i'm scattering the seeds of poppy on the pavement of the lovers

October 30, 2008

Okay, this is a bit disconnected and random, but, if you would, please do bear with me. I think you’ll enjoy it:

Look, it’s Princess Snifflespants! :)
just call me sniffles mcgee

Oh, my, how I hate having a cold! Bah! I feel bad even complaining about such a trivial thing, but it is quite annoying, and has put me in quite a state emotionally, too. I think I just end up having to take too much cold medicine, which makes me even more tired than I already am, and which seems to make me weirdly and intensely sad/depressed. I don’t know. Hopefully, it’s getting better. I would like to not have to deal with a runny nose while teaching classes tomorrow :/

Here’s Miss Estella last night & my current favorite button:

we are hopeful

I’m completely hopeful, so very excited, but also terrified and anxious as all hell. And if one more (usually well-meaning, I know) person tells me “not to worry about it” I will have to kick them in the shins or something. Because, seriously, how can a thinking person NOT worry about this election? And, yeah, I have anxiety issues and definitely should tone it back a bit, but, still, it’s terrifying.

Because I’m too lazy to write out new things regarding the last few days in Electionville, I’ll paste a couple things that I’ve written for another site I love and love taking part in. This is just a tiny bit, in response to an article that was posted there:

“Fabulous article! Palin is a terrifying and ignorant woman. But it’s the pride in ignorance that really disturbs me. She and others like her in the Republican party (especially the far-right nutty religious wing of it) wear their willful ignorance as a badge of honor. That’s something I just can’t understand. And they act as if its somehow “elitist” to be intelligent and/or intellectual, and to use one’s brain power to help society. I’m fascinated that “elitist” has, in much of pop culture/popular media/Republican speak, stopped meaning “rich and out of touch with the common person” and instead become about “someone who is educated, thinks things through, and makes judgments based on reason, thought, and intellect, not superstition or bigotry.” It’s quite scary how effectively they’ve changed the connotation of that word in public discourse.

I’m quite scared of next Tuesday. Hopeful, but scared. I literally cannot imagine this woman being anywhere near the presidency. It gives me a panic attack.”

And, again, this one was written in response to an article. I wrote this tonight:

“Wonderful and hilarious article! I am so terribly nervous about the election and enjoy finding anything both smart and humorous to distract myself with. What I’m finding so insane (among the many, many insane things going on in this election) is that McCain himself, and his advertisements, have, at least recently, had this strong focus on “oh, those are just WORDS!” or “there Obama goes, being ELOQUENT again!” as if words or eloquence or being well-spoken or thinking before speaking were somehow bad or “shifty” traits. I just don’t get it. I know that it’s part of the whole Conservative movement’s “intellectuals are elitists!” line of thinking, but it’s all so confusing to me. And I’m not naive by any means. It’s just that I don’t understand how speaking clearly, properly, honestly, and in an intelligent manner can be a bad thing.

McCain’s newest commercial, which aired tonight right after Obama’s infomercial, deals with the same “well, he gave you all of those fancy WORDS, but what has he ever done?” bullshit and it’s just so frustrating to watch. Many things are wrong with that line of attack, obviously, but the first question that comes to mind is: are words and actions somehow mutually exclusive? It’s as if they’re insinuating that because one is well-spoken and doesn’t say things like “gosh darnit!” or “you betcha!” they are incapable of understanding how to do more than just speak or think.

All of this is just so tiring. And tiring I can deal with. It’s the fear that these types of attack ads and these lines of thinking might actually work that terrifies me.”

So, yeah. That’s all I can muster at the moment. I do love getting the chance to work my thoughts out in a formal/well-argued way, definitely. Even writing those little selections let me put my zany, overly-emotional, stressed-out brain to good work for a bit, channeling those intense emotions into clear, well-presented words. I find it to be a very therapeutic exercise, and I always like practicing my rhetorical skills.

& Now for something quite different! :)

newly painted nails & current i-tunes playlist. serge!

I finally painted my nails tonight (I feel so boring and so naked without red nails!) and have been listening to Serge Gainsbourg since I got home (thus the above picture) and thought I’d share one of my favorite Serge songs with you.

