"Once, when I said I was a conductor, someone exclaimed, 'Oh, I love trains!' That was an unusual response, if only because the number of women driving trains seems about as small as the number driving orchestras."
--Marietta Cheng, "Women Conductors: Has the Train Left the Station?"
"No matter how hard I tried, I could not be the same"
--Marietta Cheng, "Women Conductors: Has the Train Left the Station?"
http://www.polyphonic.org/harmony/6/Women_Conductors_Cheng.pdf
http://osfl.org/marietta-cheng-conductor-laureate
Tchaikovsky "Francesca da Rimini", Op. 32, Part 1/2 conducted by M. Cheng
Friday, April 08, 2011
people
Some dead people who, it has seemed, decided to like or somehow favor me...B. Franklin, Thoreau, Christine de Pizan, Irene MacDonald, Elisabetta Sirani, St. Augustine, Thomas Beckett, Beatrice D'Este, Dante, Royal Alfred who liked learning, and some others I can't think of immediately off the top of my head or who knows what their names were? Funny bunch. Oh yeah. B. Schroeder...
B.F.'s Funeral & Grave
Elisabetta's on someone's album cover.
B.F.'s Funeral & Grave
Elisabetta's on someone's album cover.
People in parking lots
People pass in and outdoors and there are older people and younger people and different souls in each, and different conciousnesses floating in different heads, like balloons hurrying in or out of a pharmacy clutching bags with throat spray and lozenges. But a soul in one body can be in another body next life.
And I think it's really true.
And I think it's really true.
Thursday, April 07, 2011
ABCDEFG
http://dontconformtransform.wordpress.com/2011/04/04/protect-this-house-who-will-females-as-objects-vs-agents/
from
http://feministletters.wordpress.com/2011/03/30/adidas-wants-us-all-in-–-unless-you’re-a-girl/
&
http://feministletters.wordpress.com/2011/03/29/today-i-failed-as-a-feminist/
&
http://msmagazine.com/blog/blog/2011/04/04/joe-biden-urges-schools-to-address-sexual-assault-epidemic/
finally
from
http://feministletters.wordpress.com/2011/03/30/adidas-wants-us-all-in-–-unless-you’re-a-girl/
&
http://feministletters.wordpress.com/2011/03/29/today-i-failed-as-a-feminist/
&
http://msmagazine.com/blog/blog/2011/04/04/joe-biden-urges-schools-to-address-sexual-assault-epidemic/
finally
Tuesday, April 05, 2011
Hmmm
Some reason I felt like appreciating the awesomeness of a song...
"You're So Vain"
Singer is so fantastic looking in her weigh.
(Splendid typo. Leave it.)
Guy in concept video reminds me of Joaquin Phoenix when he was in a certain phase.
Someone put on I'm Still Here the other night.
But what if I can't get in the mood to find it funny because I hate he's rich?
So then we watched Please Give.
They were sorta rich too...
Oh.
I truly dislike it when I am eating, or thinking about eating, and a fly flies up in front of me.
God.
"You're So Vain"
Singer is so fantastic looking in her weigh.
(Splendid typo. Leave it.)
Guy in concept video reminds me of Joaquin Phoenix when he was in a certain phase.
Someone put on I'm Still Here the other night.
But what if I can't get in the mood to find it funny because I hate he's rich?
So then we watched Please Give.
They were sorta rich too...
Oh.
I truly dislike it when I am eating, or thinking about eating, and a fly flies up in front of me.
God.
Female Land Surveyors
Do they exist?
Yes, according to the National Museum of Surveying blog post from last December.
Quote: "In Saskatchewan, it took until 2007 for the first female, Jill Susanne, to be awarded a commission. The Saskatchewan Land Survey Association was established in 1910. Apparently only the presidency is less accepting of women. In 2000, Texas finally licensed their first female licensed state land surveyor, Nedra Foster. While she was a Registered Professional Land Surveyor, she was the first LSLS.
I believe this is good enough, as this took hours of research just to find these stories."
Another one: Women Surveyors
Yes, according to the National Museum of Surveying blog post from last December.
Quote: "In Saskatchewan, it took until 2007 for the first female, Jill Susanne, to be awarded a commission. The Saskatchewan Land Survey Association was established in 1910. Apparently only the presidency is less accepting of women. In 2000, Texas finally licensed their first female licensed state land surveyor, Nedra Foster. While she was a Registered Professional Land Surveyor, she was the first LSLS.
I believe this is good enough, as this took hours of research just to find these stories."
Another one: Women Surveyors
Monday, April 04, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
This was missing
a cigarette (not really) and a drink or something: listened to Smog - River Guard while reading Peanuts by Charles Bukowski, courtesy of clicking on FB links by grad school peoples...was good background music to reading Bukowski-esque Peanuts...cien por ciento not planned but que sorpresa.
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Dinner for less than a dollar:
Little potatoes, little parsnip, parsley.
Only for that price at that store up the street.
Later supplemented by snacking.
That's the way to happy poverty.
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Dinner for less than a dollar:
Little potatoes, little parsnip, parsley.
Only for that price at that store up the street.
Later supplemented by snacking.
That's the way to happy poverty.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Stories
One of the Beatles sang one called It's Just Another Day. In one story, some characters got famous and monetary but then still went all depressed sometimes for some reason. Other characters were pleased to not be famous but needed to be more successful so poverty didn't push them over a cliff. Books written on Thoreau, Emerson, Fuller, Alcott, and Louisa May. How do people get successful? Maybe the answer was in the books, meditation, or episodes of the X Files.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
A strange but not actually unpleasant dinner
Hot: olive oil, brown jasmine rice rewarmed in a pan, fried egg, shredded cabbage
and of course, the pan
Cold: chopped red onion, chopped dill chips, smoked herring from a tin,
(sidenote: supposedly pregnant women in holland crave raw fish from carts that sell them with pickles, onions) sprinkle of herb salad mix, splash of hot sauce,
and of course, the plate.
Wash it down with: smooth tequila in orange juice with icecubes
and of course, the pan
Cold: chopped red onion, chopped dill chips, smoked herring from a tin,
(sidenote: supposedly pregnant women in holland crave raw fish from carts that sell them with pickles, onions) sprinkle of herb salad mix, splash of hot sauce,
and of course, the plate.
Wash it down with: smooth tequila in orange juice with icecubes
Digging Away To Something Better
Sigh. Betrayals abound in this universe. You love a radio station, but 2 out of the 17 DJs you looked up are female. At least those are 2. No offense to the other 15. No offense to the 2 (who may very well not really care about that gender imbalance.) But it's bothersome to some of us. (To a teeny minority it seems.) I hope the future is a lot more shocked. I'm counting on it...
