So I just got home from hanging out with a couple of friends, it was really nice. I don't see either one of them nearly often enough. So happy.
In the spirit of that joy I searched up amanda on twitter. I figured after we spoke on saturday and with my posi mood, maybe we could begin to reconcile, just as people. I was going to see if she wanted to be Facebook/twitter friends again. Maybe work toward healing ill will, work toward peace between us.
Instead I found a bunch of responses to something she must have posted about me doing letterpress. Now she and I have had emails about this, have had real life discussions about it throughout our entire relationship. I began writing her an email about the responses I found on twitter which I've included just below here.
"I have explained the letterpress stuff to you before and would appreciate it if you either, a. spoke with me about it or b. didn't put stuff up for your 500+ friends on twitter.
I thought we were going to be civil, maybe even friendly. I'm not trying to steal this from you, I'm pursuing an interest I've had for a very long time and I thank you for inspiring me to get motivated"
I decided to not send this to her directly but to post it publicly instead, this achieves two things:
1, it eliminates hearsay, he said-she said garbage. These are my genuine feelings and I've explained them in earlier blogs here and in many correspondences with her. How if we stayed together I never would have taken the risk, would have been content with her taken all of them. How, basically, I never would have done something that I've allways been interested because I am/was a coward.
2, it allows me to get this out without continuing the back and forth shit that has occurred between us in the past.
I really am sorry if it makes her angry but, I can't do anything about that. Letterpress is the reason she and I first spoke. The first day we spoke on the phone she said she would teach me how and that never happened. Here is excerpt from an email I sent to her in response to her finding out I was pursuing printing.
"LETTERPRESS: it's the reason we first spoke, it's the reason I gave
you the first batch of blocks, because I hadn't done anything with
them and wanted to see something good come from them. Our first phone
conversation I asked you to teach me and you said you would. I
expressed an interest, not because you were into it but because I was
just interested in it. It's what got me interested in you frankly. You
actually hadn't done any printing from well before we met. All I did,
the whole time, was try and support this, support you printing. I
think it's awesome, thought it would be awesome to do with you, would
be awesome to learn and grow from you.
I'm interested still and instead of having a bunch of regret by not
doing it, I decided to be proactive. It took me less then a day to
find someone to teach me at a full shop.
I'm going to try it out, if I don't like it, great. If I do, I'm going to do it."
I was going to include more of this email but, that would just be me loosing my spleen for some measure of satisfaction and frankly, I probably wouldn't feel satisfied anyway. I just wanted to be civil with her, just want to know she's alright. I can't stress enough that I don't want to harm her but, I'm not going to set up regrets for myself.
So far I love letterpress. I've met and reconnected with so many awesome people. I've begun exploring my visually creative side that's lain dormant for so very long. It's nice to think in pictures again, good to compose images in my brain and try to render them.
I think Aimee is going to go through running the Vandercook with me soon and I'm so excited for that. I'm going to the shop this Wednesday from noon to four and then moving the rest of my stuff in all night, a pretty big day all told. I'm going to go to bed that night with a smile on face and sleep the sleep of a satisfied man.
Thanks for listening to me bitch.
Love,
Dan
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
sorting things out
Went to the shop today and continued to sort 20th century 10pt into a California case. It was just Aimee and I today. We listened to some music and had pretty heavy talks with lots of humor. It was really nice and I felt pretty human. Here's a pick of where I left off
Sorting properly is all needle in haystack kinda stuff but, I think I'm doing a good job with the aid of that magnifying glass. Also, using gloves to sort type this small just sucks, I'm going to just use tweezers and bare hand from now on and risk the lead poisoning.
When we finished up at the shop I made a b-line to Drexel Hill for Cut-throat Pollyanna. It was good seeing everybody, even for a little while. There were some folks who weren't there but, there always are these days. I guess the crew is getting more adult, busier, just moving on. It's all for good things like love and babies but, I can't help feeling a little sad.
The reason I could only stay briefly was I took a double commitment at an A.A. meeting downtown. I'm making the coffee and greeting every Sunday for the month. It's not glamorous but, it's still service and I need that in my life.
I arrived 10 minutes later then I would have liked to because of an accident on 76, so I was a little rushed. Not the rushed, frantic, crazy that has been a staple of my whole life, more of a quickening to purpose. That was a nice surprise. I just did what I need to do and didn't worry about it. I guess I'm working some shit out.
