tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43191393348196501462012-01-03T09:33:33.536-08:00(whatever, I know I'm never going to figure it out.)Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17137757234906638603noreply@blogger.comBlogger2001100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319139334819650146.post-52488682890112860492012-01-03T08:05:00.000-08:002012-01-03T09:33:33.550-08:00

"...I am in love with an ideaSophisticated Neurological appealsI want to negotiate some kind of a dealI want to tear it open show you that it's real..."~Devotchka. 100 other lovers."...I am done with my graceless heartSo tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restartCause I like to keep my issues strongIt's always darkest before the dawn..."~Florence and the Machine, Shake it Out*****Anyways, last

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Read an interesting article the other day.I learned a few helpful labels; ie my preference for solitary activities and for work over play may be tied to Social Anhedonia. My difficulty with close relationships and intimacy, as well as my odd social quirks could be linked to a Schizotypal personality. My distress at the inability to successfully filter out the pervasive stream of information (and

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This. Yes, this. I need a little validation, now and again for the fact that December in general (and Christmas specifically) is a no fun time of year for me.This next bit is something Malanie posted to her FB page, however she had merely stolen it from someone else who I do not know. But it's brilliant so here you go:Please accept with no obligation, implied or implicit, my best wishes for

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Yesterday, I did a test run.I'm signed up for the local marathon next week. After a very busy summer/autumn where I fell off the training schedule, I thought I might be able to at least pull off the half marathon (it's what I did last year.) But yesterday, attempting to run even just half the distance, I found my legs and my heart were just not in it.I shall be bowing out of the race

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Last week I visited Portland for the Orycon Convention. It wasn't until I was boarding the plane to Portland, seeing everyone around me carrying heavy jackets that I remembered I had left my own jacket at home. (I haven't had to wear the thing since last January.)I did have my favorite burnt orange hoodie that Mel gave me. Plus, my soft blue-grey scarf that Sandra knitted for me. Those got me

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(Oh, that feeling's gone!)love it.<a href="http://thesoulofjohnblack.bandcamp.com/track/oh-that-feeling">Oh That Feeling by The Soul of John Black</a&

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My off spring and I, we share a few quirks, a few choice personality traits. I have noticed this makes us occasionally volatile (?) together? Only every now and then. But enough.The other morning was... 'difficult'. We had pressed each other's buttons. An emotional meltdown was in full swing and I only had a few moments before we were supposed to be in the car going to school.So I sat him

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I got paid an exceptional complement the other day. Someone said they were impressed with my work ethic, and that I was an animal.The individual paying the complement went on to ponder exactly what sort of work ethic an animal hath...As the owner of an Australian Shepherd... I know a bit about working animals.Psycho dog is not happy unless she has some job to throw her heart and soul and

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I'm not dead! I swear. Though I have had a few near misses this past month. see... I had to battle a mecha-octopod in a japanese bathhouse: Finally was able to blow the darn thing to pieces. THEN... I had to wade my way though a hoard of zombies in an abandoned temple: Finally got them put to rest. THEN... I had a traitor's throat that needed cutting: I'm still working on that one, but

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The move is in full swing right now.Over at my art blog, I am documenting the transitioning over of my studio space.But that has taken a back seat the past few days to doing a bit of painting. I just barely finished putting the last layer of new color over at the new place. We now have a wonderfully colorful house to move into. In all of our previous moves, we have *talked* about painting:

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recovery drinkOriginally uploaded by galendaraWant to know what I have been using as my after-marathon recovery drink? Beer. Lots of it. A whole variety, but mostly leaning towards the rich and dark kinds (pictured here is a pint of Samuel Smith's Oatmeal Stout) though I did not hesitate to grab my complimentary MGD at the finish line. Mostly because I would never actually pay money to drink

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{I need to make some sort of record about this race and since so much of it was tweeted in 140 characters or less over the past few days, I decided to let a few of those brief entries tell the story. It wasn't as easy to chronicle the outpouring of support that was also extended on Facebook and via text messages, but I'm just as grateful for those too. Feeling very blessed with supportive

