Nash is just old enough to be thrilled by the punnyness of it all.
Friday, January 28, 2005
Friday, January 21, 2005
new york is cold but...
so I had this great brunchy lunch with saasha on wednesday, just before my train home, good talk, good food, and it was all nice and fun and satisfying at a beautiful little place in brooklyn (on myrtle, between washington & waverly), so after I finished my horseradishy eggs I ordered a meatball sandwich to go, said goodbye, and then I schlepped my things down to the subway, and then into penn station, where I bought black & white cookies for those at home who demanded them, and a large iced coffee for myself because I was sleep deprived and possibly a bit hungover, long talks and cocktails with chris the night before til after 2, not asleep til after 3 and then jumping up at 9 to start packing up and rushing around, and anyway, the iced coffee, it was hard to juggle all of my stuff and an iced coffee, and even with it I kept nearly nodding off as I waited for the boarding call and then, on the train, fifteen minutes down the road and a migraine kicks in so I take the excedrin and feel the madness of coffee + migraine pills and I listen to my music and read my magazine and concentrate on not grinding my teeth or chewing my cheek or clenching my fists and after a few hours I feel better, and hungry, and so I eat that to go sandwich, and it's awesome, this soft, triangular bread so that it's almost like a pocket or whatever, full of cheese and sauce and meat and I think (when did I switch tenses anyway? no matter - ) about how this is actually my first meatball sandwich in about three years, the last one being one I got delivered and thoroughly enjoyed on an evening when the kids and I wound up afflicted with our first (of two) truly awful stomach flus during our first six months in new orleans, and the violent vomiting of said sandwich was enough to put me off of them for quite a while, but this sandwich, wednesday's sandwich, that sandwich from brooklyn, this triangular delight, it was so good, it was so soft and juicy and...
it was 3 or 4 hours before my stomach began to throb. I ate lord knows how many papaya enzyme tablets. I pleaded with my stomach. you know, silently. I read my book (the lovely bones) and refrained from moaning aloud only because I am extremely self-conscious and the train was packed. I thought about the double irony of a) my recent history with meatball sandwiches and b) the fact that on the trip up it had crossed my mind how truly awful it would be to get all vomity on the train. and it was, friends, it was. goddamn.
nobody has ever flat out told me that they like to puke, although I do know folks who've done it as part of a performance, for shock value, or as the result of a dare, and seem to have been able to walk away feeling fine. I have always hated to puke, and it's not an exaggeration to say that I did it nearly every day of my pregnancy with nash, and then again with my pregnancy with liam, and that with that second nine month stint, something, presumably related to my gall bladder gone bad scenario, shifted and vomiting became more horrible, more painful and always with this almost comical projectile violence. and that has stayed on, friends. the broken (or are they just bruised?) blood vessels around my eyes tell the tale.
so, I'm home. and it's good to be home but it'd be better to be well. it was a great trip but it would have been better to not finish it off with a pukefest on rails. I'm back on sugar until I'm feeling better, because ginger ale is a really important part of life right now. I haven't puked since wednesday, but I hurt, I hurt all over but especially my stomach, ow ow ow.
so I had this great brunchy lunch with saasha on wednesday, just before my train home, good talk, good food, and it was all nice and fun and satisfying at a beautiful little place in brooklyn (on myrtle, between washington & waverly), so after I finished my horseradishy eggs I ordered a meatball sandwich to go, said goodbye, and then I schlepped my things down to the subway, and then into penn station, where I bought black & white cookies for those at home who demanded them, and a large iced coffee for myself because I was sleep deprived and possibly a bit hungover, long talks and cocktails with chris the night before til after 2, not asleep til after 3 and then jumping up at 9 to start packing up and rushing around, and anyway, the iced coffee, it was hard to juggle all of my stuff and an iced coffee, and even with it I kept nearly nodding off as I waited for the boarding call and then, on the train, fifteen minutes down the road and a migraine kicks in so I take the excedrin and feel the madness of coffee + migraine pills and I listen to my music and read my magazine and concentrate on not grinding my teeth or chewing my cheek or clenching my fists and after a few hours I feel better, and hungry, and so I eat that to go sandwich, and it's awesome, this soft, triangular bread so that it's almost like a pocket or whatever, full of cheese and sauce and meat and I think (when did I switch tenses anyway? no matter - ) about how this is actually my first meatball sandwich in about three years, the last one being one I got delivered and thoroughly enjoyed on an evening when the kids and I wound up afflicted with our first (of two) truly awful stomach flus during our first six months in new orleans, and the violent vomiting of said sandwich was enough to put me off of them for quite a while, but this sandwich, wednesday's sandwich, that sandwich from brooklyn, this triangular delight, it was so good, it was so soft and juicy and...