So I found out on the way over that a dear friend of mine was the speaker. She shared her story. It was good to hear it all put together in order. I knew most of it because we are friends but, I feel like that's exactly why we sometimes miss the big picture about the folks we love. We never get to hear it all together.
When she was done speaking I felt moved by gratitude. See she is the one who really pushed me to get my first sponsor. She has a very special place in my heart.
And I said most of that in front of the room with tears rolling down my face.
Now this is incredibly hard for me to do. I touched on this stuff in a previous post here and here. From the former entry the line "I am incredibly insecure the minute I feel vulnerable" hold so true right now. From the latter "I'm becoming vulnerable and that is so terrifying to me" sums it up nicely.
It's 7 hours later and I still feel a little insecure and a whole lot of vulnerable. I need to do this kind of thing though. I need to own who I am, without apology. I'm working on it but, boy, is this going to take a while.
I think that's it. I spoke with a few people after the meeting and headed back to the party for a little bit. Talked to a friend on the phone and am now writing to the aether.
One thing I did forget, I met a couple more folks who do letterpress in the past couple of days and one women in particular may be helping out in the shop. Aimee has to meet her first but she seems pretty awesome so far. Hooray for more hands.
That's it really, all sorted.
When we finished up at the shop I made a b-line to Drexel Hill for Cut-throat Pollyanna. It was good seeing everybody, even for a little while. There were some folks who weren't there but, there always are these days. I guess the crew is getting more adult, busier, just moving on. It's all for good things like love and babies but, I can't help feeling a little sad.
The reason I could only stay briefly was I took a double commitment at an A.A. meeting downtown. I'm making the coffee and greeting every Sunday for the month. It's not glamorous but, it's still service and I need that in my life.
I arrived 10 minutes later then I would have liked to because of an accident on 76, so I was a little rushed. Not the rushed, frantic, crazy that has been a staple of my whole life, more of a quickening to purpose. That was a nice surprise. I just did what I need to do and didn't worry about it. I guess I'm working some shit out.
So I found out on the way over that a dear friend of mine was the speaker. She shared her story. It was good to hear it all put together in order. I knew most of it because we are friends but, I feel like that's exactly why we sometimes miss the big picture about the folks we love. We never get to hear it all together.
When she was done speaking I felt moved by gratitude. See she is the one who really pushed me to get my first sponsor. She has a very special place in my heart.
And I said most of that in front of the room with tears rolling down my face.
Now this is incredibly hard for me to do. I touched on this stuff in a previous post here and here. From the former entry the line "I am incredibly insecure the minute I feel vulnerable" hold so true right now. From the latter "I'm becoming vulnerable and that is so terrifying to me" sums it up nicely.
It's 7 hours later and I still feel a little insecure and a whole lot of vulnerable. I need to do this kind of thing though. I need to own who I am, without apology. I'm working on it but, boy, is this going to take a while.
I think that's it. I spoke with a few people after the meeting and headed back to the party for a little bit. Talked to a friend on the phone and am now writing to the aether.
One thing I did forget, I met a couple more folks who do letterpress in the past couple of days and one women in particular may be helping out in the shop. Aimee has to meet her first but she seems pretty awesome so far. Hooray for more hands.
That's it really, all sorted.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Punk Rock Flea Market, Heading To the Shop
I had a good but, trying day at the market. I had some difficulty selling some of the artifacts I had. I really did sell my youth. so that was both painful and freeing. Our possessions really do posses us.
All in all it was a good day though. I saw lots of old friends, made about $600, and and unloaded about half a cars worth of stuff. I spoke with amanda a bit and it was nice and civil. She's starting a letterpress internship in NY. I'm excited for her.
After the market I took my very dear friend Jen out to dinner. She has been such a God send the past month, I figure it's a start to paying her back.
Now, I'm going to pick up Aimee and heading over to the shop. Going to sort type for a few hours and maybe use scope out the vandercook a bit more. Have a great day everyone.
Dan
P.S. I got my first set of type in the mail yesterday, 30pt Cheltenham Bold Condensed, here's a picture
All in all it was a good day though. I saw lots of old friends, made about $600, and and unloaded about half a cars worth of stuff. I spoke with amanda a bit and it was nice and civil. She's starting a letterpress internship in NY. I'm excited for her.
After the market I took my very dear friend Jen out to dinner. She has been such a God send the past month, I figure it's a start to paying her back.