If you’ve never heard of Gainsbourg, be sure to read the Wiki article I linked to before you listen to his music. It’s a good background piece. I first heard of him in high school French class and thought his songs were so strange and so hilarious. In college French classes, we’d listen to a lot of it and have dance parties to it in the dorms sometimes. I love his brilliance and how it’s combined with total sleaziness yet total adorableness, too. Plus, the songs are mostly so fun and pop-y and silly and danceable. Plus, they’re in French, which makes me happy, because, although I’ve taken years and years of French, I’m not fluent enough to understand the average French person because they speak so rapidly. However, in song, and especially in songs with relatively simple lyrics, I can get what’s being said and that makes me happy.

But you don’t need to know French to enjoy his songs. Are you convinced yet to go out and buy some Serge music and have a French dance party? Well, I hope! :) And invite me, too! But, for now, I’ll share “L’Anamour,” one of my favorite songs off of Comic Strip: sendspace.com/file/cuab3n

And I’d do my best to translate it for you, but, you see, all of my formal education in French was via the Immersion method, which is awesome in a lot of ways, but it definitely caused my translation abilities to lag behind. So, I’ll often understand the French that I’m hearing from people, or television, or music, etc., but if you asked me to explain in English what the French was saying, I would have a hard time doing so. I can do it, but only rarely when it comes to spoken French. With written French, I can translate it pretty easily. I’m still painfully shy about all of it, though, and have only spoken French to actual French people a couple of times in my life and found that to be terrifying (they were nice- it was me who was a nervous twit.) ANYWAY, sorry to get off track. What I was meaning to say is that I found a piece of the lyrics that I do understand and can translate (I think…) and that are quite pretty:

This:
“Je t’aime et je crains
De m’égarer
Et je sème des grains
De pavot sur les pavés
De l’anamour”

Is, I think, this, in English:

“I love you and I fear losing myself.
I’m scattering the seeds of poppy
On the pavement
Of the lovers.”

Please don’t kill me if that’s not right. Eep! I’m so frightfully insecure about French, for some reason. One night, Mike and I were watching t.v. and something was said in French and I just automatically translated it and he’s like “wow, and you always tell me you have no idea how to translate!” It was very sweet of him.

& Ha, one more random thing: tonight, we watched Barack’s infomercial (I cried through half of it. I’m totally emotional about that guy) and then when they cut to the live footage in Florida, I started clapping (I’m weird) and then I was randomly and suddenly like “OH MY GOD MIKE THERE’S JOE BIDEN! I LOVE JOE BIDEN!” Ha, WTF??? I mean, I know that I’m a very silly and enthusiastic and happy and dorky person sometimes, so it wasn’t really my excitement that was weird (although it is insane, I know), it was the fact that I was somehow shocked that he was there, as if he wouldn’t be, you know? It wasn’t like I randomly saw the ghost of Lyndon Johnson pop up and wave at me or something. Ha! Believe me, I was totally excited to see J.B. in the house, but I was amazed at how insanely giggly and spazzy I was being. I blame it on both the excessive amount of decongestant in my system and on election anxiety. Or something. Or maybe I just love J.B. THAT much. Could be :)

Thank you so much for reading. Here’s to less election stress and a rapidly disappearing head cold!

xoxo


i’m scattering the seeds of poppy on the pavement of the lovers

October 30, 2008

Okay, this is a bit disconnected and random, but, if you would, please do bear with me. I think you’ll enjoy it:

Look, it’s Princess Snifflespants! :)
just call me sniffles mcgee

Oh, my, how I hate having a cold! Bah! I feel bad even complaining about such a trivial thing, but it is quite annoying, and has put me in quite a state emotionally, too. I think I just end up having to take too much cold medicine, which makes me even more tired than I already am, and which seems to make me weirdly and intensely sad/depressed. I don’t know. Hopefully, it’s getting better. I would like to not have to deal with a runny nose while teaching classes tomorrow :/

Here’s Miss Estella last night & my current favorite button:

we are hopeful

I’m completely hopeful, so very excited, but also terrified and anxious as all hell. And if one more (usually well-meaning, I know) person tells me “not to worry about it” I will have to kick them in the shins or something. Because, seriously, how can a thinking person NOT worry about this election? And, yeah, I have anxiety issues and definitely should tone it back a bit, but, still, it’s terrifying.

