Odds and Ends...because I'm bored and antsy

[shadowkat]

Well finished *power* cleaning most of the apartment for mother's arrival/visit this Thurs through next Wed. Also spent a little time preparing for informational interview with an Asst. HR. Director tomorrow - hoping this will lead to more networking contacts and (fingers crossed) a job.

Have some posts that are available to the public now at www.teaattheford.com. Go read them if you wish. Macha also has a lovely review of 5.15 up.
Also two more fan-fiction sites requested my essays, which made me oddly happy tonight. I think I have essays on assorted fan sites regarding just about every character or relationship I've written on. Was very flattered. It's nice to know, somehow, that people enjoy my work - particularly at this point in my life where I wonder what the heck I'm doing here and if there's a point. It's a small thing. I know. But it makes me smile.

Speaking of the whole metaphysical thing, ie. what the heck I'm doing here, I was half-watching a rerun of The Simpsons the other day, the episode where Bart is worried he's lost his soul. Lisa, his sister, says a wonderful line towards the end of the episode:"You know, Bart, there are a few philosophers out there who believe we aren't born with souls, but we earn them over time...as you did with your prayers, your suffering, your attempts to help others. I'm proud of you Bart." This being the Simpsons, Bart ignores her and decides to eat the piece of paper he thinks is his soul and reverts to the old Bart.
Even with the undercut - I think I like this notion...the idea of earning your soul, learning the difference between right and wrong through experience as opposed to the view that we are born with it - something I don't believe is true and have seen plenty of evidence to the contrary.

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[arethusa2.livejournal.com]

Being quoted isn't a small thing at all. I call it "basking in the warm glow of quotage," lol. I was delighted when I saw quotes of mine at the Ford and they were just little posts. I'm absurdly pleased when Masq quotes from one of my posts. They made me very happy, because, really, how much validation do we get out of life, especially for the important things like our intelligence and imagination and writing talent? Little or none, especially for this housewife. So we write and post and hope people read and like our work, and are happy when they do.

Nearly everyone I know, including people who have studied literature, philosophy and religion and would enjoy our discussions, think it's embarrasing to discuss a tv show, especially as a fan of fantasy and science fiction. I'm reading Sharyn McCrumb's Zombies of the Gene Pool, sequel to Bimbos of the Death Sun, which are fairly devestating satires of science fiction fandom. They consider themselves clever because they get the in-jokes, write each other and start feuds by gossiping about each other, and have long pointless arguments about the ethics of time travel. The main female character wears medieval clothing on special occasions and has many cats. There's some affection too, for (mostly) intelligent people who have created a life they enjoy. But it is a little too much like watching Andrew on BtVS--too close to home.

So I'm torn, between feeling silly and that I'm wasting my time, and my real feelings, which are that I'm doing something I love and which has made me a better person. Which isn't a small thing at all.