lovely boxes
Boxes, my lovely lovely little boxes, LOL. Alliteration cheat, but yeah. I'd love to show you a picture of rose, she's got rose print on white stamped all over like old country wall paper and lovely red scroll work along her golden trim, with bronze feet and lock front. Just can't figure out how to get this phone to upload to blogger. It'll upload fine to other things even via this browser but not this page! Well, whatever, sorry. I did put it on g+ and maybe I'll post some on twitter. Yeah, i'll post a profile pic of each new luggage on twitter. If anyone's reading this, odds are you're here from twitter since there are no other places I've listed this url. On account of not really wanting to deal with flack from people in my life about whom I may speak here.
Some folks think you shouldn't express mental thoughts about others anywhere, even in private. Yet this is a shady boundary because you do need to talk things out sometimes and it often involves dealing with someone and their personality profile. I try to speak with sympathy and compassion when I do describe people that are around me, even to myself. I don't want to disrespect or hate on others, not even people I really won't choose to tolerate. It's hard sometimes, to refine your speech even when angry. We're fed a steady diet of comedy that teaches us all manner of humorous bullying. If you actually treat people the way they do on sit coms, you'd be positively abusive. I'm noticing more and more adults with no more idea how to relate to others than sit com jibes and they don't understand that the laughter only postpones the sting. I always saw jokes as a way to offer a negative opinion without taking responsibility for it. You don't have to stand behind something that is "only a joke" but you can still heckle and nag a person into the ground for the failings you see in them, if you're witty enough to make others laugh. No, sorry, that is not a free pass to abusively push your rules and definitions on others. Way I see it, rational people, whether anarchic or martinets, will always agree to co-operate with a set of guidelines that is reasonable and fair, even though the size and diversity of the population may cause unfairness in that framework.
Irrational rules, or rules that offer no service to the community in general, will not be obeyed by most people and should not be obeyed by rational people. This whether the people pushing said rules are capable of taking your freedom or life, or simply someone capable of taking your daily peace at home. Anarchy requires not a change of system, so much as a change of attitude. One can safely practice a generalized social anarchy in a rule-bound system if that system is not overtly tyrannical. I live in such a country, I believe, where for the most part the culture is willing to turn a blind eye to minor illegalities in the community when they aren't in fact interfering. this is the way law should be used, only when the perpetrator's illegal actions actually cause a complaint. I am not complaining that a neighbor parks her school bus on the street across my view, although it is illegal, because it is not harming me or really even inconveniencing me. When she parked it next to my house so it blocked my whole view, I complained directly to her, not via the law. Granted, the interchange went horribly, but that's another story and at no point was there anything more than words exchanged or acted.
We've another neighbor who does like to use the law as a personal tool of vengeance. she doesn't even need us to know it's her for it to satisfy. she does this whenever the opportunity presents because she feels that we aren't friendly enough to deserve her respect and kindness. I know this, because I tried to befriend her for quite some time. It was when I found my husband that she pushed me away and started hating. I know, she was jealous. So I leave her alone for the most part. I did call animal control when one of her badly trained large dogs emerged from the flimsy fence and grabbed my dog off her leash as my husband walked her down the sidewalk. He didn't realize the dog wasn't better contained or he'd have avoided that walk. Still, why should parts of a block be public no-go zones? Besides which, this was the third incident I'd witnessed and I'd spoken directly to her about the previous two which involved children from the school across the street. Of course I called in the law! the fence is fixed and she's being left alone about it, that's all we wanted
You wouldn't believe the barking in this neighbourhood. People in this area just don't get dog training. I'm hoping that when I move to Penticton I find a higher level of dog responsibility in general, like in bigger cities, but I can't really expect it. I'm moving to the mountains, not the city.
