i've abandoned this personal blog in favor of more themed blogs so if you want to check out my (feminist) take on television humor go to sodisappointing.blogspot.com and for my newest pet project - a craft-oriented la-based free school, go to pigeonparty.blogspot.com
hearts.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
confession corner
recently i caught myself thinking: god, i need a life. but i'd settle for a boyfriend.
yowza. i feel like i have, for the most part, escaped much of the pressure to be constantly in a relationship. but, like most ladies i know, i do sometimes find myself thinking how much i want and even, need, a boyfriend. any amount of this kind of thinking is too much as far as i am concerned.
luckily, the last time this unfortunate thought crossed my mind, it was pulling a banner behind is reading:
what do i need a partner for?
when you think that i have emily, kitty love, a body pillow and several vibbies... it's basically 80% of a rocking boyfriend complete with a total lack of his own needs! so cheers to progress and blog-erapy.
yowza. i feel like i have, for the most part, escaped much of the pressure to be constantly in a relationship. but, like most ladies i know, i do sometimes find myself thinking how much i want and even, need, a boyfriend. any amount of this kind of thinking is too much as far as i am concerned.
luckily, the last time this unfortunate thought crossed my mind, it was pulling a banner behind is reading:
what do i need a partner for?
when you think that i have emily, kitty love, a body pillow and several vibbies... it's basically 80% of a rocking boyfriend complete with a total lack of his own needs! so cheers to progress and blog-erapy.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Dolor and decay
So I find myself here in LA, hot and sunny in the middle of February. Wonderful and a little scary.
Watched the Oscars last sunday... or at least, part of them. 80th Anniversary and supposedly the least watched Academy Awards of all time. Makes sense cause no one gave a crap about any of the nominees this year, including me. Haven't even seen any of the films, besides Juno (which while good, didn't really deserve a nomination in my opinion).
The night before I watched the first post-writer's strike SNL - hosted by Tina Fey. I love that woman and totally believe she is a great comedian, writer and probably person, but shit did SNL suck. Which I guess isn't surprising since it's been sucking for a while now. I don't get it. There are so many funny people on right now - Bill Hader, Will Forte, Andy Samberg, Amy Poehler and yet every episode I see is so lame. I mentioned this recently and a woman got on my case, explaining it isn't the fault of SNL because the hosts ultimately decide what sketches get done. Okay then, that explains a shitty episode when Britney hosts, but Tina Fey?! What's going on folks? How can we be simultaneously experiencing a renaissance of hilarious movies (Superbad, Knocked Up, etc) and a drought of television sketch comedy? Makes me sad.
I want to acknowledge that Ms. Fey tries her best to create female-centered comedy (by, for and about ladies) but it usually falls flat at best, or offends at worst. BITCH magazine said it before, but I'll say it again. What the fuck is wrong with her that she allows Liz Lemon of 30 Rock to be such a pitiful character? Exposing feminist rhetoric, claiming she is happy as a successful, single career woman, Lemon is continually cut down by her *male* boss who points out that she is indeed unhappy because she is a single, career woman. Swear to god, every episode goes something like this:
Fey: I'm a successful woman! I'm the boss in a male-dominated field! I'm totally happy ! I don't need a man!
Baldwin: But you dress like crap, eat like crap and are totally lonely.
Fey: You're right. I'm miserable. Better find a man.
Sigh. One step forward, two steps back.
Tina. You said that Bitch is the new black. Time to back it up and Bitch it up.
Watched the Oscars last sunday... or at least, part of them. 80th Anniversary and supposedly the least watched Academy Awards of all time. Makes sense cause no one gave a crap about any of the nominees this year, including me. Haven't even seen any of the films, besides Juno (which while good, didn't really deserve a nomination in my opinion).
The night before I watched the first post-writer's strike SNL - hosted by Tina Fey. I love that woman and totally believe she is a great comedian, writer and probably person, but shit did SNL suck. Which I guess isn't surprising since it's been sucking for a while now. I don't get it. There are so many funny people on right now - Bill Hader, Will Forte, Andy Samberg, Amy Poehler and yet every episode I see is so lame. I mentioned this recently and a woman got on my case, explaining it isn't the fault of SNL because the hosts ultimately decide what sketches get done. Okay then, that explains a shitty episode when Britney hosts, but Tina Fey?! What's going on folks? How can we be simultaneously experiencing a renaissance of hilarious movies (Superbad, Knocked Up, etc) and a drought of television sketch comedy? Makes me sad.
I want to acknowledge that Ms. Fey tries her best to create female-centered comedy (by, for and about ladies) but it usually falls flat at best, or offends at worst. BITCH magazine said it before, but I'll say it again. What the fuck is wrong with her that she allows Liz Lemon of 30 Rock to be such a pitiful character? Exposing feminist rhetoric, claiming she is happy as a successful, single career woman, Lemon is continually cut down by her *male* boss who points out that she is indeed unhappy because she is a single, career woman. Swear to god, every episode goes something like this:
Fey: I'm a successful woman! I'm the boss in a male-dominated field! I'm totally happy ! I don't need a man!