Now, I'm going to pick up Aimee and heading over to the shop. Going to sort type for a few hours and maybe use scope out the vandercook a bit more. Have a great day everyone.
Dan
P.S. I got my first set of type in the mail yesterday, 30pt Cheltenham Bold Condensed, here's a picture
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Realizations and movement
So I've had a rough couple of days. I've been kind of suicidal/homicidal since Monday. I've just been processing a mess of stuff, disappointments, realities (perceived and otherwise), and current life events, here's a partial list of what I've come up with.
- That I am incredibly insecure the minute I feel vulnerable. This is a self sabotaging behavior which ties into my anger. It forces fight or flight in me and my normal answer to that question is definitely the aggressive tack.
- There is an active disconnect between who I actually am and what I present to the world. In most of my interactions this is not terribly apparent but, in any romantic proposition the disparity becomes glaring.
- Romantic propositions make me feel vulnerable. I can not be in any sort of serious relationship right now, hopefully counseling and self assessment can ease my vulnerability over time. We'll see but, right now I'm pretty well bent up and it would be unfair to anyone to have to deal with that.
- I want to do letterpress, I want to do printing in general. This, above all else, is what I'm striving for. I want this more then I want a roof over my head. I'm finally thinking in images again instead of words, it's been a long time.
- I may not be able to do the training program on the Kalmar Nyckel. Until I get a job, I need to keep my availability open. As much as I want to print, I do actually need a roof over my head to do it, so I need to generate some income. That may mean back burner-ing the ship stuff, I'll still go down and volunteer but, the training might need to wait until summer or next winter.
- I'm still angry at amanda, I feel like she used me like a bag of dope. I didn't help things (see above) but, she has a pattern of going through men every couple of months. I think she loves the honeymoon period and gets high off the newness. Maybe it fills a hole for her, like booze used to fill for me, I don't know but, it's feels awful I feel lied to, betrayed, and used. I'm moving past it slowly, like looking at a car crash on the highway. It will be gone soon, all that negative emotion but, the horror of the thing will stick with me for a long time.
I think that's it. My anger is just a simmer now, no real threat of boiling over, which is a good thing. I know lots of people care about me, I just have a hard time reconciling that with the stuff in my head.
Friday, and working in the shop with Aimee, can't get here fast enough.
Thanks for listening,
Dan
- That I am incredibly insecure the minute I feel vulnerable. This is a self sabotaging behavior which ties into my anger. It forces fight or flight in me and my normal answer to that question is definitely the aggressive tack.
- There is an active disconnect between who I actually am and what I present to the world. In most of my interactions this is not terribly apparent but, in any romantic proposition the disparity becomes glaring.
- Romantic propositions make me feel vulnerable. I can not be in any sort of serious relationship right now, hopefully counseling and self assessment can ease my vulnerability over time. We'll see but, right now I'm pretty well bent up and it would be unfair to anyone to have to deal with that.
- I want to do letterpress, I want to do printing in general. This, above all else, is what I'm striving for. I want this more then I want a roof over my head. I'm finally thinking in images again instead of words, it's been a long time.
- I may not be able to do the training program on the Kalmar Nyckel. Until I get a job, I need to keep my availability open. As much as I want to print, I do actually need a roof over my head to do it, so I need to generate some income. That may mean back burner-ing the ship stuff, I'll still go down and volunteer but, the training might need to wait until summer or next winter.
- I'm still angry at amanda, I feel like she used me like a bag of dope. I didn't help things (see above) but, she has a pattern of going through men every couple of months. I think she loves the honeymoon period and gets high off the newness. Maybe it fills a hole for her, like booze used to fill for me, I don't know but, it's feels awful I feel lied to, betrayed, and used. I'm moving past it slowly, like looking at a car crash on the highway. It will be gone soon, all that negative emotion but, the horror of the thing will stick with me for a long time.
I think that's it. My anger is just a simmer now, no real threat of boiling over, which is a good thing. I know lots of people care about me, I just have a hard time reconciling that with the stuff in my head.
Friday, and working in the shop with Aimee, can't get here fast enough.
Thanks for listening,
Dan
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Intake, angry moving
So I'm about to go to intake at Greater Philadelphia Health Action (http://www.gphainc.org/). They offer sliding mental health services, so I'm going to go get some of that. I had said, when Amanda called off the wedding, that I would seek counseling regardless if we stayed together or not. I said it and I meant it, so it's off to the races. Maybe I can sort out some of my bullshit, maybe I can grow as a person, or maybe most counseling is just paying for a friend who gives you advice with no accountability. I guess I'll see.