it was 3 or 4 hours before my stomach began to throb. I ate lord knows how many papaya enzyme tablets. I pleaded with my stomach. you know, silently. I read my book (the lovely bones) and refrained from moaning aloud only because I am extremely self-conscious and the train was packed. I thought about the double irony of a) my recent history with meatball sandwiches and b) the fact that on the trip up it had crossed my mind how truly awful it would be to get all vomity on the train. and it was, friends, it was. goddamn.
nobody has ever flat out told me that they like to puke, although I do know folks who've done it as part of a performance, for shock value, or as the result of a dare, and seem to have been able to walk away feeling fine. I have always hated to puke, and it's not an exaggeration to say that I did it nearly every day of my pregnancy with nash, and then again with my pregnancy with liam, and that with that second nine month stint, something, presumably related to my gall bladder gone bad scenario, shifted and vomiting became more horrible, more painful and always with this almost comical projectile violence. and that has stayed on, friends. the broken (or are they just bruised?) blood vessels around my eyes tell the tale.
so, I'm home. and it's good to be home but it'd be better to be well. it was a great trip but it would have been better to not finish it off with a pukefest on rails. I'm back on sugar until I'm feeling better, because ginger ale is a really important part of life right now. I haven't puked since wednesday, but I hurt, I hurt all over but especially my stomach, ow ow ow.
Thursday, December 30, 2004
end of year meme frenzy
beginning with five, from someone...
1. food that you love that is far far away:
oh man. tom kar guy from Surin Thai in atlanta. linguine with pesto from that italian place in coral gables - Cafe Itallia? just about anything from that southwestern fusion place in atlanta, out on cheshire bridge... Sunset Cafe? Sunset Grill?
2. what are you doing tonight?
coughing. listening to Liam cough. making and drinking lots of tea. trying to make Nash & Liam and my own self feel better. watching napoleon dynamite.
3. and for new year's?
ha, more of the same! topped off by watching the fireworks from my window, unless I fall asleep.
4. and this weekend?
I foresee continued recuperation. I'll go to work on sunday morning, and then settle in for 24 hours of dread until my monday morning dental appointment.
5. happy new year's!
right back atcha
beginning with five, from someone...
1. food that you love that is far far away:
oh man. tom kar guy from Surin Thai in atlanta. linguine with pesto from that italian place in coral gables - Cafe Itallia? just about anything from that southwestern fusion place in atlanta, out on cheshire bridge... Sunset Cafe? Sunset Grill?
2. what are you doing tonight?
coughing. listening to Liam cough. making and drinking lots of tea. trying to make Nash & Liam and my own self feel better. watching napoleon dynamite.
3. and for new year's?
ha, more of the same! topped off by watching the fireworks from my window, unless I fall asleep.
4. and this weekend?
I foresee continued recuperation. I'll go to work on sunday morning, and then settle in for 24 hours of dread until my monday morning dental appointment.
5. happy new year's!
right back atcha
Monday, December 27, 2004
meyers-briggs, with a twist
Jung Explorer Test
Actualized type: ENTJ
(who you are)
Preferred type: ENTJ
(who you prefer to be)
Attraction type: INTP
(who you are attracted to)
Take Jung Explorer Test
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Actualized type: ENTJ
(who you are)
| ENTJ - "Field Marshall". The basic driving force and need is to lead. Tend to seek a position of responsibility and enjoys being an executive. 1.8% of total population. |
(who you prefer to be)
| ENTJ - "Field Marshall". The basic driving force and need is to lead. Tend to seek a position of responsibility and enjoys being an executive. 1.8% of total population. |
| INTP - "Architect". Greatest precision in thought and language. Can readily discern contradictions and inconsistencies. The world exists primarily to be understood. 3.3% of total population. |
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Sunday, December 26, 2004
hell done froze over!
wow. I mean, you know? the snow? in new orleans? absolutely amazing. the snow in mississippi was amazing enough but here, in this city, it's so rare as to be somewhat miraculous and I'm very, very happy that I got to be part of it.
when I called a friend on the drive home from mississippi on the 24th, to report the snow, she was all, well, here in FLA it's 82 and lovely...
but I don't like 82. I don't want 82. 82 is not my lovely. snow! in new orleans! gorgeous. I wouldn't miss it for the world.
anyway. things are all okay. yesterday was a somewhat perfect day. ate chocolate, watched the sleet, saw meet the fockers (dustin! barbra! ha ha ha!), watched the sleety-snow, ate chinese food, watched and frolicked in the really, truly, fat snow, photographed the kids and their snowman, drank rum, read, slept...
the previous evening was okay, too. my mother dug out and gave to my kids two of the little vests knitted for my brother by my grandma, and although I didn't get any pictures I at least got to enjoy seeing them in them, all fancy for christmas eve and it was sweet.
