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Living Freedom by Claire Wolfe. Musings about personal freedom and finding it within ourselves.

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Archive for the ‘Mind and Spirit’ Category

Claire Wolfe

Monday links

Monday, August 31st, 2015
  • “No Cupcake, there is no right not to be offended.” Nicki does it again.
  • They ripped up their kitchen floor and found a secret code + $50,000. Is that cool or what? Commentariat member Stryder informs me this story is a hoax.
  • Wait. Why would they bust a TSA agent for doing this? Isn’t molesting us their job?
  • Annalee Newitz does a follow-up to her expose on the lack of women at Ashley Madison and concludes that, yes, it was outright fraud by the company.
  • Despite hints of sentencing reform and lightening up of the drug war, prison vendors see continued signs of (groan) a captive market.
  • The Obama administration’s fiat war on contracting is not only a foolish attempt to turn the clock back 40 years; it’s a dangerous business. (H/T MJR)
  • Boy lost in the wilderness uses a survival trick he learned from his dad. Good on you, kid and family.
  • Loooove them lobbyists. A cop lobby has gotten North Dakota to legalize weaponized drones. Will other states soon follow? (But of course, we’re not to worry; only “less than lethal” weapons are allowed and in the hands of those heroes in blue, if we’ve done nothing wrong, we have nothing to worry about, right?) (H/T MJR)

And just for laughs … Mama said there’d be days like this.

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Claire Wolfe

Massive Friday links dump

Friday, August 28th, 2015

This oughta keep you busy for a while. Major hat tip to faithful contributor MJR, who went on a link-hunting tear this week.

  • Um … Yes, Wired, you can do something about Spotify’s weird new anti-privacy policy: don’t use Spotify. And y’know, Spotify’s “clarification” doesn’t help one little bit. It amounts to, “Oh, we’ll never, ever abuse all those bits of your life we’re requiring users to give up to us. Trust us …”
  • Now this is funny. How North Korea is handling shooting range budget cuts.
  • Over at TZP, Nicki and Y.B. write about a pair of killers and their enablers. Y.B.’s “A Traditional Young Man” and Nicki’s “A Shooting in Virginia.” (Please support TZP with your memberships and store purchases!)
  • Taxpayers sue the IRS for allowing hackers to grab their info.
  • Charming. How to age gracefully.
  • The agony of introvert writers in a world where writing has become a social occupation. (H/T JB)
  • And along those same lines: “If you don’t share this immediately the entire world will explode.”
  • Another confirmation that being neurotic leads to being creative.
  • The National Cancer Institute (a .gov operation), finally admits that cannabis can kill cancer cells.
  • It’s not surprising, but so pathetic. Data analysis proves what the hackers claimed and everyone should have suspected: There were almost no women using Ashley Madison.
  • I have an email out to Stewart Rhodes to learn more about this Oath Keepers controversy. Frankly, stopping this march by black gun owners in Ferguson doesn’t sound like something Oath Keepers would do.
  • Forgotten history: In 1863 there was an effort to organize sleeper cells against the tyrant Lincoln for his destruction of the Constitution and operation of a giant (for the times) surveillance network.
  • Cash itself is now a barbarous relic — says the Financial Times, speaking on behalf of governments everywhere.
  • The long, slow death of the rule of law.
  • How the eruption of Mt. Tambora darkened the world but colored the arts.
  • Hysterical. When people were asked to come up with a single word to describe each of three prominent political candidates, the result was singularly unflattering.
  • You may know or have guessed some of this already, but it’s fascinating in any case: How did early explorers, with their primitive means, find small islands amid very big oceans?
  • Awwwwww. Puppy does pushups.
  • Finally, here’s a free ebook download for you from Sparks31 on modern survivalism and communications for III-percenters. I haven’t read this yet, but looks interesting. Donations or other useful actions suggested in exchange.
Claire Wolfe

“Black lives matter” is a great slogan

Monday, August 24th, 2015

I explain over at The Zelman Partisans.

And other writers ask if Jewish lives matter, too.

Claire Wolfe

Just life

Monday, August 17th, 2015

Sometimes it’s so nice just to be. We forget that. Well, I do, anyway.

This weekend was perhaps the nicest of the summer. We’ve been having glorious weather for the most part, but often way too hot. A few weeks ago, the southern Oregon coast sweated through several days of 100+ temperatures, and it got to at least 97 here. When it’s that hot it saps you, even when you’re huddled in the shady house with a ceiling fan spinning. I know you folks in the midwest and south have it worse; so no complaints, really.

But this weekend was everything a summer ought to be. Temperatures around 70. Cloudless afternoons after cool, maybe misty, mornings. A little breeze blowing. The kind of weather you don’t even have to think about because it’s precisely what weather ought to be.

In the mornings, I grabbed a pair of loppers, a squeeze-bottle of Off!, and a bucket and picked some lovely fat blackberries while the dogs hung out and ate their share.

At home, after ritual coffee, I trimmed the inside of the front door and started on the next 1/3 of the Infamous Ceiling. This section was originally going to be the fraternal twin of the bit I already did. When I realized how (pardon the pun) over my head I am, I figured it would be more like a half-sibling. Now I’m aiming for third cousin once removed. More drywall; less beadboard.

I do think that old beadboard would make better wainscotting than ceiling. Since finding the amazing Lost Vanity, my thoughts are turning to a nice wainscotted bathroom.

