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Thinking about interior design.

Thinking about interior design.

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"To borrow a metaphor from the fossil-fuel age, our job is to inject pressure into the system. Marches aren’t subtle; they don’t lay out detailed manifestos. Movements work by making the status quo impossibly uncomfortable—by deploying people, arguments, metaphors, and images until our leaders have no choice but to change and, in so doing, release some of that pressure."

Bill McKibben, one of the lead organizers of the People’s Climate March, reflects on Sunday’s turnout. 

Wake up.

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9/22/14 1:48 AM

Life is going well for me right now. I’m moving into a great apartment. Doing the school thing. Even the class I’m teaching my students don’t seem to think I’m a complete asshole. I have the most amazing friends. I am not sure how I became so lucky, only having lived here for a year. I have also been keeping in touch with people from LA and Portland, everybody is so amazing. It’s hard to believe that someone who used to be such a scumbag could have so many amazing people in their life. I am grateful and humbled.

My heart is also breaking wide open. I haven’t spoken to my mother in almost a month. Last contact I had with her it was near the end of August and she was going to be evicted. A friend of mine went and got her cat to take care of while my mom figured out what to do next. My father cannot get a hold of her either. I feel so sad. I feel so powerless. I feel guilty and ashamed. There is absolutely nothing I can do. Seems to be a theme with the women I have encountered lately.

It’s perplexing that such a multitude of mental states (or thoughts or ways of being) can exist in the same person at the same time. Here I am happy, excited, and grateful, but also equal parts sad, frightened, and ashamed. The fucked up part is that those shitty feelings are what drives me to do the work that I do. To feel that injustice, that pain, and sense of wrong so deep in my bones that I want to scream. THAT is what burns so deep within, I get scared those things will engulf me, that I will cease to exist as an individual and just become a product of the injustices I see/experience. This world is so confusing to me. I could go on and on but I’m tired. All I know is- tomorrow I will wake up, get ready, drink coffee, feed my cat, grade some papers, and go to class. Meanwhile, a child in some country I can’t pronounce will die of starvation and my mom will probably cry; and somewhere else it will be the best day of somebody’s life. 

Thanks for giving a shit enough to make it to here. Please be good to yourself.

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chill out.

chill out.

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"I used to have a sign pinned up on my wall that read: Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation can that which is indestructible be found in us…It was all about letting go of everything."

—  Pema Chödrön, When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times 

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My Favorite.

My Favorite.

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come here.

come here.

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