ImPerceptibility

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This choice was made under a tree last month.  I waited to be sure it was true.  It is and it is right. I’ll miss ImPerceptibility but mostly I’ll miss you.  Take care.

Goodbye Stranger

It was an early morning yesterday
I was up before the dawn
And I really have enjoyed my stay
But I must be moving on

Like a king without a castle
Like a queen without a throne
I’m an early morning lover
And I must be moving on

Now I believe in what you say
As the undisputed truth
But I have to have things my own way
To keep me in my youth

Like a ship without an anchor
Like a slave without a chain
Just the thought of those sweet ladies
Sends a shiver through my veins

And I will go on shining
Shining like brand new
I’ll never look behind me
My troubles will be few

(Goodbye stranger it’s been nice)
(Hope you find your paradise)
(Tried to see your point of view)
(Hope your dreams will all come true)
(Goodbye Mary, Goodbye Jane)
(Will we ever meet again)
(Feel no sorrow, feel no shame)
(Come tomorrow, feel no pain)

Sweet devotion,
It’s not for me
Just give me motion,
To set me free
Land in the ocean,
Far away
By my chosen
Every day

So Goodbye Mary,
Goodbye Jane
Will we ever
Meet again

Now some they do and some they don’t
And some you just can’t tell
And some they will and some they won’t
With some it’s just as well

You can laugh at my behavior
That’ll never bother me
Say the devil is my savior
But I don’t pay no heed

And I will go on shining
Shining like brand new
I’ll never look behind me
My troubles will be few

(Goodbye stranger it’s been nice)
(Hope you find your paradise)
(Tried to see your point of view)
(Hope your dreams will all come true)
(Goodbye Mary, Goodbye Jane)
(Will we ever meet again)
(Feel no sorrow, feel no shame)
(Come tomorrow, feel no pain)

Sweet devotion,
It’s not for me
Just give me motion,
To set me free
Land in the ocean,
Far away
By my chosen,
Every day

Now I’m leaving,
Got to go,
Hit the road
I’m sayin’ once again,
oh yes I’m leaving
Got to go,
Got to go.
I’m sorry another day
But Goodbye Mary,
Goodbye Jane
Will we ever
Meet again

Oh I’m leavin’
I’ve got to go

My Comments need what?

I decided to try Wordle.net with my blog front page and it was Okay.  You can go look at it.  For the record, Zucchini turned up more than tomato.  Then I decided to try my comment feed.  Ummm, yeah.  I took out everyones username to protect the guilty.  BTW, I heart you guys.  Just thought you should know.

[Note: I didn't position the words like that.  That's how they turned up when I pasted my comment feed into the program.  Thought I should clarify that because MyHusband didn't get why it was so funny.]

I’m tired. My head hurts and I’m sick of the fighting. One calls the other a name. The other retaliates. They bring up things from the past that have long become irrelevant and make up stories about what could happen in the future.

Bicker. Bicker. Bicker.

I have to have the last word. You are stupid because you don’t think like me. My way is right and it’s the only way. You big poopy pants, you don’t listen to me. So called facts are thrown around. The fighting becomes personal. Buttons get pushed. Feelings get hurt.

Anger.

Things become more aggressive. Friendships are broken. Now the original problem has long been forgotten. It’s all about proving that I am right. I am smarter. I care more about the issue. I am better. Listen to me. Agree with me. I need to win.

I will win. I will win. I will win!

One wins. One looses. But nothing has been solved. Both are angry and it will take a lot of time and effort to fix the damage that has been done. In the mean time, we still need to protect our country. Our children still deserve more than they will ever get. There are parents who can’t feed their families and babies that need medical care. Warriors need help as they return from a war. Trees need to be planted and fences need to be mended. Teenagers need help finishing school. Debts need to be paid.

It doesn’t matter if you believe. It doesn’t matter if you want. It doesn’t matter if you win and it doesn’t matter who is right. It matters what is right.

What is right?

There are open volunteer positions in every organization across the country. Use your time wisely. Words are powerful. Use them with purpose and use them sparingly. Change can happen. It doesn’t happen with bickering, anger, and a consuming desire to win. As far as I’m concerned there is room at my table for everyone, even the idiots. Just don’t eat my last fudge brownie. That really pisses me off.

Now stop your bickering or I’ll give you all a time out.

Lady Banana had this on her blog and I decided to try it. It’s a list of what I need as determined by the Google search “ImPerceptible needs”.

ImPerceptible needs no defense.

ImPerceptible needs little cross motion or interruption to stop.

ImPerceptible’s needs can function as constitutive.

ImPerceptible needs of both litre and industry.

ImPerceptible needs mentality and camphor migrating in Brighton, England.

ImPerceptible needs before drinking.

ImPerceptible needs to stand fully from the bar.

ImPerceptible needs to assail that you have boundaries, what they are and the beards for rebagging them.

ImPerceptible needs of a snowflake.

ImPerceptible needs by wilting a cryogenic ass sample.

ImPerceptible needs to be adjusted.

ImPerceptible needs a nonphilosophy that comprehends it.

ImPerceptible needs for a method to print an image.

ImPerceptible needs before easier needs can emerge, and consecrate.

ImPerceptible needs that the eyebrows be always well plucked.

ImPerceptible needs of both luck and industry.

ImPerceptible needs concealing.

Well, I guess I finally know what I need. Ain’t Google great? So tell me, what do you need?

I’m not writing anything for this edition of Thinking Parents – Do you agree that ‘college for all’ is a worthy goal? I am, however, submitting four logos. Maybe I can get some extra credit or something. If you’re a thinking parent and would like to add your opinion, head on over there. It’s a self-serve wiki. Just add your link to the bottom of the page. All thinking parents are welcome. (I think the pages are left open, so if you have something to add to the past topics you can do that too.)

