And now everything changes …..

I took down the last post because I figured that it a) contained a clear reference to the actual problem and b) indicated that I am again being kind and caring to someone that really doesn’t deserve it, neither of which you will appreciate.

Since then everything has changed.  I am in a small amount of shock.

There are a lot of things happening tomorrow and another thing just happened.  I am not sure how to react to it all but it is very good. I am sleepy but happy.

I may do a proper post much later on today.

(and whomever you have searching the site this time has the wrong name, by the way.  No expense spared.)

 

 

 

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What a strange bunch you are?

Okay so you love The Sadist, but you don’t love Diversity Bingo

You are just wild about  Went to Woo a Porn Star.

You don’t seem too crazy about FTAO NHS

A pattern is beginning to emerge, and it involves simple and slightly sexy titles. This is rather depressing.  I wonder how to break out into the wider world really?  I think this requires some expansion at this point. I am doing well, but not well enough.

Currently I am working on Let’s be Frank,  a comment on what conformity looks like, which I am sure will be an interesting story for other people, but is rather depressingly normal to write.

In the meantime things are looking up work-wise, and I am moving from banking to the world of business consultancy, which looks a lot more fun.  I hope to find fewer stupid people with safe jobs which they remain in by harming people.

Whilst I am doing this, I think I will construct some management courses, since this year has highlighted poor self image as being very expensive to the wider world of business.  Most people would be damaged for life by a small percentage of the stuff that routinely happens to me, but I am very fortunate in that respect, and I guess it is my job to sprinkle some magic dust on the rest of the population.

I have a couple more amusing business titles to do, just as a prequel to the bigger books.  I was looking back over some posts today and it is high time I stopped procrastinating.

I will be available to the public tomorrow if anyone would like to stop by and chat. Don’t bother unless you have sorted your shit out or want to work.

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David Wolfe, here we go again.

Every so often I like to write a really nice post about David Wolfe.  Then I like to throw a tantrum.  I haven’t done one for ages on the grounds that he turned out to be very married, but I see he has paid me a visit, so here we go, let us again attempt to explain the phenomenon that is Ina Disguise and David Wolfe.

For those who are not as familiar with this topic as Wolfe and I, I used to be a super critical and very serious lady who happened to have had a very open relationship with alternative health as my early General Practice doctors had trained prior to the worship of big pharma and were not only medical doctors but homeopaths. (shock, horror)

The now normalised hatred of herbalism and homeopathy did not exist post-war.  People used what worked, and doctors were unusually interested in health. This has been eroded to the point that even talking about alternative health means that you are subject to personal attack, even without the addition of positive reinforcement and entertainment as a tool to gently coaxing people to take better care of themselves generally.

Twenty years ago or so, long  before I had ever heard of Wolfe, I had a stand up fight with the Senior pathologist in Glasgow, about the necessity of paying for more doctors, versus the necessity of improving public health.  I had no idea I felt so strongly about it until I was red in the face arguing with him about appropriate investment and misleading information.

Anyway, with the shining example of my early doctors and my father I had always had a keen interest in alternative health alongside my interest in politics and economic history. This has now become an issue of personal freedom, especially since the NHS chose to force the issue in the case of my parents.

Prior to the radical change in my diet brought on by my taking things into my own hands via Wolfe, I suffered from anaemia, frequent depression, psoriasis and I was becoming increasingly crippled down my left side, partially due to what I suspect is a form of arthritis, my heroic use of the mouse, and some damage in a car accident when I was 24 or so. (hysterical French chef boyfriend) I was also intermittently huge.  I am not particularly small now, but I am an unusually happy, creative, motivated and positive person, to the point that couch potatoes find me quite odd.

I now look deceptively young, have no pain, no depression and no psoriasis. I am not a great example of a raw foodist, I am quite scruffy about it, but my health and my diet is now managed quite carefully, and when I am not overworking I actually look after myself.

My mother also got an extra seven months thanks to my knowledge, and clearly that is a good thing.  She was a happy lady eventually. I would have preferred that she was happy for a bit longer and that they had left us alone.  People are disgusting.

Anyway, all that being said as a preamble:

Disliking Wolfe, disregarding Wolfe as a nut based on not liking everything that he has to say, singling out bits of the more entertaining material as evidence that you should be lazy and go to a doctor rather than look into your problems yourself is what a stupid, immature and lazy thinker does. I chose not to do that for a number of reasons:

