So I was watching the news tonight and women are up in arms about some proposed legislation. Here is a list of some of the objections:
* Women should be able to do what they want with their own bodies.
* It’s not the State’s business…
* This is a private matter between a woman and her practitioner.
etcetcetc
What are these women talking about? Abortion?
no
Apparently, the State of New Jersey, in it’s attempt to keep women safe have proposed a statewide ban on the “Brazilian.”
heh
please ignore. hopefully it will go nowhere.
ETA:
it appears that i’ve finally managed to disable the facebook/LJ link. but all my posts from 2008 and 2009 still exist in facebook. bleh. i guess the only way it to delete each and every entry individually from the “notes” section of facebook.
what a pain.
insane.
*sigh*
I disabled the link between LJ and Facebook. Several times. And it appears that all my LJ posts are still showing up on Facebook. This is pissing me off. I’ve tried every which way to break this linkage of the two. Incredibly, there seems to be several places on Facebook where you can block or delete but none of them work. There is one place in the LJ setup where you can enable or disable this feature, but that too seems to not make a difference.
WTF????
And another thing. Facebook keeps telling me I’ve authorized different applications when I haven’t. New ones keep showing up all the time. Most recently, it told me I authorized “Marketplace” when I never did and hadn’t even known of it’s existence. I think Facebook is insidious and out of control and I’m seriously wishing I’d never ever heard of it.
Last week, Brni and I went to the Chester County Book Store & Music Company for lunch. Of course, after eating we ended up carting home a big bag of books (never mind there’s not a free shelf in the house).
and then i totally forgot about the bag
So last night while Brni gathered his piles in preparation for yet another two or three day trip to Ashburn, he emptied the bag of books that had been sitting on his side of the couch all week. I’m so excited! I have a field guide to the birds of PA for my son, Jesse and I’ve just cracked open Musicophilia by Oliver Sacks. There’s also two herbals and a novel, The Soloist by Steve Lopez.
and a travel guide to Amsterdam which I plan on using in two weeks time.
Despite the fact that I’ve always considered myself a “fine artist.” I find this revelation something of … well … a revelation! Not that I’ve anything against illustrators, far from it. I adore illustration. I’ve just never thought I could ever the take words and thoughts of another person and form a reasonable visual depiction.
apparently, i can.
Now, the only real “illustration” I’ve done is for my husband’s book, The Evil Gazebo. Of course, I can barely count this as real since I did the illustrations for my husband. But others have seen otherwise. I am now illustrating a story for a friend. She liked what I did for Brni and asked if I’d do the illustrations for her upcoming novella.
I am a fish drowning in water! I do not know how to swim and breath at the same time. Now, I’ve done other “illustrations” for various jobs I’ve held, but they were part of the job. Well, part of the job as in, “You know how to draw? So, will you do our seasonal brochures and our monthly displays and while you’re at it, our graphics department dropped the ball and we need a poster and flyers by the end of the day,” which to my mind is not the job of a real illustrator.
so…
I’m doing another book. I’m getting pennies for the work, but it’s interesting and it keeps me drawing and I can finally say, I’m drawing with a purpose rather than wasting time.
Noto bene: I never thought I was wasting time drawing, but my father made sure to let me know that I was.
Croneswood Art 