I've begun moving my stuff in and it's pissing me off.
I had all these things, which I was told I wouldn't need again, that I need to now replace. Things like cleaner, a shower caddy, plates, bowls, just the shit you need to live. I'm really pissed off about it.
Broken promises not withstanding, I should have just kept it all, should have moved it with me, it would have been the intelligent and prudent thing to do.
I'm just glad I didn't quit my job like she suggested, that would have been a cluster fuck.
I've begun moving my stuff in and it's pissing me off.
I had all these things, which I was told I wouldn't need again, that I need to now replace. Things like cleaner, a shower caddy, plates, bowls, just the shit you need to live. I'm really pissed off about it.
Broken promises not withstanding, I should have just kept it all, should have moved it with me, it would have been the intelligent and prudent thing to do.
I'm just glad I didn't quit my job like she suggested, that would have been a cluster fuck.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Going forward, giving thanks
I sometimes forget how fortunate I am to lead the life I have. I know so many truly amazing people that if I think about it too much, I feel like I'm dreaming.
I have a hard time accepting the fact that some of these people actually love me, want to do nice things for me. I stumble on motives, I get tripped up by my own self worth.
I'm through with that.
I'm learning to just be grateful, without my head attempting to censor everything that pours out of my heart. I'm working on peacefulness.
I'm becoming vulnerable and that is so terrifying to me. Vulnerability somehow, makes me feel LESS, just not whole, diminished. That is a pretty sick reaction and that's where I get all turned around. I resent people being nice to me and I don't know why. It's not all the time either, only when it's touching, only when I'm laid bare. I feel sick writing this.
Recently someone did something sweet for me and when I showed my true feelings, no quips, no jibes, just a genuine gratitude, they called me a softie. Now whether or not that's true, that I'm a softie, is up for debate but, I can tell you one thing, I hated her a little for it and she was being endearing. Now how can that be anything close to acceptable? How can I ever live, even remotely, near the land of normal with that kind of thing going on inside me? I still feel sick writing this.
Needless to say, I have a long road ahead of me and that's fine. I've identified all of this shit and am working to clean it up, to take out the garbage, so to speak. That's all I can do, I can't beat myself up about it. I just need to let it go and let my heart lead me. I have a lot of love inside of me, and receive a lot love in turn, it's just that the lens through which I get that love, that problem I carry on the top of my neck, is so fucking twisted up that I can't just take things at face value. I think with time, with prayer, with a lot of work, I can remove those flaws that get me so bent out of shape.
On to giving thanks.
There are so many people that need to be on here and since gratitude and vulnerability are the issues of the day, might as well get to it.
The first person that has to be on here is Amanda for so many reasons.
- She invited me in to her life. Being invited in to a life is an amazing thing. We rushed and went about the business of love in a crazy way but, that is still just mind blowing-ly powerful. It was volatile and neither one of us was terribly gentle, so it's really no surprise it blew up. That doesn't change the amount of trust she showed me. That still blows my mind
- She allowed me to see things about my heart that I didn't know existed. This is huge. I want to, one day, be a husband and be a father. I want to be peaceful. I want to rule my fear and not let it rule me. I want to love and be loved. She showed me all these things with her amazing heart. That we didn't work out, and this surprises me, does not change my desire for those things in the least. My heart is purer for having known hers.
- She awakened a desire for action in me that has been dormant for years. She and I started talking over her doing letterpress, I've always been interested in it and she did it, that's a great reason to talk to a pretty girl.
Frankly though, if we would have stayed together, I probably would have been content being a booster for her. Would have been content seeing her vision take shape without me having to take the really real risks, the potential failures, onto myself. I don't have that cushion any longer but, I still want to see a vision occur, see an idea blossom and then fruit. I have to do it now, I have to do it fearlessly, with out worry of failure or, god forbid, success.
I'd like to eventually go all the way to type design and from there, actual type production. Learning to use a pantograph in a year or two is going to be a pain in the ass but, I'll get there one foot in front of the other. Learning the minutia of this printing business is going to take time but it has pointed me in a direction and for that I'm grateful.
