Category Archives: Future Plans

My inspirations, missions, goals and future plans.

Departures

Daily Life, Future Plans, mur, Quick Thoughts

Dropping someone off at the airport is probably the best way to feel at home in a city. After a week of fun imported directly from Memphis, I’m on my own again. Except now it doesn’t feel as strange. I have claimed little parts of Seattle as my own and spending time with someone not living here accentuates the progress I’ve made. Granted some of the locals aren’t sold on my place in the city but fortunately most of them live north of me.

I took a side trip east this afternoon. A friend offered free laundry and I jumped at the chance. One month has passed and I’m still unemployed. My stress level is mounting and only yoga can save me now. Next week is all about finding a good spot to take class. I have a few options but there’s a 3 week Iyengar intensive on sale for only $99 – that seems too good to pass up. It’ll justify the bus pass I paid for too.

My Leaf Collection

Art, Daily Life, Future Plans, mur, Reasons for Things

My interest in marijuana predates wanting to living Seattle. Now that I’m here, apparently I should work in the industry.  I have years of experience selling weed, just not in a storefront.  My confidence in the product is based on an unshakable foundation – I’m a living expert that’s just scientific enough to differentiate objectively.  I have a story for every strain I’ve tried and genuine interest in helping people find the type of THC that works for them.  The options for pot consumption are so broad there’s almost literally something for everyone.

During my drive west there was a point when my drug stash became a cannabis collection.  Two huge jars full of baggies gathered from over 2 years of various trains making their way into the midSouth.  Some of those bags are completely stale and won’t smoke for shit but the memory is strong enough for me to preserve the actual plant matter.  Vacuum packing weed strains and keeping them fresh like bottled wine is right around the corner.  I already know that like any other crop, marijuana can have different yields from different cultivation and the difference matters.  I want to curate a collection that’s preserved like jarred fruits so I can enjoy these varieties for years to come.

 

From the Dugout

Daily Life, Future Plans, Large Events, mur, Quick Thoughts, Rants

I’m technically a smoker.  However, I detest cigarettes.  A few times a day I excuse myself, step outside and take a couple hits off my bat. Just one inhale, sometimes two out of a small pipe that resembles a cigarette.  A wafting smell of something that’s not tobacco and I step back inside.  Usually this is 25 feet away from an entrance or on mostly private property but sometimes I’m just walking down the street.  No one notices or cares.  Just another smoker on the street.  When I pull out a blown glass pipe in the same situation, the entire tone changes.  Stares, whispers, attention.

The paraphernalia carries a connotation – you know, the doing drugs kind.  I transform from a smoker into a junkie.  Okay, not quite as extreme as that but what if I change the venue to a public park?  The movement for medical marijuana has foundations in children’s medicine while smoking pot next to a playground is illegal?  Marijuana is supposed to be available to anyone 21+ and yet holistic medicinal applications are forgotten in the gleeful rush of recreational use.

I understand the desire to protect children from scenes of unfettered drug use and debauchery but that’s not the situation we’re talking about.  The difference is in the user, not the substance.  I choose to smoke because that’s what works for me.  All I ask is the freedom to inhale with the same impunity as cigarette smokers.  That’s what I already do with my stealth method.  I’d rather be able to use a pipe because it’s easier on my throat.  That shouldn’t be too much for the general public to swallow.

Twitter Anxiety

Art, Daily Life, Future Plans, Games, mur, Reasons for Things

I don’t understand the language of Tweet quite yet. I got a Twitter a few months ago for the same reason I got a Facebook a few years ago – it’s just part of being a part of the digital world. I really appreciate my past self for her foresight. After my livejournal debacle in 2003, I recognize the value of keeping quiet. There little online evidence of what I’ve done with the first part of my life and thankfully I don’t remember a lot of it.

I’m listening to an interview with Robert Khoo and I want people that like things I like to hear it. And I’m a total fan-girl. So you tweet that, right? Do I tag the man himself or is that presumptuous? My upbringing makes me extra sensitive to things like etiquette so I’m totally overthinking things. Still, there will one day be standards taught to BBA graduates on how and when to use meta conversations. Maybe I’ll write the book.

The literary equivalent of art directing is called editor. Rookie writers are great at producing too much. After you get a surplus of ideas the most valuable perspective is what to keep. In some ways, detachment from my inner artist makes me the best critic. I might be blossoming into the perfect Human Resources manager. I just hope I don’t starve to death before then.

Smoking Pot

Daily Life, First Impressions, Future Plans, mur, Rants

I had a job interview today.  It went like all the other job interviews I’ve ever had.  Smile, make a good impression, get offered the job. Difference this time is I didn’t use a stage whisper when I asked about the drug test.  After all, weed is legal here so I don’t have to lie about using it.  I was very clear when asking if that was going to be a problem.  I don’t consider it a problem no matter their response. Continue reading Smoking Pot →

Dating

Art, Future Plans, mur, Quick Thoughts

In this strange world of open relationships and unlimited spots for first dates, I can lose focus on lessons I’ve already learned.  It’s easy to get swept away in the thrill of romance and promise of support. In less than three weeks, dating went from fun to overwhelming.  Each action I chose seemed to steer me farther from my confidence.  It’s like my wires were crossed and I kept mistaking flattery for friendship.  So yesterday I went out with an honest-to-gawd friend.

A rarity on in general, I located a local person who knew me before all this change made me shiny and new.  That alone is a treasure.  But this is someone from my past that I actually LIKE.  That’s almost unheard of.  I spent the whole day with someone that doesn’t judge anything about me and it was refreshing.  Like a cool breeze in a desert full of strangers I rediscovered my joy at how far I’ve come.  Nothing better than a surprise witness to shock the system.

I go forward with a more solid sense of self.  I’m not sure what “dating” is these days.  I want to explore the idea because meeting new people is fun.  I’ve been watching this dance for many years now and I know the red flags.  I’m a strong, proud woman with a little girl inside that’s far, far away from home.  In a way…  I’m still shocked they allow me into the state, let alone fraternizing with the natives.

Conditioned Air

Daily Life, Future Plans, mur, Quick Thoughts, Random, Yoga

The biggest luxury of my new apartment is the air conditioning.  Not the fancy compressor kind. Seattle itself is a swamp cooler, especially on the underground side.  All I brought is the fan.  The whole apartment is a breezy 62° at all times.  Having an entire separate room to sleep in – lap of luxury that I’m in – allows me to keep a permanently warm 75° den for just my bed, my clothes and my cats.  It’s an interesting environmental duality.  Gives me endless choices when it comes to yoga.  Continue reading Conditioned Air →

Political Fiction

Art, Daily Life, First Impressions, Future Plans, Reasons for Things

I spent so much of my life representing an unheard voice in American politics I’ve almost forgotten which stance I used to take.  Continue reading Political Fiction →

Sitting Pretty

Daily Life, Future Plans, mur, Quick Thoughts

Today I have constructed a desk and chair. Simple tasks that changed the entire landscape of my home. For the first time in over a year I’m sitting at a desk typing on a keyboard. A posture that’s the bane of office workers across American translates into a coveted work space for me. This is the desk where I will be a writer.

But first, I must assemble my bed frame. If I don’t give my cat something to hide under soon she might die of exposure. Such is the way with cats.