Tuesday, September 30, 2003

I don't want to post about things that are causing me grief, so I'm avoiding the present by posting meme after meme, but...
here are some positive things I can say:
*a friend of mine taught nash how to crochet and he's really into it
*jonathon richman was wonderful last night, even though the crowd was mostly unresponsive and it was the shortest headlining set I've ever seen him play
*the children's halloween costume choices so far are an undead pirate (nash) and a ballerina (liam).
*the weather is a joy to behold
*I'm reading martha grimes latest, foul matter
today is hard.

Saturday, September 27, 2003

now, who is going to babysit for me on monday night so I can go see jonathon richman? who?
Gynocide's Banned Book Meme!

The Top Most Frequently Challenged/Banned Books from 1990-2000.

bold the ones you've read. I've read surprisingly (to me) few.

Scary Stories (Series) by Alvin Schwartz

Daddy’s Roommate by Michael Willhoite

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou

The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain

Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck

Harry Potter (Series) by J.K. Rowling

Forever by Judy Blume (a long, long time ago)

Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson

Alice (Series) by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor

Heather Has Two Mommies by Leslea Newman (this is one of nash's favorites)

My Brother Sam is Dead by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier

The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger (I can recite this book, I'll bet)

The Giver by Lois Lowry

It’s Perfectly Normal by Robie Harris

Goosebumps (Series) by R.L. Stine

A Day No Pigs Would Die by Robert Newton Peck

The Color Purple by Alice Walker

Sex by Madonna (heh heh)

Earth’s Children (Series) by Jean M. Auel

The Great Gilly Hopkins by Katherine Paterson

A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle

Go Ask Alice by Anonymous

Fallen Angels by Walter Dean Myers

In the Night Kitchen by Maurice Sendak (I was just enjoying this today)

The Stupids (Series) by Harry Allard

The Witches by Roald Dahl

The New Joy of Gay Sex by Charles Silverstein

Anastasia Krupnik (Series) by Lois Lowry

The Goats by Brock Cole

Kaffir Boy by Mark Mathabane

Blubber by Judy Blume

Killing Mr. Griffin by Lois Duncan

Halloween ABC by Eve Merriam

We All Fall Down by Robert Cormier

Final Exit by Derek Humphry

The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood

Julie of the Wolves by Jean Craighead George (oh, such a great book! I need to read the sequel, now that there is one)

The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison

What’s Happening to my Body? Book for Girls: A Growing-Up Guide for Parents & Daughters by Lynda Madaras

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

Beloved by Toni Morrison

The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton

The Pigman by Paul Zindel

Bumps in the Night by Harry Allard

Deenie by Judy Blume

Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes

Annie on my Mind by Nancy Garden

The Boy Who Lost His Face by Louis Sachar

Cross Your Fingers, Spit in Your Hat by Alvin Schwartz

A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein

Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

Sleeping Beauty Trilogy by A.N. Roquelaure (Anne Rice)

Asking About Sex and Growing Up by Joanna Cole

Cujo by Stephen King

James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl

The Anarchist Cookbook by William Powell

Boys and Sex by Wardell Pomeroy

Ordinary People by Judith Guest

American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis

What’s Happening to my Body? Book for Boys: A Growing-Up Guide for Parents & Sons by Lynda Madaras

Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret by Judy Blume

Crazy Lady by Jane Conly

Athletic Shorts by Chris Crutcher

Fade by Robert Cormier

Guess What? by Mem Fox

The House of Spirits by Isabel Allende

The Face on the Milk Carton by Caroline Cooney

Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut

Lord of the Flies by William Golding

Native Son by Richard Wright

Women on Top: How Real Life Has Changed Women’s Fantasies by Nancy Friday

Curses, Hexes and Spells by Daniel Cohen

Jack by A.M. Homes

Bless Me, Ultima by Rudolfo A. Anaya

Where Did I Come From? by Peter Mayle

Carrie by Stephen King

Tiger Eyes by Judy Blume

On My Honor by Marion Dane Bauer

Arizona Kid by Ron Koertge

Family Secrets by Norma Klein

Mommy Laid An Egg by Babette Cole

The Dead Zone by Stephen King

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain

Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison

Always Running by Luis Rodriguez

Private Parts by Howard Stern

Where’s Waldo? by Martin Hanford

Summer of My German Soldier by Bette Greene

Little Black Sambo by Helen Bannerman

Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett

Running Loose by Chris Crutcher

Sex Education by Jenny Davis

The Drowning of Stephen Jones by Bette Greene

Girls and Sex by Wardell Pomeroy

How to Eat Fried Worms by Thomas Rockwell

View from the Cherry Tree by Willo Davis Roberts

The Headless Cupid by Zilpha Keatley Snyder

The Terrorist by Caroline Cooney

Jump Ship to Freedom by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier

Thursday, September 25, 2003

the ranking process of this meme is pretty entertaining.

