| 11.11.11 |
[Nov. 11th, 2011|10:14 am] |
Well, hello! It's eleveneleveneleven and I'm writing at eleven. What
more could I ask out of life? A bowl of rice congee, kale, and miso
alongisde a sweet breakfast of coffee and bread pudding (replete with
meringue). Fuck me sideways, as it is said!
I am writing out of practice! Sure, I have never produced as much
content as I have this year, but I am not writing every day. I've been
keeping mildly busy with the quarterly publications of the Sanctuary and
the twice-a-week schedule for the electronic messenger for the local
scene.... but what about for me? My personal writing hasn't made much
recently . . .
All the more reason to light ye olde fire under mine arse for a hot
minute and get something out there. If anything, I'm totally out of
practice with blogging. Vlogging? Please. I don't even have a cell
phone! Then again, I am beginning to question whether or not I am
Luddite in the first place. I sure enjoy getting back to the land yet
it would take a powerful community to really separate from the sheer
amount of technology.
In other news, my friendship with one womyn has encouraged me to look
deeper and question other of my most treasured beliefs -- polyamory
among them. The reason I ask myself is to observe how the patriarchy,
consumer culture, and dynamics which are not rooted in love all inform
my agency in polyamorous pursuit. I know there is love in what I am
doing... and fortunately for me I've been celibate this year, for the
most part intentionally.
There's this guy here at the Sanctuary now who drives me up the wall.
There has been no break -- not a one! -- from visitors this year. Even
during the supposed off seasons, we've been hosting. Some days that's a
great thing and I am happy that we have the company. Other days I just
want to be surrounded by familiar people who I've lived with for the
past three years. This guy, though... fuckin' weaselly as shit and I'm
sure he's going to be riding me for personal time. I am not interested
-- and I need to figure out that aspect of my life here because it is
draining in unfair ways.
There's more to say but I'm keeping most of it to myself for the
moment... I just wanted to practice free writing -- so to speak.
HAPPY 11/11/11 ! ! ! |
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[Jul. 2nd, 2010|11:07 am] |
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Anyone know of a way to subscribe to LJ blogs so that I could receive them in email form? |
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[Oct. 17th, 2009|04:54 pm] |
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My heart is spewing forth hot lava. |
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[Mar. 26th, 2009|01:55 pm] |
I cried when I saw this. I can't believe it's finally happening :) |
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[Mar. 20th, 2009|10:59 am] |
The Psychedelic Experience... with Free 'n Fresh Now . . . |
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| People went CRAZY |
[Mar. 20th, 2009|10:57 am] |
Story from Livin' It at the Daffodil Festival . . . |
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| oh God. |
[Mar. 20th, 2009|10:49 am] |
we've barely entered aries and the fights are already brewing online. guess that means i need to keep grounded offline.
housesitting extension = free joy.
spring equinox = late night freedom and hearth heat.
i feel broken. running all over and starting to see how the pieces fit because i watched them fall away.
finding joy is easier. seeking pain is going out of style. i can't derive any satisfaction from porn anymore it seems. . .
today's sunlight seems a lot safer than the darkness of the cave. i need to be there and say hello.
i need love.
i want bird. |
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[Mar. 7th, 2009|10:20 am] |
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Your result for Test Who You Are in the Steampunk Ether City of Salmagundi...
Rook and Spectre (the Cute, Fuzzy Animals)22% Cerys, 22% Ras, 17% Bell, 24% Wilde, 32% LeClerc, 17% Kendrick and 87% Fuzzy! 
You are Rook and Spectre, Chief Inspector Cerys’ two pet mousers (what foreigners might call “ferrets”). You are playful, fun loving, affectionate, and have little understanding of the horrors that lurk outside of your comfortable home. You enjoy small spaces, things with bells, chasing mice and insects, and having your belly rubbed. Perhaps your greatest contribution is reminding Cerys that there is more to life than solving ghastly crimes. Intrigued? Learn more about G. D. Falksen's Salmagundi and the Cities of Ether here
Take Test Who You Are in the Steampunk Ether City of Salmagundi at HelloQuizzy
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| THE SECRET OF PANCAKES! REVEALED!!!!!! |
[Mar. 5th, 2009|09:29 am] |
Ahhhh! I woke up this wonderful morning to embark on a pancake quest... I am trying to make something different for myself each morning, in the interests of having a diverse intake of food... so I've been feeling the pancakes calling me for awhile and decided that What Makes This Morning Different Than All Other Mornings?
I discovered the secret of pancake truth. So I made the batter, fried up the first couple of scrumkins, and the third one, started to spill over on itself.
Suddenly, I swirled the pan around and let the batter roll over the side.
The result: PAPER THIN PANCAKES! HOLYSHITOMGWTFBBQ!?!???!???!!!!!!!!!!one
I always HATED thick pancakes! I am saved! I know the gospel of pancakey goodness. I have been touched by his pancakey appendage.
1 cup of flour, I used whole wheat
1 cup of milsch, I used pretend organic whole milk
1/4 c of oil
1 or so teaspoons of baking powder
1 shimmy of salt
1/4 c of brown sugar
1 eggy weggy
And rotate that queen in the skillet, you gonna get yo'self a hot, thin, cake!
FUCK YES
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