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    ordering
  • Continually tell someone in an overbearing way what to do
  • Command (something) to be done or (someone) to be treated in a particular way
  • (ordered) having a systematic arrangement; especially having elements succeeding in order according to rule; "an ordered sequence"
  • logical or comprehensible arrangement of separate elements; "we shall consider these questions in the inverse order of their presentation"
  • order: the act of putting things in a sequential arrangement; "there were mistakes in the ordering of items on the list"
  • Give an authoritative direction or instruction to do something
    t shirt
  • A short-sleeved casual top, generally made of cotton, having the shape of a T when spread out flat
  • jersey: a close-fitting pullover shirt
  • A T-shirt (T shirt or tee) is a shirt which is pulled on over the head to cover most of a person's torso. A T-shirt is usually buttonless and collarless, with a round neck and short sleeves.
  • T Shirt is a 1976 album by Loudon Wainwright III. Unlike his earlier records, this (and the subsequent 'Final Exam') saw Wainwright adopt a full blown rock band (Slowtrain) - though there are acoustic songs on T-Shirt, including a talking blues.
    bulk
  • The mass or magnitude of something large
  • A large mass or shape, for example of a building or a heavy body
  • Large in quantity or amount
  • stick out or up; "The parcel bulked in the sack"
  • bulge: cause to bulge or swell outwards
  • majority: the property resulting from being or relating to the greater in number of two parts; the main part; "the majority of his customers prefer it"; "the bulk of the work is finished"
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Project Runway Your Way: How to Own and Operate a Custom T-Shirt Business
Project Runway Your Way: How to Own and Operate a Custom T-Shirt Business
Chapter 1: Printing T-Shirts 101
Chapter 2: Facts about Inkjet Printing T-Shirts
Chapter 3: Creating T-Shirt Designs
Chapter 4: Stock and Bulk T-Shirts-When is Cheap Too Cheap
Chapter 5: Types Of T-Shirt Printing Equipment
Chapter 6: How to use T-Shirt Printing Computer Programs
Chapter 7: The Wholesale T-Shirt Printing Business
Chapter 8: The World Internet Services For Printing
Chapter 9: How to Start An Easy at Home Online T-Shirt Store

Chapter 1: Printing T-Shirts 101
Chapter 2: Facts about Inkjet Printing T-Shirts
Chapter 3: Creating T-Shirt Designs
Chapter 4: Stock and Bulk T-Shirts-When is Cheap Too Cheap
Chapter 5: Types Of T-Shirt Printing Equipment
Chapter 6: How to use T-Shirt Printing Computer Programs
Chapter 7: The Wholesale T-Shirt Printing Business
Chapter 8: The World Internet Services For Printing
Chapter 9: How to Start An Easy at Home Online T-Shirt Store

