tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63625992011-04-21T18:43:56.827-07:00The trials of tribulations of an every day feminist dyke in Northern Minnesota (among other things).dancing willow*http://www.blogger.com/profile/09324010263832906646noreply@blogger.comBlogger6761100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362599.post-1135479407164183622005-12-24T18:51:00.000-08:002005-12-24T18:56:47.176-08:00

Here's a note to let you all know that I've moved.You can find me now at Dancing Willow.Please update your links!Oh, and to let you know, I got the internship at Copper Canyon Press. I start January 4th!

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It is raining, the mist is rising off the bay and floating around the trees on the next island over, I had good chai this morning and picked up a few more boxes, I'm finishing one application for an internship and will finish one for a web magazine tonight, I'm so happy, I'm going to do some laundry, when I remember I will upload some photos, this really isn't as slow as I thought it might be,

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I will be back sometime soon.Just probably not right away. I have lots to do when I get to Washington.In only about 12 hours.I'll be back.I promise.

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And there was Grandmothir Moon, shining in my window, telling me that everything will be okay.This is it. This is the last day. Here I go ...

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So, tomorrow is going to be a hellishly busy day, with two final exams, many errands to run, lunch plans and dinner to eat, people to see, and not enough hours in a day to it all.Today I am focused on finalizing all of tomorrow's plans and preparing my things to travel to their respective new homes. And I'm focused on school, on finishing my paper and studying for my two exams. Rather than

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So, when the sun rose this morning in Minnesota, it was cloudy and snowing. I didn't see it rise, though I felt it in my bones.My Dragan, though, spent part of hir morning driving about catching the sunrise in Washington for me. Here are some of hir snapshots:The sunrise over the land bridge to the Island. That's Mount Rainier in the distance.The sunrise at East Beach, a favorite romping ground.

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I didn't really talk about them, but when I went to the conference in Mankato, there were these two womyn spinning. One had a staff and one had these great things that looked like long socks with tennis balls in them.I have seen staff spinning before, and have always loved it, but knew I could never do it because a staff does not bend a flow with movement. A staff is rigid, solid, straight. Not

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The sun sets at 4.38pm here today.The darkness crawls into my bones, my skin, my spirit. I want to hibernate, to sleep, to eat tubers and warm bread and climb into the arms of my lover and hold hir and just exist in the same space.I can't wait to be sitting together in a chair and know that neither of us has any where else to be.Shi wants me to knit for hir.I think I found a keeper ...This is

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How many boxes would it take to ship all of your possessions across four states (effectively half the country geographically) by Postal Service?That is the question I have pondering as of late, as each day I pack a little, purge a lot, and ship more boxes to my home in Washington. It is certainly a process, a learning experience, and an opportunity for growth.Now, if only writing a paper about

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Tuesday night blogger ate my long and photo-filled post.Wednesday morning my internet stopped working. Wednesday afternoon I learned that a potentially harmful program was loaded onto my computer at some point and the only way to clear it is by reformatting my laptop and re-installing Windows.Wednesday night I wiped my laptop clean and re-formatted.It still isn't working because there is a code

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Because I was a bit busy packing to blog last night.

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I forgot to blog last night. I was more worried about planning and packing than blogging. Sorry.Right now I am eating a piccolo roll with butter and garlic lightly toasted. I'm rocking out to Heart. I am drinking good water, though not as good as my Washington water.Today I did my Grad plans, so I can officially graduate in December. Well, I sort-of forgot about them until I made my list of

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When I feel like I don't have control over some aspect of my life, I file and organize things so that I feel like I have some control.Tonight I filed and organized receipts from the last five months and then transferred and re-organized and re-filed all of my important documents (insurances, taxes, school financial aid, etc) from a file folder to a file box (it's an upgrade). It isn't that I

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December 1 is when my strongest desire to hibernate kicks into high gear. I just want to curl into warm arms in a warm bed and eat warm foods and drink warm liquids and be warm. And snuggly.I was all prepared to tell you about my second day in Washington, but I realized that not much happened. Shi had a dentist appointment in the morning so I walked around a bit. Then shi had a work meeting so I

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Blogger ate my pretty post about my first day of travel.Basically, I left early, made good time, got to the Cities early, stopped at IKEA for a while, got to the airport 3 hours before my flight, couldn't knit on the plane because there wasn't enough room so I sang nursery rhymes to the little boy next to me, called Mad Hatter as soon as I got off the plane, met hir near the baggage claim, we

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One of the most exciting parts of my trip West ... A teaser for the days of conversation ahead.Sara at Rialto Beach, on the edge of the Quileute Reservation, near La Push Washington.

