Throughout the course of mankind women and girls have been subject to the pressure of social messages instructing and reinforcing them as to how to “do” their gender, and as to how to be real, or true women. These ideals are then repeated or reproduced through their enactments and learned by successive generations with slight modifications accommodating for changes in the times, or namely the economy and politics. Simply put—the ideals of true womanhood are formed, reinforced, and passed down through generations of women.
Society’s expectations of women in regard to feeding, infertility, childbearing, particularly as social attitudes and technologies have changed.
The creative act of listening to a talking frog
“You are going to TED, and you are going to do a fantastic job. …Because being creative is who you are. It’s the thing that keeps you going.”
open minded and integral approach? artist master piece or a better way to organize your cubical. Creative economy grows when we seek out the wisdom of others.
I’ve been hard at work publishing all of my sister Heather’s genealogy research that she’s been completing over the last several years, focused mainly on our Hilton lineage.
Meanwhile, the Baxley’s come from the Anglo-Saxon tribes that ruled over Britain, and are from Sussex and Buckingham where they’ve held a family seat from early times.
Then he told me that one of my relatives lived locally in San Diego, Superior Court Judge Robert Baxley, or “Bax” as friends called him (see bracelet on the cover of “The Lifeguards, A Reminiscence of West Coast Beaches in the 1950’s” by Robert C. Baxley). Yes, “called” as in past tense. I’m once again heart broken to learn I won’t meet another legendary human on this earth.
However, I hope his friends will help me out.
Who knew I was coming home? Continue reading
?”..The results showed that both the runners and bicyclists had 80% more anandamide in their blood after exercising, with the greatest increase among the runners. They also reported physical feelings similar to marijuana use, such as relaxation, regulated mood, and increased appetite. Plus, they found that tempo running produced the most anandamide of all exercise …” Continue reading
I’ve been in my mind for hours now… it’s magical how easy it is inside here in my mind alone. Words and thoughts flow together in a meaningful way, and writing eventually becomes the ultimate form of expression. I’ve been working on websites for my mentor and her husband—I’ve told you about Barbara. Barbara has been doing Airedale Rescue for more than 10 years, and I’ve been supporting her—WOW, I just did a WHOIS lookup…
2001-12-06—online since December 2001.
I used to own the domain: womenonthefly.net. Yes, used to. I’m so upset that in my breakup, my ex-boyfriend/server admin failed—honestly—to renew a few domains for me. Now I just manage www.donyager.com; that’s Barbara’s pro angler husband. Women on the Fly was Barbara’s flyfishing group, of which you might have considered me—gasp—a guppy.
I CRACK MYSELF UP I’M SO FUNNY!
Reversing his previous position that “pot is no big deal”.
Kennedy says, “I admit it—I was wrong to initially think that there was there were something harmless about medical marijuana because now what I’ve seen is that there is a commercial industry behind this “medical marijuana” soon to be moving down the track as it has in Washington, and Colorado, fully legalized…”
“My fight has been about mental health and treating addiction…”
He starts speaking to facts, and his facts are wrong.
But he did get the part about Washington and Pharma taking over. First they banned it. Now they control it. Pharma serves it.
“In 1936 the Federal Bureau of Narcotics (FBN) noticed an increase of reports of people smoking marijuana, which further increased in 1937. The Bureau drafted a legislative plan for Congress seeking a new law, and the head of the FBN, Harry J. Anslinger, ran a campaign against marijuana. Newspaper mogul William Randolph Hearst‘s empire of newspapers used the “yellow journalism” pioneered by Hearst to demonize the cannabis plant and spread a public perception that there were connections between cannabis and violent crime.“
However, in 1949 the government was aware that marijuana was effective as medical treatment for epilepsy. The study was squelched.
“Boy they loves Hova.”
Illuminati, spirit-directed, or holy?
“Y’all religion causes division”
Who created religion?
“Only God could judge us.”
I’m ready to create—to use the tools we created, the platforms, the surfaces, the languages, the software, the servers, the networks,…
Remember when I was a wee one on the internet
Long before we’d ever met?
If you could see me now, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you how sad I am.
That’s the problem I suppose, it’s all relative, and relatively speaking, at least I’m still alive.
Life is tough. Just when you think you managed to escape in the nick of time, you realize that you were running from your own shadow all along.
And the thing about shadows? They’re hard to shake, unless you wake to find yourself six feet under ground.
So, all-in-all, no complaints, but man, this world is not a nice place.
Yeah, sure, I’ve got stories to tell.
But first I want to tell you about not telling them.
You see, that was my badge of honor as a “woman in technology”.
