They lie.

My syllabus for my capstone course states that approximately an hour a day will be enough to complete all of the modules of the research paper. Hah! Liars! Either that or I’m simply too compulsive in wanting to get this thing done well. Thirty hours last week, another 20 hours this week, and another three weeks to go…with working and everything else in my life continuing as usual.

Done with this week’s work, submitted with three hours and ten minutes to spare; tomorrow starts the new week’s work. I sincerely hope it will involve somewhere closer to their estimates of time.

Will miracles never cease?

Mr. TF and I have been stressed for most of the year, thinking we were going to owe tax money even though we’ve earned significantly less money this year than last (Mr. TF lost his full time job in 2009 and has only been working part time this past year). Our property taxes went up even though our valuation went down, why wouldn’t our income taxes go up even though our income went down?

Well, well, well. As Gomer used to say, “surprise, surprise, surprise!” We are getting a refund. Of course, it’s mainly because we’re both in school and got to deduct our school expenses.

Yay, a wood stove is definitely in my future now! The tax refund will go for that! Woo Hoo!

Five Weeks Left.

I feel like I did when I was pregnant and I was just counting down the days until my due date…I am done with my last class for my bachelor’s degree in five weeks.  I graduate in FIVE WEEKS!!!!!

I am definitely going back for my master’s…as soon as I take the summer off.  I need a break.  I’ve been in school non stop, year round other than a two week break at Christmas, for well over a year.  I’ve earned a summer of lazing around, doing nothing but working my normal two jobs, gardening, canning, catching up on spinning and weaving.

I plan to spend MUCH less time in front of a computer screen, and much MORE time doing yoga and other things that make me feel relaxed and happy.

Jared is a trailbreaker.

All the news media regarding the shooting, and the salacious drama endlessly paraded by pundits, really misses the point.  Jared wasn’t alone, and isn’t alone.  Not in Arizona, and not in the world.  He merely chose to do something that would make him internationally known; most merely turn their rage and hopelessness on themselves or their families.

Some people simply don’t want to work, want the system to support them, and will do whatever it takes to manipulate the welfare system into supporting them.  These are not the people I am speaking of, nor do I wish to speak of them now.  They are another entity entirely.

I’ve blogged before about the crisis here in Arizona regarding psychiatric services and how that affects delivery of service via the emergency room.  I’ve explained about ‘psych holds’ and how they often spend days awaiting transfer to a psych facility.  Some of these are people already in the ‘system’ so to speak, who are clients of the contracted psychiatric services but many are new.  They were surviving, hanging on, until the economic crisis and stresses of it pushed them over the edge.  They lose their jobs then their marriages; a consequence of being a citizen of Arizona is that often there is no other family within five hundred miles, so the loss of spousal support means the loss of the only emotional support available.  These people are used to taking care of themselves.  The idea of needing help is foreign, and they don’t know how to navigate the system to get any sort of assistance, whether health care or psychiatric care. In the end they simply punish themselves for their own failure to ‘beat’ the system.

Another new thing is that domestic violence seems to be getting more violent; I could be wrong but it seems to me that we are seeing more cases of extreme violence coming to the emergency rooms (and morgues) as traumas — gunshot wounds, stabbings, beatings not just with fists but with bats. This too I attribute to the stresses of our present economic situation.

So what does that have to do with Jared?  Well, a lot, actually.  While I detest the thought of giving him any more notoriety, he is a symbol of what’s happening.  He is intelligent, perhaps beyond average.  He is well read and reads literature that provokes independent thought.  He challenges the ideas thrust upon us by media regarding the proper ways to think, behave, eat, consume.  He appears to have been a sensitive individual who did not have the emotional reserves to simply hunker down and try to fit in, to prostitute his psyche in exchange for a job and a paycheck.  He sees that the system is dreadfully broken.  All this is common to many of the people who come to the emergency room in emotional crisis.  They are perhaps less articulate than he was, but they share the same despair and frustration.  They simply turned it on themselves rather than others, and so remain invisible to our society at large; indeed, they may have even further damaged their chances at ‘beating’ the system because our society frowns on emotional weakness, which is still how psychiatric diagnoses are viewed, as though they are personal failings, and therefore are less likely to get a chance to get a leg up.

