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Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sluggish
One of the posters on a social site I lurk on once posted the following observation about herself: "Yeah, I'm a lazy slug, but I leave a trail of glistening slime wherever I go!"


I've always sort of identified with that, for some reason.

Then my horoscope this week:

Taurus A recent National Geographic article reported on nudibranches: colorful, oddly shaped slugs that live in the sea. The members of a typical species, Nembrotha kubaryana, are whimsical blobs of neon green swirled with orange and purple. The slugs are "blind to their own beauty," however, because their eyes can only register the difference between light and dark. The "blind to their own beauty" thing reminds me of you, Taurus -- especially these days. Would you do me a favor and acknowledge your own charms more aggressively?

All right, FINE. In light of recent developments, I guess I'm not half bad.

Maybe.

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Monday, September 29, 2008
Is it time to panic yet?
Oh fuck.

Oh bugger me.

You know, at this point, it might just be more productive to set my money on fire.

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Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Puppet Master
Happy Birthday to one of the most creative, inspiring, funny, awesome people I never got to meet.

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Man, my entire generation was brought up on you.

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"Casual"
On heavy musical rotation: Bright Eyes' "Lover I Don't Have to Love," Dresden Dolls' "Coin-Operated Boy" and "Girl Anachronism," Damien Rice's "Volcano," and Rufus Wainwright's "Instant Pleasure."

Remembering: That it's about ME ME ME ME ME. I'm allowed to be selfish. In fact, I'm entitled to it.

Realizing: That I need to get out of my damn head so much and that time, more than anything, helps me deal. A solid night's sleep and a fulfilling dinner don't do any harm either. I need to stop over-fucking-reacting to every little thing.

Also realizing: I'm doing this because it's convenient and makes me feel good about myself. When it ceases being both of those things, I will stop. It's as simple as that.

And FURTHERMORE: I'm awesome.

So there.

With much thanks to: Lisa Nicole, Renee, and Sarah.

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Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Shut up, David Blaine.
Because once again, nobody cares.

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Monday, September 22, 2008
Missing in Action
As much as I am loathe to admit it -- I'm simply not ready -- it's fall. And per usual, I'm running in about 17 directions at once. Sadly, it's not for anything particularly exciting: work, school, photography, blah. Basically, it's nothing worth blogging about. However, knowing how upset some of you get when I don't post (Christopher), here's what I've been up to lately:

  • Work. Yeah, nothing too earth-shattering there. Editorial Conference is this week, but seeing as I have been relieved of my video duties, for the most part I am at my leisure this year.

  • School. I'm taking Elements of Design, which is actually turning out to be pretty rad. There's only two of us in the class, so I'm surprised that Rosemont didn't just go ahead and cancel it. But it's ended up being a good thing. Since it's just the two of us it's allowed the instructor to completely revamp the syllabus to suit our needs. And given that I've been bitching for the past two years that Rosemont needs more advanced design classes, it's so fucking nice to be getting personalized attention like this. However, class is on Saturdays. Which sucks.

  • Oh, Rosemont. While on the subject of school, there's about 15 levels of DRAMA and ISSUES going on over there. Luckily, most of it has nothing to do with me and I've managed to remain uninvolved. I do, however, have to hear about it from everyone and their Mom. So while I've had a mostly positive experience there, I am very glad that this is my final semester.

  • Oh yeah. Thesis. I couldn't find an adviser. But now I have one, so I need to get to work.

  • Panicking about Wales. Don't ask. No, don't. I told you not to as-- Fine. No, it's not done yet. No, I haven't done that either. Or that. Yes, I know. I KNOW. I AM AWARE. Please bite me.

  • Living with Gary. It's going quite well. We've begun setting up the reading room (!), hung most of the artwork (!!!), and the kitties are getting along well.