Truth be told I never felt much like a woman in technology. I always felt more like a little girl hanging out with the guys than a woman in a man’s world.
I began to learn the jokes guys made in the bars were the same jokes the guys at work make. Guys are guys. You can take the guy out of the bar, but you can’t take the joke out of the guy.
Most of those jokes were about women or race—I thank God that in my life I have been mostly sheltered from gay-bashers.
I learned to laugh at the jokes that were funny, and how to laugh it off when they weren’t so funny.
My uniform became t-shirts, sweatshirts, and jeans.
I didn’t mean to, but I besides these boobs, and that butt I hear about back there, I was just one of the guys.
Then the day came my momma warned me about. That day when someone was going to ask you to do something that ‘bothers your conscience’…
Momma used to sing to me, “Angie baby, you’re a special lady….”
Jon Wurster, drummer for Superchunk, and the Mountain Goats on Helen Reddy’s “Angie Baby”
“Possibly the most frightening song ever written. It’s the story of this girl, Angie, who’s described as ‘a little touched.’ She lives in her own imagination, and she’s listening to this rock station all the time. And then this creepy guy who’s been lurking outside of her house comes over and convinces her to let him hang out with her. But the music is so loud that he’s thrown off his game and he’s disoriented. And as she turns the radio down, he gets physically smaller, and he’s sucked into the radio. Then the scariest line ever is ‘never to be found.’ He’s in there forever! I think as a child, that’s what scared me the most. Like, Cannibal Corpse and Slayer, bands like that, they sing about being mutilated and butchered – but I don’t think any of their songs are as scary as a song with the idea of being shrunken down and sucked into a radio for eternity.”
Video by John Wilson, Fine Art Films, for The Sonny & Cher Show.
Allen Eugene Rodman, Kirkwood Police Officer, passed away on Saturday, October 31, 2015 in St. Louis, Missouri. Allen was buried in Woodland Cemetery in Van Wert, Ohio.
He was the beloved of Jessica Marie Dacus, the son and first born of Wanda Carolyn and the late Graydon Rodman, and a loving father of Michal l’Lena and Evan Elijah Rodman, and to Christopher and Shelby.
Allen will be missed by his only brother, Burton Lowell Rodman, his family and his mother.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there; I did not die.
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin’
And you can’t remember for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream that was screaming
Source Business Insider.
Our red Jetta had a scratch.
I found a grand “Child Abuse Sucks” sticker, black-and-white which I figured would look great on red, and decided to cover the scratch with the sticker.
Today we came out to our car to find someone apparently thinks Child Abuse doesn’t Suck?
Guess I need a new plan for covering this scratch.
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Much less could his declining age Vanessa’s earliest thoughts engage;
— Darryl + Angela (@thebelovedglass) February 9, 2015
Whom Pallas once, Vanessa’s tutor, Had fix’d on for her coadjutor.
— Baxley+Glass (@BaxleyGlass) February 9, 2015
Cadenus many things had writ: Vanessa much esteem’d his wit,
— Gidget Glass (@GlassGidget) February 9, 2015
Nor shall Vanessa be the theme To manage thy abortive scheme:
— Baxley (@Baxley) February 9, 2015
Both sexes, arm’d with guilt and spite, Against Vanessa’s power unite:
— Angela Marié Glass (@Ang) February 9, 2015
But, not to dwell on things minute, Vanessa finish’d the dispute;
— Andrea Verardi Duty (@dreamnibbles) February 9, 2015
Beautiful. Wish I worked there. :0)
Bean there, counted that.
Themselves religious? Read here: ”
I bet he wears a hat.
She knew he’d get no relief.
Own personal custom Barbie dream.
New eyes from (Album Stream)
By Weezer and believed in paradise?
Founder of the Shadow Guard
Bored Cruz Cruise
From a thing, you little bastard. …
Bad / variant of Signal vs Noise ?
Wifely Subjection: Mental Health Issues in Jehovah’s Witness Women
Kaynor J. Weishaupt, M.S., M.F.C.C.
The Watchtower Society, commonly referred to as Jehovah’s Witnesses, exerts a great deal of control over the everyday life of its members. Women, in particular, suffer from psychological stresses in this high-control environment, as it is also a culture where patriarchal attitudes limit women’s personal power and predominate in their relationships with men. A group of women responded to a questionnaire about their experiences during membership in the Watchtower Society and after leaving. The results indicate that while in the Watchtower Society, women experience a higher degree of mental health problems than they do after they leave the group. They also report experiencing more egalitarian attitudes in their relationships with men after exiting the group.
