Tuesday, December 28, 2010
1.5) Anna, who bought two bars of chocolate and a quarter gallon of milk at Stop and Shop and snuck them into the movies. Looking over to see her chugging milk from the bottle out of a plastic bag during the movie almost made me laugh inappropriately loud.
2) Eating Sour Patch Watermelons left over from the movies while taking quizzes on the National Geographic website.
Monday, December 27, 2010
2) The fact that the life-size blue whale at the Museum of Natural History never stops being impressive. It's especially nice to see it with someone who never has before.
3) My parents don't text, but if they did, I imagine that they would end up on this site: whenparentstext.com
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
- Landslide - Fleetwood Mac
- Hey Mama - Kanye West
- Momsong - the Be Good Tanyas
- Father - Horse Feathers
- Pale Green Things - the Mountain Goats
- Mother - Pink Floyd
- Hello Dad - Melissa Ferrick
2) Poems about parents. Here are some of my favorites:
- This Be the Verse - Philip Larkin
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
- Those Winter Sundays - Robert Hayden
What did I know, what did I know, of love's austere and lonely offices?
- Daddy - Sylvia Plath
You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man whoBit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.
- My Father Moved Through Dooms of Love - e.e. cummings
and nothing quite so least as truth--i say though hate were why men breathe--
because my Father lived his soul
love is the whole and more than all
3) This picture, taken by Rosie Nevins. I think that it pretty well illustrates many of the key elements of my time at Earlham College:
duct tape ID holder, ceramic bowl,
shirt I bought at Goodwill and lost within 2 months,
side bangs, flowers from a professor,
what looks to be a fake tattoo on my arm,
sarong on the wall, Dr. Pepper, face paint,
strings of lights, paper chains, my camera,
balloons, Brimballs getting dressed up in my living space,
and a look of general confusion/bewilderment.
Friday, December 17, 2010
2) I really love what this choir teacher is doing for his kids. Check out their songs. (The hipster/Earlhamite in my really loves their version of MGMT's "Kids." They even do the hipster fist in the air dance in the beginning. Wonderful). It's clear that his song choices are made with the kids' interests in mind, but also, he's somehow empowering them to be incredibly expressive and uninhibited, without being tied down by middle school pressure to look disinterested and too cool for school. Well done.
Also, remember the video I posted a while ago of Greyson Chance singing Paparazzi at his middle school talent show? Well yeah, that kid is super famous now, and coming out with his own album, and here he is singing with PS22.
(PS: Looking at this guy's blog, I realized that PS22 did the refrain for the Passion Pit song "Little Secrets," one of my favorite songs from the past few years, and possibly one of my favorite songs ever!)
3) We had a really great, but really exhausting, retreat this weekend. My housemates/coworkers have all gone home for the holidays already, but I have to stick around for work at the diner. So I've given myself the day off. It's a sick day without being sick! I should clean, go the bank, take out the compost, respond to e-mails, get dressed, but today I'm giving myself permission to not do any of those things unless I feel like it! It's wonderful. I've been eating vegan mac and cheese in bed and watching Battlestar Galactica.
4) Every once and a while, Saturday Night Live still come up with some gems.
5) Getting home to find this in my inbox (I cried a little):
Moments ago, the Senate voted to end "Don't Ask, Don't Tell."
When that bill reaches my desk, I will sign it, and this discriminatory law will be repealed.
Gay and lesbian service members -- brave Americans who enable our freedoms -- will no longer have to hide who they are.
The fight for civil rights, a struggle that continues, will no longer include this one.
This victory belongs to you. Without your commitment, the promise I made as a candidate would have remained just that.
Instead, you helped prove again that no one should underestimate this movement. Every phone call to a senator on the fence, every letter to the editor in a local paper, and every message in a congressional inbox makes it clear to those who would stand in the way of justice: We will not quit.
This victory also belongs to Senator Harry Reid, Speaker Nancy Pelosi, and our many allies in Congress who refused to let politics get in the way of what was right.
Like you, they never gave up, and I want them to know how grateful we are for that commitment.
As Commander in Chief, I fought to repeal "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" because it weakens our national security and military readiness. It violates the fundamental American principles of equality and fairness.
But this victory is also personal.
