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May 30th, 2009 at 6:02 pm #
my mind has been running non-stop lately. loving on the Speak crew… pondering (and torturing CripChick with long meandering emails) on what disability means for me & how it affects me/may begin to affect me more… thinking a lot still about appropriation & worrying a lot to not appropriate in my own work, which means right now i’m not actually making anything… reading a cool (male) somali author and really enjoying it… worrying about how i’m gonna afford the school uniforms my son needs for this next year, esp since i cannot buy them too early bcuz he may outgrow them by september!… really really wishing i had a camera bcuz there is so much stuff i want to document, so many things i’d like to show, including my morning walk to the office for a re-thinking walking post, but no $ for such a toy right now… also really really sad bcuz the tax return i thought i’d be able to use to go visit my shaykh had to be used to pay for rent, doctor office co-pays and completely revamping the way i eat & what medicines/herbs/vitamins i take… totally psyched about the work CripChick and her crew did regarding disability rights, and about the work Kameelah’s students did with their photography project… ecstatic to find out that two dear friends are pregnant… learning how to accept being alone…
May 30th, 2009 at 6:12 pm #
Hating the code i’m working on, and hating that the fact it was written by a third party which happens to be in India prompts all kinds of “Indian coder” jokes at my work instead of “crap coders”… which don’t get anywhere near the level of hate the Indians do.
May 30th, 2009 at 6:25 pm #
oh, boy polerin….sounds like a ton of fun. I’ve worked in a situation like that where it was indian people doing code stuff for a webiste, and the owner kept calling them “the indians.” over and over. The Indians need to fix X. We’ll need to let the Indians know about that.
I’m like–really? I mean, we can’t let the tech folks know?
May 30th, 2009 at 6:28 pm #
oh hey girl! I’ve been thinking about my dream women’s center (remember that idea?). when I get to amc in ’10 I want to have some kind of workshop/brainstorm on alternative ownership structures so I can start to think in a concrete way about how to make it happen.
May 30th, 2009 at 6:28 pm #
who is the somali author ur reading Aaminah??? i’m looking for lots of new books to read–I’ve been really into graphic novels these days tho. I just finished reading the Maus series (it’s two books) and a book by something bechel (i think annie)–dykes to watch out for and another one about her family (the second part is something like “a dark tragicomedy” or something)–they are all really good, but I think I liked the maus books better–although i did appreciate the strong queer presence and conflict in both the bechel books. the maus books were much more creative, I thought–dug a little deeper through the use of layers and symbolism. Symbolism always rocks my world.
May 30th, 2009 at 6:32 pm #
ooh, girl, that’s what I’m working on now! I just got the book “accupuncture is like noodles: the little red (cook) book of working class acupuncture” and it ROCKS so hard because it does exactly what you’re talking about–thinking through ways to create alternative ownership structures that center on health…I’m working on a series of “read alone” posts, you totally should get it (half the price goes towards starting up new clinics!) and read along with me! maybe it will inspire something in you that you can use for the future!
May 30th, 2009 at 9:47 pm #
Wondering where next month’s rent is going to come from, and the month after that. It knots up my stomach.
Reading Samuel R. Delany’s mindboggling/genderbending/space-queer Stars In My Pocket Like Grains of Sand.
There is an intensely smelly rescued cat hiding under my bed, slowly emanating stink, like some kind of reverse air-freshener.
May 30th, 2009 at 10:06 pm #
Saw Ben Harper and Amel Larrieux, met a very cool woman with an interesting life and was persuaded to hang out with this guy who needs to check his insecurities instead of being mad at women (or should I say me).
May 31st, 2009 at 12:54 am #
Music is on my mind these days
Been trying to pick up my bass in my hands every day and feel the reassuring solidity, whatever I end up doing with it. Even singing a bit … am starting to believe there’s a voice in here somewhere I can find.
Sometimes music is life.
May 31st, 2009 at 3:38 am #
running around like mad . Working alot writinga play . Still being wishy washy on that email I sent you about the thing with the person.
Desperate ly trying to return phone calls
May 31st, 2009 at 8:37 am #
hi! good morning! i’ve been thinking about walking. i’ve been walking more. your space is reminding me to take time for myself, to feel the connection between myself and my body, to listen to and recognize what my body’s telling me. thank you. whenever i feel myself s l o w l y shriveling, drying up, losing feeling, then i read y’all. i say y’all cuz i am a grateful reader of yours, and many of the brilliant, fierce, funny women in this comment section, and i’ve been bopping around to blogs all morning, and i come here, and there’s this! YAYYYYY!!!!
i hope this is an okay place to put this–i’m always afraid i’m breaking the rules of the internet. if not, i guess you’ll let me know, huh? i’m new to “the technology”–i’ve been reading blogs for about a year, and building my lists of favorites. and there are so many–so many radical women of color who are apparently undergoing some of the same changes i am, and documenting it publicly using some of the same imagery and words i do in my head, even as our circumstances differ so much.
i am pushed and challenged in the greatest ways by this blog, and blackamazon, and womyn’s ecdysis, and guerilla mama medicine, and little light and ellephd who i just found, andandandand so many more whose names i can’t remember beause i go from link to link to link and don’t always stop to look who wrote what i’m reading because i’m overcome with connection and deep love and awe at how amazing y’all are cuz y’all are amazing. which helps me to remember how amazing i am. which is a good thing to remember.
so: thank you. it sounds melodramatic, but i truly feel like y’all have helped to save my life, or given me life, or helped me take my life back. or something.
May 31st, 2009 at 4:00 pm #
How to get off medicaid. Do I just call somewhere? Can it really be that easy? How to get the smell of cat pee off my dog (nothing easy about that). Why can’t I just wake up in 6 months and feel better about myself and be happier?
May 31st, 2009 at 4:34 pm #
For he past few days, my mind has been on not being so damn much physical pain, even if it means having to take more pills (temporarily, that is; I have an emergency supply of ‘scrip painkillers).
May 31st, 2009 at 4:35 pm #
And by “he,” I mean “the.” Yay, typos.
June 1st, 2009 at 2:16 am #
my mind has been full of almost losing my blog and two years hard work and lawsuits that have been threatened by one of my readers (who I happen to have met in real life)
Suck suck suck.
In real life though… it’s all good. The kid has worked really hard on his end of year exams and although we don’t expect him to suddenly be an A student, he’s done himself proud. Battling against boredom and bad teaching to at least find some way of getting through. The results may not be great but he’s done his best. And I love that!
June 2nd, 2009 at 6:11 am #
I am thinking about how writing and my need to do it is ever changing. Like it’s a calling, a curse, an overpowering presence, a gift, a consuming entity, an impossibility, a love, a hate, an enemy, an avoidance, a smelly sock that I can’t find anywhere but I sure can smell it somewhere, a haven, a secret treasure box, a dream…
June 3rd, 2009 at 12:02 pm #
*lays down in a heap*
I am sooooo stressed out it is unbelieable. I keep looking at my body’s imperfections, and web programming has my mind turned to mush. seriously there needs to be a union for techies that’s anti-racist and anti-sexist, but techies are usually so… AHHH privilege is the word of the day. plus I keep writing words to songs and I want to express myself but I just can’t.
*breathe*
I have no space for myself anymore. luckily I’m moving soon, and getting a kitten soon, so maybe I can have my own spot somewhere. siiigh