now it's catch up week. not now, but tomorrow. bills to pay, calendars to mail, packages to assemble.
happy birthday to henry miller.
wow. I mean, you know? the snow? in new orleans? absolutely amazing. the snow in mississippi was amazing enough but here, in this city, it's so rare as to be somewhat miraculous and I'm very, very happy that I got to be part of it.
when I called a friend on the drive home from mississippi on the 24th, to report the snow, she was all, well, here in FLA it's 82 and lovely...
but I don't like 82. I don't want 82. 82 is not my lovely. snow! in new orleans! gorgeous. I wouldn't miss it for the world.
anyway. things are all okay. yesterday was a somewhat perfect day. ate chocolate, watched the sleet, saw meet the fockers (dustin! barbra! ha ha ha!), watched the sleety-snow, ate chinese food, watched and frolicked in the really, truly, fat snow, photographed the kids and their snowman, drank rum, read, slept...
the previous evening was okay, too. my mother dug out and gave to my kids two of the little vests knitted for my brother by my grandma, and although I didn't get any pictures I at least got to enjoy seeing them in them, all fancy for christmas eve and it was sweet.
now it's catch up week. not now, but tomorrow. bills to pay, calendars to mail, packages to assemble.
happy birthday to henry miller.
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
shirley jackson
(ganked from the writer's almanac)
It's the birthday of novelist and short story writer Shirley Jackson, born in San Francisco (1919). She grew up shy and awkward in California and never got along with her glamorous mother. So she married a literature professor and moved as far away from California as she could, to a small town in Vermont, where she raised four children.
She was a very eccentric woman. For most of her life, she heard voices and music that no one else could hear, and she believed that she was psychic. She kept half a dozen cats in her house and she said they often leapt up on her shoulder and whispered poems in her ear. She read dozens of books about witchcraft, and claimed that she had once used a voodoo doll to break a man's leg.
The people in her town talked about her behind her back, calling her a communist and atheist and a witch. Neighbors said the house was full of monstrous dust balls, and the children always had dirty tangled hair. She felt as though everyone in town was watching her and judging her, and she began to dread running into people at the local grocery store.
One spring afternoon, she returned from her daily errands and sat down to write a short story about a village where one person is chosen by lottery to be stoned to death every year. And that was "The Lottery," the short story that would make her name. She finished it in two hours and sent it off to the New Yorker magazine. When it was published there in 1948, more than four hundred readers wrote to the magazine demanding to know what the story meant, or asking to cancel their subscriptions because they were so disturbed.
Jackson was always proud that the white supremacist government of South Africa had banned "The Lottery," because she felt that they, at least, understood the story.
Even though "The Lottery" made her famous, she still struggled to find time to write while raising four children. She once said, "Fifty percent of my life was spent washing and dressing the children, cooking, [cleaning] and mending." But she loved to inspire her children's imagination. One night, during a fierce thunderstorm, she took all the children out to the front porch and encouraged them to roar back at the thunder.
She eventually wrote two best-selling memoirs about the experience of parenting, Life Among the Savages (1953) and Raising Demons (1957). She also wrote horror novels such as The Haunting of Hill House (1959) and We Have Always Lived in the Castle (1962).
Shirley Jackson said, "I tell myself stories all day long. I have managed to weave a fairy-tale of infinite complexity around the inanimate objects in my house... No one in my family is surprised to find me putting the waffle iron away on a different shelf because...it has quarreled with the toaster... It looks kind of crazy, of course. But it does take the edge off cold reality."
She also said, "[Writing is] a way of making daily life into a wonderfully unusual thing instead of a grind."
(ganked from the writer's almanac)
It's the birthday of novelist and short story writer Shirley Jackson, born in San Francisco (1919). She grew up shy and awkward in California and never got along with her glamorous mother. So she married a literature professor and moved as far away from California as she could, to a small town in Vermont, where she raised four children.
She was a very eccentric woman. For most of her life, she heard voices and music that no one else could hear, and she believed that she was psychic. She kept half a dozen cats in her house and she said they often leapt up on her shoulder and whispered poems in her ear. She read dozens of books about witchcraft, and claimed that she had once used a voodoo doll to break a man's leg.
The people in her town talked about her behind her back, calling her a communist and atheist and a witch. Neighbors said the house was full of monstrous dust balls, and the children always had dirty tangled hair. She felt as though everyone in town was watching her and judging her, and she began to dread running into people at the local grocery store.
One spring afternoon, she returned from her daily errands and sat down to write a short story about a village where one person is chosen by lottery to be stoned to death every year. And that was "The Lottery," the short story that would make her name. She finished it in two hours and sent it off to the New Yorker magazine. When it was published there in 1948, more than four hundred readers wrote to the magazine demanding to know what the story meant, or asking to cancel their subscriptions because they were so disturbed.
