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Loyaldreamer over at LJ is having an Anime Related Virtual Garage Sale here! Go thou, if you are interested, and shop among her goodies. And if not, spread the news- someone's gonna want these good deals.
Here, I just listed The Hardy Boys Detective Handbook for my grandson. In case you need one. As well as The Delaney Sisters, Father-work for men, and A collection for the Centennial of British Columbia, complete with maps and illustrations.
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I know I'm spamming with the Amazon links, so no more of those until I have fresh movies up there, and start putting books up. (My books are so old, and not pristine, but a lot of them are out of print, and I'm pretty sure I'm not going to be reading them anytime soon, so why not let them find new homes, if they can?)
But it's working, it's working- I've made some money at it, I've made some space, getting the movies to new homes, I'm supporting the economy (at least the Postal Service and the mailer-envelope people, and Longs, Walgreen's, and Raley's), and I'm feeling oddly accomplished about it all.
I'm also managing to do some yoga and stretching every night I work (though not always on my nights/days off, there's just not the space in my room). I take my yoga mat and block and strap and pillow and ice packs with me to work, and do what I can. And that's helping, too.
Sleep remains an issue. Mostly that's just night shift. And a bit of arthritis, now, and sometimes too much monkey-mind scampering over the synapses. Otoh, I'm eating more healthily- I know this for a fact, because I'm doing better keeping track of my expenses every day week or two- it's part of the Financial Intelligence track of Your Money or Your Life, and I like breaking it down into the exact things that I buy. It helps me see what habits I'm in, where I'm not paying attention, and where my life energy's leaking away from where I want it to be to somewhere else, somewhere that doesn't contribute to my over-all well-being.
I'm not able to visit as much on AIM or YIM as I'd like. I hit Facebook off and on, but can't really keep up with the green patch goodies and pirates vs. ninjas (sorry). I'm doing a bit of writing, here and there, but most of it's just scraps and doesn't make its way out of the notebooks. When I read, I'm reading Adrienne Rich and Ariel Dorfman and Ray Bradbury and Barbara Tuchman and Howard Zinn, but mostly I'm not even reading, these days. I'm nearly done with the two critical thinking papers (down to the freakin' wire, what?) and will be graduating in May, then off to Europe, and friends, and beloveds, and adventures.
It's ok. I feel, for the most part, accomplished, well cared for, intelligent, able to think for myself and ask for help with things I can't do by myself, and really. That's not bad. Can't complain about that. :)
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Amazon Blu-Ray Sale as low as $13.99.
Amazon DVD sale, Movies and TV DVDs as low as $6.49.
and my store EnjoyIt! DVDs and Books (Thank you LJ buyers and word-passers-on for making this both fun and profitable for me! Europe, 2009, Here I Come!)
As always, VanKat Beadworks with beautiful hand-made jewelry (even the individual links made from silver wire, each one individually cut, beaded, looped, and closed).
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Back in 2003, laid up with a foot injury and newly introduced to the wonder that is a five-disc DVD player, I went on a spree of watching as much as I could of LOTR actors, to get my own sense of what they'd brought to make the LOTR characters come to life.
One I knew from before LOTR is Elijah, because Radio Flyer is one of my all-time favorite movies, for all its faults. I've met the director, Richard Donner, and it was filmed not far from where I live now, and Lij and Joseph Mazzello give very good performances.
Anyway.
This post isn't about Radio Flyer (though that IS for sale over at EnjoyIt! , my Amazon resellers shop.
No, this is about a copy of Chain of Fools that I bought during my I don't mind if it's not a Region 1 DVD, let me get a multi-region player and watch it anyway period. The notes on the back cover are in Swedish, and the subtitles are in- well, let the cover tell you: Språk: audio: Engelska
Textningar: Svenska, Engelska, Danska, Finska, Norska, HollaUandska, Poldsk, Tjedckiska, Ungerska, Turkiska
It's a Region 2 DVD. If I were able to sell it on Amazon USA I'd ask $3.00 US for it, and the shipping. Since I can't sell it there but want it to have a good home, I'm offering it here for 2 Eur. paid to my Paypal account, and you pay the shipping.
If I can't sell it here, I'll just bring it with me to Europe in summer and set it free at a flea-market or second hand store. But I thought i'd try you guys, first. Or, hey- I can bring it with me and ship it From Europe to you In Europe, too. but that won't be til June.