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This is really today's song. I've been listening to it pretty regularly all day. Great song, great artist, great idea.This is my last post for a week or so. I may (though it is unlikely) be able to blog while I am in Washington. I have been warned that there is a very full itinerary (this from a womyn who is spontaneous and doesn't do much planning) and that there is much to see and do.I feel so

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Last night my Mad Hatter sent me photographs of the sunset on the island, over the Cascade Mountains and across the bay.Make sure you click on the photo to see the end of the sunset!I will be there in about 48 hours. I am just terribly excited!I am packed, I am ready to be there. I don't want to have to come back to Minnesota because it won't feel like being home. I'm trying soooooo hard to focus

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Come on baby let's get out of this town I got a full tank of gas with the top rolled down There's a chill in my bonesI don't want to be left aloneSo baby you can sleep while I drive I'll pack my bag and load up my guitar In my pocket I'll carry my harpI got some money I saved Enough to get underway And baby you can sleep while I driveWe'll go through Tucson up to Santa Fe And Barbara in Nashville

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"27 years difference and we were both married to other people. But we still had 30 years together.""There's 18 years between Dan and I and he was married when we met. He would sometimes call me at 3 am because that was when he talk freely and was alone."Listening to these stories and others comfort my spirit in trusting my self.24 years difference and we live in different states. For now.Last

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Last night I read hir the first actual essay I wrote for hir. I was way really nervous. Shi cried on the phone. And then I called to wake hir up this morning. Shi said shi was thinking of me. The birds filled the branches of the bird-berry tree, covering the ground and flying into the limbs with the blustery wind. Blissful staring into the mist of the water and feeling hir skin against mine, the

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Three cups of tea and one of hot chocolate, a large mug of tomato soup with Muenster cheese and some wheat toast, an hour-and-one-half nap, opening and closing the window just a crack, putting on sweaters and taking them off and putting on long sleeves and leaving them and putting on a vest and taking it off, two trips to the lobby to check for my airplane ticket, a walk to the lake to leave part

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The opportunity is presented to be introduced however I would like to people out West.Do I go with my legal name (Sara), even though it is something very prescribed and does not totally fit me ...ORDo I go with my chosen name (Willow), which suits me much better and yet is very special to me and not something that I share with many people?The question is about how I want to be introduced to the

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Perfectly-timed phone calls that stretch into two/three/four/eight hour conversationsSticky wet snow that I can catch on my tongue and giggle and laugh aboutWishing you were here to catch snowflakes with meTrying to think of songs that are perfect for this moment, this experience, this blissPutting all those songs onto a CD (or two/three/four)Playing with scissors and glue and tape to preserve

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And I just want to curl up next to one person and hide away from the world in a big bed with maybe a dog or two and maybe a cat and one very soft womyn with my head on hir chest and hir hand smoothing my hair and I want to escape.Today was one of those days, when I spent more time around people than I needed to and so by now (because it is only 8pm here) I am exhausted and worn down and I want to

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I am that place, the one between twitterpation and love, and I am really REALLY happy.We talked yesterday on the telephone. For five hundred seventeen minutes and fifty-three seconds.I am really happy. I'm not the only one feeling this. I think that is the best part.My plane leaves on Monday the 21st of November for here. Well, okay, more like this.I fly back on the 28th of November.I guess I'm

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I'm not sure where the phrase "Indian Summer" came from, but I have always understood it to mean a summer that lingers into September and perhaps even October.Well, this, my friends, has been (using that definition) an Indian Autumn.Today the thermometer read 62 degrees farenheit at 3 pm. I went walking downtown, and after running my errands (because thankfully the bank was open), I got a monster

