mainstream
activist gig
what was it I was doing again?
by the bed
The Stupidest Angel by Christopher Moore (audiobook)
on the needles
ravelry
in my head
stache addict
their lives
lonck
ninja journalist
red head press
colleen anne
the cunning james
inky knits
newsbug
d'wan's brain
woollywormhead
skeinspotting
elysse
high vark
gringa.org
the capacious hold-all
me(ish)
abbie the cat
no impact man
starting from scratch
stitch 'n bitch army
the gogok
knitting knurse
gambling & whoring
robiewankenobie
can't sit still
miss knit
knits and pieces
magic knitter
sweet little domestic life
starfallz
transference of addiction
knittinology
danadana
currently stalking
amanda palmer
clarine harp
brenda dayne
franklin habit
stephanie pearl-mcphee
tim ralphs
ikea dreams
1 mandal bed
1 mandal wardrobe
1 ethel rund shower curtain
me like-y!
male contraceptives
another
girl @ play
melanie mauer
photography
le cadavre
exquis
unamerican activities
christmas resistance
all about my vagina
voluntary human extinction movement
Honorary Kiwi
did I do that?
The AntiCraft
nz in 2003
life
with nadja
wish
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Transformation
"The important point is that transformation is not acquisition; rather, it is loss. We do not pick up new tools for living first; we first abandon what has served us so far, and in that moment between abandoning what has brought us this far and stepping into a new vessel is a moment of profound terror and joy."— Cary Tennis
Labels: advice
thus proclaimeth the Zabet 2:54 PM 0 comment(s)
Desire
"Go easy on yourself is one suggestion. Admit that you are not in charge, that your desires are bigger than you. Observe that moving and changing jobs and changing bars did not eliminate the condition of desire. That is because desire does not inhere in conditions or locations. It is in you; it is your desire. It is yours. Own it."— Cary Tennis
Labels: advice, self-indulgent
thus proclaimeth the Zabet 1:57 PM 0 comment(s)
Spring
I have shaken off winter and the lurgy. I've got that annoying Spring in my step. I feel... perky. Ready. My head and my heart are full of beautiful noise. I'm a Dragon, this is my year. Time to start getting shit done. Expect great things.thus proclaimeth the Zabet 3:04 PM 0 comment(s)
Primal Wounds
"...I like to think that all of us have one or a few primal wounds, be they sharp, hot, cringeworthy humiliations in class or on a sports field, or scoldings by a parent, or awful scenes witnessed, or periods of visitations by terrifying images, or nightmares, or illnesses or abandonment or any number of such things in childhood and early life: Primal wounds, perceived threats to our existence, experiences that caused us to shut down or diverge from our true nature, to hide, to begin repetitive or addictive actions to shunt the mind away from awareness, to adopt beliefs that are patently untrue but serve to shortcut our thinking away from what we cannot accept about ourselves … the ways we are warped are myriad and probably as infinite as the infinite possibilities of human personality: Each one of us has things we hide, things we are ashamed of, things we will not tell anyone, things we have done that are against our nature and against our teaching, times we lashed out, times we were out of control and did not understand how we could do what we did.These things vary in scope and size, of course, and certain abuses repeated over a long period of time are fundamentally different in their effect from momentary events. But I like to think of them all as wounds because that gives us some hope, and it democratizes the arena of pain, so that we do not slight the person with seemingly insignificant traumas nor do we fill with hopelessness the person who has survived unimaginable horrors. The point is that we can all make progress. We can all move forward through sensations and memories that we do not understand; we can all make our way forward however strange things get.
For that is our nature as humans: to be actors in plays we don’t understand and have not rehearsed, to be mere passengers in bodies that run off without us, that shout or strike out or submit without our knowing, that perform puzzling acts without our consent. At times, in fact, living as humans with minds and bodies and memories, it can feel like we are mere landlords; we have as little to say over what we do and what happens to us and within us as a landlord does over his unruly tenants."
—Cary Tennis
Labels: advice
thus proclaimeth the Zabet 2:48 PM 0 comment(s)
De-Hoarding
Two bags of stuff from the hallway sorted into:- yarn/roving et accoutrements
- sewing/embroidery et accoutrements
- fabric
- electronics (gadgets, adapters, cables)
- Goodwill donations
- stuff I need to mail to people
- trash
w00t!
Labels: house
thus proclaimeth the Zabet 10:23 PM 0 comment(s)
Hoarding, Part II
Prioritize this, bitches.
