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Oy.  Ten-hour workdays with no lunch break are much better when capped off with a nice, big bowl of phô.  Chicken noodle soup? PUH-LEASE.

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Day 1 of no shampoo (baking soda followed by apple cider vinegar): my scalp had been itching like crazy for days, but it hadn’t occurred to me that it might be the shampoo I was using. I’ve been using it for almost two years without a problem. Almost immediately after washing, I realized that it hadn’t started to itch, and right now it still isn’t itchy. It feels just as soft as it had with shampoo and conditioner.

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Neverwhere [Adaptation]


It’s the Deal of the Day at Audible.com, for just $1.95.

Of course, if you are not in the US, you might have to persuade it that you are by, for example, giving it a US zipcode. Did I say that out loud?

Reblogging so I can find it tonight!

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I read a short blurb about day jobs and artists (mainly writers—actually all writers, I think).  Wait, wait, hang on, I’ll be non-lazy and go find it.



I work as a paralegal/legal assistant/clerk/general errand person.  There is generally a good amount of work to be done—there was before I was moved from just clerk/file temp into this job.  Only we didn’t hire anyone to fill my old spot, so while I’ve been learning the new job I’ve kept doing everything I already did.  As a result, there has been a slight overflow of work for the number of people there are to do it.  And now one of our attorneys is on maternity leave.  

Ever since I got the paralegal part of the work, I’ve been trying to finish things.  Like, DO ALL THE THINGS finish.  It’s only in the past week or so that it’s dawned on me that the idea of having a job is that work is never finished.  My FINISH FINISH FINISH mindset has been there since I was a small child and got frustrated with where I was in a book, how fast I was doing a project.  I would lose patience, get angry and usually give up.  Gradually, it’s gotten slightly better, but was not helped by the extreme deadline-orientedness of college, and the three-to-six-week production period for most shows I’ve been involved with.  General enthusiasm at the beginning, followed by steady, fun work, followed by tech week panic and post-opening drinking and sleep binge, followed by a slight respite while we did a run that was just long enough to get the hang of everything by closing, after which we’d strike everything as fast as possible to make room for the next show, before going on another drinking and sleep binge.  And for the record, I was not good at the drinking part or the sleep part.

But there’s always been a clear finish line.  This doesn’t have one, and I guess that’s good.  If your day job starts to look like it has a finish line, it probably means you’re going to be unemployed very soon.  And I feel like it’s been helping me change my mind away from “I am wasting all my time doing this thing I didn’t major in” and toward “I have work to do every day and that is a good thing.”  I feel more able to start building something of my own alongside what I do for forty hours every week.

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The trouble with starting a new thing is that whether you want to or not, you end up using the old thing as a standard of measurement. You want the new thing to live up to the old thing, or at least to what you thought the old thing was. But therein lies the rub: your memories of the old thing before it was broken are skewed. You vision of the old thing was skewed even before it became a memory. That’s the problem: the old thing was broken to begin with.
So how do you know if the new thing works?

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I finally attacked the window area with my vacuum—it turns out that when you leave spiders to do their spider thing, they…um…do their spider thing.  And then more spiders appear and do their spider thing.  So I just vacuumed up some egg sacs, but left the adults.  I did some research and the one in my window are called arabesque orbweavers, and they live a maximum of 80 days as adults.  I have seen these beauties hanging out in the webs they built on the outsides of the windows of the 30th floor of the Daley Center (which is as high up as I’ve been in Chicago to date).  Even if they’re born up there (making it unnecessary to climb up 30 very tall stories), they survive the breezes and the stronger storms and they get HUGE!

I cannot kill them.  I just can’t.

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Two Years, In My Case

I lost a follower.  Either someone got fed up with one more Ferguson post on their feed, or one of the porn blogs realized I generally only reblog posts about words.  When I’m not whining about my life, that is.  And *seriously,* the only reason I post so much about how things suck is that all my decent posts are still in draft form because *whine* it takes so LONG to make a good post!  

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This is a very serious disease* so I gladly accept the “bucket challenge”

*My heart goes out to all those who struggle with ALS but I am, of course, talking about the disease of apathy.  If (and hopefully when) Michael Brown’s killer is brought to justice and convicted of 1st degree murder, it still won’t prevent this from happening again. We cannot accept this as the status quo. We MUST continue the fight at the ballot box, in the media and by working to create systemic change. I’m not naive to the dirty politics (redistricting, voter ID requirements, etc) that will try to prevent us from our goal. But I refuse to give up hope. My “bullet bucket challenge” is not about pointing fingers and it’s not about being angry. Every shell casing in that bucket represents the life of someone who fought and died in the goal for civil rights and human dignity. As a member of law enforcement (yes I really am a reserve sheriff) I will not stand idly by while others violate civil and human rights under the cover of authority and I will insist that other good cops rise to the same standard as well. As a black man I will demand more from myself and my community. I will not allow outsiders to co-opt our struggle in order to commit violence in our name. I’m channeling my outrage into action so I no longer feel powerless. It’s not about black or white. It’s not about rich or poor. It’s about us vs. them. There are more of us — from all races, genders and identities — then there will ever be of them. And we will be victorious.

"The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who, in times of great moral crisis, maintain their neutrality"

Join me.


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Ugh. About 5-6 years ago (I guess I’ve officially reached the age when I lose track), I had a truly terrible bout of mono that lasted six weeks, plus a thee-week recuperation period (during which I went to work and limited rehearsals, but did not go out to bars or parties). Because having mono is basically like getting temple-married to the Eppstien-Barr virus, I get little flair-ups when I’ve got too much stress and not enough rest, and now I’ve got a little mono-type (but not daguerreotype…HAW!) exhaustion thing going on. So I think I’ll try to vacuum a small bit when I get home and then go to bed.

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