  1. He is very skilled at putting together information, much of the more whacky material is very carefully placed to keep you awake enough to hear more.
  2. He is a highly intelligent individual, and if you look hard enough you will find material that you cannot find anywhere else.
  3. If you have even half a brain, it is very simple to ignore the bits you aren’t interested in and pursue the bits you are.
  4. Wolfe can be quite lazy, and can fail to take some elements seriously.  That appears to be my job, and I am guilty of lack of self-belief, even now.  He is busy marketing, and that is fine with me.
  5. Once you consider the matter of how knowledge has been annexed for the purposes of making pharmaceutical companies the font of all belief, you cannot believe how stupid it has made even high level medical staff.  I was confronted by a consultant telling me she did not believe in science that she had not even seen a year ago.  This statement is in itself unscientific and evidence of dogmatic education.  Thus big pharma has even infiltrated education to the point of religious mania, which is exceptionally dangerous, especially coupled with the fervor for social engineering in the form of  killing entire sectors of the population in the UK.  An example of this would be the deaths from Alzheimer’s in Scotland going up by 31% in one year.  That is not a natural event.
  6. Much of Wolfe’s work is given for nothing, and I cannot say that he has been at all mean about distribution.  His work on motivating people to consider taking care of themselves is outstanding, and free. Any self-respecting doctor will tell you how difficult it is to motivate patients.  I struggle with this side of things even with myself as an example.
  7. If you also factor in Wolfe’s less witting work on opening you up to consider the matter of personal confidence, which is also free, you start to understand just how hard the dude has worked.

I think that’s enough.  I am not weeping. (yay)

I still haven’t managed to write the thing I wanted to write today, but I hope that is a reasonably succinct snapshot of 9 years of intensive self-work that I only did because I wanted to some day be adequate. (spoke too soon, you’re an asshole, Wolfe.)

Thanks,

Ina

 

 

 

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Commiserations Boris and Jacob

We’re stuck with it, although very much like the Brexit vote itself, the confidence vote might change the direction of things somewhat, so you could argue it is a success.

It is unfortunate that we seem to suffer from a lack of political flexibility in this country, to the point that even career politicians cannot separate the ‘good’ from the ‘good for me.’

I think a nice succinct bit of economic history education might be a good idea, since nobody appears to have any.  It is extremely tiresome explaining conservative history to people when I am not even a conservative.

I am not sure why 60 odd percent of the party don’t do any reading, or if they do they don’t seem to understand how to interpret the information.  This is not a small issue, and I am starting to see strong similarities with New Labour, which is not a good thing really.

I am also getting a bit tired of seeing the old guard Thatcherites defending Remain when it involves running a deficit forever.  I am tired of seeing people getting killed. This just isn’t working, and I am not sure why resistance to change is so much more powerful than allowing business to restructure the economy to bring us closer to ‘ignition.’  Should I bother explaining how the machine works?  They would probably pretend not to understand anyway.

Sorry I have not been doing much serious writing of late, I have been messing around with ephemera. I ‘m also a bit lonely at present, hence poking my stalker with a stick for rather dull amusement.

All I can say is consolidate and capitalise, and see how far we can push back.  I will give it some more thought.

Good luck,

Ina

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Egg show on the road

Uff, since last night I have had a lot of shifts dumped on me, so I guess this chair will be well underway by January since that is what I am most interested in doing whilst sitting in the car.

I would suggest you leave this on headphones whilst doing something else, it is very long.

Did a long religious text today, it was extremely tiresome listening to Americans at a waterfall discussing futile aspects of metaphysics.  They really are tiresome.

Went to the supermarket last night.   I have been studiously eyeing up Indian dudes since I met Staring Brat 2 in an effort to figure out why I was so unusually assertive about him.  I’m usually a very cautious and shy person, especially as I do not trust people at all any more. You can make all the excuses for them you like, most people are basically quite shitty and have very little to nothing in their heads.  That was not news in the case of the staring brats.

Anyway I met the eye of a new age Indian dude in his 20s with a man bun.  This is the first one that had something like the whatever-it-is. Otherwise he was unremarkable and not somebody I would even notice, and I’m sure the feeling is mutual. We both duly scuttled off to a different shelf.  He looked a bit less married, but otherwise I am not really into chasing dudes around a supermarket. Interesting though that we both did the same searching thing before moving on.

I am into the Shiva moment now on the egg, so a lot of serpents will be involved in the next day or so.  It is very big, and very tiring and I am glad of my sunroof in trying to coordinate it.

Live show tomorrow.  Also appearing intermittently over the festive period.  I am sure it will gain more colour in due course but at the moment it looks like a piece of crap, which I am sure is quite appropriate.

Toodle pip,

Ina

 

 

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Working from bed

Oddly I measured up my work, and I had somehow managed to calculate the exact centre of my work despite the fabric being incorrect.  I am astonished.  So a rather violent flower that I was using as a center of the seat, which should have been entirely incorrect, after I corrected the fabric anomalies, was in the right place.

This is not the first time I have somehow managed to do something like this.  I frequently find that if I am using one colour, I calculate exactly the correct amount without having to think about it.  I guess at least I am good at something.

