{"id":426,"date":"2005-04-30T23:00:00","date_gmt":"2005-05-01T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/default.asp?n=381"},"modified":"2005-04-30T23:00:00","modified_gmt":"2005-05-01T06:00:00","slug":"but-upside-down-hes-perfectly-balanced","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/?p=426","title":{"rendered":"but upside down he&#8217;s perfectly balanced."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>So ok.<\/p>\n<p \/>I haven&#8217;t been writing a lot here lately. I&#8217;ve been depressed. When I&#8217;m feeling that way, I don&#8217;t like doing this much. I don&#8217;t like people knowing, really. And there are two other big reasons:<\/p>\n<p \/>I don&#8217;t have a diary. This is it. So when I look back through my history, I don&#8217;t like remembering the bad times. Perhaps that&#8217;s completely juvenile, but it&#8217;s true. I like having an awareness that things were bad sometimes and that we all survived. I don&#8217;t like reveling in sadness.<\/p>\n<p \/>The other reason is something I&#8217;d never have expected, but here it is &#8211; you intimidate me. There are so damn many of you reading on such a regular basis. It freaks me out sometimes. I feel like I&#8217;ll let you down in some way. I know that&#8217;s fucking weird. Anyway. To deal with that, I&#8217;ve had to remind myself of my focus: this is my journal. It&#8217;s that simple.<\/p>\n<p \/>I&#8217;d make a really shitty contestant on a reality show, obviously.<\/p>\n<p \/>So I&#8217;m working on a lot of things and I know that everything that happens is to help us learn and improve.<\/p>\n<p \/>Today, in the very few minutes the sun came out, I took a bunch of pictures of stuff that I like a lot in my little home. I&#8217;ll intersperse some notes just to force you to keep scrolling through the too-big photos.<\/p>\n<p \/>\n<div align=center><img src='http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/images\/mayday1.jpg'><\/div>\n<p \/><i>New pictures and ivy. The one corner of my apartment that doesn&#8217;t get much sun needed a plant, too. It took me like 2 hours to pick out a pot for it. You may be surprised to find out I&#8217;m really picky. Ha.<\/p>\n<p \/>I&#8217;ve had three people ask recently if the giant pocketknife works. It does! I mean, in the sense it opens and closes, not that I&#8217;ve been able to use it to hold up a 7-11.<\/i><\/p>\n<p \/>I&#8217;m taking a tarot class. It&#8217;s really hysterical. I mean, I&#8217;m interested in it in a wary way (I didn&#8217;t used to believe in ghosts or astrology until I saw them in action, either), but I think it&#8217;ll be pretty awesome. Our teacher is a professional psychic. Whenever she says she can&#8217;t remember or doesn&#8217;t know something, I think, &#8216;she&#8217;s a PSYCHIC!&#8217; Also, I sit there wondering if she can sense the fact I think she&#8217;s a little whacked, but I still like her a ton. I hope she focuses on the last part.<\/p>\n<p \/>\n<div align=center><img src='http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/images\/mayday2.jpg'><\/div>\n<p \/><i>I got this print a long time ago and haven&#8217;t put it up because I don&#8217;t have a frame. Then I realized that white panel on the back of my door was a good enough frame as any.<\/p>\n<p \/>I love this. It&#8217;s very Russian-Constructivist. I wrote so many papers on that topic in school.<\/i><\/p>\n<p \/>IAIDO: THE ART OF THE SWORD. Starts Tuesday. I&#8217;m starting meditation at this mindfulness center later in May. I picked it because they have a Sanskrit class. Oh, I liked their meditation classes too. Right.<\/p>\n<p \/>\n<div align=center><img src='http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/images\/mayday3.jpg'><\/div>\n<p \/><i>My new windowboxes. It&#8217;s still too cold at night to put them out. I planted morning glories in there, too, so hopefully those will go vining all over the building and make the neighbors happy.<\/i><\/p>\n<p \/>I was very flattered to be interviewed by a New York Times journalist for his new book. The thing I like is it&#8217;s not a book about the web. Proof that the internet has extended into regular daily life.<\/p>\n<p \/>\n<div align=center><img src='http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/images\/mayday4.jpg'><\/div>\n<p \/><i>The bulbs are done, so this has been reborn as an herb planter. I probably won&#8217;t use the herbs so much as I like how they look.<\/i><\/p>\n<p \/>Scotty and I found the perfect dining room set for me and now I can&#8217;t stop thinking about it. However, I will wait til other things are taken care of.<\/p>\n<p \/>\n<div align=center><img src='http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/images\/mayday5.jpg'><\/div>\n<p \/><i>I got real, living orchids. I hope I can water them correctly.<\/i><\/p>\n<p \/>The flames sweater should be done today. Pictures forthcoming. It&#8217;s my best work yet.<\/p>\n<p \/>\n<div align=center><img src='http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/images\/mayday6.jpg'><\/div>\n<p \/><i>Not long til this place is a jungle.<\/i><\/p>\n<p \/>I&#8217;m sorry I haven&#8217;t been emailing. You&#8217;ll hear from me soon.<\/p>\n<p \/>\n<div align=center><img src='http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/images\/mayday7.jpg'><\/div>\n<p \/>My house sold.<\/p>\n<p \/>Happy May Day, workers of the world.<br \/>Jenni<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So ok. I haven&#8217;t been writing a lot here lately. I&#8217;ve been depressed. 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