Left Brain, Right Brain

Seen on Zen Knit (specific entry located here):

1) Being gay is not natural. Real Americans always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, liposuction and air conditioning.

2) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.

3) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.

4) Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn’t changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can’t marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.

5) Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Brittany Spears’ 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.

6) Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn’t be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren’t full yet, and the world needs more children.

7) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.

8) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That’s why we have only one religion in America.

9) Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That’s why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.

10) Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven’t adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans…

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oh boy oh boy oh boy !!!

Kathryn is going to be SO OLD tomorrow!!! I will have to hurry up and get to North Dakota so I can teach her how to knit and be a little old lady with me!

I love birthdays! I'm so excited!!! Eeeeek!! \(*o*)/ Wheeeee!!!

I want to make note of some things so I don't forget them. Here are some personal goals I want to meet in my knitting:

• I want to do AT LEAST one pair of socks
• I want to do AT LEAST one pair of mittens
• I want to do a nice sweater for Jon (AFTER the wedding - I'm not taking any chances with the Sweater Curse!)
  
• I want to do an afghan (Crochet might be a better option for this, but I have a couple REALLY nice patterns for knit afghans that I'm interested in attempting)
  
• I want to learn colorwork (stranding, fair isle, intarsia, etc.)
• I want to learn more complicated textures
• I would like to try an aran design, probably on a sweater, but maybe start on something smaller?

Some of these goals are pretty small, but I just want to have them in a list so I can check them off one by one as I accomplish them.

**EDIT** Oooooh, I almost forgot - someday I think I want to tackle gloves, but that's not a high priority.

I wore these ALMOST every night at Burning Man, and they were PERFECT for the nights! I am so proud that I actually knitted these. There is TONS of fake fur on the playa (they call the really decked-out girls "Playa Poodles" with their little wristbands and skirts and headbands and fuzzy bras). I probably looked just like everyone else, but I bet most of them just bought fake fur or even bought their costumes pre-made. Amateurs!
( Lookit me! Lookit me! )

I like to tell people about how a couple of months ago I went to a new hairdresser for a cut. She was really great, did a good job. The hardest part about getting a haircut for me is the goddamn inane chit-chat you have to keep up with the stylist. They are usually the kinds of people I have a hard time talking to... the kinds of people who become stylists, I guess. Oh well.

Anyway, this gal was really good at cutting hair, and then in the chit-chat, she asked me about what I liked to do in my spare time. I told her I really enjoyed knitting and crochet, too. Like, I was smiling and glad to talk about something that made me happy. You know what she did? She laughed all snarky and said, "Oh, I'm sorry!" as if it was some kind of problem for me. Then she said, "Haha, no I'm just kidding!" but it's still really annoying. I hate it when people do that - say rude and nasty things and then think they can avoid offending anyone by saying they're just kidding. I know one person in particular who does it ALL the time, and when I moved here I made damn sure to just cut all ties with her and NOT give her my new phone number. Ugh. I don't know why, but she seems to think we are great friends, and then would always get all pissy and offended when I didn't want to party with her all the time. She was a CO-WORKER and I was usually just annoyed and offended by her presence! At least that's over.

So anyway, about the knitting and stuff, I decided today to Google the terms "Knitting" and "Comeback". Pretty interesting. Apparently there are LOTS of younger people enjoying these crafts. In fact, it appears that the fastest-growing group of knitters right now is women under age 35!

So nyah-nyah. My hobby's hip! Stupid hairdressers. I desperately need a haircut again... I really don't know if I should go back to this Jody or not!

I want a Tussy Mussy! It's kind of antique-y, but that's why I like them. They are the little metal "vase" things that you carry a bouquet of flowers in. Pictures here.

I decided to come to work at 9 this morning instead of 8. Why? Because I was tired and cranky and didn't want to wake up in time to get here by 8. Plus, I reasoned to Jon as I was getting ready, I usually stay about 15-20 minutes late anyway, so it all evens out in the end. I think he is going back to work today, probably this afternoon. I invited him to come have lunch with me here in the cafeteria. I don't have any leftovers in the fridge at home and don't know if I feel like making something from scratch for lunch today.

