stone against skin
September 10th: the bee's knees, and other insect erogenous zones
"On one occasion some one put a very little wine into a wine-cooler, and said that it was sixteen years old. "It is very small for its age," said Gnathæna."
—Athenæus. circa 200 A. D.
"I will be the sky above the Ganges
—REM, Be Mine
I will be the vast and stormy sea
I will be the lights that guide you inland
i'll be the visions that you see
you and me"
Dream:
When I wanted to write him, I decided to go see him instead. So I went to the Basilica (which was located in Seattle instead of Minneapolis) and sat in the pews, looking for Sid. (I'm not sure why I thought he would be at the cathedral. Do punks go to Catholic churches?) When everyone got up and lined up for confession, I walked out of the cathedral and located a bunch of people who had oddly-colored hair and lots of black leather. I asked them if they knew sid and if he was here. "Yeah," said this one girl, "I know him, but he's not here. Which is sad because he doesn't like to miss confession." She went on to talk about how much she liked Sid. "He's very old-school punk, and he has a filthy mouth and he looks very mean, but his eyes are kind. I like people with kind eyes." I agreed that he had kind eyes, and added that XXXXXXX wouldn't have hired him if he didn't know his shit. She said that he was very smart.
I never found Sid, but the girl i was talking to and I went out for coffee. and I woke up, dreaming of how coffee tastes.
I dreamed that I was at XXXXXX, and the new person on the team was named Sid Uglhte (pronounced Ugly). He had pink hair, lots of facial piercings, and was wearing black leather, but he knew what he was doing. He gave me his email address and told me to write him.
Reality:
I am discovering the frustration of having just a little bit too little time to do things I want to do. I really want to get back into the spiritual swing of things again, but I feel very blocked off from it. My mind wanders, I don't have time to do the rituals, things gather on my altar that don't belong there...Finishing the cleaning will help, a lot. there's still a lot of weird energy floating around the house, and when I clean I clean metaphysically as well as physically.
It's such a sweet spot for meditation, though. Mmmm. i love my house.
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Yet Another Worry for possible relocation: what the fuck would happen to madstop.org? I'd be taking the machine with me, of course, since I do need physical access to the machine, but I have no idea how much real colocation actually costs.
*sighs* But, really, that's about the last of my real worries. I think my days in Seattle may well be numbered.
Any readers in Minneapolis or Kansas City or Omaha have contacts with companies who are looking for a whip-smart Web production lead who has proven experience writing, editing, coordinating people, documenting processes, information design, and researching, as well as hobby experience with image creation, Unix sysadminning, and leaping tall buildings in a single bound, who thrives on stress and is very organized?
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I think i'm coming down with a cold. This could be bad. Very, very bad.
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and how the heck would i come up with the money to move?
Gah. Loans. Need loans. Or relocation assistance. Preferably the latter.
I think it's going to be worth it if I do it, though. either Minneapolis or Kansas City would bring me closer to people I love.
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Tori tomorrow night, Greenspire Medieval Faire this weekend, and the state fair starts this weekend.
So many things to do!
the moment:
stone against skin
CD: Jonatha Brooke, 10 Cent Wings
Book: Alias Grace, Margaret Atwood
Outside: sunny and nice, but I wish it would rain
Doing: my node id sduffed up
Link: Windows NT FAQ not exciting, but highly useful to me, at least
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