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On the heels of this discovery, the idea of people who pour time into reading or writing about "The Bad Girl" plus "Our Favorite Literary Bad Girls" just makes me want to emit a disappointed groan.
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Mejor:
Water rushing over the rocks, trails to old graves, the guy who said to come along on (co-ed group) run 'cause you're wearing the right shoes.
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Never underestimate the power of a good walk.
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On the heels of this discovery, the idea of people who pour time into reading or writing about "The Bad Girl" plus "Our Favorite Literary Bad Girls" just makes me want to emit a disappointed groan.
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Mejor:
Water rushing over the rocks, trails to old graves, the guy who said to come along on (co-ed group) run 'cause you're wearing the right shoes.
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Never underestimate the power of a good walk.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Good stuff (2)
1) It was good to know that the few people I know from Japan (including a college roommate, with whom I share a birthday) are doing well.
2) I looked at some blogs and saw this: Iso In Slow Motion: Bath Time! I think I just keeled over from cute.
2) I looked at some blogs and saw this: Iso In Slow Motion: Bath Time! I think I just keeled over from cute.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Bridge
I'm thinking of walking in a certain place near here.
When I walk over a bridge, or maybe just a place that kind of feels like a bridge, and it's surrounded by something nature-y, I always, almost, have to think of a certain girl. She was photographed by her father's friend/colleague, whatever. It seems, she had a father who was an author.
And maybe it was, maybe it wasn't based on her, but a character in the Light Princess has her name, it seems.
So that's a fairy tale.
But I think of her walking over a bridge, on her way to be a maid.
And other things.
Why so?
At times I've had many impressions of how things looked in her life.
Why so?
Who knows.
So.
A person is not a book character.
And the book maybe will be a musical?
Could be interesting.
Quien sabe? *shrug*
Quien puede decir.
People and books are different.
Still.
Weird little things.
Weird little connections.
All over the planet.
And another walk.
Walkin' After Midnight
When I walk over a bridge, or maybe just a place that kind of feels like a bridge, and it's surrounded by something nature-y, I always, almost, have to think of a certain girl. She was photographed by her father's friend/colleague, whatever. It seems, she had a father who was an author.
And maybe it was, maybe it wasn't based on her, but a character in the Light Princess has her name, it seems.
So that's a fairy tale.
But I think of her walking over a bridge, on her way to be a maid.
And other things.
Why so?
At times I've had many impressions of how things looked in her life.
Why so?
Who knows.
So.
A person is not a book character.
And the book maybe will be a musical?
Could be interesting.
Quien sabe? *shrug*
Quien puede decir.
People and books are different.
Still.
Weird little things.
Weird little connections.
All over the planet.
And another walk.
Walkin' After Midnight
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Swims...
Someone lives here.
Someone completes a project.
Something boring gets magical.
Something swims there.
Someone completes a project.
Something boring gets magical.
Something swims there.
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
How does life
How does it go from so-so sorry to awesome in such a short span of time?
How does it do that?
Meeting super interesting people. That's kinda how it does that!
How does it do that?
Meeting super interesting people. That's kinda how it does that!
Day of Days
Fat Tuesday (everyone knows that!)
International Women's Day (some people know)
International (woman race with frying pans) Pancake Day?
Pancake (Ohio) song
pancakeday.net
International Women's Day (some people know)
International (woman race with frying pans) Pancake Day?
Pancake (Ohio) song
pancakeday.net
Monday, March 07, 2011
Could be good stuff...
PS22 Chorus's Purple People&
Pilates Breathing - shared knowledge of a military spouse
Evolutionary, my dear Watson...
Pilates Breathing - shared knowledge of a military spouse
Evolutionary, my dear Watson...
Feels
Bad: rumbles about going to Libya
Bad/Good: I love it when people who have no family in the military go on about how patriotic they are and how much they support the troops. It's awesome.
Good:
(exquisite nothingness)
Bad/Good: I love it when people who have no family in the military go on about how patriotic they are and how much they support the troops. It's awesome.
Good:
(exquisite nothingness)
Sunday, March 06, 2011
Friday, March 04, 2011
Boo Hoo
She went after the next temp crown fell out and because she couldn't find the plug and wire stuff for downloading the good and gorgeous and beautiful trip reminiscing photos.
Boo hoo. Tear drip.
Pixies - Silver
Pretty is watching dripping ice icicles from heated outdoor pool and a mountain called Heavenly...
And also the drive up and interesting changes in terrain. All the sister and brother mountains.
Away away away...
Boo hoo. Tear drip.
Pixies - Silver
Pretty is watching dripping ice icicles from heated outdoor pool and a mountain called Heavenly...
And also the drive up and interesting changes in terrain. All the sister and brother mountains.
Away away away...
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Hell hath no fury
like a woman living in a complicated body.
Teeth should not feel like rocks.
That's just one aspect...
Teeth should not feel like rocks.
That's just one aspect...
Certain stories
USMA Coed class of 80, More Women Than Ever, Porcelain On Steel.
"Leaders of the women's and civil rights movements are not likely to mention West Point as an archetype of advancement on their behalf, nor would they probably point to the U.S. Army as an institutional model of minority progress and opportunity. But West Point and the Army have been microcosms where small battles and victories have led to fundamental social change." --Donna McAleer
"Leaders of the women's and civil rights movements are not likely to mention West Point as an archetype of advancement on their behalf, nor would they probably point to the U.S. Army as an institutional model of minority progress and opportunity. But West Point and the Army have been microcosms where small battles and victories have led to fundamental social change." --Donna McAleer
Friday, February 25, 2011
Such a moment
Big hall
Another's house
A girl named Ashley
Loved me
I was four
Show me how to blow milkweed
Draw a heart with an arrow
Big sister
Not by blood
But adored
Older and wiser
Big hall
Another's house
Spin me around
West Point, West Point
Like her father
They said she went
to West Point
like her father
Ashley, Ashley...
Another's house
A girl named Ashley
Loved me
I was four
Show me how to blow milkweed
Draw a heart with an arrow
Big sister
Not by blood
But adored
Older and wiser
Big hall
Another's house
Spin me around
West Point, West Point
Like her father
They said she went
to West Point
like her father
Ashley, Ashley...
Once upon a time
There was an inept assistant who lost a mold
And then took the one size fits all bad model
And made a patient WEAR A ROCK IN HER MOUTH!
And fought with her about seeing a more qualified person.
Assuming that one exists.
And probably was that one that spoke meanly to an elderly patient.
Poor thing, she's probably just overworked and trying to make a living right.
