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Back from An Inexplicably Long Hiatus

Hello-o-ooo again (to Mary and everyone)!

I have so little plans today and this weekend except to enrich my brain, eat sweet potatoes, read more about corporations, bake something with a sh*tload of apples (I have about four pounds in my cupboard), maybe make phở with Food Club and draw pictures. ‘Tis lovely.

Oh yeah, Halloween happened!

Pioneer Murderess Juli and Cool Mummy Isabelle

5 Things – November 1 – 2011

  1. Woke up around 6 a.m. to slight pat-pat-pat rain on the roof above our back stairs. I hear this early in the morning and it usually means weather is on its way. I’d heard it was supposed to get rainy-snowy later on Tuesday but I had high hopes that perhaps I could get on the bike early enough to escape the worst of it. Not so! It was full-on raining when I finally got out of bed to make coffee. Then as I was bundling up in the front room, I looked outside and big white flakes began to fall. It’s always kind of a magical, bizarre thing to see, the first snowfall, but it’s not surprising or early or anything. So I put on my “GIDDYAP” attitude and saddled up to a very slushy, chilly, exhilarating ride into work. My feet got completely soaked and were slightly numb, as were my hands, but my face/ears/neck were bundled, and my waterproof pants and jacket did their job(s). Fortunately we have a big heat dish at work and I plugged it in immediately to dry out my cycling shoes + sox. Getting ready for winter riding! Max Baer posted something on SaltCycle to the effect of “Sometimes when I am putting on all of my gear to go out riding in the winter I feel like I’m preparing for battle,” which is a very accurate analogy, I think.
  2. I actually arrived at work on time despite the crazy winter ride. Passed the probably freezing cold Occupiers and sent a “Bless you.” their way, to myself. I will admit that I’ve been spending more and more time lately listening to NPR podcasts, Radio Lab, reading stories about our economy, OWS, corporations, elections, ballot initiatives, “personhood” laws and their bogusness, and “Move Your Money” aka National Leave Your Bank Day. I feel like there’s so much going on right now, politically and internationally, with the protests and activists, that I’m distracted and what’s worse can justify it because I believe in the causes for which others are so bravely sacrificing warmth, security and the comforts of home. I say, At the very least I can be an informed, intelligent, independent-thinking citizen who is aware of her rights in this country. I downloaded the first 50 or so pages of this Study Group on challenging corporate personhood and revoking corporate welfare. IT’S SO GOOD. And free! Free information that we should be providing our kids in school instead of the inaccurate depiction of how the Constitution was this awesome democratic document (did you know that the word “democracy” never once appears in our Constitution?) written by sovereign, working class folks. Not! It was written by rich, privileged white men who created it with basically the sole interest of protecting their PROPERTY from England/other challengers. They wanted the freedom to exploit the riches of the Americas by themselves. I am fired up about this. Fired. Up.

    From OWS

  3. I’m listening to the new Laura Veirs album! It’s called Tumble Bee and it’s for kiddos. Some of the songs are kind of WOAH SILLY and some have been really enjoyable, as “an adult” listening. You can stream the whole thing on NPR.org in the First Listen section. I do love this woman’s voice. It’s interesting to hear new projects of hers, and think about what musicians start to write once they have children and might be easing out of their rock-and-roll lifestyles. I can/can’t believe you saw Laura Veirs at the grocery store. Of course you did!
  4. Called Mary around 3pm to check in. I still find it incredible that her consciousness knew she should head to the farm on Monday, something was coming up for her and she didn’t question it. That’s some powerful intuition. Although the family saw it coming, and may have been preparing for it, that obviously never makes it easier or less crazy to hear that someone is “gone,” and like Mary has said, there’s never a “timeline” with this sort of thing. Sending lots of hugs and warmth and love that way.
  5. I had dinner with Mom & Dad tonight and was feeling in general really grateful for the presence of both of them in my life, and my ability to hang out with my parents, NBD, kind of amazes me each time. I’ve gone through a lot of different feelings about it; when I first moved here I still needed my own time and space apart from them and living with them at first made me totally crazy. I created all sorts of stories like “This is unhealthy, I’m __ years old, I can’t live with my parents, I need my own place,” yadda yadda yadda. Now that I’ve spent four years living so close to them, going over for dinner, taking weekend trips with them, helping them when they need it, taking care of their house, car, dog(s) and cat(s)… I’m really lucky. I love having them in my life so frequently. I know it will be something I miss, deeper than I can even predict now, as it’s not reality yet, but living in another state will be difficult for me, the same way Charlotte has experienced living in (ahem) Mozambique for so long and now, NYC, which feels like another planet. But maybe it’s time for me to switch out of my role as the parent-guide, parent-caretaker, parent-liaison, parent-charmer and parent-friend sibling. Thinking about this a lot.

