I Hate Writing

The First Knitting Project I Ever Finished

2010-08-06T22:58:00.001-05:00

Here it is, in all its flawed glory.

The Color Blue

2010-08-05T22:36:00.002-05:00

Or is it blue green? Not sure. Anyway, this is the color I put on my toes last night. Sorry, no pictures of that forthcoming.

Stormy Weather

2010-08-04T07:39:00.003-05:00

Makes you wonder why they've now canceled the severe storm warning.

Knitting Right Now

2010-08-04T00:18:00.003-05:00

Well, maybe now RIGHT now.

At some point (soon, I hope) this will become a scarflet. Not too fussed about how I'm going to get the buttons on it. A bridge to be crossed later.

Currently Reading

2010-08-03T22:58:00.003-05:00

Decided to check out Girl With the Dragon Tattoo after all the hype and it's actually not too bad. A bit slow in the beginning, but highly readable.

a-ha! You mean THOSE guys?

2010-05-15T08:24:00.016-05:00

I like discovering new music, or new-to-me music. And it seems every year I get obsessed with a different band (you will recall last year's Jamiroquai obsession).

Earlier this year, a co-worker turned me onto the band a-ha (the guys who had that stunning video for their 1985 single "Take On Me.")

So, in my typical fashion, I discovered their music and became obsessed with them (I don't think I'm capable of doing it any other way). I've begun the usual collection of old albums (so far, I have three out of their nine releases). However, my luck being what it is, a-ha have chosen to disband at the end of 2010. But not before treating fans to a farewell world tour. Wonder of wonders, they stopped in Chicago - specifically, the Riviera Theater - Thursday night. And what a show they put on (see pics below).

The show began with a video montage set to instrumental versions of several a-ha songs. Before long, the band bounded on stage. Lead vocalist Morten Harket, guitarist and principal songwriter, Paul Waaktaar-Savoy and keyboardist, Magne Furuholmen were joined by a drummer and another keyboardist. As the band launched into "The Bandstand" from their 2009 album Foot of the Mountain, the ecstatic screams of the crowd pumped up my adrenaline. I realized how long it had been since I'd seen a concert. Likewise, I realized how much I missed the sound of 80s-style synth music. Where has this band been all my life!

Next came the title track from Mountain, an upbeat, very 80s-sounding track. Before long came one of my favorites, "Minor Earth Major Sky." I think this was the song that sparked my a-ha obsession. I listened to it one March afternoon 20 times in a row and never got tired of it. The version the band performed was completely different (more straight ahead acoustic rock vs. the vaguely hip-hop like version that appears on the album of the same name). But it still sounded excellent.

"Analogue" from the 2005 album of the same name followed the first two songs. It's a moody synth-driven number, with a soaring chorus ("Aaaaalllll, I want you to know/I love you") that is all the more endearing for its earnestness.

At this point my friend, L (the one who'd turned me onto a-ha) arrived with his fiancee (they'd been running late). He promptly started geeking out. He's been a huge a-ha fan for over 20 years, and was over the moon that they were playing in his hometown before retiring for good.

The band then slowed things down for "Summer Moved On" a truly lovely ballad from their Minor Earth Major Sky album. Morten Harket holds one looooong note midway through the song, and when he did it on this night, the crowd roared its approval.

On the title track from their 1985 debut Hunting High and Low, the crowd sang along on the lovely chorus ("Hunting high and low/AAAAAAHH/There's no end to the lengths I'll go"). Suddenly, the atmosphere inside the old movie theater felt like an outdoor festival on a warm summer evening. The guys were hardly done, though. The backing musicians exited the stage while the trio of Morten, Magne and Paul came to the front of the stage for acoustic versions of the ballads "And You Tell Me" and "Early Morning."

Then the band members left the stage and the theater grew dark, except for the big screen above the stage which showed a montage of band photos from their early days (oh, that hair!). They returned to the stage to close with "The Sun Always Shines on TV" and - of course - "Take On Me." With images of the latter's iconic video (mixing animation and live action) and those familiar swaths of keyboard, it was like being transported back 25 years to days when MTV and music videos were new things in our popular culture. Past and present met, making a-ha's goodbye seem even more bittersweet.

Below is some video of the performance - specifically, "Stay on These Roads" and a little snippet of "The Bandstand."

Setlist*
The Bandstand
Foot of the Mountain
Analogue
Minor Earth Major Sky
Summer Moved On
Move to Memphis
Stay on These Roads
Cry Wolf
Scoundrel Days
Manhattan Skyline
And You Tell Me
Early Morning
Hunting High and Low
The Swing of Things

Encore:
The Sun Always Shines on TV
Take On Me

*Slightly incomplete, because you wouldn't believe how hard it is to shimmy and write down song names at the same time.

Last few CoS Reviews

2010-05-01T12:36:00.004-05:00

So, when I wasn't sick or otherwise occupied, I did actually get some reviews written. Here they are (I should have 2 more coming out, so stay tuned:

Rafter Roberts' Animal Feelings

Drive By Truckers' The Big To-Do

Mayer Hawthorne's A Strange Arrangement

YouTube Live: Gomez "How We Operate"

Dusting 'Em Off - James' Laid

Where Have I Been?

2010-05-01T08:11:00.009-05:00

This is always the line I say whenever I hear a piece of surprising news (e.g., "Sarah Palin got a show on FOX? Where have I been?").