But maybe not!
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Hang ten, hang ten honey...
The Waitress
~~~~~~~~
IIEEE
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+Bill Schroeder +Irene MacDonald +Thoreau +CHRISTINE +others
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Elisabetta Sirani...
And then took the one size fits all bad model
And made a patient WEAR A ROCK IN HER MOUTH!
And fought with her about seeing a more qualified person.
Assuming that one exists.
And probably was that one that spoke meanly to an elderly patient.
Poor thing, she's probably just overworked and trying to make a living right.
But maybe not!
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Hang ten, hang ten honey...
The Waitress
~~~~~~~~
IIEEE
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+Bill Schroeder +Irene MacDonald +Thoreau +CHRISTINE +others
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Elisabetta Sirani...
Thursday, February 24, 2011
"Do give her a chance to set it right side up again"
"I have heard the Bible and have learned that Eve caused man to sin. Well if woman upset the world, do give her a chance to set it right side up again."
"But the women are coming up blessed be God and a few of the men are coming up with them. But man is in a tight place, the poor slave is on him, woman is coming on him, and he is surely between a hawk and a buzzard."
--Sojourner Truth
"But the women are coming up blessed be God and a few of the men are coming up with them. But man is in a tight place, the poor slave is on him, woman is coming on him, and he is surely between a hawk and a buzzard."
--Sojourner Truth
Sssss
Sad swallows a crown. Funny way of getting a crown.
Sad sat and read sad texts.
Sad.
Sad better pay the bill so the APR doesn't rise to 27%.
Shhhh...so the tooth doesn't fall out.
Sad sat and read sad texts.
Sad.
Sad better pay the bill so the APR doesn't rise to 27%.
Shhhh...so the tooth doesn't fall out.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
A find
I have found...
San Francisco's Girls Chorus! There's a CD where they give an excellent performance of the most difficult piece I sang in a choir.
Part: Alto II.
Magnificat by Nicola Porpora
"During the period of 1726 to 1739 Porpora was engaged as a teacher of music by the "Ospedali degli Incurabili", one of four famous Venetian orphanages renowned for their high level of musical performance. The orchestras and choirs of these asylums were composed of girl inmates. The "Magnificat" was composed for the aforementioned orphanage and received its first performance there."
(Notes from inside my tattered 1998 booklet for Magnificat - Niccola Porpora - Edited by Ralph Hunter - Edward B. Marks Music Company -copyright 1967.)
Future purchase: Music from the Venetian Ospedali
http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/sfgirlschorus3
15. Magnificat: Magnificat Anima Mea Dominum 0:51 MP3 $0.99
16. Magnificat: Et Exultavit 1:55 MP3 $0.99
17. Magnificat: Et Misericordia 1:44 MP3 $0.99
18. Magnificat: Fecit Potentiam 2:45 MP3 $0.99
19. Magnificat: Gloria Patri 1:07 MP3 $0.99
20. Magnificat: Sicut Erat in Principio 2:06 MP3 $0.99
Sicut erat in principio et nunc et nunc et semper, nunc et semper, et in saecula saeculorum amen
San Francisco's Girls Chorus! There's a CD where they give an excellent performance of the most difficult piece I sang in a choir.
Part: Alto II.
Magnificat by Nicola Porpora
"During the period of 1726 to 1739 Porpora was engaged as a teacher of music by the "Ospedali degli Incurabili", one of four famous Venetian orphanages renowned for their high level of musical performance. The orchestras and choirs of these asylums were composed of girl inmates. The "Magnificat" was composed for the aforementioned orphanage and received its first performance there."
(Notes from inside my tattered 1998 booklet for Magnificat - Niccola Porpora - Edited by Ralph Hunter - Edward B. Marks Music Company -copyright 1967.)
Future purchase: Music from the Venetian Ospedali
http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/sfgirlschorus3
15. Magnificat: Magnificat Anima Mea Dominum 0:51 MP3 $0.99
16. Magnificat: Et Exultavit 1:55 MP3 $0.99
17. Magnificat: Et Misericordia 1:44 MP3 $0.99
18. Magnificat: Fecit Potentiam 2:45 MP3 $0.99
19. Magnificat: Gloria Patri 1:07 MP3 $0.99
20. Magnificat: Sicut Erat in Principio 2:06 MP3 $0.99
Sicut erat in principio et nunc et nunc et semper, nunc et semper, et in saecula saeculorum amen
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
Saturday, February 05, 2011
Awesomeness in a shopping list
Kale, dill, Mediterranean yogurt, Mary's Gone Crackers, herb salad, grapefruit, granny smith apples, Italian parsley, garlic, ginger, spinach, cucumber, celery...
Friday, February 04, 2011
Other winters
It was interesting to find a park. Like Sky Meadows.
To attempt to find relief or escape from what were then certain problems.
To rest, walking up a windy hill.
To find a little shelter to sit under, in cold weather.
To feel as if the essence of a Thoreau-like being was hovering.
Or just present.
It was cold. It was interesting.
To attempt to find relief or escape from what were then certain problems.
To rest, walking up a windy hill.
To find a little shelter to sit under, in cold weather.
To feel as if the essence of a Thoreau-like being was hovering.
Or just present.
It was cold. It was interesting.
Beauty of Life
Today I have a cold, still.
I listened to this song again.
Bebel Gilberto Winter Remix
It still reminded me of a high school friend I didn't know as well as I wish.
I still feel affected by knowing that now he's gone, at least in the form of the person I once knew him as.
Not so long ago, I was 15, 16, 17, 18....by the time those many years pass again I will be around a half century old.
What to do with that time?
I listened to this song again.
Bebel Gilberto Winter Remix
It still reminded me of a high school friend I didn't know as well as I wish.
I still feel affected by knowing that now he's gone, at least in the form of the person I once knew him as.
Not so long ago, I was 15, 16, 17, 18....by the time those many years pass again I will be around a half century old.
What to do with that time?
Friday, January 28, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Fap
Oh, there's a good word to snicker at! Snicker words are good when you have to stare at them and arrange them alot.
Snicker is also quite a fun word, in and of itself.
Snick. Snicky. Snicket...
Snicker is also quite a fun word, in and of itself.
Snick. Snicky. Snicket...
Monday, January 24, 2011
And one evening I went for a walk
And something told me I should watch Paper Moon again. For the first time since I was a kid.
Paper Moon...And...sometimes this song, and others like it, are really satisfying: Man of Constant Sorrow.
But also, this song cheers me up.
Flying Dutchman.
It just does.
Paper Moon...And...sometimes this song, and others like it, are really satisfying: Man of Constant Sorrow.
