I want to run away.
Come to Colorado!
'Shindig'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I want to run away.
Come to Colorado!
Ah, school is out. (Evanston Township High School is two blocks away.) A kid walked past my window shouting "Fuck you, pussy!" at some other kid. Now there is more yelling.
Yep, it's a little after 4:00 on a school day....
Allyson, great news!
In unrelated news, I have screeching bluejays in the tree outside my window.
Timelies all!
Happy Birthday Aurelia!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AURELIA!!!!
Special for erika:
FiveThirtyEight.com report on an Obama rally with a speech by a Wire alum, and tons of Wire love in the comments
I was just reading that. I am now officially SO FREAKING MAD that I didn't go out to that.
Come to Colorado!
Believe me, babe, it is so tempting to just get in my car and drive and not tell anyone where the hell I'm going.
I'm having an argument with one of my best friends. She just cut me off on the phone because I was trying to apologize for having broken down somewhat on the phone earlier this morning. (We were talking about the latest round of rejections from editors). And then she emailed me, apologizing for being abrupt on the phone and then said
I think you don’t realize that when you apologize and go on and on about how you’re sorry and you don’t mean to be “stupid” or “tiresome” or “fragile” – what you’re in effect saying is the rest of us (you know, humans?) *are* those things when we go through hard times and break down. Or else that you’re somehow above all that. Either one is a little difficult to take, since you’ve been present during some of the toughest and worst times I’ve ever had.
Which just through me for an utter loop and I'm sitting her in just absolute tears right now because it's so utterly the opposite of how I feel. I can't believe anyone would think I'm that arrogant. If anything, it's the opposite. I apologize because I don't want to be a burden. I've never been ALLOWED to break down. It's not just that it's not in my nature, but it's been drummed out of me from a very early age. Whatever was going on that was bad or upsetting me always had to be set aside because there was always someone who had it worse. So I get the unmitigated joy of feeling guilty for going through the worst time of my life.
Sorry I'm being such a Drama Queen.
Barb--the same thing was said to me by my best friend when I was going throug my divorce. I don't think she wants you to feel guilty. I think she wants you to be be able to honestly share how crappy you feel. Let HER decide if it's too much or too stupid or whatever. When my BFF said that to me I was gobsmacked, but I realized she was right and that there was something distancing (for both of us) about my judging how she was reacting to my feelings for her and apologizing in advance. It was a big aha! moment for me.
Sonia seems deep. A poet, and an optimist, but no kool-aid drinker. I feel that I can respect her "endorsement" Bush could never be McNutty, though. If the parking garage dream now makes me scream WITH FEAR, y'all know why. Obama would be stoked...I hear he's a big fan.(I'm embarrassed to admit how much that decided me in re Obama/ Hill, but it's only in front of us, right? If I ever meet Jon Stewart, I'll say something else.