Too Long

Eight months since I've written anything here. That's what Facebook will do. It will eat all of your words and creative energy and turn the mix into a "status update". If I was a twatter - oh, sorry - tweeter, I would be rendered wordless by social networking. Thankfully, the end of my junior year in college left me a little time on my hands and I actually had the urge to write something...even broke out pen and paper. I ended up making a tiny bracelet for my daughter while my son chattered away at me instead of writing but the thought was there. And still is.

This year has sped by; birthdays, holidays, vacations, midterms, finals, milestones, deaths, impending deaths, all looming in the windshield and then flying into the past in what seems like seconds. Is it the sign of old age or just an overly busy lifestyle? This weekend seemed abnormally long, perhaps because I enjoyed the company of my two children so much. They barely know each other, but still have a mutual admiration that seems ingrained.

I keep telling this story I heard though I have yet to read the actual details: "A man boarded a plane in Oakland that was bound for St. Louis. Sometime after the flight took off, he took his cock out of his pants. The woman next to him made some comment and he punched her in the face." I laugh everytime I tell the story. I don't really know why I think it's so funny. I guess because it's so strange...why did he punch her in the face? Did he think she wasn't going to say anything? Was he expecting a more enthusiastic response from his fellow passenger? I really do need to look the story up...maybe it's even funnier than I can imagine.

We watched "Tsotsi" last night, and I recommend it even though it has many heartbreaking aspects to it. I think we all have a little bit of Tsotsi in us, just waiting for the right something to come along and bring light into our hearts.

Today's Top Headlines

on Yahoo...

Taylor Swift confides that ex-beau Joe Jonas is no longer the only man on her mind.
Britney's Circus Act Falters in Week 2

Okay, that's what comes up on my Yahoo! home page. I guess I should change it. Or shoot myself so that I don't have to continue watching my society in its downward spiral towards complete and utter shallowness.

Waning

I think about writing on this blog a lot, but then the day comes to an end and I've forgotten what I intended to blog and I get in my car for the long drive home and contemplate many, many things and think "I should put that in my blog" and then I get home and completely forget what it was that I was thinking about. Then the next morning on the drive to work I berate myself for not blogging and repeat the whole cycle all over again.

It's idiotic.

One thing I do remember from this morning is noticing that the Obama nominees all sound like Obama during their acceptance speeches. They get that distinctive clipped thing going on at the end of their sentences. Is Obama coaching their speeches or is his cadence catching?

Well, now I've broken the blog barrier and I can move on with this day. Perhaps I will come in tomorrow on fire for blogging. Perhaps I will type out the most fantastic blog entry ever known to man.

The Obama Site

Here's the President-Elect's new site. I've already applied for a job with his administration. Every president needs a crazy white girl in his office, right?
http://www.change.gov/

PS to Open Letter to Sarah Palin

I hope you took my letter seriously and put on those fish boots. Looks like it'll be another week or so before you get out of that smelly pile of shit. You should get a pair of fish-name-boots, too, since your name is also being drug through the shit. I tried to warn you, almost-a-fishmongers wife.

Welcome New Link: Notes From a Wavering Planet

I don't usually make an announcement when I tack a blog link onto my page, but I thought I should on this one since the author of this one saved my life, literally, when I was 16.


Welcome to "Notes From a Wavering Planet", the blog by David Plumb. My favorite book by him is "The Music's Stopped and Your Monkey's On Fire". I think that title would be appropriate for a movie about the fall of the Bush/Cheney administration, too.


Like most of us, I spent yesterday getting a little teared up about our president-elect. I got a text from Beth McBilly that said "hot president". And that pretty much sums it up. I don't think we've had a good-looking president in my lifetime, so I'm pretty stoked about that. I'm also pretty stoked that I won't have to look at the visages of a robotic old man and a psychotic Alaskan bible-thumping animal-killing environment-destroying lady. I'm sure they're lovely people, but the idea that they might have ended up running our country had me wound so tight that I cried extra-hard with relief on 11/04/08 at 8:36 pm when I saw the news.


