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Here’s the latest on our conception attempts along with a fertile piece of art I’m coveting.

Delia and I are trying not to eat out so often; we’ve actually done pretty well with that this year. It’s not that I mind spending the money on it because we don’t go totally crazy with it, it supports local business people and I need to get out of the house SOME time, but we aren’t even enjoying it that much anymore and do it more for comfort than anything else.

Anyway, we’re now motivating ourselves not to eat out by listing frivolous things we want that are in the eat-out price range and focusing on those when we feel tempted. $20-$25 is our average lately since we usually split something, so at the end of every week we manage not to eat out we’re rewarding ourselves with $25 each. Is that dorky? Whatever.

Since we didn’t eat out for a week, I used my money plus some other in my phone sex money stash to buy her:

I feel good about my purchase, partly because it’s something beautiful (way prettier than leftover mexican food) and partly because I bought it from some awesome bus-dwelling people. It’s always interesting to me when I compare what other people charge for their arts/crafts/work to what *I* charge for access to my porn, stories, shows and spycams. In many ways they’re incomparable, but at first glance I have to gasp at how relatively inexpensive it was to buy something as gorgeous as this doll, something that must have taken hours to make — something I myself can’t fathom having the time, talent, skill or patience to to make. It’s amazing to think about all of the life that goes into something like that from the sheep to the person collecting the wool to all of the steps in making the doll: shaping, dying and whatever else I’m clueless about.

It makes me wonder why I don’t buy MORE beautiful, handmade things. I love them, but it always strikes me as a luxury/something I’ll do LATER, when I don’t have debt; that way of thinking is pure fucking nonsense, though. And it really seems RIGHT for me to cycle the money people spend on me as luxury/entertainment/personal support by doling some of it out to other small-business people and artists, right? On top of that I think I feel more inspired to do better work when I spend time looking at and touching other people’s beautiful work. I spend most of my money on plastics and electronics and such, justifying it as being “for work”, but forgetting that I need personal/spiritual juice for my work to be worth doing.

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On Saturday I’m doing my civic duty at our county convention as an Obama delegate; I’ve canceled my shows that day rather than rescheduling them; there was no way I could get my other work (shoots, webmastering, etc.) done this week if I crammed show day into another slot. What I *have* done, though, is put a chat session at 9 pm Saturday night. I know that’s probably going to make it unattendable for some people, but I’m not sure when I’ll be home from the thing and want to have dinner and a break in between (my social juices being in always short supply).

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