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I need to thank the whole MIGHTY clan (all of you, not just the housemates) and Mark Kennen specifically. Without those dudes and ladies in my life I would have been a wreck. Well, I was a wreck but they got me back to ship shape pretty quick.
They are all so supportive of me all the time. When I was a rotten drunk, they had my back, got me home safe, made sure I was alright. When I got sober and the astounding events that occurred to get me there transpired, they didn't abandon me. They offered to go to meetings with me, talked to friends and family members in recovery to see what they could do to help me, were mindful of there own drinking around me.
And with this most recent fiasco, you all, but especially Mark, were supportive, excited, accepting of her, concerned for my intentions but willing to see them through with me. Hell, Trout was going to marry us.
Then when things went south, you all didn't turn on her. You didn't start trash talking. You supported my hopefulness. This is where Mark really shinned, he was, apparently, so angry with her, so sad for me. He's who I went to with this stuff almost daily and he never said word one until it was over. You want to know why, because I was still hopeful, I was still in love, and he wanted to be there for me and keep my hope alive. That's what family does, that's what you all did for me and I don't think I can ever truly express how grateful I am. This is a start.
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Amanda Staples, Jen Manfra, Amber Ganzelli, Jenni Bender. You four women have stood by me, in one way or another, through a lot of crazy.
The two of you who are new in my life have my back like your my blood. I have cried in private at the beauty you two have shown me.
The two of you who have been traveling with me for these many long years, you are my sisters. I have cried in front of you about the beauty you have shown me. We have shared so much it boggles the mind. You have both seen me at my rock bottom worst and you still love me.
The reason have all four of you grouped together, even though you are all quite different, is you all illicit the same feelings from me. I would go to the mat for any and all of you. Thank you so much for you.
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All you folks in A.A. you are a rock. always a kind word and a smile. That's just the one's I don't know very well
As for A, B, B and my sponsor's C and D, Thank you all for being there through all this; my sobriety, my unemployment, my hopelessness, my anger, this recent thing, for taking me through hard looks at myself and harder truths. For helping me rid myself of that which diminishes me, for reminding me I'm not alone with all this garbage we have in common.
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Last but, not least, I want to thank my family and especially Mark. Thank you for making house space for me. For dealing with me being bitter. For all my resentments.
Mark, thank you for always being there, even when it's uncomfortable for you, you have never left me high and try. You are my brother by birth but, I'm quite proud that you are one of my best friends as well.
If you read all this I'm sorry. I still feel sick.
Have a great day everyone,
Love,
Dan
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I have a hard time accepting the fact that some of these people actually love me, want to do nice things for me. I stumble on motives, I get tripped up by my own self worth.
I'm through with that.
I'm learning to just be grateful, without my head attempting to censor everything that pours out of my heart. I'm working on peacefulness.
I'm becoming vulnerable and that is so terrifying to me. Vulnerability somehow, makes me feel LESS, just not whole, diminished. That is a pretty sick reaction and that's where I get all turned around. I resent people being nice to me and I don't know why. It's not all the time either, only when it's touching, only when I'm laid bare. I feel sick writing this.
Recently someone did something sweet for me and when I showed my true feelings, no quips, no jibes, just a genuine gratitude, they called me a softie. Now whether or not that's true, that I'm a softie, is up for debate but, I can tell you one thing, I hated her a little for it and she was being endearing. Now how can that be anything close to acceptable? How can I ever live, even remotely, near the land of normal with that kind of thing going on inside me? I still feel sick writing this.
Needless to say, I have a long road ahead of me and that's fine. I've identified all of this shit and am working to clean it up, to take out the garbage, so to speak. That's all I can do, I can't beat myself up about it. I just need to let it go and let my heart lead me. I have a lot of love inside of me, and receive a lot love in turn, it's just that the lens through which I get that love, that problem I carry on the top of my neck, is so fucking twisted up that I can't just take things at face value. I think with time, with prayer, with a lot of work, I can remove those flaws that get me so bent out of shape.
On to giving thanks.
There are so many people that need to be on here and since gratitude and vulnerability are the issues of the day, might as well get to it.
The first person that has to be on here is Amanda for so many reasons.