But regarding where I've been since I've last posted,

1. I've been sick (with a sinus infection, or allergies, or something else. Question: If a doctor's visit is costing me $122, shouldn't he/she have a better-than-vague idea of what's wrong with me?)
2. I've been pre-occupied with work and other responsibilities, and as a result
3. I've been feeling largely beat down by life in general

So I have not felt much like posting. And, truthfully speaking, I still don't. I do not feel like doing much of anything. I decided to stop writing for Consequence of Sound. Though I loved doing it and genuinely appreciated the opportunity to contribute regularly, with my sometimes-crazy job hours, it was becoming difficult to do every week.

I am still doing ABE tutoring, in part, because that takes place on weekends, which are much more doable for me.

Otherwise, I am continuing to make good on my new year's resolution to read more and wear mor ribbons in my hair! But as for agitating to do something else with my life? Not so much. I am not having much confidence in my abilities at the moment. It is a sad, sad thing to come to the realization that the one talent God gave me (writing) isn't worth a damn in this world. Seriously. I'm not really sure how to come back from that realization.

But, to end on a positive note, Spring seems to have finally made its way to Chicago, as evidenced by the pictures below (I like to have pictorial evidence that the warmer seasons do actually exist in Chicago, especially during the other 9 months of the year when they don't).

Pretty tree outside my apt. building

Millenium Park at lunch time

Queen of the Quiet Storm Returns

2010-02-20T21:53:00.005-06:00

Absent from the music scene for a decade, R&B titan Sade is back with a stellar new album called Soldier of Love. Read my review here.

The Fundamentals

2010-02-20T20:48:00.008-06:00

Greetings from a cold (duh!) and damp Chicago. Today was one of those days that wasn't terribly cold, but just had a dampness you can feel in your bones.

Now that the obligatory weather talk out of the way, you are probably wondering what I've been up to since I last posted. Or not. This blog has about 3 regular readers, so I doubt it. In the time between my last shameless plug, er, post, I've been watching the Olympics, writing for Consequence of Sound and trying to get my shit together.

I'm inspired to post today because I've had cause lately to think about something - actually, a few things - I take for granted.

Even though my reading pace is slower than a Brown Line train during rush hour, I LOVE to read. Always have. One of my new year's resolutions for 2010 is to read more. And, if I may pat myself on the back a bit, I think I'm doing a fairly good job. In the last month, I finished Cormac McCarthy's The Road, read Neil Gaiman's fantasy novel Neverwhere and begun reading LJ Smith's Vampire Diaries series. Maybe if I'm feeling enterprising, I will finally finish Thomas Hardy's Return of the Native, which I began when I first moved to Chicago in 2007.

Bottom line: reading is in my blood. It's a fundamental part of my life. I cannot remember a time when I didn't read; nor can I recall when I didn't know how. It's something I take for granted, not only for myself, but for others. Because I and everyone around me knows how to read, I assume that everyone else in society does. It is this assumption - and all the related assumptions about education and class and access - that I've had to confront since signing up to become a literacy tutor in the field of adult education.

First a bit of background. In January, I decided to become a literacy tutor (even though I have zero experience in it). Part of my motivation has to do with wanting to go into teaching; but I also just wanted to volunteer using one of the few skills I have that's of use to anybody but me. I love to read and I wanted to help others get to do the same thing.

So, for the past two Saturdays, I've been in literacy training and it's made me think about the fact that there are people my age and older, from all walks of life who cannot read. It's also made me think about what my life would have been like if I'd reached my current age (34) not being able to read. Inconceivable. Reading isn't just something I like to do, it's an integral part of my existence. From proofreading (my job) to reading signs on public transportation and in grocery stores (necessities), I'm reading almost 24/7. I can't imagine functioning without being able to read.

But many people do. So, this experience will be eye-opening for me. I hope I can do it justice.

Massive Attack Album Review

2010-02-11T22:28:00.004-06:00

One of my all-time favorite bands, Massive Attack, has released it's latest album. It's called Heligoland, and it's a corker as the Brits might say. Here is my review.

Also released this week is Sade's Soldier of Love. It's been ten years since she released Lovers Rock to much acclaim. I've heard this new one and it's every bit as sublime as past Sade albums. Review to come soon.

New Music: Charlotte Gainsbourg's IRM

2010-01-29T18:37:00.011-06:00

Here's my review of Charlotte Gainsbourg's latest album, IRM. The daughter of the late (and legendary) French singer Serge Gainsbourg and British actress Jane Birkin, Gainsbourg is known primarily for her roles in films like The Science of Sleep and 21 Grams. But she's also a singer, who has released three albums.

On her latest, she collaborated with Beck, who co-wrote and produced all the songs. The album is populated by intimate balladry, ramshackle blues and indie rock.

Read the review and feel free to leave a comment.

Notes from a Tennis Obsessed Corner of the Midwest

2010-01-27T12:04:00.012-06:00

January for me means one thing and one thing only: tennis season officially begins with the first Major (Grand Slam) tournament of the season: the Australian Open. Living in Chicago, I watch the tournament coverage with longing, drooling over the 80-90-degree temps and rooting for my favorite players. Last night, I watched one of the women’s quarterfinal matches, this one featuring Venus Williams (USA) and Li Na (China). I’ve pretty much enjoyed Venus since she and her sister Serena came on the scene in the late 90s. But I’ve had a soft spot for Li since I saw her play Lindsay Davenport on Arthur Ashe Stadium at the US Open 8 years ago.

