IT'S THE LAST DAY OF NABLOPOMO!!!! DONE! FINISHED! I SHALL BREATHE AGAIN!!!!
That's the sound of me singing and dancing around my apartment.
That's the sound of me banging my knee into a piece of furniture and then remembering that I'm supposed to be studying not frolicking.
Don't call me. I'll call you.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
IT'S THE LAST DAY OF NABLOPOMO!!!! DONE! FINISHED! I SHALL BREATHE AGAIN!!!!
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Okay, lesson learned. NaBloPoMo not a good idea for me.
Friday, November 28, 2008
I leave Atlanta tomorrow and head back home to DC. It's been interesting being home this time. I've been watching my family relax and enjoy the weekend while I've been prepping for exams. There's been some jealousy. I won't pretend that there hasn't been.
But mostly I've been noticing how tightly I cling to any moments of free time I have, how much pressure I put on those moments, how I want to use them perfectly, suck every bit of pleasure possible out of them. And I'm noticing that my mom and her husband don't do that. They putter, they close their eyes for a few minutes while they're reading, they stand around in the hard while the dogs are pooping. They don't guard every moment like it's worth a million dollars.
I miss that. I miss feeling like there's some room to play, some room to flamboyantly waste time.
I know that the holiday break is going. But it's only a respite.
I'm hearing my mom's voice in my head telling me how lucky I am to have the opportunity to go to law school, to a good school. To do this after I've already gone to college and graduate school. I know that's true.
But right now I'm just tired.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
I didn't truly experience green beans until I was 19. I'd had some green beans on my own, of course. I mean, where there's a hunger....
At any rate, I enjoyed green beans with the boy for a few years. It was nice. I loved him. We had special green beans.
And then there were some years of struggle. I couldn't figure out what kind of green beans I should be partaking of. Canned green beans? Fresh green beans? Frozen green beans? French cut? Green bean casserole? Green beans almondine?
Eventually it became clear. Green beans were best enjoyed in the company of a lady.
And then best enjoyed in the company of one particular lady.
Wooh, GREEEEEEN BEEEAAAANS!!!!!
Thank goodness for green bean blessings.
If you're confused, go here.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
My brain is mush
It can only go sqush
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Dear Girls Sitting on Either Side of Me on the Plane,
I'm sorry. I'm very, very sorry. I tried not to sneeze. I promise I did. I realize there's a limited amount of air in there, and I really didn't want to be breathing back in that snotty breath either. But I had no choice. And really, with regard to the constant nose blowing - I think it was preferable to just allowing the snot to run down my face, which might have been gross enough to force one or the other of you to take advantage of the little baggy in your seat.
If you send me the receipts for your Vitamin C, Echinacea, Ricola, Halls, etc, I'll send you a check and a bonus box of kleenex.
With sincere apologies,
Monday, November 24, 2008
I've been cursing NaBloPoMo in my head.
Which led me to come up with other things that it could stand for:
Naughty Blond Porn Month
Okay, so I couldn't come up with anything else. But that one's funny.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
We all have our guilty pleasures. Some of us have more than others. Some of us indulge more than others. Some of us feel guiltier than others.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
So I've been bopping along in my life for a while thinking that I was being my own person - or at least trying to be my own person. At least since I passed the age 16 or so. I've been figuring myself out, taking in new ideas, broadening my horizons, learning more about the world around me. I've felt proud of myself. I've relished in a sense of accomplishment.
And then I was introduced to this blog.
And I realized that I've actually had no part in any of this personal development. That I'm just another one on the path to becoming a classic white person.
All these things I thought were part of my personal developmental journey - nope.
Wanting to learn a new language? Nope.
Getting into yoga? Nope.
Going anti-"the man"? Nope.
Doing insane amounts of post-graduate education? Nope. And Nope. And Nope.
Wanting to move to Canada? Nope.
Dreaming of raising multilingual children? Nope.
Being hyped up on the environment? Nope.
Wanting to help poor people? Nope. And Nope.
Riding my bike to work? Nope.
Going organic? Nope. And Nope. And Nope.
Developing an infatuation with NPR? Nope.
Saying goodbye to Jesus? Nope.
Reconnecting with my nature-loving side? Nope.
Getting all excited about political change? Nope. And Nope.