  • Bonus to living with Gary: Yesterday morning, I rolled out of bed, walked downstairs and sleepily collapsed on the couch to pet kitties. Gary wordlessly got up from his seat, walked to the kitchen, and returned with a cup of coffee for me. LOVE HIM.

  • Slowly making my way through all of Gary's awesome DVD collection. Now that we no longer have regular TV, it's allowed me to revisit some old favorites. We're currently zipping through The West Wing.

  • Obsessing over the polls. I swear to all that is good and holy, if McCain/Palin wins this thing America is DEAD to me.

  • Making my skin soft and supple. Leslie is now a Mary Kay consultant. She might as well be dealing me crystal meth. I can attest that the Microdermabrasion stuff and Satin Lips are both awesome.

  • Other things, which are not exactly prudent to blog about, but are indeed fun. Suffice to say, it's making me a happy girl, so I'm going to keep doing it.

  • No, I'm not going to elaborate. Shut up and leave me alone.

  • Taking part in a staged reading this Friday at Rosemont. I play Jill, a 20-something teacher in love with her boyfriend Chris. I haven't acted in a play since the 7th grade One Act Plays where I played "Doctor #2" in the acclaimed "Doctor, Doctor!" And there's a reason. I feel all awkward outside of the light booth.

  • Redesigning my brothers site, which I've done, but it still looks like ass and I swear if I don't get myself some hard core coding training sometime in the near future, I will EAT my FACE.

  • Trying, in vain, to get in shape for another 5K. I was actually going to do one this past Sunday, but ended up punking out. So now Stephanie is on my ass (right where I like her) to do this one in October.

  • The new season of Heroes beginning tonight! Thanks, Renee. Because I needed another sci-fi show to be obsessed about.

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Friday, September 19, 2008
Picture of the Day
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Awww. Me too, Kid. Me too.

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Tuesday, September 16, 2008
I'm kind of in love with Bluesgirly
Wow. She says it perfectly. Brilliant.

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Monday, September 15, 2008
A little goes a long way
"What happened to you?" Sarah asked me.

"What do you mean?" I replied.

"You're glowing. What happened?"

"Nothing happened!"

"..."

"It's true!"

"Look at you! You're GLOWING."

"I am not glowing."

"You look dangerous. High fives."

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Saturday, September 13, 2008
Coin-Operated Boy


Yep, pretty much.

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Thursday, September 11, 2008
Feminism vs. Sarah Palin
So to recap, in case you've just joined us: I hate Sarah Palin. No, I won't stop talking about it. The fact that she's managed to woo people and everyone keeps commenting on her feminism is making my head explode.

Stephanie drew my attention to this brilliant article on Salon. It reads, in part:
In this strange new pro-woman tableau, feminism -- a word that is being used all over the country with regard to Palin's potential power -- means voting for someone who would limit reproductive control, access to healthcare and funding for places like Covenant House Alaska, an organization that helps unwed teen mothers. It means cheering someone who allowed women to be charged for their rape kits while she was mayor of Wasilla, who supports the teaching of creationism alongside evolution, who has inquired locally about the possibility of using her position to ban children's books from the public library, who does not support the teaching of sex education.

In this "Handmaid's Tale"-inflected universe, in which femininity is worshipped but females will be denied rights, CNBC pundit Donny Deutsch tells us that we're witnessing "a new creation ... of the feminist ideal," the feminism being so ideal because instead of being voiced by hairy old bats with unattractive ideas about intellect and economy and politics and power, it's now embodied by a woman who, according to Deutsch, does what Hillary Clinton did not: "put a skirt on." "I want her watching my kids," says Deutsch. "I want her laying next to me in bed."

Welcome to 2008, the year a tough, wonky woman won a primary (lots of them, actually), an inspiring black man secured his party's nomination for the presidency, and a television talking head felt free to opine that a woman is qualified for executive office because he wants to bed her and have her watch his kids! Stop the election; I want to get off.