    Mom playing the melodica last spring.

  6. I was telling my parents about the RadioLab podcast “Loops” (HAVE YOU HEARD IT) and the story about the woman and her older mother getting Transient Global Amnesia, the kind of amnesia that’s pretty inexplicable medically, occurs suddenly and only within a 24-hour period (short-term), then the sufferer regains all normal memory functions. It has been known to happen after strenuous activities in adults ages 55-75, like SEX for instance, and I told my mom this and she was like “Help me! Who is this strange man on top of me!!!!!” burst out laughing. Then I burst out laughing. Dad changed the subject.   it was AMAZING
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Seven-burrito week

5 cosas • Domingo/Lunes • 25/26 Septiembre  • 2011

  1. Mom and I were at Whole Foods (Sugar House) on Sunday night shopping for dinner ingredients. Going to WF (or any grocery store) with my mom is always entertaining, but on this particular evening, something amazing and totally Seventeen Magazine-worthy happened to me. So, Dr. Kathy (mom) and I are waltzing into WF on the hunt for melons. Having seen only watermelons (including these ridiculous “personal” watermelons, like regular watermelons but smaller, have you guys seen them? And they have stickers that say “PERSONAL SEEDLESS WATERMELON,” pretty amazing and First World privilege-y, “I simply don’t take seeds in my fruit.”), we were searching for the honeydew or cantaloupe variety. A nice-looking bearded gentleman named Kale (totally real name) probably sensed our frantic energy and approached us, asking if he could help us find something. My mom asked where the honeydew/cantaloupe were, and he said, “Oh yeah, we have those. They’re in the back. Let me go grab you one,” to which my mom called a bit desperately, “I want a really ripe one!!” Five minutes later, Kale returned with a giant honeydew, handing it to my mom with one caveat: “I’d honestly give it a day or so, but it’ll be really good.” My mom sniffed the butt of the melon and confirmed its ripeness with a “Oh yes. This one’s gooood,” then we thanked Kale and turned towards the pears. My mom, thinking he’d gone far away, says to me all under-her-breath, “He was more interested in your melons.” What Mom didn’t realize was that Kale was actually RIGHT BEHIND HER. He hadn’t gone ANYWHERE. And he totally heard her. Not like, he might have heard her? I don’t know? NO. He heard her. Because he was stocking pears nary 3 feet away. Mortifying (if I were 15).