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We've been in this house about 5 yrs.Two years ago this month, I wrote this post about our house. I felt I had finally reached a peace with the place.(A big difference from three years ago when I wrote this post, gnashing my teeth in angst at the house.)*********We are going to be moving soon. It was time. It needed to happen.Yesterday we signed papers for the new place.*********I do not

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"humans will continue to reshape and redefine themselves by modifying their bodies."~The Art and History of Body Modification~Lori St. LeoneLittle Sis just got a boob job. I'm thinking about getting her this tshirt. Also, I am contemplating getting my nipple pierced when she comes to town. Sort of a solidarity thing (BOOBS: she gets a new cup size, I get a sparkly ;). I was planning on doing

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(also posted at The Exponent)The other morning I ran up Tumamoc hill. First time I've ever been able to run up the whole thing: It's short, 1.5 miles to the top for a quick 3 mile round trip; but brutal steep: you climb up 730 ft in that 1.5 miles. I've jogged parts of it before but always had to stop and walk those last few switchbacks. This was was an invigorating first for me and Tumamoc.I

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[finally got around to writing this post.][Posted at The Exponent]I read two fascinating novels this past month, both of them very different (The Fox Woman set in an ancient magical Japan and The Windup Girl set in a future dystopian Thailand) but they had a similar refrain in one aspect: they both contained female characters that had been constructed to please men.In "The Fox Woman" Kitsune is a

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Last month, I stumbled upon the sketchbook I purchased back in March of 2009 to start drawing again.Shortly after purchasing that sketchbook, I noted about how sore my unused art muscles were from all the drawing.~~~~~~This past weekened I ran my second half-marathon (part of preparing for my first full length marathon) and remembered a doodle I did for inspiration back when I just starting to

Gnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319139334819650146.post-68600419723849181442011-02-18T08:15:00.000-08:002011-03-08T07:01:24.753-08:00

One: Because I just finished reading The Fox Woman and also The Wind Up Girl, two radically different (and highly satisfactory) books that both, in their own ways, touched upon the theme of women created to please men... It's something I wanted to process a bit, but haven't had the time yet. (Really, you MUST read these books, both of them brilliant.)[March update: finally got around to

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21 of 365, originally uploaded by galendara.an experiment...At the beginning of this year I changed how I used this book. I stopped doing individual little drawings tucked into available space and began instead to turn these pages into work-in-progress art pieces.And when that happened, I found I stopped writing on them.But the fact remains that I very much depend upon these pages to be a place

Gnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319139334819650146.post-85572352912715010972011-01-10T08:46:00.000-08:002011-01-10T11:01:48.090-08:00

A national moment of silence this morning.I was in my car driving, but was able to pull over onto a side street, park the car and just breath for a moment. In solidarity with thousands of others across the nation.I was driving because I was coming from breakfast with my mother. She and I are on opposite sides of the political spectrum. One of the things we talked about during breakfast was

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[also posted at The Exponent]365 days ago, I started a project where I did a drawing every day.It is startling to look back and see how much just that little project has changed me over the course of this handful of days. I am a much more experienced artist now than I was 365 days ago.Also this year I think I have put more miles on my legs than any other year of my life since high school.These

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DH and offspring have gone on a road-trip to visit family. I, however, have several little obligations scattered through the week plus an art deadline fast-approaching so I opted to stay here at home. Alone. For almost the whole week.This is my chance, my opportunity to see just how productive I can be when I have the house to myself for a duration of more than just a few hours. (Especially

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the rest of the story...the untold story...their side of the story...history is a story written by the winners...I was raised in the LDS tradition, one that leaned heavily on the rhetoric of absolute truth (and the ability to know truth "with out a shadow of a doubt").Now, I am mostly satisfied to accept ambiguity.I accept that everyone frames events in their own way, telling the story from their

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Yesterday, a friend and I ran 13.1 miles. (Which involved getting up at 3:30 am to drive to a drop point on the other side of town in order to be bused to the way-out-there start-lines, where we stood huddled in the cold and dark, clustered around heat lamps with all the other participants until it was finally time to start the race. /Whew!)My plan/goal was just to finish. I was thinking of

