What I’m doing now

I have been silent for far too long because I was afraid to alienate readers of my website. I now know that this silence, this ability to choose whether or not to publicly stand for justice, is part of my white privilege.

That silence ends now.

Black Lives Matter.

If that statement upsets you, you have two options:

  1. Educate yourself, and then fight for change. And keep educating, and keep fighting, every single day of your life.
  2. Go away. I don’t waste my time arguing this point anymore.

Last updated on 26 July 2020 in Portland, Oregon, USA.


Now writing:

The now of June 2020 - Hello, friends! Before I dig into the news of the past few months, I will start with some housekeeping. Going forward, I will post my content to cygnoir.net and syndicate it elsewhere. Some follow-up notes: Facebook and Instagram prevent people from easily syndicating their own … Continue reading The now of June 2020
A view of Cygnoir's home in Second Life. The now of April 2020 - I missed a couple of months of “what I’m doing now” posts. I bet you can guess why. By the end of February, the reality of the COVID-19 pandemic in my small corner of the world was limited to news articles and speculation. By the … Continue reading The now of April 2020
The now of January 2020 - January, a fresh start, an injection of newness, 31 days or more (as it felt) still straddling multiple notebooks and planners and apps. A blur, with some emotional spikes both up and down but residual good feeling. Some newness to share: A new volunteer opportunity … Continue reading The now of January 2020
Criminy and Crivens The now of December 2019 - The big news this month is KITTENS. Meet Criminy and Crivens, whom FunkyPlaid and I adopted in mid-November from Cat Adoption Team. These stray tabby brothers were expertly fostered, so it took them no time at all to adjust to their new home with us. … Continue reading The now of December 2019
The now of November 2019 - The way a body moves through the space of grief is confounding. At times the body is a sieve and grief is a million grains of sand. Other times the body is just a body and grief is air its lungs greet and release, greet … Continue reading The now of November 2019

Now microblogging:

  • A little shocked by how excited I was to pick up a prescription from a pharmacy last night. I promise not to take the boring stuff for granted ever again!
  • An unbidden memory this morning: I was once in a relationship with someone who regularly complained that I walked too loudly. In case you need to hear this: Never settle for someone with such disdain for your body that they hate how it sounds for you to move through space.
  • I finished everything I needed to get done before my time off from work … and promptly fell asleep for three hours. 😴 I must really need this break.
  • Criminy upside-down = hastily-assembled cat from a box of cat parts.

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Now inking:

  • TWSBI Diamond Mini Classic (F): De Atramentis Charles Dickens
  • Pilot Namiki Vanishing Point (M): Organics Studio Nitrogen
  • Pilot Metropolitan (CM): J. Herbin Lie de The
  • TWSBI Eco (1.1mm stub): Robert Oster Schwartz Rose

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This is a now page, and if you have your own website, you should make one, too. Photo credit: Holger Link on Unsplash.