Anyway, as I sat there watching Li and Venus go through what was truly a crazy match (6 consecutive breaks of serve!), it occurred to me that, for the first time in a long time, I was watching two POC women compete in the latter stages of a Grand Slam tournament. When watching Li or Venus in a match, the opponent across the net is usually white. So, I paused my live feed to savor this moment. I’ve followed tennis very closely for the past 12 years and in that time, very few POCs (on the men’s or the women’s side) have emerged as contenders for titles. After being down and almost beaten, Li won the match and will now play Serena in the semi-finals. In the other semi-final, Li’s countrywoman, Zheng Jie will play recently unretired Justine Henin. My prediction: Serena and Henin will prevail to book their first ever Grand Slam final match (the two have 18 Majors between them, but to date have only competed at the quarterfinal and semi-final stages of a Grand Slam).

The fact that two Chinese women are now in the semi-finals of a Major is on my mind: 1) because the tennis media are wetting themselves talking about the milestone and 2) because the coverage is illuminating some interesting biases.

Take this Yahoo!Sports article about Li and Zheng’s achievement. The reporter goes out of his way to note that both players have benefited from leaving the Chinese tennis federation and hiring foreign coaches (both of whom are white). The implication, of course, is that things are so backward and awful in China that thank goodness these white coaches were there to rescue benighed players like Li and Zheng.

This kind of self-congratulatory tone (oooh, look two Chinese players made it into the semis, isn't our sport so magnanimous and open-minded) is rampant in almost all the press coverage of Li and Zheng. Not only is it nauseating, it fails to look at why it took till 2010 for two Chinese players to make it this far in a Major tournament.

But this is quite typical of discussions surrounding minorities breaking down racial barriers in any field. There's allusion to the fact that the barriers exist, but no discussion of how said barriers were erected in the first place (the coverage of the Williams sisters' emergence is probably the most notable example of this).

In any event, I will celebrate the fact that this year's Australian Open quarterfinal featured FOUR women of color as competitors. It's a small, but significant step in the right direction.

Another Album Review

2010-01-20T19:33:00.002-06:00

I just reviewed Kanye West's VH1 Storytellers concert album for Consequence of Sound. Enjoy!

Haiti Picture Post

2010-01-17T15:31:00.018-06:00

More photos from my 2007 trip to Haiti. I've been looking through my journal entries from the week in Haiti. It's bittersweet and melancholy to read them. Here is an excerpt.

19 February 07
Today was amazing. It was our first actual work day. We helped lay the foundation for a chapel/community center at a birthing clinic called Maison de Naissance. We heaved buckets of concrete and water alongside people from the neighborhood. The sun baked us, but it felt great being there and participating. In the afternoon, we walked around Les Cayes - some of my traveling companions were on the hunt for good Haitian rum. I took about 1,000 pictures (at least that's what it felt like). I loved taking in the town and its people...Tomorrow is more work at Maison de Naissance, and hopefully, the opportunity to visit some of the mothers have had babies there. I keep thinking about how I'm going to tell everyone at home about what I've seen and experienced here, and I have yet to find the right words. Maybe I'll be able to once I'm back home.

Haiti's Poverty is Not Accidental [UPDATE]

2010-01-16T07:46:00.009-06:00

[UPDATE]: EPIC rebuttal to all the context-free media coverage determined to cast Haitians as an undifferentiated mass.

Also, while I appreciate President Obama's swift response to the earthquake crisis, I take serious issue with tapping George W. Bush - the man who helped to remove Haiti's democratically-elected president in 2004 - to help with relief efforts. To quote you, Mr. President, this is a boneheaded move.

Let's start with the basics. Haiti has been repeatedly referred to as the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere. This is true, but I need people to understand that those circumstances are not accidental, or bad luck, or the result of a pact with the devil (sorry Pat Robertson). As Alternet columnist Carl Lindskoog writes, Haiti didn't become a poor nation on its own. It had help from many areas, in particular France and the United States.

It may startle news-hungry Americans to learn that these conditions the American media correctly attributes to magnifying the impact of this tremendous disaster were largely the product of American policies and an American-led development model.

From 1957-1971 Haitians lived under the dark shadow of "Papa Doc" Duvalier, a brutal dictator who enjoyed U.S. backing because he was seen by Americans as a reliable anti-Communist. After his death, Duvalier's son, Jean-Claude "Baby Doc" became President-for-life at the age of 19 and he ruled Haiti until he was finally overthrown in 1986. It was in the 1970s and 1980s that Baby Doc and the United States government and business community worked together to put Haiti and Haiti's capitol city on track to become what it was on January 12, 2010.

After the coronation of Baby Doc, American planners inside and outside the U.S. government initiated their plan to transform Haiti into the "Taiwan of the Caribbean." This small, poor country situated conveniently close to the United States was instructed to abandon its agricultural past and develop a robust, export-oriented manufacturing sector. This, Duvalier and his allies were told, was the way toward modernization and economic development.

That's the history. How was Haiti doing before the devastating 7.0 earthquake? Well, most of the country was still trying to pick up the pieces from the four hurricanes that blasted the island in 2008. And there was supposedly massive investment flowing into the country. So why was it still in such a precarious position economically and with regard to infrastructure? Author and Haiti activist Tracy Kidder explains it well in this NY Times op-ed:

Hence the current state of affairs: at least 10,000 private organizations perform supposedly humanitarian missions in Haiti, yet it remains one of the world’s poorest countries. Some of the money that private aid organizations rely on comes from the United States government, which has insisted that a great deal of the aid return to American pockets — a larger percentage than that of any other industrialized country.

