Thursday, November 29, 2007

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

I have known this too

Most important, I overlook what is obvious, noticing but not spotlighting the places of weakness that women know they have, that are the source of all the malaise. If only we could just say it, just talk about it. If only I could say, “Your problems would be over if you would…” But the answer always seems to lie in the place most unbearable to look, the place that can be approached only by nuance, in a sort of dance.

A place of extraordinary empathy.

Women seem to trust each other best by giving over the contents of their lives to another woman, who will allow those contents just to sit there undisturbed. Women look at each other and say, Yes, I have known this too.

There is a lot of wailing and not much explaining.

The women test you in another way: they watch to see how much you can listen to, how far down their road you can go without finding an answer.


From Conversations With Women by Sallie Caldwell

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Messages from the Universe

Don't let a little dispute ruin a great relationship

In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don't bring up the past.

The best relationship is when love for one another exceeds the need for one another.

How big of a dispute is still little? When is a relationship no longer great? How can we learn from the past and not bring it up?

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Update:

Pink goggles are also wonderful for protecting sensitive eyes while cutting onions.

*******
String cheese tastes better strung.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Pink Goggles


It's 3:30pm. I haven't showered. I have the hair-stick up-crazy-grease thing going on. No bra. Big boy's shirt and sweats.

So the FedEx guy shows up with the pink goggles I've been waiting for for WEEKS! Everyone should have pink goggles for eye protection. You know, food fights, snowball fights, too bright living room lights etc. I run down stairs greet the man at the door - shaking with excitement (and a little because it's FREEZING outside). The delivery guy limps to the door, hands me the box, and says (not joking) "I hope you don't mind me saying that you're beautiful."

Even more beautiful now that I have my goggles and cheetah blanket on for couch-camping...

Feminism is a constellation

Feminism Is...

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Decompression

Music for the Post

2007 Decompression at the Queens Museum of Art











STIs gone wild

Chlamydia Cases Hit A Record High

Coincidentally, I had a meeting at PPNNE yesterday. Moral of the story is: get tested. Often. And use protection every time.

(I happen to be single and STD free... call me!)

Friday, November 2, 2007

is it any wonder

Last week I took pity on a poor homeless puppy who's owner is too sick on chemo/in and out of the hospital to take care of him. So we decided to foster. That made 4 dogs in our house. And 2 cats. If nothing else, it had to be good for some karmic brownie points, and at best, we'd have another cute little puppy to play with.

After a week of no sleep. We are giving the devil dog back to the universe. He's getting picked up today at 4 and good riddance. Last night, in the midst of barking, pooping in the house, trying to eat the cats and hump the other dogs, driving me out of my room, getting us up to take him out at 4 am...he somehow from his crate got my favorite pillow off of my bed and shredded it.

I was given said pillow a number of years ago as a birthday gift from my person. He said the color reminded them of me and I slept on it when I had migranes and every other pillow hurt too much. It was highly sentimental, I welled up this morning when I found the remains. It seems symbolic of the shreds of the relationship as the last thing I could cling to lay in pieces on the floor by the crate of my good intentions. It was a really fucking cool pillow.

...
Last night Chris and I went to dinner and a play. I had a margarita sampler (6 mini margaritas) and was delighted by colorful tequila in mini glasses with tiny straws. The show, DOUBT, was coincidentally about child predation in a catholic school. Really good. Difficult to watch. Reminecent of the gray shading within human character in Crash or Closer. Also kind of scary how convincingly someone can sound justifying child molestation and sucessfully garnering sympathy - rather than accountability for violence against a child.

Also coincidentally: We chose to wear fake mustaches to watch The Office. In which various characters were also wearing fake mustaches. Seriously. I think it means I'm cosmically connected to The Office.

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Betty Friedan

"Men weren't really the enemy; they were fellow victims suffering from an outmoded masculine mystique that made them feel unnecessarily inadequate when there were no bears to kill."