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in the new year.

i just came from a day of running errands. i took a bunch of books to smith family and got enough $ from them so that i was able to spend too much money on too little yarn at the yarn store. in the end, thats cool, because i got noru yarn, which is some of the very best, non hand spun, yarn ever. (my not so humble opinion) i also got to see an old friend who i don't see much these days, enable wireless at my new office, and drop by value village to get a couple of pairs of new for me pants. a nice day. tonight i think i'm headed out to LVEC for games and dancing in the lodge. an unexpected, but welcomed invite. i was going to sit home and knit, so maybe i'll go out there and knit instead.

anyhow. on to the subject.

i'm not one for the new years this year. but i was over at sandee's place and i do have one thought for you: to all of you, us, we, who have a loved one fighting cancer, or another awful disease, or are yourself fighting cancer, or another awful disease, may the new year bring health, happiness, and see you cancer free - or other awful disease free.

Posted by brooke at 03:46 PM | comments (0)

the daily trip to the mailbox

every day i head to the mailbox, anticipating seeing that same coloured cream envelope i discovered in my mailbox one day nearly 10 years ago, in hopes that it will bring the same news from the same institution back then, only this time with the acceptance being to the ph.d. program. every morning i hope that this is the day i can call far and wide, eugene to dexter, virginia to north carolina, and home again to eugene. a lot of people know about my application, a lot of people know how much weight that cream coloured envelope with the red lettering carries for me.

yes, i'm awaiting that letter from georgia, letting me know whether my future lies there, or whether i should bank it on washington, or, more likely, utah state, or.. right here in eugene to make another plan.

the uncertainty of it is difficult for me, who likes to plan. i plan days, weeks, hours, months, years in advance. i'm constantly looking forward, reviewing the present to see if it matches those forward moving goals. the uncertainty of my acceptance to georgia is a difficult one.. as my friends here in eugene look forward to the upcoming year here at home, i look forward not knowing where i'll be when the next year turns. its a difficult thing.

the last few days i've felt my possibly leaving eugene pretty hard. i've been kept awake at night thinking about all those around me whom i love and adore, and how difficult a process it was for me to build the community i'm now so surrounded by. those that i speak to about it tell me that i'll be able to build a community elsewhere, but.. i like this one, and i have a lot of sadness about leaving THESE people. i know there are people out there as quality as the ones i have here, but, i like these here, and i like where they are, and the thought of leaving this place and these people keeps me awake, with the image of putting the brake on time in my head.

*sigh* while the coming of the new year brings a lot of anticipation for a new future, it also brings a lot of sadness. i'm not ready to leave this place, no, i'm not ready to leave this place. but, i'm hoping that will change one day as i open my mailbox and the letter i'm hoping to find in it will be there letting me know that if i want it, i can have whatever future i so desire. because, really, its only 3 years, 3 years and i can come home permanently, with a better hold on my future.

Posted by brooke at 10:41 AM | comments (0)

"Not only is another world possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing." ~Arundhati Roy

A friend sent a bunch of us an email, to sum it up in one sentence she said to all of us:

My heart is big and yearning for direction and peace, it must be possible. But I am finding it very difficult to walk in light and joy when so few do and can.

It was a treat to get her email, to be able to reflect on her question. This is what I responded back to her:

You pose a very good question. One that I often times struggle with myself. How to find hope in a seemingly hopeless world? Goodness, I guess I try to look at the light rather than the dark. As an anti-war activist, these days at least, I choose to focus on facts like: March 15th 2003, the world realized there was a 3rd super power-- the world's people.. and, 2.5 years into this and those in power are questioning this war -- much faster than what happened with Vietnam, and and and.. the positive things coming from our government, rather than the negative. I keep an eye on the negative, but that which I put my psychic energy into these days is realizing that all this hard work my friends and I have put into stopping this war is starting to pay off. As a human justice activist I choose to do the same thing.. focus on the good... and lastly, I guess, to keep my sanity, I do what I can every day. From the small -- a smile to someone on the street, to the larger -- volunteering for organizations that are doing the kind of work that meet my vision of world change. I simply do what I can on a daily basis, from the work that I choose, to how I care for those I love, and I do my best to know that it is enough. I'm not perfect at it, I'm far from perfect at it.. I struggle on a daily basis not to slip into hopelessness, despair and loneliness. Sometimes I succeed, and other times I don't. On those days that I fail to stop the fall into the dark, I'm working on learning how not to beat myself up for being there.