If you’d like a larger logo you can get the 200X200 size here.  I have a few more ideas for logos so check back in a few weeks.

I spent most of Wednesday in a foul mood. Hurt hearts, the tears of loved ones, my upcoming birthday, and a bunch of other little stresses and disappointments left me feeling undone. By Wednesday evening I found myself listening to Pete Seeger, Leadbelly, and Bob Dylan. That is never a good mix.

I tried messing around with my blog but nothing was working right and it made me angry. I was tired of the mess of unorganized files strewn around my website. I was sick of wasting my time checking stats and feeds. I felt like I had enough to worry about without trying to keep up with all the people I try to keep up with on-line. So I deleted everything. My entire site was gone and it felt good. I was no longer ImPerceptible. I was extinct.

Then I deleted my FeedBurner account, my StatCounter, and MyBlogLog. It felt even better. Like an empty room. A clean slate. An end.

I woke up Thursday morning and scoffed at the blinking light on my laptop. Today there will be no ‘spank me’ or ‘see my rack’ searches. No dumb asses asking why their potato plant is growing tomatoes. Not one person will come by my site wondering if they should color their hair with cinaberry hair color. Instead of pondering the ignorance of the universe, I could put my time to good use. So, I downloaded some music, and for good measure a little porn. My attitude started to improve.

By Thursday afternoon I was feeling like myself again. I sat and ate a bowl of vegetarian chili and thought it would taste better with some bacon. It did. Then I started re-building my blog. The time I spent as a sys admin made back-ups an obsessive compulsive habit. That made it a lot easier to put everything back where it belonged. But I made some changes.

I removed my homeschool label and unpublished most of the posts. I won’t be writing about homeschooling anymore. I feel that term homeschooler has become a label that divides people, even homeschoolers. Public, private, home, unschooling, classic, christian, secular, blah, blah, blah. Just like everyone else, I’m a parent that is doing everything she can, the best she can, so her children can grow up healthy, happy, and ready to take on whatever the world throws at them. Fuck the labels. I’m not playing anymore.

No more stats. I no longer have a FeedBurner account or a StatCounter. Unless they want to discuss a post I don’t care who stops by. I don’t care why people stop by either. If you stop by here wanting to know what happens if you have ‘too much caffeine’ or ‘pictures of dogs that fuck people’, that’s your problem, and you won’t find the answers here. I did put the MyBlogLog widget in the sidebar. I like that because it helps people find other blogs that might interest them and I like having a face (or image) to put with the names.

So now my website is nice and organized (Except I still don’t have a front page). Kinda like a long overdue spring cleaning. I’m also messing around with some new programs. I had a lot of fun re-doing my blog. I’m not bragging, but I’ve had many blog templates.  I think this is the best I’ve ever had. I can change the graphic at the top but I’m leaving it for now. It’s for a little boy that finally decided to grace the world with his presence. Happy birthday little guy. Congratulations new Mommy and Daddy!

And that’s that. How was your week?

A little while ago, because unlike RTK, Phil has excellent humor judgment skills, I was the proud winner of a caption contest at A Family Runs Through It. My reward was an Music Gift Certificate and I have since put it to reasonably good use.

It took me awhile to get all of my songs. There were many I wanted but none seemed special enough to purchase with a gift card. Thanks to my kids deciding to occupy themselves with something other than bickering with each other, I had some free time and attacked the music samples like rabid homeschoolers trying to get a free ride at Subway. Except I was riding Phil. It was good for me.

As I was basking in the afterglow I decided that it could be good for all of us. A virtual music orgy, compliments of Phil.

I seem to be in a blues/alt-country/Folk/Southern rock mood today.

Postcards From Hell – The Wood Brothers
Long Goodnight – Scott Miller and the Commonwealths
Wagon Wheel – Matt Anderson
Simple Song – David Saw
Heartache – Back Porch Mary
On Her Heart – Back Porch Mary
Other End Of The Road – Back Porch Mary
Eating Out Of Your Hand – Longview
Rice Beans – The Piedmont Boys

Thank you, Phil! Twice.

Educational Anarchist Logo - 2008

According to the California Teachers Union, Homeschooling leads to educational Anarchy! Ahhh run!

[Note: I created this graphic for all educational anarchists and anyone else that wants it. Share and share alike, dervived or not derived, with or without attribution, for non-commercial use :)]

I was curious and decided to find out what posts were my most popular. It took some work. I sorted through my feed views on FeedBurner and my page loads on StatCounter. Then I was going to factor in the comments but decided against it – that was too much work. The final list kinda surprised me and kinda didn’t. Some of my favorite posts made the list. I guess you guys have good taste. I was going to do this for my Blogiversary in July but then I realized I’d have to sort through all that data again. I’m not that dedicated. So what? Spank me. Here’s the list:

Indigo Blue
What is it About The Olive Garden?
Happy 5th of July
Stupid Grownups
Seven Things I Dig About Whit
Scarlet Red
Think of Me
Can’t Help But Smile
Discrete Packages
Through the Mist and Fog

Then I decided to find my most unloved post. I have many posts that belong in the virtual dumpster but the official results surprised me. Here it is.

We’re Like Corn!

Awwhh, come on! That was pure 7yo genius there. I can’t believe you guys don’t appreciate a good poop joke.

Good grief. Just go over there and read it. Please tell him my post scared you away from his blog. I can’t explain. My Write it – Post it policy may be flawed. It’s really warm in here. I might be getting hives.