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, November 11, 2006

Promises, Promises! 

It is pouring down pissing down rain. I have barely slept in days. Or rather I have barely slept in nights. Yes, I'm so amusing to myself when I haven't slept. I don't care that I haven't slept except that I'm exhausted. I'm having trouble sleeping because these stories about the Old Mermaids just want to be written. But...I just wandered away for a half 'n hour; I forgot what I was doing! Hah.

So I did another Old Mermaid story. We also worked on the Old Mermaid Journal today. We're putting together a journal for the Old Mermaid School of Telling Tales and Finding Art. We went out to take photographs for the three minutes it wasn't raining.

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By the way, this photograph was taken in front of a store owned by Bush-ites. But the Old Mermaids wouldn't see them that way, so....Plus we really liked the red brick. I don't really get the "Sorry we're open sign." It must be Republican humor. Yes, that's my hand. It's weird, isn't it? Because the Old Mermaid looks so much bigger in the photos. Yes, they look bigger to me, too.

Anyway, I promise to post something soon. I'm catching up on library work and home work and stuff. You know the story.

I also promise to be coherent next time...Okay, maybe I won't promise that. I'll try.

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