Oh, the randomness.
December 29, 2005 | 3 Comments
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My animal spirit is… The Coyote According to shamanistic wisdom, coyotes are the animal world’s trickster. Coyote people have a way with words, and a unique way of seeing the world. Never ones to take things at face value, coyote people question authority with sly jokes. Luckily, their wit usually keeps them out of serious trouble. Coyote people often prefer to have a few close friendships instead of lots of casual ones. If you are true to type, you probably have a wry sense of humor and are the first to weigh in with a sarcastic joke. People who don’t know you well may not get your sense of humor, which may have gotten you into trouble here or there… unless you used that old Coyote charm to get out of it… |
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That sounds about right. I used to feel an affinity to buffalo as an animal spirit totem, but that has changed over the years. I wonder if it is common to change that way? Maybe the buffalo was a cover and the coyote was lurking in the shadows, trickster that he is. By the way, this is another interesting (and more in depth) site about animal totems; specifically linked to the coyote in this case. Check it out if you like this kind of stuff.
The dreaded exam went smoothly today. But I guess if you apply enough KY Jelly to anything it will go smoothly. :yuk: I swear I am still having physical flashbacks from it, though. If I think about it for too long, I go weak in the knees and get dizzy.
Thanks to everyone for their compassionate (and humorous) feedback about this. I know it might seem childish to have such anxiety over a simple exam, but it’s a problem for me and fretting about it publically once a year really seems to help. I appreciate your loving support. *HUGZ* 
Hearin’ it: Robbie Fulks. He’s one of the few country country vocalists I really enjoy.
Readin’ it: “A Purpose Driven Life” by Rick Warren
Lovin’ it: Agent J got his hair cut today. His noggin feels like a soft baby hedgehog. Hee!
Quotin’ it: “The man of genius is he and he alone who finds such joy in his art that he will work at it come hell or high water.” — Stendhal
Seeya next time, friends …
Connection.
December 28, 2005 | 4 Comments
I’ve been feeling really spazzy since Christmas has passed and doing the control thing again — see the last entry about organization, etc.
Today I figured out that it has much less to do with a desire for organization than I thought it did. I’m trying to distract myself and manage things that are within my ability to control so I can forget about things that aren’t.
Tomorrow I have my annual pelvic exam and I hate hate hate those things. I keep wanting to believe that they don’t bother me anymore, that it’s a simple (and very necessary procedure) but in reality, the mere thought of it makes me shudder and want to hide. I cannot stress enough that my gynecologist and his staff are the best and always treat me wonderfully – so it has nothing to do with them.
It’s the edge of the metal speculum, the dreaded cervical scraping and the fear that I might possibly dissociate during the procedure. The whole thing probably takes 3 minutes, tops, but it feels like an eternity and of course I build up my anxiety to peak levels beforehand.
It’s just awful. I wish they would invent a different way to do this test.
Say, like, have the woman sit on a high-powered photocopy machine that could tell the doctor everything with a single print out. Maybe it could be so efficient you could even leave your undies on during the photocopy.
The Cootercopy 2000. Doesn’t that sound much more pleasant than the old poke, probe and scrape method? And there will be a million dollar bonus to the person who invents The Cootercopy 2000 with heat control and variable speed vibration.
One of you left-brained nerds out there get crackin’ on this thing so I don’t have to go through this paralyzing anxiety every year, dammit.
:sigh:
The neverending struggle for organization.
December 27, 2005 | Leave a Comment
I am in the process of incorporating the contents of my campus office into my studio. I now have a ridiculous amount of duplicates: printers, filing cabinets, staplers, push pins, electric pencil sharpeners, bundles of ink pens, sticky pads, and enough yellow writing tablets to make a dozen geeks scream with orgasmic delight.
And that’s barely scratching the surface.
I knew I should have just left a huge box of that crap in the faculty lounge. Now it’s all here and it’s nothing but clutter.
Maybe I should sell it on eBay as a lot. “One box: everything you could ever need for your desk. Cheap! Please buy it and help me regain my sanity!”
And all those boxes of reference books and 20-pound art monographs? They are finally unpacked and shelved. Not exactly the way I want them yet, but they’re getting there. Now if I ever get around to implementing that Dewey Decimal system, I can finally open that public library like I always wanted to.
Do I sound whiny? Because I’m trying not to whine. I’m just feeling overwhelmed. It’s just that I want to be totally organized, in fact, I crave it – but I just never achieve it. On a scale of 1-10, I’d say I’m about a 6 on the organized scale. It’s making me crazy. Mainly because I feel like I have to be totally organized before I can do anything creative and fun. It’s like having to eat my brussel sprouts before I can have dessert or something.
Tomorrow I am getting out of the house and running errands. Maybe I’ll go to the Staples store and stare enviously at their ability to stack endless amounts of shit in meticulous little piles. Or to Border’s Books, and sob quietly as I covet their orderly arrays of volumes.
Do you suppose people who work in places like that would love to leave things in complete chaos just once when they left for the day? Precariously stacked, ready to collapse, and looking like a tornado just ripped through the place. Hehe.
I know I would. It would be like stomping on the toes of my elusive arch-enemy.
Santa was here!
December 25, 2005 | 1 Comment
Santa came to our house last night! He left lots of goodies! Randy even got lots of stuff — everything except the Red Rider BB Gun he wanted — Santa just left a note that said “Sorry, cat. You’ll shoot your eye out.”
More again soon, kids …
Merry Christmas to all.
December 24, 2005 | Leave a Comment
And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.
And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.
And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.
For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
I hope everyone is having a wonderful time… and that the true meaning of Christmas is warming each and every one of you, heart and soul.
Welcome to the here and now.
My name is Christine Thurow and I am a professional artist, living in my lovely home state of Iowa. I warn you, I can be very annoying, but most people end up loving me... which is good, because I can't help falling in love with the rest of my fellow human beings. (Yes, even you asshats out there.)
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