olbermann
Eli and I just exchanged wide-eyed looks and burst out laughing.
Oh, this is kind of awesome - I got asked out today. Nice! Am I doing this? Uh, yeah! She's about, uh, 8'7" and pretty damn cute. -
Dynamite!
You fucking lost, now have some goddamn self-respect and shut the fuck up. You should be embarrassed that you're what, 27, and posting fucking song lyrics on your fucking blog about being a fucking lonely girl. How can you not see how fucking hilarious this is to me? What, you think I'm going to see this insipid display of pain you're putting on ( Read more... ) -
Poll Tax
Today apparently marks 44 years since the end of the poll tax - essentially, you had to pay a tax to vote, and Southern states used this to keep Black folks from voting. Now we see a new sort of poll tax happening in the form of ten-hour lines at polling places. If you want to vote, you pay a poll tax in the form of a lost day's wages.
I would love ( Read more... )