Because I’m too lazy to write out new things regarding the last few days in Electionville, I’ll paste a couple things that I’ve written for another site I love and love taking part in. This is just a tiny bit, in response to an article that was posted there:

“Fabulous article! Palin is a terrifying and ignorant woman. But it’s the pride in ignorance that really disturbs me. She and others like her in the Republican party (especially the far-right nutty religious wing of it) wear their willful ignorance as a badge of honor. That’s something I just can’t understand. And they act as if its somehow “elitist” to be intelligent and/or intellectual, and to use one’s brain power to help society. I’m fascinated that “elitist” has, in much of pop culture/popular media/Republican speak, stopped meaning “rich and out of touch with the common person” and instead become about “someone who is educated, thinks things through, and makes judgments based on reason, thought, and intellect, not superstition or bigotry.” It’s quite scary how effectively they’ve changed the connotation of that word in public discourse.

I’m quite scared of next Tuesday. Hopeful, but scared. I literally cannot imagine this woman being anywhere near the presidency. It gives me a panic attack.”

And, again, this one was written in response to an article. I wrote this tonight:

“Wonderful and hilarious article! I am so terribly nervous about the election and enjoy finding anything both smart and humorous to distract myself with. What I’m finding so insane (among the many, many insane things going on in this election) is that McCain himself, and his advertisements, have, at least recently, had this strong focus on “oh, those are just WORDS!” or “there Obama goes, being ELOQUENT again!” as if words or eloquence or being well-spoken or thinking before speaking were somehow bad or “shifty” traits. I just don’t get it. I know that it’s part of the whole Conservative movement’s “intellectuals are elitists!” line of thinking, but it’s all so confusing to me. And I’m not naive by any means. It’s just that I don’t understand how speaking clearly, properly, honestly, and in an intelligent manner can be a bad thing.

McCain’s newest commercial, which aired tonight right after Obama’s infomercial, deals with the same “well, he gave you all of those fancy WORDS, but what has he ever done?” bullshit and it’s just so frustrating to watch. Many things are wrong with that line of attack, obviously, but the first question that comes to mind is: are words and actions somehow mutually exclusive? It’s as if they’re insinuating that because one is well-spoken and doesn’t say things like “gosh darnit!” or “you betcha!” they are incapable of understanding how to do more than just speak or think.

All of this is just so tiring. And tiring I can deal with. It’s the fear that these types of attack ads and these lines of thinking might actually work that terrifies me.”

So, yeah. That’s all I can muster at the moment. I do love getting the chance to work my thoughts out in a formal/well-argued way, definitely. Even writing those little selections let me put my zany, overly-emotional, stressed-out brain to good work for a bit, channeling those intense emotions into clear, well-presented words. I find it to be a very therapeutic exercise, and I always like practicing my rhetorical skills.

& Now for something quite different! :)

newly painted nails & current i-tunes playlist. serge!

I finally painted my nails tonight (I feel so boring and so naked without red nails!) and have been listening to Serge Gainsbourg since I got home (thus the above picture) and thought I’d share one of my favorite Serge songs with you.

If you’ve never heard of Gainsbourg, be sure to read the Wiki article I linked to before you listen to his music. It’s a good background piece. I first heard of him in high school French class and thought his songs were so strange and so hilarious. In college French classes, we’d listen to a lot of it and have dance parties to it in the dorms sometimes. I love his brilliance and how it’s combined with total sleaziness yet total adorableness, too. Plus, the songs are mostly so fun and pop-y and silly and danceable. Plus, they’re in French, which makes me happy, because, although I’ve taken years and years of French, I’m not fluent enough to understand the average French person because they speak so rapidly. However, in song, and especially in songs with relatively simple lyrics, I can get what’s being said and that makes me happy.

But you don’t need to know French to enjoy his songs. Are you convinced yet to go out and buy some Serge music and have a French dance party? Well, I hope! :) And invite me, too! But, for now, I’ll share “L’Anamour,” one of my favorite songs off of Comic Strip: sendspace.com/file/cuab3n

And I’d do my best to translate it for you, but, you see, all of my formal education in French was via the Immersion method, which is awesome in a lot of ways, but it definitely caused my translation abilities to lag behind. So, I’ll often understand the French that I’m hearing from people, or television, or music, etc., but if you asked me to explain in English what the French was saying, I would have a hard time doing so. I can do it, but only rarely when it comes to spoken French. With written French, I can translate it pretty easily. I’m still painfully shy about all of it, though, and have only spoken French to actual French people a couple of times in my life and found that to be terrifying (they were nice- it was me who was a nervous twit.) ANYWAY, sorry to get off track. What I was meaning to say is that I found a piece of the lyrics that I do understand and can translate (I think…) and that are quite pretty:

This:
“Je t’aime et je crains
De m’égarer
Et je sème des grains
De pavot sur les pavés
De l’anamour”

Is, I think, this, in English:

“I love you and I fear losing myself.
I’m scattering the seeds of poppy
On the pavement
Of the lovers.”