But that is only part of the problem. In the arena of international aid, a great many efforts, past and present, appear to have been doomed from the start. There are the many projects that seem designed to serve not impoverished Haitians but the interests of the people administering the projects. Most important, a lot of organizations seem to be unable — and some appear to be unwilling — to create partnerships with each other or, and this is crucial, with the public sector of the society they’re supposed to serve.

I think the outpouring of donations from people all over the world is amazing and heartening. But I also think it's crucial to understand how Haiti came to be the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere. It didn't just happen. Things like that do not just happen. They are caused. If we really want to make sure countries like Haiti and communities in our own country are not left similarly vulnerable, we need to start working toward true economic and social justice for all.

Back to Writing

2010-01-14T09:21:00.002-06:00

I'm back writing for Consequence of Sound; but I've scaled back to a more manageable one article per week. Here's the latest one I've written, a review of Norah Jones' Chasing Pirates EP.

Weeping for Haiti

2010-01-13T16:49:00.016-06:00

I spent a good portion of today reading news reports about the devastating earthquake that hit Haiti yesterday. Unlike most of the disasters that flit by on our TV screens, this one hits home for me. Three years ago, I traveled to Haiti with a church group. It was one of the best experiences of my life. I suppose thinking in these terms is a bit myopic - e.g., this disaster has special meaning for me, because I've actually been to the place where it's happening. But there you have it.

One thing I realized on my trip to Haiti is that before I'd been there, I'd always imagined it as a place with very little joy. I assumed because of the crushing poverty there that the people would be perpetually unhappy. I couldn't have been more wrong. The people there are beautiful and kind. But most importantly they are people - with joys and sorrows and flaws. It was so important for me to realize that. They are people like me. That made it harder for me to think of them as someone else's responsibility.

A ton of thoughts have been running through my head all day. Like, I didn't know Haiti was on a major quake fault. And I'd forgotten how many aid organizations are working in Port-au-Prince. And how can Holy Trinity Episcopal cathedral and school be gone? Not being in Haiti as this happens, I know I can't fully wrap my mind around the full scope of this disaster. Like others, I will pray and send money, even though I know that's not nearly enough.

I've included some photos from my trip to Haiti in this post, even though looking at them today was bittersweet. I'm posting them because I want people to know that Haiti is not just a morass of poverty and despair. It's a place with people who love and laugh and hope and cry. Today, they are mostly crying and I share in their grief.

Me at the Movies

2010-01-06T07:05:00.007-06:00

I went to see "Avatar" on New Year's Day and, aside from the special effects (which were spectacular), I was mostly unimpressed with it. The story was trite and the movie was way too long. (For someone with my short attention span, making a commitment to see a 2-hour movie is a big deal. It's not wise to push me beyond that.) By the time the SECOND big battle rolled around, I was saying OUT LOUD "why is this movie still on?"

That said, "Avatar" does have some AMAZING visuals. Director James Cameron does an excellent job of creating the world of the moon Pandora. And he renders the natives of Pandora, the Na'vi, in realistic fashion. The enchanting world Cameron creates is almost enough to make up for blatant colonizer's redemption fantasy that makes up the "story."

Almost.

"Sherlock Holmes" wasn't much better, although it had the charm of Robert Downey, Jr. to carry it along. And for once, Jude Law didn't irritate me. As Holmes' love interest, Rachel McAdams was just there. She was the clearest indication (well, along with the constant bare-knuckled brawling) of the Baker Street hero's dumbing down for 21st century audiences. I read and loved several of the Sherlock Holmes stories. I don't need them dumbed down. I kind of like that Holmes mostly solved crimes with his mind and not his fists.

And I don't think I'm alone in that.

Resolutions

2010-01-05T06:52:00.002-06:00

Don't usually make 'em, but this year, I've got 3.

Read more.

Write more.

Wear more ribbons in hair.

Next Stop: The Purl Stitch

2010-01-04T22:12:00.005-06:00

Still in the rudimentary stages. And the orange piece looks jacked because of all the dropped stitches. Here are 2 pieces of knitting I've been working on.

Happy New Year!

2010-01-03T08:59:00.009-06:00

Still getting used to writing "2010."

As usual, the Holiday Season blew by me in a blur (and not because I was intoxicated for most of it. Due to my affliction (lol), I still can't drink).

I almost missed the Lincoln Park Zoo Lights exhibit, but my friend and I braved the cold to see them last night. And when I say cold, I mean 8 degrees, but feels like -9 cold. The serious stuff. We searched in vain for the hot chocolate/hot cider stand.

Here are some pics from the Zoo Lights adventure. They really are pretty, but DAMN! Every year I go to see them, it's RIDICULOUSLY cold.

The Weather Outside is Getting Frightful

2009-12-02T19:36:00.007-06:00

But inside, I put up my Xmas decorations. Have been incommunicado on the blog the last couple of months because I've been both sick and slightly depressed. The ailment I chronicled this past summer is still afflicting me. I've spent untold amounts of money on doctor's visits, tests and medications and I'm still piecing together what exactly is wrong with me.

Oh and I hate my job. Like seriously hate the fuck out of it. Every. Single. Day. To quote a character on one of my favorite TV shows, "it's becoming a cemetery for my soul."

But on the up side, I put up some Xmas decorations (pictured below).