But also, this song cheers me up.
Flying Dutchman.
It just does.
For a certain kind of person
This: "...how she came to be living in a house surrounded by wilderness, with shelves for thousands of books and long worktables on which to heap manuscripts, research materials and maps..." (Quote from bookjacket of Bird Cloud) is kinda like porn for a certain kind of person.
And now that I looked at the book review, I know how it turned out in the end. Oh well. I guess I don't really mind...
And now that I looked at the book review, I know how it turned out in the end. Oh well. I guess I don't really mind...
Friday, January 21, 2011
Once upon a time
Something in me, something in everyone, has the capacity to envision what it would be like to be someone other than ourselves, and this seems like it can be a very good thing to do when we exercise it.
At the same time, what is other is also us.
I thought this after seeing a picture of someone, which made me remember a man who walked around the restaurant I worked in, wearing his Blackwater shirt, after scandalous news stories about the organization. I feel that someone nudged me and remarked on it, and that was all.
I didn't see anyone speak to him.
At the same time, what is other is also us.
I thought this after seeing a picture of someone, which made me remember a man who walked around the restaurant I worked in, wearing his Blackwater shirt, after scandalous news stories about the organization. I feel that someone nudged me and remarked on it, and that was all.
I didn't see anyone speak to him.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Modjeska, Modjeska
Never heard of her before tonight, but now (one show about her after a documentary) I see her name is everywhere...
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One Modjeska
Another Modjeska
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One Modjeska
Another Modjeska
Saturday, January 15, 2011
On chapter 10...
This book is more amusing than I expected it to be.
"Finally, when her hostility had become a palpable, living thing...I took her aside and, in a carefully memorized speech, confessed to her I was mentally retarded and had been sent to Paris on a special program of rehabilitation. With heartbreaking cries of "Oh, pardon, monsieur, pardon, pardon," she clutched me in a wrestler's grip to her breast. From that day forward, I received an extra croissant at breakfast, a maternal pat on the head, and she regarded each pitiful advance I made as miraculous and proof of a living God. Not only was I retarded, she would explain proudly to her friends, pointing her index finger to her temple, but I was also writing a book on the agonies of retardation on a grant from the American government." (page 210, Pat Conroy, "My Reading Life")
"Finally, when her hostility had become a palpable, living thing...I took her aside and, in a carefully memorized speech, confessed to her I was mentally retarded and had been sent to Paris on a special program of rehabilitation. With heartbreaking cries of "Oh, pardon, monsieur, pardon, pardon," she clutched me in a wrestler's grip to her breast. From that day forward, I received an extra croissant at breakfast, a maternal pat on the head, and she regarded each pitiful advance I made as miraculous and proof of a living God. Not only was I retarded, she would explain proudly to her friends, pointing her index finger to her temple, but I was also writing a book on the agonies of retardation on a grant from the American government." (page 210, Pat Conroy, "My Reading Life")
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Intuition found in and away from "the lower 48"
Wanting to eat fish lately.
My sister and I once received an extra order of sushi rolls gratis. As I remember it, the girls at the restaurant said the chef had watched us as we waited and he could tell that I was an older sister taking care of the younger one, so he wanted to give them to us. That was his intuition. Intuition seems to figure in a passage from a newer book called Four Fish by Paul Greenberg. The author flies into a remote part of Alaska and meets a man who immediately seems "familiar," "a great bear of a man," "a kind of Nick Nolte of the North with a little more warmth and grit...He took a pause, stared down at the floor for a moment, and then looked up and appraised me with his head cocked at an angle. 'Boy, you look good here, Paul,' he said finally. 'You should stay.'" (page 21)
My sister and I once received an extra order of sushi rolls gratis. As I remember it, the girls at the restaurant said the chef had watched us as we waited and he could tell that I was an older sister taking care of the younger one, so he wanted to give them to us. That was his intuition. Intuition seems to figure in a passage from a newer book called Four Fish by Paul Greenberg. The author flies into a remote part of Alaska and meets a man who immediately seems "familiar," "a great bear of a man," "a kind of Nick Nolte of the North with a little more warmth and grit...He took a pause, stared down at the floor for a moment, and then looked up and appraised me with his head cocked at an angle. 'Boy, you look good here, Paul,' he said finally. 'You should stay.'" (page 21)
Saturday, January 08, 2011
Telly
Stomp by some woods like angry feminist type girl, annoyed with TV societal norms of past and because they too much carryover into present. Turn on an old box. Opportunity to roll the eyes, think Oh hail the heroes, sorry, again. Kids are seeing fathers (and mothers! right?) travel overseas. Deployment, return, tears start rolling down wine-heated cheeks. Curiosity replaces the old fuming feeling. How does she breathe? Why does she cry?
Thursday, January 06, 2011
To Read
When Everything Changed by Gail Collins
"Perhaps to underline their heterosexuality, the Cartwright men had plenty of romances. But the scriptwriters killed their girlfriends off at an extraordinarily speedy clip. The family patriarch, Ben, had been widowed three times, and his three sons all repeatedly got married or engaged, only to quickly lose their mates to the grim reaper. A rather typical episode began with Joe (Landon) happily dancing with a new fiancée. Before the first commercial, the poor girl was murdered on her way home from the hoedown."
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Is that why Lady Gaga kills her boyfriend at the end of Paparazzi...
(She also seems to have a real fixation with putting her fingers in her mouth.)
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"Another reason the nation ignored the fact that so many housewives had outside jobs was that working women tended not to be well-represented among upper income families. The politicians, business executives, editors and scriptwriters who set the tone for the public discussion usually felt that not working was simply better...Esther Peterson, the top-ranking woman in the Kennedy administration, asked an auditorium full of working-class high school girls in Los Angeles how many expected to have a 'home and kids and a family' and the room was full of waving hands. But when Peterson wanted to know how many expected to work, only one or two girls signified interest. She then asked how many of their mothers worked and, she recalled later 'all those hands went up again.'The girls were disturbed by the implicit message. 'In those days nine out of ten girls would work outside the home at some point in their lives,' Peterson said. 'But each of the girls thought that she would be that tenth girl.'"
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"Along with teenage fiction about Cherry Ames the inexhaustible nurse, the stewardess novels were virtually the only girls' career books around -- unless you counted the girl detectives, who didn't seem to get paid for their efforts."
"Perhaps to underline their heterosexuality, the Cartwright men had plenty of romances. But the scriptwriters killed their girlfriends off at an extraordinarily speedy clip. The family patriarch, Ben, had been widowed three times, and his three sons all repeatedly got married or engaged, only to quickly lose their mates to the grim reaper. A rather typical episode began with Joe (Landon) happily dancing with a new fiancée. Before the first commercial, the poor girl was murdered on her way home from the hoedown."