Please don’t kill me if that’s not right. Eep! I’m so frightfully insecure about French, for some reason. One night, Mike and I were watching t.v. and something was said in French and I just automatically translated it and he’s like “wow, and you always tell me you have no idea how to translate!” It was very sweet of him.

& Ha, one more random thing: tonight, we watched Barack’s infomercial (I cried through half of it. I’m totally emotional about that guy) and then when they cut to the live footage in Florida, I started clapping (I’m weird) and then I was randomly and suddenly like “OH MY GOD MIKE THERE’S JOE BIDEN! I LOVE JOE BIDEN!” Ha, WTF??? I mean, I know that I’m a very silly and enthusiastic and happy and dorky person sometimes, so it wasn’t really my excitement that was weird (although it is insane, I know), it was the fact that I was somehow shocked that he was there, as if he wouldn’t be, you know? It wasn’t like I randomly saw the ghost of Lyndon Johnson pop up and wave at me or something. Ha! Believe me, I was totally excited to see J.B. in the house, but I was amazed at how insanely giggly and spazzy I was being. I blame it on both the excessive amount of decongestant in my system and on election anxiety. Or something. Or maybe I just love J.B. THAT much. Could be :)

Thank you so much for reading. Here’s to less election stress and a rapidly disappearing head cold!

xoxo


and then she clearly understood: if he was fire, oh then she must be wood

October 28, 2008

perhaps my favorite coat (long & from the '60s)!

Hi there! I have been cleaning out my back room & the closet in there, and now have space to hang up all of my coats & dresses. Hoorah! I tried a bunch of the coats on tonight (my size has recently changed & I wanted to see which ones currently fit) & I had forgotten how much I love that red one (in the photo above.) It’s long & soft & from the late ’60s. 

I’ve cleaned so much stuff out of my apartment. It feels great. I’m too much of a hoarder. I need to work on that.

Friday night, I got to see BFF Kate, one of my favorite people in the whole wide world, which was lovely. Here we are, at sushi:

) i loveeeee her

- I am sick with some sort of a cold. Bah. My throat hurts and my neck hurts and I keep falling asleep exhausted, then waking up hyper, then getting an earache and falling back asleep, etc., and on and on like that. Thankfully, I have tomorrow off because of a school thing, so I can sleep if I need to.

- I am really nervous about the election. It’s making me even crankier than I already feel lately. I want to be really hopeful, I do, but I all too vividly remember 2000 and 2004, so I’m jaded and cynical and all that. I mean, I’m obviously hopeful (I cry with happiness & hope when I see Obama speaking at rallies), but I don’t know that deep down I believe it can happen. I want it to, I desperately do, but I am crushingly afraid that it won’t. I don’t know. 

- If you don’t already have it, you definitely should download this live version of “Over the Rainbow” from Judy Garland’s Judy at Carnegie Hall: sendspace.com/file/gq97sw

It’s so painfully, achingly beautiful that I cry every single time I hear it. Her voice is so full of intense beauty, pain, regret, and fatigue. It came up on my Itunes tonight & I thought I’d share. If you aren’t moved by it, I’m pretty sure you’re not human. Really. It’s that touching. & Judy Davis does a brilliant reenactment of it in Life with Judy Garland: Me and My Shadows. I sobbed through that entire scene. I originally rented it solely to see lovely Hugh Laurie as Vincente Minnelli, but I ended up really loving it all. 

- Currently listening to: Leonard Cohen’s “Joan of Arc.” The subject line lyrics are from it. 

- I feel weird and cranky from being sick, but I’m not tired, so I’m off to paint my nails and watch Conan. 

More soon! xxoo


she is most definitely my cactus cat

October 23, 2008

i wore my apple flats to work today!
( I love my apple flats & figured that I should wear them before it gets snowy out!)

- I’d like to share a couple of songs that I’ve been loving lately:

The first is “Cactus Cat” by Look Blue Go Purple, an New Zealand band that was on Flying Nun Records in the ’80s. Mike & Dan were big Flying Nun fans back in the day (and still are), and they introduced me to this band a few years ago. I love the girl-y vocals and the wonderful/sweet girl love-y lyrics. It’s total twee-pop, but smart, too. I love:

“Yeah she is my cactus cat,
she is my best friend,
and our love will never end,”
and
“Yeah, she is my cactus cat
and it’s a great life, we both agree.”

