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Thursday, December 6, 2001

oh, and...
And another thing....

Comment, people. I'm a feedback whore. Tell me about your day.

---e

Posted by beth @ 05:50 PM PST [Link]

freewords
All you almost-anarchs and publishing fringists -- have you seen this yet? She's looking for volunteers to randomly place these things all over the world in bookstores everywhere.

I, of course, volunteered for Seattle. There's a couple of places where I don't think I'd even have to sneak them in. I could just walk in, say "I'm putting this here for free", and they'd likely say okay. Left Bank, for instance.

Left Bank is cool, incidentally. If you get up this way, go to Pike's and up next to first is this book collective (literally -- you volunteer to work there, which I just might do), and they sell -zines-, and other varied writings from the fringe. I can't wait to have money again. I'm -so- there. (Again. I bought something like $30 worth of zines there once before, but they're all in CA and it makes me cry.)

I'm off to go for a walk. I need cigarettes and some kind of food. (I keep forgetting to eat during the day. Not that this is a bad thing. Maybe I'll get rid of the last of my love handles. But still....eating is good.)

Oh, and if you haven't already, read The Four Agreements. It'll change your life. I think I'm doing an article in the next IQ about it, in fact. Great stuff.

off to find food,
-0----e

Posted by beth @ 05:47 PM PST [Link]

Tuesday, December 4, 2001

people on the bus go up and down...
This is mostly just for me, or anyone else sans-car who lives in Seattle.

I guess they've always done this over the phone, but now it's online, too -- WOOHOO!.

Now I can go anywhere with an address. And only have to worry that I'll miss the bus, rather than worrying about how to FIND the bus I need. (The other day I just got on one heading in the general direction of where I was going and hoped it stopped somewhere nearby. Luckily, it did.)

-------e

Posted by beth @ 04:20 PM PST [Link]

and yet more...
Just found Andrea Scher too.

She's running the photobooth project that I keep thinking about every time I dip into my wallet and see the wacky photos of me and Ben that we got from one of those booths in Santa Monica on the day it was POURING rain.

Even her links list is inspiring.

I'm tired of being down. I need more caffeine. Don't we all?
---e

Posted by beth @ 02:25 PM PST [Link]

random linkage
Okay, so Louise mentions this girl, Jessamyn, whom, I guess, is some kind of online celebrity. I've never heard of her. So Looloo gives me the url and off I go.

Three hours later, and here I am, still poking around this site, taking tons of links, and realizing that I love this woman. I AM this woman, only not nearly as cool.

Check out her bookmaking project, and this nifty DIY site that she linked.

I'm never going to leave, am I? I'm going to be here, in webhell for the rest of my natural life, looking at things that I can't make because all of my art supplies are in California and I'm too poor to go get 'em.

:) /end bitching.

But seriously, this makes me want to get out the few things I have and spend my last $9 on supplies and just Make Stuff.

----e

Posted by beth @ 02:11 PM PST [Link]

Monday, December 3, 2001


I want my presence to make people happier.

I want a houseboat on the lake.

I want perfect steak stir-fry.

I want new shoes, practical and impractical.

I want to know, without a shadow of a doubt, that I am loved.

I want a kick-ass job and to retain my free time.

I want to find my inner dominatrix.

I want to find my life's g-spot.

I want travel journals from every place in the world that I want to go.

I want really good clam chowder.

I want more than one pair of socks.

I want all the art supplies I left behind.

I want to smell like almonds and honey.

I want to feed the ducks without my fingers going numb.

I want a great body, no split ends, and perkier boobs.

I want an old mustang convertible and enough gas for a road trip anywhere.

I want an unlimited free postage account.

I want to be trusted.

I want to be utterly impeccable with my word.

I want to be bad, down to the core, in a good way.

I want to be respectable.

I want to be really good at one thing instead of kinda good at a lot of things.

I want to quit smoking and take up yoga instead.

I want to be able to move like a cat.

I want to fly.

I want world peace and great sex.

I want to write that novel that's been brewing.

I want a space of my own.

I want to be completely independent.

I want not to have to be alone.

I want thick turkish cloves and someone to appreciate my lips.

I want to breathe deeply, dream deeply, and love deeply.

I want excitement, and contentment, not necessarily at once.

I want to know all about everything I'm interested in.

I want to collect college degrees like baseball cards.

I want it all.

---e

Posted by beth @ 05:25 PM PST [Link]

zine flurry
I think I found my new favorite distro. Moon Potatoes seems to be pretty darn nifty, carrying a lot of the stuff that I -haven't- seen at pander (my usual haunt), though to be fair, I haven't been over to pander in quite some time, either, since I'm cashless.

Jacaranda's got this great links page at pitas where a ton of artistic, interesting souls are listed. (S'where I got thelink for Moon Potatoes, by the way), and even though I *do* actually have better things to be doing today, here I sit, clicking through this list like an obsessed spidermonkey.

Sigh. I need some more mental stimulation, I think.

Actually, that's not true. I just got done reading Cameron Tuttle's _Bad Girl's Guide to Getting What You Want_ and I'm moving on to a much less "badgirl" title with Don Miguel Ruiz's _The Four Agreements_, which has me thinking very seriously about the way I've been treating myself. I've been more aware of my self-talk lately, and it's really not so good.

So maybe, I don't need more mental stimulation, being foggy may just be my way of trying to deal with everything, and I'm trying to distract myself rather than entertain myself.

Ah, the joy of a.m. self-psychology. I should have a radio call-in show.

------e

Posted by beth @ 10:41 AM PST [Link]

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