"trust me I'm a thief"

At PSB on a study date. In the back of the room, there's someone doing a book reading who I'm finding unbearably grating. "Soak up the ambient vagina". Really?

Light and I finished our ASL class. For reasons unclear to me, there was one woman in class who refused in an obvious and jarring way, to be either Light's or my partner. I don't even remember her name, she didn't seem interesting in any way, I wouldn't recognize her if I ran into her Right Now, but I couldn't find a way to let go of not knowing why she wouldn't practice with either of us. (I never came up with a good answer.)

I randomly bought someone's typewriter, the girl at Buffalo Exchange told me I had good taste, I might have figured out how to bring some order to the various chaos and crises at work, and I kind of adore doing systems work.

I've started reading House of Leaves at long last. Not an especially good book for train-reading, it's simultaneously unwieldy and absorbing. (I didn't learn the weld/wield difference until I hit college, and I still remember being corrected, outside the dining hall in the sunlight, laughing it off hollowly). There's a footnote about riddles, and outgrowing the idea of answers that's really haunting me today.

Do I post to lj, even if it feels awkward, or do I wait until I feel more confident about what I'm saying? I don't always remember which comes first, the action or the epiphany, so I'll go get pierced or tattooed, or go on a throwing-things-away binge. I'll stop sending things out for a little bit, seeing what comes back, I'll keep throwing up lines of old poetry in my head.

For the moment, I'll just keep reading blogs about Readercon and harassment until there's enough information in me that something precipitates out.

"trust me I'm a thief"

At PSB on a study date. In the back of the room, there's someone doing a book reading who I'm finding unbearably grating. "Soak up the ambient vagina". Really?

Light and I finished our ASL class. For reasons unclear to me, there was one woman in class who refused in an obvious and jarring way, to be either Light's or my partner. I don't even remember her name, she didn't seem interesting in any way, I wouldn't recognize her if I ran into her Right Now, but I couldn't find a way to let go of not knowing why she wouldn't practice with either of us. (I never came up with a good answer.)

I randomly bought someone's typewriter, the girl at Buffalo Exchange told me I had good taste, I might have figured out how to bring some order to the various chaos and crises at work, and I kind of adore doing systems work.

I've started reading House of Leaves at long last. Not an especially good book for train-reading, it's simultaneously unwieldy and absorbing. (I didn't learn the weld/wield difference until I hit college, and I still remember being corrected, outside the dining hall in the sunlight, laughing it off hollowly). There's a footnote about riddles, and outgrowing the idea of answers that's really haunting me today.

Do I post to lj, even if it feels awkward, or do I wait until I feel more confident about what I'm saying? I don't always remember which comes first, the action or the epiphany, so I'll go get pierced or tattooed, or go on a throwing-things-away binge. I'll stop sending things out for a little bit, seeing what comes back, I'll keep throwing up lines of old poetry in my head.

For the moment, I'll just keep reading blogs about Readercon and harassment until there's enough information in me that something precipitates out.