Download it here: sendspace.com/file/js6wlo

And the second is Leonard Cohen’s “Tonight Will Be Fine,” from Songs from a Room. It’s beautiful, spooky, otherworldly, and intense, yet it also manages to be darling, sweet, and soothing, somehow, too. So wonderful. I love:

“Oh sometimes I see her undressing for me,
she’s the soft naked lady love meant her to be
and she’s moving her body so brave and so free.
If I’ve got to remember that’s a fine memory.”

Download it here: sendspace.com/file/8t2164

- Recently, I’ve been enjoying taking walks around my parents’ house and although I’ve been familiar with that area since I was a child, I never realized quite how breathtakingly lovely it is until recently. I took this while walking earlier this week:

the area in which my parents live is BEAUTIFUL. geez.

Goodness! It’s amazing up there.

- I love autumn weather, so I really wish that it would stick around for a while instead of turning into 30 degree temperatures so quickly :/ Ah, well. At least I have candles like this one:

this smells lovely!

They make my apartment smell so lovely & they’re comforting, too.

& Oh, pumpkins!:

my mom & i went out to this harvest festival thing today. pumpkins!

- Mike & I haven’t been able to see much of Dan lately, so I’m extra happy when we do. They went out to pick up our pizza last night & by the time they got back to Mike’s I was bouncy & like “Boys! Boys! OMG, here’s what you missed on t.v.!” Heh! I love watching things with them. We’re like some sort of all-human MST3K squad, which I guess would make me Crow. Not bad, that.

- Shit, I need to leave for work now. And I need to remember to bundle up, because I work until 9 & it’s damn cold out at 9 :/

More soon! xo


so we beat on, boats against the current

October 22, 2008

A few random things:

- Messy head, this afternoon:

messy-head, wearing my favorite jumper, this afternoon

- I’m madly in love with Lou Reed’s acoustic demo of “Perfect Day”, from the 2002 re-release of Transformer. Download it here. & Stick around until the end of the track for a little treat :) (ETA: add .m4a as an extension at the end of the file if it doesn’t open for you. I’m not sure what’s up with it :/ )

- I never tire of this quote, from The Great Gatsby:

“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter– tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther… And one fine morning–
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

I thought of it yesterday while driving & had to find it when I came home. It gives me chills. So beautiful.

- I am applying for a job that I really, really want. I try not to get too excited about things because I’m quite familiar with crushing disappointment, but I do have to allow myself some hope. Indeed.

- The PhD application process has been complicated by a huge snag, which is all my fault. Dammit. I’ll see if I can figure it out.

- I should seriously keep count of how many times I have to say, “No, I’m not a student. I’m a teacher” at work each week. Ugh.

More soon! xo


it is my theory, which is mine.

October 16, 2008

Oh, man, that debate was painful. Or, better put, McCain was painful and scary. Mike & Dan & I were watching CNN & they did the split-screen, and McCain’s reaction shots were quite telling. Scary dude. Also, I cannot believe that whole Joe Plumber bullshit. Seriously? I was in the kitchen for a bit & I heard him say it again and was like “guys, did he just say Joe Plumber AGAIN? HOLY HELL!” Sigh.

I did a bunch of Twitter-ing about it here. & As soon as it started, and McCain started blabbing time-filling nonsense in response to the first question, I said to Mike & Dan, “holy crap, you guys, it’s like the “Well, this is what it is – my theory that I have, that is to say, which is mine, is mine” Monty Python sketch” & we couldn’t stop laughing. When I got back tonight I sat here & rewatched the sketch & even though I’ve seen it many times, it still had me laughing ridiculously hard until I was choking, almost. I’m silly:

It totally applies to both McCain and Palin. IT IS MY THEORY! WHICH IS MINE! Heh! Brilliant stuff. And we all need a little comedy to dissipate election season fear :/

& Oh, how I loved this week’s episode of House. The House/Wilson stuff was written so perfectly and so beautifully. Swoon. & Hearing how they met was really awesome. After the episode, I was like “Oh, Michael, that was LOVELY!” and he was like “was it made of squee?” and I was like “OH TOTALLY!” Hee! I love that he knows my slang & that he doesn’t think it’s idiotic at all. He’s very sweet about it. I must be confusing sometimes, though, because I basically run around spouting huge words and complicated sentences, etc., except for when I’ll randomly be all slang-y or squee-y. Ah, well :)

I am staying at my parents’ house for a couple of days (MORE apartment construction) and I took a 45 minute walk around the area today & oh, man, the suburbs are QUIET. Wow. I didn’t realize how quiet it would be up here. And I only saw five cars and one other person the entire time. It felt a bit Twilight Zone-ish, really. But it’s beautiful up here. & I very much enjoyed myself. I’m currently listening to The Ancestor’s Tale & loving it to bits. And, oh, how I love listening to Richard & Lalla. So lovely. Oh my.