To those who've supported my movie sale by either buying yourselves, or passing on the word, Thank you Thank you! it's working!
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Chatelaine
She started with fairy tales,
reading along over her mother's finger
as the golden apple was snatched from
atop the glass mountain
and the giant's heart broke because
the three iron bands that held his chest
closed were breached, though that
chest was atop another mountain, and
his heart was not in his own care
at all.
Learning to read took all her time. She
loitered in the dictionary, following from one
word to another across the continents and down
the centuries, aching to hear Sanskrit
and dreaming with the monks of
books recopied by candlelight lighting
learning anew in some year yet to come.
She'd've lived in the library if they let you.
There are stories everywhere. Baseball
games, heard across the hall from the
janitor's closet, in third grade:
epic poems of struggle, defeat, victory.
Too old to be read to
by someone else she drifted from
place to place: now an adult, now a
gypsy child, now responsibly paying bills,
now spinning a tall tale just to see
where it led, confusing her friends,
annoying her co-workers.
It took forever to finish school.
She was thorough, and easily distracted.
One sentence led to another page, to another book,
to another subject and another story
and every paper was due the next morning,
with references cited, and a cover sheet.
She learned MLA and APA and Chicago this way
and pocketed them like the keys to treasure
maps.
She wears the keys at the waist of her skirt
hidden away in her pocket as she walks
the halls of her life, learning her trade,
seeking permission to be silent, to go
on about her business without hindrance
or regret.
Her gift is to appreciate both key and lock
and the moment of unlocking.
Not to know what treasure is behind the door,
or under the lid, or hidden in the code, but
to believe that it is there, that precious
gift that, unique unto itself, answers
some need perhaps as yet unstated, unheard
by anyone but her and the story told
by an unfinished storyteller.
No wonder it was broken, she thought,
when she reread the giant's tale so many years after,
seeking solace for her own pain,
absolution for the pain she'd caused
to others. If he'd kept it with him
instead of being so afraid of it,
maybe he would have learned to live with it,
like I'm going to have to.
[a/n title thanks to itstonedme at lj]
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EnjoyIt, Where I am selling DVDs for now, but will, at some point, also have used books, some housewares, a few vintage odds and ends, and maybe even vintage beads.
Tell your friends. Buy movies from me. (I have some rare-ish ones, and a few Region 2, also). Help me get back to Europe! and to stay afloat here at home. I've accumulated a lot of nice things over the years, but I don't need them now, and if they can make someone else happy AND bring a little fresh energy into my life, then all to the better.
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So, it's not like there's not writing in my head. There is, pages and pages of it. Little AU, other fic, poems. Health/nursing care stuff. Philosophy. Humor. Links dumps. Travel plans. Stuff I've been reading. SLEEP. (oh my god, I could talk about sleep forever, and isn't that just the way night shift is?) Family. WORK (although that's harder because of confidentiality).
I'm constrained by a lack of comfortable places to write (type, keyboard, scribble with a crayon) at the moment.
Anyway. At work, things getting busy, so must move along. Just wanted to drop in and say "hi".
Oh! and people to whom I've promised things: Your Money or Your Life; tea; fic; actual human contact- NUDGE me. When I'm really really tired things get lost in the shuffle, and then when I'm less tired I lose track of which shuffle I'm trying to sort to find the things I promised to do.
Reminders are good for the forgetful. :-)
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and the Asian Art Museum's exhibit of the Hidden Treasures of Afghanistan. going with my housemate. will come home v. tired, nap, and head off to work tonight.
am taking addresses and stamps- may actually send postcards! (depends on if memory is functional)
stories to come. xoxoxoxo ya'll. special best to those who need it.
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| 2009-01-20 18:29 |
| *wince* i believe I owe on this from last year *makes good, goes for broke* |
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that meme that's going around *hands you tissues*
The first five people to respond to this post will get something from me through mail (even if you are from Timbuktu!). It will represent things that I like and want to share or something wonderful about my country.
This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:
- I make no guarantees that you will like what I send!
- You have to give me your address. Response first; address can be given later. I'm no stalker!
- It'll be done this year (2009 is a long year!)
- You have no clue what it's going to be or when its going to be. It's going to be a surprised! I might post it from another country. I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.
if you comment in this post, you have to post this in your journal. That's the catch. So do it. DO IT.