Today I started cleaning up Ye Olde Vanity. It’s coming back to life quickly and well. Some gouges I’ll never gracefully get rid of and one inlay piece is missing, which is beyond my ability to fix. But it’ll be close to its old self. That spare garage-sale sink I had out in the garden shed is going to fit it, of course. An hour of scrubbing the porcelain and scraping old caulk and that was like new.

An hour or two is all I’ve been doing. Just enough to resume steady progress while still doing other things and enjoying what’s left of summer.

No long, sweaty, achy, brain-hurting days of labor. No depression or anxiety* or self-doubt or anger. No being among the walking wounded. Just quietly getting things done, and even doing them reasonably (if far from professionally) well.

Yesterday I ended the day taking a long walk in the woods with furrydoc and her bounding lab mix — like Ava, 10-years-old but still unstoppable. Robbie trotted right along behind us. In June and early July I thought he was at death’s door. He’s rallied remarkably. But even with him doing a little better, we don’t usually walk so long these days, nor does he keep up as well as he did yesterday evening.

But then, he had his girlfriend to impress (he’s got a polite crush on furrydoc’s dog). He did a good job of it, too.

Days of contentment. They may not make for exciting, fiery blogging, but they sure make for good life.

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* Well, there was some anxiety a few days ago when I woke up at 1:00 to Ava rambling randomly about — and shortly realized whe was distressed by a bat swooping around the living room and kitchen. I was eventually able to shoo it out the backdoor and never came in contact with it, but those were some not-happy moments. I know this is the season when juvenile bats, not yet fully possessed of their bat-sense, get into houses. But all the doors and windows were closed. So clearly I still have some structural gaps to fill.

Claire Wolfe

Weekend links

Saturday, August 15th, 2015

And for your amusement:

Klintonerd√§mmerung, aka behind the scenes at Chapaqua. (Tip o’ hat to BW)

And watch a pair of pups grow up. That one on the left really needs a carpet to run on.

Claire Wolfe

Harry Potter and the Secrets of Freedom

Monday, August 10th, 2015

I assume most everybody knows the Harry Potter stories, but if you’ve never read the books or seen the movies, be forewarned that this post contains major spoilers.

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Claire Wolfe

Just Sunday

Sunday, August 9th, 2015

Mid 60s with a gentle breeze. A few horsetails of high cloud in a blazing sky. Going to be ice tea weather in a few hours.

This year’s wild blackberry crop is enormous and right on schedule. The dogs and I enjoy handfuls of sweet berries on our morning walks. I’ve so far done no serious gathering as I don’t have a stove to make jam or syrup (and a hotplate is too tippy). I’ll soon head out with a bucket and grab some berries for the freezer.

The dogs wait patiently for their share. They could easily gather their own from the low vines, and they do when I’m not picking. But the moment I stop to grab a handful they stop, stare, and wait for the meager share I dole out even though they could get more, faster, on their own.

No doubt there’s a message about the effects of the welfare system in there somewhere.

Though the berry harvest is exactly on schedule, the September spider crop has arrived early. I have to be careful when I step out my back door or when walking in places where vegetation presses close on the logging roads. Ick! To get a faceful of spiderweb — or worse yet, a mouthful of spider!

First sign of fall — too soon. What with the conspiracy of minor disasters that kept May and June so unproductive, it seems more as if summer should just be beginning.

I finished that one segment of ceiling Friday (pix later) and am now plunging in to delayed spring cleaning.

Pardon me; I must go tear the kitchen apart.

Claire Wolfe

Quitting the full-time grind

Saturday, August 8th, 2015

Mohit Satyanand talks about how he gave up full-time work and why he highly recommends it.

One might wish he addressed the economic realities more clearly. Or at all. But he waxes lyrical about the delights of doing nothing.

(I can wax lyrical on the subject of creative idleness, too. And no doubt will do so after I’ve finished the ceiling, met my next deadline, caught up on my email, and spent some time contemplating how I’m ever going to get the house foundation repaired and the plumbing replaced.)

Claire Wolfe

So glad to be here

Thursday, July 30th, 2015

This has been one of those weeks when craziness piled 20 tabs high in the browser. It’s one of those weeks it’s especially clear that the world out there is not only rapidly going nuts, but is fragmenting into specialized segments of insanity, all threatening war with each other.

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Claire Wolfe

Midweek links

Wednesday, July 29th, 2015
Claire Wolfe

Don’t have much

Friday, July 24th, 2015

Sorry I don’t have much for you at the moment. Been a weird week. When not feeling inert (probably lack of sleep + gray weather) I’ve been busy beginning or resuming long-delayed spring projects.

Picked up another 75 pounds or so of broken glass and rusted metal from the lot across the street. Scrubbed stale cigarette scuzz out of Old Blue. Am gradually de-nailing, cleaning, and sanding 150 pieces of beadboard for my ceiling project.

It feels good coming to life again.

If I do too much my ankle reminds me to slow back down. And unfortunately the ankle’s idea of “too much” is still way less than the rest of me is ready to handle. (I’m ready to tackle that complicated ceiling; the ankle says it’s not getting on any kurflussed ladder for hours a day.) But we compromise.

My brain and body are full of summer.

Claire Wolfe

Thursday links

Thursday, July 23rd, 2015
 
 


 
 

 
 
 
 
 
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