We watched The Other after the debate. I hadn’t seen it before & really liked it. Wonderful sense of mood & atmosphere and very engrossing. Spooky! I’m in the mood for spooky right now.

More soon. Lots of love. xx


someone once described me as "twee but cranky". this post embodies that, i think.

October 14, 2008

me + candle + bedroom floor

candle + moleskine. a page from july, with quote from cohen documentary

(Me & a candle & my journal, tonight)

My mom & I saw The Duchess today. It was rather lovely & intriguing. Not amazing or anything, but I enjoyed it a lot.

I tried to go to the post office first but then I realized, oh, hey, it’s that day where we celebrate the genocidal maniac & thus, no mail. What an idiotic holiday. In high school, I wore a “Columbus Was a Murderer” shirt (handmade, sharpie and all that) to school on Columbus Day & got detention for it. Isn’t it wonderful how Catholic schools can do whatever they want, including stuff that public schools probably couldn’t or wouldn’t? WONDERFUL.

Anyway…

I’m getting back into Boston Legal, thankfully. Oh, how I missed my Denny/Alan. Oh, I love them. They compete with House/Wilson for my slashy heart. I can’t not watch when Shatner is on t.v. I’m too in luurve with him for that. But I hated how the last two seasons of BL focused so much on really tedious and boring tertiary characters that I didn’t give a shit about. Tonight was all Denny/Alan and that made me very happy. Bonus points for Shatner in pajamas, too. Heh! Adorable.

I also laid about & watched the Nixon episode of American Experience, because I have a cold and zero energy and figured that I might as well watch something educational. It was really interesting, as most of the AE president-centered episodes have been. I know a lot about the Watergate era, but a lot of the other stuff was new-ish to me. And honestly, I feel really ambiguous about he & his wife. The Reagan and Bush (41) episodes just confirmed my revulsion at them both, but with Nixon, I somehow feel for him, I guess. He was a horrible guy in so many ways, but I don’t really think that he intended to be. He was power-mad, but also a really paranoid, fragile, perhaps slightly insane dude. Also, Pat Nixon was okay.

But, oh, man, The Checkers Speech will never fail to make me laugh my ass off. I had a great high school history teacher who dissected it for us as we watched it and we all had a good laugh. I mean, I know that it’s historically important and all, but it’s also just so fucking ridiculous. And, yeah, it was 1952, and no one really understood how to use television as a medium yet, which makes it fascinating in a way, but, still, c’mon, do you really have to be like “HEY, WE ARE POOOOR! POOOR! I SWEAR TO GOD. WE HAVE A MORTAGE! AND A DOG! A DOG!” Goddamn. And “HEY, I AM NOT A CROOK! I SWEAR! THIS PAPER SAYS SO!” (foreshadowing!) Sigh.

And this always gets me:
“I should say this, that Pat doesn’t have a mink coat. But she does have a respectable Republican cloth coat, and I always tell her she’d look good in anything.”

Okay, I get that the “mink coat” thing is a reference to something in the Truman administration, and that it is another attempt to be like “HEY WE ARE POOOR! LISTEN TO ME! I AM NIXON AND I AM POOOR!” but, SRSLY, “a respectable Republican cloth coat”? WHO WROTE THAT? What makes a coat “Republican”? Let me know so that I can go buy a Democrat coat, okay? Heh.

Also, I have a huge fondness for the ’70s in general, and footage from then, or shows, or movies, etc., mostly make me really happy and fuzzy and all those good things. It’s like nostalgia for a period I didn’t experience, I guess. Somehow, I’m irritated by people who are nostalgic for the ’90s (my formative years and all that, but I don’t understand how anyone could miss that time. I am lucky to have grown up pre-internet, pre-cell phones, and with punk and Riot Grrrrrrl and all that but I don’t miss that time at all), but I understand nostalgia for the ’70s or earlier.

I am rambling and using too many caps. Sorry.

