In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Stuff 

Speaking of stuff. I want to get rid of lots of my stuff. I've never wanted a lot of stuff, yet I've got too much. It's the researcher in me: gotta have those books. I wish I could rely on libraries more, but their budgets are being slashed left and right (sounds like a used car commercial), and they often don't have what I need. However, I still want less stuff. So I was thinking of giving it away, but that won't work. Maybe a garage sale, but that would have to wait until spring and even then it's iffy because it rains so much here. Did I mention I don't have a garage? So it would be more rightly called a lawn sale. Mario suggested eBay last night, and then I read Emma's livejournal this morning, and she mentioned this Weird Al song. So appropriate. And as Emma admonishes, listen to the end. (You'll need to click on "play" next to the photo at the top with Weird Al. I'm only telling you this because I was lookin' around for it for the longest time.)
Posted by: Kim Antieau / 2/11/2006 10:48:00 AM
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