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post-wedding jitters? [Jul. 9th, 2007|08:08 am]
[mood |hungryhungry]

Those of you logged in (and who are friends) may notice that my extension has changed. If not, notice it! I'm now extension #115. I'm moving up in the world!

I went to Alicia's (MI friend) wedding this weekend. It was beautiful! Also good to see Alicia and Josh. The best part of the weekend? Oddly enough, when one of Alicia's friends who also went to Pioneer turned to me and said "I can tell you're an Ann Arbor girl. You're weird the same way I am." See, I'm so differently weird in the south that it can be lonely, so it was great to hear that it's not my fault!

Back at the Folk School... what have I done lately? Mmmm... three weaving classes in a row, basketmaking (I made a backpack for going to market), and I don't remember what else. This week I'm taking silk papermaking, and next week is Intergenerational so I probably won't be able to take a class--unless anyone has a young person ages 12-17 who wants to come. Ah well.

Anybody have an old computer monitor they don't want? My laptop screen is broken, but it'll work if I hook it up to a monitor.
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folk school gossip [Jun. 14th, 2007|08:46 am]
[mood |angryangry]

So there's a woman here that I really dislike. We'll call her "M." M is the business manager, and she does a lot of things that make me disgusted and mad. From switching the school to a new bank because there was a lot of money offered (and putting their ad in the catalog--the first time there's EVER been an ad in there) to being rude to locals (when the school was started by locals) to telling a work study not to wear pajama pants to breakfast, I'm starting to have serious issues with her.

I guess you could say that M is just a part of the folk school, something you have to put up with. She's certainly not worth the energy it would take to hate her. But there are other things that I've found out recently that are making me a little disillusioned. Like that the board of directors is basically the "who's who" of the south, that they have closed meetings, and that all board members get free classes whenever they want. Assistant instructors are totally unpaid and only get $50 travel money. You can't get across North Carolina on $50! Why don't we make the board members (who of all people could afford it) pay for classes, and compensate instructors more fairly? Then they wouldn't have to lose money to teach here!

Not to say I'm not having fun. I am still having a great time, and I'm still glad to be here! But whenever I get to really love and believe in something-- whether it's Habonim Dror or Weaver Street Market of Campbell Folk School--I get upset when there are things wrong with it. I could change Habonim (Veida, anyone?), and I could change WSM (although it was a bit harder). But I'm not sure I'll be able to change the folk school.

That bugs me!

I guess eventually I'll get over it. Meanwhile, any advice?
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Still kicking [May. 12th, 2007|08:17 pm]

Oooh, I've been bad. So much for updating really frequently-- it's been almost a month now. It seems like I don't have anything interesting to tell y'all, which I'm sure it only true from this end.

So what's up? I've made myself a Jane Austen-time Empire dress, then did English country dancing in it. That was fun. I sold my first doll for a whopping $80, and am working on another so that I can have two in the art room at Animazement. (No, I'm not going, for the first time in eight years. I'm sending the stuff to a friend.)

Woodturning is hard. Definitely the hardest class I've taken here, and possibly the hardest thing I've attempted since getting my red card. But I did it! Now I'm ready for my windsor-chair class in a few weeks.

Next weekend I'm meeting Monica and Sarah at Carowinds, and the first weekend in June the roomies are coming here to visit. Whoo-hoo! Thanks, guys!

...still don't have anything interesting to say. Adios.
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Let the rain fall [Apr. 14th, 2007|05:01 pm]
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[mood |cheerfulcheerful]

I love the rain. Whether it's a thunderstorm or a day-long drizzle, I love it! There's as thunderstorm in the distance, and it's been drizzling on and off. I'm curled up on my bed, my room lit only by two small table lamps; nice and cozy. There's another 45 minutes before I have to set up for dinner. There are weekend classes going on right now, but most everyone is still in class so it's fairly quiet. I miss my nice empty weekend, but I've had fun taking an extra class.

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I've been writing again! This is the first bit of an original story titled Learning to Fly. If you read it, please tell me if you like it! Also suggestions: this is very much a work in progress.

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report from the folk school [Mar. 31st, 2007|10:31 pm]
[mood |tiredtired]

Downstairs I can hear the contra dance still going on: the live music, the caller, the chatting of the masses sitting out. I was dancing, but my feet started hurting so I decided to stop. There are two or three dances a week here: Saturday nights the locals, Tuesday nights the students, and sometimes extra dances on Thursday as well. It's right downstairs, so I feel guilty if I don't dance at least a little.