It is a measure of the broken-ness of our society that unmannered and violent yet attractive young women from New Jersey, with far too much money and far too little common sense, education, and decorum, are touted as models for our young people.  It is a measure of our broken-ness that Justin Bieber is a model for young people. In some ways I am reminded of Galadriel in Tolkein’s saga.  When Frodo offers her the ring of power, she considers the offer and what she will become.  She says that all will look on her beauty; they will love her and despair.  Perhaps the dedicated watchers of the New Jersey girls look on them and despair in the same way.

Beware, though.  Those that watch are also learning valuable lessons on how to break the rules to get what they want.  As people become more cognizant of the fact that what our society has fed them regarding their chances to make it big is nothing but lies, they’ll be less and less afraid to act out.  And in a world of twitter and facebook, they’ll not all turn it in.

The Way is Narrow.

On the way to work this morning I was listening to a BBC broadcast of a debate between Christopher Hitchens, renowned atheist, and Tony Blair, former supposed prime minister of England and recent convert to Catholicism.  The statement they were debating was “Religion is a force for good in the world.”

I realized something important part way through, listening to both use the homily ‘do unto others as you would have them do unto you’. I  listened with great interest to Mr. Hitchens warn of the dangers of religious fanaticism and how it is one of the chief causes of wars and violence, and listening equally to Mr. Blair pointing out that whether or not the world has religious fanaticism it will always have fanaticism and fanatics.  That’s when it really hit me.

Jesus said the way to God is harder to get through than passing through the eye of a needle (for a rich man at least) and also said that the ‘gate is small and narrow is the road that leads to life and few are those who find it.” (Matt 7:14, NIV) Many other religions speak of how difficult it is to become truly holy, to gain the life Jesus is speaking of; in Buddhism there are saints as well, and they like Christian saints must have lived a life of utter purity, self sacrifice, charity, and devotion.  The examples of the necessity for charity, of purity, of devotion and self sacrifice abound no matter which religious tradition one looks at.  And, giving credit to secularism, I believe along with Mr. Hitchens that one knows the duties and laws (if you will) of being human in human society; they don’t require a god to impose them, we know them in our biology.

The fact that so many traditions count those holy, and the accompanying fact that so many of us humans fall so short, means only one thing.  It means that true compassion, true service to humanity, is a rare quality indeed amongst us.  It means that perhaps there really are only a few in every generation who meet the definition of sainthood, and those are the rare few who really are better, more evolved, more ‘human’ than the rest of us.  That’s why we value them so much, tell stories about them, remember their names and deeds for centuries after their deaths, and even develop mythologies regarding them in the passing centuries.  They are valued because they are rare.

A much better rant on the importance of textiles than mine

Beautiful Knitting linked to this essay about the importance of textiles to modern civilization. I thought it was so very good, I’m also linking to it here. It’s from 2007, but it’s still relevant today.

Should Everyone Spin? Abby Franquemont is a renowned spinner who grew up in Peru, the child of anthropologists. Excellent read, although a little long.

New 4 pitch hackle and comb set



New 4 pitch hackle and comb set

Originally uploaded by susancoyotesfan

My new comb and hackle set. Love love love this! I spent several hours yesterday, and maybe an hour today, combing a *very* dirty portion of a Shetland fleece (pics are elsewhere in my Flickr account) and got a bulk paper box half full of very lovely, very CLEAN ‘birdsnests’ that are ready to spin.

The fiber on the hackle in this picture is Cotswold from a ram named Franklin. It’s not horribly dirty, but it does have a lot of ‘second cuts’ (where the shearer makes a second pass over an area of the sheep) and VM (vegetable matter) that need to be combed out. My friends who own Franklin didn’t know what was important for spinners before she learned to spin this year…I can’t wait to get this old stuff spun up so I can buy some of the new stuff with NO second cuts and very little VM in it. I have already seen and plunged my hands into it. Mr. TF has no idea how difficult it was to not whip out the checkbook immediately! :)