- She invited me in to her life. Being invited in to a life is an amazing thing. We rushed and went about the business of love in a crazy way but, that is still just mind blowing-ly powerful. It was volatile and neither one of us was terribly gentle, so it's really no surprise it blew up. That doesn't change the amount of trust she showed me. That still blows my mind
- She allowed me to see things about my heart that I didn't know existed. This is huge. I want to, one day, be a husband and be a father. I want to be peaceful. I want to rule my fear and not let it rule me. I want to love and be loved. She showed me all these things with her amazing heart. That we didn't work out, and this surprises me, does not change my desire for those things in the least. My heart is purer for having known hers.
- She awakened a desire for action in me that has been dormant for years. She and I started talking over her doing letterpress, I've always been interested in it and she did it, that's a great reason to talk to a pretty girl.
Frankly though, if we would have stayed together, I probably would have been content being a booster for her. Would have been content seeing her vision take shape without me having to take the really real risks, the potential failures, onto myself. I don't have that cushion any longer but, I still want to see a vision occur, see an idea blossom and then fruit. I have to do it now, I have to do it fearlessly, with out worry of failure or, god forbid, success.
I'd like to eventually go all the way to type design and from there, actual type production. Learning to use a pantograph in a year or two is going to be a pain in the ass but, I'll get there one foot in front of the other. Learning the minutia of this printing business is going to take time but it has pointed me in a direction and for that I'm grateful.
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I need to thank the whole MIGHTY clan (all of you, not just the housemates) and Mark Kennen specifically. Without those dudes and ladies in my life I would have been a wreck. Well, I was a wreck but they got me back to ship shape pretty quick.
They are all so supportive of me all the time. When I was a rotten drunk, they had my back, got me home safe, made sure I was alright. When I got sober and the astounding events that occurred to get me there transpired, they didn't abandon me. They offered to go to meetings with me, talked to friends and family members in recovery to see what they could do to help me, were mindful of there own drinking around me.
And with this most recent fiasco, you all, but especially Mark, were supportive, excited, accepting of her, concerned for my intentions but willing to see them through with me. Hell, Trout was going to marry us.
Then when things went south, you all didn't turn on her. You didn't start trash talking. You supported my hopefulness. This is where Mark really shinned, he was, apparently, so angry with her, so sad for me. He's who I went to with this stuff almost daily and he never said word one until it was over. You want to know why, because I was still hopeful, I was still in love, and he wanted to be there for me and keep my hope alive. That's what family does, that's what you all did for me and I don't think I can ever truly express how grateful I am. This is a start.
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Amanda Staples, Jen Manfra, Amber Ganzelli, Jenni Bender. You four women have stood by me, in one way or another, through a lot of crazy.
The two of you who are new in my life have my back like your my blood. I have cried in private at the beauty you two have shown me.
The two of you who have been traveling with me for these many long years, you are my sisters. I have cried in front of you about the beauty you have shown me. We have shared so much it boggles the mind. You have both seen me at my rock bottom worst and you still love me.
The reason have all four of you grouped together, even though you are all quite different, is you all illicit the same feelings from me. I would go to the mat for any and all of you. Thank you so much for you.
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All you folks in A.A. you are a rock. always a kind word and a smile. That's just the one's I don't know very well
As for A, B, B and my sponsor's C and D, Thank you all for being there through all this; my sobriety, my unemployment, my hopelessness, my anger, this recent thing, for taking me through hard looks at myself and harder truths. For helping me rid myself of that which diminishes me, for reminding me I'm not alone with all this garbage we have in common.
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Last but, not least, I want to thank my family and especially Mark. Thank you for making house space for me. For dealing with me being bitter. For all my resentments.
Mark, thank you for always being there, even when it's uncomfortable for you, you have never left me high and try. You are my brother by birth but, I'm quite proud that you are one of my best friends as well.
If you read all this I'm sorry. I still feel sick.
Have a great day everyone,
Love,
Dan
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Thursday, December 2, 2010
Type, presses, anger, recovery, forgiveness
So last night I finally met up with Aimee at the shop in Port Richmond. I had a long, cold, wet day and wasn't really excited to be there. Then I saw Will, drawers upon drawers of type,and the two presses. I've known Will for a long time, 6 or 7 years, and I had no idea he shared space with Aimee. Super awesome surprise, it helped me feel comfortable almost immediately.
And then there was the type and presses. It was great, I was going to get to learn on real machines, no more theory. There is a Vandercook #3 Proof press and a 1908 Golding Jobber that needs a belt for the motor but, is impressive none the less. Then type; type, type, type, so much freakin' type. Drawers and drawers of it in a hamilton double composition cabinet, on the floor, in loose cases, on shelves, everywhere. Just how I imagined it.