Jackson was always proud that the white supremacist government of South Africa had banned "The Lottery," because she felt that they, at least, understood the story.
Even though "The Lottery" made her famous, she still struggled to find time to write while raising four children. She once said, "Fifty percent of my life was spent washing and dressing the children, cooking, [cleaning] and mending." But she loved to inspire her children's imagination. One night, during a fierce thunderstorm, she took all the children out to the front porch and encouraged them to roar back at the thunder.
She eventually wrote two best-selling memoirs about the experience of parenting, Life Among the Savages (1953) and Raising Demons (1957). She also wrote horror novels such as The Haunting of Hill House (1959) and We Have Always Lived in the Castle (1962).
Shirley Jackson said, "I tell myself stories all day long. I have managed to weave a fairy-tale of infinite complexity around the inanimate objects in my house... No one in my family is surprised to find me putting the waffle iron away on a different shelf because...it has quarreled with the toaster... It looks kind of crazy, of course. But it does take the edge off cold reality."
She also said, "[Writing is] a way of making daily life into a wonderfully unusual thing instead of a grind."
Monday, December 13, 2004
Sunday, December 12, 2004
papa noel
yesterday was long, long, long. my big plans for a bonfire party were foiled by the inexplicably hard (for me) to discover news that the algiers bonfire was actually last night, not next saturday. so all day, the kids and I went from one festive event to another: the fair at church, a friend's going away party, and then the bonfire. it was too much.
but the bonfire was cool - I mean, it's a really big fire, what's not to love? right after they light it, papa noel comes riding up on a boat. I have to say, I got a little teary when my kids started jumping up and down screaming for santa. as proud as I was when three year old Nash referred to mr. claus as "that christmas guy" - that's how touched I am when they get all psyched for santa. it's a trade off. I mean, if the life and adventures of santa claus didn't exist I might not have been able to buy in, but what the hey. santa was part of my atheist childhood and we really, really enjoyed him. it feels okay for him to be a part of my children's atheist-uu-paganesque upbringing, too.
I was relieved to hear Liam ask santa for a bionicle and not for a chameleon or a puppy, which were included on his earlier lists. I didn't catch any of Nash's conversation with the man.
yesterday was long, long, long. my big plans for a bonfire party were foiled by the inexplicably hard (for me) to discover news that the algiers bonfire was actually last night, not next saturday. so all day, the kids and I went from one festive event to another: the fair at church, a friend's going away party, and then the bonfire. it was too much.
but the bonfire was cool - I mean, it's a really big fire, what's not to love? right after they light it, papa noel comes riding up on a boat. I have to say, I got a little teary when my kids started jumping up and down screaming for santa. as proud as I was when three year old Nash referred to mr. claus as "that christmas guy" - that's how touched I am when they get all psyched for santa. it's a trade off. I mean, if the life and adventures of santa claus didn't exist I might not have been able to buy in, but what the hey. santa was part of my atheist childhood and we really, really enjoyed him. it feels okay for him to be a part of my children's atheist-uu-paganesque upbringing, too.
I was relieved to hear Liam ask santa for a bionicle and not for a chameleon or a puppy, which were included on his earlier lists. I didn't catch any of Nash's conversation with the man.
minding the days
I got my 2005 edition of yo mama's daybook in the mail today and damn, it's beautiful, the cover is black and red. I am looking through, filling in birthdays and road trips...
tuesday I will pick up the 2005 mama calendars, and they will be beautiful, too, although in black and white.
I love to mind the days!
I got my 2005 edition of yo mama's daybook in the mail today and damn, it's beautiful, the cover is black and red. I am looking through, filling in birthdays and road trips...
tuesday I will pick up the 2005 mama calendars, and they will be beautiful, too, although in black and white.
I love to mind the days!
Friday, December 10, 2004
fa la la la la
so I've started my weird month of watching holiday themed/related movies. the other day we watched 8 crazy nights (ugh), and last night it was the shop around the corner ( lovely!) and then, after the kids were alseep, bad santa (great although with a dose of heaviness that I wasn't expecting). next will be the rugrats chanukah special! which is the only rugrats thing that I've ever enjoyed. aside from the watches, I mean. and then the cartoon network holiday dvd. watching the johnny bravo christmas episode has emerged as a holiday tradition for the kids and me over the past three years. it's amazing!
I have so far been unable to secure a copy of emmet otter's jug band christmas. this is devastating. I'm also looking for the pee wee's playhouse christmas special. no luck.
last night I watched hi life, another seasonal selection that I found by searching for films with "christmas" in the description... which makes me feel like the biggest of weirdoes... but I loved it, it starred some of my favorite people. watching campbell scott I realized he is who I wish had been the male lead in eternal sunshine. by the same token I'd have cast julie delpy in shakespeare in love.
we also celebrated last night by baking the season's first chocolate chip cookies. it was my first experiment with earth balance shortening: good, but a little more dense than crisco cookies. it's harder to stir and has a little bit of a smell before baking. but no trans fats! hey!