    Kind of like this, FACTS ABOUT YOUR BOSOM

  2. Ma & I cooked up a fuggin’ delicious meal (sweet potatoes, steamed chard – not kale, sautéed zucchini and beets from Dad’s garden breaded all-natural chicken with GRAVY holy hell). Then we ate strawberries. Talked about our Thanksgiving trip Eastwards – very exciting! Planning to be in NY Tues 11/22 through Sun 11/27, then bus to Philly Sun-Tues for a quick visit with dear friend/soulmate Joanna (and other Philly staples). I want to fly out of Philly because I’m more familiar with that airport and it’s easier and cheaper to get there – $9 on the train or something. Dad & I ended up watching a documentary called peladaa film that two would-be soccer pros made together, travelling through 25 different countries and experiencing different pick-up soccer games. Pelada is a Brazilian word that literally means “naked,” or a game that has been stripped down to its essentials. It was interesting and slightly whiny (“I’m white and privileged and want to go prooooooo but now I’m 28 and WAY TOO OOOOOLD”) but I am just being judgmental there. Mostly really awesome stories like paying drug-dealing thugs 3,000 bolivianos to play pick-up soccer in a trapezoid-shaped court inside a Bolivian prison, buying fake Euro Cup soccer tickets, filming and interviewing construction workers who play pick-up soccer on their lunch break while building the World Cup stadium in Johannesburg, South Africa… etc…
  3. Oh hey, it’s Monday Morning (Fleetwood Mac. Great jam.) and we hear the lawn-care dudes arriving to go about their business at precisely 8:30 a.m. It’s not the most pleasant alarm clock; BZZZZZRRRRTTTT through every window of the house. I don’t like it, but it’s not really our choice (homeowner’s). I can’t help but think what a waste of labor and time and energy and fuel it is. Plus they use one of those BLOWERS which is so absurd for our kind of hippie-dippie house – we’re made of dirt, dirt dirt dirt everywhere, peace on earth, maaaaan, knamean? It scare s the chickens (but then, lots of things do). There’s no way our lawn needs to be trimmed and manicured every week. In the summer before Louise (homeowner) hired the dudes, Jake would only really mowe once every three-four weeks! Nothing like the smell of gasoline and the sound of an edger/blower that early in the morning. (Blarf)
  4. Work work work. It’s full-swing Fall 2011 semester for these way-too-hard-working-and-stressed-out-kids. Life’s too short, knamean? But whatevskis. I got a paycheck. I will not complain. Walked to jade market on my break for supplement to my lunch, which thus far only consisted of a bunch of mixed greens on the way to compost if someone didn’t eat ’em soon (rescued from my parents’ fridge). I was looking for dressing and I found Brianna’s HONEY MUSTARD dressing, which has a picture of an avocado sliced in half, saying “Great with ripe avocados!” I’ll admit, I fell right into that marketing trap. Bought a HUGE avocado too, and a bag of chips. On the way back to HGL, the funny perky owner of The Rose, Erika, sauntered by and, seeing my bundle of goodies, gasped, “No way! I was JUST ABOUT to buy avocado AND chips, too!” I was like, “Were you also going to get HONEY MUSTARD DRESSING?!” and she was like “NO” vehemently. 
  5. Ma gurl Mary started school today, very exciting also. Spen t my break listening to her describe her adorable French professeur while hanging out on the back steps watching vintage cars buzz into the gated/locked parking lot to the east of our building. A cute bullet-colored (read: dark silver) Datsun from the 60s cruised by with two miserable-looking fancy people in it.
  6. At about 9pm I biked to the library to meet up wi th Isabelle for friend Rachel’s 25th birthday drinks. I’ll admit, I roped Isabelle into coming with (aka driving my ass) to The Garage, which is about a 7 mile bike ride way up on weirdo-industrial-land Beck Street and I didn’t feel like biking alone. But I also hadn’t seen Isabelle in DAYS. Making good choices. We drove over to Rio Grande where Isa’s beau Andy and Andy’s friend Jared (who is visiting from LA) were finishing up platters of greasy Mexican food. We headed north to The Garage. What a CUTE BAR. Seriously. Isabelle & I were giggling about the layout, like who made these design decisions? i.e. “the galv anized zone,” “the hubcap zone.” Isabelle was starving and the kitchen had closed (11pm) by the time we wanted tater tots, so she ate Andy’s leftovers inside the bar, NBD.  A sweet stranger named Patrick gave me an unexpectedly tender hug after I helped him light his cigarette in the scary pit of gravel, framed in stone, on fire. Rachel is adorable and loved her card and tupperware full of cookies I brought (see my last post).  There was a rock and roll band(s) and the two frontmen did two AMAZING things:  a) shared the mike while singing and b) played guitar BACK TO BACK. And Jared had JUST said, “Man, I wanna see some mike-sharing and back-to-back guitar playing,” because it was that kind of music. AND THEY TOTALLY DID.

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