Once more, with feeling. And metaphor. And Dharma. “And what is it that you do, exactly?” Once more, the long-winded explanation of the intersection of technology, education, and culture that I find at the end of a twisty path. Once more the small (mildly apologetic) justifications for how/why I know the things I “know” (insofar…
Edit: I realized that the motivation for this post was buried in the middle of a REALLY long list of bullet points. It is this: “Found out that my feminist credentials had been revoked on account of high heels.” Is this a feminist life, with my chickens and my blog and my unpublished writing and…
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHZxV1AlJHA] And this is the picture once the door was installed:
I described this song as “not fluffy, but tough. And Canadian and rural… a lot like me, actually.” [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fT-aEcPgkuA] “And you, to whom adversity has dealt the final blow With smiling bastards lying to you everywhere you go Turn to, and put out all your strength of arm and heart and brain And like the…
In which the mystery of the dug-up seedlings on the deck is explained:
As I may have mentioned, I have spent much of the last 8 months immersed in marketing courses. There’s a knack to marketing, but it’s not rocket science… and I would know.(1) It makes perfect sense. Figure out what you have that’s worth selling, to whom, and how to find and contact those people that…
I swear I will get back to prose some day. But the poems are waking me up. So I write them down. Sometimes, The Wind Sometimes when I leave my home Triumphant, With six things perfectly balanced, The door is torn from my hand And I rail. The wind, the wind! It is a character…
The Dawn of Understanding (I Hope) At the point of urgency, The call to action, When I Know that Everything I’ve done until Now Has been mere Preparation for this Moment It happens that I Stop. And I realize that Those moments of mere Preparation, were (in their time) the Most Important Thing.
This is written on the wall of my office. “Violence diminishes us.” It is a hammer where a scalpel is required. Or a suture. Or a feather. It is almost never what is called for. There is a pull to violence in us. Our egos offer this command on a regular basis: “This world is…
I went on a meditation semi-retreat this weekend. (That is, we went and studied/meditated all day, and then went home in between.) Like all my experiences of retreat, it was a lot like getting sandblasted. Gently. At the end of the first day, I went home and I cried. I felt so lonely, and I…
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