Today is the longest day of the year. Good thing, too. It’s also Monday, and that means preparing for the week, as well as tying up loose ends.
Category: Goings on
Dying for a coffin kitchen!
Sometimes, I play this game with the Internet — I throw a question at it and see what answer it returns.
I was needing some inspiration, and the net god sent me back a gaping void. 37 ideas on how to jumpstart creativity, starting with 1. Ignore everybody.
My favorite, and the answer to my question — 24. Don’t worry about finding inspiration. It comes eventually.
ok!
I was shocked by this.
In the accompanying May 30,2010 New York Times story, “The Great Unknown,” a blessing of war, it says, is the fact that, now, at least, we are able to name those we have lost. In earlier wars, we had no idea who the dead were. Small consolation.
“The sad reality is that there will likely be new recruits for Arlington’s ranks, now 300,000 strong,” Robert Poole, author of On Hallowed Ground said. “Though all losses are painful, perhaps we can take some consolation in the knowledge that the names of those who will sacrifice so much are unlikely to go unknown.”
Graphic is by Rumors, a design studio.
Whale songs that you orchestrate
Not for baby. Here’s some interesting wallpaper, although I don’t know in which room it should be hung. The bathroom? The kitchen? The mud room? How about the foyer? Or maybe the bedroom, where the images will inspire sleep???
Here’s what alligators sound like baligator3
and lots of other interesting sounds on this site. yes, i like sounds
Here’s what Sanders says: Pinch a Little Sunshine!
Yes, I love this. I was thinking how grumpy and stressed out I’ve been. Can hardly stand myself, and along comes this guy who reminds me to look on the bright side! I had forgotten how!
So, today, what did i notice bright and sunny? The most gorgeous blue skies! And I love being nestled in my bedroom — it’s dark and cool. And, while I’ve been working, I’ve sipped the most delicious herbal tea!
Oh my!
Last night, I dreamed that this horrible hairy sharp-toothed animal with a brain just as smart as a human was attacking me and another person. It was terrifying. The animal couldn’t be outsmarted, and all I had was a club to deal with it, and it was attacking the other person, so when do you bash without hitting the person you are trying to protect?
Good question, when do you bash without hurting the person you are trying to protect? Same problem with bullets. When do you fire away, and hit the target, rather than the other poor human in the same predicament? The two are too close. Too enmeshed for a sure shot on the mark.
Reminds me of my son. Speaking up is like striking or bashing. Keeping quiet is complicity.
Martha gave me the most wonderful book about headstrong sons that we love and fear for. The Stardust Lounge by Deborah Digges.
The other choice, it seems, is to understand that these angry young men learned everything from their moms. Digges navigated the muddied waters of her son’s teenage years pretty much the same as I, with terror and trepidation.
Then she turned a corner. Allowed him the strength of his convictions – the space gave him the opportunity to figure out the ramifications of his actions, and to really choose his course. It worked. Thanks, Deborah, for you insight…
Bitch Rag 