Letting it Be

2009-10-12T18:26:00.004-05:00

Ever since I first began blogging in 2005, I've had an inferiority complex about my blog offerings (this is my third). Specifically, I've been insecure about the fact that my blog isn't about a particular subject (e.g., movies, gender issues). It's just whatever interests me at a given moment, or it's about shameless self promotion; or something I want to rant about.

And I was feeling guilty about that. For several reasons. For starters I'm a frequent reader of many well written and put together blogs - ones with lots more traffic than mine. Naturally, I think, if I'm going to be putting my voice and opinions out on the Internets, I should be doing so in a similarly coherent way.

Also, in the past, I've had certain readers of my previous blogs have subtly lamented its lack of cohesion. So this has made me self-conscious and led to feelings of guilt about not being a better blogger.

Yeah. So done with that shit. For one thing, feeling guilty and inadequate takes more time and energy than I currently have. Moreover, I considered the words of an author I interviewed who called her blog (one of the five oldest on the Internet) a "bricolage."

That's basically what I've got going and it ain't so bad. Even if it is, it's mine. My words. My voice. Take it or leave it, but I'm going to let it be.

They're baaaaaaaack.....Sort of

2009-10-12T14:13:00.006-05:00

By they, I mean Massive Attack, one of my favorite bands. As a prelude to their next album, the duo released an EP last Tuesday called Splitting the Atom. Here's an excerpt from my review of it for Consequence of Sound. You can read the whole thing here.

This brief collection contains all the hallmarks of classic Massive: ghostly vocals, behemoth bass, and crunchy sonic effects. On “Psyche,” the stunning collaboration with Topley-Bird, the marriage of the band’s atmospheric soundscape (loping percussion, dark synths) and the singer’s spooky vocals is breathtaking. It manages to exceed the inevitably high expectations accompanying the pairing of two trip-hop heavyweights. This is the song fans will obsess over – and one that’s bound to end up on more than a few film soundtracks

Of course, the band is working at its typically glacial pace, so who knows when the new album will be out. But Atom provides a nice teaser.

My Review of The Mountain Goats Latest Album

2009-10-09T08:51:00.002-05:00

Here's my latest review for Consequence of Sound: The Mountain Goats' Life of the World to Come.

I Am Not The One

2009-10-07T20:50:00.005-05:00

So yesterday I had a lovely birthday. My family sent me flowers at work, and I went out for drinks with some girlfriends of mine after work. Friends and laughter. That makes a great birthday for me.

On a less positive note, I've had a post simmering in my brain for a while. It has to do with workplaces. Not one in particular, just the modern workplace in general (Disclaimer: I've worked in offices most of my life, so that's the perspective this is being written from). In the 8 or so jobs I've had since graduating college, I've had I've noticed several similarities that mark the contemporary American workplace as a truly soul crushing play.

Subtle (and not sometimes not so subtle) Bullying. No matter how rigorous an employee's work ethic or commitment, the threat of termination always hangs in the air, implicit and used to keep everyone beat down.

Bribery. Based on the - I promise you false - idea that occasional treats like food and drink, can make up for yearly slashing of pay and benefits. Speaking of...

Shit Benefits That Get Shittier Every Year. All this does is reaffirm my belief that health care coverage should not be tied to employment. Because insurance companies and employers have proven they SUCK ASS at providing comprehensive, affordable coverage. In fact one of my major gripes with the so-called health care reform being proffered by the Obama administration is that it doesn't eliminate employer-provided health coverage in favor of coverage for all. Yeah, SINGLE PAYER. That's right. I said it. Deal.

Bargain Basement Salaries. I realized the other day that I'm a bargain for my employer. Because even after I've officially clocked out, I still have to stick around and finish work if there's a deadline to be met that day. But do I get paid for working after hours? Surely, you jest.

Goal Setting (Remember, they must be SMART). *headdesk* So on an afternoon when I could be, you know, doing work, I have to sit at my desk and input into a database my goals for the end of the year. To quote Amy Winehouse, "What kind of fuckery is this?" The kind that says employees have to think up and meet goals all with the end result being LESS pay. Fuckery, indeed.

Team Building. *headdesk II* Cuz we're all part of a team in case you haven't heard. That's why as an employee, I can be lanced like a fucking boil when my meager salary becomes too much for the company's bottom line. As the kids today like to say What. The. Fuck. Ever.

Back in the 90s, there was a raft of shootings committed by postal workers. I remember being appalled and wondering how they could do such things. What could drive otherwise mild mannered folk to such extremes.

I get it now.*

*And no, I wouldn't engage in such activity myself. I'm simply stating that I now understand a lot better the level of frustration and desperation that would lead an individual to take such action.

My Latest (and Greatest) for Consequence of Sound

2009-10-07T12:05:00.002-05:00

Here's my latest article for Consequence of Sound (kidding about the "greatest" part).

New post coming tonight, I promise!

Tired

2009-09-16T18:38:00.008-05:00

A few weeks ago I wrote the following in my journal.

I hate my ass. It's big and protruding. It's not curvy, it's just round and ugly and flabby. It was that way even when I'd slimmed down. I hated it then, too. I even hate it more than the pouch of my stomach or my saddlebag thighs.

I remember the first time I became self conscious about my ass. I was maybe 15 or 16 and a bunch of friends and I were at a pool party. My friend Mary and I were in our bathing suits and our friends teased us about how big our asses looked in them. It was all in fun, but I remember thinking "Fuck! A big ass. One more fucking thing to be self conscious about." Cuz being teased about having nappy hair for all of grade school and high school was not enough.

