i am borrowing Sasha's latest post in The Icarus Project..http://www.theicarusproject.net/

Conversation yesterday with a friend about group dynamics: Some people are good at thinking micro, other macro. Some people are good at taking notes, others at synthesizing information after the fact. Some are good at making strangers feel welcome and networking and staying in touch. Some are good with technology. Some are good at tracking details. Some are good at being inspiring, articulating visions, formulating ideas. Some are good at making sure people understand each other. Some are good at being vulnerable. Some are good at creative problem solving. Some are good at making sense of what happened after the fact and writing the history...What else are people good at? What makes groups work?

 

 

hmm.

Its interesting that people that have done this med study before, kinda wish they could do it again.. to quote Dave'--it was great- i had all the food i could eat, i had time to myself, i hung out with people..'...hmmm
what in this world are we lacking as a whole, in humanity--- a huge question, loaded with all sorts of subgenres, i know..
but i think there needs to be, in peoples lives, a focused community space... a place where people can congregate, do things, get information, share ideas..

and that's what the general store with the wood stove and yarns told were.. that is what needle exchanges, and can return places are...soup kitchens..
that is what cafe's are for.. and pedestrian streets.. where you will see flyers, and regualrs, and exciting newness and comforting oldness..

but alot of times, people don't PRIORITIZE this.. or it gets blown up by jerks, ruined.. or there have to be a gazzillion rules set apon by those in charge-- cause someone always needs to be in charge- to fund it, or to get the grants to make it happen, or lock it up, or to clean up..b e personnel..
and it brings me back to the dirth of humanity, and questions simply like' why the fuck cant people clean up, moniter themselves?'
really, it is human nature, and learning, and the fact that most peoples parent suck, and they havent been taught morals, and whatnot, ..like how not to fuck something up, how to put effort into something and take pride into it, and have its back..

i forgot to say: i have a comic tumbler:
http://in-this-life-comics.tumblr.com

and there you will find all the retarded things i think about, and have done.. and more.. i just completed a 3 page comic in here so far.. yay! and also been on facebook too much..
yesterday was AWESOME, in this cholera med study cause all the Roseanne Halloween specials were on and i felt cozy, and oddly, missed New Jersey. Truth.

my own personal cholera epidemic-day 2..
so we downed the cholera as a group like we were insurgents doing a mass suicide, or kool aid something or other.. i immediately texted my daughter--'took the cholera- save me from myself''.
  i feel a little headachy with swells of emotion. but maybe that is how i normally feel. i can't tell.
  it is odd being in a new environment where i don't have dog distraction, people hanging over my back when  i use the computer, and where i have alot of free time.
i need to get stuff done.
make lists, check off lists, funnel creativity--in a cholera study. ha. but when life gives you lemons for three thousand dollars and makes you stay in the hospital for 11 days, well...lemonade. and comix. and research. and articles. and blog. hell, even one of those.

.. and how do i keep up this after hospital times? my mind is always a whirlwind..

after cholera i will be:

taking badass russian aikido

finding a job or another med study or a temp gig...


during cholera i will:

comix--draw, promote

articles--start with this blog..write for thebuskersproject...give myself assignments

make a list- a concise one of magazines, zines and blogs i want to contribute to..

find out how to get the house i want- or the like

and a buisiness- self employment- farm gigs- like mushrooms or geese. as a business..


get to it!!
love, me.

Well, well well.. So officially I am here doing a medical study- for Cholera- where I get Vaccinated, and Innoculated with cholera--therefore pooping. Alot.
 But we will see- mainly because I am queen of not only Kombucha and Yogurt, but Lacto fermented stuff that I made and consumed, to be healthy. More on this later.
So I am stuck in here for 11 days, and I have my computer...which means that I will want to work on shit. And be productive. And focus. And write. And draw my comix.
More to come later as well.

  today, i lamented on my previous productive spaces, and have been going thru and organizing my stuff, wishing i had a productive space...hphhmm..yeah first world problems.. on that note, the gov't shutdown has caused me to put into high gear, research... as well as preparedness.. think: lactofermentation. my new favorite method of preserving...

also, today, i have this wonderul habit of working alot, strenuously, then feeling real guilty about my dogs not being in the sun.. cause they run off, or get in the way.. then i play 'apples' with them.. like 'ball' except apples.. and they wind up eating alot of them, as well as grass and dandelions.. 

  so there i was under the apple tree, stretching my psoas... and looking up at a bird, whose mere repetroit reminded me of this wonderful carolina wren, who was my friend in this encampment in south carolina. the bird, not at all afrais, skittered around my sleeping bag every morning, looking for little bugs to eat.. i just layed there waiting for the sun to warm me.. caus

e the winter was cold, and we were living outside like homebums and even though it was a dirty camp, there was an amazing amount of wildlife..


see, in Columbia, sc.. there are places to fly a sign and make money. We found an abandoned lot between a restraunt and a Pep Boys.. there were owls chasing each other, there was a fox skeleton which i kept, there were tons of starlings(jerk birds).. and the remnants of an old homebum camp hidden in the bamboo forest.. we checked for activity, and when we saw none, we checked for bodies.. nearer to the road was what looked like an old shed, or garage, but more like a shed where someone in the 50's may have fixed cars.. there was no plastic parts. only trash and bottles from homebums.. anyways.. i barricaded, and created a barrier so noone could see our fire, and we had ourselves a camp. it was cold. i heated bricks and put them in my sleeping bag.. they were so hot they burned through the tarp. but my sleeping bag was old too.. 1944.. so cotton and goose down.. heavier but real stuff.. it didn't burn... 

 

September 18th, 2013

it has been a long while since i did this blog, and i realized thatit may tie in many things in my life.. keep things strong and focused. essentially it is creating eyes, a parent, a community to ewatch over me, someone to legitimize my life thoughts and actions, it will fill in for all that i lack, and audience, for all that i seek in a community and a poartner.. well, surely not ALL.. but what i am lacking now..
  and a blog can do all that? huh..
the psychology of a blog andf why we read blogs is an interwoven conectivity.. weaving words thoughts stories..it is the reason why i am connected to cowbird, a story hosting and sharing website: http://cowbird.com/
and so many more.. i will turn you on to good links and things i find. pass it along.. really i realize the format of this blog is my expansive brain.. so expect that..