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Details for the knitting minded on Ravelry my RavPage Moirar70 This project wound up being inspired by Mr.GreenJeans since I did not realize I was cabling every time until well into the cabled rib. ( Read more... ) |
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Since I have no free time, I posted these blurbs on my phone today:
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There are things I cannot fix. I cannot make it better. I cannot heal the breach or purge myself of the anger and frustration. What I can hope for is quiet and acceptance. Looking inward to find as much peace as possible for me. Even if it means amputation a part of myself to find a way to move away from in an effort to move towards that sense of self I have somehow lost. There are days when the heartbreak is so profound, that I am not sure I will ever recover. |
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It's been a momentous 12 months here at LiveJournal. We crossed a capital T at Ten years young. And, like most precocious pubescents, we celebrated turning double digits by publishing our first book! Needless to say, we've experienced some major changes, both inside and out. Before we recap, we'd like to thank you for bearing with us as we've struggled through ungainly growth spurts, identity pangs, and, yes, the occasional blemish. We hope you'll continue to stand by us: We're gaining wisdom with maturity. Stuff you liked
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Full steam ahead!As we plunge headfirst into the next decade, we want to take a moment to look back and thank all of our employees, both past and present, who have worked so hard to create our unique and magical universe. We couldn't have made it this far without you: Your contributions brighten our path everyday. We also want to extend our heartfelt appreciation to each and every one of you. Whether you've been around for ten days or ten years, your humor, intelligence, talent, and creativity are what makes this the most vibrant global community on the Internet (the best place on the Web, in our humble opinion). Here's hoping that 2010 will be the greatest year yet! We thank you for joining us as we embark upon another glorious decade of LiveJournal history! |
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[More from my ongoing project] People write to me periodically about the problems in their communities with people wanting initiation into this or that, and there not being enough initiates to go around. I wrote a whole article for Thorn Magazine (no relation!) on this subject regarding the opening of the Mystery in all of its variety and glory. You might want to support his fine publication and order a copy. But that is not the topic of today’s musing which is: There are many reasons to want an initiation. What I’m thinking of today is one facet that crops up over and over again: a wish for external validation. I’ll take myself as a case in point. Periodically, I get an itch to go to graduate school. I had been preparing for this right before my first book was published and my life turned on its head. Needless to say, I dropped the project because it seemed life was taking a slightly different course. However, there is still something in me that loves to study, loves the intellectual sparring with others, and wants more training. There is also a part of me that wants external validation in some letters tacked onto the end of my name. When I look at the amount of time and effort and money it requires, however, usually I find other places to channel my energy. The external validation is just not strong enough to fuel my desire. External validation never satisfies for long. In the book “Art and Fear” the authors talk about an artist who’s driving goal is a one-person show at a prestigious gallery. He works toward this day, year after year. Finally, the show opens to great acclaim. Success! You know the punchline to this story, right? He never really paints again. His painter’s soul had turned into a soul that wanted outside recognition and proof of his worth. The soul that loved painting itself gave up somewhere along the way, subsumed to this other goal. Why do we apply ourselves if not for the love of the work? Even those who have a clear outside goal going in must want to fully engage for the love of engaging, otherwise we end up over and over with half finished projects or haphazard practice and return to something easier. We have to have desire to engage will to it’s fullest for the long haul. What interests us about our workouts? What interests us about our study? What interests us about our partners? What interests us about painting, music, dance, gardening, or physics? What interests us about magic, about meditation, about plumbing the depths of our souls and seeking out our heart’s desires? Without that abiding desire, bringing us back to the search again and again - re-engaging our lives - a degree means little and an initiation is just a blip of an event. There is no outside confirmation that is lasting. The only thing that lasts is what is accrued on the inside. Success is granted within. |
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Since I have no free time, I posted these blurbs on my phone today:
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1) Ethical dilemma: At a party at your house, a preschooler drops a plastic ball down a heating duct. No one at the party can figure out a good way to retrieve it. Two days later, the heater sets off the smoke alarm. When a (skilled and trusted) repair person comes, they tell you that the ball appears to have gone into the heat exchanger, and the only solution is to disconnect and pull out the whole heater and go through a tedious and complex process of cleaning the heat exchanger tubes. No amount of money is discussed, but it's not going to be trivial. Do you ask your friends whose preschooler dropped the ball to pay for it? (In this particular instance, both households have enough money, so the question I was brought up to call "Whose chicken is it?"* is not in play.) 2) The reported death of LJ/DW: In the past few weeks, two of my LJ friends have bemoaned the death of LJ, saying that "Everyone is going to Facebook." My friends' lists are not any shorter, nor do I see less posting. The first friend to talk about LJ dying said "Who's still here?" and got a lot of responses. On the other hand, when I responded that I'm on Facebook but hardly ever use it, her response was "We should be friends there!" I have since deactivated my Facebook account because of their privacy policy. But what I want to know is: does LJ (including DW for this definition of LJ) appear to you to be dying? I note that both people who said this were from roughly the same social circle, which is only one of several social circles I connect with on LJ. |
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Duncan is going to be taking a class on Core Vessel Forming in March and we have been having fun doing research. Sadly this glass is not period as it pre-dates period (For SCA) glass. Duncan mentioned that he thought he saw a recipe for the molds that use dung. Now he cannot find the information that he swears he saw..... All he can find are recipes for clay, vegetal matter finely sieved and sand to be the base for the core vessel forming. Auree - in you exhaustive research on poo. Have you come across anything regarding dung being used to make ancient glass molds? Thanks Moira (Never ever ever thought I would need to ask Auree a poo question) Ramsay |
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Hockey and RPG--about as far on either pole as you can get. Sherlock Holmes invoked in me a strong desire to be involved in a Cthulhu by Gaslight game of some kind, and since the only GM in my social circle right now who is playing in or running games is C--, who is tied up with school and his own Deadlands game, I guess that means me. Trouble is (or was), I don't actually own the book, which is hella out of print. Sure, I could make shit up, but I'd wanted to at least read it. I checked with So if you're looking for an out-of-print game book or even magazines, I think, try out that website. Of course, now I'm in obssessive plotting mode, because I really want/need a dead tree copy of the book. I have a cunning plan and a date with my printer tonight, after stopping by Office Max to pick it up a gift of heavyweight paper.   |
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Since I have no free time, I posted these blurbs on my phone today:
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...without sounding a bit like some new age douche. Change. I saw another blogger post about the changes they had in the past year, and believe I've had a fair amount of it myself. I'm rehearsing my choir for the first time tonight. I would, usually approach this situation in sheer, abject panic, live my day in fear, and irrational thought and bullshit. I have no such thoughts or feelings, and am so calm, I feel I SHOULD panic about SOMETHING. But I can't. I won't. I realize that I made a lot of choices that year that made me re-think how I act and feel and go about my day. I guess I finally realized that panicking about shit, does nothing to prepare you any better, and it raises your blood pressure. Fuck that noise. I started Kung Fu. For me! Not becuase I wanted to look better (though I do want to improve my general shape), not because I want a date (though I'm working on that too...just not from the physical aspect of things), I did it for...wait for it...ME! Me, me, me, me. Something I don't do a lot. Things for myself. Well, an occasional massage, but something that is truly life altering. I want something from Kung Fu that I didn't know I wanted. I want strength, fitness and vitality. I've not wished this for myself before. Yay me! I have come to the conclusion that though my job is currently necessary, I will make more moves to help me get out of this job than I will make to keep it this year. I stopped whining. I don't complain so much...or at least I think I don't. I may complain from time to time about trivial things, but not about my life, or what's wrong with me, or any of that crap. Because nothing's wrong with my life, or myself. It's to the point, I don't wanna hear anybody else complain. Complaining is good time wasted. Something I don't seem to have much of, is time. Ergo... So, yeah. Change. Good stuff.
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DV~ being the devoted and thoughtful husband he is has shared the plague with me. If I wind up missing too many days at work, I will be abstaining from 12th night. A - I cannot risk a relapse of this crap in my system. If I am sick - I chose not to share 'cause I am selfish like that. Granted the possibility of germ warfare on those who deserve it does brighten my mood. I will not risk people I actually like with this plague. If you are sick - you need to man up and stay the F~ home. The rotation of the earth will continue without the gift of your presence at this event. Harsh words, but I am sick and super cranky right now. |
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