Little research has been done focusing on the experience of women in “high-control” or cultic groups, despite the fact that women make up a large proportion of the membership of such groups. The type of group referred to here as high-control is defined by the degree of control and restriction the group exercises over the everyday life of its membership. Such a group can be focused on religion, politics, militarism, psychotherapy, meditation, commercialism, or simply a “special” leader (Tobias & Lalich, 1994). A high-control group differs from other groups in that individual behavior is excessively limited by rules and regulations, access to information is restricted or managed (especially information critical of the group), pressure is high to conform in thought and behavior to group norms, and members must put the group’s interests before their own. The leadership in this type of group is absolute and considered infallible; outsiders are generally viewed as dangerous or evil; and members leaving the group are generally punished or shunned. While all members of such groups pay a psychological price (as well as reap certain psychological dividends, such as a sense of belonging and purpose), women often face particular difficulties in groups that are patriarchally based.
This article explores the relationship between women and the high-control social climate of the Watchtower Society (WTS), commonly referred to as Jehovah’s Witnesses. The article reviews literature bearing on the Watchtower Society’s control practices and patriarchal organizational structure, analyzes psychological implications of WTS’s social climate, and reports on the results of a survey of 20 female former members of the Watchtower Society. The survey explored three areas: (1) the degree of patriarchal versus egalitarian attitudes subjects felt existed while they were members of WTS compared to what they experienced after having left the group, (2) subjects’ perceived psychological distress while in the group and after exiting, and (3) subjects’ perceptions of the degree to which the group controlled everyday life and isolated members from outsiders. The latter area included a comparison group of women from other religious backgrounds.
The Watchtower Society as a High-Control Group
A small town waitress gets a nail accidentally lodged in her head causing unpredictable behavior that leads her to Washington, D.C., where sparks fly when she meets a clueless young senator who takes up her cause – but what happens when love interferes with what you stand for? Continue reading
I nibbled a bit of Microsoft, and a byte of Apple.
Interview with Steve Jobs and Bill Gates at D7 (2007)
Q: “…personally come in every day to save it…?
A: “…that’s my life’s work…”
For Doubting Thomas—daddy says watch the Maze Runner
December 11th, 8:35pm
don’t forget you know my memory
that was not what you guys were talking about
is Yahoo a cover for you?
or do you actually work there too?
I work for another company Continue reading
On Sun, Oct 12, 2014 at 1:37 PM, Angela Marie Glass <email@example.com> wrote:
Hey and don’t you think this photo of Eilon and I could make us relatives? 🙂 I think it’s the nose?
In other news, I finally told the truth about why I left Microsoft. The CEO made some stupid comment about women—at a conference celebrating women in technology, no less—and I lost it. I feel better. Lighter.
I’m telling you because you know Eilon and I are tight as blood but keep up like we have eternity. So he’ll hear somehow I’m guessing, but I’m sharing with you as my kind of dad.
The story, if you want to read it, I can send. Otherwise, I just wanted to say hello and send some love to you and your family!
Hello to Shlomit!
a ? cline'd U yet...
Begin forwarded message:Reply-To: firstname.lastname@example.org Date: October 25, 2014 at 11:15:44 AM EDT Subject: Re: Thinking of you… From: Howard Lipton <email@example.com> To: Angela Marie Glass <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Please pardon my tardy reply. I am always delighted to hear from you, and I truly hope that all is going well with you and yours.
Like so many, I was astounded at what Nadella said. Even though he is Indian and only came to the U.S. as an adult, he has been here at least a quarter century and runs the 3d largest company in the world. He knows that women are woefully underrepresented in the coding sectors of his own company, and he certainly knows that teenaged and college women are as interested in the future financial security of their eventual families as are boys. He cannot possibly believe that a paternal attitude where the bosses will “look after the girls” will attract the brilliant women that Microsoft needs, even if he grew up in that culture as a child. Just as does everyone else, these women want transparently equal opportunities for advancement and financial security. While I do not know a lot about him, I am exceedingly suspicious that he actually spoke his mind and told the world what he really thinks. If that is the case, then regardless of his skills as a CEO, I would hope the board considers a change.
Yes, I am interested in why you left Microsoft and would love to read your story. Also, I briefly noticed the comment on your website about “walking after midnight.” While I do not know if that was your reference, that song by Patsy Cline is one of my all-time favorites.
All the best,
Dedicated to Candace Conti and other little boys and girls who are dead or molested.
