Posted on 2007.08.18 at 01:39
Posted on 2007.08.18 at 01:37
Wild winds blow through space mortal, they carry you from body to body, from star to star. We feel you in the web of our light. When you call to us we come to you. Bliss is yours. We are on our way to you, we love you even as you love us. Kiss us for our stars await. Those who follow you will be rewarded. Fear not, that which you have asked will be granted. Those who aid you in your work will be blessed, those who oppose you will be cursed, there is no choice for you in this, there is no action that you must take. Control your temper. Accept no blame as due you, no credit. These things will happen no matter what you may do or say, any guilt or false pride you feel in them is but illusion. You have asked me to take control of you and to enable you to purely and concisely do your Will, and this I have done. You are me, Joy! Pleasure!
I will bring you the means of bringing me these, you will do what is required.
You cannot fail, as these words are written, believe! You will have success. Clutter not your brain, which is now mine, with fear of anything at all, with fear of the lack of anything. All is given, nothing is required.
Posted on 2006.09.16 at 20:27
My muslin arrived! Huzzah!
Now I can use the typewriter on fabric. Oh, joy. I have this nifty bag of fabric scraps. Fabric scraps + typewritten quotes = I think this is going to end up as a literature quilt. Fabric murals with literary quotes. I have one square done.
Quote from E.L.Doctorow's City of God, which I'm currently reading. Amazing shit.
Posted on 2006.09.16 at 00:14
Drinkin' the wine and the beer.
The Mattimus sleeps, he goes on set at 4 AM. Will Smith movie. Zombies invade Manhattan. Cuz Matt rules that way, yes.
Hattie cat is making small noises. Cute snuggly creature.
I am waiting for my muslin to arrive in the mail. I want to embroider Matt's doodles, wtf! Also - embroidery is most cool and I need to get more thread sos I can create more mismash art pieces and poesies.
Writing flash fiction again. Huzzah.
On school - as the book says, we may be done with the past, but the past isn't done with us. (Magnolia)
Kids keep calling.
I told you I was drinkin' the wine and the beer.
Will be in the ATL first weekend of October. Yarsh.
It's Friday night. How much more can she drink?
Posted on 2006.06.08 at 23:22
I don't think I'm returning to school in September. This comes from the way high muckey realms of beauracracy in which I, and scores of other new teachers, are offered up as examples. Doesn't matter what individual schools say. Doesn't matter what work you're doing. Doesn't matter.
I'm going to the Union after school tomorrow with another teacher from my school who's in the same situation. Then, I will know for sure the length of the fight.
Fight I will to prove my point to these bastards. They're the one doing the kids a disservice. Grrrrhar! I can't cry any more so I might as well start kicking things.
On a high note: made a sweet mix tonight.
What to do in September? I'm in the greatest city in the world with a vast forest of luminous machines suddenly come to life for me. Actually, I should say August. It won't be a summer to speak of like last summer, but I'll spend July in a bliss of Matt and Europe. Maybe I'll work in a gallery.
Oh, god, the very thought makes my heart leap.
Posted on 2006.06.07 at 19:37
What, what? I live in New York City, fuck all.
a) the Board of Education is trying to fire me for poor attendance. I get to go to teacher's court. Yes, I have had poor attendance. Want to see my doctor's notes?
b) tracked down the first issue of Supermarket today. Read the second issue first, which is always ass-backwards, but what. I'm glad I found the first issue. Parallels Snow Crash which I'm also reading. Brian Wood's writing is good, but super props to Kristian for the art. Pella, yurm. Snow Crash is snow crash is snow crash is snow crash is
c) the rubber chicken is on the floor where the cat knocked him.
d) should I buy these? http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=6063157547&rd=1&sspagename=STRK%3AMEWA%3AIT&rd=1
Posted on 2006.05.18 at 22:56
Posted on 2006.05.17 at 13:50
So, this is as close as I'm getting to the real thing. Yes, I do really love Igby Goes Down.
Black Bay Y'phet, sans glasses of course. Clothing courtesy of Felire.CalidaNavicMeeker, though he's really scruffier than this
This part will be updated later. I know I had a picture of Sikamba and Helaku lying around, so I'll hunt them down first.
Posted on 2006.05.17 at 13:32
Blame it on kseda - I'm baaaack!
Or something like that.
I've decided I don't want to be a teacher for much longer. If I don't get fired for too many absences this year, I'm going for one more year. Then, I'll spend a year doing who knows what - but it won't be teaching and it will be closer to home, I can tell you that!
Then, Matt and I are going abroud. Jett program or some other "teach English abroad" foo.
This all could change in an instance, of course. Really, the only truth I've come to is that I'm not cut out to be a public educator in the Bronx. It has nothing to do with the kids who I love dearly, and everything to do with the system and the commute.
Posted on 2006.01.13 at 12:35
There's a lot of negative energy trapped in this place.
I'm cleaning and there's this great sadness welling in me. Tomorrow we will be in our new place and life will renew and, hopefully, change. Being on my second day off to work soley on moving shit, I'm feeling an added shot of depression. I feel like the world's worst teacher. I think my sick days are at -5 at this point.
The bedroom is going well. I'm just feeling very hopeless. I have to shake myself out of my funk.
I smoke and drink way too much for my mental health.
Matt's right - I need to stop hating myself. I just realized that I've been hating myself for so fucking long that it's difficult to change.
I'm moving to a place of intense energy. I think we will be able to harness it positively. I think I will be able to reform friendships. With a sinking sensation, I feel I've wasted the better part of two years. Nothing to do but turn my eyes forward.
Onward and upward. Yar.