I've tried to make piece with my ass. But it's difficult, because I Still. Fucking. Hate. It.

Like everyone, I have days of body loathing. I also have days when I don't hate my body. But I hate my ass pretty much every day. Did I wake up one day and decide to hate my ass? No. But I got the message early on that my shape is unacceptable in the eyes of society. It's a message about 99.999% of women get and we all spend our lives coping (or not coping) with that reality.

Earlier this year, I decided to stop dieting. Up to that point, I'd been dieting for 7 years straight, which, of course is nothing compared to the lifetime of yo-yo dieting others have dealt with . So, 7 years wasn't a terribly long time to be dieting, but looking back, it was a fucking eternity, because it turns out that dieting fucks you up both mentally and physically. Every day (and I do mean EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.) was spent worrying about what I ate, how much I'd eaten, whether I'd exercised to make up for eating too much. And after 7 years of doing that, I'd started to gain some of that weight back. So, I said fuck it. I was tired - fucking TIRED - of feeling like shit about myself every fucking day. So, I decided to ask my body what it wanted - in terms of food and activity. NOT what I needed to do to make my body smaller, but what my body needs to be strongd and healthy. And no, thinness does not = health. And frankly, I'm tired (there's that word again) of people acting like they want everyone to get thin so they can get healthy. If you're gonna get your fat hate on, at least own it.

Tired. I am tired of being told by everyone under the sun - my peers, society, advertising, product manufacturers - that I am not good enough the way I am. Fuck you. FUCK. YOU.

I Reviewed the Beatles!

2009-09-15T22:47:00.004-05:00

I know. Where do I get off reviewing legends, right? LOL.

Read my review of With The Beatles here.

I also reviewed Pete Yorn and Scarlett Johansson's Break Up album. And you know, it's not half bad.

Eight Years Ago

2009-09-11T22:05:00.003-05:00

It's hard to put into words my thoughts on this 8th anniversary of the Sept. 11, 2001 terrorist attacks. Below is an excerpt from a journal entry from Sept. 24, 2001. (Disclaimer: It's raw, somewhat incoherent rant, so bear with its imperfections).

Is it possible to do justice to everyone's grief? Those who lost loved ones. The rescuers. The people who survived? I feel my own pain, but I always believe it is less important than the grief of those who suffered far more than I did. I feel inadequate. Helpless.

I cried for those who were lost like they were my own.

And they were.

As human beings, we spend our entire lives trying to separate ourselves from each other. It takes something like Sept. 11 to remind us that, whether we like it or not, we are brothers and sisters.

I hear lots of talk about encouraging world leaders to work together.

NO SHIT, YA MORONS! We have no choice. We have only one planet! We destroy it and each other and we're fucked. Fucked.

Back to the grief...and the guilt. Others are grieving. I am too, but it's infinitely easier for me to carry on. I've thought of little else since but it doesn't consume me as much. My heart weeps for those who don't have it so easy, and I feel guilty. True, it's a selfish emotion, but also an inexorable one.

So much has happened to the country - and to me - since then. In many ways, 2001 feels a lifetime ago. I moved out of New York two years ago. I'm in another big city. In some ways we've learned a lot and in other ways, we've either learned the wrong lesson or nothing at all.

Yet, even now, with so much time passed, if I close my eyes, I can easily be transported back to that day. I remember what I was wearing. What I ate for breakfast. The weather. That day - and the lives lost on it - will never leave me.

Another Review & Some Catching Up To Do

2009-09-08T21:31:00.002-05:00

Here's a review of múm's album Sing Along to Songs You Don't Know.

I have been delinquent in my blogging of late for two reasons:

1. I moved last week and am still in the process of unpacking.

2. The US Open is on and, frankly, when Grand Slam tennis is on, I cease to do much else.

In any event, I promise to be better at the blogging in the future. In the meantime, off to watch tennis!

Album Review: Ingrid Michaelson's Everybody

2009-09-03T07:13:00.002-05:00

Happy Thursday. Here is my latest album review from Consequence of Sound.

Black Women and Eating Disorders

2009-09-02T17:12:00.006-05:00

Author's Note: This post is for Arynne :-)

Hallelujah! Someone has finally written a book about black women and eating disorders. Playwright Stephanie Covington Armstrong has written a memoir of her struggle with bulimia called Not all Black Girls Know How to Eat. I learned about this book via a post on The F Word blog.

Like millions of American women, I have struggled with disordered eating and body image issues. But being a black woman has meant that my struggles with said issues are (not surprisingly) often dismissed or ignored. Needless to say, I've been waiting for a book like this (and have actually thought about writing one myself). I may run out and buy it this weekend. And I'll definitely post a review once I've read it.

Shutting Down My Life

2009-08-29T09:45:00.003-05:00

That's what packing up to move feels like. The actual move takes a few hours (at least that's my hope), but replanting your life after uprooting it takes weeks, even months. Moving day is tomorrow and every time I think about it, my stomach churns violently.

Anyway, as a result, I'm probably going to be offline for the next week or so. At least then I'll have an excuse for not blogging.

My latest article on Consequence of Sound is really just an excuse to gush about one of my all-time favorite albums, The Roots' Things Fall Apart.