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Is that why Lady Gaga kills her boyfriend at the end of Paparazzi...
(She also seems to have a real fixation with putting her fingers in her mouth.)
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"Another reason the nation ignored the fact that so many housewives had outside jobs was that working women tended not to be well-represented among upper income families. The politicians, business executives, editors and scriptwriters who set the tone for the public discussion usually felt that not working was simply better...Esther Peterson, the top-ranking woman in the Kennedy administration, asked an auditorium full of working-class high school girls in Los Angeles how many expected to have a 'home and kids and a family' and the room was full of waving hands. But when Peterson wanted to know how many expected to work, only one or two girls signified interest. She then asked how many of their mothers worked and, she recalled later 'all those hands went up again.'The girls were disturbed by the implicit message. 'In those days nine out of ten girls would work outside the home at some point in their lives,' Peterson said. 'But each of the girls thought that she would be that tenth girl.'"
~~~~
"Along with teenage fiction about Cherry Ames the inexhaustible nurse, the stewardess novels were virtually the only girls' career books around -- unless you counted the girl detectives, who didn't seem to get paid for their efforts."
Wednesday, January 05, 2011
Is proof is proof!
Someone lives with someone cute!
Somewhat doubting someone will see; someone may not read now. Not much need.
Hooonoos...maybe 'twill become a picture post.
A tipple of Blue Moon special winter stuff, a tad of Baileys. Is nice. But, if it 'twere necessary, on another's account, on their suffering, 'twould not need to partake; 'twould swear off drink.
Swear!
Everyone's seen it. But it's nice.
Homeless golden radio voice. Too.
Nice.
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
A very nice December post
"Cats in the Sauna and Boiling Water Tricks"
This reader is partial to fluffy white cats with somewhat grouchy or defiant attitudes. Had one. BEST cat.
This reader is partial to fluffy white cats with somewhat grouchy or defiant attitudes. Had one. BEST cat.
fifty five minutes to two minutes past
Close Watch. Agnes Obel is a new artist to investigate.
Suppose school were more like needlecraft circles? Or what I imagine needlecraft circles to be, since I've yet to participate in one, but will in the future.
From a site a friend sent of "sassy sayings."
From Beauty Works Project quote-of-day email:
"There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning."
-- Louis L'amour
Suppose school were more like needlecraft circles? Or what I imagine needlecraft circles to be, since I've yet to participate in one, but will in the future.
From a site a friend sent of "sassy sayings."
From Beauty Works Project quote-of-day email:
"There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning."
-- Louis L'amour
Some internet stuff
Hmmm. I used to know a pregnant girl who wrote. She wrote a story about a girl who gets abused and some people said it wasn't "realistic." Well, at the time I thought they may not have known what "realistic" was, and this memory returns, as she has now produced a memoir.
Such a strange place, school.
School is the job you were stuck in too, I suppose.
Such a strange place, school.
School is the job you were stuck in too, I suppose.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
holiday music
Have been able to snag Living Voices "Little Drummer Boy" and White Eisenstein's "We Wish You a Merry Christmas." But what of the special versions of "'Twas the Night Before Christmas" and "Mary's Boy Child" that I haven't heard in years? Wonder if those could be more Living Voices versions on LP somewhere.
Piano in home off and on over the years, which I never learned to play except a little bit of: "In my own little corner, in my own little chair..." and
"You are sixteen going on seventeen..." Was never a great tempting object to practice on, as now I think it should have been. Sigh, oh sigh. Piano in storage until owner on opposite coast gets a bigger place to live in?
Little Christmas Tree Waltz...(once there was a green glass or ceramic replica with little colored pieces to poke into holes and then plug it in to light it up)
Pine Cones and Holly Berries...What Are You Doing New Year's Eve?
New this year: Winterscapes Radio
Piano in home off and on over the years, which I never learned to play except a little bit of: "In my own little corner, in my own little chair..." and
"You are sixteen going on seventeen..." Was never a great tempting object to practice on, as now I think it should have been. Sigh, oh sigh. Piano in storage until owner on opposite coast gets a bigger place to live in?
Little Christmas Tree Waltz...(once there was a green glass or ceramic replica with little colored pieces to poke into holes and then plug it in to light it up)
Pine Cones and Holly Berries...What Are You Doing New Year's Eve?
New this year: Winterscapes Radio
Plays with voice
Heyyy...gente rico!
Riiiicicisisisisimomomomo.
Mo mo mo mo mo mo mo m...
Wassup??
Whaddup.
What is up.
Paparazzi.
Riiiicicisisisisimomomomo.
Mo mo mo mo mo mo mo m...
Wassup??
Whaddup.
What is up.
Paparazzi.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Good to listen to at one a.m.
Alas, am disappointed my favorite calendar (SageWoman) has been discontinued.
But this is a beautiful station to listen to, during the holiday season, in a somewhat strange (being neither East Coast, nor Midwest, nor Pacific Northwest) place, while revising some writing.
WinterScapes Radio.
(Well, at least it is when there's not an auto insurance commerical!)
But this is a beautiful station to listen to, during the holiday season, in a somewhat strange (being neither East Coast, nor Midwest, nor Pacific Northwest) place, while revising some writing.
WinterScapes Radio.
(Well, at least it is when there's not an auto insurance commerical!)
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Picture of a woman
Somewhere around about 1999-2001, I think, I found a magazine article with a photograph of a woman and saved it. At the time, the picture did seem to exhude a kind of saintly feminist quality, which was odd and compelling. I felt I had to know more about her, someday. After moving around so much, I don't think I have the magazine photo anymore, but I remembered her name. Now she has a biography:
Tillie Olsen: One Woman, Many Riddles.
The picture was from 1944. A smaller version of it is in the book.
Tillie Olsen: One Woman, Many Riddles.
The picture was from 1944. A smaller version of it is in the book.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Hooray, Hooray
Sometimes I do the google images thing.
Shirley MacLaine and Tori Amos.
Personally, I like it. Screw this women are supposed to look barely legal all the time thing. (Ahem....Killing us softly...video I want to watch in more depth soon.)
Ms. Amos is a fantastic, brilliant (yes...) musician, good for her, too.
Ms. MacLaine wrote books I devoured as a youngster and is awesomely talented (acting and dancing) and thinks she was Charlemange's mistress, good for her.
Thank heavens people like them exist.
Hooray, Hooray...I like that Rilo Kiley song/video too.