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It was a beautiful day today. The temperature almost reached 50 degrees farenheit and I wore my spectacular purple jacket. You know, the jacket I bought two days after last year's big surgery? Yeah, that one. It makes me very happy when I wear it, and I needed that special feeling today. I was (and still am) tired.I didn't get much sleep last night. I was crashing by 9.30pm, so I crawled into bed

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Touch that makes your stomach warm, that makes your heart tickle, that lets lungs breathe in a twitterpated fashion. Touch that is there just for the pure joy of touch, the feel of skin brushing skin and firing all the nerve impulses in succession. Touch that makes you stop and look at another with all the intensity in your eyes and know that each experience is being shared by both you and

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Anabel and I, that is.I survived my trip to Duluth, naked tea was loverly, Anabel got to drive up the Hill, and I played on the waves of Lake Superior on the 6th of November -- relatively unheard of because the water is so cold. When I get those photographs I will post them.The Mad Hatter and I got along famously, I slept in the bed that Starhawk slept in on Friday night, Outside the Lines played

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Matrix Ping Pong

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Hot chocolate is best when it is Swiss Miss "no sugar added" in water that comes out of the tap at 180 degrees and you add a little cold fountain water and you use two packets in a reusable mug from your favorite coffee shop that has recently changed and you are afraid to go there because it won't be the same.But the hot chocolate is warm and it cradles your stomach in its happy temperature and

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That's right, friends. Tomorrow I am whisking myself (and Anabel) away to the big city on the North Shore for some fun, great friends, and a whole lot of singing. So I won't be blogging.But I am bringing the camera with, for those oh-so-wonderful "I'm SO blogging this" moments. Which, I might add, get really strange looks from participating womyn who have no clue what a blog is, let alone know a

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for just one night, to dream as most people dream, without traveling across time and great space to rescue people and do extravagent things.It gets really exhausting.I would like to sleep and actually rest.Thank you very kindly.

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100 calories of peach yogurt in the early morning on the second of november with a bottle of honey-water next to me and intentions of going and playing nice with the professor i do not get along with in order to teach young students some older than i about writing and about composition even though i do not get to teach any of those things instead i read from a silly book to silly students who

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Not much to read tonight, butNEWS FLASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Shi said yes!Madison or Bust!!!!

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If you or your link got removed, it is nothing personal. I just felt like I had too many, and I left ones that I knew would hold the key links to the ones I changed. I'm feeling the overwhelming-ness of clutter.

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Perhaps it was all that Reiki energy floating in the air.Perhaps it was the patience I called upon the Goddess for in order to present in class.Perhaps it was a passing spirit.Perhaps it was just a technical malfunction.Whatever the cause, somehow a light bulb exploded and shattered, causing enough smoke near a fire alarm to cause it to go off.In the middle of my presentation.About Wicca/

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... In a very long time:We will never ask you to give a book report or write a term paper. But if we ask you to help hold back the rain, until the ritual is finished, we will know very quickly whether you have done your homework or not. Written here.

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To all my sistirs, and all my reader-friends, I wish you the most very blessed Hallowmas and Samhain.Happy New Year to you all!May all your intentions manifest in this coming year. For growth and experiences beyond your dreams, I wish you the best!Blessed Be!

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The first time it happened was after a day of fishing. He had taken my mum and I out on the lake, and there is a photograph of me holding this stringer of sunfish, all golden curls and smiles. I think that photograph is the last picture of my innocence. I went to take a nap before dinner. My mum went to the store to get something. He was out in the kitchen, cleaning the fish. He came into the

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... To Samhain, and I forgot those damn silly muffins at home. So I'm bring them to church tomorrow instead.I've got this really sharp pain in my neck, like something is being pinched, and I can't bend my head to the right. It really sucks because that's the side I normally crook my head to when thinking.Guess that means I can't think!Listening to Womyn's music, reading about Womyn's Mysteries ..

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I am blaming the lack of rise in my pumpkin and pumpkni/flax seed muffins on two things:The recipe didn't call for baking soda, so I didn't put any in; andThe oven in my dorm's kitchen is a piece of shit and it sucks big donkey ass.That said, they at least don't taste terrible, and I have figs to eat also.This everning we are celebrating Samhain, tomorrow is the honoring the dead service at

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I am so overcome by exhaustion right now. I could hardly stay awake to read in my book, I am so tired.I can't even type this well. 15 minutes and I only have three sentences. That link was really difficult to embed. I'm going to bed now, too.First, must brush teeth. Pizza morning-after breath is bad.HOORRRRRAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Oh, that was too much energy.

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**Sorry, no photos today. Foggy this morning and too busy this afternoon. Perhaps tomorrow will be sunny.**Th race still continues to be the next resident of the island of Fair Isle. I heard the original broadcast of the National Public Radio story announcing the want-ad for knitters on Fair Isle. Rent is only something like $600 US dollars a year. I may not have ever knit a Fair Isle sweater (

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You are Gonzo the Great.You love everyone, and still you get shot out of acannon on a regular basis. Oh, and you arecompletely insane and have a strangefascination for chickens.ALSO KNOWN AS:The Great Gonzo, Gonzo the Great, Just Plain WeirdSPECIES:WhateverHOBBIES:Tapdancing blindfolded on tapioca while balancing apiano on his nose, backwards, five times fast.FAVORITE MOVIE:"From Here to Eternity

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I think I exhausted my right to post to my blog after yesterday's post, which when printed is 6-7 pages long. My apologies. I just couldn't break the post into different days. I don't even know if anyone has read the whole thing. If not, I understand.I've been cleaning my room today, getting rid of things I no longer need and making my space mine. I'm also trying to downsize so that, when

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I really want one of these.

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If there are three things that I really learned and experienced at the [Womyn] & Spirituality conference this weekend, they are magick, music and maturity. It is difficult to narrow and categorize the wealth of experiences into these three rather constricting groups, but I think that these are the common themes of the opportunities I participated in at this conference.Before I discuss the

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I am home safely.My aunt passed away on Friday. Bless hir soul to the afterlife and Spiritrealm.I am a changed person.I am extremely drained and exhausted.I leave you with this odd gift until I can return with collected thoughts and coherent tales:Maybe not the most flattering, but it's real.I love you all, my sistirs.

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I won't be blogging again until Sunday evening, maybe Monday. I am leaving for the [Womyn] & Spirituality conference tomorrow morning, and I am not going to even think about a computer, except for having my camera to capture all those blogging moments.Today I started knitting mint-green mittens for another Sara. They are coming with me this weekend, as is a special surprise gift (which I am

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*Brand new razors.*Freshly shaved legs.*Having just shaved those legs with a brand-new razor.I don't really shave by choice. I went for years without shaving my legs; people often thought I just hadn't shaved that week. I certainly do not have prolific leg (or body) hair, and what I do have is fine and light-colored.I shave because I am allergic to the oil my sebacious leg glands produce.

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Today, by the gracious gift of my Earth grandmothir, I have been given the opportunity to attend the 2005 "[Womyn] & Spirituality" conference.Starhawk is the keynote speaker.STARHAWK.This is someone who is one my "Three living people I would like to meet before I die" list.And I get to see hir. In person. Live. Speaking. And I might even run into hir at the conference in other places.I learned of

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Me and the Goddess (by way of the Moon) had a nice long chat tonight, and things should be getting much better.I am hoping to no longer make stupid decisions. I think that each decision has a purpose. This time, my "stupid decision" had the function and showing me the one place I never want to be again. EVER.I'm tired (being stressed can do that) and I'm going to finish studying for a midterm

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I'm pleading ignorance to any topic which deals directly with me and my well-being. INSTEAD, I would like to introduce you to my little friend:This is a chinchilla. Good for grooming and spinning their fur, chinchillas are native to South America. I think.Chinchillas are very friendly. Just don't let one crawl up your shirt, and don't get too close to those whiskers: they move quickly, and they

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Tonight I could have died.I did not want to.It took more strength than I possess naturally to end the situation.I do not hope to travel that way again.My body is still in a near-state of shock.I cannot stop trembling.Remind me not to do that again.I think that I shall be better in the morning. I hope.

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If I ever wrote you, I would say all the things that are too painful and too hurtful to say, simply because they need to be said. I would force you to look at the reality of my life by putting it in front of your face. I am unwilling to hide who I am any longer; I am unwilling to withhold pieces of my self from you in fear that being truly me would push you away. Because if you can't hold me, all

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Twisty is my new shi-ro, for lots of reasons, but mostly because shi is sharing this with the world.Lots of patriarchy-bashing for you on my end, womyn! Recover well, and until then you are loved and cared for by many!

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I called my favorite radio station to ask him to play the original Pink Floyd "Comfortably Numb" and then play the new Dar Williams cover version, featuring Ani DiFranco. Because I am in love with the cover version, and I am a total Pink Floyd junkie. I thought it would be a nice addition to any radio set.He told me I have a "great voice." And then kept talking. It was a little awkward.My body is

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No waxing poetic, no blathering on about this or that.I spent my evening writing one of two papers due in the next 48 hours.This one actually makes me a little proud of my talent as a feminist writer and theorist. Please note that the linked document bears different page numbers than the references within the text. I apologize, but I am too tired to go back and fix them. Maybe later.

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I have been reading Anne Sexton lately. Shi is known as a "Confessional Poet." There is something amazing in hir poetry; some chord is struck within me as I read the first words, and each in succession only reverberates stronger until the sound in my head is deafening, as if I were standing in the bell tower as they rang for mass. One series of Sexton poems is the "Transformation" poems: poetry

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Does anyone out there know anything about amniotic fluid embolism?I think I'm going to write about that and it's physiological effects on the body for my biology paper ... If I can find enough information.Church this morning went fabulously. I really trusted that, even though I had nothing scripted for my talk, I would come up with something of meaning and value to others.And they laughed when I

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Seriously. I think I let myself down.I mean, I know that I suck at standardized testing, but really.Besides, how does a WRITING major, with a serious math-test phobia, do better on the Analytical (ie MATH) section than the Verbal?That shit's f-ed up.Now I'm going to wander and do all those homework-y things I can do now instead of some other time.I want a shot. Like, something sweet. I dunno.

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Must sleep.GRE in 10 hours and counting.Ugh.

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It's all right here. I knew that Stephanie was that cool.

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The latest word:Dubya says "God told me to do it".Oh dear.

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Tonight is to be the first big freeze of the season. Warnings have been out all day, cautioning that most outdoor plants will not make it through the night.I have been cold all day. I wore my jacket and leather gloves (cashmere lined!) and a scarf when outside. I was also told, by more than one person, that I looked "very professional" today. That was different. Sort-of awkward, but acceptable.I

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It is definitely snowing right now.Wow.

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I can't seem to keep my days right. I woke up thinking it was Thursday, got confused a few times and thought it was Friday, and had to really keep myself from panicking about the church service I'm planning for tomorrow -- I mean, Sunday.Maybe it's the rain.Maybe it is the fact that the temperature did not get above 47 degrees Farenheit today.Maybe I'm just lost and confused, and stressed.But at

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I haven't given myself time to seriously write in almost three days. I'm feeling the pull of it, that tug, like a hair that gets caught in your necklace but only pulls when you turn your head just so.So, tomorrow evening, after my meeting and after I finish the preparation for my presentation Thursday morning, I am giving myself an entire hour (or more!) to write. That's all I get to do for an

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** I swiped this from Norma, but I just had to post it.----------------------------------------------1) Being gay is not natural. Real Americans always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, liposuction and air conditioning.2) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.3) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door

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To the person who got here by searching "Individuals and the Intellectuals" by Durkheim:If you want to discuss it, I think I still have my paper ... and I know I have the book. Shoot me and email and we'll chat.And, to the person who got here by searching "What's your biggest turn on" :Well, I hadn't thought about it. Maybe it is strong, independent womyn. Maybe it is someone who doesn't take

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Today is a blah day. I drank this energy smoothie this morning that had panax ginseng in it, and so I was pretty wired all day, but it was still fairly blah. Until I went to visit a friend, and I came into the store fluttering, "like a bird" shi said. I giggled.Then I came home and ate, because if I didn't eat shi would get frustrated with me. And then I went to class. I told those womyn, most of