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| 2009-01-09 04:25 |
| As seen around and about - that question meme (or one of 'em, anyway) |
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Most of these meme things either intimidate or bore me, but this one caught my eye, I have a moment, so-
Make a list of things you can see around you without getting up: oh man, well, I'm in 'my girl's' apartment's living room, so it's all the usual- sofa, chairs, lamps, tv, plants, stuffed animals and dolls (two of everything, one for her and one for her sister), family photos, computer desk/nurse's desk, wheelchair, kitchen, her nephew's toys for when he comes to see gramma, my junk I bring with me every night... stuff.
How do you style your hair?
I lean over from the waist, brush it all out, stand up and curl it into a knot at the top of my head and hold it with a clamshell clip. Unless, of course, I'm wearing it down and beading the braids in it. Feast or famine.
What are you wearing now?( it's just not that interesting, folks, but what the hey! )
What are you listening to right now?
PBS: The Rat Pack: Conference of Cool. (KQED)
Oh no, now it's Latin Pulse on Best of LinkTV, on KRCB, and it's about Venezuela being on the verge of war with Ecuador and Colombia. :(
But I do love LinkTV- without it I'd never know about The Black Farmer. And I do need to know what's going on in this hemisphere south of Los Angeles. It just makes me sad, more war.
What's the last song that got stuck in your head?
I have to make a list. actually, I'll make a zip, since I'm inundating y'all with links anyway. Ashokan Farewell. Universe. Bibo No Aozora/Endless Flight/Babel. Hymn. I'll See Your Heart and I'll Raise You Mine. Rocks and Water. Same Mistake. The Luckiest. You've Got a Friend. zip
( continuing )
How are you?
Fine. Wishing I could just 'come up with' this last paper for that Damn Critical Thinking Course (c). Tired, and my shoulders ache. Ready to go home/ to come into about $10,000 tax-free/to go back to Europe. Happy enough.
What's something you'd like to say to someone right now?
I got my tickets!!! I'll be there just as we planned.
Say something to the person who tagged you.
No-one tagged me, but to lj user japanpeterpan- I still think there's room in this world (and in my writing life) for some Hook/Pan fic, and by god, one day, I'm going to write it. *nods*
Not going to tag anyone either, but hey- It's been interesting to do.
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and so very little brain available for sorting the words to begin writing about anything.
mostly because it's such a relief to be (nearly) done with uni. i'm terrified of the student loan debt, but it'll be manageable- i just need to remember to breathe, and it'll work out. these last two papers are coming along, finally, thanks to help from friends (what WOULD we do without friends, i ask you?), and i expect to have them done well enough and in the mail to the professor by friday.
but i'm also rendered wordless (as i babble on) by such an intense love for being alive. i want - well, not to live forever, that'd be a lot of work, and lonely, after a while- but i want to live for a good nother 20 years or so, and i want it so MUCH- desire's dangerous, it's a hook dangling us over disappointment and failure, regret and depression- but oh, oh! i do love being alive, and living, and having a life to live in, and i just- i have to say so this once, early in the (christian, western, revised-several-times) calendar year.
anyway. /sentimentality- i'm tired, tonight, and that always makes the barrier between pleasure and weepiness very thin for me (if that's even what it's between... ah, rambling).
short list of what i'm up to:
catching up with the people i've let drift away (or drifted away from) over the last two years. you know who you are, and i swear i'm here, coming back to you.
keeping healthy/getting healthier (today's not-sleeping-well aside).
finishing these papers, and thus, uni.
earning/saving/appreciating money.
getting 'life-chore' things taken care of- car serviced, medical appointments made, storage pared down, fun had.
writing.
seeing family- younger son was here for christmas; older son and grandson came a few days ago, and we went to see Yes Man (fun, that); and am gathering up scraps of old favorite fabrics to send to my mother for the quilt she's making for my brother's new baby-to-be.
reading for pleasure, watching ken burns, taking care of my tiny winter garden (jeez, the frost didn't help last night, did it? lol! i know, i know, it's not snow. thank god- we've no sanding, no snowplows, no snow tires).
taking this marvelous education i've gotten, and the life experience i've had during the getting of said education, and creating an even deeper and more textured understanding of life.
so. that is all. i didn't participate in any holiday fic-things, nor have i really written any fic/the little au for a while, but there's wonderful things out there in the holiday fic-world, and the men are still around, talking quietly amongst themselves.
fandom brought me to lj, lj brought me to a new understanding of how big and how small this world is, and that's brought me all of you.
blessings on your heads, y'all.