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Burning Old Disappointments
Burning Old Disappointments
For those of you who read the post I wrote and then deleted yesterday, I am sorry. I am sorry if I hurt friends and would-be friends. I cannot take back the sentiments because they were raw and true. I can only say that if I had the money for a therapist I would have saved that one for the couch and not put it here. A lot of things end up here because I don't have anyone appropriate to tell my most troubling and grief inducing feelings and experiences to. I missed the chance to symbolically acknowledge the solstice and to go through the ritual of writing my troubles and disappointments down and then burning them. Which I now realize is what I need to do. So I'm going to do it late. There's still the less mystical more Roman approach of the New Year coming up and it's just as good a time for a personal overhaul and a release of past disappointments, of which I have quite a few. The disappointments that need burning are these: The infamous incident of the Needle Junkie t-shirts which marked the complete collapse of all trust I had left in the universe and in myself: It had to be. This whole year was about scouring out the last of my faith. Down to the funky-ass crumbs. That when I hit rock bottom my support system turned out to be somewhat absent: It isn't the responsibility of friends and family to pick up the goddamn pieces of me that cracked up and fell all over the floor. The bulk of comfort garnered during the toughest moments came from people I've never met in real life. Thank you for that. The therapist who made me more angry and lost: Well, there's no excuse. I can't put that one on my own shoulders. But there's nothing anyone can do about the fact that chemistry rules our lives. Her chemistry and mine- OIL AND WATER. The teacher who made my kid's school year complete torture: She sucked. I've since found out that mine was not the only kid whose year was completely rotten for the same reason. We never liked her. She didn't like us. That's the way it goes. Friends not liking my kid: It's a fact of life that not everyone you meet is going to like you or your kid. There's nothing to be done about it. I don't like every one's kids either. Not getting a job with the city: They're still the big time losers. As bad as it made me feel that my own city wouldn't hire me for work I would have given 150% to, if they were ever to get a glimpse of what they missed out on? They would feel way worse than me. Death of a business: Lesson learned. The Etsy shop goes next. My inability to apply proper strength of will to weight loss goals: Disappointment in myself is much worse than disappointment in others because I have to live with myself until I die. I not only didn't make any progress in this department this year, I actually got bigger to my limitless shame. The black hole of shame threatens to devour me and I can hear voices out there saying "just do it". I'll get on that right after I amputate my own foot. Me not being enough of an advocate for my son: I let him get stepped on by too many people, made unnecessary excuses for him, and let my concern for other people's opinions of him matter too much. Fuck everyone else's opinion of him. I'm lucky to have a kid with such a strong sense of self. It's time to get him the support he both deserves and needs. Guilt for getting us into a deeper financial pickle: Shed the guilt lady! Buying this house has done me a world of good and we'll get out of this mess this coming year. This house was one of the actions that helped me restore some faith. It was worth the pickle. That I have continued to tell people "It's alright" to make them feel better about something when it isn't alright with me and won't be until they make amends: An old habit that is as tenacious as a cockroach in a nuclear meltdown. There are a lot of things people have said to me, or done to me that aren't cool and I continually excuse them from having to say they're sorry. Probably because I know they won't and I don't want to find out that people I care about aren't sorry for hurting me. Time to stop excusing the behaviors of others and if they don't excuse themselves? Let 'em loose. It's been a rough year times 100. I obviously have a huge load of crap to unload into the fires in order to grow something fresh from the nutrient rich ashes. I was thinking that I might erase this entire blog. Kill all trace of Dustpan Alley. But that comes only from a place of frustration. Instead of killing off what has been a conduit of strength and support from strangers, I should let go of last year completely now. Start fresh inside. Like an engine overhaul. I have sooty engine and I won't go anywhere until I clean out the gunk. We had to do that with our Volkswagen a few years ago. It was really expensive and sucked big time. I don't have a lot of money to rework my engine. The one last real extravagance we are going to purchase for our anniversary present which comes up in a coupl
Perspective
Perspective
My college English instructor once said: "There's no such thing as good writing - only good rewriting." I think he was right about that. He also said... when I quit school to go work in radio... that I would never write again. On that, he was wrong. I sometimes wish I could talk to him, and tell him that. Because... caring dude that he was... he was truly distraught the day we said goodbye. He thought I was making a huge mistake, and told me so, and I just shrugged. For me it was a choice between years of debt or earning a living immediately. I was tired of noodles from the bulk bin and canned generic mushroom soup. I was sick of homework. I couldn't imagine three more years in classrooms. If I could see him now I'd tell him radio wasn't a death sentence after all. In fact, it was a necessary apprenticeship. No, I didn't write much fiction in those days. Mostly just work stuff... hundreds and hundreds of stories a day. And no matter how complex or how important or how compelling... there was no story that could merit more than 40 seconds. Tell it straight out. Get to the point. And if you must add colour... the odd flying adjective... for god's sake keep it brief and understated and meaningful. And then I left the radio world for the world of made-to-order writing. Tell me what you want to say... to whom... and why... and how you want them to feel at the end. I'll do the rest and send you my bill and go back to my world of private isolation. This is what I do, what I have done for many years, and it has been a kind of apprenticeship too. Writing every day. Putting words to work... regardless of how I feel about them, or the subject matter, or the client... or the weight, the tightness, the restrictions of the deadline. I have learned to give up (in this one realm at least) the lure of perfectionism. Just get it done, get the work turned around and off my plate and out of my life. Sometimes I stumble on some publication or other... and it's only when I see my name under "writer" in the credits that I realize it's mine. Typically, that's as far as I go. These things I write for money... I just don't feel attached to them. I care in the moment, but that's about it. They're not mine. They belong to the client. And that detachment... like the forced speed and brevity and clarity of writing for radio... has helped to train and discipline my mind... like neurological calisthenics. If I could see my old teacher now, I would tell him that I made the right choice in the 80s. He thought I had potential. And I think he was probably right about that. But I just wasn't ready... in any sense... to settle down to serious writing at age 18. I didn't know enough, hadn't lived enough, to have any kind of perspective on things. I think it's slowly coming now. Like... I finally have enough distance from my earlier selves to sort through some of what they thought and saw and experienced. Really, that's all we all have to draw on... our own knowledge, our own experience, our own senses and memories and thoughts and fears and secret secrets. When we're too close... when we're inside them... it's almost impossible to see their true shape. But distance has a way of putting things in perspective. If I could see my old teacher now I'd tell him that I finally feel I'm catching up. That time and age and this prolonged apprenticeship are slowly, slowly opening up the paths I need to follow... in my head and in my life. And that the story of my life is... true to his truism... always open to revision, to rewriting. And that I will keep rewriting for as many years as it takes to get it right.

bulk t shirt ordering
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Ordering Your Private World
Ordering Your Private World is phenomenal selling over 1 million copies upon its original release in 1984. With revisions and new material, it is ever more timely to readers. Never admitting to have it all together, but rather using his own personal struggle as a way for readers to relate to his principles, Gordon MacDonald's classic book invites readers to bring order to their personal life by inviting God's control over every segment of their lives. His premise is that if the private world of a person is in order, it will be because they are convinced that the inner world of the spiritual must govern the outer world of activity.

Ordering Your Private World is phenomenal selling over 1 million copies upon its original release in 1984. With revisions and new material, it is ever more timely to readers. Never admitting to have it all together, but rather using his own personal struggle as a way for readers to relate to his principles, Gordon MacDonald's classic book invites readers to bring order to their personal life by inviting God's control over every segment of their lives. His premise is that if the private world of a person is in order, it will be because they are convinced that the inner world of the spiritual must govern the outer world of activity.

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