Baldwin: But you dress like crap, eat like crap and are totally lonely.
Fey: You're right. I'm miserable. Better find a man.
Sigh. One step forward, two steps back.
Tina. You said that Bitch is the new black. Time to back it up and Bitch it up.
Monday, December 31, 2007
2007 closing like a sticky window
hullo. just wanted to point out that erica and i are leaving in about a week to spend 3 weeks under the Thai sun. we (meaning the ever talented erica) created a beautiful blog where we will be posting updates and photos of our trip. wish us safety and fun. and please please send along your address if you'd like a postcard.
http://jandetravellers.blogspot.com/
happy holidays and best wishes for a peaceful and joyous 2008.
http://jandetravellers.blogspot.com/
happy holidays and best wishes for a peaceful and joyous 2008.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
mended and mending
Part 1
I'm returning from my two week plus journey to the bay area (SF, SC, SF and Oakland) and I'm filled with gratitude and joy. YAY. I'm not even going to spend much time on this, because really it's beyond language. But let's just say, I love sunshine and the familiarity of place and I LOVE my friends. Holy shit. I am so fucking lucky to have the friends I have. Not only are they awesome, beautiful, smart, funny and all around interested and good people, but they love me! AMAZING. So cheers for good friends and interlocking Venn Diagram Co-Ops located somewhere between Los Angeles and Santa Cruz...
PART 2
My last morning in Santa Cruz I got the "mend" tattoo I've been planning for some time now. the letters stand for each of my members of my immediate family (matthew, erin, nancy and dean) but of course it also a shout out to fiber arts (hey!) and a reference to the upkeep of self, the healing of wounds large and small, and like all tattoos (and piercings) for me, a reminder to live in the moment.
It's interesting because my tattoo is itself a wound, one that is currently scabby and itchy as it heals. It's good to watch intently as my body heals itself (even from self-inflicted hurts) and to know that I work. That I can and do heal. I want my tattoo to be all healed already. I want it to stop itching and be all smooth and scab-less and pretty, but all I can do is wait. It can't be rushed. I just have to be patient and take care of myself the best I can.
A pretty apt metaphor if you ask me.
So this morning I am washing my wounds, even those - or especially those - without physical manifestations. I am gently cleansing with soap, rinsing, patting dry, applying cocao butter and taking care. The rest is up to time.
And Jesus. (Hi Erica.)
I'm returning from my two week plus journey to the bay area (SF, SC, SF and Oakland) and I'm filled with gratitude and joy. YAY. I'm not even going to spend much time on this, because really it's beyond language. But let's just say, I love sunshine and the familiarity of place and I LOVE my friends. Holy shit. I am so fucking lucky to have the friends I have. Not only are they awesome, beautiful, smart, funny and all around interested and good people, but they love me! AMAZING. So cheers for good friends and interlocking Venn Diagram Co-Ops located somewhere between Los Angeles and Santa Cruz...
PART 2
My last morning in Santa Cruz I got the "mend" tattoo I've been planning for some time now. the letters stand for each of my members of my immediate family (matthew, erin, nancy and dean) but of course it also a shout out to fiber arts (hey!) and a reference to the upkeep of self, the healing of wounds large and small, and like all tattoos (and piercings) for me, a reminder to live in the moment.
It's interesting because my tattoo is itself a wound, one that is currently scabby and itchy as it heals. It's good to watch intently as my body heals itself (even from self-inflicted hurts) and to know that I work. That I can and do heal. I want my tattoo to be all healed already. I want it to stop itching and be all smooth and scab-less and pretty, but all I can do is wait. It can't be rushed. I just have to be patient and take care of myself the best I can.
A pretty apt metaphor if you ask me.
So this morning I am washing my wounds, even those - or especially those - without physical manifestations. I am gently cleansing with soap, rinsing, patting dry, applying cocao butter and taking care. The rest is up to time.
And Jesus. (Hi Erica.)
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Hate is a strong word...
I dread strangers. And meeting people. And making chit chat. I dread extended family and neighbors and really any situation where I'm forced to act like I care about-- and am cared about by-- people I'm connected to on totally arbitrary levels. I know this sounds harsh, but really sometimes my life feels all too much like that scene from the beginning of The Graduate. Except that I don't even get the luxury of bad advice ("Plastics!") Instead, I get questions. Horrible, awful, ridiculous questions. You have no idea who I am or what I'm like and you're asking me what careers I'm considering or today's gem "What do you like to do?"
Believe me sweetie, if I knew do you think I'd be standing outside in my pajamas and slippers at 2:30pm on a Saturday staring at the cat to make sure he doesn't leave the property and get eaten by coyotes?
Believe me sweetie, if I knew do you think I'd be standing outside in my pajamas and slippers at 2:30pm on a Saturday staring at the cat to make sure he doesn't leave the property and get eaten by coyotes?
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