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| 2008-12-25 13:50 |
| Happy Christmas, Mid-Festival of Lights, post-Solstice, making it to another day |
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Quiet here. Still absorbing that I did well in both classes, and am two papers away from graduating. And am actually able to WORK on those papers now- amazing, what happens when one's head is not so squished by pressures, real or perceived.
Invited to breakfast this morning, and dinner this afternoon. Youngest son is coming by to pick up the five boxes of family photos which he's volunteered to organize and scan some of. Work tonight, sleep tomorrow.
That's sort of the news: have received some lovely cards, sent none yet, have some grand music/movies to upload and share, and here: my grandson and his friend, having a bouncy-wouncy fun time.
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five more weeks of uni.
as much as i'm enjoying these classes- and i am, i really am- i'll be SO glad not to be obligated outside the house 7 days a week. i really really like being home.
that said, i'm getting itchy feet again. my spring is going to be devoted to getting my finances and my body in even better shape. i've been working and saving, and i'm proud of what i've accomplished, but now come my student loans to pay off and that's going to be a change. also, i've been eating MUCH better than i have in years and years (and i was eating pretty ok, the last 3-4 years) but it's time to get regular exercise, find out what's going on with this hip, and work on being fit and having decent stamina by my 60th birthday (god, am i going to be 60 in 2011? hand me that calendar, will you? *stares*).
i ALSO have a bunch of non-uni reading to do, a rather large storage of useful-but-no-longer-necessary-to-me things to go through and pass on (yes! freecycle.org) and a garden to get going on.
i ran into one of my favorite instructors from the nursing program today. it seems i will have the record of taking the longest- maybe second-longest -length of time to graduate from the RN-to-BSN program at my uni of any student in its history to date. she said today she REALLY wants me to invite her to my graduation. i've been on the fence about walking graduation, but something she said gives me the confidence to do it.
funny, how the right word from someone i respect and know cares about how i do can change everything.
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This is what friends do, remind each other of this:
Write it on your heart
that every day is the best day in the year.
He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.
Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit
to be cumbered with your old nonsense.
This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.
~ralph waldo emerson
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ok. 8 weeks- no, 7 weeks, i think, of uni left. *whew*
class let out early today, so had the hip x-rays done. should find out within a week what's next, and if they show what's hurting. added fish oil and chondroitin/glucosamine/msm (which i now recall helping me with my knees some long years ago) (and thanks to ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) stormatdusk who reminded me of them), so we'll see.
in the meantime, the same-old same-old- work, uni, trying to get enough sleep. which i'm gonna go try and do right now. xoxo until later.
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Because so much of the time
You're airborne-
Between here and there
In body as well as in mind.
Rambling on, words coming within
Tongue's reach, fit this way and that
To make ideas, concepts,
Whole and something you can share.
You're generous like that,
Taking of your privacy-
And yet you're brave, too,
Keeping back some of yourself
For yourself.
For you- whether out of the plane's window
Or walking barefoot riverside-
You know it's beautiful here,
And each day is a gift all in itself.
Earth From Above, photographs of Yann Arthus-Bertrand. thanks to my T. for the heads-up about the photographer.
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so, it is autumn, even here, even in northern coastal-ish california, where there are still tomatoes on the vine and i have the temerity to start bok choy and peas, in case i can get a crop in before the real chill comes.
but it is autumn. the days are shorter, the nights darker-feeling. our election less than a month away, and it seems it will be a battle (i made phone calls for Obama last night).
still, i have hope. there are figs ripening on the trees at uni, and apples, and i have found two persimmon trees there as well; uni itself, the coursework, goes as well as it can, and the reading and movies continue to be both interesting and food for thought.
i know the economy world-wide is ricocheting off people's lives with little care for individuals. in my own mind, this is the 60-year cost-come-home for maintaining nuclear arsenals and living as consumers rather than producers, as creatures of habit and want instead of partners with nature and each other- but i find that, once i've used those ideas as a way to settle my own thoughts, i have to step back from them or i become arrogant, and judge, and i have no extra energy to devote to being right or condemnatory. i need to focus on keeping my personal economy honest and functioning as best i can, not giving my life energy over to this latest round of bread and circuses and sleight-of-hand.
i've mentioned it before, but i shall yet again: the ideas and practices in Your Money or Your Life have given me a way to live in this world and be of it, and yet not be completely at the mercy of prevailing winds of woe and upset. it's easy to find the book on www.alibris.com, used, for not very much- and support independent booksellers by buying it there- and it's worth the reading and taking your time but doing, eventually, the steps it takes to reach financial intelligence, financial integrity, and financial independence.
so. time for a nap before uni. then native american studies, come home for a bit, study, perhaps nap again, then work tonight at the lads.
be well, be gracious, be kind, be blessed. be excellent to one another.