And, for the first time (and I’ve been reading it since ’97 or so), I am not really interested in an issue of Bust. & I don’t think it says much about me changing or anything. I don’t know. I strongly dislike the cover subject, and I swear to god, if I have to read one more SMUG SELF IMPORTANT PIECE OF SHIT editor’s letter, I will pull my hair out. I hated the last issue’s letter, and I hated this one even more. All I’ll say is: 1) you can like traditional “women’s magazines” and still like Bust. I can’t believe that said editor is even bringing up that divide. Grow up. and 2) I happen to rather like the man being bashed in this month’s editor’s letter, and I thought the attacks were very hypocritical and sometimes petty. Perhaps said editor should stop being so self-righteously and smugly quasi-feminist for one second so that she might notice that her magazine is rapidly morphing into Jane. OH, SNAP. But seriously. Seriously.

I don’t like being boxed in by people who find it necessary to define what an “-ism” is all about. That’s why I haven’t called myself a feminist in years and still don’t. I realized that it had so much baggage and that I didn’t fit into the mold at all nor did I want to, so I said fuck it. I met too many self-righteous women and encountered too much self-righteous media that made me feel really pressured to be something I’m not. Listen, I’m completely women-positive. Absolutely. I’m vehemently pro-choice, and am disgusted by mistreatment of girls and women in any way, shape, or form. But I cannot deal with the weird expectations and bitchy self-righteous smugness of doom that often comes with the f-word.

So, yeah. I hope I didn’t offend. It’s not the word I hate- it’s the baggage.

This was long. Thank you so much for reading.


someone once described me as “twee but cranky”. this post embodies that, i think.

October 14, 2008

me + candle + bedroom floor

candle + moleskine. a page from july, with quote from cohen documentary

(Me & a candle & my journal, tonight)

My mom & I saw The Duchess today. It was rather lovely & intriguing. Not amazing or anything, but I enjoyed it a lot.

I tried to go to the post office first but then I realized, oh, hey, it’s that day where we celebrate the genocidal maniac & thus, no mail. What an idiotic holiday. In high school, I wore a “Columbus Was a Murderer” shirt (handmade, sharpie and all that) to school on Columbus Day & got detention for it. Isn’t it wonderful how Catholic schools can do whatever they want, including stuff that public schools probably couldn’t or wouldn’t? WONDERFUL.

Anyway…

I’m getting back into Boston Legal, thankfully. Oh, how I missed my Denny/Alan. Oh, I love them. They compete with House/Wilson for my slashy heart. I can’t not watch when Shatner is on t.v. I’m too in luurve with him for that. But I hated how the last two seasons of BL focused so much on really tedious and boring tertiary characters that I didn’t give a shit about. Tonight was all Denny/Alan and that made me very happy. Bonus points for Shatner in pajamas, too. Heh! Adorable.

I also laid about & watched the Nixon episode of American Experience, because I have a cold and zero energy and figured that I might as well watch something educational. It was really interesting, as most of the AE president-centered episodes have been. I know a lot about the Watergate era, but a lot of the other stuff was new-ish to me. And honestly, I feel really ambiguous about he & his wife. The Reagan and Bush (41) episodes just confirmed my revulsion at them both, but with Nixon, I somehow feel for him, I guess. He was a horrible guy in so many ways, but I don’t really think that he intended to be. He was power-mad, but also a really paranoid, fragile, perhaps slightly insane dude. Also, Pat Nixon was okay.

But, oh, man, The Checkers Speech will never fail to make me laugh my ass off. I had a great high school history teacher who dissected it for us as we watched it and we all had a good laugh. I mean, I know that it’s historically important and all, but it’s also just so fucking ridiculous. And, yeah, it was 1952, and no one really understood how to use television as a medium yet, which makes it fascinating in a way, but, still, c’mon, do you really have to be like “HEY, WE ARE POOOOR! POOOR! I SWEAR TO GOD. WE HAVE A MORTAGE! AND A DOG! A DOG!” Goddamn. And “HEY, I AM NOT A CROOK! I SWEAR! THIS PAPER SAYS SO!” (foreshadowing!) Sigh.

And this always gets me:
“I should say this, that Pat doesn’t have a mink coat. But she does have a respectable Republican cloth coat, and I always tell her she’d look good in anything.”

