In medias res

A los doce años, aprendí a tocar la guitarra. Mi papá sabia tocar, más o menos, pero lo que el sabía pronto aprendí. Usaba la guitarra de el, pero después me compraron una, una guitarra clásica Yamaha. Hasta los 18 años, tocaba mínimo dos horas diarias, sin haber tenido lección cualquiera.
My musical ability tends more [...]

I’ve been paying some visits to inbound links and saying really…stress relieving…things to the forced-birth nutcases who tried to exploit my entries about having an abortion. An interesting thing has happened. Outside of a few people who probably also believe the earth is flat, many of the anti-choice links have come down. Presumably they [...]

Just realized that I can, after several drinks, still throw empty beer receptacles into the recycling bin across the garage, from the door, in the dark.

I’ve been archiving music for the county library for some time, just in case, you know, all of the branches burn down simultaneously and their CD collection is lost. After months and months, Feist’s The Reminder finally became available, so I’m listening and archiving right now.
I had dinner with Amber tonight, and since we hadn’t [...]

If you’re a writer or long-time blogger like me, writing is likely part of the way you process your experiences and identify how you think about the world. It was a no-brainer for me to write about having had an abortion as a way of working through it, and I did so both in a [...]

Today’s the one-month mark from when I had the medical abortion. My check-up at Planned Parenthood yesterday gave me a clean bill of health. No pain, no infection, everything is as it should be in terms of pH and healthy bacteria…I say this because I know everyone’s interest in my vagina lags only slightly behind [...]

I have my one-month follow-up visit at Planned Parenthood this morning. The $430 cost of the medical abortion included all the visits for a month and diagnostic testing and lab work as well as the medications they dispensed on-site–antibiotics and anti-nausea patches and, yum, suppositories. I think it was a pretty good deal, given that [...]

The difficulty sleeping persists, and while it seems to correlate strongly to my work, I wonder if it has anything to do with the abortion and the stress around that and being crucified on teh internets. Too much lurking around the anon askmefi, maybe.
The pill I’m using now is microgestin, a high-progestin, low-estrogen option after [...]

My job, that is. I feel like I really have given it a better shot than was merited, but I’m now at a stage of stress that’s bad enough that I can’t sleep. It’s hard to believe that it was July last year when Crazy Ass Coworker said he wanted to bring a gun [...]

I’m impressed with myself, I think. That’s quite a lot of allusion for a drunk person. Anyway, good news! The bar right down the street is now non-smoking, so we went last night and managed to hit both happy hours. Without leaving in the middle. I doubt that will happen again, but we’ve gotta support [...]