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Other people said things better than me and so I'm going to collect some of it here to pretend that I am worthy.(prompted by the recent arrest of Wiki-leaks founder Julian Assange, arrested NOT for releasing secret international cables, but for having sex where a condom was agreed to be used but then wasn't.)-------------------BoingBoing succinctly recapped excellent articles by Kate Harding and

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I've had this reoccurring thought, a question, about how many people I keep in touch with as time passes. The reality is I tend to move on from people.It's frequently that as my circumstances change, so does who I hang out with. IE, empolyment, housing, school, etc. And also...There can be a certain appeal in moving on from those who know your flaws to those for whom you are a new and shiny

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This Thanksgiving, after all the eating and football and more eating (etc) our family had a bonfire. (We do that. A lot.) Once the initial 20 ft conflagration (yep, we use gasoline) had turned into a nice glow, my mother surprised us all by pulling out the Black Belt.This belt is a heirloom from her side of the family. I don't know how many generations it goes back, but it's sole purpose was

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oh... yep... Seriously, I had such great plans, THIS holiday season would be BETTER!! I'd have so much MORE CLARITY! Be MORE PREPARED! blah blah blah...yah.(Here's the blog post I wrote last year around xmas time... I never got around to reading or meditating on ANY of those great books)It's starting a bit early this year... tiny little conflicts and burdens and me in my studio working on

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My body is not put together in the most graceful fashion (according to our cultural standards). I used to spend a lot of energy in wishing I had a different shape (usually something long-limbed, willowy, etc) and occasionally I engaged in unhealthy habits trying to force my body to be different than it was.Yesterday, I biked 109 miles. And I felt strong doing it. I'm not very fast. But there

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From a conversation between the Head Of The Family and one of us who have left the The Family's religious tradition:Head Of Family: "I should have done more to keep you from falling away."One who Left: "....."The sentiment expressed by Head Of Family seems to be a fairly common one for parents who's children "leave the fold"; this sense of guilt that there was some pivotal thing left undone that

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[updated version now posted at The Exponent]I've been so busy lately, I was worried that I would forget today was election day so I put it into my calendar w/ alarms to go off and remind me throughout the day (yes, I have missed an election before. /facepalm!)Turns out I didn't need alarms; I just returned from my local poll. But it did bring up a few thoughts.Things being so busy lately, DH and

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This one's just a quickie, mostly w/ links to stuff other people have said. But it has come together in my brain as deserving mention all in one place, so HERE YOU GO. All in One Place.Earlier this month, the Mormon's had their semi-annual General Conference (a really big deal w/ sermons broadcast internationally) and the guy who is next in line to lead the church made some fairly backwards

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So... in about 7 weeks, I'm signed up to ride a 109 mile bike race. Then, a few weeks after that, I'm signed up for a half marathon. It's about time I get serious and train for these.Currently, I can bike about 50 miles, and run about 5 (not on the same day, of course). Building up the running mileage will be harder for me than the biking mileage so I have been perusing half marathon

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We went to family dinner this past Sunday. It's usually a fairly large affair; I come from a big family a good number of whom live close by, and a lot of tradition is embedded in this weekly meal . One of those traditions is singing a hymn as a prelude to the blessing of the food. We all stand in a circle around the table holding hands and sing. EVERYONE knows the hymns, all of us deeply

Gnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319139334819650146.post-24721582760538945142010-08-27T18:40:00.000-07:002010-09-04T09:25:58.862-07:00

k, the thoughts in this post have been marinating for a while but are still pretty jumbled, bear with me...I'm having conflict in my feminism. Between the kind of old-school feminism that dovetailed nicely with my prudish LDS upbringing: ie, cosmetic surgery is selling out, high-heels are tools of subjugation, and sex workers are to be pitied, verses a growing appreciation (fascination?) with

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Yep, still reading Marriage, a History. (I started it 5 months ago!?)In fact I just finished chapter 10 on the sentimentalization of Marriage in 19th century Europe and N.America. The chapter ends with this excerpt:"In the late 18th century, conservatives had warned that unions based on love and desire for personal happiness were inherently unstable. If love was the most important reason to

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(posted at The Exponent)I only have four pages left in my current journal.(I really don't like the term 'journal' but neither 'sketchbook' nor 'scrapbook' really fit either. The book is almost as full of taped in mementos, sketches, and the words of other people as it is of my thoughts and experiences. I think I'll just start calling it my 'book'. Yeah.)Four pages left is an awkward