Hipsters, Bill Clinton, The New York Yankees
Circle I Limbo

PETA Members
Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind

General asshats
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow

Rush Limbaugh
Circle IV Rolling Weights

Bill Gates
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled

River Styx

Camille Paglia
Circle VI Buried for Eternity

River Phlegyas

diet industry CEOs
Circle VII Burning Sands

the Man
Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement

George Bush
Circle IX Frozen in Ice

Design your own hell

Tuesday, September 23, 2003

autumn! at last.
and it's gorgeous, sunny with a soft breeze. cordero and trailer bride are playing at el matador tonight.
life is not so bad.
so many times in the last two days I thought of things I meant to write about. now it's gone, all gone from my mind.
things went well at work sunday morning. I embarked on the very ambitious project of cleaning my room afterwards and got, I dunno, maybe a third of the way done.
sunday night I happened upon a roseanne marathon and watched it for HOURS. it was amazing. I had to force myself to turn it off at 1:30 AM.

Thursday, September 18, 2003

it's my birthday, and I have no cake. something must be done about this. tomorrow, sometime, somehow, something. I won't have my 35th pass without cake!

Saturday, September 13, 2003

quote of the day:
"You can follow your book and your map of wars, but I'll go and follow my kids." -- Woody Guthrie

Thursday, September 11, 2003

and now to take a moment to live in the moment, and experience these things: homemade iced chai, the air conditioning blowing just a little too cold (but in a really good way), liam making up his own harry potter stories (that's right, fan fic from a four year old!), nash continuing to dedicate himself for preparing for the life he will lead after he gets shrunk, and one more wordy quiz:

First bike: I had a tricycle when I was three, it was metal and I am pretty sure it was purple
First best friend: Melissa Merrill, fourth grade
First car: an 87 nissan sentra, red; it was mine from 93-97
First job: aside from babysitting gigs? when I was 15 I started my career in food service at GD Ritzy's in Fort Myers, Florida
First screen name: my very first screenname was my full name, first, last & initial, on the hip mama boards. I was clueless.
First self purchased album: the Beatles, Love Songs
First pet: I'm not sure if the puppy came before the kitten, but neither one lasted long. the kitten had to be given away after it gave me cat scratch disease.
First piercing/tattoo: I got one ear pierced when I was 18, and the both done when I was 20.
First independent home: I got my first apartment when I was 20, February 1988. it was a nightmare of rattan furniture, in a way that was not at all my fault. it was hideous and I hated it. I moved out in May.
First credit card: I got my first one late, which is a good thing, I guess. I got it when I was pregnant with Nash and a couple hundred bucks right away on maternity clothes.
First love: David in the first grade. he sat behind me, and he used to slip me pringles chips out of his lunch box during class. my second love (after david moved away) was later that year, and his name was either Kirk or Kurt. I got it wrong half of the time, but that's okay because he always called me Corleen. We played monopoly - I would help him with the reading parts and he'd help me with the math. It was a great relationship. Kirk/Kurt, where are you?
First enemy: no idea. I went to elementary school with a whole host of meanies.
First big trip: what is big? as a child, I went with my family to california (from florida) when I was 4 or 5. When I was 16, I went all the way to the USSR.
First play/musical/performance: I was maid marian in robin hood with my 2nd grade class, which consisted of 5 children. I was the only girl in the class. I had no lines.
Last movie seen: I went to see The Whale Rider yesterday afternoon. It was lovely and hard. I cried from the get go.
Last book read: I read all of Little House on The Prairie last night! for the first time in many years.
Last cuss word uttered: I have no fucking idea
Last beverage drank: iced chai with honey & soy milk
Last Food consumed: leftover evil jungle prince, using the east village inky recipe
Last crush: like I'm going to answer this
Last kiss: Liam Everett Vercouteren Murphy
Last phone call: my mother
Last TV. show watched: queer eye for the straight guy
Last time showered: I took a bath this morning
Last shoes worn: my painfully smelly mary janes with the studs
Last cd played: the bottle let me down
Last item bought: an obscenely large thing of popcorn at the movies yesterday
Last downloaded: an anti-virus and firewall thing that I don't entirely understand
Last annoyance: my back is still sore from falling up the stairs back on monday
Last soda drank: dr. pepper a few days ago
Last word written: "ago"
Last word spoken: okay
Last sleep: this morning I was able to go back to bed from about 8 til 10, which is a rare treat.
Last IM: last week or maybe longer ago than that... it was with max.
Last weird encounter: I have no energy for this question.
Last ice cream eaten: last week, I fiished off Liam's birthday ice cream in a root beer float.
Last time amused: this morning
Last time wanting to die: it's been since 1987
Last time hugged: this morning
Last chair sat in: my computer chair, which is really a dining table chair, wooden with reddish brown vinyl. it's technically my dad's.
Last shirt worn: I'm wearing a shirt today that pleases me very much. my mom put it on Nash the last time we were at her house, after he'd mushed bean burrito al over himself. it's dark blue with a big white women's symbol and it says, "womanstrength, womanpower, womandream" in small block letters with "Sonia" written in cursive in the center. I wonder if it's from some Sonia Johnson campaign.
Last web page visited: bust.com