The Hatred of Moving

2009-08-23T22:13:00.003-05:00

It is strong. It is constant. I'd been stalling on starting to pack, because I wanted to delay for as long as I could the act of turning my house into a war zone. But that's kind of what has to happen when moving. So I bit the bullet and got packing in earnest yesterday and today. It's flippin' exhausting, but whatever. It must be done, and there's no packing fairy who's going to come do it for me. I think after every move, I've blocked how difficult it is to uproot my existence from one place and move it to another. Well, I'm remembering now.

Writing Project and More

2009-08-19T17:17:00.002-05:00

My latest articles for Consequence of Sound are up. You can read my review of the Garden State soundtrack here as well as my snarky take on Michael Jackson's "Liberian Girl" video.

I have been remiss in blogging over the last week because I've begun preparing for my move at the end of the month. For a while, I had been in denial that it was actually happening. No, that's not exactly true. I wasn't in denial that the move was happening; it was more a refusal to accept that I alone would be doing the packing. But in the last week, I've had to buckle down (which has meant packing a total of maybe 6 boxes - but it's better than nothing).

In other news, my dear friend and fellow blogger, GardeningJo have decided to try a co-writing project. I'd love to describe what that entails, but si nce we ourselves don't yet know, that would be a bit difficult.

Happy Wednesday, y'all!

On Susan Boyle's Makeover

2009-08-12T12:28:00.005-05:00

Cuz God forbid the woman walk around the world looking like she always has. UGH, right? After being deemed to ugly to sing well and debunking that bullshit assumption, she was deemed to ugly to be in the entertainment business. So, for the feature on her in Harper's, she's been made over to be made palatable to the rest of the world. Just in case we needed further reminders that being yourself isn't enough, that you must outsource your beauty and self-worth in order to be deemed acceptable. And we need such reminders, don't we? After all, it's not like we're not inundated with them every. fucking. day. I mean, if we're not reminded that we were all born ugly and need a stylist and a trainer and a nutritionist to make us look good, we might actually cultivate self-esteem for more than 5 fucking minutes.

[/sarcastic rant over]

Last Word on The Raveonettes

2009-08-11T23:39:00.002-05:00

My review of their Saturday night show at the Empty Bottle.

The Raveonettes at the Empty Bottle

2009-08-10T13:24:00.002-05:00

As I mentioned in my Lollapalooza post below, I had the chance to see Denmark's Phil Spector-meets-Velvet-Underground group, The Raveonettes both at Lollapalooza and at the Empty Bottle, a local Chicago club. I preferred the gig at Empty Bottle because it was more intimate. Here they are doing "Attack of the Ghost Riders" from 2002's Whip It On EP.

Lollapalooza 2009: A Big Ass Mess of Fucking People

2009-08-10T08:50:00.013-05:00

That's a direct quote from a festivalgoer, and trust me when I say it was no exaggeration. The first three pictures tell the whole story: a sweaty, dusty sea of humanity and scorching heat. In the midst of a summer that hasn't felt like summer, Mother Nature decided to save the two hottest days of the year for the Saturday and Sunday of this year's Lollapalooza festival. It's probably a good thing that I didn't know there was a heat advisory in effect for most of the day. That certainly wouldn't have helped my heat coma or my dehydration headache. It was one of those sticky hot days where everything that blows on you stays on you - all day long. About 4 hours into the festivities, I started dreaming about when I'd be able to take a shower.

That said, my friends and I still had fun. The best part of the day for me was seeing Danish rockers The Raveonettes at the PlayStation stage. They rocked as hard as they had the night before at the Empty Bottle. I managed to get a couple of photos (#3 and #4 below).

Inexplicably, it began to get windy and cool in the interval between Snoop Dogg's set and The Killers' show-closing performance (The crowd for Snoop Dogg and The Killers was INSANE. I don't remember it being as crowded last year for Kanye West's performance - and he's a native Chicagoan.) The sun was replaced by dark clouds and I felt a couple of rain drops. Though I would have welcomed some rain, my cloth bag and blanket would not. In any event, the rain never materialized and I ended up leaving half an hour into The Killers' performance. Not that it wasn't good, but by that point, my heat headache was overpowering.

Anyhoo, if you want more in depth info on this year's Lolla, check out Consequence of Sound, which had great Lolla coverage all weekend along.

The Pre-Move Purge Has Begun

2009-08-08T12:39:00.003-05:00

This morning, I started going through some of my stuff in preparation for my move at the end of the month. I hate moving. I hate going through the stuff I put away so I wouldn't have to deal with it. It takes hours and always exhausts me. I only got through two shelves in one closet and started packing some books. That exercise yielded THREE bags of garbage. After taking those bags down, I was too tired to go on-lol. This is gonna be a pain in the ass.

I hate moving.

Album Review

2009-08-07T08:44:00.001-05:00

Hey all. Here's my latest article - an album review - for Consequence of Sound. Enjoy!

Good Hair?

2009-08-05T19:28:00.003-05:00

Below is the trailer for Chris Rock's documentary Good Hair. The film purports to take a comedic look at black women's hair - the perms, the weaves, the angst. I'm simultaneously intrigued by and wary of this film. On the one hand, it'll be interesting to see an issue that affects millions of black women addressed in a film. On the other hand, I'm getting a whiff of more stereotypes being perpetuated in this trailer. "Oooh, let's point and laugh at the women who are obsessed with their hair. Hardy har har." Yes, let's laugh without unpacking the why.

That said, I'm reserving final judgment till I see the movie. Watch the trailer and judge for yourself.

