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Add comment January 31st, 2004
Hooray for sushi racing!
Also hooray for possible free bookcases, courtesy of the now-defunct Babbitt’s.
Also hooray for my random customer service award.
Also hooray for warm.
Add comment January 30th, 2004
I must not be a good feminist. I don’t know what I am – and I don’t generally worry about those labels – but occasionally I’ll find myself in conversations that just make me shake my head. It doesn’t matter to me if women choose to work or choose to stay at home, as long as those things are choices. I don’t feel empowered by knowing that there are women out there making obscene amounts of money any more than I feel empowered by my mother’s choice (and ability) to stay at home. I get angry with feminism in the same way I get angry with people push-push-pushing affirmative action. I don’t want to get a job just because I’m a woman. I don’t want to be looked at differently because I’m a woman. I don’t want people to make special caveats for me because I’m a woman. It’s bullshit. I guess what I’m for is equality – not elevation, not reparation, just equality. And maybe I’m an idealist for hoping for those things.
But feminism for me, I guess, is more of a personal choice than a public statement – just as my stance on abortion is a personal choice rather than a public statement. I can’t make decisions for others. I’m not angry with men for keeping women in the house for centuries. I’m happy to live in the time in which we live. I’m happy that I have the choices that are presented to me, and I hope that things continue to get better for women in the days to come.
Or maybe it’s just that I don’t understand militancy, in any form. Militant feminist, militant lesbian, militant (insert cause here) – maybe that makes me passive, maybe I’m just different. I don’t know.
This post isn’t going anywhere, so I’ll leave it at this. I support women’s rights, but I’m not going to deny that I have decidedly un-feminist bents to my thinking. I’m just – me.
Add comment January 27th, 2004
A couple of thoughts.
Again, this wireless network thing rock rock rocks. Except that the one at Green Street appears to be much more volatile than the one at Za’s. So much for the getting coffee and checking my email lunch break. I’ve been here 10 minutes and have moved tables once. How annoying.
Yay for Johnny Depp and his Oscar nomination. Tasty. Actually, yay for all the Oscar nominees. I’ve seen more nominated films/people this year than last, and I feel pretty good about that.
I can’t imagine the courage it must take to campaign for President, especially when you’re one of many candidates and far from the front runner – and that’s just competing for your party’s place on the ballot. I know upsets occur, but still. At that point you’re either extremely passionate and convicted – or a masochist.
More snow last night. It’s lovely, except when you have to drive and/or walk in it. I’m thinking about stew for dinner, then reading on the couch. Oh, and 24. Of course 24.
Add comment January 27th, 2004
I’m really sore tonight for no apparent reason. OK, that’s not entirely true. After a peaceful morning, I had a terrifically stressful afternoon. They’ve hired someone to work with me MWF, but they don’t start for another 2-3 weeks, so for the time being, I’m working like crazy.
What’s wrong with Jay Leno?
Sorry, I digress. Anyway, I was insanely busy from about 1:30 until 3:30 – the only line I had all day – and I literally ran from about 1:30 until 4:30. I’m really surprised I balanced without a problem and that I didn’t go crashing into the wall while running down the ramp. It’s going to happen one of these days – I know it. In the last week I’ve tackled a couple of stupid projects that no one could be bothered with, including tracking down people who haven’t picked up their check orders from 2002.
There’s something seriously wrong with Shawn. I feel like I need to make this public service announcement before something tragic happens. I’m not sure what sort of tragedy could come from such oddness, but there you have it. Maybe one day he’ll try too hard to explain something that’s funny and fall off the couch. It could happen. Shawn wishes you kind readers to know that he just did an impression of Bernie Mac with no segue from talking ABOUT Bernie Mac. He also claims I just don’t understand his humor. Is there anything else, Shawn? He is now hunched over, and Coke might be coming out his nose. Oh. I am now apparently a blasphemer. He is laughing so hard that speech is difficult. And maybe he’s hurt himself. I repeat myself, there’s something seriously wrong.
I’ve just been tackled. Apparently I didn’t explain the Bernie Mac impression in an adequate manner. I’m still not sure what I missed, but I will leave that alone so as to avoid being tackled again.
Our first real snow – of course everyone’s acting like 3-5 inches is the end of the world. It’s not, really. I did see a small child in a Burger King hat slip in the snow, but that’s about it.
OK, too much randomness. I’ll leave it at that.
Add comment January 26th, 2004
Two reasons I love my laptop and network card:
1. Last night I talked to Shawn and Adrienne and Jen online while in the bath. No worries, I didn’t actually have the computer in the bath – it was on a kitchen chair next to the tub. I was warm and submerged to my waist in water, but my arms and hands were high and dry. A while ago I said the ultimate thing would be to have a computer in the bath – my two greatest addictions – and now I can have them both. Muahahaha.
2. Right now I’m blogging from Za’s. I know the wireless network thingie isn’t a novelty to, well, anyone – but it’s pretty damned thrilling for me, now that I’ve gotten it to work. I just had tasty fettucine with mushrooms, garlic, artichokes, and black olives in a cream white wine sauce, garlic bread, and a soda, and now I’m sitting by the window, watching the students walk by in the slushy snow. I know I said I was going to come home for lunch more, but today I just didn’t have time to pack a lunch. I’m thinking there will be lots of lunches at Green St or Moonstruck – perhaps a covert sandwich along with coffee and free free internet.
Ah well, back to work. Hooray for rocking internet, boo for worky-work. Oh well.
Add comment January 26th, 2004
I guess I would just say that working those jobs served the purpose of making me understand that earlier thing about grace and money. The harder I worked, generally, and the less the work had to do with something I loved, the less I had to use (for good, or for love, or for kindness) at the end of the day. –George Saunders in the New Yorker
Add comment January 24th, 2004
2 large ripe bananas, mashed
3/4 C sugar
1/4 C milk
3 T vegetable oil
1/2 t vanilla
3 eggs
2 2/3 C bisquick
1/2 C chocolate chips
Heat oven to 350F. Grease 5″x9″x3″ loaf pan. Stir together bananas, sugar, milk, oil, vanilla, and eggs in large bowl. Stir in bisquick and chocolate chips. Pour in pan. Bake 50-60 minutes. Cool 10 minutes. Loosen sides of loaf from pan, then remove. Cool 1 hour before slicing.
Add comment January 24th, 2004
This post is incredible. The blogger is nearly nine months pregnant and has posted for the last few months about her pregnancy, about the massive home remodeling project she and her husband have undertaken, etc. Here she is posting about her husband – and about what went before their relationship and this pregnancy. It is – wow. “Sometimes I make myself sick with how goopy I get when I start to talk about him, but it’s become increasingly hard to even think about him without silently gasping, my God, I am so in love with this man.” Call me an idealist, but I want to be able to say these things about someone some day – or maybe I already do.
And on a similar note, Ada’s post on 15 January about her family. “A fortune teller once told me that the people you have relationships with in your life (familial, personal, confrontational…) last for lifetime after lifetime after lifetime. One is always trying to improve on these relationships and I wonder if she meant that nirvana was a sort of success in all the people that you touch.”
Add comment January 18th, 2004
