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As I am about to become incredibly poor -- which I will explain in time -- it has become clear that certain luxuries I enjoy are now going to be financially unavailable to me. As such, they are now in the realm of things I would love to receive as gifts ( Read more... ) -
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Turns out spinning is a lot easier than I thought it would be. Now I just have to learn some smooth crochet moves to justify all my sweet, sweet yarn ( Read more... ) -
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it used to be
like a rail ran through me
shaking everything like doomsday
on the quarter hour;
not that frail echo now,
antique glass breaking, brittle,
bottom-heavy, long-overdue --
i do not want to know
that this thundering sickness,
that my minute brilliance
housed in a distant room,
rampant with decay,
that is to say, cured -- was only you. -
The days are just packed, not unlike my arteries.
If anyone ever told me I'd spend almost all of two and a half years with one person and never get sick of them, I would have shot at them on the spot. And by shot, I mean scoffed. But the main thing is, Joel and I have a blast together ( Read more... ) -
spare any sex change
HELP I'M BECOMING A WOMAN. At last.
I invested in a bunch of really crazy whacked out batt and a drop spindle, and we'll see how that goes. I just finished crocheting a hat:
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Joel's work switched his days around so that he had four days off and then worked ten, so I opted to take Monday and today off too. It's been a wonderfully relaxing little vacation, with no relatives to stress us out ( Read more... ) -
For this I thank the eloquence of others.
Between A General Theory of Love, the neurological look at emotions, and Clarence Brown and WS Merwin's translation of Osip Mandelstam's poetry, I have struck something of a personal revelation.
It occurred at the precise moment that I read this line:
Poetry, you put storms to good use.
In A General Theory of Love, I read a couple weeks ago the ( Read more... ) -
People make me sick
Coworker X, at lunch today, got into the Morale Committee's box of plastic plates and utensils to get a plate and fork for her lunch. We have a full set of ceramic and stainless steel dishes at our disposal.
Me: Hey, why are you using that?
X: I don't wanna wash my dishes...
Me: I will gladly wash your dishes if you just use the non-disposable ones.
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I love my family, but I hate them.
I went to visit my sister, who was living in a greenhouse filled with bees. Her bed was in the center, white linen and bamboo, on a dais surrounded by plants.
"That bastard stung me," she said, pointing to a burly black bee with less yellow markings than the others. "That one, right there."
"I'm sure he didn't mean to," I said.
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