I found this quote when i first started this reply: "Not only is another world possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing." ~Arundhati Roy I like it, I like it a lot. It sums up that which I do my best to embrace.

So, how do you stay in the light and joy while there is so much suffering in the world?

Posted by brooke at 07:49 PM | comments (0)

really, no hard feelings

really, i have no hard feelings towards my soon to be former job. absolutely none. my heart chakra, which carries a lot of energy and weight with me these days, it simply feels open and peaceful about the whole thing. i wish them all well.

goddess that feels nice.

Posted by brooke at 02:42 PM | comments (0)

really, it doesn't take a lot to make me happy

i get to see my friend a from HoN tommorrow. i get to see my friend a out at lost valley, where i hear there are other friends of mine as well. i'm so excited, i haven't seen a in too long of a time.

and, i had my first day at my new job today. i didn't feel very productive, but we got a lot done. i'm jazzed about that. i like my new job.

Posted by brooke at 08:45 PM | comments (0)

happy xmas (war is over)

my yearly christmas wishes.. posted early, because i have plans with a dear friend and her boyfriend on the day.

Happy Xmas (War is Over)
c John Lennon, Yoko Ono

(Happy Xmas Kyoko
Happy Xmas Julian)

So this is Xmas
And what have you done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
And so this is Xmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young

A very Merry Xmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear

And so this is Xmas
For weak and for strong
For rich and the poor ones
The world is so wrong
And so happy Xmas
For black and for white
For yellow and red ones
Let's stop all the fight

A very Merry Xmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear

And so this is Xmas
And what have we done
Another year over
A new one just begun
And so happy Xmas
We hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young

A very Merry Xmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear
War is over, if you want it
War is over now

Happy Xmas

Posted by brooke at 06:38 PM | comments (0)

screw.

no coffee in the house. i'm not grumpy, but i'm exhausted. and i have to clean the litter box out. i should clean the rest of my VERY messy apartment as well.. but i'm not.

heading to dexter in a couple of hours, and then on to the metropolis of springfield, where i will spend my holiday. yeah, yeah.. i know, i go to the most EXCITING places for the holidays, eh? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

perk? no. not yet. coffee. on my way out to dexter.

Posted by brooke at 09:00 AM | comments (0)

all there is.

so, yesterday found me singing this song at the top of my lungs in my car as i was sitting on the cusp of a big decision, one that i had already made, one that i knew sat firmly in my heart, one that i knew would cause me to panic at times, but also one that i know will, in the end, be the right decision for these moments. i'm sure to continue to refer back to these words. luckily its good dancing music.

All there is, by Rebecca Riots

Dancing alone in my living room, dancing alone since I was a kid, don’t think I’m practicing for dancing with someone, I’m just doin’ what I always did, you know I do the best I can to be honest and decent and kind, but some people come around only once then I leave them behind..

These things we do, these words we say, these decisions we make, every moment of every day, this is all there is, we’re not rehearsing for anything, this is all there is……

Wake up every morning, fighting this demon of fog, imagine I got all the time in the world, but I may not have very long, have I said all I need to say, can I find the strength to move past fear and can I forgive myself when I screw up again and again and again

These things we do, these words we say, these decisions we make, every moment of every day, this is all there is, we’re not rehearsing for anything, this is all there is……

Dancin’ alone in my living room, damn I wish I was dancing with you, I’m not rehearsing, I’m just living, sometimes I dream too.. well I want to remember that hey! This day’s a one shot deal, gonna go out there and do what I want to, yeah, go out and there and say what I feel

These things we do, these words we say, these decisions we make, every moment of every day, this is all there is, we’re not rehearsing for anything, this is all there is……

These things we do, these words we say, these decisions we make, every moment of every day, this is all there is, we’re not rehearsing for anything, this is all there is……

This is all there is.. we’re not rehearsing for anything.. this is all there is, this is all there is!

ps. i'm no longer working at my paid job anymore. instead i've decided to volunteer devote many hours a week to a small non-profit that works with low income teens. pretty cool, eh?