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[a couple random thoughts, bear with me]So I just finished reading Survival of the Prettiest which was a fascinating read that left me feeling a bit old and ugly. Therefore it was all the more interesting listening to Amy Goodman interview prof Charles Ogeltree about Elena Kagan's supreme court nomination. Toward the end of the interview prof Ogeltree made this statement:"...she will be smart,

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On Tuesday I had a great idea for a Post.High off the endorphins of an intense workout, my mind began to string together all the various discomforts we willingly inflict on ourselves and for what purposes. I was going to deftly draw lines of profound similarity between exercise, dieting, body piercing/tattooing, pursuing higher education, cosmetic surgery, and the Mormon penchant for monthly

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While thumbing through this book, I ran across this essay about fantasy writers by Neil Gaiman.An excerpt:"...Frozen in black and silver for you now, these are simply masks. We who lie for a living are wearing our liar-faces, false-faces made to deceive the unwary. We must be- for, if you believe these photographs, we look just like everyone else....Read [our] books: sometimes you can catch sight

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Today Sean wrote a bit about insecurity, being thin skinned, and avoiding rejection. (Random coincidence, so did Wendy.)He basically just took the words out of my mouth.As an interesting joiner to that revelation; I'm meeting with an old friend tonight; he is convinced that if we do a brainstorming session on the subject, I will come away from it knowing how I can make at least as much off of my

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The following are excerpts from a post entitled We Believe There is an Actual living God Who Exist in 3-D Reality- Monitoring our Genitals" over at Betty Dodson/Carlin Ross's blog, which is a very sex positive blog and very NSFW so consider yourself warned. The author had some very provocative thoughts on God; those excerpts I shared here. Also, the author alludes to religious shame regarding

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This fascinating article led me to put Deborah Rhode's book The Beauty Bias on my reading list. Interesting quote from the article's review:"In the most troubling chapter in her book, Rhode explores the feminist movement’s complicated relationship to eternal youth. The truth is that women feel good about competing in beauty pageants. They love six-inch heels. They feel beautiful after

Gnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319139334819650146.post-43576263111157837602010-06-03T08:07:00.001-07:002010-12-13T07:33:03.700-08:00

(I wrote this last year but kept it in the slush pile.. however, as I just finished my third triathlon and am participating in the weekly local aquathlon, I thought I'd go ahead and publish it.)I think I may have found my thing, my niche, my community. Maybe. We'll see.After visiting multiple church groups, political discussions, feminist book clubs, artist cooperatives, etc, looking for a

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That number could be $3 million (an estimate at what Demi Moore has spent on cosmetic surgery, tho she doesn't like to talk about it)Or perhaps that number is ￡6 (what madonna spent to create her own gym) [which leads to another number: 3-6 hours she spends working out every day]The number might also be the $288 it would take to buy this anti-aging skin care set.As last resort, $39.99 looks

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(this post also at Feminist Mormon Housewives)So that's me, at the back of the church, hiding out in the last pew. The atheist mommy with a sketchbook.Lisa, Moriah and I got talking about the act of creating, of making art, and how it related to our religious beliefs. It was interesting, our different approaches. Me: I'm the naval gazer: having thought and read my way out of all belief in any

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[now posted over at The Exponent also]Here is a half-baked thought that has been marinating in the back of my head for a while:Sermons and lessons in the LDS church have elements in them that condition us to accept a Monster God.(Probably not LDS alone, but that is the majority of my church going experience so it is where I have seen it the most.) What I am thinking of here is the numerous talks

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It has happened several times now in the past week: While driving, my mind wanders (there's a lot for it to wander around in right now). Thinking through circumstances, wondering about actions made and decisions coming up...When suddenly...I realize I've taken a wrong turn. I'm on a street or highway I hadn't planned on being on (and am not sure how I got there.)******I used to be the sort of

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Why yes Avon, I DO remember when my eyes looked younger. Thank you for asking.