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Campbell Folk School [Mar. 23rd, 2007|10:50 pm]
[mood |tiredtired]

Dear everyone,

I know it's been awhile since I've updated frequently, or even with anything interesting. This is because for a while there my life was... not that interesting. But that all will change! Tomorrow, in fact.

For Tomorrow I go to the John C. Campbell Folk School for six months. I'll be working, learning, and enjoying the mountains. It'll be cool (real cool), so expect more frequent and interesting updates soon. Of course, I don't have a digital camera, so there won't be any pictures. But there will be funny stories, and short anecdotes, and other such good things.

In fact, if the moon is in its second quarter and mars is ascendant, you may even find me on AIM. But don't hold your breath.

To contact me, you can use my old email, and address. I'll get the mail eventually, and the email quickly. I have a new phone number, but you'll have to log in to view it-- or email me and I'll send it to you. Log in and check my journal again for my new (and old) contact information!

Wish me luck! Not like I'll need it, because I've got mad skills, but still. We can't all be ninjas all the time.
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Etymology fun [Feb. 6th, 2007|06:43 pm]
[mood |tickled]

Y'know how Albus Dumbledore is the "Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards?"

Taken from http://www.etymonline.com

1832, jocular for "great man, boss," Amer.Eng., from Algonquian (Natick) mugquomp "important person," used since 1884 of Republicans who refused to support James G. Blaine's presidential candidacy, hence "one who holds himself aloof from party politics."

Yup, an American word. Betcha thought it wasn't real, right? Yeah. Me neither.

Let's see what else we can find...

Let's try Dumbledore's opening speech, since we're on a Dumbledore track:
"Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"

1922, from nit "nothing," from Ger. dial. or Yiddish, from M.L.G. (see nix) + wit.

c.1380, blober "a bubble," probably echoic of bubbling water. Original notion of "bubbling, foaming" survives in the figurative meaning "to cry" (c.1400). Meaning "whale fat" first attested 1664; earlier it was used in ref. to jellyfish (1602).

1780, a hybrid with a L. suffix on a Gmc. word, from odd (q.v.), on model of fragments.

Probably from O.E. twiccian "to pluck," of obscure origin; perhaps related to twitch. Meaning "to make fine adjustments" is attested from 1966.


Yiddish? Jellyfish? Oddment a real word over 200 years old? Absolutely fascinating. Check out the website, stick a couple words in. You'll be astonished and amazed. Money-back guarantee (1679, originally "person giving something as security").

My favorite find yet? Looking up kitchen I found this:
Phrase everything but the kitchen sink is from World War II armed forces slang, in ref. to intense bombardment.

Mmm, intense bombardment.

*Disclaimer: all etymologies quoted directly from the Online Etymology Dictionary at http://www.etymonline.com, which in turn references multiple other works.
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In sickness and in health [Jan. 4th, 2007|12:03 pm]
[mood |sicksick]
[music |don't you see, this is our chance]

It's the third day of my current illness, and I'm ready to take myself out back and shoot myself. I am so incredibly tired of being sick!

When I was in eighth grade our English teacher asked us what the most important thing to have was. Money? Love? Power? Karenanna and I decided "health." Not just because all the love or money in the world doesn't help you when you're dying of cancer, but also because who enjoys those things when they have a cold? It's impossible to enjoy anything when you're sick.




Don't give up on commenting here! I know I've been slack about replying in the past, but I'll do better, I swear.
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Final Fantasy XII [Dec. 21st, 2006|09:25 pm]
[mood |peacefulpeaceful]

Notes on FF XII:

1. Balthier is cool. Sky-pirates are cool. If Balthier was a girl, I would totally marry her. Hot!
2. The new battle system isn't all that bad. It is easier to avoid monsters if you know they're there.
3. Still, I wish I could breed chocobos! Having the main side-game be fighting is lame.
4. Are we ever going to finish this thing?


"What if we took all these fears that we're feeling
wouldn't that sensation be somewhat strange?
Instead of running we started embracing
every challenge as a chance to change."

(Homemade Fusion)
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on death [Oct. 28th, 2006|09:24 pm]
[mood |frightened]

I'm terrified of dying. Not even so much the acutal dying part, but of what comes after. Of not-existing. I've always been scared of this, for as long as I can remember at least, and I think I'll always be scared of it. If I let myself think about it I start to panic. Really panic. And so I generally try not to think about it.

The idea that everything will just be...gone. That I'll be gone. And I won't even know it.

I fail to find such a thing comforting.

What do you think happens after death? Does it bother you? How do you deal with it? Or, if death isn't what you're most scared of, what is?
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