What Palin so seductively represents, not only to Donny Deutsch but to the general populace, is a form of feminine power that is utterly digestible to those who have no intellectual or political use for actual women. It's like some dystopian future ... feminism without any feminists.

Palin's femininity is one that is recognizable to most women: She's the kind of broad who speaks on behalf of other broads but appears not to like them very much. The kind of woman who, as Jessica Grose at Jezebel has eloquently noted, achieves her power by doing everything modern women believed they did not have to do: presenting herself as maternal and sexual, sucking up to men, evincing an absolute lack of native ambition, instead emphasizing her luck as the recipient of strong male support and approval. It works because these stances do not upset antiquated gender norms. So when the moment comes, when tolerance for and interest in female power have been forcibly expanded by Clinton, a woman more willing to throw elbows and defy gender expectations but who falls short of the goal, Palin is there, tapped as a supposedly perfect substitute by powerful men who appreciate her charms.


OK, first of all: Mr. Donnie Deutsch. EW. I totally just threw up in my mouth. Fuck off, shut up, go away bletch.

Everyone else: Read the rest of the article. It's phenomenal.

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Wednesday, September 10, 2008
5K redux
HOLY CRAP, THERE WERE A LOT OF FREAKIN HILLS.

I ended up walking a lot more than I would have liked, especially at the final hill, which was deemed "The Beast." No fucking kidding.

Still, I finished it. I had mentally (and foolishly) hoped to do it in 40 minutes. I ended up doing it in 48.

The best part of the race? The end, when I got to go to Su Tao for fabulous dinner.

Oh God, now Stephanie wants me to do more of them with her.

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Monday, September 08, 2008
From the mouths of others...
More political natterings for your perusal. Renee linked to this journal entry and I agree that it is very well said.

Even better? Rob's reaction to Sarah Palin over here.

And for a daily dose of funny, (because if I seriously don't laugh at this bullshit, I might go insane) Triumph the Insult Comic Dog at the Republican Convention:

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Friday, September 05, 2008
Flames! Flames, on the sides of my face.
To the surprise of absolutely no one, I don't like Sarah Palin. But then again, as a Jezebel article says, I don't like most people who are diabolically anti-choice, hunt wolves by chasing them down in planes and then shooting them when they get tired, supports tearing up the environment, banning books, and privatized healthcare. So, you know. Shocker.

However. Let's talk about this "community organizer" bullshit.

Sarah Palin and the McCain campaign have thrown this "insult" out a whopping 4 times in the past two days, as a way (in my opinion) of snidely insinuating Obama's lack of experience and belittling his work in the South Side of Chicago. The New York Times features a parsing of the phrase where liberal Ezra Klien feels the Republicans are being vaguely racist. I don't know that I even want to touch that notion with a ten foot pole, because MY GOD PEOPLE.

My issue, is this: For a party that is all about small government and in favor of individuals supporting each other instead of governmental bureaucrats, this "community organizer" insult is especially hypocritical and retarded. Because if you're not going to have government agencies do it, you know what you need to pick up the slack? COMMUNITY ORGANIZATIONS. You know what else? Given McCain's call to service in his acceptance speech the other night, YOUR "INSULT" IS PARTICULARLY STUPID.

And also:

Community Organizers
(with thanks to the Redhead)

So once again, Sarah Palin and the McCain campaign, I'm asking you to shut your freaking pie holes already, unless you plan on making some damn sense.

And while we're on the subject of Sarah Palin, The Daily Show has been hitting home run after home run:





I don't want to harp and linger on this Bristol Palin flapadoodle, because I do think that poor girl deserves her privacy as she tries to come to grips with the changes her life is facing. But I think that final clip very aptly points out that Brisol and her now husband-to-be had a choice in what they did. (Just as they chose to have sex without using birth control.) It's the same choice her mother had when she found out that she would be having a mentally disabled child. A choice that they don't want others to have, it appears, but it's fine for them right now. Nobody likes abortion. But having the ability and personal freedom (and thus, responsibility) to choose is vital.