~~~~~~
Oh and hee hee...from here.
MacLaine: "It's very easy to be cynical like you are just now."
Wallace: "Skeptical. I reject the word."
MacLaine: "Well it had a panache of sarcasm in it."
Wallace: "OK, OK."
MacLaine: "A large dash of it."
Wallace: "Yeah. You really believe that you've lived lives before."
MacLaine: "There is no doubt in my mind about it."
Wallace: "Uh-huh. And you really believe in extraterrestrial have they do they come and visit you on the porch? Now you're being unpleasant, Wallace, is what you're saying.
MacLaine: "Yes. This is what I was a little afraid of."
Wallace: "Hold it!"
MacLaine: "Now, you don't have to be that unpleasant. It doesn't become you, you know? I mean, I'm just speaking of my own experiences and my own desires, and it's a kind of a childlike wonder that could really possibly speculate on other dimensions. What's wrong with that?"
Wallace: "Shirley, what the heck has all this got to do with singing and dancing? I mean this seriously."
MacLaine: "Because it's expression."
Wallace: "As we sit here and we talk, and it's it's fascinating, good talk, and then I think about those long legs."
MacLaine: "Nothing wrong with lower chakra stuff at all. It's all part of the (same) body."
Shirley MacLaine and Tori Amos.
Personally, I like it. Screw this women are supposed to look barely legal all the time thing. (Ahem....Killing us softly...video I want to watch in more depth soon.)
Ms. Amos is a fantastic, brilliant (yes...) musician, good for her, too.
Ms. MacLaine wrote books I devoured as a youngster and is awesomely talented (acting and dancing) and thinks she was Charlemange's mistress, good for her.
Thank heavens people like them exist.
Hooray, Hooray...I like that Rilo Kiley song/video too.
~~~~~~
Oh and hee hee...from here.
MacLaine: "It's very easy to be cynical like you are just now."
Wallace: "Skeptical. I reject the word."
MacLaine: "Well it had a panache of sarcasm in it."
Wallace: "OK, OK."
MacLaine: "A large dash of it."
Wallace: "Yeah. You really believe that you've lived lives before."
MacLaine: "There is no doubt in my mind about it."
Wallace: "Uh-huh. And you really believe in extraterrestrial have they do they come and visit you on the porch? Now you're being unpleasant, Wallace, is what you're saying.
MacLaine: "Yes. This is what I was a little afraid of."
Wallace: "Hold it!"
MacLaine: "Now, you don't have to be that unpleasant. It doesn't become you, you know? I mean, I'm just speaking of my own experiences and my own desires, and it's a kind of a childlike wonder that could really possibly speculate on other dimensions. What's wrong with that?"
Wallace: "Shirley, what the heck has all this got to do with singing and dancing? I mean this seriously."
MacLaine: "Because it's expression."
Wallace: "As we sit here and we talk, and it's it's fascinating, good talk, and then I think about those long legs."
MacLaine: "Nothing wrong with lower chakra stuff at all. It's all part of the (same) body."
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
Because my finger accidentally hit "b"
"Men often oppose a thing merely because they have had no agency in planning it, or because it may have been planned by those whom they dislike." --Alexander Hamilton
(From boogle.)
Film revelation
A show about All Good Things.
The director said he broke an unwritten role. (Rule! I meant to type.)
The unwritten rule in Hollywood is that you never cast the actress first, because the man is always assumed to be the more bankable star.
The director said he broke an unwritten role. (Rule! I meant to type.)
The unwritten rule in Hollywood is that you never cast the actress first, because the man is always assumed to be the more bankable star.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Moreover
There was a refreshing walk.
Multiple cats on a porch, playing, inviting trespass.
Multiple garden gazing balls surrounding a home.
Cloud formations and sunset.
Words on houses.
"God Will Provide"
"In God We Trust"
Orange trees, lemon trees, and
tops of palm trees resembling giant prehistoric pineapples.
(If such things existed.)
Multiple cats on a porch, playing, inviting trespass.
Multiple garden gazing balls surrounding a home.
Cloud formations and sunset.
Words on houses.
"God Will Provide"
"In God We Trust"
Orange trees, lemon trees, and
tops of palm trees resembling giant prehistoric pineapples.
(If such things existed.)
Monday, November 29, 2010
Some things
Certainly can exercise to any type of music. Sister's e-mail: Worried about unit mission. Father's e-mail: A few 4 star generals are known. Maybe they were in his class or now are on the e-mail prayer list. Who knows, perhaps they were at a childhood BBQ. For some reason this is more strange to ponder than the talk of the unit mission. Before: Celery and Greek yogurt and cayenne pepper. Good for digestion. After: Leftover broccoli salad, even though it was not that appetizing. Wolfed down in nervousness.
How many army brats are or aren't food wolfers? Could be an interesting study. One day there was a confession, tough to make. Hard to admit, when earliest years were spent waiting for the voice that read the books on tape to return from a foreign land, and objects like hard green hats meant for combat were beheld with love, and vowing to be...all you can be...
Confession: could probably never be in that profession, would probably collapse in a ball of shattered nerves.
Confessor's response: I think you're gonna be okay.
How many army brats are or aren't food wolfers? Could be an interesting study. One day there was a confession, tough to make. Hard to admit, when earliest years were spent waiting for the voice that read the books on tape to return from a foreign land, and objects like hard green hats meant for combat were beheld with love, and vowing to be...all you can be...
Confession: could probably never be in that profession, would probably collapse in a ball of shattered nerves.
Confessor's response: I think you're gonna be okay.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
On mind
Seaside
Anything I happen to currently know about crows and ravens.
Like how much bigger ravens are (it's shocking), and that crows are said to hold little "funerals."
Also, at the end of a documentary that was recently on TV, it said that 50% of female homocides are due to domestic violence! 5% for men.
Maybe also Starling.
And then Fast Horse...
Etc.!
Anything I happen to currently know about crows and ravens.
Like how much bigger ravens are (it's shocking), and that crows are said to hold little "funerals."
Also, at the end of a documentary that was recently on TV, it said that 50% of female homocides are due to domestic violence! 5% for men.
Maybe also Starling.
And then Fast Horse...
Etc.!
Some thoughts on Dante or maybe the anti-Dante
Say you followed a person once
to help yourself make a work of art.
There's many ways to look at that,
but there can be this way:
You wanted moon-gazing innocence.
Yourself in another incarnation.
The followed one was only
one tiny facet
of She who is fairly large.
to help yourself make a work of art.
There's many ways to look at that,
but there can be this way:
You wanted moon-gazing innocence.
Yourself in another incarnation.