I will never know what it feels like to be discriminated against because of my sexual orientation.
But I know my story would not be possible without the sacrifice and struggle of those who came before me -- many I will never meet, and can never thank.
I know this repeal is a crucial step for civil rights, and that it strengthens our military and national security. I know it is the right thing to do.
But the rightness of our cause does not guarantee success, and today, celebration of this historic step forward is tempered by the defeat of another -- the DREAM Act. I am incredibly disappointed that a minority of senators refused to move forward on this important, commonsense reform that most Americans understand is the right thing for our country. On this issue, our work must continue.
Today, I'm proud that we took these fights on.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
A LITANY FOR SURVIVAL
For those of us who live at the shoreline
standing upon the constant edges of decision
crucial and alone
for those of us who cannot indulge
the passing dreams of choice
who love in doorways coming and going
in the hours between dawns
looking inward and outward
at once before and after
seeking a now that can breed
like bread in our children's mouths
so their dreams will not reflect
the death of ours:
For those of us
who were imprinted with fear
like a faint line in the center of our foreheads
learning to be afraid with our mother's milk
for by this weapon
this illusion of some safety to be found
the heavy-footed hoped to silence us
For all of us
this instant and this triumph
We were never meant to survive.
And when the sun rises we are afraid
it might not remain
when the sun sets we are afraid
it might not rise in the morning
when our stomachs are full we are afraid
when our stomachs are empty we are afraid
we may never eat again
when we are loved we are afraid
love will vanish
when we are alone we are afraid
love will never return
and when we speak we are afraid
our words will not be heard
but when we are silent
we are still afraid
So it is better to speak
we were never meant to survive
Saturday, December 11, 2010
1) I really enjoyed these pictures, even though there are a lot of annoying pop up ads, and I kind of felt like something was crawling on me while I was looking at them.
2) The SCAR Project (nudity, possibly not work safe).
3) Art art really tiny art.
4) Hello, National Geographic Puzzles. Goodbye, productivity.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
2) The Grandpa at the Diner today who called me "dear" seven times. I counted.
3) My emergency chocolate stash.
4) Blood Script and Note to Self by Mary Coble(*trigger warning*). This isn't a like as in "it makes me happy," but as in "it's amazing that after centuries of art people are still finding forms of artistic expression that make it hard for me to breathe."
Monday, December 6, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
I was lucky enough to get three letters this week. Two of them were in homemade envelopes, which inspired me to dive into my letter box and look at all of the lovely letters I've received in homemade envelopes (I blurred the addresses so that none of ya'll creepers stalk me and my loved ones):
2) Kittens on slides. (thanks, Will)
3) Christmas trees! We got ours today, and it smells/looks wonderful. I will take a picture of it once we get it decorated.
4) I got in a minor car accident yesterday, which I don't like, but I do like that everyone is fine, there was very little damage to either vehicle, and everyone involved (including the cop, and a witness with three kids who gave hugs and was generally reassuring) was really kind. I also like the following conversation that I had with my friend Will:
Hel: I was hoping to make it to 30 without being the driver in an accident.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
8:44 pm Chez: You watchin?
8:44 pm Chez: You wachin?
8:59 pm Chez: Anne won top model.
2) This awesome movement.
3) This interesting use of your internet fanbase.
4) This poem by Daphne Gottlieb:
it's on but
i don't know
whether i want
her, fuck her
or borrow her clothes
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
In the past week or so, I've taken a bunch of pictures with the intention of posting them on this here blog, but didn't. So now you get them all at once!
2) Coming home to find that a Friend has reattached our porch door! There used to be nothing there.
3) Free, delicious water from the spring on rt 79.
4) This beautifully presented mango "chicken" from the Vegetarian Palate in Brooklyn.
5) The sock rug that my mom is making for me from 30 years of saved socks, the white ones dyed orange.
6) I'm sorry that this isn't the best quality photo, but I took it while driving on the highway, so, yeah. I like that someone wrote "HAVE FUN" on this truck's mud flaps.
Monday, November 29, 2010
2) Marcel the Shell with Shoes On
4) (My dad's signature shot involves getting on the ground to take family portraits from below. After we grew up and grew chins that angle became less attractive, but when we were little it was pretty darn cute).