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one cause of significant insecurity and occasional bouts of panic/frustration/sense-of-failure: i attach huge emotional value to the dollar worth of 'what I do'.and 'what I do' has no practical dollar value (ie, brings no money to our coffers).i feel it like a chain, my little creative 'hobbies' that i, as a pampered housewife, indulge in. (god that almost made me sick to write it. but that is

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[a few thoughts while spending time at an extended family gathering during Gen Conf weekend (Sunday's 2nd session playing in the background right now)]Let's say there's this Tree House. All the cool kids go to this tree house. There they have special games that are played only in that Tree House, plus you get special green and yellow socks that you are always supposed to wear after you have

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[also posted at The Exponent]I am an obsessive journal-keeper. Always have been. For most of my life, the record I kept was pretty banal: the minutia of daily life turned into faith promoting stories. There came a point several years ago when my journaling changed, I was working out serious life questions and no longer had what it took to write out nice safe faith promoting endings. It all

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The first 29 pgs of Stephanie Coontz's Marriage, a History has been a refreshing reminder that once you look outside the box of Judeo-Christian History, there's a good collection of culturally acceptable couplings that are NOT about controlling female sexuality (with the incumbent taboos for feminine virginity/fidelity etc). Hope to write more about the book later, but wanted to share this

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At one of those big Young Women meetings we had when I was a 14 yr old Mia Maid, there was a speaker who talked about finding herself 30 and unmarried. She also talked about her career as a lawyer.It was a great talk (obviously still memorable years and years later).Maybe it was made memorable by the conversation with my father after the meeting.The conversation probably had a lot more words

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One of my biggest fears is that I will turn up pregnant.I have an IUD which has been faithfully turning the tide of semen for 5 years and mostly it goes about it's work with me even forgetting it's there. But occassionaly, I'll feel different, a slight weight change, a change in my eating patterns, something... and I'll panic.OMG I'm pregnant, am I pregnant? What will I do.........??(My

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Part 2 of today's Creative Group Experiment. (Here's part 1.)Bad Women.I took a trip when I was first married (pregnant, in fact, with my son).I stayed in a youth hostel.(To save money. Also, because I had always wanted to.)I found myself fascinated with my roommates, mostly young women (some American, some not) just out of school and taking time to travel the world a bit. We talked till late

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This is my submission for the Mind On Fire Group Creative Experiment. The card for today is The Devil. Yesterday, Sean posted a short fiction as his submission and it brought up some stuff for me; being uncomfortably close to some of my own realities. The following is an excerpt from a journal entry during a particularly dark time:Her eyes opened and she was disoriented by the light. What

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[Warning, this post contains disturbing content. Read at your discretion.]"if God was a city planner he would NOTput a playground next to a sewage system!!" -DaraldPerhaps you've heard about how NH State Rep. Nancy Elliott went off in graphic and explicit detail about homosexual sex? "We're talking about taking the penis of one man and putting it in the rectum of another man and wriggling it

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Jessawhy just put up a great post at The Exponent (thoughts about an absentee Mother in Heaven) and it got me thinking about our concept of a Heavenly Family, the one with all powerful, all loving divine Heavenly Parents.(the following is expanded from my comments on that thread, which I probably should not have made there anyways.)I realized, that if you took out the All Powerful and/or All

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I think I ogled today.At Subway, getting a six inch veggie on wheat, there was a problem with the cash register and the manager had to be called up to the front to fix it... and I kid you not, "call in the big guns" was furreals. I hope I wasn't obvious. I'm quiet and non-obtrusive by nature, but found I was having a hard time focusing on the transaction, instead just trying to fathom the

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I'm on edge lately.It started out as ambition; a challenging set of goals for this new year. Things to accomplish, things that stretch me. But I'm only on day 33 and mostly I just feel sharp and tense towards my husband and son, and distant from my friends as I try to squeeze it all in.Perhaps I just haven't found the grove yet (the right balance, the right schedule).Perhaps it's just a phase (

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[yah, this is another rant. Pay it no mind]From a thread about Interfaith Marriage (specifically, LDS to non-LDS), a commentor comes on to say such things as :"If you choose both a non-member spouse and the believing LDS path for your family you should know that sooner or later your child will feel spiritual pain that you cannot comprehend... they will be weighed down with the knowledge that [