The followed one was only
one tiny facet
of She who is fairly large.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Reading and listening
I'm reading this book and it's funny because it addresses the topic of why do high schools almost always assign depressing books (like Lord of the Flies.) I have spoken with a friend or two on this topic. We remembered one class where the teacher tried to mix it up a little by having us analyze "Cold Blue Steel and Sweet Fire." I have been thinking of it because some job applications ask if you got good grades in high school. In my case, the answer is, not really. But I went to college and grad school anyway.
I am beginning to avoid this book's characters and their poisonous marriage. I am making myself read it, but really only skimming. Sigh. Sorry, book. Might be better to read it later.
Again, The Garden (i.e. Berimbau remixed.)
Sometimes I listen to songs repetitively, it is true.
I am beginning to avoid this book's characters and their poisonous marriage. I am making myself read it, but really only skimming. Sigh. Sorry, book. Might be better to read it later.
Again, The Garden (i.e. Berimbau remixed.)
Sometimes I listen to songs repetitively, it is true.
Monday, November 22, 2010
New kind of tea
Lemon Basil Oolong.
It's rather strange, but also good.
Finished True Notebooks.
Have begun Shadow Tag.
More Tombigbee...
It's rather strange, but also good.
Finished True Notebooks.
Have begun Shadow Tag.
More Tombigbee...
Thursday, November 18, 2010
It's like, on a roll or something
The Paycheck Fairness Act did not pass yesterday.
"The clientele are all men," the job interviewer said, in a dream.
In the course of looking for knitting techniques, stumbled upon Jr. High Student gives her teacher dating tips.
"The clientele are all men," the job interviewer said, in a dream.
In the course of looking for knitting techniques, stumbled upon Jr. High Student gives her teacher dating tips.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Girls, girls
A dancer attracted some comments. Someone whose channel was full of aerobic videos and make-up tips was very insulting (i.e. calling her a slut and a whore.) Another person said she thought the dancer was "amazing" and that the one who was being insulting was doing that because she was jealous. I went to the channel of the one who liked the women's dancing. On her channel, this little girl dancing was featured, and it is really the cutest thing I've seen in a very long time. So thank you, commentators, (even you, misogynist one), 'cause the end result was a very cute surprise!!!
Monday, November 15, 2010
Things to learn about the world
I would like to see this documentary: Afghanistan Unveiled.
I have also learned of this: Nowzad Dogs.
I have also learned of this: Nowzad Dogs.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Casa de Jefferson
"Because of financial constraints and Jefferson's endless tinkering, Monticello never looked its best or even close to it. In 1802, when a Mrs. Anna Maria Thornton came to visit, she was shocked to find she still had to enter across wobbly planks. By this time Jefferson had been working on the house for over thirty years. 'Tho' I had been prepared to see an unfinished house, still I could not help being struck with...the general gloom,' Mrs. Thornton marveled in her diary. Jefferson himself never much minded the inconvenience. 'We are now living in a brick kiln,' he wrote happily at one point..." (296-297, At Home.)
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Let's try to think positive
The system = scary. Yeah, Virginia. And it's attorney general. Frontline: The Confessions. Bullies who force false confessions do nothing to prevent violence against women. Funny, but now I remember a few things. One: someone who worked in a restaurant with me, a nice enough person normally, completely disgusted me with her views of on rape and women who "dress a certain way." She was training to be a police officer. I shiver. AND, when my paychecks were stolen from that job, I tried to go to the police department and talk to a police officer. I remember she pretty much acted as if she thought I was lying. Tone of voice, facial expression. Is bullying a special skill acquired in that job? It was a yucky experience. To be fair, I also talked to some officers on the phone and they were nicer. In the end, they could do nothing. The only thing that got me those paychecks back, 6 months later and far away from Virginia, was:
1) eventually the bank analyzed the signatures and determined forgery and possibly 2) the people at the company headquarters had a little more ethics than the people I worked with at the actual restaurant.
~~~~~~~
And now. Postive things!!!
A) The sheer joy I felt one night at a cute little place on this coast, listening to a band called Waldo Bliss. (They had a beautiful female band member, too, who is not on the website.) I was the patron of a good-seeming establishment called Gypsy Den, not an ill-treated employee. The music was so lovely. I felt bliss!!! And gratitude.
B) This is good stuff: Tina Frundt, award-winner, Free The Slaves.
Gracias, gracias, DEO GRATIAS...
1) eventually the bank analyzed the signatures and determined forgery and possibly 2) the people at the company headquarters had a little more ethics than the people I worked with at the actual restaurant.
~~~~~~~
And now. Postive things!!!
A) The sheer joy I felt one night at a cute little place on this coast, listening to a band called Waldo Bliss. (They had a beautiful female band member, too, who is not on the website.) I was the patron of a good-seeming establishment called Gypsy Den, not an ill-treated employee. The music was so lovely. I felt bliss!!! And gratitude.
B) This is good stuff: Tina Frundt, award-winner, Free The Slaves.
Gracias, gracias, DEO GRATIAS...
Attraction
Encountered another female human.
FH: Did you go to the back? Any bears?
M: No! Have you ever seen a bear?
FH: My brother did! I kept telling myself to quit worrying about it, because that just attracts stuff.
M: I went in the woods a ways and I decided I had to go back, because it got to the point I wasn't enjoying myself.
FH: I need to be like you. I don't need to go to the back tonight. I'm just enjoying this walk here. And it's going to get dark soon.
M: Yes, it gets dark early because of the time change.
FH: What time is it now? Oh. Yeah, I need to go back. Well, thank you.
M: Have fun!
FH: Thanks! I need to meet a bear like I need a hole in my head, right?
Attracted another person with similar worries.
FH: Did you go to the back? Any bears?
M: No! Have you ever seen a bear?
FH: My brother did! I kept telling myself to quit worrying about it, because that just attracts stuff.
M: I went in the woods a ways and I decided I had to go back, because it got to the point I wasn't enjoying myself.
FH: I need to be like you. I don't need to go to the back tonight. I'm just enjoying this walk here. And it's going to get dark soon.
M: Yes, it gets dark early because of the time change.
FH: What time is it now? Oh. Yeah, I need to go back. Well, thank you.
M: Have fun!
FH: Thanks! I need to meet a bear like I need a hole in my head, right?
Attracted another person with similar worries.
Programming
The lighter hearted stuff turned to war stuff and it came to me...
The way they treat their troops is the way they treat their children.
Maybe not on purpose. But so it is.
It's not a good way to treat a child.
But they were children once.
The way they treat their troops is the way they treat their children.
Maybe not on purpose. But so it is.
It's not a good way to treat a child.