2) Cleaning other people's bathrooms. I like cleaning because you work for a little while and see results fairly soon, and you can really get into the zone. The cleaning zone, I guess. And cleaning other people's bathrooms is better than cleaning your own, definitely. I once toyed with the idea that maybe I should clean other people's homes professionally, but decided against it. Here's why: when I surprise someone by cleaning their bathroom or kitchen, they are always surprised and happy. They never say "You didn't scrub behind the toilet?" Whatever you do is more than they expect, so they're never disappointed. Or if they are, they don't tell you.
3) Can't stop listening to this song now. Lyrics can be found here.
4) What? Oh no. (Thanks, Max).
Friday, November 26, 2010
2) Watching the mountain lions at the Bergen County Zoo with Kevin. They really wanted to eat this baby that was watching them, it was great.
2.5) Being at the Zoo reminded me of this youtube video.
3) The delicious salad that I made for Thanksgiving yesterday: baby spinach, apple, cranberries, toasted walnuts, bleu cheese, and maple balsamic vinaigrette.
4) Staab Family fun. Last night I picked up a deck of cards called "Great Looks at Great Books" (or something like that) and decided to count how many I'd read. My sister, dad, mom, and uncle followed suit. Anna then remembered the Facebook note that's been going around with BBC's list of 100 most loved books, and we decided to go through them to determine how many of them each of us had read individually, and as a group. Our powers combined, we've read 62% of those books (our weaknesses were science fiction and cheesy novels). From there, Anna suggested that we play charades, acting out some of the books. All of us seemed open to the idea of guessing, but only my dad really got into acting them out.
Here we have him acting out Anna Karenina (This is just before he falls over and writhes on the floor imitating her suicide):And here he is acting out "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings:"
5) Paranoid Parrot.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
2) Finding a song and being pretty sure the first time I hear it that I am going to listen to it over and over until I hate it. The song Little Lion Man by Mumford and Sons has everything I need in a song right now: multiple stringed instruments including a banjo, an occasional pronounced beat, singing at the end without instruments, and the word "fuck." I can almost guarantee that in a month (maybe less), I will be incredibly sick of it from over-listening.
3) Drinking fancy beer, eating free homestyle mac & cheese, sour milk chocolate cake and Mike & Ike, and watching Harry Potter & the Half Blood Prince in front of a really hot fire with Natalie after a long day.
4) Long Thanksgiving breaks! I know that my opportunity for week long breaks from work will decrease as my age and number of commitments increase, so I plan to appreciate this one a whole lot.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
2) After realizing today that AAA was not going to help me, I called a towing company. The man arrived and promptly started my car. My mechanic friend said that the towtruck man probably just got lucky, but I am very happy that he did. At the very least, I have hope that my car will get me home for Thanksgiving, when I can have it checked out by the family mechanic.
3) Sites that make my never ending quest for new music easier.
4) My boss, who brought me another box of Mike & Ike, and sent me home with two giant containers of leftover homestyle mac & cheese.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
2) Testing my spatial relations.
3) Sour Milk Chocolate Cake. Our milk has gone bad, and the vegans are out of town, so I took the opportunity to make sour milk chocolate cake. It's delicious, and means that you don't have to throw out perfectly terrible milk. I learned this trick from my mom. Unfortunamente, I didn't realize until I had already started combining ingredients that we didn't have any eggs. Luckily, my mom taught me another baking trick. Please don't be grossed out, but when you don't have eggs, you can easily replace them with two pickles and a freezy pop. Just kidding. Mayonnaise! A third a cup of mayo is mostly made of eggs anyway, and can be used to replace one egg. I'm not going to tell Natalie about that substitution until she has already eaten a piece of cake and loved it.
4) When you get into your car, turn the key, and it starts. That didn't happen today, but I'm grateful for all of the times that it has happened up until this point. I also like AAA, which I will call tomorrow to come rescue my car.
Asking for More - Sarah Manguso
I am not asking to suffer less.
I hope to be nearly crucified.
To live because I don't want to.
That hope, that sweet agent —
My best work is its work.
The horse I ride into Hell is my best horse
And bears its name.
So, friends, drink your cocktails and wear your hats.
