Self-plagiarism and self-denial. (Please donate!)

(Copying my own post from the Book of Face is probably the height of laziness, but eh, it’s guide week.)

Hey kids, I’m participating in the Live Below the Line challenge to raise money for Make Poverty History.

From April 28 to May 2, I will be living on $1.75/day. Why that amount? Well…

‘The campaign helps participants better understand the lack of choice and opportunity faced by people living in extreme poverty. 1.2 billion people around the world live in extreme poverty, meaning that they live on the equivalent of what you can buy in Canada for $1.75 a day every day.’

Yes yes, it is not the same as being in extreme poverty in the developing world, but it will still be a challenge. And I will be hangry all week (coffee will not be in the budget either), so beware.

I would be delighted if you could donate to the cause. If are able to do so, follow the link.

Thank you!

The link.

Arrested Development.

Aged 36, I am pondering a new career. I’m not even really ready to talk about it, even though it’s been percolating for years, but I’m dipping my toe into an entirely new field over the next few months to see if it maybe possibly could be a good fit. My heart is weighty with trepidation about possibilities (of both success and disastrous failure).

And it’s not knitting full-time.

Although…I have been pondering Etsy (or similar) to sell some knitted pieces. Is it worth it if you are not selling in volume? I have a lot of unfinished projects, to be fair, but I also sometimes just knit a hat over a couple of evenings for no reason other than fidgetiness and I could turn rewatching Michael and Maeby singing ‘Afternoon Delight’ for the 87th time into a bit of pocket money, that’d be good, right?

=/= Westerosi meteorology.

I was finally able to get my bike out on Sunday. I only went as far as a coffeeshop ten minutes away, but it felt so fucking FREEING not to be at the mercy of public transit and/or traffic to get somewhere that I didn’t care.

I did my first official 2014 bike commute yesterday and despite not zipping/sealing the leg holes of my splashpants (I am very cool, guys) properly and soaking the bottoms of my jeans (papertowel-stuffed cuffs are very, very cool, guys), I was in such a phenomenally better mood than I had been recently that it was borderline ridiculous.
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Transitions.

(Holidailies #15(?))
Been feeling glum most of this week. Or stressed. Or both. I have neither parents, nor a spouse-type, nor children (nor, for that matter, many children in my life), so I am feeling awfully sorry for myself this week. I only made the announcement (on FB even) that we were, in fact, hosting an Orphanarium Open House on Christmas Day this year at about 2:30am today.

Turnout will be abysmal; even the few regulars are largely out of town this year. But I needed to do something with the day, and as I’m going to be sitting around eating and drinking anyway, I might as well invite some people too, right? Continue reading