Right now, the piece is looking dreadful.  This is normal.  I also have a stack of half finished handbags, and the shoes are still in the early stages.  I have an awful lot of work to do before I start on the more serious books.

I am also waiting for the American Tax Office to get back to me, which takes some weeks.  This is a bore, but I do have to reshoot a lot of the artwork for the higher resolution print covers and do some editing, so I have a lot of work to do to make Ina work properly as I was more concerned with getting started at all for the first few years.  It is not a good idea to fanfare when there is so much to learn at once.

I have another story to write about last summer.  It is not directly related to the Brats.  I do not know why this has caused quite so much trauma creativity.  I guess I was feeling particularly raw because of my mother.

I think I may also write about the disaster that came before it, which is an interesting political story.  I will see how I feel, but at least I am developing good habits.

I cannot tell you how nice it is to actually learn something as I work, and how nice it is to work without having to deal with more numpties.  I would like to meet someone that is relatively pleasant reasonably soon, however, so I am looking into doing some public speaking in a different industry sector, just to develop some useful skills.

Life is rather uphill for the next month or two, just to get a couple of things out and available, and I am effectively launching three businesses over the next few months, although I plan to make them rather low key, so it is neither an expensive nor loud operation.  I have taken to pottering rather than yelling, and then seeing how things go.  It may seem crazy in this day and age, but I prefer to make mistakes quietly.

I will return to the egg show at the weekend, but until then I will be tucked up in bed working on some international stuff.  It is not nearly as glamorous as it sounds.

I am so sick of BS. I don’t see why life should be difficult or complicated.  I find it quite simple.

Ina

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Maybe he was right to be angry with me

I don’t know.  Maybe it was really patronising of me to assume the beautiful girl in the office was more suitable for him than me.  That seemed to really piss him off.

My more cynical head says he was already being told what to do by The Sadist by that time, and I was supposed to get angry with him for being visibly involved with the girl in the office. They created some sort of scene to indicate involvement, which I immediately took to mean that he was insulted by the initial comment from me.

Anyway, it all seemed a bit melodramatic and for simpletons at the time, and I hadn’t really meant to steam in and hit on some dude anyway, even if he was uptight and gorgeous, which is a very cute combination.  If only I had known how attractive it was when I was still uptight, I would probably have had a different kind of life.

Anyway, it doesn’t matter now. He needs to get busy knocking his wife up and maybe actually getting to know her, as the conversation we had indicated that they appeared to have no click, which is a bit unfortunate, since it happened so easily with us.  I did notice he seemed to have a thing for older chicks, like way older than I appear to be, so maybe that’s his thing, I don’t know. I was dating a 37 year old at 21 so I don’t really give a shit about age, although I am actually used to being the younger party.

I do remember some moment where I was supposed to be impressed by dishwashing, and didn’t quite understand it at the time.  Yes I am sure he would be very impressive doing that, but I’m more interested in taking away that servile, nasty tendency that I didn’t like.  It doesn’t need to be dog eat dog out there.  The world of work would be better with more people like me and less people like the Sadist.

I wish I didn’t miss him, but it will go away as soon as I get this design done, and then we can make something beautiful out of it. He can be miserable for the rest of his life, I don’t really care, he probably deserves it.

Here is another song for the charming Shyam Singh.

 

 

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Angry Chair

https://youtu.be/6N9PGpbvExY

As I have said before, my work is about repression, which is particularly apt in the case of Staring Brat 2.  I have found a film star to name it for, since he was so determined to get me fired that he objected to my naming it.

You would think it would be a compliment to have a piece of work named for you, but not for him.  Far too busy serving his equally stupid master.

Anyway, as you can see, the process on this occasion is making me quite cross.  I don’t particularly like having a potential career destroyed when I am returning to work after taking care of my mother for several years, especially when it is because of a stupid boy marrying a girl he doesn’t particularly like.

Here is song of the day. What a tosser.

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Staring Brat 2 song of the day

Still feeling a bit ropey with a recent bout of banking infection, but resting a lot to recover.  Went out in town as Ina yesterday, got a really good response in Buchanan Street, Argyle Street with elderly and younger teens.  I think this is a gentler and better idea.

Got back to the car to find I was parked right next to Staring Brat 2, which made me laugh quite a lot. He won’t know, but it was an amusing blast from the past.

Very busy with mundane stuff for the next two weeks, after this I think I will be building back up to the project I didn’t get to proceed with during the summer because of the Brats. (if you haven’t looked, check The Sadist, and Stories for an Ignorant Man  on the books page, although the latter is probably one of my nicer meanderings for Staring Brat 2)

I am indulging this brief focus on Staring Brat 2 despite having no intention of seeing him because it is time to work the design for the chair, it is a very expensive piece and will take over a year because of some of the more expensive elements, but we don’t care!

I quite like me.  That’s a nice feeling.

 

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