Thank you for leaving me this whole world to go mad in.
I am not asking for mercy. I am asking for more.
I don't mind when no mercy comes
Or when it comes in the form of my mad self
Running at me. I am not asking for mercy.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
2) the Name Anagram Generator. My anagram is "I am the saner able," but you can also use it for other things. Some good anagrams that I've discovered:
Karen Staab (my mom): Brake, Satan!
Earlham College: Hello! Lame Grace.
Newfield, New York: Wrinkled of Weeny
and, my all time favorite (I don't know what prompted me to type this into the anagram generator, but I'm so glad that I did).....
Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Pithy Female Braves Fury
3) The friend request I got on Facebook with the message: "Hi U Look Great In Read."Oh goodness. I'm sorry that our public school system has failed you so horribly, random facebook stranger, but also, that's pretty hilarious.
Friday, November 12, 2010
- "Love accepts counsel from no calamity." - Rumi
- "so of my stupid sincere youth, the exquisite failure uncouth" - ee cummings
- "I started thinking of things that make me happy, and now I can't stop." - Maggie Ashmore
2) Cash Cab. I love it. When things get slow at the Diner, we turn on the tv and watch Cash Cab. You might be familiar with Cash Cab from it's recent cameo on 30 Rock, thus combining two of my favorite televised things.
3) My uncle is in the NY Times! Apparently Tom, my sister's partner, was reading the NY Times and happened to notice that Bill Staab was quoted. Pretty cool.
4) Veteran's Day! The fact that today is a national holiday meant that kids didn't have school, and the fact that kids didn't have school meant that a large number of parents (who might not feel as positively about their kids not being in school as I/the kids feel) brought their kids to the Diner! Customers! Tips! It also meant that my boss' son hung out with us and washed dishes. All I really need to be happy is a snarky teenager and someone else to do the dishes.
5) My mom's face in this picture taken circa 1950 (she's the blond on the right).
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
2) Hitting the "Next Blog" button on blogger and seeing the random blogs that come up.
3) This lady's wonderful approach to child-rearing. Also, that kid, for completely rocking that costume.
4) This poem by e.e. cummings. I read it as "anyone" being the name of the main character, and "noone" as the name of the love interest, but with e.e. cummings who knows.
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did
Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her
someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream
stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)
one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.
Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
2) My lovely housemate/coworker/friend since 4th grade Natalie Braun, for many reasons, but most recently for graciously pointing out that in my last entry I used "it's" instead of "its." The offensive misuse of the apostrophe has been corrected. I'm very sorry for having subjected you to that!
2b. On the subject of Natalie Braun, I am a big fan of friends that you've known for most of your life. I am lucky enough to have a bunch of those, some of whom I get to see on a regular basis. Here is a wonderful picture from High School of two lovely ladies that I got to spend time with today who I have known for twelve years (I think that this is what joy looks like):
3) Halloween costumes for dogs. Particulary #11.
4) This poem by Philip Larkin (please note: I love my parents very much, they are wonderful parents, and I hope to someday be as wonderful of a parent for my own kids. But this poem is also very true).
This Be the Verse
They fuck you up, your mum and dad
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
Monday, November 8, 2010
2. Earlham College staying true to its awkwardness. I had the opportunity to visit Earlham this weekend, and was lucky enough to walk into the coffee shop just as the Quidditch team was naming who was in which Hogwarts house. Soak it up, Earlhamites, never again will you be surrounded by that much weird all at once. Unless you move to Yellow Springs.
2a. Speaking of Earlham and awkwardness, I am a fan of Sarah Clinton McCausland's Look at This Fucking Earlham.
3. What should be a 9.5 hour drive only taking 8.5 hours. I don't know how that happened, but I like it.
4. The Census. Or, more specifically, our Census Lady. Somehow, our house was randomly selected to be part of a more in depth census study. Of course, it is a household with four twenty-somethings living in intentional spiritual community with a very small shared income. She had to call her supervisor to try to figure out what to do with us. She also apparently has taken a personal interest in us and our well-being, as the last time she came to visit she brought us clothes and kitchen chairs. I credit this to her generous nature, not her thinking that we all wear shitty clothes and sit in shitty chairs. Thanks, Census Lady.