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I can only attribute my emotional wreckage to the dark of the moon. I have been a mess these past days, tearing up at odd moments and being very very angry at others. Today I wanted to break things (like glass bottles at a recycling center) to stop being angry. At least it isn't misplaced anger. It is just appearing from no where.Okay, not totally from no where. This issue with my father and

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Football Game: Much too hot (84 degrees and no shade), boys played well, I dislike their gender, got a migraine.Hair Cut: Only a trim, really, just an inch, now ends are much happier.Nap: Sleep this afternoon, try to rid self of migraine, did not work.Hockey Game: Asses handed to us on a frozen Canadian platter, refs called bad shots, rubbed elbows with an elementary school friend, think I

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1. Yesterday's was my 600 post. And I forgot to celebrate it.2. Sara, it you EVER decide to frog a color-worked, 40-year-old Lopi sweater on your bed again, we WILL revolt. ~Love, your skin.Back tomorrow for more fun and games!

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Today, I stood on the Peace Line for an hour and a half.What's the Peace Line? you might ask.Well, it is a group of people standing together for peace. Sometimes, they stand in a line.Today, I stood in one spot, under a tree, by myself. Normally on Thursday afternoon/evening, a group of people gathers to stand in solidarity against the war being waged by the country, and against the policies

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Which is maybe like muffin love, but I'm not certain.I don't know what muffin love is, though.Today, it is cold. Outside, I don't think it got above 55-60 degrees farenheit. Which isn't really cold, considering average daily temperature in Northern Minnesota in the winter, but it was 75 degrees farenheit yesterday afternoon. So today is a bit of a shock for us.I brought out my favorite pair of

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Two posts with the same title ... I must have been really tired.I am still tired, and I am going to bed early tonight (i.e. before 11pm), but I wanted to write because I am so damned angry I feel like a rabid rabbit. Yes. A rabid rabbit.I'm in this class entitled "Comparative Religions: From a Feminist Perspective." I am paying to sit in this class for three hours every Monday night. I expect to

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Fell asleep at my desk, doing my homework.I think I even drooled a bit.*sheepish grin*

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* Heard three different live music performances.* Went to two different bars, and spent time in a former sports-bar/now high school.* Saw and talked with several friends whom I have not seen since I got back to Bemidji.* Saw one particular individual whom I was not formerly close to, but hope to get closer to in the future.* Danced like a mad womyn.* Drank enough water to float a submarine.* Got

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devoid of meaning, value, or purposeTonight, I struggle with absurdity.I am tired of sitting in my room, by myself, doing nothing but homework on a Friday night. I am a social creature; why am I not doing social things? I know lots of people who are doing social things. I know I can go down to the Pub and listen to some guy play his music. I could probably get in to Hard Times (the biker bar) and

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I spent the last hour creating this very link-happy post, and now I'm exhausted. I know. Lame, right?But it's been a weird day. I think that the Equinox played some funny trick on my body, because I was so tired, and I was all headache-y this morning, and I didn't want to go anywhere. I caught a breath of energy later in the morning (about 10 am) and it lasted until I learned my noon class was

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Today was just a day. Not good, not bad, just was.Tonight I read for class, played a terrible piano, read for enjoyment, and tried like hell to determine how I am going to print my senior project, and how I am going to finance it. See, as a requirement for my Bachelor of Fine Arts degree in Creative and Professional Writing, I have to create a senior project. It can be anything I want, in pretty

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As it is in life, some days are harder than others. Some days are easier.Today is a harder day.One friend told me that "It will still be difficult as long as he is in your life." I know this, and yet I find myself in situations where this is a reality. My sistir's birthday party this weekend. He was there, and I tried so desperately to be strong, and I think I did a pretty good job, but I didn't

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Ahoy, Mateys!So yes, it is International Talk Like A Pirate Day, and that thar is as much as you get.But I stole this from Natasjia's blog:Your Brain's PatternYour brain is always looking for the connections in life.You always amaze your friends by figuring out things first.You're also good at connecting people - and often play match maker.You see the world in fluid, flexible terms. Nothing is

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I wrote a poem today. I try to write one everyday, but some are better than others. I felt that this one, which I cannot decide on it's quality, I worth posting. Mostly because I was up until 2.30am having a much-needed conversation, but had to get up for church at 7 this morning. And it takes an hour to fall asleep.So I'm tired. I'm being sort-of lazy and just posting this poem for today.