Jehovah’s Witnesses need not apply. Where did anyone say that anyone would be serving that god in the end? Oh, you’re right. He does factor in…
— Baxley (@Baxley) October 30, 2014
Dear Watchtower at http://t.co/hbC2qywaIv, Your Contact Us Page e-mail link on your website is broken. How do I email you?
— Angela Glass (@Baxley) October 30, 2014
I wanted to design software for the Watchtower when I was 15 years old at it’s headquarters, “Brooklyn Beth’el“.
The Watchtower Corporation of NY, the one that’s moving out so no one notice’s that they topped the richest companies list for the city.
— Angela Glass (@Baxley) October 30, 2014
Guess what? God created Eve, and Eve was naked. And it was good. God said so. He also created weed. He also said it was good to eat.
I was so sweet before you guys got to me. Guess what? While you sleep and dream… Charlotte’s tangled web unweaves… believe. — Angela Glass (@Baxley) October 30, 2014
Religion is a whore. She gave women a bad name. Catholics who give children away in the name of no shame. Universal. — Angela Glass (@Baxley) October 30, 2014
I was turned down. They don’t generally “take sisters“.
Here’s what I did instead: www.linkedin.com/in/angelamarieglass.
“Angela experienced a crisis from an ill marriage and lack of support from the congregation.”
I am a Silent Lamb?—Sacrifice me.
You know what makes me not sleep? Fearing for the children until the adults all die.
— Angela Glass (@Ang) October 30, 2014
For the record, you don’t lose your faith when you stop believing God is Jehovah. But Melissa doesn’t know what losing my religion is all about. Girl, I was a hoarder, and I still am though that was back then. Show you a few things, pretend to be my friend? Oh don’t mind slandering the Baxley’s while you’re at it for the blood of the noble Niblick’s.
Funny, baxleyvsunitedstates.org versus the Dominican nephew determined to shame me—calling me the “shameful aunt”.
I took it in silence. I have learned how to turn away so it doesn’t sink in. No, not really. It really hurt. But hey, I haven’t got time to buy a new deodarant stick of Tom’s every two months — so I use it but it doesn’t work. I have no cash and thus I stink and am not buying it on Amazon and paying for shipping. So I am waiting until someone thinks I stink enough to do something about it. They have a pretty high tolerance.
When I asked if they were going to stay there—in the DR—he sold me this line from his daddy’s mouth: they aren’t living there, they are missionaries. — For Christ’s sake, who hasn’t heard of God? Oh, yeah…
God isn’t Jehovah. Jehovah isn’t peddling love, he’s got Watchtowers to print and has just discovered the Internet.
Well I was in the middle of pestering this corporation called “The Watchtower” on Twitter, when I realized I needed a mood swing. Being a heavy hitter dealing with porno and pedo’s is a bit much for this do-gooder.
I asked a guy today to film dying children and he told me that he wasn’t interested in children. He wants to do it tho. And Porn.
— Angela Glass (@Ang) October 30, 2014
In foreign soil, in foreign land Who will guide us through the end? —Vampire Weekend, Worship You Answer: Rev 7 Topic: Jews in Exodus? — SMRTr World (@SMRTrWorld) October 30, 2014
I mean the internet is for porn, right?
Well anyhoo, distracted again from that to get the video to prove the point that I’m not lost on how I feel about life, I’m just so DAMNED tired of having to stay up all night to work against all of you.
Sometimes I can’t help but feel like a momma Muppet… Should I tuck him in? pic.twitter.com/iNF9x22YYc
— SMRTr World (@SMRTrWorld) October 28, 2014
So I /quit.
Yeah, see I’m not a cultural fit. I’m not a woman in technology and there’s no way come hell or high water, well—we all know which—I would never have a daughter, as I could never let her see this world. Dear God, preserve my seed within me. Save my belly for the beast. I am yours and have ever been devoted. I am sorry for so long I thought that the Watchtower’s disapproval of me was somehow was the directive from God. Dear God, if you don’t love me—Um? Who could you?
A couple of weeks before she died, Rebecca informed us that she was about to be a big girl of six years old, and Becca was a baby name. Once she turned six, she wanted everyone (not just me) to call her Rebecca, not Becca. She made it to six. For almost twelve hours, she was six. So Rebecca it is and must be.
Travis Foote, you touched me one too many times. And my mother blamed me. The Watchtower will pay and you shall be certain you won’t see the outside of that cell. Enjoy.
I’m ready. I’m not a clown, exactly. I’m the last generation.
I’m the joker. Hello thief, it’s time.
But instead I decided to be < ANON. Hi Watchtower. I heard you have a governing body and a corporation but only Jehovah’s spirit. Holy.
— Angela Glass (@Ang) October 30, 2014