I'm looking up recipes for body scrubs and other stuff that I can make for gifts. brown sugar scrubs with ginger or vanilla. I'm into it.
so I've started my weird month of watching holiday themed/related movies. the other day we watched 8 crazy nights (ugh), and last night it was the shop around the corner ( lovely!) and then, after the kids were alseep, bad santa (great although with a dose of heaviness that I wasn't expecting). next will be the rugrats chanukah special! which is the only rugrats thing that I've ever enjoyed. aside from the watches, I mean. and then the cartoon network holiday dvd. watching the johnny bravo christmas episode has emerged as a holiday tradition for the kids and me over the past three years. it's amazing!
I have so far been unable to secure a copy of emmet otter's jug band christmas. this is devastating. I'm also looking for the pee wee's playhouse christmas special. no luck.
last night I watched hi life, another seasonal selection that I found by searching for films with "christmas" in the description... which makes me feel like the biggest of weirdoes... but I loved it, it starred some of my favorite people. watching campbell scott I realized he is who I wish had been the male lead in eternal sunshine. by the same token I'd have cast julie delpy in shakespeare in love.
we also celebrated last night by baking the season's first chocolate chip cookies. it was my first experiment with earth balance shortening: good, but a little more dense than crisco cookies. it's harder to stir and has a little bit of a smell before baking. but no trans fats! hey!
I'm looking up recipes for body scrubs and other stuff that I can make for gifts. brown sugar scrubs with ginger or vanilla. I'm into it.
Thursday, December 09, 2004
Friday, December 03, 2004
I've heard this one before...
You are a WRDL--Wacky Rational Destructive Leader. This makes you a Enemy of the State.
You are charismatic and winning and a very dangerous enemy. You favor justice over compassion, and would almost rather see your opponent fail than you succeed.
You impact the lives of those around you more than any other personality. People remember your name and respect you. You are a tremendous amount of fun to be around and astonishing to watch. You are generally abstinent in your habits, and you like things tidy and ordered.
When picking teams, it is smartest for others to pick yours.
Of the 63295 people who have taken this quiz since tracking began (8/17/2004), 1.5 % are this type.
you go
You are a WRDL--Wacky Rational Destructive Leader. This makes you a Enemy of the State.
You are charismatic and winning and a very dangerous enemy. You favor justice over compassion, and would almost rather see your opponent fail than you succeed.
You impact the lives of those around you more than any other personality. People remember your name and respect you. You are a tremendous amount of fun to be around and astonishing to watch. You are generally abstinent in your habits, and you like things tidy and ordered.
When picking teams, it is smartest for others to pick yours.
Of the 63295 people who have taken this quiz since tracking began (8/17/2004), 1.5 % are this type.
you go
Monday, November 15, 2004
layout
the first time I made the calendar, it was november, 2000, and I laid it out on my living room floor while listening to "red hot & blue" over and over and over again. this was in mississippi, in an ugly, ranch style house. the kids were asleep in our bedroom. when mbd got home I got him to lay out the recipe page for me.
the second time, it was on the living/bedroom room floor of our little shotgun double on pacific avenue, with the kids asleep in the bunkbeds behind me, the tv on all night long, and at five AM I watched that show, you know, with brett butler as a single mom? grace under fire! yep. before that I watched/listened to a couple of episodes of the nanny. it was cable-free livin.
the third time... I remember nothing in particular about layout. I know I did it upstairs on my bedroom floor, the big house where we live now, the kids asleep in the bunkbeds, I'll bet I had the tv on. cable.
last year, the fourth time, I said to myself, damn, I'm not gonna kill my back with that, I'm doing it downstairs on the table, and besides, mbd's sister was staying with us and during the cold snap we had her and her baby as well as my kids and me sleeping in the upstairs bedroom because downstairs doesn't really get any of the heat, doesn't keep it anyway. and I did it in two nights. I tried to do it in one and felt like a big sissy for not being able to. I listened to music and I can't remember what. I was freezing.
this year I'm sure I'll do some of each - table and floor. I'll have the house to myself for 48 hours! so I won't feel all panicky to get it done before the kids wake up. when I get that wave of self-loathing at the 11th hour and feel like, oh god, how embarrassing, this is hideous and I'm a joke and people will only buy it because they pity me, I'll just go to bed. I'll have so much time. I hope, I hope, I hope that this all works out.
