The right of freedom of speech consists in speaking the truth. - Emir Ali ibn Abi Taleb, May Allah be pleased with him and his Ahl Bayt
28.3.06
A snapshot of me fleeing the erudite commentary of a vague experimental numbnuts who, like George Carlin once remarked, "teaches your kids the wrong words for things."
I would have liked to include some photos like Sue's. Reminds me of the old "yarn" I heard once about a drink with a so-called famous poet...like that time I wanted to "pet" the Dalai Lama (a true story!).
Radical, you are a weaver of great renown. Have you ever wanted to take naked pictures of yourself and entice people into believing that every word you utter is a poem? I mean, like constructing ordinary conversations with line breaks and including alot of stupid references to James Joyce? I sure hope not because those photographs are just nasty. Gross even. But then again, Sue is just mad because me and the 'gang' saw through all that Goddess crap and pretty much she felt like leaving because apparently, weaving is so much more profitable. Not. Old ladies like that DEMAND the burqa be placed on them to spare the rest of us the horrors of their groin.
How is your old loom? I remember the spinning you used to do and just put away the shawl you made for me. It really does come in handy in these chilly Levantian winters you know.
It helps to have a strong inventory of skills. I don't need to convince anyone about the value of the work. I value it myself and let others do as they will. The emperor has no clothes in lots of work done by many people, who need in an unhealthly way the validation of someone blowing hot air up their skirts telling them they are the gift to their craft. I am my own gift and I give to myself momements of wonder and beauty. I still have the loom and the spinning wheels, but sadly no time to spin any of the yarns- verbal or otherwise. Another retirement skill waiting for the day.
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I would have liked to include some photos like Sue's. Reminds me of the old "yarn" I heard once about a drink with a so-called famous poet...like that time I wanted to "pet" the Dalai Lama (a true story!).
Radical, you are a weaver of great renown. Have you ever wanted to take naked pictures of yourself and entice people into believing that every word you utter is a poem? I mean, like constructing ordinary conversations with line breaks and including alot of stupid references to James Joyce?
I sure hope not because those photographs are just nasty. Gross even. But then again, Sue is just mad because me and the 'gang' saw through all that Goddess crap and pretty much she felt like leaving because apparently, weaving is so much more profitable. Not. Old ladies like that DEMAND the burqa be placed on them to spare the rest of us the horrors of their groin.
How is your old loom? I remember the spinning you used to do and just put away the shawl you made for me. It really does come in handy in these chilly Levantian winters you know.
Skeanes and skeins of yarns.
It seems some people forgot to read Peyton Place.
It helps to have a strong inventory of skills. I don't need to convince anyone about the value of the work. I value it myself and let others do as they will.
The emperor has no clothes in lots of work done by many people, who need in an unhealthly way the validation of someone blowing hot air up their skirts telling them they are the gift to their craft. I am my own gift and I give to myself momements of wonder and beauty.
I still have the loom and the spinning wheels, but sadly no time to spin any of the yarns- verbal or otherwise. Another retirement skill waiting for the day.
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