I’ve never understood how any kind of anarchist, anti-corporate/profit motive dude, anti-economic-globalization, social justice champion, anti-sweatshop, or what-have-you activist can justify smoking.
They all want to destroy, or at the very least change, “the man” yet will continue supporting “the man” in the most blatant way possible – SMOKING.
Why, why don’t people make this connection? (I’m obviously frustrated by many peoples inability to reason.)
Here are some more facts that should help people make the connection between ruthless capitalism and smoking:
For awhile, I was writing for hours everyday. And I don’t mean, organizing my e-mail inbox, twittering, getting distracted by my stumble button … I mean full-fledged pounding away at the keys, replacing my keyboard at the end of every day. All because somebody had the hare-brained idea of daring me, saying I couldn’t do my writing in mittens.
Not really. But I am known throughout google for my rabbit mittens, as told to me several times now by Google Analytics. So, that ones for you Rabbit Mitten people. Anyways, I would write up a storm.
And then, I would have a moment of self-reflection here and there. Sitting in a big comfy arm chair, scribbling in my notebook.
Wholesome Activities, Great Attitudes, and Higher Altitudes
When we speak of family activities, what we’re really talking about is time together: both in quantity and quality.
As hectic as our lives are, the key is to integrate into our family culture the types of activities that insure we spend enough time together.
Here are a few things we’ve tried that have blessed our family in countless ways:
This can be a tough one to pull off, but I’m convinced that it’s a crucial activity for any couple. A “date” can be anything from a nice dinner out, to going for a walk, or even a trip to the grocery store.
The point is that you and your significant other get out and do something together where you can leave distractions behind and just enjoy each other. The key here is nurturing the relationship, something Mark Harai can teach us all something about.
Sometimes my husband calls me the bag lady when I’m running errands. It’s not what you think. No. I am not strolling the streets of Los Angeles totting bags of every fabric and material known to mankind.
Eh, the last statement is probably somewhat true. A few years ago, many grocery stores started selling affordable reusable bags. Sometime later, these bags could also be found in non-grocery markets such as Target.
I hope you like what I’ve done with the place. I have been struggling on and on about the theme and how I want Renaissance Blogger to be looking. Have I finally found a “perfect” theme? Probably not.
But being code-impaired I need to settle on the creations of others. I hope that it is well received (not really, I like it and I’m not really concerned about what anyone else thinks ).
I also have cleaned up the blogrolls and the sidebars. I realized over the course of the weekend that, though I love doing the meme thing (photohunts, Thursday Thirteens, and the like), that I was not allowing this space to be used as full as possible.
I am hoping to post once or twice a day at most but go into more depth on whatever the subject is that I am writing about (in many cases that will be about writing itself).
Day after day, you wonder why you don’t seem to be making any progress. You look left for the solution, and then you look right. In every direction you look there never seems to be an answer to get money.
The problems for most people are right behind, but you never see it. Some days you’re in the mood to run a mile and back. Other days you don’t feel like getting out of your bed.
The motivation you carry to get what needs to be done all depends on your mood. It’s challenging to always keep your enthusiasm high especially when doing anything you don’t enjoy. Maybe it’s time to change a career? There are career aptitude tests that can help you with making a right career move. And if you still didn’t get your HS diploma, simply go for the GED test.
If inconsistency that’s stabbing you in the back read on and make a right choice.
More Bad Days, Rather Than Good
No matter who you are, we all know the meaning of struggle. You struggle to get out of bed in the morning. You struggle to take that early morning jog when you know it’s needed. Every of your days is a new day to struggle.
The first lesson relates to how you manage your own finances. This lesson is the basis of all the other actions. Bringing in extra money alone is no cure for financial difficulties. It is really just a sticking plaster.
You have to deal with the root cause. For example for Joan the root course is lack of proper education, she left a high school when she was 16, she is 23 now and still doesn’t have a high school diploma.
I know I am going to get whacked upside the head by Karma, but as promised, instructions on how to make your own voodoo doll…
Making a voodoo doll is pretty simple. The trick is to make it as personal to whomever it is to personify as possible. This makes it easier for any spells or curses to find their intended.
But if you can’t get any personal items from the person, try to make your doll look as close as possible like the real person. The first thing you need is something to provide structure for your doll. You could use a couple of sticks tied together in the form of a cross.
After five days of trying to set up the satellite system himself only to fail miserably, Dave finally bit the bullet last week and called in the professionals.
This was no easy decision for him, being a cheap bastard man who prides himself on achieving such tasks on his own, but not having several hundred channels to choose from was really starting to eat him up.
So on Wednesday afternoon yet another strange man climbed the ladder to our roof, the only difference between him and the others being that once he set foot on the patio he was handed a wad of cash.
But whatever. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and by that point I didn’t care what he had to do or how much it was going to cost. I just wanted the fucking thing hooked up already.
This morning, I told a woman I’ve met a few times in the park that I’m having a mid life crisis.
I didn’t mean an actual mid life crisis, whatever that is, I meant something more like, there are all these crazy things happening in my life and I’m making big changes. It was my lame attempt t0 be funny and maybe a little outrageous (I like to be outrageous sometimes as my friends will attest).