tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88127399374817250492012-02-16T20:25:12.978ZA voyage into my thoughts, daily happenings, and randomata.Inked Eskimonoreply@blogger.comBlogger501100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812739937481725049.post-75461969667291767072011-06-25T13:14:00.001+01:002011-07-01T21:39:04.648+01:00

Sit tight! You should be redirected to my new blog address!  I decided to take a leap from Blogger to Wordpress, so I've transferred all my posts, comments, and everything in the future will come from my new address at inkedeskimo.wordpress.com so please change your RSS feeds, subscriptions, etc. I've posted a new blog to tempt you over! Go check it out :0) x photo borrowed from http://

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As modelled  by my gentle, if sniffly, husband. Keeps pollen out and sneezes in!

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...you've got me wrapped around your little finger.

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So the hubster and I are presently retraining ourselves in the way we eat- how to do so more healthily, particularly now that we've gone vegetarian, and still enjoy life. We've been eating better, monitoring calories, fat, carbs and protein for two weeks now and exercising regularly. It's always nice to have a partner in crime in such scenarios. Food-wise our lovely flatmate has joined us in much

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Recently I've found inspiration from the strangest of places. My only brush with these creatures in real life has been in the dreaded appearance of mounds of dirt in my parent's garden while I was growing up. Caddyshack famously expressed most people's loathing for these little furry beasts when the character Carl Spackler said, "In the immortal words of Jean Paul Sartre, 'Au revoir, gopher'" as

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WHEW! It has been a long while! Frankly I haven't had much to say (believe it or not), at least not publicly so rather than bore you with my tiresome drawl I've kept things quiet. I've got a fantastic story to share now though! As you may know, yesterday was the loathed/loved celebration of Valentine's Day. I'm not overly keen on it myself but I married a romantic guy who likes it, so I do

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Walking to work this morning, the sky was a great s t r e t c h of cloudless blue. Yet the sidewalk below was a drab gray, dark and cold.  I knew that there must be some light out there .......................... ..................... but it just hadn't fallen across my path.  On I walked and as the buildings rose HIGHER, the path grew darker, yet I could see the warm glow far overhead on the

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Only after returning home in early August did I realise that I spent half of July away from home. Half of the away time was spent at Buddhafield Festival with the SPEAK Network. We brought our yurt to share our campaigns and to get to know people there. It was a really cool festival with great people and interesting conversations. Really chilled and enjoyable. The following week I went with Rob

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So I wake up this morning to a little packet of plastic wrapped papers left on the couch by Rob as he left in a hurry for work. He's been working at a university and got this packet of flyers on campus. The cover was this cute red and white hibiscus pattern with black squares... I was desperate to find a way of using that paper! I found myself a few hours later reading through a zine we picked

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I was just getting an address from the only place we've got all our addresses consolidated right now: from our wedding guest list. I've got an idea about how to change that without going the dull address book route, but I'll fill you in on that another time. I rediscovered this poem that we had put in our order of service. It speaks so well of unconditional love: the kind we should have for God

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I had the radical privilege last summer to spend some time with Portland, Oregon's Agents of Future. The band is facilitated by Todd and Angie Fadel who have become awesome friends who I wished lived closer, and they've really inspired Rob and I in our living and our worship. They're part of a killer church family in Portland called The Bridge. When they were with us last August, the band did a

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I think I speak for us all when I say that I cannot believe it's June!! The weather in London the past couple days actually reminds me a bit of Oxnard with the June gloom. I kind of feel like I'm already staring December in the face and I don't like that. Yet I know that the remainder of this year is already looking a few shades brighter than the past six so I'll do my best to drop the

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FINALLY after months of delay and picking it up and putting it back down, the black jewellery set I've been working on for a friend is complete. It was made with beads from old pieces she was tired of plus a couple large beads I bought to revamp the bracelet and necklace. I'm sure she'll be relieved to finally have some black jewellery to wear! Viola!

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- Lila Watson | ABORIGINAL ACTIVISTS GROUP, QUEENSLAND, 1970s Poster by Ricardo (http://www.freewebs.com/edchx/)

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One of the exciting things about Facebook is the ability to connect with a variety of people from one's past and present at different levels even from a distance. Some of these friendships may be more agreeable, others not so much. Yet because of some common connection, be it a period in life, an interest or a common friend, we chose to label these people as 'friends' and share snippets of our

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I dug this oldie up and dusted it off from Myspace. Hope you enjoy it.... he still makes me feel the same way! November 20, 2007 I've had quite a past of writing about relationship woes... rather.... the woes of absent relationships. I've blogged about weirdos with hygeine problems. I've blogged about hiding behind racks of clothing to get away from dudes in pursuit. I've blogged about beat