5. The Midwest. I'm really glad this sky is still there, even though I hadn't seen it in five months.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
2. Internet ads being used for good causes.
I was on lastfm, pointlessly looking over the stats of the music that I listen to because I didn't want to go to bed yet, and I noticed an ad the corner. It was showing slides of the "Top 5 Least Romantic Gifts Ever." It listed scrunchies, a shark calendar, perfume samples, a gym membership, and then said "Click to Expand Window For #1." So I clicked, because they asked me to. A window came up and showed me the video that you can see here. That's some damn good advertising.
(I'm not trying to tell you to get the vaccine. Even with the vaccine, you can still get certain kinds of HPV. Get the vaccine if you want, but mostly be safe, get tested, and make sure who ever you're bumping uglies with has been tested too.)
3. Being realistic about our expectations for politicians. First of all, they're politicians, not magicians. I have my qualms with Obama, sure, but we gotta remember what the guy was given to work with. Whether you were a Bush fan or not, I think it's fair to say that things were already looking gloomy at the end of his term (who/what you attribute that to is not for me to tell you). It's my opinion that Obama has done relatively well, all things considered. Check out "What the Fuck Has Obama Done So Far?" and think about giving the guy a break.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
2. Kanye West's ego. I've been meaning to write about this one for a few weeks. I don't know if you have heard Kanye's new song Runaway, but you should probably listen to it at least once. When you do, be sure to take in the fact that, somehow, even when admitting that he's an asshole, Kanye West is an asshole. An asshole that makes some amazing music. If you think you can handle it, watch the half-hour long mini movie he made promoting his latest album. I couldn't make it through the whole thing, so I can't really speak for the message. I had to stop watching it because I felt like I was trapped inside of Kanye's ego and I was scared I would never get out.
This may sound like something I don't like, but that's not true. I like music and artistic expression, I like good beats, and I like that somehow Kanye manages to use the fact that he sent a girl pictures of his dick to enhance his massive sense of self worth. I also just really like this song.
3. Spending most of the afternoon in the kitchen. Baking and cooking for hours not only serves a therapeutic purpose, it also heats the kitchen!
Monday, November 1, 2010
2. The cd recently sent to me by Latia Danielle Jointer. When I was at Earlham, I was part of a gospel choir called "Gospel Revelations," and it was wonderful. Thanks to the cd Tia sent me, I can kind of pretend to be in G-Revs again while I drive or clean my room. Although it's hard to do the hand motions to "Back to Eden" while driving, just saying.
3. The poem "the Death of Autumn" by Edna St. Vincet Millay:
When reeds are dead and straw to thatch the marshes,
And feathered pampas-grass rides into the wind
Like Agèd warriors westward, tragic, thinned
Of half their tribe; an over the flattened rushes,
Stripped of its secret, open, stark and bleak,
Blackens afar the half-forgotten creek,--
Then leans on me the weight of the year, and crushes
My heart. I know that beauty must ail and die,
And will be born again, --but ah, to see
Beauty stiffened, staring up at the sky!
Oh, Autumn! Autumn! --What is the Spring to me?
4. Butternut squash pancakes! We had leftover cooked butternut squash from when Natalie made squash pie, so I tweaked a recipe for vegan pumpkin pancakes, and they were delicious.
Here's the recipe, with my changes:
2 1/2 cups whole wheat flour
3 cups water1/2 cup soy milk
2 tbsp baking powder
2 tbsp sugar
1 tbsp brown sugar
1 tsp salt
1/2 cup mashed, cooked butternut squash
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/4 tsp nutmeg
1/4 tsp allspice
1 tsp vanilla extract
1/2 tsp baking soda
1 tsp apple cider vinegar (or white if necessary)Combine soymilk with the tsp vinegar in a separate bowl. Give it 5 minutes to curdle (this is like using buttermilk). Stir together squash, spices, sugar, water and soymilk in mixing bowl. Add in remaining ingredients and stir JUST UNTIL MOIST, NO LONGER. Let sit 5 minutes to rise and lightly stir again. Let rest 5 more minutes and cook them up. Makes about 10 5" pancakes.
