Showing posts with label news. Show all posts
Showing posts with label news. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Returning After So, So Long.

Let's skip all the formalities about how I haven't written in this journal for a very long time. A lot has happened, so let's get straight to summary.

I've been living in Asheville again for three years now. David and I broke up last year and will be finalizing our divorce soon. It was complicated for a while, but now it's not.

I finally quit smoking.

I am now almost eleven weeks pregnant with my boyfriend Andor's child. How and why we decided to have a baby is another story entirely. It's weird news to tell anyone who knows me well since I had NEVER wanted children before I met him. Anyway, we're prepping for this next adventure a little bit every day.



What made me think about returning to writing here is the fact that I am headed to Philadelphia next weekend for a very unique sort of...um...vacation. I expect to have photos and stories to share from my experiences at the Occupy convention, where Clan Destiny Circus will be performing on the street and campaigning for the Circus Party.

I am psyched.

I was going to post a bunch of photos of things I've been up to, but Blogger fucked up my formatting and I am so frustrated I can't really deal with it again. I'll be back soon.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

To Begin Again?

I am toying with the idea of starting back up with this blog. But I am afraid. That is all.

Friday, November 5, 2010

The Big Quit

I am writing on the fourth full day of my quit. Yep, that's right, I've quit smoking. I think that I knew that it would happen this way; thus, I've never bothered to really try to quit before the precise moment when it happened.

Most smokers have had the occasional experience of looking down at the stinking little death-stick in our fingers and felt a sense of bizarre alienation from the act, wondering how the hell it came to be that these stupid little things run our lives and boss us around all day as they slowly kill us. It has happened to me many, many times, but I've always managed to eventually shrug and decide that now is not the time to deal with it. Just take another drag and be done with that little flight of fancy, I said to myself, because you can't quit.

And then Monday night, with no warning, I suddenly knew with objective and detached certainty that the cigarette in my hand as I drove home from work was the last one. I only enjoyed it as much as any other cigarette. I looked at it a bit. Rolled it around in my fingers, slowing down time, giving myself the opportunity to withdraw the motion. But it never passed. I waited a few more hours, and at the end I was still certain. So I calmly handed my cigarettes over to David and told him to do something with them because I am done.

I'm done. For today. And the next day. And the next day...

The AA approach--"I will always be an addict"--is actually proving to be helpful. The whole one day at a time method is also working. There are a few other tricks I'm developing to help ease the process too, such as vividly imagining the nicotine monster as this nasty little asshole that whispers horrible things in my ear, since I then have the option of ignoring it after telling it to fuck the fuck off.

Nighttime is terrible. Everything has turned upside down; I used to hate mornings and look forward to the hours after dark, and now I loathe the dark. It surrounds me with restless boredom, fills me with nervous irritation, and explodes in angry, frothing shrieks of self-loathing that almost reach my throat. I hope that I don't decide to start blogging on a particularly horrible evening, but if something really snaky and cruel appears for a day, please know that it's the little monster talking. Maybe I'll leave it up so I can remember what a little bitch it is.

More to come later.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

What's Up With Figwasp These Days?

Hi. How are ya? It's been a while. I've been busy with all sorts of living and learning and growing to arrive back here to try to summarize. I plan on trying to post more here in the future, especially since there's a bit more excitement going on in my life lately, and a lot more creative endeavors. Here's a short list of what comes to mind to relate about the past months:

I'm coming up on my first wedding anniversary. This year in love has zipped right on by.

Over the summer, we moved back to Asheville. I was withering over there in Greensboro. Everything makes a lot more sense again now. Life is no longer on hold.

I am now teaching at the local community college, which is very satisfying and fulfilling for me. Thanks to my mother-in-law, I had a shoe in for that job, making me a very lucky girl in this economic climate. At least, lucky in one way.

Unfortunately, it's looking like one of the facts of my life is to be in a large amount of debt from the scholarship I went to college on. They don't care what the reason is for me not teaching in a K-12 public school, and they're coming to collect. Nevertheless, I have thought about this a lot and realized that I will just have to accept it for what it is: the result of a choice that I can't regret. I was so unhappy being away from Asheville, but now I love my life, we have an adorable little house that allows D and I both to do everything we want to do--i.e. he's setting up a recording studio downstairs, and I am setting up a martial arts training space--and I am near most of the people I care about. We are quickly building a life here, and it turns out that I really prefer teaching at the post-secondary level. There's no going back, so there's no use thinking too much anymore about what life without debt would be like. ...So, that's a rather personal situational detail. I'll spare you any more.

One other very, very important thing that has happened is that I have become passionately involved in the study of Tae Kwon Do. I suppose it has been in the works for quite some time for me to find some activity that can completely absorb me, and that combines physical, spiritual, and psychological benefits. Well, I've found it. Boy have I. It's almost frightening how much of my mental space it occupies each day. Since I found it, I've been treating it rather like my life raft, my link to fulfillment. I know, I know: danger, Will Robinson. I know. It may have a touch of pathology in it, but what doesn't? Especially when it comes to things that constitute our personal means of self-expression, the compulsive urge to obsessively learn learn learn practice practice practice create create create rarely comes from a completely quiet and sane mind. Thus, I am somewhat insanely involved in martial arts right now.

On a related topic, I'm currently writing a grant (on a volunteer basis) to create scholarships for underprivileged and at-risk kids to come to our Tae Kwon Do school. I know nothing about grant writing, but I'm determined to make it happen. Our school, Asheville Sun Soo, is truly an exceptionally good one, with a strong, intelligent leader whose integrity I wholly believe in. A scholarship program is long overdue for such an amazing program.

Another little project I'm working on is the the Art House Co-op Sketchbook Project. This is such a neat idea, and it's given me an excuse to start making art again. I hardly remembered what it was like to have an inspired idea for a composition and then carry it out on paper. It's a shame that it took this long because for my entire childhood and adolescence, making art was a daily part of life and a very familiar friend. I should just be glad that art and I are again on speaking terms, I suppose. It feels great.

Life is not all rainbows and puppies, but it's certainly a hell of a lot better than it was a few months ago, and always getting better. I hope to be posting a lot more of the fruits of my labor here. That is, if I can stand to be distracted from doing it for long enough to report about it. Ciao!

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Been a Long Time Gone

Since D and I got hitched, we've been rather busy with all sorts of projects. We've gotten a new dog, a new camera, and a new five-year plan. In fact, after our belated wedding reception this weekend, we're headed back to Asheville for good! Yippee! Anyhow, here I am again, and at first I plan to try to post lots more of my backlogged photography, and then who knows what.

<3 Figwasp

Friday, November 6, 2009

A New Blog for a New Legal Status

I haven't posted here in a really long time, I know. Things got a little too lively for much blogging after the engagement and all. We're already going to be legally married by next weekend!

Anyhow, if you're a friend or family member, or just a voyeuristic stranger, check out the new blog that I started in order to try to keep in touch with people about our upcoming events:

http://davidandallisoninfo.blogspot.com/

I will return when there is time. Ciao!

--Soon to be Mrs. Wasp

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Upcoming Shows in Greensboro

You know, I am really bitter about how nobody seems to be able to get it the fuck together to start a comprehensive calendar list of shows and other happenings here. It's depressing, really. I have heard people talk about doing it, and I've talked about doing it, but I'm just not sure how to get started making the connections. I always hear about things after they happen, because I happen to be a little too much of a homebody to stay up-to-date on all the fliers that pass over the windows of College Hill...and wherever else people put them. I just like to go to shows and want to know when and where they're happening. I would be happy to do it myself. Tips, anyone?

HEAR YE, HEAR YE.

Tomorrow night, September 11th (Um, never forget? Woo hoo Firefighters? Freedom? Patriot Act?) at CFBGs... I will be playing bicycle with We Rock Collective, the wacky improvisers. I am listening to them practice--not sure if that's the right word--their other pieces right now, and it sounds...well, crazy. Come on out.

Also playing is Rocket Science, made up of Adam Sunshine and David's little, tiny, baby brother Andy. That's Andy down below. I wish I could tell whether Adam is as brilliant a songwriter as I suspect he may be, but I can't hear what the hell that mushmouth is saying. Adam, if you're reading this, WRITE IT DOWN! (Please.) I'll also be hearing Andy's songs for the first time.

Hooray for Max and for his venue. Do check out the website too because apparently, the proprietor of CFBGs is also running for city council. Hm. Anyhow, we like the space there. Brownbagging is allowed, which means, among other things, that punks can get drunk.

All told, it may be a very short show with very few people there. Such is the nature of innovation in a town with very little space for that sort of thing. Well, I guess there is plenty of space. Wide open, empty space. Crickets, chirping birds, cicadas, and all that.

Be there around 9.

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HEAR YE AGAIN.

Saturday, September 26th, 8:30 pm at CFBGs:

Ahleuchatistas
Ezsett
Pilots
and We Rock Collective

...Holy crap.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Re-vision Explained/Disclaimer

I haven't posted here in a long time, mostly because I could never figure out a unifying concept for this space, and I got discouraged along the way somewhere. Life has changed in significant ways since I tried blogging the first time, and it is bound to change a lot more. I have had a major move, a trip to Central America, an extended period of poverty, and a career shift since then, not to mention falling in love. But I think it is time to come back and try again. I have deleted a few things and changed the domain name.

This time, I intend to embrace miscellany. For example, the 'quit smoking' thread will appear alongside any other posts, but it is the expression of a separate writing goal. I may often want to use this space the way many do, as a list of stuff I like on the web. Sometimes it may be recipes or songs or relics from different projects (David and I have been very industrious little creatrons lately). I would also be interested in any participation, collaboration, or tag-team blogging that anyone may fancy, so do send me a message if you have ideas.

I also would like to be less shy about writing things I am scared the wrong people may read. Furthermore, people who touch the lives of chronic writers must understand that they may at some point be written about, and I must keep in mind that no one ever likes what anyone has written about them and say to hell with it. Maybe we could all stand to be a bit more honest with each other. Besides, it's not as if I won't give readers plenty of opportunities to judge me, if they choose. I can commit to be at least as harsh with myself as I am with anyone else.

Another issue entirely is the fact that I am a teacher, and anything I say could result in public crucifixion. There is a long cultural history in our country of holding teachers to puritanical standards of conventional morality. It doesn't help matters, I'm sure, that I happen to be an unshaven anarcha-feminist who enjoys her sexuality and thinks that the word 'fuck' is one of the most useful terms in our language. So, if any of my students have ended up here, enjoy it at your own risk, and try to have a bit of perspective. Keep in mind that freedom of speech is a delicate abstraction that we have to actively defend and exercise, and that I am a real person with a home and a life and some not-so-tidy thoughts, just like you.

It's great to be back. Fall should be very interesting this year.

Ciao,
A. C.