I got the news from meghan about the suicide in korea, and I wanted to send her something hopeful and beautiful for this day, and then I thought: why just send it to meghan? why not... the world!
I heard about this project from my friend lli, who posted it in her journal. I'm into it - I'll be leaving at least one book in the park today.
love to you all, coleen

ps happy birthday, john kleber!

A "Poetical Happening"

On Sept. 11th, join a "poetical happening" and free a book!

Because a book is a symbol of freedom, sharing and tolerance.

On Sept. 11th, 2003, take a book which is important for you, a book that has changed your vision on the world, write in it a dedication, a few words, an address, or a drawing, and free it!

Leave it on a roadside bench, a bus stop or in a cafe making it available for any unknown reader!

In this way Sept. 11th will be not only an anniversary of tragedy.

Together let us affect this global sorrow with creative and generous action!

A general mobilization from Bruxelles, Paris, Florence, San Francisco, Denver, Chicago, New York, Seattle, Whidbey Island and more! Almost all over the world readers, artists, writers, poets, and publishers of vision and heart will free books that are important for them on Thursday Sept. 11th 2003.

Readers, authors, publishers - free a book!
Because a book is a symbol of freedom, sharing and tolerance!
Some who have already decided to free a book:

Sophie Buyse, Anatole Atlas, Alejandro Jodorowsky, Evrahim Baran, Graziano Staino, Guy Montens, David Giannoni, Patrick Depauld, Luca Del Punta, Xavier Löwenthal, Antonio Bertoli, Emmanuel Lequeux, Marco Parente, Martin Bakero, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Nati B. Laïtem, Cristina Abati, Ed Sanders, Carlo Salvador, Luigi Grechi, Anne Waldman, Marianne Costa, Giuseppe Monaco, Leslie Aguillard of Denver, Victory Lee Schouten
This poetical happening originated with:
Éditions Maelström - Bruxelles, Éditions Le Veilleur - Paris,
Edizioni CityLights - Firenze, City Lights Publishers - San Francisco,
A.C. Biofficina - Roma - Leslie Aguillard, Denver
Belgium: info@maelstromeditions.com
France: e.lequeux@tiscali.fr
Italy: citylights@firenze.net
U.S.A. : stacey@citylights.com
Because a book is a symbol of freedom, sharing and tolerance!
Victory Lee Schouten < victory@greatpath.com >
Great Path Publishing < http://www.greatpath.com/ >
Phone/Fax: 1-360-331-7099 Ordering: 1-800-858-5063
P.O. Box 882, Freeland, WA 98249, USA

"The moon rolls through the trees, rises
from them, and waits."
-William Stafford

Thursday, September 04, 2003

sure, I'll do this one again...