But they were children once.
Songs of recent yesteryorn
Recently heard a song by a band called Warpaint. (Female band, cool!!!) Undertow. Well, I'm not so crazy about the video. I do like some shots in it. It has interesting parts but it kinda seems unfinished. I'm no expert on making music videos, but it also makes me think "this video could benefit with the addition of some older people in it," for whatever reason. I enjoy the song. I heard it on the radio shortly before descending down a trail into a canyon. And some people are not crazy about remixes of Nat King Cole, but I've found this Re: Generations album grows on me. For one thing, it livens up the housework (and that's awesome!!!) I was wroooong...
~~~~~
From about 20 years ago: Sadeness, Captives of Time, Melusine.
(Sigh, I cannot find the book cover I recall and prefer, of a brunette girl standing in tall grasses, with a serpent shaped path trailing behind her.)
~~~~~
From about 20 years ago: Sadeness, Captives of Time, Melusine.
(Sigh, I cannot find the book cover I recall and prefer, of a brunette girl standing in tall grasses, with a serpent shaped path trailing behind her.)
Monday, November 08, 2010
Varieties of experience
Neighborhood(s). School(s). Homelife. Proximity to extended family. Relationships. Moving. Staying. Language. Race. Religion. Finances. Food. Clothing. Sex.
and then, and then, and then, and then
Hoped to have selected the proper spelling of "necessary," remembered the book that got written by a teenager, saw she wrote another one, pondered the name of the character in that one and searched for Bjork's "Isobel." Wondered if Amo's "Bachelorette" was like Bjork's.
(It's not.)
Bachelorette.
Books books books books books
Not superior to walks in the woods.
(It's not.)
Bachelorette.
Books books books books books
Not superior to walks in the woods.
Sunday, November 07, 2010
Friday, November 05, 2010
Silly
I gave in and read this article.
Gasp! Billy Joel's "Uptown Girl"...
It was all over the MTV channel the babysitters loved.
Oh my little first grade mind!
Gasp! Billy Joel's "Uptown Girl"...
It was all over the MTV channel the babysitters loved.
Oh my little first grade mind!
Memories of B.
FIRST GRADE
1) B. is the kid with the cool motorized dirtbike. A real one. He rides it around the hills behind our apartment. We are the same age. Enviously, I watch B. ride freely on his bike, and talk a little to his father, who has long hair, even though he's a man. He tells me something interesting about the formation of the thin rocks that break cleanly and easily off the hillside. Perhaps seeing the look on my face, he asks if my mother would let me ride B's bike. I go and ask, but she says "absolutely not!" I report this to the Dad. He looks like he feels guilty for even suggesting it. And maybe he even commiserates with me, verbally. It is interesting to commiserate with an adult.
2) I go into B.'s apartment and meet his mother. She might be an artist. They have a cat. I tell them cats aren't allowed in the apartments. She laughs, says she knows, but they keep the cat anyway. I am shocked.
3) J., an older girl, teases me about B. She saw us holding hands. That means he's my boyfriend, she says. I disagree. I don't think holding hands with a boy means anything more than friends.
4) B. and I are playing and I begin to stare at him and tell him I think he could come from a spaceship, like maybe be a martian or something. He doesn't really like it, and I don't know why.
SECOND GRADE
1) We have moved away from those apartments and live in a totally different town. I am shocked when B. shows up as the new kid in my second grade class. One of the first things he does is draw an apple with a diamond in it, to indicate shininess. Me and some girls think it looks really cool. Boys make fun of it. I think they should not make fun of B. But B. doesn't particularly seem to remember me.
THIRD GRADE
1) B. and I are in the same class. We have to work on a project. We argue over something, and I stab his forehead with a pencil, "on accident." He doesn't like me for doing that. The teacher also disapproves. I think B. is being a little bit of a whiner about it, and don't feel that sorry for doing it, although I feel a little scared to hear talk of lead poisoning. But I'm sure B. will be fine, and he recovers.
2) I am attending my last roller skating party at my school before I move across the country. Sometimes boys and girls in the class are starting to roller skate holding hands. It might be that one or two boys have asked me to do this. B. asks me to roller skate. He is the last one I roller skate with, holding hands. The music ends, perhaps too soon, and it's both with reluctance and relief that we part. The last memory of B.
1) B. is the kid with the cool motorized dirtbike. A real one. He rides it around the hills behind our apartment. We are the same age. Enviously, I watch B. ride freely on his bike, and talk a little to his father, who has long hair, even though he's a man. He tells me something interesting about the formation of the thin rocks that break cleanly and easily off the hillside. Perhaps seeing the look on my face, he asks if my mother would let me ride B's bike. I go and ask, but she says "absolutely not!" I report this to the Dad. He looks like he feels guilty for even suggesting it. And maybe he even commiserates with me, verbally. It is interesting to commiserate with an adult.
2) I go into B.'s apartment and meet his mother. She might be an artist. They have a cat. I tell them cats aren't allowed in the apartments. She laughs, says she knows, but they keep the cat anyway. I am shocked.
3) J., an older girl, teases me about B. She saw us holding hands. That means he's my boyfriend, she says. I disagree. I don't think holding hands with a boy means anything more than friends.
4) B. and I are playing and I begin to stare at him and tell him I think he could come from a spaceship, like maybe be a martian or something. He doesn't really like it, and I don't know why.
SECOND GRADE
1) We have moved away from those apartments and live in a totally different town. I am shocked when B. shows up as the new kid in my second grade class. One of the first things he does is draw an apple with a diamond in it, to indicate shininess. Me and some girls think it looks really cool. Boys make fun of it. I think they should not make fun of B. But B. doesn't particularly seem to remember me.
THIRD GRADE
1) B. and I are in the same class. We have to work on a project. We argue over something, and I stab his forehead with a pencil, "on accident." He doesn't like me for doing that. The teacher also disapproves. I think B. is being a little bit of a whiner about it, and don't feel that sorry for doing it, although I feel a little scared to hear talk of lead poisoning. But I'm sure B. will be fine, and he recovers.
2) I am attending my last roller skating party at my school before I move across the country. Sometimes boys and girls in the class are starting to roller skate holding hands. It might be that one or two boys have asked me to do this. B. asks me to roller skate. He is the last one I roller skate with, holding hands. The music ends, perhaps too soon, and it's both with reluctance and relief that we part. The last memory of B.
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
Monday, November 01, 2010
Ah, so
Hooray for hilarity. I have funny friends. I practically died laughing at this silly poem my friend wrote with lines rhyming and ending in dumb, thumb, rum. Ah, HUMOR! I need thee.
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