Adulting, Ideas and Musings

The Ethics of Chowing Down

I’m a meat-eater, and I’m a reader. I’m not a reader of social media posts so much. I read books. A lot of books. Besides chocolate, it’s my drug of choice. So, there I am, minding my own business, reading “Evil: The Science Behind Humanity’s Dark Side” by Julia Shaw, when I find myself flying into a minor rage. Meat-eater Rage Julia Shaw has a lot of very interesting ideas about the things we tend to think of as “evil”. I started reading it because there have been a lot of behaviors going on in the community I’m a part of that I see as evil and violent. I’m trying to make sense of it all. I’m having a hard…

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Adulting

Don’t Take that Money! The Politics of a Fundraiser

The Auction Recently, I was at a friend’s benefit to help her get her new business off the ground. It was a typical event with an MC and an auction and a bunch of raffles. There was food, and music, and art. And there were a bunch of people wanting to support my friend. There was a piece of art on auction and I bid on it. At first, I was the only one bidding on it but then a married couple, who are also friends of mine, started bidding on it too. AHA! A BIDDING WAR! I was very excited. And the war started. Now, I’m having fun. The piece of art mattered less to me than the fact…

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My Noodle

Running Towards Fear

Today, I am afraid. I’m deathly afraid and I’m afraid all the time. Trying to sort through the fear in any sort of meaningful way, seeing it as a whole, flummoxes me. I have an appointment with another health care worker and that makes it worse. I have a history of being fired by therapists, coaches, anyone who are supposed to help. I guess it’s a little like dating, after one too many bad dates, I feel like throwing in the beach towel. Today, I fear Death. Not Death itself, but the idea that it’s time for me to die. It might be next year, next month, tomorrow, or even today. I feel my mortality. Deeply. I am going to…

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Adulting, Ideas and Musings

Power and the Little Queen

I remember they day I saw true power. True strength. And from a source I didn’t expect it from. The Dance I was at a Sunday dance at Ecstatic Dance Seattle. For those who don’t know, these are dances you can just go to and dance your truth. No one’s drunk and hitting on you. No one’s puking in the bathroom. You can just be yourself. At this dance there were a bunch of 3 to 4-year-old girls running around. It’s a family friendly dance.  Usually there are maybe one or two little girls, but this time a good dozen of them were there. I have no idea where they came from. Before the dance started, almost all of them…

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Ideas and Musings

Solo Show? Challenge Accepted

Only July 25, 2019, Sa-rah, from the Pocket Theater, put up a challenge to a group of people to put up a solo show in October. I wasn’t on the list… <sob>  Actually I was. Challenge accepted. What the hell did I just do? I’m already stretched thin with trying to get this blog organized, dealing with the take-over of my company, oh and my acid reflux is back with a vengeance and is keeping me from getting any sleep. And when I do sleep, I have weird dreams. Tom Ellis from “Lucifer” trying to keep me from being an over-eager fan of Salt, from Salt and Peppa, who has decided to become a film director. The Devil had to…

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Ideas and Musings, Quotational Deliverance!

Karin and the Bitch-Slap

Yeah, I’m on Crackbook. Uh, I mean Facebook. I both post things that are very personal and yet aren’t personal at all. I’m talking about quotes. I used to post things that are obviously directly relevant to me. (And still do sometimes) What I noticed was that everyone has an opinion. Everyone has advice. Everyone tends to get triggered by different things. I just don’t want to deal with all of that. But it usually only happens when it’s obvious that it’s “mine”. MINE. I own the words, the idea, the sentence, the offensive pile of sh!*t. That’s when I get pummeled with opinions with a side of shame and blame. That’s when everyone thinks they know how to “fix”…

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