Deep Thoughts.
May. 27th, 2006 09:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysobelleYeah, I'm full of 'em today. Blistering session of brain examination on Friday, and now my poor head is the fishtank when the gravel's stirred up for cleaning. Alas. I wonder if fish can curse? It's not as if they have middle fingers; how else might they find expression? Swimming around with your excrement trailing from your lower extremities may be quite a statement, but I'm not sure it's the statement I'd want to make were I in a mood.
I've spent a good bit of time last night and today discussing with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
daemionfox the idea of group health insurance for starving artists. Let me amend that: I've been railing for a while about the notion, and just last week ranted to a friend about how at least living in England I might starve, but I'd have insurance. Yes, you might have to wait forever for a doctor's appointment, but at least you could GET one. I despise the thought of having to let my art and craft and ambitions take a backseat to my grinding desk job simply because I'm terrified of not being able to cover my prescriptions, or see a specialist. Wanting to live off your muse is terrifying enough: you shouldn't have to do it entirely off the grid and without a net. I think we all know artists and crafters, too, get sick, need medicine, fall fourteen feet off a scaffold, or even just slip coming in to work and rip their knee open. And hospitals don't care that you don't pull a steady paycheck, or you haven't gotten an order in a month, or that silk costs money, or that Home Depot is breathing down your neck. They just want to get paid.
And it's not just me, of course. What if I could hire people, and offer them coverage? I'm going to need help, but I couldn't dream of asking, say,foxglove_8778 to up and quit her job. (Well, I could, muhahaha, but--!) "I want to be free," I cry, waving my fists at the sky, hoping that pigeon keeps going. I'd love also to be a conduit for other people wanting a way out. I want to use my MayFaire Moon corset-y powers for good, Batman!
Speaking of desperately trying to escape, I had another "talk" this morning, incited by, of all things, a short exchange of text messages. There seemed to be no other way to get a response. I still have a long road to walk, it seems, before I learn my lessons. On the flip side, I waxed poetic again about the way I want to put my shop together this season. I can so clearly see it in my mind. I can see the table, and the shelves, and the sketchbooks. I intend to be able to get a lot of work done on site-- while, of course, being social. I need a period-looking ruler. I don't think my plastic, transparent rule will do, alas.
I cannot wait to get started.
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I've spent a good bit of time last night and today discussing with
daemionfox the idea of group health insurance for starving artists. Let me amend that: I've been railing for a while about the notion, and just last week ranted to a friend about how at least living in England I might starve, but I'd have insurance. Yes, you might have to wait forever for a doctor's appointment, but at least you could GET one. I despise the thought of having to let my art and craft and ambitions take a backseat to my grinding desk job simply because I'm terrified of not being able to cover my prescriptions, or see a specialist. Wanting to live off your muse is terrifying enough: you shouldn't have to do it entirely off the grid and without a net. I think we all know artists and crafters, too, get sick, need medicine, fall fourteen feet off a scaffold, or even just slip coming in to work and rip their knee open. And hospitals don't care that you don't pull a steady paycheck, or you haven't gotten an order in a month, or that silk costs money, or that Home Depot is breathing down your neck. They just want to get paid.And it's not just me, of course. What if I could hire people, and offer them coverage? I'm going to need help, but I couldn't dream of asking, say,
foxglove_8778 to up and quit her job. (Well, I could, muhahaha, but--!) "I want to be free," I cry, waving my fists at the sky, hoping that pigeon keeps going. I'd love also to be a conduit for other people wanting a way out. I want to use my MayFaire Moon corset-y powers for good, Batman!Speaking of desperately trying to escape, I had another "talk" this morning, incited by, of all things, a short exchange of text messages. There seemed to be no other way to get a response. I still have a long road to walk, it seems, before I learn my lessons. On the flip side, I waxed poetic again about the way I want to put my shop together this season. I can so clearly see it in my mind. I can see the table, and the shelves, and the sketchbooks. I intend to be able to get a lot of work done on site-- while, of course, being social. I need a period-looking ruler. I don't think my plastic, transparent rule will do, alas.
I cannot wait to get started.
ETA: Check out Journeymander immediately. Go. Right now. And join. I mean it. Help out!
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Date: 2006-05-28 05:53 am (UTC)All that is required is a coalition of the willing, a lot of paperwork, and lawyer(s). I think.
Would be nice.
Sign me up.
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Date: 2006-05-29 12:50 am (UTC)a comment, from me!
Date: 2006-05-28 06:45 am (UTC)(two fish enter, one fish leaves...!.... it's very thunderdome, what with the tank an all...)
also, I believe there is a movement to get rennies ins. coverage...I'll see if I can dig up the article in Renaissance Mag.
and didn't ripping your knee open allow you to cross off "having novacaine injected directly into a gaping leg wound" from your list of things to do before you die? remember how much *fun* that was? I know you do!!
and corset-y powers can *only* *ever* be used for evil...you should know this.!.
Re: a comment, from me!
Date: 2006-05-29 12:49 am (UTC)Please, by all means, if you can find the article, I'll be thrilled. Think it's online anywhere?
What're you doing Monday? (That is... tomorrow?)
Date: 2006-05-28 08:04 pm (UTC)Re: What're you doing Monday? (That is... tomorrow?)
Date: 2006-05-29 12:47 am (UTC)Re: What're you doing Monday? (That is... tomorrow?)
Date: 2006-05-30 11:27 am (UTC)The jist of it was that it didn't sound like the timing would work out... but that I hoped you had a fun day!
Remind me about Fling soon? :)