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[This is merely a rant.I have to say it here, and not at the post where the discussion is going on, because I am really feeling the need to be sharp. And that blog is not a place for much sharpness.]So you say things are the way they are because God say's so. And that's that. You believe it with every fiber of your being and you have created all sorts of explanations to help you rationalize

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Maybe you've had one of THOSE conversations?One that seems, on the surface, to be very trivial, but what starts to really drive the discussion is layers upon layers of other stuff. History. History with each other, with other people, a history of hurts and misunderstandings and missteps. None of this is mentioned, though, it just lurks beneath the surface of what looks like a benign chat,

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[also posted at The Exponent]"If you could take the skewers of religion, those that riddle your frame, make you aware every time you move- if you could withdraw the scimitars of religion from your mental and moral systems- could you even stand?"-Elphaba, The Witch of the WestWicked. pg 387"And there was nothing save it was exceeding harshness, preaching and prophesying of wars, and contentions,

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Here's a page in my journal from about two years ago. I was working out my own personal Godhead. Not a trinity but a quartet: Father, Mother, Son and (female) spirit.Desperately trying to restructure my belief system to incorporate a little divine feminine influence in a otherwise utterly male hierarchy/power structure.Also I was re-thinking the after life: The whole three-degrees-of-glory

Gnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319139334819650146.post-25204112319927568632009-12-28T09:19:00.000-08:002009-12-28T11:59:20.871-08:00

Just a few quick thoughts while I'm in the middle (pg 155) of reading Dawkin's The God Delusion; I like biology! Wow! And the cosmology stuff the Dawkin's just finished delving into, seriously, my son's favorite book to read at night one about the universe and it was freaky cool to suddenly have a few more interesting tidbits of information to impress my kindergartner with.But when Dawkins gets

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Dusk had turned to dark but I still had 7 miles to ride before I was home. The bike path I was on took it's usual detour down, away from the road, into a stretch of isolated desert. I've ridden this route so many times, but this is the first time in the dark. There's two figures riding BMX bikes towards me. They are not kids. Men, tall, deep chests and thick arms. As we approach each other

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The Christmas season weighs heavy on me.It brings out all my contradictions: A joy for giving gifts fighting against a need for frugality and a resistance to the pervading sense of commercialism and obligation. A love of celebration warring with the heavy cultural Christian overtones. Conflicted feelings about my 6yr old's adamant profession of belief in Santa (though he has informed me that

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(2011; cross posted at The Exponent)"...I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn’t even know that I’m alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck..."-Sam.American Gods pg 394

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Because so many thought Eva Hesse was just "Tom's wife".Because so many thought Esther Broner was just "Bob's wife".Because Sister Butterfly felt the impact of LDS women who can only introduce themselves by their husband's and children's accomplishments and Mraynes discussed the issues of wives giving up their own ambitions to support their husbands.Because I just spent two hours cleaning the

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It's been on my mind a lot, this desire to find some sort of ritual that has meaning to me.The desire was reignited by participating in Tucson's All Souls Procession. A good amount of that event was just for fun, like dressing up for Halloween. But underneath it, was this urge for ceremony, for ritual, to use creative energy to make something to honor and commemorate someone/something who has

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(posted at Feminist Mormon Housewives)A room of my own. Because Virginia was right.My space, where I have room (sufficient for my needs) to work, to make, to make a mess, to make art. My entire married life I have maintained this space in our various living/family situations; sometimes it has just been a corner of a room, or half a closet and part of the table, etc. In our current local, I

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Yes, still on my mind, but not on my skin... just wanted to share some cool tattoo linksBirds flying out of their birdcages here here and hereBirds flying across backs/arms here here here and here (that last one is an interesting Banksy knock off).Plus, think he's faster now, for having wings on his heals?If you hadn't noticed, I have a thing for birds, so I was delighted to find these flickr

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This Saturday I"m going to have to do some balancing between two awesome amazing events. It is the 18 hr Comic Challenge, but I have also discovered that it's the day Tucson is having a Zombie Walk (complete with Michael Jackson Thriller dance along).So, I'm tailoring my Comic Challenge just a bit, to make room for a walk with the dead. I'll be doing a 12 hr draw (5am to 5pm) but still hoping

