Thursday, September 30, 2010

Quote of the day

Human or bear, offspring typically want more of their mother than mother is willing to give.

Source: Parent-Offspring Conflict: Weaning Panda Cubs; San Diego Zoo blog

Editor's note: I don't know if that's true, but it struck a chord.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

teenage paparazzo

I just love HBO documentaries. This one is no exception.

Proceedings are resumed.

Below are some key points from the public minutes from Lori's most recent hearing.

COURT FINDS DEFENDANT IS MENTALLY COMPETENT TO STAND TRIAL.
CRIMINAL PROCEEDINGS ARE RESUMED.
JURY TRIAL SET FOR 11/08/2010.
BAIL SET IN AMOUNT OF $1000000.00.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Meg 2010

I don’t suppose the California gubernatorial race is big news outside of California. (Shit I don’t know, maybe it is.) But if you don’t know, Meg Whitman, former CEO of eBay, is running for governor of California. She is running against a man who was governor several years ago and who has been generally vilified over the years, but that’s not my point. This is one of those races where I’m not exactly crazy about either option.

Meg has this commercial. It’s the kind of commercial that makes you yell at the television set. I tried to find it on YouTube, but didn’t. I tried to find it on her website, but was afraid to stay there too long. Anyway, in this commercial, a Hispanic man – an entrepreneur himself, is talking about how he used eBay to grow his business and how wonderfully it has all worked out. The commercial ends with the sound bite… “My name is … and I’m a Meg Whitman success story.”

Which, you know… awesome. I love the Internet and eBay (and craigslist and Etsy, oh, how I love Etsy) and I am happy for the small businesses that flourish using these tools. But that does not necessarily mean the CEOs of any or all of these companies are qualified to be governor of this enormous and diverse state! Am I right?!

NEVER MIND that we're talking about a state that has elected more than one actor to this office. God help us.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

take it back

I saw a bumper sticker with an American flag on it that read simply: Take America back.

I'm curious who they think we should take it back from. Big Government or Big Business? Obama or Congress? The Liberals or The Conservatives?

I can't decide if this is a great bumper sticker because it works for everyone, or if it's a terrible bumper sticker because it DOESN'T ACTUALLY SAY ANYTHING.

Autumn

And just like that, it’s fall. The sun still warms, but the air is cooler.

For Sale signs are popping up in my neighborhood faster than wildflowers after a wet winter. I’m not really sure where all these people want to go, but more power to them. Things are changing around us. The area isn’t as agrarian as it used to be. Tract homes and other developments inch their way closer to our quiet little spot every year. Some folks want to cash out and get out, I guess.

Meanwhile I find myself unusually content to stay put. I say unusually because I fancy myself a bit of a gypsy and love to dream about going to this place or that. But this place feels like some kind of nucleus to me. I was instantly centered the first time I set foot on this land. Everything in me sort of fell into place. That centered-ness has come and gone over the years, but it's still within reach.

I have a birthday coming up in a couple weeks and I think it may shape up to be a very good birthday. We have concert tickets for the whole family to see Jack Johnson (WOO-HOO!), and we are discussing plans to stay in a hotel after the concert and go to the zoo the next day, which I love completely.

So, here's wishing you a cool and enjoyable fall full of music and love... do you like the fall as much as I do?

Thursday, September 16, 2010

cuggles

I could use a hammock and a baby panda to cuddle on... but I'd settle for a nap.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

I'm hungry too

Would it be melodramatic of me to say that I think my legs are going to fall off?

Fine, I won’t say it then.

They bloody well hurt though.

I was reading Dooce yesterday, and she described an exercise where you get down on your knees one leg at a time and then back up to standing one leg at a time. Sounds simple enough. (Sort of reminds me of Catholic Calisthenics, actually, only without the pews.)

The thing is, in real life if you get down on the ground and back up again, you do it once here and there as needed. But doing reps? When you are within spitting distance of weighing ### pounds? HA! Hahahaha.

My legs are very crampy and sore today. So I decided to take a walk during lunch. I thought a nice easy walk would loosen me up.

I? Am an idiot.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Florence + The Machine - Dog Days are Over

I've always enjoyed songs with big tempo changes.

I love the second half of the chorus:

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your loving, your loving behind
You cant carry it with you if you want to survive

and this part:

Happiness hit her like a bullet in the head
Struck from a great height by someone
who should know better than that

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Long Weekend

Saturday morning. Starbucks. Pumpkin Cream Cheese Muffin. Already? Really? YES PLEASE. No, just one, thank you. Smartass barista.

Saturday afternoon. Phone rings and I don’t get there -- voice mail. Friend dropping car off at shop and will walk home if she doesn’t hear back from me. Ummm, no. It’s 108° out! Pick her (and her niece) up. Can I give her a ride back when it’s done? Naturally.

Saturday evening. On the road to Valley Center for a concert. Dash temp goes from 107° to 87° as we drive south, and then back up to 105° as we drive east. Indian reservation, citrus grove, reservation, boarded up houses, casino, trailer houses, another reservation, casino, oak trees, winding motherfucking road, turn here, citrus grove, reservation, HUGE GODDAMN CASINO IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE. Park the car. Walk. Walk some more. Wait in line. Find seats. Right behind the mixing board. Not because they’re great seats, but because the board is in a weird spot. Tift Merritt. Good voice, but arrangements lacking as compared to CDs. Seats barely half full. Ray LaMontagne. Great voice, great lyrics. Songs tend toward the depressing which may or may not suit my mood a little too well these days, you know? Mostly mellow, but a couple songs really get folks moving. Full house now. And then… David Gray. Good LORD, this is a man who has found his sweet spot in the universe. He is doing what he was meant to do and HE IS ENJOYING IT MOTHERFUCKERS. And he’s got the head waggle to prove it. I’ve been listening to this guy for at least 10 years now and SUDDENLY I REMEMBER WHY. Awesome. Gotta live indeed.

Sunday morning. Finally watch the end of If God is Willing and Da Creek Don’t Rise. Only took me three sittings. Heart wrenching. I’ll say it again: Humans, as a species, do not deserve this planet we’ve been given. Kids walk home from my mom’s house. Austin sees me standing on the lawn and breaks into a full-tilt run. This is the first time he’s ever been away from me over night.

Sunday afternoon. Finally watch Babies. So beautiful, those babies. Bare bottoms and sleepy heads. Maybe humans aren’t so bad. Watch Juno for first time. Sad.

Sunday evening. Dinner with MIL. Watch Babies again. Don’t worry, it’s not making me want to get pregnant or anything.

Monday. Laundry. Laundry. Pizza. Laundry.

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UPDATED TO INCLUDE photographic evidence of date night:

Friday, September 3, 2010

three more days

This last week or so, I find myself going to a place in my head that I’ve been before. It’s not a healthy place. I guess being aware and more experienced about it is a good thing, but still. I’m not quite sure what to do. For some reason I don’t especially want to go back to therapy right now.

It doesn’t help that I’m tired. And that my ear still hurts. (Or maybe that does help. I can’t spend as much time in the crazy place.) And throw in a dash of PMS, just for good measure.

Dan and I have concert tickets to see Tift Merritt, Ray LaMontagne (one of my favorites) and David Gray this weekend. I was really excited about it when I bought the tickets, but now I don’t really even feel like going. I’ll go anyway though, and I’m sure I’ll enjoy it once I’m there. I just don’t have any spirit in me today.

Usually I only get this deflated when we’re flat broke, which we aren’t right now. We’re not rich or anything, but the bills are paid and we can afford food and gas. When we’re tapped I get really bummed out. But payday didn’t cheer me up this time like it usually does.

Maybe it is just this stupid earache, wearing me down more than I realize. I emailed my doctor to see if I could get a different antibiotic than last time. Hopefully I’ll get a response today.

Anyway, have a good weekend. Take care out there. All will be well here soon, I'm sure.

In fact, this might perk me up:

Okay, one more... For the Summer

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Not that I would, even if I could.

I've been a fan of the Barcelona Chair ever since the first time I picked up a copy of a Design Within Reach catalog in a waiting room somewhere.

Of course about 30 seconds after that, I picked my jaw up off the floor. $5,000 USD for a chair?! You have GOT to be shitting me.

But I never forgot that chair. It spoke to me for some reason.

Anyway, flash forward a few years, and look instead to VivaTerra. There are a small handful of items in their catalog that I have lusted after for some time now (these bowls and this quilt), but again, a bit spendy for me. But this... this grabbed me by the cheeks and held my gaze.

The Butaca Chair. Somewhat more affordable at $1,350 USD (laugh) and much more earthy than the original.

Relax in our updated, upholstered version of the Mexican Butaca, a hand-built chair inspired by the classic Spanish Barcelona® chair. We offer ours built entirely from FSC-certified machiche, a tropical Guatemalan hardwood, with well-padded cushions upholstered in either reclaimed jute coffee sacks or organic color-grown cotton fabric in natural. Please allow up to 3 weeks for delivery. See special shipping info. Note: Chair is upholstered in vintage coffee sacks and the print and the color of the print will vary. 30"W x 34"L x 33"H.

Sigh. I do like it an awful lot. And yes, with the coffee sacks, please.

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Hardly compares to my $30 second-hand bamboo chair and love seat. I did finally get good cushions for them.