ETA: The Kindness Offensive in London. *G*
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Everyone should have health insurance? I say everyone should have health care. I'm not selling insurance.
—Dennis Kucinich (from Perceval Press)
I'm not so inexperienced as to think that it's enough to say "Everyone, keep yourself healthy!" Or so negative as to think that it's someone's fault if I get sick, or so naive as to think that doctors should know everything or so cynical as to think all doctors (hospitals, pharmaceutical companies, nursing agencies) are only in it for the money.
But seriously.
I'm very interested- personally as well as professionally- in how health care reaches people, and what people expect "health care" to be. How do I, a registered nurse, make available my knowledge, skills, and experience, if I'm not going to do it within the confines of a hospital system, the state/federal public health system, or an agency? Can I charge for it? Barter for goods or services? What risk do I assume? What risk does someone I work with assume?
On the larger scale, do we, as health care "consumers", have any obligation to stay as healthy as possible, to reduce the pressure on those who provide us with basic health care? When private industry takes over the municipal water supply or the garbage pick-up, how does a citizen ensure his or her neighborhood, town, city is safe and sanitary?
What is possible, at the overarching level of the State? How feasible is employer-based insurance? Insurance in general? What are the obligations of the individual-in terms of caring for oneself, for one's family, community, the organizations that provide care?
One of the things that came up at dinner tonight was that Kaiser Permanente has figured out that, with only 2 percent of medical students planning to go into primary care, it needs to take care of the primary care MDs it already has, since it "needs to make them last", as my friend put it. She is 63, had, 10 years ago, her own practice, which she had to give up when spiraling costs and sinking reimbursements made it impossible to continue and still pay off her medical school debt as well as care for her family.
You know what I'd like? If you would give me your experiences- good or bad, honest, I'm interested in all sides- with health care, lack of health care, health care access, health insurance (employer or government based, US or in another country)- how it's changed for you over time, or depending on your age, or status (student, military, married or not, employed or not, healthy or not, pre-existing condition or evolving condition). It feels to me like there's something in this- an article, or series of articles, at least, for one of the nursing magazines- and, in some paradise of enough time and energy and focus and luck, a book or two or three (perhaps one for nurses, one for the public, and those children's books I so want to write about being healthy, having a healthy community). But I can't write anything with only my own experience- so if you would be willing to share yours, or even point me in the direction of things you know or have experienced, but anonymously- I would appreciate it tremendously.
Of course, I would keep any confidences. That's my obligation as an RN- but more, it's my obligation to you as a person, one person to another.
And on that note... /ramble.
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may not have 'net at the lad's house for a bit (that'd affect Weds nights/Thurs mornings, and Sun nights/Mon mornings). no way to know until i get there, but his family's having a spot of bother with the bills, so...
anyway. will do uni reading if no 'net there. always a bright side, eh? text if you need me, i'll have the cell.
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Off to work at the girl's.
Laptop is DEFFO getting a tune-up and make-over on Tues- last night it slipped off the arm of the huge over-sized recliner in the lad's room two times, and now there's a dvd lodged in the slot and no little hole to put a paperclip in through to manually unlock it.
ah well, it needed the apostrophe key fixed anyway.
*sigh*
still 150 pages of reading for class to do. no papers yet for these classes, and made some small progress on Critical Thinking. (which would NOT be so damn hard if i were not so damn just-tired-enough-not-to-be-able-to-trudge-through-the-sludge-easily.)
anyway.
A month ago i wasn't sure I'd be working full-time, and by this time next week i should have my benefits back. life is good. essentially, yes. my life is good. *nods* i still have beloveds, i have plans, i have skills and talents and can use them, and aside from being tired am in pretty good health.
catch you on the flipside.
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