cleansing maggots of white light!
Sep. 21st, 2010 09:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thanateTwo things of potential interest:
For those in Boston area and/or interested in the street theater arts, Strowlercon could use your attention. In fact, people are giving out explanations and discount codes right and left...here, for instance.
And a less location-based brand of silliness: Clash of the Geeks begins with an "epically silly" (as things seem to be called these days...discussion of what the word epic actually means withheld for a later time) bit of fantasy artwork (unipegikitten! SF personalities!), continues through various people writing stories to explain the picture, and is available for a free download with encouragement to donate by way of helping (fight) Lupus. Ok, don't listen to me, just go look at it...
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In other news, the garden continues gardeny, we have our first monarch caterpillar in the milkweed, and the dead rabbit has gone through the crawling mass of maggots stage and into the occasional zombie wanderings about the yard stage, presumably compliments of some sort of local nightlife.
I went to the first night of yoga class yesterday, which was mostly worthy, although I find that I somehow fail to understand how to round my lower back properly, but which ended with a cool-down of lying on the floor in the dark and being talked through imagining a wave of white light suffusing one's body from the top of the head downwards. By the time I had gotten past the mental image of video-game-style laser rays, my mind had moved on to flowing masses of white-light maggots, which, though scientifically not inappropriate, is probably not quite the mental image of cleansing the instructor was going for.
Now, I believe, it is time for me to go back to organizing the sewing room. And have more tea...
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Question for the masses: Does anyone have suggestions on how to get the smell of mothballs out of wool? (washing doesn't seem to have done anything except make the washing machine smell of mothballs for a few weeks...)
For those in Boston area and/or interested in the street theater arts, Strowlercon could use your attention. In fact, people are giving out explanations and discount codes right and left...here, for instance.
And a less location-based brand of silliness: Clash of the Geeks begins with an "epically silly" (as things seem to be called these days...discussion of what the word epic actually means withheld for a later time) bit of fantasy artwork (unipegikitten! SF personalities!), continues through various people writing stories to explain the picture, and is available for a free download with encouragement to donate by way of helping (fight) Lupus. Ok, don't listen to me, just go look at it...
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In other news, the garden continues gardeny, we have our first monarch caterpillar in the milkweed, and the dead rabbit has gone through the crawling mass of maggots stage and into the occasional zombie wanderings about the yard stage, presumably compliments of some sort of local nightlife.
I went to the first night of yoga class yesterday, which was mostly worthy, although I find that I somehow fail to understand how to round my lower back properly, but which ended with a cool-down of lying on the floor in the dark and being talked through imagining a wave of white light suffusing one's body from the top of the head downwards. By the time I had gotten past the mental image of video-game-style laser rays, my mind had moved on to flowing masses of white-light maggots, which, though scientifically not inappropriate, is probably not quite the mental image of cleansing the instructor was going for.
Now, I believe, it is time for me to go back to organizing the sewing room. And have more tea...
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Question for the masses: Does anyone have suggestions on how to get the smell of mothballs out of wool? (washing doesn't seem to have done anything except make the washing machine smell of mothballs for a few weeks...)