:)
Labels: house
thus proclaimeth the Zabet 3:44 PM 2 comment(s)
A solution that is also a problem.
"When I [used to] talk to my grandparents, they never thought that work was something that gave you meaning – it was just the way you put the roof over your head. But suddenly in the boomer generation, you have a very different way of thinking about work: It’s to be valuable, meaningful, honorable, enjoyable, a source of identity. That has now become a kind of standard for the way we think work should be."— Katherine Newman
Labels: advice
thus proclaimeth the Zabet 2:30 PM 0 comment(s)
Hoarding
I'm a quite disappointed and a little freaked out by my inability to get my house together over the two weeks I had off from work. Some of it can be explained away by needing to catch up on sleep, or the wonderful fact that I had so many people want to spend time with me, but I think it all still boils down to me Not Making It A Priority. And it needs to be A Priority.I'm not a hoarder, but watching those shows and hearing how nearly every person had the death of a loved one trigger them over the edge scares the fuck out of me. I could be that person in about two seconds, I think. I am that close to the raggedy edge.
"God grant me the serenity to reorganize the things I need, the courage to toss the things I don't, and the wisdom to know the difference."
Labels: hard truth, house
thus proclaimeth the Zabet 3:56 PM 0 comment(s)
Chap Henry (aka No Pressure Or Anything, Tim)
"Plunge into that. Make that your lifeline for now. Do whatever it takes to magnify and enhance those thoughts. Draw them. Make cartoons of them. Write dialogue. Create characters who act out these life options. Make a collage. Find photos and artwork and articles that relate to these life options and tape them onto a big piece of paper. Visualize these life options. Just spend time thinking about them. Write about it. Talk about it. Make it real to yourself. Live there. Spend some time living in this new life. At least in your mind. It will cheer you up. You’ll enjoy it. There’s no law against it. It will help.It might not cure your depression right away, but it will help. It will be a refuge."
— Cary Tennis
Labels: advice
thus proclaimeth the Zabet 11:03 AM 0 comment(s)
On "Never"
"A part of us, of course, likes the sound of 'never.' A part of us clings to it. And inasmuch as it allows us to feel the complete depth of the shock, it serves a purpose; it is poetic language. It is dramatic language. It indicates severity, or degree.But beware the effect of such pronouncements, because they also work as prophecy. So find more poetic language, if you can; say that the depth of it is tearing you apart, that you feel devastated. You may need some kind of catharsis. Catharsis means working through. In fact, come to think of it, catharsis may be exactly what you need."
—Cary Tennis
thus proclaimeth the Zabet 9:11 AM 0 comment(s)
My Dad: The Gift That Keeps On Giving
Yesterday I entered a contest about holiday traditions with the story of Thanksgiving Day Massacre and won a bison roast. Thanks, Dad! Strange that you should be able to get me a gift this year; the shipping must have been super expensive from wherever you are.I love you. I miss you.
thus proclaimeth the Zabet 12:07 PM 0 comment(s)
Sorry
No matter how nice your other parent or step-parents may be, car shopping without your dad really sucks.Labels: mourning
thus proclaimeth the Zabet 7:21 PM
Revelio!
One day, some kind of glitch is going to happen on Blogger that makes all my drafts display.I'm gonna be hella humiliated when that happens.
thus proclaimeth the Zabet 10:46 PM 0 comment(s)
Fiercely Independent
"We are told to be independent. But this is ridiculous. No one is independent. I got this instruction as well. I was taught to be independent. What did this mean? This meant distorting what is natural.Teaching us to be 'independent' means teaching us to ignore our humanity, our feelings, our longing for community and interdependence, our very source of survival. To teach a child to be 'independent' is to perversely gift him with a legacy of exile. Is that what they mean to do? Of course not. This is simply how they have handled their own abandonment. So they pass it on to us. It is the best they can do. It is how they have coped."
—Cary Tennis
Labels: advice
thus proclaimeth the Zabet 9:27 AM
Dear Dad,
I miss you.Love,
me
thus proclaimeth the Zabet 7:47 PM
A Hole In The World
My dad died this morning. It was unexpected, but peaceful and in his sleep.I loved him so much, I loved him more than anything. I loved him more than Patrick, and I loved him more than me. I'm going to miss him so much.
Labels: death, family, hispaños perdidos, i'm being punished, love, mourning, never say goodbye, resigned, self-indulgent, stress, tired, una tequilita
thus proclaimeth the Zabet 10:51 PM
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