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