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There's a certain Slant of light,Winter Afternoons--That opresses, like the HeftOf Cathedral Tunes...-emily dickinson (full poem here)Perhaps it's seasonal depression, perhaps it's the pressure of holiday season, perhaps it's facing a dying year and another birthday (Capricorn!) and fears of growing older... but whatever it is, Winter is my down time. My off season. And I start to feel the

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I'm in love... swooning away wrapped up inside of these insideout tellings of old testament tales contained in the Fob Bible.I'm a sucker for a good twist on orthodoxy. I can't help myself. (BTW, CLHanson liked it too.)A few of the "plain and precious parts" are online here. Among those my favorites are Blood Red Fruit (a captivating conversation between satan and the snake), Genesis (the rib

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I went to the cannery today, was signed up for rice and sugar and dried onions. It's been a good long while since I have been to the cannery. Not sure why I never noticed it before, but I got a trippy sense of deja vous looking around the room and seeing everyone wearing aprons and funny caps on their heads. To be standing side by side in rows all wearing the same drapery and hats performing

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Please Join Us!!!! On Saturday October 24 2009, Me, John Remy, Catgirl, and a goodly handful of other friends are going to do our own version of Scott McCloud's 24 hour Comic Challenge. Here's a quick rundown of McCLoud's "official" rules but for the purposes of our comic challenge we're being flexible. (Hell, we already decided that we are just too old for the 24 hour version.)YOU DO NOT

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(continued from here...)[WARNING; some pretty horrible stuff is said in this book about homosexuals. I'm reading/writing about this out of my own morbid curiosity and a need to delve into the roots of my culture's homophobia. But please be warned, it may be upsetting.]"The possibility that one's child may become a homosexual seems, to Americans, as remote as it is repugnant. Yet the unpleasant

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Okay, so BiV beat me too writing about this (and OF COURSE, she did it way better than I could), but anyways; I'm drawing a story about Eve. Yes, drawing, because really, I'm better at images than words... though we shall see if I can jump into the sequential nature of graphic novels with any success. Now I'm still working out the particulars, but the general run down goes something like

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In the book section of a Deseret Industries I found this outstanding gem of 1970's homophobia: Growing Up Straight, What Every Thoughtful Parent Should Know about Homosexuality. A guide for parents to be able to "help prevent homosexuality from developing in youngsters" and "spot incipient homosexuality and... take steps to alter it's course." I bought it in a heartbeat. To have it as proof

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in a few minutes I will be heading out the door to go to church.in all probability, I will sit in the back and say nothing.there is really nothing I could say that would be found acceptable by my ward family.this is a issue I have mulled over and mulled over and gone back and forth with for sometime now, trying to find how to be the openly apostate member in my ward (so far, nothing open about

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From two different friends, two fascinating quotes about belief in God.From Jana:Question with boldness even the existence of a God; because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason, than that of blind-folded fear.~Thomas JeffersonAnd from Judith:[excerpts from THE AWAKENING By Don Marquis]...The God that we have worshipped for a million years begins to be,And he whom we

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A friend of mine forwarded me some of comedian Sarah Haskin's skitswhen I googled Sarah Haskins I found that there's also one who's an elite triathelet:To be really cool, I thought I'd try to find a brain surgeon who is also named Sarah Haskins. There may actually be one out there, but I left off simply finding the youngest brain surgeon in Briton, Gelareh Zadeh (who is also a mom.)Anyhow, from

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[also posted at The Exponent]Atheism- the absence of belief in the existence of deities.At a large family dinner a few years ago, the conversation turned to the topic of one of my cousins (not present at this gathering). It had been discovered that this cousin no longer believed in the church (!!) which revelation brought about a general round of disappointed head-shaking. But that was not all,

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I encountered an amazing short story the other day.Break the Vessel by Vylar Kaftan. It is speculative fiction with some rather gruesome and erotic aspects to it, just to give you fair warning. (Also a warning, this post may give away spoilers. So read the story first if you are interested. It's not long.)Break the Vessel in it's self is fascinating but I was particularly struck by a strong