Fantasy-planning my round-the-world vacation? Nope.
Running a marathon? Nope.
Experimenting with mental transformation? Nope.
So, basically I've spent the last 28 years of my life becoming a giant cliche. Hot.
And I've been so angsty about it. I think the plan from here on out is just to read the blog on a daily basis and figure out the next step in my personal development from there. Much less messy.
Friday, November 21, 2008
When my mom was here a few weeks ago, we visited the Botanical Gardens and then chatted as we walked down to the mall before we had to part ways. When we got to the mall, there was some sort of giant event going on. I had no idea what it was, but there were tons of people and music and booths. I thought maybe it was some sort of crafts festival or something - which would get me super excited. I was wrong.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
When I opened my blogger account this evening, there was something different. In the upper right-hand corner of my dashboard, there was something blinking. It was a notification that I, I (In)Sanity Gal, have (and a hush fell over the room) a follower.
The event brought on a certain level of nostalgia over my younger days when people were clamoring to follow me.
The event actually brought on a reminiscing of all of those days that I desperately wished that someone would want to follow me or that some cool kid might lower themselves enough to let me follow them. But no, I sort of sat around neither following nor being followed, which in retrospect, is probably a good thing. But at the time it felt somewhere between unbearable (in middle school) and uncomfortable (in high school).
I really wanted to be a "cool kid." I had moments. In 8th grade when I moved to the small town, I was new and, thus, interested. I went steady with a Cool Boy. I slept over at The Coolest Girl's house. A lot actually. We were sort of almost besties. Of course you wouldn't have said that then. But there were some other girls who I knew could see right through me. I heard them once talking about my poor clothing choices. Instead of being annoyed and deciding that I didn't want them as friends anyway, I was just embarrassed and sort of irrationally angry at my parents - for not having more money, for not caring more about appearances, for not having more attractive offspring.
And then high school started. And The Coolest Girl became a cheerleader, and so did those other girls. And I joined the band.
As much as I try to convince the babe that the band was not that dorky at my high school, she never believes me. It's true in a lot of ways. There were some "cool kids" in the band. And there were a lot of kids who sort of bridged the gap and hung with both crowds.
But on the girl end, the cheerleaders were cool. On the boy end, it was the guys who apparently did nothing. Go figure.
It wasn't me, though. I think in part it was because they could smell it on me. That desire to be one of them.
And yet, it was sort of a mixed desire. I wanted to be one of them and disliked them as well - disliked their fickleness and their pettiness. In truth, I figure they were pretty much like me - just with another friend group. Trying to make it through high school and figure out who they were as people and what they wanted. It was so hard to see that at the time, though.
I was telling someone a story about high school recently, and I couldn't remember one of those girl's names. It made me laugh. I spent four years thinking that they were so important.
What's sad about that is high school was really great. I had great friends. I did really well in my classes. I loved being in the band. I learned how great theatre was. It was great. It seems sad that I spent any time at all thinking about whether or not I was a cool kid.
I guess what I'm trying to say here is Thank You, Virgin - for letting me lay that wish to rest.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
One day I won't be in law school anymore. And then I will read for pleasure. P-L-E-A-S-U-R-E.
There's really nothing like making a book list for procrastination. So, here's mine (in no particular order)*. Your job is to tell me in the comments how incredibly tragic it is that I have left off the amazing [insert your favorite book here]. And......Go!
A Short History of Nearly Everything, Bill Bryson
Night, Elie Wiesel
When You Are Engulfed in Flames, David Sedaris
Three Cups of Tea, Greg Mortenson
Creating a World Without Poverty, Muhammad Yunus
Grace (Eventually), Anne Lamott
American Pastoral, Philip Roth
Housekeeping, Marilynne Robinson
The Known World, Edward Jones
Life of Pi, Yann Martel
The Battle for God: A History of Fundamentalism, Karen Armstrong
Full Frontal Feminism, Jessica Valenti
Love in the Time of Cholera, Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, Barbara Kingsolver
* I tried to make this list with pictures of the books, but Blogger is being a poo-head.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Dear DC Metro Riders,
Sunday, November 16, 2008
I don't normally do memes, but I'm losing my mind working on an assignment that's due tomorrow. That makes posting a wee bit difficult. And this one's kind of creative.
Also, Virgin tagged me, which makes me feel loved.
So, what I have to do is put my itunes on shuffle, then answer the questions that follow with the song name that comes up when I hit the "next" button. And hence, bring forth the answers to the questions that burden your soul about me. [I have to say, this was sort of unnerving on some counts. Also, it was a bit weird b/c this is the itunes account that my ex and I shared, so I don't even know some of these songs. But some of the titles...hmmm...]
IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
"Taste this" - Mya
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
"Circle" - Barbra Streisand
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
"The Nearness of You" - Norah Jones
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
"Cherry Pie" - Marvin & Johnny
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
"I Believe/You'll Never Walk Alone" - Barbra Streisand
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
"Take it From Here" - Justin Timberlake
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
"Ain't That Lovin' You Baby?" - Jimmy Reed
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
"This Moment" - Melissa Etheridge
WHAT IS 2+2?
"Summer Time" - Billy & Stuart
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
"Red House" - Jimi Hendrix
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
"Hooked on a Feeling" - B.J. Thomas
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
"Angel from Montgomery" - The Angels
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
"Ain't No Sunshine" - Bill Withers
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
"Will You Still Love Me?" - Melissa Etheridge (well, that's depressing)
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
"Feelin' the Same Way" - Norah Jones
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
"Lovesong" - Ellis
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
"Come on Home" - Indigo Girls (man, i hope so)
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
"Someone to Watch Over Me" - Julia Fordham
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
"Last Day" - Blessid Union of Souls
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
"Drug State" - Vincent and Mr. Green
WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
"Foolish Little Girl" - The Shirelles
HOW WILL YOU DIE?
"Hey Rose" - Girlyman
WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
"Last Call" - Kanye West
WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
"Cherchez la Femme" - Gloria Estefan
WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
"Let Me Be the One" - Blessid Union of Souls
WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
"Long Journey" - The Angels
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
"Storybook Life" - Blessid Union of Souls
DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
"Hey No" - Halcyon (well, this is seriously depressing)
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
"Shoot the Moon" - Norah Jones
WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
"Let it Rain" - Amanda Marshall
WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
"What a Girl Wants" - Christina Aguilera (nice)
Saturday, November 15, 2008
1:30 - leave the apartment. later than we had planned, of course. it's ridiculously warm outside, especially cause we're prepped for gross, cold, rainy weather.
1:45 - on the metro, planning to get off at Archives/Navy Mem'l and walk to the reflecting pool.
2:00 - walking down Pennsylvania Ave. Hmm...there's a protest going on here, but I'm pretty sure that no one at the Prop 8 protest would be waving a Chinese flag. We step into the street to try to see whether we can get around this group of protestors. Aaaaah! We're back on the sidewalk! We're back on the sidewalk! Dear god. A police officer just screamed at us as if we had stepped off the sidewalk and proceeded to pull out machine guns.
2:01 - talk to friend A, who is at the Prop 8 protest, who tells us that they're not going to start marching anytime soon.
2:02 - realize that these are Free Tibet and Pro-China protestors.
2:03 - try pushing through them to cross the street.
2:04 - ask one of the numerous police officers - AAAaaah! We're back on the sidewalk! We're back on the sidewalk! Oy. Stand ON THE SIDEWALK while asking a police officer when we are going to be able to cross the street.
2:05 - learn that the protestors are waiting for the motorcades going to the G20 summit. learn that we cannot cross the street until the motorcade is over.
2:06 - decide to wait...
2:20 - have lost partial hearing in both ears from very talented protestor screaming "China Is A Liar!"
2:25 - police officer in front of us stiffens and looks concerned...hand goes to gun.
2:25.5 - i stiffen and look concerned...hand goes to the babe.
2:25.75 - realize that some of the Free Tibet protestors are getting into a scuffle with some of the Pro-China protestors.
2:26 - police car pulls up. tough guy police officer gets out. has a billy club. slaps it on his hand. moves into crowd and begins shoving people apart. babe and i try to make ourselves smaller.
2:27 - more police officers. much pushing. random folks trying to take pictures. officer shoves random woman. random woman calls officer a dickhead. the babe and smoosh closer together.
2:29 - calmer...
2:35 - hear police officer say that the street could be closed for another 30 or 45 minutes.
2:36 - curse. decide to try to get to the protest some other way.
2:37 - wander down some random streets. talk to a police officer. realize there's no way we're getting around this. talk to friend A again, who says they're marching now. decide to get on metro and try to meet them.
2:45 - rain.
2:46 - downpour.
2:47 - sideways rain.
2:50 - get into metro station. drenched. see would-be protestors folding up soaked signs and throwing them away because they couldn't cross Penn Ave to get there.
3:03 - come up escalator stairs at metro center. no rain. call friend A, who is no longer marching. ran away because of the rain. tells us to call another friend. doesn't answer phone.
3:05 - start walking in right (hopefully) direction.
3:08 - hear yelling. good sign.
3:09 - see lots of wet, bedraggled gay people. great sign.
3:11 - "What do we want? EQUALITY!! When do we want it? NOW"
3:15 - meet up with friends at the end spot. cheer. take pictures. sing the national anthem.
3:16 - rain. umbrellas up. cheer...
3:30 - leave the rally. have appointment at 4:00.
What a day - with about 20 minutes of it actually spent protesting Prop 8. After watching the san Diego videos, I wish we had been there with T.
My favorite sign said "When Can I Vote on Your Marriage?" I took a picture, but technical difficulties keep me from posting it.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Go over to pt-law mom's blog and give her some love. The girl is having a SERIOUSLY bad day...er...year.
This is what the inside of my brain looks like while I read government contracts:
Where the Board went astray... i can't believe our note topic outline has to be 8-10 pages. what the hell am i going to say? oh dear god, this is awful. Where the Board went astray was... just follow the schedule that i made up, and i'll be fine. i have plenty of time to work on the outline tomorrow night. was in failing to heed... my skin feels dry. is it dry in here? i should get some new lotion. my lotion sucks. Where the Board went astray was in failing... it's ridiculous to buy new lotion. i have plenty of lotion. just buck up and use the gross smelly lotion. okay. focus. Where the Board went astray was in failing to heed the different nature of the two separate notice requirements in the suspension clause... dude, that plant looks rough. i think i'm killing it. i seriously need to email my uncle and ask him what to do about it. my apartment is messy. actually, i think it's officially gross. this is gross...what was that sentence about? eh, i'm not on call. moving on...The latter of the two is that... i think i want some almonds. that's silly - i just ate breakfast. no almonds. i wonder if this would make a good blog post. i should probably take a shower. shit is it already 11:30? this stupid reading takes for flippin' ever. ugh.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
About seven years ago on a chilly evening, I snuggled next to my mom while we watched television in her room. My sister was downstairs having a slumber party, and Mom and I were upstairs dining on cheez-its, grapes, and a bottle of ridiculously sweet wine.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
This ad greeted me as I turned to page 4 of the Washington Post Express this morning.
That's what I thought.
Why did I think this?
Because I'm old.
I bet if there were any 15 year olds out there reading this, they were probably all "whatev" cause they see this kind of stuff all the time.
The same thing happened to me recently when I saw a music video during a class presentation. I didn't even know there were music videos anymore. And then this thing with bare asses (women's asses, mind you. no men's asses) all over everywhere grinding up against stuff. WTF?!
It's not that I'm a prude or particularly innocent or anything. It's just that I thought there were some sort of basic boundaries floating around out there.
I guess I'm being sort of hypocritical because if it were a piece of art (the ad, not the video), I'd find it all edgy and bold. But on page 4 of the paper, I found it mildly traumatizing.
It's a new sign in a long line of aging indicators - like my plethora of gray hairs and penchant for Murder She Wrote.
When I was about 18, my mom went on a tyrade about my Victoria's Secret catalogs and how they would've been wrapped in plastic covering when she was growing up - "I mean, they're basically porn!" And I was all "whatev."
Of course, she was over 40 at the time. This does not bode well for me.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
There's been a lot of discussion lately about Prop 8 and role of African American voters. It's been a major topic of blogging and conversation at my school and among my blogger friends and around lunch tables and over gchat. Mostly my friends are white and while we think of ourselves as liberal and accepting, there's admittedly been a certain perspective lacking.
If you're hoping that I am now going to start a reasoned discourse on this topic, you're about to be disappointed. I'm not. You might have noticed from my recent posts that being reasonable is not my strong suit right now. I'm on the edge.
But I read a post today about this whole issue that I found to be incredibly reasoned, and so for those who are looking for something like that, I'm pointing you to it.
In order to address homophobia in the black community, we have to be able to acknowledge that it exists without people of color and "allied" white liberals knee-jerk calling anyone who does so a "racist." Calling each other names and then angrily retreating back to our own segregated little corners of the world because some things are too "taboo" to acknowledge won't get us anywhere near addressing this. White LGBT people need to acknowledge white privilege and call people out for making asinine, racist comments on the internet and in the public sphere. Just because you are gay it doesn't give you a free pass to be racist or sexist.
These discussions are too important for that kind of stunted knee-jerk type of thinking.
Not only does homophobia contribute to the escalating rates of HIV/AIDS in the black community, but the denial of marriage rights for gay men and lesbians is unfair discrimination, inequality, and intolerance that stamps gay people with a badge of inferiority.
I anticipate realizing Obama's promise of hope and change for all Americans. I celebrate what his victory means for our nation and to African-Americans. As one commenter here said a few days ago, it's a great time to have a black Democrat in the White House. Now, we have work to do. We are all harmed when the rights of some of us are taken away or denied. Even though the injustices we face are different, I remain in solidarity with all people who face true injustice.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Dear Anyone Who Said/Suggested/Intimated that 2L Year Would be Easier,
I am writing this letter as a courtesy. Keep in mind that I do not have to - that I could carry out my plan without warning you first. But I am kind. Unlike you, oh hateful soul.
I suggest that you pull together your valuables and your loved ones (if someone so evil as you has any of those) and get thee to a safe place. Because the fury which I am about to let loose on you and all that you love has not been seen.
I don't want to give everything away, but I'll give you a teaser.
(In)Sanity Gal *
*If you'd like to suggest that my anger may be misplaced, please see above.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
This is your brain.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
One of my favorite things about flying is the SkyMall catalog. I'm constantly delighted by the crazy things that people are selling, and I wonder who buys this stuff. So, because I seem to have lost the ability to actually blog, and NaBloPoMo is breathing down my neck, I'm going to give you some of my SkyMall favorites.
The Most Up to Date Talking Globe
Because you certainly wouldn't want the previous Behind the Times Talking Globe. For just $179.95 you can get "the world's most current talking globe because it connects to a PC and allows you to download weekly updates about nation states, governments, political boundaries, culture, and more." Because if a globe doesn't talk, what good is it? Seriously.
The Beverage Buggy
That's right my friends. Con your spouse, child, neighbor, sibling into placing two cans of thirst-quenching goodness into this remote-controlled buggy and zoom it right over. The important thing to note here, I think, is that if it's remote-controlled, then once it's out of the "driver's" sight, it's useless. So you have to be pretty freakin' lazy to force someone to use this. I mean, you can see where they're sending it from.
The Nano Wand Scanner
For the germophobes out there, just wave it over any area and it "kills 99.9% of bacteria in 10 seconds." Or you could use it to stage your own home episode of CSI.
I'm not sure I can say anything about this better than what they've already told us: "Poop Freeze is an easy, earth-friendly way to do your "dooty" and clean up after your dog. It chills animal waste to -62°F, creating an outer "crust" that enables you to quickly place in a bag and dispose. Makes picking up loose stool and diarrhea easier. Effective for all kinds of pets, including dogs, cats, birds, etc. Indoor or outdoor use. Safe for humans and pets when used as directed."
Key point here: You don't have to use the toilet anymore. You can just poop on the floor, freeze it, and clean it up later.
Brightfeet Lighted Slippers
"It's like having nightlights on your feet." And who doesn't want that? However: "Note: It may take 4 to 5 steps for the LEDs to activate the first time slippers are worn. Remember, Bright Feet Lighted Slippers light up only in the dark." So if you run into the door in your first 4 steps, don't blame SkyMall. And if you need the lights in the daytime, well, I don't know what to tell you.
Makes you want to take a trip, doesn't it?
Friday, November 7, 2008
My mom is visiting.
Mom: Could I have a glass of ice water?
Mom: (confused silence)
Me: You can have water. I don't have any ice.
Mom: (looking in the freezer at the 6 ice trays - looking back at me)
Me: All chicken stock. 6 trays full of chicken stock.
Law school may make me into an amazing chef. Or just a really prolific one.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
In the midst of all of the election ups and downs this week, the babe and I celebrated our one year anniversary.
One year ago the babe held my hands in hers and looked deeply into my eyes as I said, "sushi sounds great to me."
And thus the dating began.
In honor of the occasion, I give you...
Ten Reasons I Love/Adore/Go Weak in the Knees For The Babe:
1. The babe has impeccable taste.
Besides loving moi, there are a few things that point out the babe's ability to discern the best from all the rest. Her celebrity crush is Tina Fey. Obviously an excellent choice. She prefers to eat only organic, locally grown/raised food. Doesn't get much better than that. Her favorite television show is Six Feet Under. Now, I've never seen it, but every time I talk to anyone about it, they sigh deeply and shake their head in that oh-those-were-the-greatest-moments-of-my-life kind of way. The place she dreams of living is a farmhouse with a lot of land in Burlington, Vermont. Duh.
2. The babe is no slave to fashion.
I like clothes. A lot. I stare into store windows as I pass them. I dream about them. In fact, last night I had a dream about this fabulous pair of black cowboy boots with white cut-outs that just sort of miraculously showed up in my closet and went beautifully with the black skirt I was wearing. It was great...
Anyway, the babe is not about that. It's not that she's fashion challenged (that might be a different story). No, she's just relaxed about it. She likes what she likes. Doesn't feel a need to follow the trends. Although she could show up at my door wearing a pair of men's flannel-lined Carhartts: But what can I say? It just makes me love her more.
3. The babe has emotions, and she knows how to use them.
I'm a little bit emotional. Like I cry in commercials emotional. And sometimes moody. And maybe difficult. These qualities have let me to have excessively (or maybe not) high regard for things like therapy and yoga and faith and Pema Chodron. The Babe also has a high regard for these things.
When I say things like, "I'm just having a hard time being compassionate with myself right now," she furrows her brow in that gentle, loving way and puts her arm around me. When I say, "I don't know where I fit in a faith community. I don't know what that looks like," she knods her head knowingly. And she lets me do the same for her.
I know. Lesbians.
4. The babe is smart.
On a recent long car trip, the babe talked to me for about two hours about the economy. And when I say "talked to me," I mean taught me everything there is to know, including what the Dow Jones is because, my dear friends, economics is an area where I am, shall we say, dumb. But the great thing about the babe - she never makes me feel that way. She's like a little current affairs encyclopedia, but I never feel stupid around her. I just feel really glad that she can answer all of my questions and maybe make me look smarter by association.
This also means she can go head to head with my dad. Which is a whole other post for another day. But it's good.
5. The babe has played in the dirt.
The babe has expressed concern that if she had never worked on an organic farm, I wouldn't be with her. Good thing she'll never have to find out. I kid! But seriously, it's a good thing she did. No - I'm joking! I love her! Seriously.
But I love it that she worked on an organic farm and that she gets all riled up about things like how to appropriately plant grass seed. Lots of people are all down with the organic/local movement, but how many people decide that they really want to be a part of it? Not many. But that's the kind of gal the babe is.
6. The babe is in love with a dog.
It was hard for me to accept at first - not being her only love. But after having spent more time with the cute pup, I get it. I'm sort of in love with him too. And if she wants to snuggle with him instead of me, I understand. As long as I get to snuggle with him next.
7. The babe is funny.
Don't tell her I told you, because she kind of gets a big head about these things. But the babe is funny. Mostly because she's a goob and doesn't mind looking silly. Also, after she does something funny, she invariably laughs and says "I'm funny," which is always funny.
8. The babe has an excellent vocabulary.
Having gotten my BA in English and MFA in theatre, language is very important to me. A quality vocabulary matters - I can't help it. And the babe's got one. She uses all sorts of great words, and in excellent combinations. Things like, "You're beautiful," or "These are the best cookies ever," or "I'm the luckiest person on earth," or "How did you get to be so amazing?" or my personal favorite, "Tonight we'll snuggle like maniacs." I mean, the word choice, the particularized phrasing - I just don't know what to say. She's obviously wonderful.
9. The babe is exceedingly playful.
The babe grew up with two older brothers. That's right - she's a youngest. I am an oldest. Which, again, is really a whole post for another day. But the important thing for today is that at any given moment, the babe may be poking me, tickling me, trying to stick my hair up my nose, trying to get me to pick my own nose, sticking her finger in my ear, making horrible faces that disturb me, or trying to give me a wedgie.
You may be wondering how those things made it into this list. It seems like they should be on some other list, like Things That Annoy Me About My Five Year Old Brother. It's true - they might be on that list. BUT...sometimes a little levity is a great thing. Sometimes I need to just be ridiculous and silly. Also, it's great training for one day having really annoying children.
10. The babe is my favorite person to be with.
I mean, this is really the main thing after all, isn't it? That I just miss her when she's not around. That I like talking to her and laughing with and just hanging out with her on the couch. That I'd rather study sitting next to her than sitting next to anyone else. (Okay, this might be because she pokes me and gives me longing glances, and then we end up finding some random corner to go make out in, but you get my point.) I like her.
Over the course of writing this, I've come up with about 7,000 other things, but I guess I'll save those for another day. I wouldn't want you to start dry heaving.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
I turned on the computer this morning fully intending to write a glowing, beaming, disgustingly happy post about Obama, about progress and change and the spirit of
And then I sat down and started reading. It started with Virgin in the Volcano. Normally I count on her blog for some laughs, but not this morning. This morning she wrote,
“There were happy honkers here in
all night, celebrating Obama's victory and the blue turn of the House and Senate. After 8 years of Bush disasters, people finally had something to look forward to and felt good. But I don't feel good at all. In Boston , Prop 8, with 91% of the vote reported this morning, looks like it will pass, once again denying homosexuals the right to marry. California Floridaand passed props banning gay marriage. Arizona passed a prop to ban gay couples from adopting. And in Arkansas , you know who voted overwhelmingly for Prop 8? Black people. California
So exactly what kind of moment is this in history? I don't think it's the amazing triumph the newscasters are touting. A black man became president, sure, but the vote really wasn't for him. The vote was for whomever not connected to Bush, to the Republican party, who has steered the world into the worst economic crisis since the 1920's. People voted for their jobs and pension plans, the value of their mutual funds, the ability to obtain a line of credit. And when those things were not involved, they voted on the same old hateful lines. They voted to say, no faggots welcome.
The new myth of
America, the one that drones on about change and humble beginnings, is the old myth of , and I am tired of it. I am ashamed. I can't protect the people I love from institutionalized hate. My parents will have to pull out their No on 8 signs from the front lawn, feel over and over the ugly things the country has said about their son.” America
I read the results of all of the ballot measures. I cried. It’s a resounding blow to gays. A resounding statement that
I feel like the cheers were stolen right out of my mouth.
Obama DID win. A black man will be the president of the
I am disappointed that the country is not where I want it to be.
I am disappointed with the black voters in
I am personally hurt by the votes of people who want to deny people like me the right to marry the people we love or to adopt children.
BUT I can’t ignore the import of what happened yesterday. I can’t ignore the fact that the people of this country – black and white and hispanic and asian and everything in between – voted Obama into office.
Despite the pain of these ballot measures, I am moved by this election. I still feel hope. I can’t help myself. In a country where less than 50 years ago, it was not illegal to keep a black man from voting, a black man has become president. That message of hope and change is for all of us – even if today wasn’t our day. This election has shown us that impossibilities are possibilities and that our day will come.
So, I can’t jump up and down, but I won’t cry in the corner either.
Yesterday on my tour of the Supreme Court, the guide pointed out the different animals represented in the architecture of one of the courtyards. Lions to represent protection. Owls to represent wisdom. And turtles to represent the slow and steady pace of justice.
Slow and steady she goes….
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
I voted. For Obama.
She was pretty much exactly like I expected her to be - smart and gracious and busy. I'll steal a bit from the babe's analysis of the meeting and say that aside from not having a discussion involving an in-depth analysis of all of her decisions and what it felt like to be the only woman on the Supreme Court, it was great! :) Of course, that wasn't a possibility, but we got good pictures, and she got us seats to watch the argument that was starting.
And my friends, we could not have chosen a better day to sit in on an argument. We watched FCC v. Fox, in which Fox was arguing against sanctions for single instances of expletive use and the FCC was arguing for the ability to sanction single instances.
It was fabulous!
All of these words/phrases showed up in the hour (some repeatedly):
"Big Bird dropping the s-bomb"
"Would the word 'dung' be allowed?"
"sexual and/or excretory"
"What if it's a really funny use of an expletive?"
Seriously - I'm not sure I could've asked for anything better.
Except maybe if someone had mentioned boob grabbing.
Monday, November 3, 2008
On this, the day before the election, I've got a little bit for everyone.
If you're really annoyed about the republicans' labeling of Obama as a socialist, either a) because you think it's a dirty word, b) because you think it's a beautiful word but Obama's just not it, or c) it really annoys you when people inappropriately use words, then check out this post over at saisai's blog. It's one of the best statements that I've read about what does or doesn't actually constitute socialist policies.
If you want a reason (for some of you, it might be another reason) to dislike McCain/Palin supporters, then read about the woman who put up a sign for trick-or-treaters reading, "No handouts for Obama supporters, liars, tricksters, or kids of supporters." Nice.
If you're tired of this whole thing and just want everyone to shut up, then you might want to venture over to this post at Thanks But No Thanks. Want a teaser? Ok, if you insist - "I'm not sure if you heard, but people who vote for Obama/Biden are vitriolic socialists. People who vote for McCain/Palin are dundering close-minded Neanderthals. Either way, your vote probably indicates that you hate women, Joe the Plumber, and people in general."
If you're concerned about a president who might not take the nation's problems seriously. Rest assured that Barack Obama isn't actually a big jokes-man. He's eloquent and knowledgeable - but not really all that funny. Which is fine by me.
Oh, I guess I left out the McCain/Palin supporters.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Virgin in the Volcano is clearly no virgin.* Or maybe she's a virgin in the I'm-still-wearing-my-purity-ring-and-I-haven't-actually-had-intercourse-yet-but-I've-done-everything-else kind of way. At any rate, the shit has hit the fan.
That's right folks. An anonymous source has informed me that Virgin suffered a debilitating wrist injury this past week while performing a hand job. The source claims that the injury was the result of a weekend viagra experiment gone awry.
The source claims that at approximately 4:00 pm on Friday afternoon, a woman fitting Virgin's description ran into the ER, screaming "OOOOH, MY WRIST!!!! DAMN YOU VIAGRA!!!! DAMN YOU!!!!"
Apparently Virgin's co-hort decided to try out a high dose of viagra in the hopes of spicing up some weekend frolicking. Much fun was had. However, after 2 days, the fun just wouldn't go...down. Virgin came up with the brilliant idea of...um...well, shall we say working it out for the poor fellow.
Hence, the wrist injury.
Way to take one for the team, Virgin!
*If you're completely confused by this post, check out the comments on this post and this one.
On a good Sunday morning, you can find me at the farmers market, buying yummy fruits and vegies and occasionally treating myself to some sumptuous baked goodness or a jar of fresh-made preserves. Mmmm....
Saturday, November 1, 2008
NaBloPoMo starts today. It's 8:19 pm, and I haven't posted anything. In fact, I've spent all day pretending that I'm jewish and have been relishing in shabbos with the babe. There's not a whole lot to say when all you've been doing is lazing around. My brain is flying frantically from one thought to the next trying to think of something interesting. There's nothing interesting in there, and my government contracts reading is calling me in an angry voice - "Young lady, get your butt into this chair and start this reading, or so help me, I will give you something to write about!" Yes, sir. He's giving me til the count of 3.
Some things that are worth saying this evening before he gets to 2 and 3/4:
- I will vote in 3 days. Fingers crossed.
- My rent is due on the 6th of every month. That's basically a 6-day grace period. It's a good thing.
- I am glad to be alive this evening, and that's a good thing too (actually, it doesn't even belong in the same list as being glad about a 6-day grace period, but that's the nature of the post this evening). Sometimes it's good to be reminded of that.
- I met four other people - FOUR - who love How I Met Your Mother. This makes me happy.
- In one month and 9 days, I will be finished with this semester. Hallelujah.