I got to listen to Bill Moyers on NPR's "Fresh Air" last night and I fell in love with him. He was part of Johnson's cabinet when the Civil Rights Act was signed in and he said "jubilant" a lot. He was also not shy about pointing out the deep-seeded racism that still exists in the South, defeating and degrading its population, and feeding the Republican hate machine. Perhaps I'm naive, but I was dumbstruck that Louisiana went red. Yes, I am naive. Maybe when Brad Pitt becomes governor of Louisiana on the Republican ticket (because he's tricky like that, right?), things will change there. Bill Moyers also commented on President-elect Obama's focus during his campaign, the focus that allowed him to prevent the Republican slander tactics from taking him down. Had he been sucked into their rhetoric and spent all of his time defending himself, he would have lost. But he maintained his grace and eloquence and pulled off a fucking amazing feat. Rock on, Bill Moyers, born and bred in Marfa, Texas. You got a little eloquence going on there yourself.


Out here in CA, there are people fighting Yes on 8. And they will fight and fight and fight and fight and never tire until the wrong is righted.

American Pride

This country has suddenly become fucking awesome. For once in my life, I'm truly real, real, real pro-American.

I'm bummed that my fellow Californian's saw fit to alter our state constitution to ban gay marriage...actually more confused than bummed.

Now I don't have to spend SO much time wondering why I brought children into this crazy world. Shit, they're part of a revolution now.

All Gone?

I've thought about quitting the blog, but it's like a mean/sexy lover, so I can't quit it. Okay, not really like a lover at all, but you know what I mean right? Like a toothache you keep fucking with or that sore muscle that you keep pressing on even though pressing on it makes it sorer. Ach, anyway...

I considered making this blog all profanity all the fucking time. Renaming it to Fucking and Assholes, or Whores and Whoreshoes, or Fuckball and Monkeyass. I'm trying to curb the fucking profanity around Peaches and it's making me feel like I've got fucking Tourette's. Cockwhorefuckshitasslickerbuttfuckermotherfuckertitboobknob.

All right, that helped clear my mind a little.

I love (fucking hate) Chevron's new add campaign. I don't know if it's the same in your neck of the woods (by the way - the neck of the woods? Why the neck? Why not the belly button? Or the elbow? Or...the asshole?), but out here it's all about laying responsibility on the consumer. Oh, I'm sorry - I just checked their website and I've apparently misinterpreted the ad campaign. It's Chevron's way of "encouraging efficiency" and "promoting conservation". Did I mention this is from CHEVRON? THE OIL COMPANY? DESTROYERS OF ENVIRONMENT AND PROMOTERS OF OIL WEALTH AND DESTRUCTION OF SMALL SOUTH AMERICAN VILLAGES?

If you haven't seen them, there are billboards with average Joe's and Jane's saying/thinking/doing:
"I will carpool to work."
"I will take my golf clubs out of the trunk."
"I will replace three light bulbs with CFL's."
"I will unplug appliances when I'm not using them."

The onus is on us, friends, to consume less energy. Chevron is doing its part by forcing, I mean, encouraging, its employees to live more efficiently and by making its operations more efficient. I'm all for conservation and efficiency, but having CHEVRON shove that hypocritical hyperbole down my throat is REALLY PISSING ME OFF. FUCK YOU, CHEVRON.

"I will not buy Chevron gasoline anymore."

That's how I'm going to help conservation and efficiency. And when I have a lot of extra money from being so goddamned effcient, I'll switch to a biodiesel car and finally put my husband's used veggie oil to work. Again.

And to balance things out, I should mention how AWESOME my kids are. The older one is really growing up and the younger one, well, she can brush her teeth and eat and pull a shirt over her head. All that and be super sweet and make me cry.

PS - I'm not sure "hyperbole" was really applicable there, but it felt right. Like a whisper of a feather on your asscheek.