5. My sister Laurel's and her boyfriend's homemade halloween costumes:
Friday, October 29, 2010
1) My boss at the diner, for bringing me a box of Mike & Ike.
2) Andy Goldsworthy, for teaching me in my impressionable youth that beauty is transient, and that that's okay.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Kids deserve the space to vocalize their own experiences, and the young man in the first video says it so well: "I just kept telling myself 'it's okay, I'll have such a better life when I get to college or get out of school altogether, because that's when I'll be able to actually be myself and live.' So I tried that for a couple of years, and I went day to day, and it just didn't get any better. And then I realized 'Hey I'm gonna be here for a while. Why should these years be any less than perfect for me?' Because I deserved a good life. I deserved to be happy."
2) This art blog started by my friend Ben Valentine.
3) Discovering new music in my itunes library while listening it's on shuffle. My most recently favorite find is the song "Silver Moons" by Sunset Rubdown. Spectacular lyrics, in my opinion.
4) Halloween Greetings from Rowntree, brought to you by JibJab.
5) The fact that I'm no longer sixteen, nor will ever be again. Check out this angst, and do-it-yourself rebellious hair coloring.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
2) Successfully trying new recipes! In the past few days, I've made a really good vegan mac and cheese (though I will add less salt than the recipe calls for in the future), and a delicious Chana Masala. Both are surprisingly easy make.
3) Drunk History. There are a bunch more, but this is my favorite. It makes me wonder what historical tale I would tell if someone got me drunk and pointed a camera at me. Maybe Pocahontas. Probably Evelyen Hooker.
4) Sourdough. For the past two months, I've been painstakingly caring for a sourdough starter. It's a challenge in a cold house that went unoccupied for many years (they say that starters do best in kitchens that have been baked in regularly), but it's getting better. If you have a good starter, you can make delicious bread without any added yeast whatsoever! I just think that that is the coolest thing ever. Bread baking is magical on its own, but when you are baking with the yeast that is naturally occurring in our air and in the flour, it's super magical.
Plus, having a starter is kind of like having a pet. Each one is different, you have to feed it on a regular basis, and it kind of smells. Read more about sourdough here.
5) Making art! I've discovered that my mood is drastically better on days that I make art or write creatively. Art is an all natural antidepressant. You should try it.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Exhibit A: "I invited him back to my house to watch Pete & Pete. It was like a redhead extravaganza."
Exhibit B: Jenny's fabulous blog, which features wonderful vegan food, and other Jenny-related adventures.
2) This fun thing. Try making multiple circles inside each other.
3) Good math teachers, getting the credit they deserve. (My mother's playgroup turns out the best grown ups).
4) This picture (taken circa 1985?). It gives you an idea of what my mother had to work with in the beginnings of her aforementioned playgroup.
5) VEGAN POT PIE FOR DINNER! BEST SURPRISE EVER!
Thursday, October 21, 2010
2) Getting postcards and letters multiple times a week (especially all the way from Kenya! Thanks Nellie!).
3) Coming home to pesto and homemade apple pie.
4) Walking into work to see this taped to the fridge:
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
2) the song "Do Right Woman, Do Right Man" by Aretha Franklin. "They say it's a man's world, but you won't prove that by me."
3) This interesting use of statistical analysis. (Put aside your hang ups with the reinforcement of the gender and sexuality binary for just a moment while you read this).
4) I told a woman at the diner today about how drafty my house was, because it's so old. She said "You've just gotta get some caulk. Lots of caulk. Get a whole lot of caulk, find the places where the holes are, and stick that caulk right in there."
5) Seeing a group of children walking home from school in small town, rural, upstate NY, all wearing purple.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
2) The band "Iron Horse" for making bluegrass cover albums of bands such as Modest Mouse, the Goo Goo Dolls, and Metallica. I finally have a justifiable reason to listen to the song "Here is Gone" over and over.
3) Days that involve this kind of thing:
1) This poem:
my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and chipping with sharp fatal tools in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of chrome and ex -ecute strides of cobalt nevertheless i feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am becoming something a little different, in fact myself Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet bellowings. - ee cummings
2) The "invisible" feature on skype and gchat which allows me to see who is online without them seeing me. Get with the times, facebook.
3)And the view on my drive home from work at the diner: