Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Faith, demo derbies, gays, grandmas, and dogs

1. I'm reading Traveling Mercies by Anne Lamott. This is the first Lamott book I've read, and I'm loving it. I like it because it's about the spiritual journey of someone I can relate to. It's really refreshing to read about someone who is religious in the same way that I am. A lot of the time when we hear about people who's lives are defined by their faith, it's in a negative way. But this isn't, it makes clear that being religious is not the same as being dogmatic or closed-minded. It's great.

The first paragraph:

"My coming to faith did not start with a leap but rather a series of staggers from what seemed like one safe place to another. Like lily pads, round and green, these places summoned and then held me up while I grew. Each prepared me for the next leaf on which I would land, and in this way I moved across the swamp of doubt and fear. When I look back on some of these early resting places - the boisterous home of the Catholics, the soft armchair of the Christian Science mom, adoption by ardent Jews - I can see how flimsy and indirect a path they made. Yet each step brought me closer to the verdant pad of faith on which I somehow stay afloat today."

(don't worry, the lily pad metaphor ends there)

2. Demolition derbies.

3. Gay student gets "new" car after vandalism.


5. Dog-Shaming. 

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Babies Dancing

I have a bunch of other things bookmarked to tell you about, but it's late and I'm tired. It's really important that I share this with you right now, though:

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Lets try a password, hello? Nope.

Today it's just this, but this is really really great. It's like drunk history, but my mom won't get worried for the well being of the narrators.

Monday, August 20, 2012

The Cinnamon Roll Fairy

1. You can listen to this song while you read the rest of this post:

3. The lovely Ms. Emily Healy visited this weekend. We haven't spent more than a few hours together in about four years, but from 6th to 12th grade we were nearly inseparable. Good to be reunited.

4. Last fall, at the Ithaca Farmer's Market, I purchased the best cinnamon roll I have ever eaten. It was huge, $2.50, topped with a creamy filling like the kind used in cheese danishes, and when I bought it the man heated it up for me. Every time I went back to the Farmer's Market since then, I've searched in vain for this cinnamon roll. If I hadn't been with a friend when I first ate it, I might have doubted the existence of this cinnamon roll man/fairy. I asked around, and no one knew who he was. I gave up any hope of eating the most delicious cinnamon roll ever again.
AND THEN this Saturday I took Emily to the Farmer's Market, and WHAT SHOULD I SEE but the cinnamon roll man. I was so excited I had to walk away at first and gain my composure. I got my heated $2.50 cinnamon roll, and it was just as good as I remembered it. Unparalleled joy.

5. These pictures by Vadim Trunov are out of control.

6. Tonight my friend Colin helped, via gchat, as I agonized for way too long on a basic job application related e-mail. Once I finished, I decided to go buy myself some sushi from the co-op as a treat, and bid farewell to Colin. I drove downtown, but just as I was walking into the co-op I reached into my purse to find that my wallet was missing. I took this as a sign that I was meant to save my money and eat leftovers tonight, and texted Colin to tell him my tale of disappointment. Colin responded, "Will they take a credit card over the phone? Dinner's on me if they will!" What a friend.
(My wallet was on my bed when I got home, and I had delicious leftover curried lentils and a fresh salad for dinner).

Sunday, August 19, 2012

For Jane

For Jane

225 days under grass
and you know more than I.
they have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.
is this how it works?
in this room
the hours of love
still make shadows.

when you left
you took almost
I kneel in the nights
before tigers
that will not let me be.

what you were
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and I do not care. 
Charles Bukowski

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Probably Not

1. When Baby wants to sit in my lap, he just kind of backs up towards me with his butt sticking out. 

2. Hillary Clinton, doin' it right. 


Some springs, apples bloom too soon.
The trees have grown here for a hundred years, and are still quick
to trust that the frost has finished. Some springs,
pink petals turn black. Those summers, the orchards are empty
and quiet. No reason for the bees to come.

Other summers, red apples beat hearty in the trees, golden apples
glow in sheer skin. Their weight breaks branches,
the ground rolls with apples, and you fall in fruit.

You could say, I have been foolish. You could say, I have been fooled.
You could say, Some years, there are apples.

- Rose McLarney

4. Okay, apparently this video is a riddle. I don't care to solve it, and the video on its own is beyond my comprehension, BUT this has been one of the theme songs of my summer and I thought you should hear it. 

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Links and Videos

1. Uganda had its first ever Pride Parade this summer. Here is a short article about it, and here are some pictures.

2. This artist, Stephen Wiltshire, who drew an 18 foot picture of the NYC skyline from memory, after  only a 20 minute helicopter ride. 

3. Let's just keep the Call Me Maybe videos comin' all summer. This might be the best one yet:

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Pictures! Cute things! Cute picture day!

1. This morning Baby slept in after a hard night, so I talked online with Kevin, Big Ben, and Will Vincent for a few hours. Those are three of my favorite guys, and they always make me laugh and feel good about myself. And I'm pretty sure that only Will reads this blog, so you get all the glory, Will.


3. Remember when I requested pictures of cute animals from my friends to support me in my job search? Here are the results:

And this gif:

And this video:

4. Hanging out with Baby.

5. One more picture just for fun:

Monday, August 6, 2012

Sad But Pretty

This post might make you think I'm sad, but I'm not. I promise. I had a great day hanging out with Baby and my sister, eating good food, driving through the country side and singing. It just happens that today I want to share this poem and this song, and they are sad. But sad is important too, and I appreciate art that encapsulates that importance.


I Think I Should Have Loved You Presently

I think I should have loved you presently,
And given in earnest words I flung in jest;
And lifted honest eyes for you to see,
And caught your hand against my cheek and breast;
And all my pretty follies flung aside
That won you to me, and beneath your gaze,
Naked of reticence and shorn of pride,
Spread like a chart my little wicked ways.
I, that had been to you, had you remained,
But one more waking from a recurrent dream,
Cherish no less the certain stakes I gained,
And walk your memory's halls, austere, supreme,
A ghost in marble of a girl you knew
Who would have loved you in a day or two.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Saturday, August 4, 2012

it ain't going backwards

1. My sister is visiting! It's great. We've watched x-files, eaten ice cream, played with Baby, eaten birthday pavlova, gone gallery hopping, wine tasting, and gorge swimming. It's awesome to spend time with my sister, and this is also kind of a farewell tour of Ithaca for me - gotta revisit all of my favorite places and see the ones I haven't gotten to yet!

2. Um, orphaned kangaroo and wombat that are best friends... it's so great when the universe knows what I need and delivers. 

3. A lot of the time Jon Stewart provides a voice of reason that is missing in a political or social discussion. He has totally fallen short, however, in the Chik-Fil-A controversy. It's not about what the owner of Chik-Fil-A believes. I couldn't care less what he believes. It's about donating money to organizations that promote, and practice, the idea that you can pray the gay away. Or torture, shame, and guilt the gay away. Anyway, that aside, I appreciated what Jon Stewart said recently about the "millions" of people who showed up to support Chik-Fil-A on August 1st:
“For people who are gay or support gay marriage, I get how seeing thousands of people come out to make this statement is incredibly disheartening. But take solace in this: Gay marriage is happening. Like many drive-through window lanes, it ain’t going backwards. And your bonus is this: You get gay marriage, and all your political opponents are going to get is Type 2 diabetes.”


source: A Girl's Guide to Taking Over the World

Thursday, August 2, 2012

falling duckling make things better

1. I've been doing the job search thing recently, and it blows. Yesterday, I decided that instead of complaining about it on twitter, I should figure out how to make it (even slightly) less of an agonizing experience. I've got all of these fantastic friends, so I though, what could my friends feasibly do to support me in this? I made a list of my needs and posted it on facebook:
- Words of encouragement
- Experienced people to give advice on job search strategies
- Pictures of cute animals
- Volunteers to proof read cover letters, advice on cover letter writing in general
- Mix cds, spotify playlists, etc, since I won't have as much time as usual to look for new music
- First hand connections with places in Boston that I might work, or people who might give me a job
- Videos of dancing children/animals/anyone

Almost immediately, I received an outpouring of comments, messages, and wall posts. Kind words, offers of support, adorable animal pictures. I still have to apply to jobs, but now I feel like I have the support of some friends, and I know who I can reach out to if I need help. Thanks, friends.


Eagle Poem

To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you.
And know there is more
That you can’t see, can’t hear
Can’t know except in moments
Steadily growing, and in languages
That aren’t always sound but other
Circles of motion.
Like eagle that Sunday morning
Over Salt River. Circled in blue sky
In wind, swept our hearts clean
With sacred wings.
We see you, see ourselves and know
That we must take the utmost care
And kindness in all things.
Breathe in, knowing we are made of
All this, and breathe, knowing
We are truly blessed because we
Were born, and die soon, within a
True circle of motion,
Like eagle rounding out the morning
Inside us.
We pray that it will be done
In beauty.
In beauty.

- Joy Harjo

4. This song is just so great. Lyrics here