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I remember the first time I felt truly guilty during communion. It wasn't because I'd done something terrible the night before or anything like that... it was simply because this bread tasted so amazing! I wasn't sure if I was allowed to enjoy communion like that or not. After all, isn't it supposed to be bland, ritualistic, and holy (by holy I mean punishing)?My views on communion have really

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Following my blog post on Living Fully Present a couple weeks back I've just been introduced to Chatroulette, with many people saying it's just 'freaky'. On first glance I would certainly agree: Log on, sit in front of your webcam, chat to a person face-to-face, hoping they won't peel their clothing off.Daring to say the least. However, reading the following article my heart kind of breaks. Have

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Leave it to me to find a quality way of sending out 2009 with a bang- or rather a crunch! Rob and I were in California, 8 hours behind Big Ben, and I was shopping at a particular strip-mall in my hometown. Just before heading into the shop I noticed that it was about quarter to 4 in the afternoon and that our friends in London would be ringing in the new year in just minutes.I headed into the

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I remember back in the day of Dungeons and Dragons that role play games were considered to be weird, and some would even go so far as to say they were demonic. It was a fringe of society that engaged in role play and spent their time huddled around a board or later on, around a glowing screen and keyboard in the dark.But today most of us are guilty of being the 'weirdos', engaging in a virtual

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Taken by my friend LondonMonk. I needed to hear that :0)

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Seriously! Do I have to have a kid to have one of these?

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Today I was doing some reflection, meditation and praying when a somewhat odd thought occurred to me: the comparison of zen versus shalom. I recall that zen is a Buddhist principle that has sort of slipped into the mainstream, echoing thoughts of harmony, peace, and happiness. I'm guessing that I'm like most people (correct me if I'm wrong) in probably not really knowing the first thing about zen

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Wishing you a very happy Christmas and new year from The Bridge CollectiveOn the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me... an angel straddling a tree On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to me... two baby Jesus's On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me... three eggnog lattes On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me... four dodgy snowmen On the fifth

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Send your own ElfYourself eCards

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let me be buried in an ocean of grace. photo © M.Smith

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copyright Jason Hawkes"Don't go to start a church . . . go to serve a city. Serve them with love, and if you go after the people nobody wants, you'll end up with the people everybody wants."Steve Sjogren, VCC Cincinnati, from the book The Externally Focused Church(via http://tallskinnykiwi.typepad.com)

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We just finished up a series on 'Playing Your (Relationship) Cards Right' at The Bridge. It went really well and I find myself inspired and challenged to invest myself more into deeper, more authentic relationships with those around me and with God himself. Authenticity is of such value and it requires a real sense of humility, vulnerability, passion and love. We used a bit of the above quote

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I've been listening to the new mewithoutyou album, 'It's all Crazy! It's all False! It's all a Dream! It's Alright!' and I love the last track 'Allah Allah Allah' but I can see why it might leave some followers of Christ unsettled. In fact, the band themselves are followers of Jesus but they've chosen to use a name of G-d that most Christians are uncomfortable with for fear of praying to the '

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I'd seen the Advent Conspiracy at some point last year approaching the Yule season yet didn't really get the chance to participate and I'm glad I found it again this year. Have a look at this video about the conspiracy and join me this year in living a revolutionary Christmas! www.theadventconspiracy.org

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New blog look, new blog post! I'm determined to end November on a good note!This new layout actually reminded me about my little eccentricities and I thought I'd share. If you hadn't noticed my last layout also had a bird theme. You might assume that I'm a lover of birds. Strangely, I'm not overly keen on them in real life. I prefer artsy birds to actual foul. Real birds are loud and I see one

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Yikes! Has it been THAT long since I've blogged? Good grief, next thing I know it'll be 2012.The leaves are changing all over London and I really should get out more to lap up the colours enveloping the city. I went into central today to drop off CVs, looking for that dreaded second job, given that The Bridge will remain my first job, however flexible it may be. I haven't had a 'real' job in so

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*WARNING: This post contains some serious ranting*I just came from meeting with someone who is relatively new to our church community, an old friend of my husband's. I'm in no way having a dig at her because it's not about her- it's about what she, like so many people, have assumed about me. We were getting to know each other a bit when suddenly came the question: "So what do most of your days

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At the start of the year I made a resolution. I'm not big on new year's resolutions because I kind of see them as fake starts- like bad reasons to make new goals based on the calendar rather than on a true desire for a timely change. Plants don't grow at a rate determined by what date it is- they change because of factors like sunlight, temperature, moisture and nutrients. And global climate

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There isn't really a point to that title, I just quite liked the idea of using the word 'pilfering' and pilfering the universe sounded like a grand idea and joy is always a welcome state :0)I suppose this post could be more aptly titled, though it would be a bit dull, 'Clearing the air, pizza and calzonery, busted shoes, and crafty projects GO!'I find myself sitting in our lounge breathing in