1 MINUTE AGO: I was looking at my library account info, reserving a dave eggers book, wondering what else to reserve
1 DAY AGO: sitting here procrastinating on all of the written work I have to do, just like I am now, and waiting for the west wing to come on
1 WEEK AGO: freaking out about getting the house clean for liam's birthday party, realizing that the washing machine was broken, struggling with getting my mamaphonic essay out of my head and on to the page/screen
1 YEAR AGO: recovering from liam's birthday & settling back in to work and life at home after the summer away, just as I am now.
I HURT: sometimes, just like everybody else
I LOVE: to have a whole stack of books waiting for me to dive in
I HATE: mortality
I FEAR: death and pain
I HOPE: that liam's prediction of living until he's 100 comes true
I LISTEN: to nash talk allllllll day sometimes
I HIDE: from my children by reading in the bathroom, sitting on the floor, when I've reached my limit.
I DRIVE: myself crazy with my procastination
I PLAY: the same elvis costello song (I turn around) over and over sometimes
I MISS: my grandma
I LEARNED: some kung fu tonight, from observing nash's class
I KNOW: I have issues
I WAIT: til the last minute
I NEED: my own place
I THINK: about writing way more than I actually do it
Current Clothes: black calvin klein boxer briefs and a light blue t-shirt that says: "Shelburne Falls" in glittery, gold letters.
Current Mood: anxious, tired, cranky
Current Music: two little snorers
Current Taste: dr. pepper
Current Hair: pulled back, but dude, I had it so big earlier tonight
Current Annoyance: I'm not saying
Current Smell: I can smell my hair goop, frizz-ease stuff
Current thing I should be doing: writing up the order of service for sunday and oy, so much other stuff
Current Desktop Picture: emily the strange (or is it emily strange?)
Current Favorite bands/singers: the breeders, big star, whoever does that "stuck in indianapolis" song
Current Book: I just finished "mom, murder & apple pie" an anthology of mysteries realting to all three topics. it was good in parts - I'm gonna send it on, though. I'm also reading the MamaPhiles zine.
Current Movie In VCR: it's empty. with the exception of my 10 PM west wing fix, the tv has been off all week, and will be til sunday afternoon, when the little buggers can watch themselves into a scooby induced coma
Current Refreshment: I'm about to go get my dr. pepper and some water
Current Worry: coming across as (un)professional and (dis)organized this weekend.
Current Crush: bah. no soild crush energy at this time.

Monday, September 01, 2003

I woke up with a migraine today. although I must say, it's been since june, so that's pretty good, considering that for most of lastyear, I was getting them monthly like clockwork.
liam was overwhelmed by his party and I feel bad about that. I'm relieved that less than half of the kids we invited showed - he reached his limit at about 4 friends, so it would have been hellish if devlin, pearlie, jobeth, mia, silas, eli, adeline, sofia, vivian, felicity, julian and isabella had been added to the mix... although if the weather had been cooperative and we had been able to go out back as well as indoors, I think he would have been more okay with it. and what a contradiction he is - convinced that his birthday wouldn't be for real unless he had friends over, singing and blowing out the candles, even though he didn't really enjoy the process.
my birthday when I was 4 or 5 (no one remembers. it's a curse having a better memory than your parents) ended in disaster as a result of over-celebrating... I don't rememember the first two parties, but the last one was at my maternal grandparents house, with most of my mother's six brothers and sisters gathered around, and when the cake came out, and they were all singing and looking at me I just couldn't take it. as I started to sob I heard my mother say, "it's her third birthday cake today, I guess it's too much..."
when I got a couple of years older, though, I longed for big birthday parties. I always wanted a surprise party.
ow ow ow my belly hurts. I say "belly" because it is both my stomach and my guts that are in an upheaval. I feel tentatively that it was the pizza. after a week of carefully avoiding dairy, I had pizza with my dad last night. I find it typically ridiculous of me that I didn't eat any of liam's cake because it had butter in it and was frosted with cream cheese (my favorite!), but then ate three slices of gooey pizza with my father. now my stomach hurts, my guts are twisted, my head aches and I'm all stuffed up. so there you have it: I really should get back to my early twenties lifestyle of reserving dairy for special occasions only. that was so much easier then, when I mainly lived on restaurant food of the chinese, thai and jamaican varieties.
back to birthdays:
I get sad when my birthday goes unobserved. I always want a party or something, a little something special. my favorite adult birthday was 25, when saasha and aimee threw a party for me at their place, and at least a hundred people were there, I really felt the love.
what do I want for my birthday?
a night out. a lot of nights out! a girlfriend. the new puffy amiyumi cd, and some yeah yeah yeahs, something by the donnas, and some rufus wainright (at camp, john played this rufus wainright song for me - maybe it's called cigarettes and chocolate milk? - and I was like, is this neil finn? no! rufus w.! I am the last, it seems, to discover rufus w.)... time, immortality, good health. high quality non-dairy cream cheese, a lifetime supply of edensoy extra vanilla. regular babysitting. free photo processing. a professional massage. my friends all around me.