So I found a new hobby store that has some whiz bang stuff for my modelling. I tried this stuff called squadron putty. At $5 a tube it's not a lot of outlay so I got 4 and I'm sorry now. I want a solution that's not propelled by toluene because I'm using it in my kitchen in a house with exotic birds. I put the parts I was working on out in the porch to dry but I'll be using it as little as possible with that fume It doesn't really do much more than good layer of thick white nail polish either. so I picks up a box to look at the finish and have to stop from grabbing the sandpaper. That's how I lose whole days. today is for bottle recycling and getting timmy's nails trimmed. He's digging holes in his neck just trying to scratch his ear, I think.
Some folks think you shouldn't express mental thoughts about others anywhere, even in private. Yet this is a shady boundary because you do need to talk things out sometimes and it often involves dealing with someone and their personality profile. I try to speak with sympathy and compassion when I do describe people that are around me, even to myself. I don't want to disrespect or hate on others, not even people I really won't choose to tolerate. It's hard sometimes, to refine your speech even when angry. We're fed a steady diet of comedy that teaches us all manner of humorous bullying. If you actually treat people the way they do on sit coms, you'd be positively abusive. I'm noticing more and more adults with no more idea how to relate to others than sit com jibes and they don't understand that the laughter only postpones the sting. I always saw jokes as a way to offer a negative opinion without taking responsibility for it. You don't have to stand behind something that is "only a joke" but you can still heckle and nag a person into the ground for the failings you see in them, if you're witty enough to make others laugh. No, sorry, that is not a free pass to abusively push your rules and definitions on others. Way I see it, rational people, whether anarchic or martinets, will always agree to co-operate with a set of guidelines that is reasonable and fair, even though the size and diversity of the population may cause unfairness in that framework.
Irrational rules, or rules that offer no service to the community in general, will not be obeyed by most people and should not be obeyed by rational people. This whether the people pushing said rules are capable of taking your freedom or life, or simply someone capable of taking your daily peace at home. Anarchy requires not a change of system, so much as a change of attitude. One can safely practice a generalized social anarchy in a rule-bound system if that system is not overtly tyrannical. I live in such a country, I believe, where for the most part the culture is willing to turn a blind eye to minor illegalities in the community when they aren't in fact interfering. this is the way law should be used, only when the perpetrator's illegal actions actually cause a complaint. I am not complaining that a neighbor parks her school bus on the street across my view, although it is illegal, because it is not harming me or really even inconveniencing me. When she parked it next to my house so it blocked my whole view, I complained directly to her, not via the law. Granted, the interchange went horribly, but that's another story and at no point was there anything more than words exchanged or acted.
We've another neighbor who does like to use the law as a personal tool of vengeance. she doesn't even need us to know it's her for it to satisfy. she does this whenever the opportunity presents because she feels that we aren't friendly enough to deserve her respect and kindness. I know this, because I tried to befriend her for quite some time. It was when I found my husband that she pushed me away and started hating. I know, she was jealous. So I leave her alone for the most part. I did call animal control when one of her badly trained large dogs emerged from the flimsy fence and grabbed my dog off her leash as my husband walked her down the sidewalk. He didn't realize the dog wasn't better contained or he'd have avoided that walk. Still, why should parts of a block be public no-go zones? Besides which, this was the third incident I'd witnessed and I'd spoken directly to her about the previous two which involved children from the school across the street. Of course I called in the law! the fence is fixed and she's being left alone about it, that's all we wanted
You wouldn't believe the barking in this neighbourhood. People in this area just don't get dog training. I'm hoping that when I move to Penticton I find a higher level of dog responsibility in general, like in bigger cities, but I can't really expect it. I'm moving to the mountains, not the city.
So I found a new hobby store that has some whiz bang stuff for my modelling. I tried this stuff called squadron putty. At $5 a tube it's not a lot of outlay so I got 4 and I'm sorry now. I want a solution that's not propelled by toluene because I'm using it in my kitchen in a house with exotic birds. I put the parts I was working on out in the porch to dry but I'll be using it as little as possible with that fume It doesn't really do much more than good layer of thick white nail polish either. so I picks up a box to look at the finish and have to stop from grabbing the sandpaper. That's how I lose whole days. today is for bottle recycling and getting timmy's nails trimmed. He's digging holes in his neck just trying to scratch his ear, I think.