This is an argument I've gotten into with Krista at least once, and other conservatives many times. There's no easy answer on abortion, because it's essentially linked to your belief on where life begins. However, it's not like abortion is ever going to go away, even if Roe vs. Wade is overturned. It's just going to become dangerous and occur in risky and unsanitary conditions. Therefore, abortion needs to be made safe, available, and -- key word here -- rare. Which requires better sexual education programs, more free clinics, and better health care options -- all things Republicans are statistically against and do you see what I'm getting at here?

So yes. Sarah Palin insights a white-hot rage in me, is my point. I think she gives feminists a false light and bad name. I think she's nothing but subordinate, but knows how to "play the game," making it look like she's in control. If that makes any sense, at all. It's also, as Gloria Steinem says, about not about having a woman as a VP candidate. "Feminism has never been about getting a job for one woman. It's about making life more fair for women everywhere." Which...as I've illustrated above I don't think Palin does. I think Palin is insulting, smug, and most importantly unqualified.

Christ, this was supposed to be just a couple quick notes on the whole "community organizer" bull shit, and it's turned into a missive. To be continued, possibly.

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Monday, September 01, 2008
Kitten Wars
The one reservation I've had about Gary moving in, was the cats. Gary has two cats (well, three if you count Charlie, but that's Karen's cat), Galahad and Kayla, both of which had lived their entire lives surrounded by other cats and are used to one another. Dill, meanwhile, has always been a solitary cat. The one time he did see another cat, he marked the entire apartment and refused to talk to Kelly for a week. Not to mention, I knew that Galahad would fight for the alpha male position.

Needless to say, I was worried about the impending brother and sister Dill would be gaining.

We introduced the kitties last night, and I have to say, I am so proud of Dill. He has been the best boy. He's been very gentle and curious, and completely perplexed at why the new guys are so grumpy. Our conversations have been like this:

DILL: Omigod, mom. Did you see? There are other cats here.

ME: I know. Be nice to them, ok?

DILL: Can I smell them? They smell different!

KAYLA: HIIIISSSSSSS

GALAHAD: RRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOORRRR

DILL: WTF?

ME: Leave them alone, buddy. They're freaked out. They're in a brand new place and they don't know you.

DILL: Well, I'm trying to get to know them.

ME: I know you are. But let them come to you.

DILL: Fine.

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DILL: OK, that was totally not my fault.

ME: I know.

DILL: I was just lying there, leaving them be, when the big one--

ME: Galahad

DILL: --comes up to me and sniffed my butt. I raised my head to reciprocate--

ME: And he hissed at you.

DILL: --AND HE HISSED AT ME. FOR NO REASON.

ME: I know. Dilbert, you're doing so well. You're being so nice and patient with them and I appreciate it so much. I love you the best.

DILL: You'd better.

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ME: Awwww, look at you guys!

DILL: I know!

ME: Are you friends now?

DILL: I think so! I mean, she's letting me lie here, kind of close to her. She hasn't growled at me for 5 full minutes.

ME: That's great, pickle!

DILL: Maybe I can scootch a leeeetle closer.

KAYLA: HISSSSSSS, Reoooow, Hisssss!

DILL: JESUS!

ME: Oh shit! Are you OK? Kayla, no!

DILL: Bitch crazy!

ME: Oooohh, let me look at you.

DILL: What is her deal?

ME: Oh, it's like I said...she's freaked. Plus, Gary's working today so there's no one familiar here for her.

DILL: Is that any reason for her to violently swat me, when I was just lying there?

ME: No...but give her time.

DILL: And the other one! He's been behind the couch all day!

ME: I know.

DILL: They hate me. I don't know why.

ME: I love you. You're being so awesome.

DILL: Hrumf.

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Gary seems this will all pass in no more than 5 days, but Christ, I don't know that I can handle 4 more days of this.

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