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Does anyone know how to find it within yourself?Or, where the map is so that I can find it in me?*****Oh, anonymous reader, how perceptive you are! Perhaps I have unconsciously been avoiding to say anything about it. Maybe it is conscious. Regardless, I have hesitated to mention seeking something internal. I thought (and hoped) that when met my father that piece would appear, like a painting with

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Most days, I don't miss the drama of being a relationship.Most days, I miss having someone who I can call and tell everything to, and know that they won't judge me.Most nights, I miss having someone to curl up next to.Most nights, I miss watching someone next to me breathe, watching the rise of fall of breasts and quiet quiver of exhaling lips.Most days, I miss having someone to hold hands

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**This kept me awake last night until I wrote it down.**There is this image of me:I am living with a cat in a three-room cabin on the peninsula of the Puget Sound, in the forest. I teach in Seattle, at a college, and I take the ferry with my bicycle every morning across the water. I own a 1978 convertible Super Beetle, but I rarely drive it. Once a month I go into town to do my shopping. I sleep

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It only took five minutes to put the new one on.However, it took TWO HOURS to get the old bicycle seat off and I used nearly a third of a can of WD-40. And, I got grease on my knee. I now have a brand-spankin-new bicycle seat, and I go ride in the mornings. This mostly has come by the inspiration of Stephanie, who took hir daughters on a 400-kilometre bike trip across part of Canada. Now I want

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Womyn and Gentlemen, I have an announcement to make:I have made the final decision on MFA programs to which I will apply for admission.Yes, it's true. I finally, after much time spent with the Internet and the AWP Guide to Writing Programs, I have made the final, executive decision as to which programs I will apply. It has been a struggle to find programs that were both interesting and felt like

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That's me today.It seems that sometime in the recent past I developed an allergy. To what I am still uncertain, but it has sprung full-force into my face.I look like Rudolph, four months early.My eyes itch and water, they burn from sun and oxygen, I can't stop sneezing and blowing my nose, and I almost ran out of tissues today.This makes being positive a very difficult thing.I decided to drink

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They make me vewy, vewy happy.

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Oh, how I wish they had tasted good as well.I *attempted* to make strawberry-coconut scones this afternoon. Fate had another idea. Shi decided that the scones I would spend forty minutes preparing (had to find ingredients in the stash of foodstuffs) and nearly thrity minutes baking would taste absolutely terrible. Inedible. When I was in the Cities a few weeks ago, I bought this book, 100 Great

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No photos today.*Note to self: Plug in the camera battery.*But I got a bunch of writing done, and a conversation about copyediting ensued, and tomorrow is financial aid day, and I ate free ice cream, and I'm listening to really good womyn's music, and it all makes me happy.I'm boring. At least tonight. So I'm going to call the radio station, and then read more about the functions and tools of the

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Today, I received the gift of beautiful 100% wool yarn from Prince Edward Island. My grandmothir brought it back for me from hir travels there in June/July. And it's purple. Lots of purples, all varigated together.I'll take a picture in good light tomorrow. *Yay! Yarn porn!*Today was a little better than yesterday. I spend it feeling not so desperate, but then again, I was more worried about the

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These past few days I have been struggling between two extremes:I want to give so much to the people ravaged by Hurricane Katrina, by way of money or womyn-power or supplies or whatever I can do to help.ANDI want to go grocery shopping. I want to replace the lightbulb that burned out in my room, my primary source of light for all that late-night studying I do. I want to buy the bra I found for

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The biggest problem I am having while reading Book Ten of The Republic (Plato) is that he's writing about how poets are just imitators and that they are "thrice removed" from the reality, but wait - is Plato a poet? Or is he slamming something that he knows so little about? Is Plato guilty of the exact thing he is diatribing against? Yeah, so I'm a little pissed with him right now.And I'm made at

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