Archive for the ‘hobbies’ Category

what my self-care looks like

As of today:

  • Smashing headcrabs with a crowbar
  • Reading awesome books and drinking beer
  • Swimming laps (with the added vindictive pleasure of “fuck you” to folks who think fatties shouldn’t wear bathing suits)
  • Cross-stitching Stargate chevrons while watching Jane Eyre (thank you, Masterpiece Theatre, for making a version that doesn’t suck)
  • Making puddioca, then eating it
  • Visiting my sister and SITTING ON THE PORCH (goddamn it, I love sitting on the porch)
  • Actually going to yoga

All of the above are subject to change.

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ye olde sanitiz-ed faire

Now is the time of year that I start getting hyped up for the Renaissance Festival.  3 years ago I finally had enough cash to buy a set of garb, and let me tell you, that was one of my favorite baby steps into fat acceptance.  This is odd, because technically a bodice is a way of restricting a woman’s body (and justifying our weakness and tendency toward “hysterics,” because a person can’t breathe properly in that shit).  But I got all courageous and tried that sucker on, and a nice lady-in-waiting laced me up and I went to go look at myself in the mirror and it was awesome AND THEN another lady-in-waiting came up to me and clucked her tongue in disapproval and pulled that sucker down so my decolletage was front and center which was even MORE AWESOME.

So I like Renaissance Festivals.

Which made me lol at Sady’s missive on Menaissance Festivals, especially where the white folks “get off on re-enacting cartoonish imitations of massively oppressive time periods while somehow also always imagining that they would be members of the privileged elite class, and not one of the lowly and downtrodden.

And also this quote from Paul Mooney, via swpd:

“White people like going back in time, which is always a problem for me. I can only go back so far. Any farther and my black ass is in chains.”

I can go back as far as I want and, as long as I’m rich and white, baby, it’s all turkey-legs and jousting from here.  Outside of that you’re fucked, but I know the manly lord that’ll get you into the beirgarten.

to lifehacker

Oh, Lifehacker.  You’re littered with posts on how to save a minute here, a minute there, and make life simpler by using wire shelving to hide your computer cord clutter, or clever little apps that disable your keyboard so you can clean it without disconnecting it from your computer.

The thing is, LH (may I call you LH?) I can easily spend an hour catching up on all of your posts in my reader, and the amount of actual advice I’ve utilized from them is, well… actually, I don’t know if I have successfully utilized any of it.  I want to build my own moss terrarium for work, but both of my jobs are ending in a few months and I don’t know if I’ll have a place to put them after I leave.  I want to create my own pot rack out of a chain hung from the ceiling, but I’m moving in a month so what’s the point in doing that?

I need to find a new job.  I need to work on getting accepted to graduate school.  I need to find a new apartment.  And when I’m not doing those things, I’m already thinking about this blog and the innumerable froo-froo projects* that clutter up my space that are neglected when I play through a trial version of Half Life 2 because I’ve been putting off buying the real version because I don’t have money to be spending on unnecessary things like video games that suck away my already limited spare time.

I don’t blame you, Lifehacker.  This hurts me more than it hurts you.  Maybe one day, when I have steady employment and stable housing, I can visit with you again.  Right now, we just need some time apart.

*Though it cuts me deep, CRAFTzine may not be far behind.

tuesday afternoon pretty

My left hand as a guinea pig from Sunday afternoon. Practice makes perfect.

My hennaed hand, arabesque style.

24-hour make-a-long!

Last night, I blew another 2 hours watching Hulu (fine, 3 if you add all of the youtube-d blooper videos I watched, because I love it when people fail to keep their shit together).  I sit at a computer all day at work, subscribe to way too many blogs and fail to read them all, and with this new-fangled blogging dream I have, I spend the majority of my life staring at a computer screen.

This is my only major complaint when it comes to techmologies, especially when I look at the pitiful amount of free space I have left in my Google calendar.  There is no way on this earth that I can read everything I want to online, compose thoughtful replies to it (online), amuse myself with random internet detritus, keep 3 jobs, stay in touch with friends, visit family, and possibly have any time to myself.

So in short my complaint is this: there’s too much internetz.   Stop being so prolific, people.  It could very easily suck all of my time away.  This means I have to institute some boundaries: including (but not limited to) allowing myself to click on the “mark all items as read” button, even if I haven’t read all items.  Because, I can read all of the sweet tutorials I want to, but if I don’t allow myself time to actually do the projects, what the hell good is it?

At this point, I have to give myself explicit permission to stay away from the computer, because there are so many things I could be doing (job hunting, finally weeding through my mp3s, learning how to format this blog, actually finishing my LinkedIn profile, et cetera…)

Which brings me to my point: Lee, over at her blog leethal, is hosting a 24-hour make-a-long, the goal of which is to get yourself away from the computer and make stuff. That’s it!  She’s coupling it with the April Stash-Bust, which I think is fabulous, and therefore I am going to copycat.

Banner for April Stash Bust

But, I really want to do this.   I suppose I have to use up at least one of those stray skeins of yarn I have lying around first.

So, march’s Saturday, April 10th:  it’s MAKIN’ time.