I need to lay in the snacks. and the dvds.
the first time I made the calendar, it was november, 2000, and I laid it out on my living room floor while listening to "red hot & blue" over and over and over again. this was in mississippi, in an ugly, ranch style house. the kids were asleep in our bedroom. when mbd got home I got him to lay out the recipe page for me.
the second time, it was on the living/bedroom room floor of our little shotgun double on pacific avenue, with the kids asleep in the bunkbeds behind me, the tv on all night long, and at five AM I watched that show, you know, with brett butler as a single mom? grace under fire! yep. before that I watched/listened to a couple of episodes of the nanny. it was cable-free livin.
the third time... I remember nothing in particular about layout. I know I did it upstairs on my bedroom floor, the big house where we live now, the kids asleep in the bunkbeds, I'll bet I had the tv on. cable.
last year, the fourth time, I said to myself, damn, I'm not gonna kill my back with that, I'm doing it downstairs on the table, and besides, mbd's sister was staying with us and during the cold snap we had her and her baby as well as my kids and me sleeping in the upstairs bedroom because downstairs doesn't really get any of the heat, doesn't keep it anyway. and I did it in two nights. I tried to do it in one and felt like a big sissy for not being able to. I listened to music and I can't remember what. I was freezing.
this year I'm sure I'll do some of each - table and floor. I'll have the house to myself for 48 hours! so I won't feel all panicky to get it done before the kids wake up. when I get that wave of self-loathing at the 11th hour and feel like, oh god, how embarrassing, this is hideous and I'm a joke and people will only buy it because they pity me, I'll just go to bed. I'll have so much time. I hope, I hope, I hope that this all works out.
I need to lay in the snacks. and the dvds.
Friday, November 05, 2004
active, creative resistance
in the interest of channeling my feelings about the election into something constructive, I am working on making this year's mama calendar into an expression of active resistance.
you may have already seen my call for submissions (and orders!) around the web, but I am passing it on again, and adding a special request. this will be the first of my calendars with a defined theme beyond celebrating progressive mamas & their kin. I want to place an emphasis on parents as activists, and all of the ways that that plays out, with words and picures relating to what it means to be an activist parent, what it means to build a family-inclusive radical movement (thanks to M*A*M*A for that phrasing), and all of the ways that parenthood informs our activism and vice versa.
so, yes, as always I want your beautiful pictures of children & families at protests but I want to go beyond, that, too, I want to dig deeper and I want to include numerous resource lists, I want the calendar to function as a calendar, yes, and a thing of beauty but also a guide for functioning in a year of resistance (not the first and not the last, but one of many). I am thinking of stories and images of youth activism, for example, and of images and stories of and from the M*A*M*A collective in NYC. these are just jumping off places.
the standard call for submissions is here, along with complete ordering information and photos from last year's edition. let me know how you can help give this project shape, and please do pass this around.
in the interest of channeling my feelings about the election into something constructive, I am working on making this year's mama calendar into an expression of active resistance.
you may have already seen my call for submissions (and orders!) around the web, but I am passing it on again, and adding a special request. this will be the first of my calendars with a defined theme beyond celebrating progressive mamas & their kin. I want to place an emphasis on parents as activists, and all of the ways that that plays out, with words and picures relating to what it means to be an activist parent, what it means to build a family-inclusive radical movement (thanks to M*A*M*A for that phrasing), and all of the ways that parenthood informs our activism and vice versa.
so, yes, as always I want your beautiful pictures of children & families at protests but I want to go beyond, that, too, I want to dig deeper and I want to include numerous resource lists, I want the calendar to function as a calendar, yes, and a thing of beauty but also a guide for functioning in a year of resistance (not the first and not the last, but one of many). I am thinking of stories and images of youth activism, for example, and of images and stories of and from the M*A*M*A collective in NYC. these are just jumping off places.
the standard call for submissions is here, along with complete ordering information and photos from last year's edition. let me know how you can help give this project shape, and please do pass this around.
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
thursday
from the league of pissed off voters:
• The League hereby declares November 4th, 2004 a National Day of Love and Sustainability. Take care of yourselves and each other. We're in this for life.
from the league of pissed off voters:
• The League hereby declares November 4th, 2004 a National Day of Love and Sustainability. Take care of yourselves and each other. We're in this for life.
Monday, October 25, 2004
so funny I forgot to laugh
ha!
at the last minute, nash has chosen to be pee wee herman for halloween! I'm so proud. we got him a grey suit and white shirt... he still needs a red bowtie and what, white keds? and I want to make the helmet somehow...
he's going to walk his bike as a prop.
I am thinking posession of a digital camera should be required for admission to this halloween soiree I'm throwing.
meanwhile, we got liam a good hat and eyepatch for his captain hook. not that I've ever seen the captain with an eyepatch, but he wants one. he has this great cloth hook, I think it actually came from a happy meal last year when the new peter pan came out. we have an assortment of piratey things with which to embellish him.
and me, well, I had this moment of I'll be Miss Yvonne after all! or Dottie! but I couldn't find the right things for either of those ladies, so I'm kinda stuck with my cowgirl thing. which is FINE. I need a gunbelt.
ha!
at the last minute, nash has chosen to be pee wee herman for halloween! I'm so proud. we got him a grey suit and white shirt... he still needs a red bowtie and what, white keds? and I want to make the helmet somehow...
he's going to walk his bike as a prop.