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(John get's the credit for the title to this post.)So, I'm not the best homemaker, but I swear I did mop the floor. Occasionally./Ahem.Yah, so I was mortified when I went to spot clean something that had spilled on the floor and saw the contrast of the light clean spot against the dingy brown of the rest of the tiles. (I had sort of forgotten that our tiles were light colored, the gradual

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[a revised version of this post is at the exponent.]I've had several conversations with individuals who continue to attend the LDS church, even though they may have serious doubts about the theological/doctrinal claims, because they like the church's emphasis on family.It finally clicked for me (yeah, took me a while) that it was the church's particular emphasis and teachings on family that first

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John doesn't kill the wolf spiders in his desk.(Yeah, that's not what the post is about, but he does mention this fact. And it's a good post, you should read it.)Here I must try to expunge my guilt.I kill the spiders.The big hairy ones.If they stay in the garage, they are okay, I let them live.But if they cross the threshold (well, if i see them that is)...Just the other day it happened and the

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About three weeks ago, I had a few more holes put in my head (as my mom would say). It's been about a year since my last piercing, and I thought it was time for another.I've also been doing some pondering about whether my birds should fly over my arm, or under my arm. Or both.Anyhow, while I continue to ponder, I though I'd share with you some stats about tattoos that I gathered from this

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Cabaret sensation Amanda Palmer last week took a bunch of pics of herself nekkid and put them out for folks to appropriate for artistic purposes.Last week I went to the gym but forgot my workout t-shirt. I decided to not let it stop me and worked out in my sports bra and shorts. And felt so completely exposed.I have several years worth of life drawing experience under my belt (yah, very punny,)

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I just got back from the bank. Set up my own separate checking account and deposited this week's check into it.But let me back up.For my hubby's birthday I bought him this watch. A sweet little training aid. All sorts of cool bells and whistles.And I bought it with the money I earned through my part time job as a receptionist and from photographing a wedding. The past few years I have never

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We did some spring cleaning a bit ago. Made a nice big pile of stuff to go to goodwill. I tackled our son's room and decided that all the baby stuff we had been holding onto just needed to go. I'm not planning on having another child, let's free up some shelf space. When DH came in to take the pile out to the car, and saw all the baby stuff I had put on it, his shoulders slumped a bit. "Oh"

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I say a lot of stuff in my head that will never ever make it past my vocal chords. The most recent non-verbal conversation that keeps banging around in my head has to do with finding out that my underwear has been a topic of discussion for a particular LDS male acquaintance. "Get your mind off my underwear!" I'd love to say to this upright and utterly self-righteous prig. "Do you think your

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I sat down to write a post the other night and after working on it for almost 4 hours I deleted the whole thing in frustration.I make lists in my journal of things I want to write about, but when I finally get to sit down for a minute or more, nothing comes; I blankly stare at the screen. Or, like the other night, write and write and write and then give up with the futility of it all.Even now, I

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(posted at the exponent.)The first time that I went through the temple, I knew that I would come back and become a worker there. I knew this the moment that a woman parted a white veil to usher me into a room and laid her hands upon my head.Backing up a few years, I was one of those beehives who was fairly ticked off at the system that promoted boys to the priesthood and me to lessons on

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In the latest issue of Free Inquiry Phil Zuckerman seeks to create a new label within the Secular Humanist community: Aweism.A brief overview of his thoughts:"'Atheist Is Fine, But...Of course I am an atheist; I don't believe that any of the gods that have been created by humans actually exist... But it's not [a label] I feel comfortable using when people ask me to label myself. Here's why.

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I think it's time.Time I had "the talk" with my parents.Time I answered some of their questions.(Btw, I have contemplated 'coming out' before, but never did.)Why now? Why not before? They have asked multiple times in the past, "What is up with you?". But always my response was "I can't talk about it right now."Now I feel different. See, before, I was still in an uncomfortable and unstable

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Last weekend our family went to the lake for church. Two weeks previous we visited the First Congregational United Church of Christ together. This up and coming Sunday (mothers day) we will be attending our LDS ward. It's kind of a work in progress, but when I made the decision to attend church again, this is what my Lover and I negotiated concerning how our Sundays would look. Two Sundays a

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