Will was working on the Vandercook when I got in, which was awesome to watch but, I was there to work, so Aimee put me on type sorting. There is tons of type (new), still in packages that needs to be sorted into cases. I imagine I'll be doing it for weeks and surprisingly, I love it.
SIDENOTE: To be honest, I didn't really understand the California Case system before yesterday but, now it makes so much sense. I could feel my hands beginning to learn the movements, it just feels right after a bit.
I also got to pull a print and learn a bit about maintenance. Slow and steady progress is just what I'm looking for. Apprenticeship, or something like it, makes so much sense to me.
I'm probably going to go back tomorrow for several hours of type sorting and that idea is so appealing. Sorting feels good to my brain, like playing Go does, Like drinking did. It feels like relief and I'm makes me contented.
So the rest of the night went sort of like this.
-Drove to West Philly to drop of our apartment keys to Babz.
-Called Shar-bear to meet me at the POPE.
-Swung by the apartment and got some shit out of my trunk.
-Spoke with a friend who, though a little drunk, was going through a bit of jealousy issues. I hope I helped.
-Sharon bailed, which is totally cool. She's working too much lately and her staying in was smart. I worry about her.
-Ran in to a few people who I do not see nearly enough and it warmed my heart. I'm going to attempt to remedy that in the coming weeks
-Sat down to do my new 4th step.
So here's the anger, I started writing my new 4th step on Tuesday to go over with my sponsor tonight. I don't know if it's right to stretch it out like this, but for me at least, it gives me a little clarity.
For those of you not familiar, the 4th step of AA states:
"Made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves."
Maybe, just reading that, you can see where a whole pile of anger, fear, and sadness can come in to play. Needless to say, after about 10 minutes I was pretty keyed up.
Right about then, a buddy of mine sat down and asked me how I was doing. I told him a bunch of things about what's been going on with me. He asked a bunch of questions about recovery, for himself, for a friend of ours, and just in general. We were joined by a few different people over the course of the night. It was good to talk about recovery. It was nice to have a normal person as a sounding board. It was good and led me to gain some more perspective.
I think I can call that buddy friend now and that's an amazing thing all on it's own.
The forgiveness part, that comes tonight. I mean it starts when you write it out and it was pushed along by me talking about it but, tonight I do 5, 6, and 7 which is real deal, heart wrenching, and relief all rolled into one. I'll put those steps up just below here, so all you normal folks know what's up.
5. Admitted to God, to ourselves, and to another human being the exact nature
of our wrongs.
6. Were entirely ready to have God remove all these defects of character.
7. Humbly asked Him to remove our shortcomings.
This is really simple but, if you are wired the way I am, asking for anything, especially humbly, feels like pulling teeth. I need to do this though. I'm tired, tired of carrying around this hate, this anger, these insecurities. I want them to go away and I can't do that on my own. I want to be a peaceful man and this is the only way I know how to do it.
A little pain in exchange for the relief of a constant, mind dulling, ache; a silencing of that inner voice, it's constant running, tainted by these little niggling fears and judgments? For respite from that, I think that a little pain is more than a fair deal.
Finally, I've come to be comfortable that no matter where I go I will run into Amanda. It's just how it is. It always seems to me that once you know someone they will appear. They are cast in to a role in the show of your life and you just have to deal with it.
I figured I'd run into her in the neighborhood I'm moving into (she lives on the other end of the block) but, she just seems to be everywhere now. I bought my space at Punk Rock Flea Market a couple of weeks ago (you all should come and buy my junk, lots of records) and now apparently she has a table as well. I also do all my christmas shopping at craft fairs every year and I know she's going to be at a bunch of those too, so I'll probably run into her.
So I know I'm going to see her and the only thing I can really do is minimize our interactions. If she wants to be civil, then great, if not, that's fine too. I just can't snipe and fight with her any longer, it hurts too much. I will hope for peace on all fronts, that's about the best I can do.
Thanks for reading all of this. I hope you got something out of it, a little entertainment at the very least.
P.S. Amanda is a wonderful craftswoman and you should check out her stuff. Here's the link to the facebook page for her work: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Mello-Press/102075826506578
And then there was the type and presses. It was great, I was going to get to learn on real machines, no more theory. There is a Vandercook #3 Proof press and a 1908 Golding Jobber that needs a belt for the motor but, is impressive none the less. Then type; type, type, type, so much freakin' type. Drawers and drawers of it in a hamilton double composition cabinet, on the floor, in loose cases, on shelves, everywhere. Just how I imagined it.