Okay, I get that the “mink coat” thing is a reference to something in the Truman administration, and that it is another attempt to be like “HEY WE ARE POOOR! LISTEN TO ME! I AM NIXON AND I AM POOOR!” but, SRSLY, “a respectable Republican cloth coat”? WHO WROTE THAT? What makes a coat “Republican”? Let me know so that I can go buy a Democrat coat, okay? Heh.

Also, I have a huge fondness for the ’70s in general, and footage from then, or shows, or movies, etc., mostly make me really happy and fuzzy and all those good things. It’s like nostalgia for a period I didn’t experience, I guess. Somehow, I’m irritated by people who are nostalgic for the ’90s (my formative years and all that, but I don’t understand how anyone could miss that time. I am lucky to have grown up pre-internet, pre-cell phones, and with punk and Riot Grrrrrrl and all that but I don’t miss that time at all), but I understand nostalgia for the ’70s or earlier.

I am rambling and using too many caps. Sorry.

And, for the first time (and I’ve been reading it since ’97 or so), I am not really interested in an issue of Bust. & I don’t think it says much about me changing or anything. I don’t know. I strongly dislike the cover subject, and I swear to god, if I have to read one more SMUG SELF IMPORTANT PIECE OF SHIT editor’s letter, I will pull my hair out. I hated the last issue’s letter, and I hated this one even more. All I’ll say is: 1) you can like traditional “women’s magazines” and still like Bust. I can’t believe that said editor is even bringing up that divide. Grow up. and 2) I happen to rather like the man being bashed in this month’s editor’s letter, and I thought the attacks were very hypocritical and sometimes petty. Perhaps said editor should stop being so self-righteously and smugly quasi-feminist for one second so that she might notice that her magazine is rapidly morphing into Jane. OH, SNAP. But seriously. Seriously.

I don’t like being boxed in by people who find it necessary to define what an “-ism” is all about. That’s why I haven’t called myself a feminist in years and still don’t. I realized that it had so much baggage and that I didn’t fit into the mold at all nor did I want to, so I said fuck it. I met too many self-righteous women and encountered too much self-righteous media that made me feel really pressured to be something I’m not. Listen, I’m completely women-positive. Absolutely. I’m vehemently pro-choice, and am disgusted by mistreatment of girls and women in any way, shape, or form. But I cannot deal with the weird expectations and bitchy self-righteous smugness of doom that often comes with the f-word.

So, yeah. I hope I didn’t offend. It’s not the word I hate- it’s the baggage.

This was long. Thank you so much for reading.


our aspirations are wrapped up in books

October 12, 2008

Ack, I had to spend about ten days out of my apartment because a new porch and new stairs were needed. And I have to leave again tonight for another two days so that they can stain the wood or whatever. This shouldn’t be taking so long, seriously. I don’t know much about construction, but I do know a bit, because my grandpa was an amazing carpenter by trade, and I know how long it should take to build stairs, you know? Whatever.

Being away from the apartment has totally thrown me off, especially regarding work/correcting papers, and mail/zine copying, etc. So, if I owe you mail, it will take longer than usual. Sorry about that :/ I have managed to keep up with zine orders at least.

Good things!:

Yummy red velvet cupcakes my mom made for my birthday party:

my mom made yummy & pretty red velvet cupcakes for my birthday party

Romana, secret agent:

miss romana, taken outside last night
:)

Mikey in his newly acquired vintage Russian pilot’s helmet:

mikey in his awesome vintage russian pilot's helmet. i love this!

MY BOYFRIEND HAS THE BEST STUFF. SERIOUSLY. :)

Wonderful things ordered with birthday money:

lovely things that i ordered with birthday money. see notes for details

Beautiful new vegan wallet from Queen Bee Creations:

my wonderful new wallet! i love it so much. it's hard to find cute, non-leather wallets, so yay!

Fenchurch & I are both hopeful:

)

I am still unbelievably excited about this:

oh, yes! i finally bought it today. i bought two copies, in fact. heh!

In fact, I bought two copies. Heh!

& This is what my Itunes screen usually looks like:

obsessive! obsessive! heh

Obsessive! Oh well. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

(More photos at my Flickr.)

& I’m now at Twitter, too. My profile is here.

The weather here seems to have jumped directly from summer to winter. I want autumn! It’s already 30 degrees-ish at night. Brr!

More soon! Thanks for reading/looking. xo


omg!

October 9, 2008

HOLY SHIT!

omgtheslash

It’s like they asked me, “Oh, hey Miranda, what’s the most awesome thing we could put on this week’s cover?” and then THEY DID. OMG!

Be still, my slashy heart!

xo


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