Posted by brooke at 11:10 AM | comments (0)

changing fast

life is changing at a hugely fast pace.. i simply can't keep up at times. anyhow, today was a crappy day at work, but that was weighed with an opportunity to do some work that feels more meaningful based on where my life is right now. i'll have a conversation tommorrow about it and then be able to move my life maybe a bit more forward? we'll see.

i also got the opportunity to spend time with a couple of friends i've been meaning to spend time with for a long time outside of heart of now. when i got there i was still flying a bit high from my conversation about this new opportunity, but they were forgiving and kind about it, and we had a nice time.. this afternoon i got the pleasure to help one of those friends out simply by loaning her my car.. the smile on her face and the kindness she offered really made an incredibly icky stressful situation bearable.

it looks like i've got plans for the holiday. i'll be spending time with a new dear friend and her boyfriend. i do have some nerves about how important this new friend is becoming so quickly, and, frankly, i wish that friend p was around just to give me perspective, grounding and just time. today was the first day since p, and family, left for baja that i noticed their absence, and that was hard. usually after a day like today i can drop in and read with p's daughter t, or something like that.. but.. anyhow. i'm exhausted, i have a headache, and i've got a lot to do tommorrow.

till then.

Posted by brooke at 07:52 PM | comments (0)

grieving

i think i'm grieving christmases past. huh? growing up christmas was always the best time of the year for me. we'd go to our grandparents houses and see everyone. once school was out, we had 2 weeks just to revel in vacation, family, and presents. there were definetly some stressful times, but for the most part -- as a kid -- holiday times were the best times of the year for me. i was a kid of middle class privilage who had a family who loved her, and i knew it.

but now, at 32, living 3000 miles away, but -- more importantly -- my failure to create for myself what my birth family created for me, i feel intense sadness. what used to be the best time of the year for me is now the worst time of the year.

life will never ever be the same. dede, al, and louise - aka baba, granddad and gammy - are gone. they will never come back to us, and i, i will never be young ever again. i will never be carefree again, i will never be that ever again.

i'm resigned to the fact that i will probably be single forever. that to create a semblance of those christmases for myself i must become a single parent. i'm resigned to the fact that i will never have the joy of curling up with my partner and the 2 of us taking the joy of our child on a magical christmas morning as s/he is showered in love by all those who love us -- both by blood and by the heart. i'm resigned to the fact that i will never get to create for myself as an adult what was created for me as a kid.

i know, it sounds pretty hopeless. depressing, eh? thats how i feel right now, rather depressed. i gave up a trip to baja with friends for a job i hate. i don't have a family of my own so that i can joyfully continue to work while others are taking off to partake in that which i used to partake in.

i know, i should have hope, i should reach down in my belly and find it, but frankly, i don't have the energy to do that. when i'm sitting in my apartment alone, when i'm knowing what is going on outside, and most importantly, when i'm recalling what i know i used to have, in this moment, i just can't find a bit of hope. i've spent a lifetime hoping for the future, hoping that this illness that desended upon me at some too early age would disappear, that the next year would find love for me, would find better things for me. i know things are somewhat better, but when you boil it down to the kernel, when you get to see your life raw compared to others, what i know is that while parts of my life might appear better, what is actually true is that those parts that aren't are simply more painful. they stick out and get rubbed raw at times like this.

Posted by brooke at 10:14 AM | comments (0)

gutless

i wish i had the guts to contact georgia to find out when they are going to make a decision about the ph.d. program. i kinda feel like i'm spending all my time holding my breath.

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in other news.. its the holidays. i'm holding my breath till they are over. i'm not that thrilled that they are upon us, and my goal is to simply get through them. i should probably put up some holiday decorations and stuff, but i'm really not that inspired to do so. :P i have a lot on my plate right now, and i need to follow that up as far as community, heart of now, work and friend committments. i simply can't believe i'm taking all that on. i'm actively involved in community now, and its a lot. i didn't ever imagine being in community would be this much, but it is, and i wish i could truly revel in it. maybe sometime.. after the holidays? *sigh*

i did though help a friend with gifts for her neices. so, i'm not creating much of a holiday season for myself, but i did help bring some joy to 3 little girls who i don't even know. while i was doing it it was simply nice to spend time with my friend, but in retrospect, its nice to also know that maybe i helped to bring smiles to the faces of 3 very adorable little girls.

i'm looking forward to friday at 3, because its at that time that i'm done for pretty much a week. during that time, though, i've got a lot of plans to spend time with friends. and i'm making a scarf for a friend.. my goal is to have it done by christmas day, which is going to take a lot of time this week.. but the scarf is beautiful, and i'm sure it'll bring a smile to her face.

anyhow, i should get to work. i've got data entry to work on.

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of interesting note -- only to myself.. i'm tabulating petitions and who has gathered what and how many, and i just saw my former therapist's name and her partner's name on one of the petitions. i hope thats not telling me something about my future.

