Incomplete, joyfully haphazard, but hopefully entertaining or enlightening. British Columbia-based, currently in unceded Coast Salish Territory, genderqueering wrench-pulling person of interest (whatever that means).
I post about industrial stuff and somtimes activism stuff and lots of feelings and nonfeelings and observations and poetic mashes and whatnot. Mostly whatnot.
Agh, I am frustrated with Open Office right now. It has trouble translating formatting like page numbers and footnotes into .doc format. But I need my papers in .doc form so that I can send them to the people that I’m sending stuff to.
Every time I read through and edit my essay, the pages are scored all over with red marks. On the one hand it’s really satisfying - like yeah, I’m making this better, it’s gonna be tight. On the other hand it’s like “AHHHH THIS WILL NEVER BE GOOD ENOUGH.”
Other thought: my cousin, whose room I’m staying in, has a big drafting table right by the door, and I walk into it almost every time I enter or leave the room. Result: matching and compounding bruises on my lower thighs. Ouch.