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I was sitting here tonight when my iTunes suddenly switched to the unmistakeable intro lyrics 'U Can't Touch This' and just as happens every other time the song comes on my body begins twitching and swaying and the entirety of the song then proceeds out of my mouth- like it or not- and shamelessly so. I've since gone on a bit of a musical journey tonight and am convicted that if I don't share

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Rob walks into the bedroom today after getting up and checking the mail. He has a big envelope marked special delivery in his hand. It's document size and recogniseable to both of us Americans. My visa application. I tell him to sit down with me while I open it. I tear it open and pull out the documents. A lengthy letter explaining that just days before I posted in my application they increased

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The last several weeks have been pretty immense. Rob and I got an update letter together to send to friends and supporters and it was so crammed full of what's happened with us since February. But especially the past couple weeks- they've been amazing!I have been for the last several months really battling with being depressed and hopeless and I kept thinking it might be down to my birth control

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I remember when the retail giant Walmart first opened its doors in my hometown. I guess we originally thought it'd brought regeneration to a certain section of town, but now I can see how much of our local business it's wiped out and how many other large retail chains it's ushered in during the following years. I have always hated Walmart. In fact, I refer to it as my own personal hell- if hell

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At this point in time my greatest desire and impulse is to run away and join a hippie band, drive about in a grease-fuelled bus, and eat lots of food from bins. I keep revisiting this pull towards hippiedom but I do have a leaning towards fashion and cleanliness, yet when I was studying biology I'd have been happy to run around in dreads or braids and whatever-the-heck clothing, living for what I

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Monday found me surrounded by tanks, war memorabilia, lots of rain, and not a few school children: My first visit to the Imperial War Museum with the hubster. I can't say as I was overly impressed by much of the obvious, while Rob enjoyed reading about the machines that blew people and homes to smithereens. I did enjoy bits of the history I saw however.We headed to the lower level after viewing

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I prefer days that are like what's on the dinner menu for tonight: lettuce wraps (featuring rice, soy sauce, sesame seed oil, ginger, chili, garlic, grilled peppers, grilled onions, carrots, and whatever-else-i-find-around-here-to-chuck-in). I like days that are varied, spicy, and fresh. But the last couple days have been a bit like mushy peas. Which I can tolerate and maybe as part of a larger

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What a night filled with adrenaline, burritos, and much tea! As usual on the first Tuesday of each month The Bridge goes out to serve the homeless and poor of London a bit of love n food, which was the occurrence last night. On the menu was bean, rice, cheese, peppers & onions, and chicken-for-the-carnivores BURRITOS! We were skilled with the production and rolling of these puppies, all 9 of us!

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Today was a good day. Who said that.... TuPac? Someone like that.... fortunately I don't see myself as being gunned down anytime soon though.I'm not sure quite where to start with what's good... as I'm on my way out to curry with friends which Rob and I can now afford! Our sixth month of sky-high rent has been paid miraculously yet again, we have the rest of money for bills for the month ahead (

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I went to knitting/craft group tonight with the intentions of picking up my needles again after taking a break over Christmas and getting frustrated with it last week. I did pick up the needles, managed to recall casting on, knitted a few stitches and promptly got bored with it. I think I spent more time actually organising the yarn than I did knitting. I'm still struggling with the difference

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As if finding myself in some random episode of The Mighty Boosh, I have experienced some strange and peculiar things in the away world known as 'sleep'.The first night found me organising a gig for Metallica in my high school town of Camarillo, California- meeting the band at, yes, you surely saw it coming, a Chevron gas station. Apparently word had gotten back to the band that there was no doubt

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I'll save you the lame-o details but today I was not in the best of places. The best place to have been, in my mind, would have been under the duvet ignoring the existence of the world as I know it and everyone in it. Life sucked. However, I survived the day without crawling back under the sheets (my dear husband waking me up and coaxing me out with the offer of fresh coffee) but my only aim was

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I'm currently surrounded by accounting. Receipt book, cheque book, ledger, forms, vouchers, storage, spreadsheets, signatures, figures and decimals- everything but money itself. The fact that I can even string together a logical sentence at present is amazing in itself. Logical it may be but I'm not sure that I have anything of interest to say.Rob had a job interview "consultation" today. It

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I was just passing through Sainsbury’s the other day (after realising that I’d forgotten my wallet… thankfully before doing any shopping) when I was accosted by a Socialist fellow. I don’t know what made me actually stop to talk to him, perhaps it was just a moment of weakness- not that I disagree with keeping conversation with socialists- just speaking to anyone carrying a bucket and asking for

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Okay, well it’s been quite some time since I last blogged, but I thought it might cause me to be inspired to do more creative writing. Seeing as I’ve got brain lock right now, perhaps it’s actually a much needed exercise. Or it could be that I just don’t do all that well at nearly midnight unless caffeinated. I found myself very confused this evening after watching Walk the Line when I

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