Posted by brooke at 02:19 PM | comments (0)

fucking tired.

i'm fucking tired this morning. absolutely fucking tired. :P

i'm working for 2.5 hours out in the VERY INCEREDIBLY AWFULLY TERRIBLY ICKILY BLECH COLD. fuck. i'm really starting to question whether i really do enjoy the cold as much as i say i do. i'm thinking i'm wanting to move to warmer climates. yeah, i actually said that. i'm thinking the southern hemisphere during the winter in the northern hemisphere.. or simply someplace where i can have spring year round.

after work i'm dialing for dollars (aka doing fundraising calls) for lvec at 2.30. i hate d-f-d, absolutely fucking hate it. the only saving grace? picking up new good friend m, cause she's going to d-f-d with me.

*sigh*

*grump*

gonna go get dressed. and stop by the 7-eleven for more coffee, cause, even though i have 1lb of coffee, its not ground, and i don't have a grinder. luckily i already had some coffee in my cup.

*sigh*

Posted by brooke at 09:21 AM | comments (0)

redesigning

i'm redesigning this space. it needs it, desperately. hopefully with the redesign, will come more interesting writing? i hope so.

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long holiday coming up. *sigh* we'll see what happens. :P

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i'm going to be a student at the january heart of now. *sigh* this morning it just seemed to be the right thing, and yet now, it doesn't feel so right.

*sigh*

Posted by brooke at 01:55 AM | comments (0)

impeach.

if he's truly responsible for this war, then he is a murderer. he should be impeached. fuck yes. he should be impeached.

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i'm exhausted. going to go get lunch somewhere, some yarn, and a haircut. heading to lvec tonight, and then maybe to a friends house afterwards. i'll see.

*sigh*

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~~~~~~~~~~ sending loving healing energy to friend c, and friend m's dog s ~~~~~~~~~~

Posted by brooke at 11:59 AM | comments (0)

solstice countdown

.... how many days till the solstice? friend k says that things for her will start to get better when the sun starts to come back. i hope she's right and that they start to get better for the rest of us as well..

things are rough amongst my friends, and my heart (and head) are still out at heart of now. i go out there, see my vision of what i want, and wonder if it would be possible to truly live within my vision? friend s doubts it, friend j says 'yeah, you can try.' me? i can only hope? goddess, wouldn't that be nice?

anyhow, i'm grateful for the caffiene i just injested. i'm going to injest some more. i'm also grateful that i'm able to work at home today. and that tommorrow, i hope to go for a bit of a hike, somewhere. maybe the butte? maybe.. hmm. maybe i'll try to find someplace new.

i've got to call volunteers in just a bit. i'll injest more caffiene before i do that, and luckily most of them won't be home, so i can just leave messages. and then tonight, it'll be a long night.

*sigh*

a little thought.. thoughts out to friend c. she needs them right now -- the loving supportive kind.

*sigh*

hopefully this space will get a bit more thoughtful and perky at some point.

Posted by brooke at 03:06 PM | comments (0)

dear john

It doesn't work. If I were writing a story about a man of his magnitude, and all I could come up with was a horrid little ending like that, I would have to say I didn't deserve to write it at all. How would it read? Once upon a time there was a man who heard music and poetry, and he told us what he heard and people everywhere in all the kingdoms of earth fell in love with what he made of himself and he lived in a castle with his wife and child and had untold riches laid at his feet, and then one day a little man hid in the dark and with four jerks of the finger killed the man who made the music. What a pathetic conclusion. How utterly unworthy of the complexities, the possibilities. No one would publish such a thing. No one would represent it. You should throw it away. Quickly. Before someone reads it. ~Scott Spencer

Dear John,
It was 25 years tommorrow. I wanted to write this today though. I wish I'd been older when you died, I wish I could have been the peace activist that I am today on the day you died, instead of the little kid that I was. I didn't know what the big deal was back then, I didn't understand why everyone was so sad. You were just a member of some music group that my ma listened to. Since then I've grown up and I've learned a lot about who you are.

We could really use you today. We could use some better modern athems for the struggles of this day and age. We could use your help as we deal with issues coming from our government that you probably could have never imagined. Its a scary time John, and we could use you right now.

But, it is getting better. Even without you John, it is getting better. The news doesn't report on the good stuff, the media doesn't make the big deal about what we have accomplished, but John -- we've done a good job. Did you know that this "war" is an illegal one? And that more people protested on March 15, 2003 than on any other single day --- EVER? John -- we became the 2nd super power in the world on that day -- ALL of us, and your song, your song was sung world wide. And John, this war, we're calling for an end to it, quicker than the Vietnam war, John -- I think you'd be proud of the people of the world. We are standing up to it.

Imagine there's no countries,
It isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...

You know John, I try. I try to see beyond the borders that separate us all. Sometimes its not easy, no John, sometimes its not easy. But, I try.

We miss you John. Okay, I can only speak for myself -- I miss you John. I miss what you would have been, what you could have been, I miss what it would have been like to be an activist with you being one of those famous people leading the charge towards what is Right and Just. But we can't change that, and so, since you aren't here, I want to thank you. Thank you for your music, for the Beatles, and for that one song. Its a beautiful song, John, it helped me to become the acitivst I am today. In the most frustrating moments, John, its your words that bring me back to why we do what we do. If that is all you had produced, I'd still miss you. Thank you.

~Brooke, in Oregon.

Posted by brooke at 10:35 PM | comments (1)

bleh.

its been a long day with just me and this damn machine, pretty much.

i'm practicing for graduate school x2. i'd better freakin' get in.

HoN tommorrow night. gonna pick up a couple of friends on the way out. gotta clean out my car. they should feel very special, i hate cleaning my freakin' car out.

gonna be a trying weekend. i don't get my own room in the dorms. *sigh* oh well. i'll come back too..

..oh fuck, lets not talk about what i get to come back too.

how many days left in 2005??

i wish i were going to baja.

Posted by brooke at 07:22 PM | comments (0)

FUCK.

i'm in a crabby mood today. 2nd day in a row.

i'm riding my bike to work today. hopefully the cold air will smack some good mood sense back into me.

Posted by brooke at 12:00 PM | comments (0)

re:

i just changed my party affiliation. i just couldn't stand it anymore.

Posted by brooke at 05:40 PM | comments (0)

i'm in a crabby mood, even with coffee

grr. i'm in a way crabby mood this morning. or re: this afternoon.

why am i crabby?

• all around me people are falling in love. i'm not even grabbing a glance.. and if i am, i'm not noticing.

• i can't find any lip balm. i have many tubes of the stuff in various incarnations, and i can't find any. and my lips are chapped.

• i had to pay rent today.

• these damn applications to grad school. this damn writing sample shit for the worst of the programs.

• these damn applications, i hate having my future hanging in the hands of people who don't know me. a lot is riding on this stuff, and i hate it.

• i'm on my period. of course i'm grumpy.

• i'm absolutely exhausted, even with 2 cups of coffee in me. at 11 i did not want to get out of bed.. and yet i had to get down here to work. :P

• all the good stuff in town seems to happen when i'm out at lost valley. i really think they should look at the HoN schedule to schedule things.

• did i mention that everyone is falling in love around me, and i get nary a glance?
  

but.

on the positive side, today is my dad's birthday. 63. i'll write something later about this... love ya dad.

Posted by brooke at 12:42 PM | comments (0)

whoo hoo!

my 2006 slingshot organizer is here! whoo hooo! i LOVE my slingshot! for years i tried to use organizers, but after valiant efforts of trying to organize with them, i, inevitably, put them down.. until i discovered the slingshot at mother kalis one day. i picked it up because i loved all the great information in it.. and then i realized i was actually using it. this is my 4th one. i still have the 2003 and 2004 models. i'm not sure why this particular organizer has stuck, but it has, and i am now rarely without my slingshot.

now i must go write dates in my 2006 organizer i've been keeping in my head.

Posted by brooke at 12:04 PM | comments (0)

fuck me.

sleep... its the bane of my existance. i'm up at 3.00am. fuck me.

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a lot on my mind these days. some of it too painful, for me, to go into.

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i'm exhausted. i've stopped sleeping. we put out a 2,000 piece mailer at work. fuck us. but luckily, we've got killer interns and volunteers. yeah them!

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my dearest friends are going to baja, and i'm not going. fuck me. i WISH I WISH i could go. i'm going to miss them. esp. since i'm going to be alone on xmas day. fuck me again.

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on the happy side.. i've realized this week how much i simply adore my 8 year old friend t. the other day i stopped by after work and i was leaving she told me to stay. so i did. and i did 2 more times as i attempted to leave. how could i not?

when talking about having kids i used to say i want my own b-- my nephew, but lately i find myself saying i want my own t. i'm definetly closer to than b.