And yet, even though I took my time waking up and made sure I felt nice and not-rushed when I left the house, something is not quite right. I got here just before 9am, and it's only 10am now! How can time move so slowly?? Seriously, to repeat something I said yesterday, what did I used to DO here???

On the playa, I spent a lot of time relaxing in the shade, walking the city, chatting with people, and COOKING! My favorite part of Burning Man is food preparation. I love feeding people! Our friend Jesse spent a lot of time at our camp letting me feed him, so that really made me happy. When we got home, I did a lot of cleaning and putting away and organizing and cooking and list-making. This makes me happy. This makes me feel productive.

When I am here in my office, I spend a lot of time waiting for someone to email me with something to do. I spend a lot of time biding time. I do petty things that end quickly. The projects I do have, I don't enjoy... not in the same way I enjoy feeding people ;)

To me, this all adds up to tell me that I should be a housewife! I would have no problem with running a household full-time, for no pay. (Although it would be really neat to get paid for it!) The way I see it, running a house is just like running any other small enterprise. You have to keep tabs on all kinds of inventory, pay bills, keep the place clean and organized, keep records, work with contractors, etc, etc, etc... And someday maybe, there would be kids to work into that mix. There's a big portion of the day - keeping up with those...

I want to feel dirty and busy and happy. I want to be out in the sun during the day. I don't want to have to wear clothes that need ironing and shoes with heels every day, only to change into my "real" clothes when I get back home to my "real" life. I don't want to HAVE to wear makeup every day. I want to be able to wear as much or as little clothing or makeup as I want to feel happy. Sometimes I want to pile on so much makeup I look ridiculous but feel "pretty". Sometimes I don't want to wear a shirt. Or bra. Or pants or ANYTHING. Sometimes I want my hair to be all crazy looking. Sometimes I want to just wake up and wash my body and call it good for the day.

I want to have more time to be able to plan meals. I want to share more recipes with my relatives. I want to dance while I walk. I want to have more moments in the day where I have to stop... and LOOK... and say, "Holy shit, look at THAT!"... EVERY day.

Done rambling. Transmission end.

I did not eat breakfast today and now I'm flaking out. This happens EVERY TIME I miss a regular meal. I should know better than to let this happen. I swear, I can't even think straight. And I don't have anymore of those nice little instant oatmeal packets in my desk drawer. :( I bought a whole new box of them but they are at Jon's house with a bunch of our other stuff that is going to Burning Man. Ugh. There are TWELVE packets in a box - I don't need to take ALL of them... I should have salvaged a few to bring to work. I'm falling apart at the seams here. Bleh.

I am spending FAR too much time on ePlaya today.

I am hungry, and bored, and anxious to GO GO GO!

I found a lot of good leads yesterday for possible rides for Jesse. I feel happy about that. It sounds like several of them would/could work out great. :)

I bought a lot of our non-perishable food supply yesterday. Today I will finish with the last few items I was unable to find yesterday. Also, today I will write up a final list of perishables to buy in Winnemucca. I already have a rough idea of what I'm planning, but I like to make things final and official, so I feel better prepared before we even hit the road.

Leaving in 3 days!!!! Eeeeeek!!

I just want to get on the road so I can relax and know that there is nothing more I can do, so I don't need to worry about it anymore. Even if I don't get everything done that I wanted to, at least I will be off the hook once we hit the road.

I was thinking about how mouse_gerald said he wanted to take his time getting out there, and come back in a hurry. We kind of do it the opposite way. zebracar and I drive hard on the way to a destination, because we are eager to get there and get started with our setup. On the return trip, we are exhausted and reluctant to leave, so we relax and take our time coming back to "reality." The journey back is just the beginning of the decompression. Getting back into "real life" is hard after living in such a bizarre place. I hope I do ok here at work when I get back.