I am thinking posession of a digital camera should be required for admission to this halloween soiree I'm throwing.
meanwhile, we got liam a good hat and eyepatch for his captain hook. not that I've ever seen the captain with an eyepatch, but he wants one. he has this great cloth hook, I think it actually came from a happy meal last year when the new peter pan came out. we have an assortment of piratey things with which to embellish him.
and me, well, I had this moment of I'll be Miss Yvonne after all! or Dottie! but I couldn't find the right things for either of those ladies, so I'm kinda stuck with my cowgirl thing. which is FINE. I need a gunbelt.
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
yesterday
Nash, while eating his breakfast, has lined up my five how to get stupid white men out of office bookmarks in a row and is reading/singing them over and over again, line by line, as in
HOW to get HOW to get HOW to get HOW to get HOW to get
stupid white MEN! stupid white MEN! stupid white MEN! stupid white MEN! stupid white MEN!
out of offfffffice, out of offffice, out of offfffice, out of offfffice, out of offfffffice...
it's pretty amazing.
I have to go to the bank, the grocery store, and to work. to My Office. week before last I spent an entire day reconfiguring my office and it's lovely. I got my new computer in there and arranged things in such a way that there is a lot of open space for coming in and browsing the bookshelves, space for sitting and working at a table and desk, and then, back in the corner, a cozy little cubbyhole for me to sit and use the computer, surrounded by plants. it's very me. it just needs a paint job. well, and a new floor. but I can't keep waiting around for these things.
Nash, while eating his breakfast, has lined up my five how to get stupid white men out of office bookmarks in a row and is reading/singing them over and over again, line by line, as in
HOW to get HOW to get HOW to get HOW to get HOW to get
stupid white MEN! stupid white MEN! stupid white MEN! stupid white MEN! stupid white MEN!
out of offfffffice, out of offffice, out of offfffice, out of offfffice, out of offfffffice...
it's pretty amazing.
I have to go to the bank, the grocery store, and to work. to My Office. week before last I spent an entire day reconfiguring my office and it's lovely. I got my new computer in there and arranged things in such a way that there is a lot of open space for coming in and browsing the bookshelves, space for sitting and working at a table and desk, and then, back in the corner, a cozy little cubbyhole for me to sit and use the computer, surrounded by plants. it's very me. it just needs a paint job. well, and a new floor. but I can't keep waiting around for these things.
Thursday, October 07, 2004
a few of my favorite things
a pixies show and thai food? well, yeah...
a pixies show and thai food? well, yeah...
I am Indie Girl
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I'm going to wichita
liam woke me up by singing the bass line to 7 nation army.
then he said something hilarious that I forgot as soon as I fell back to sleep.
whatever it was, it reminded me of the funniest thing nash ever said to me, it was a couple of years ago,
one day when we got on the ferry on a hot, hot day, and we walked toward the part with the air conditioning
and he said, "yeah, let's go in to the condish." the condish! cracked me right up.yesterday we were listening
to bob marley in the car and nash was belting out jammin, the first song he ever sang, and I was reminiscing
(but not out loud) about how when he was two he sang it, "FUCKshawahwahwah!"
the first song that liam sang was tony's theme.
I need a baby book that records these things!
right now they're playing the games on the harry potter chamber of secrets dvd.
it's stormy and grey out, just like I like it.
You are Fluffy Mackerel Pudding!! You somehow
manage to combine seafood and dessert into your
wonderfully fluffy world. We should all be as
tolerant of New Taste Sensations. And of
big-yolked eggs.
What Weight Watchers recipe card from 1974 are you?
brought to you by quizilla
liam woke me up by singing the bass line to 7 nation army.
then he said something hilarious that I forgot as soon as I fell back to sleep.
whatever it was, it reminded me of the funniest thing nash ever said to me, it was a couple of years ago,
one day when we got on the ferry on a hot, hot day, and we walked toward the part with the air conditioning
and he said, "yeah, let's go in to the condish." the condish! cracked me right up.yesterday we were listening
to bob marley in the car and nash was belting out jammin, the first song he ever sang, and I was reminiscing
(but not out loud) about how when he was two he sang it, "FUCKshawahwahwah!"
the first song that liam sang was tony's theme.
I need a baby book that records these things!
right now they're playing the games on the harry potter chamber of secrets dvd.
it's stormy and grey out, just like I like it.