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on another happy side.. t's ma, p, and i are going x-c skiing on sunday. not only is the powder going to be absolutely killer (the pac nw is getting SLAMED right now, yeah!), but it might very well just be the 2 of us. we've never done that, and while i look forward to someone else coming along, i also look forward to somene else not coming along. t's ma is one of my dearest friends.

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i wanna wanna wanna wanna get in!.. but i wish i didn't have to leave to go. (shh. between y'all and me, i wish i could take p and t with me if i get in.)

Posted by brooke at 02:57 AM | comments (0)

dec 1

Posted by brooke at 09:30 AM | comments (0)

about
i'm brooke, born in '73. i am currently a phd student in instructional technology. this is the blog where i capture all the neurotic, and the few non-neurotic, moments that seem to come with being a phd student (if you want to read less neuroses and more professionalism go to: oer's, dl's, reuse and culture: it's about a phd student researching digital resources in a multicultural world). i have been from eugene, oregon for a long time.. 8 years specifically (its my home now, but i grew up in southwestern virginia), but now i'm here in logan, utah at utah state university. after finding my roots in eugene i never could have expected that i would leave that liberal oasis and head to utah. but i did and there are days when its a blessing and days when i'm tempted to go back to oregon and beg the folks at lost valley educational center to let me move in. but i won't leave because there are days when this process is better than any kind of high i could ever imagine. what else? i collect things, i have 2 cats, 2 kayaks, 2 laptops (i'm a geek - one mac, one pc). i can be emailed at brookesblog@rivervision.com.

my heart

♦ max
♦ ava
♦ LEAD
♦ the heart of now
♦ population, environment, abortion, religion and fatherhood by my grandfather

be the change

♦ american friends service committee
♦ bell hooks
♦ CAUSA / PCUN
♦ community alliance of lane county
♦ His Holiness The Dalai Lama
♦ human rights campaign
♦ LEAD
♦ NAACP
♦ NOW
♦ paul kivel
♦ end mountaintop coal removal
♦ walk for kindness
♦ usu allies on campus ♦ usu glbta services

i'm a poor phd student, but i still want stuff

♦ buy me books so i can get my phd!
♦ here's some other, non-phd, related stuff i want.

interesting spots on the web

♦ justice not war coalition (i miss)
♦ dl connect (the research)
♦ instructional architect (the tool)
♦ the national science digital library (the resources)
♦ liberal forum
♦ united for peace and justice
♦ code pink for peace
♦ whitney leary - artist
♦ true living with authentic intention

blogs

♦ #!/usr/bin/girl
♦ abortion clinic days
♦ allied
♦ baghdad burning
♦ bitch phd
♦ bliss
♦ blog explosion
♦ blog sisters
♦ blogging the dalai lama
♦ blue ridge blog
♦ bringing desta home
♦ christi thomas
♦ dana's blog
♦ dooce
♦ dwotf: the blog
♦ easy bake coven
♦ eugene saturday market blog
♦ falling down is also a gift
♦ feminste
♦ flight level 390
♦ hieing to kolob
♦ i blame the patriarchy
♦ i will survive
♦ john dehlin: check this out
♦ justlisa
♦ mormon stories: building bridges through stories
♦ my cat hates you dot com
♦ name that mama
♦ oregon blogs
♦ paper sack lifetime
♦ peace blogs
♦ postsecret
♦ rkmlai's journal
♦ sewers of babel
♦ so close
♦ susie's garden
♦ the bwg
♦ the cultural hall
♦ trabaca
♦ vox.machina
♦ what she said
♦ write (a blog)
♦ writing in the corner
♦ yeah, but houdini didn't have these hips.

inactive blogs (that i still read)

♦ abbie the cat has a posse
♦ aspirations to sweetness
♦ the crooked cervix
♦ suej224
♦ tierra
♦ knife wielding feminsts
♦ paul moment
♦ riverrocks
♦ postcards of grief

read the news

♦ bbc
♦ new york times
♦ common dreams
♦ salon
♦ eugene weekly
♦ the guardian
♦ village voice
♦ washington post
♦ SF Gate
♦ cnn
♦ eugene register-guard
♦ salt lake city tribune
♦ logan herald-journal

archives

• November 2007
• October 2007

recent

• in the new year.
• the daily trip to the mailbox
• "Not only is another world possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing." ~Arundhati Roy
• really, no hard feelings
• really, it doesn't take a lot to make me happy

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