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@midlifeascension
I started a thing on YouTube
If you like Tarot and you're a beginner at interpreting the cards like me, this is the place for you! I'm not an expert, nor do I pretend to
Still here. No covid infections that I know of. Lots of roller coaster-like ups and downs in the past year. Still not writing enough. Learning more about astrology. Turned 50. It’s for real midlife now but not so much sepsis. Maybe I’ll change the name of this blog...
There’s little doubt that “do what you love” (DWYL) is now the unofficial work mantra for our time. The problem is that it leads not to salvation, but to the devaluation of actual work, including the very work it pretends to elevate — and more importantly, the dehumanization of the vast majority of laborers. Superficially, DWYL is an uplifting piece of advice, urging us to ponder what it is we most enjoy doing and then turn that activity into a wage-generating enterprise. But why should our pleasure be for profit? Who is the audience for this dictum? Who is not? By keeping us focused on ourselves and our individual happiness, DWYL distracts us from the working conditions of others while validating our own choices and relieving us from obligations to all who labor, whether or not they love it. It is the secret handshake of the privileged and a worldview that disguises its elitism as noble self-betterment. According to this way of thinking, labor is not something one does for compensation, but an act of self-love. If profit doesn’t happen to follow, it is because the worker’s passion and determination were insufficient. Its real achievement is making workers believe their labor serves the self and not the marketplace.
In The Name Of Love, Miya Tokomitsu (via nyctaeus)
As much as I would love to make money from 'doing what I love', unfortunately no will pay me to eat tex mex trail mix while drinking limoncello cocktails.
Mid-life crisis in full effect
Whew, dawg, shit is getting REAL around here. No more cushy reading-for-a-living job no mo. I asked for a raise, after having not received even a cost of living raise in the last 5 years, and the mo-fos yoinked my contract out from under me! Yes they can do that. Yes, my contract was that shitty. No expiration date, no re-negotiation date, nothing! All my fault really. I signed the damned thing. SO now I’m scrambling around at 44 trying to find a job. I had no idea about these damn assessments! What is the deal with all this psychological profiling a body has to endure just to get a job...well...ANYWHERE???
Somebody help! I’m dying here!
If you're one of those people who don't understand "angry black people", read this 745 page tome. You will need no further proof. The most depressing read of the year, so far.
Really good read. Finished it in 7 hours. Depressing, yet oddly sweet. A fine dissection of double lives.
34 Reasons That The 80s Ruled!
Yeah, that's the ticket.
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Power’s out
A breeze has moved into the area and has somehow knocked out the delivery of electricity to my house. I work from home, so now I can’t do what I do for money. I have very little battery power for my phone, so I figure I might as well burn it up musing to no one I particular on wordpress. My husband is tinkering with something in the garage. It occurs to both of us that maybe we’ll never have the…
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Is time precious?
So, I’m supposed to be writing a novel right now. I’m NOT supposed to be farting about on wordpress. But, alas, that’s exactly what I’m doing. I joined NaNoWriMo, anybody familiar with it? November is National Novel Writing Month. I’m supposed to be trying to complete a 50,000 word rough draft by this time next week. I have, like 13,000 words. I’m still writing the book! Just not as quickly as I…
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Awwwww yeah
Great read, if you like true stories about dysfunction, the power of memory, and the beauty and horror of everyday life.
Y'all kids, read this.
Katy Perry’s first and last attempt at crowd surfing
Cuisine (With Piscatorial) Nettwerk, 1991 Buy this! http://severedheads.bandcamp.com/album/cuisine-with-piscatorial
Still sounds so damn good to me.
Man, live and learn
You know, well, I hope you know, you can't assume people know things about you without you telling them. People can't read your mind. At least, I haven't met the person who could read mine.
Oh God, I am so old
Ok, so tonight I went to see a cover band play 3 different bands' songs. Poison, Motley Crüe, and Gn' R. Yeah, you might say I deserved whatever I got. And yeah, you may be right. But I went into it thinking it would be 3 different bands. NOT one band dressed up as 3 different bands. Yeah, that's right. Except for the dude 'playing' Axl, it was the same 4 dudes in different pants and wigs. Oh god. It's pretty painful. They're playing Patience right now. I'm trying to exercise it, I fuckin' swear. HELP!!!
I've been going to see this band for 20-odd years and it kinda amazes me how fun they still are. I didn't take this video. I wish I had a decent video camera and could've recorded them last night, when they played poolside at the American Turners Club, on the banks of the mighty Ohio River. It was suuuuuuch a good time. But since I don't have said camera, you'll have to make do with this.