You are Fluffy Mackerel Pudding!! You somehow
manage to combine seafood and dessert into your
wonderfully fluffy world. We should all be as
tolerant of New Taste Sensations. And of
big-yolked eggs.
What Weight Watchers recipe card from 1974 are you?
brought to you by quizilla
Saturday, October 02, 2004
new orleans ladies
remember that song? here's some news for you:
7th ANNUAL NEW ORLEANS DYKE MARCH!
Friday October 8th, 2004
Kicking off New Orleans 25th Annual Pridefest Celebration!
7pm - PRE-MARCH RALLY - Jackson Square in the French Quarter, corner of St. Ann and Chartres Streets.
Drumming by Sisterbeat, fire performances, mixing and mingling!
8pm - MARCH - Steps off from Jackson Square at 8pm sharp and routes through the French Quarter
ending at One Eyed Jacks at 615 Toulouse St.
9pm - DYKESTRAVAGANZA: DYKE MARCH AFTER PARTY, One Eyed Jacks (615 Toulouse Street).
5 DJs - St. Blaize (Dallas, TX), 4renZic (NOLA), Beat Grrl (NOLA), Mags (NOLA), and Missy (Biloxi, MS)!
Go-Go Dancers, Kissing Booth, roving Drag Kings and who knows what else!
$2-20 sliding scale donation at the door (no dyke turned away for lack of funds).
18 and over. Don't miss the biggest dyke party of the year!
For further info and updates on all Dyke March events, visit www.dykemarchnola.com.
AND...we had so much fun last week that we're doing it again:Dyke-It-Yourself! Part Two!
Come make your own t-shirt or other wearable item for the New Orleans Dyke March at a D.I.Y.
T-Shirt Making Party! Bring your own T's, tanks, button-downs or other customizable clothing - whatever
you want - and we'll provide supplies for you to speak your mind!! Stencils, iron-on letters, puff paint, markers,
glitter - maybe even a Bedazzler! - and other fun crafty stuff to make yourself stand out in a crowd!! We'll also have
supplies to make signs/posters and noisemakers for use at the march.(If you have spare cans or bottles - plastic or
aluminum - sitting around the house, bring 'em to make noisemakers!)Surely with the state of our country and politics
today, and with the election right around the corner, you have something to say!! So come say it!!! Speak your mind!
Express yourself!
Sunday (tomorrow), October 3rd, 2004
Lesbian and Gay Community Center of New Orleans
2114 Decatur Street in the Marigny (back room/courtyard)
3 -5pm after Marshal Training (which is at 2pm)
more info: http://www.dykemarchnola.com
remember that song? here's some news for you:
7th ANNUAL NEW ORLEANS DYKE MARCH!
Friday October 8th, 2004
Kicking off New Orleans 25th Annual Pridefest Celebration!
7pm - PRE-MARCH RALLY - Jackson Square in the French Quarter, corner of St. Ann and Chartres Streets.
Drumming by Sisterbeat, fire performances, mixing and mingling!
8pm - MARCH - Steps off from Jackson Square at 8pm sharp and routes through the French Quarter
ending at One Eyed Jacks at 615 Toulouse St.
9pm - DYKESTRAVAGANZA: DYKE MARCH AFTER PARTY, One Eyed Jacks (615 Toulouse Street).
5 DJs - St. Blaize (Dallas, TX), 4renZic (NOLA), Beat Grrl (NOLA), Mags (NOLA), and Missy (Biloxi, MS)!
Go-Go Dancers, Kissing Booth, roving Drag Kings and who knows what else!
$2-20 sliding scale donation at the door (no dyke turned away for lack of funds).
18 and over. Don't miss the biggest dyke party of the year!
For further info and updates on all Dyke March events, visit www.dykemarchnola.com.
AND...we had so much fun last week that we're doing it again:Dyke-It-Yourself! Part Two!
Come make your own t-shirt or other wearable item for the New Orleans Dyke March at a D.I.Y.
T-Shirt Making Party! Bring your own T's, tanks, button-downs or other customizable clothing - whatever
you want - and we'll provide supplies for you to speak your mind!! Stencils, iron-on letters, puff paint, markers,
glitter - maybe even a Bedazzler! - and other fun crafty stuff to make yourself stand out in a crowd!! We'll also have
supplies to make signs/posters and noisemakers for use at the march.(If you have spare cans or bottles - plastic or
aluminum - sitting around the house, bring 'em to make noisemakers!)Surely with the state of our country and politics
today, and with the election right around the corner, you have something to say!! So come say it!!! Speak your mind!
Express yourself!
Sunday (tomorrow), October 3rd, 2004
Lesbian and Gay Community Center of New Orleans
2114 Decatur Street in the Marigny (back room/courtyard)
3 -5pm after Marshal Training (which is at 2pm)
more info: http://www.dykemarchnola.com
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