1. warm and congenial; pleasant or friendly.
2. having a feeling or atmosphere of warmth and friendliness; cosy.
Etymology: German, from Middle High German gemüetlich, from gemüete - spirit, feelings, from Old High German gimuoti, from muot - mind, spirit.
These pictures are so cute.
Having to sell something, as part of your daily routine, can be a primary source of stress and discomfort for many of us. The sale of goods and services has been a driving force for humanity for centuries; it’s the reason many of us have to get up in the morning and has been known to be a main constituent to answering, ‘how am I going to put food on the table?’. Few find alternatives to providing for/maintaining themselves and their families, working outside of the wider consumer market. Even those working within renewables/conservation/creative industries, no matter how altruistic and forward thinking an action plan might be, often the performance of these N.G.O.’s/ N.P.O.’s relies heavily, on the branding and selling of their property. (Alot of good work goes unnoticed)
Now, to begin with, I am no exception to this. Throughout my short 24 years, I have never considered myself ‘self-sufficient’. I’m not here to waffle on about how to grow your own foods/medicines, dispose of your household waste organically, or how to power your laptop using super efficient hydrogen fuel cell technologies. Frankly, as a species, we’re just not there yet. I am worried about the emotional attachment humanity has with cash, how relationships are formed following a monetary transfer, and the perceived safety-net a few bob in the bank can provide anyone susceptible enough to let it.
However, what I would like to say, and the main purpose for me beginning this piece, is to remind anyone reading that, your bank balance doesn’t (have to) make the world go around, nor should it put you at the centre of a revolving universe. It’s highly likely that within the next 12 months you will feel frustrated by the consumer market; with advertisements being forced into any available orifice, unattainable sales targets at work and the all-important recovery of ‘our’ increasingly confusing global economies. A large portion of both our conscious (current) and sub-conscious (future) thoughts and efforts are bombarded by the plain message, ‘spend your money here’. Fuck that.
Instead of launching off into a socialist tangent, which would be as useful to anyone as a one way ticket to Pluto, I am dedicating this space to furthering the creativity of anyone bound by the perceived limitations of money, or lack there of.
If you have any feelings or questions, advice, tips or abuse on the matter, send them all this way!
Am I ever going to be happy?
This passage opens the book Five Billion Years of Solitude, a reminder that life on Earth has an expiration date, but the duration our existence is in our own hands … nay, our brains, certainly here on Earth, and perhaps beyond.
On that note …
S.P. The only meaningful life we know of. I love this sentiment, in our self contained consortium of classified biotic kingdoms, we know very little; but rely on alot of these, yet, unknown taxa. I believe strongly in the life we have not yet discovered having a profound effect on the maintenance of the macro life we see and care for around us.
1. a collection of dried plants mounted, labelled, and systematically arranged for use in scientific study.
2. a place or institution where such a collection is kept.
Etymology: from Latin herba (grass, green plants) + –arium (suffix for a place or device containing or associated with).
This room has often been confused for ‘a herbarium’. Mostly by me, or anyone with a nose who happens to walk nearby.
Life is being awfully awfully kind to me again. I’m really enjoying the change from my old house; the roof falling in at the start of January, the gutters caving in under the snow in March, and the lack of secure thought following the irreversible rotting of the hinges on the back door to the alley.
There were big gates closing the alley off from the street, but during bin collection the gates would be open for a few days. During those months and days the safety of my pets and belongings and myself would keep me either locked in the house unhappy, or far away from the house untill I had to be there for work.
These days I love life, and basically live the dream.