Will was working on the Vandercook when I got in, which was awesome to watch but, I was there to work, so Aimee put me on type sorting. There is tons of type (new), still in packages that needs to be sorted into cases. I imagine I'll be doing it for weeks and surprisingly, I love it.
SIDENOTE: To be honest, I didn't really understand the California Case system before yesterday but, now it makes so much sense. I could feel my hands beginning to learn the movements, it just feels right after a bit.
I also got to pull a print and learn a bit about maintenance. Slow and steady progress is just what I'm looking for. Apprenticeship, or something like it, makes so much sense to me.
I'm probably going to go back tomorrow for several hours of type sorting and that idea is so appealing. Sorting feels good to my brain, like playing Go does, Like drinking did. It feels like relief and I'm makes me contented.
So the rest of the night went sort of like this.
-Drove to West Philly to drop of our apartment keys to Babz.
-Called Shar-bear to meet me at the POPE.
-Swung by the apartment and got some shit out of my trunk.
-Spoke with a friend who, though a little drunk, was going through a bit of jealousy issues. I hope I helped.
-Sharon bailed, which is totally cool. She's working too much lately and her staying in was smart. I worry about her.
-Ran in to a few people who I do not see nearly enough and it warmed my heart. I'm going to attempt to remedy that in the coming weeks
-Sat down to do my new 4th step.
So here's the anger, I started writing my new 4th step on Tuesday to go over with my sponsor tonight. I don't know if it's right to stretch it out like this, but for me at least, it gives me a little clarity.
For those of you not familiar, the 4th step of AA states:
"Made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves."
Maybe, just reading that, you can see where a whole pile of anger, fear, and sadness can come in to play. Needless to say, after about 10 minutes I was pretty keyed up.
Right about then, a buddy of mine sat down and asked me how I was doing. I told him a bunch of things about what's been going on with me. He asked a bunch of questions about recovery, for himself, for a friend of ours, and just in general. We were joined by a few different people over the course of the night. It was good to talk about recovery. It was nice to have a normal person as a sounding board. It was good and led me to gain some more perspective.
I think I can call that buddy friend now and that's an amazing thing all on it's own.
The forgiveness part, that comes tonight. I mean it starts when you write it out and it was pushed along by me talking about it but, tonight I do 5, 6, and 7 which is real deal, heart wrenching, and relief all rolled into one. I'll put those steps up just below here, so all you normal folks know what's up.
5. Admitted to God, to ourselves, and to another human being the exact nature
of our wrongs.
6. Were entirely ready to have God remove all these defects of character.
7. Humbly asked Him to remove our shortcomings.
This is really simple but, if you are wired the way I am, asking for anything, especially humbly, feels like pulling teeth. I need to do this though. I'm tired, tired of carrying around this hate, this anger, these insecurities. I want them to go away and I can't do that on my own. I want to be a peaceful man and this is the only way I know how to do it.
A little pain in exchange for the relief of a constant, mind dulling, ache; a silencing of that inner voice, it's constant running, tainted by these little niggling fears and judgments? For respite from that, I think that a little pain is more than a fair deal.
Finally, I've come to be comfortable that no matter where I go I will run into Amanda. It's just how it is. It always seems to me that once you know someone they will appear. They are cast in to a role in the show of your life and you just have to deal with it.
I figured I'd run into her in the neighborhood I'm moving into (she lives on the other end of the block) but, she just seems to be everywhere now. I bought my space at Punk Rock Flea Market a couple of weeks ago (you all should come and buy my junk, lots of records) and now apparently she has a table as well. I also do all my christmas shopping at craft fairs every year and I know she's going to be at a bunch of those too, so I'll probably run into her.
So I know I'm going to see her and the only thing I can really do is minimize our interactions. If she wants to be civil, then great, if not, that's fine too. I just can't snipe and fight with her any longer, it hurts too much. I will hope for peace on all fronts, that's about the best I can do.
Thanks for reading all of this. I hope you got something out of it, a little entertainment at the very least.
P.S. Amanda is a wonderful craftswoman and you should check out her stuff. Here's the link to the facebook page for her work: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Mello-Press/102075826506578
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