The Latest So-Called National Conversation on Race

2009-08-02T15:45:00.003-05:00

Frank Rich says it best in his latest NYT column:

THE comforting thing about each “national conversation on race” is that the “teachable moment” passes before any serious conversation can get going.

The one thing Frank doesn't say in this column and the one thing I keep thinking every time we have one of these "national conversations on race" is that until everyone is ready to have an honest conversation about race, everyone can shut up about it. Until everyone can start the conversation from the premise that structural inequality, institutional racism and skin privilege exist and govern much of what happens in this society, everyone can shut the fuck up about it. Seriously SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP.

Because trying to prove to a disbelieving person that these things exist and exert influence over everyone's lives every. single. day. is like trying to reason with the birthers. It is an exercise in futility and a good way to drive oneself insane.

Blog Roundup

2009-07-31T21:51:00.005-05:00

Ever have one of those days where you're just like "What the fuck? Seriously. WHAT. THE. FUCK." I don't want to say today was bad. Work went well. The weather was nice. I may have found an apartment. But other things that I needed to go right, did not. And I'm struggling not to let it piss all over my weekend.

Anyway, this post is for me to share some of the blogs that have been consuming a lot of my free time lately. I've been feeling radicalized on three related subjects: feminism, fat/body acceptance, and racism. In my net travels, I've stumbled onto a few blogs that I felt were giving voice to feelings I've had and some I didn't know I had.

While doing research for a school project, I found the feminist blog Bitch PhD, which led me to Shapely Prose, a fat/body acceptance blog that opened and then blew my mind. Reading that blog was the first time I came to see fat acceptance as a social justice movement. Reading SP also led me to Fat Nutritionist, Angry Black Bitch, an awesome blog about many things, but mostly about some of the affects of racism. ABB led me to Racialicious, which bills itself as "the intersection of race and pop culture," and features an awesome podcast called Addicted to Race. I actually don't remember how I found out about Jezebel. I must have seen it linked elsewhere. It's an excellent blog that takes on sexism in the media in the snarky voice of its parent, Gawker.

So, this is where I'm spending a good portion of my online time. Read. Agree. Disagree. Or Ignore. It's your call.

On Viewing Myself Through Others’ Eyes - Or Am I Really That Intimidating?

2009-07-29T22:18:00.005-05:00

I rarely post pictures of myself here, but this one is germane to the post I’m writing today. Because this post relates not just to how I look, but I how I look to other people.

True story. Back when I was living in New York City, I went with my best friend and then-roommate, E to a birthday party for one of our good friends, C. At the time, we lived in the East 90s and C lived in the West 100s (this makes sense if you’ve ever lived or worked in NYC for even a short period of time). In any event, we made our way across the east-west chasm to C’s apartment building. I remember two things about that night. 1) I was wearing incredibly uncomfortable heeled sandals; and 2) the reaction of the person who opened the door when we got to the apartment.

As E fumbled in her purse, I rang the bell. A young Asian woman, who I later learned was C’s roommate opened the door and greeted me with a look of fear. It lasted mere seconds, but I remember it as clearly as if it had happened yesterday. Her look seemed to ask: “Who invited the scary black girl?”

My initial impulse was to laugh. Me? Intimidating? My mother and sister would bust a gut laughing at the very thought. They’ve spent most of my life telling me that I need to be more assertive. So, the idea that someone would look at me and find me remotely intimidating is, as I noted earlier, pretty laughable.

But the fact that I am the least intimidating person you could ever meet is beside the point. Perfect strangers see me and my skin color, my hair and goodness knows what else screams “SCARY!” to them. It would be laughable if it weren’t so disturbing and sad.

The experience of seeing the look on that woman's face drove home to me - once again - that the meme of African-Americans as scary and inherently threatening is one we've all internalized to one degree or another.

Music Got My Head Spinnin' All Around

2009-07-26T21:25:00.003-05:00

Every now and then, I go a little nuts and listen to a bunch of music, when I should be doing something more productive, like finishing my book or writing my review that's due in two days. Tonight is one of those nights. So, here's what I've been listening to.

The Roots
Medeski, Martin & Wood
Jamiroquai (of course-lol)
Roots Manuva
Radiohead
Lo Fidelity All Stars
Modjo

The Datsuns

2009-07-25T12:01:00.002-05:00

So, last Wednesday, I went to see The Datsuns, a New Zealand rock band, at The Empty Bottle (a local venue in Chicago). I was covering the show for Consequence of Sound. It was kind of a fish out of water experience for me. I only recently discovered the band (as in, a week before the show-lol). Anyway, here's the review I wrote for the website. Enjoy!

Why Didn't I Read This a Week Ago

2009-07-25T07:48:00.003-05:00

I could have saved myself and my blood pressure a lot of agita by following the simple Judge Sotomayor Confirmation Hearing Preparedness steps. Ah well, live and learn as they say.

Feature on Consequence of Sound

2009-07-24T14:18:00.003-05:00

Here is my latest article for Consequence of Sound. This one is a profile of a local live venue, Schubas, which is in the Lakeview neighborhood in Chicago.

I'm really getting into this writing-regularly-for-pleasure-and-not-for-a-grade thing.

Happy Friday!

I've Got Your Flat Stomach Rule Right Here!

2009-07-22T19:00:00.004-05:00

I need to rant for just a minute (ok, maybe a little more than a minute). I cannot be the only person who is sick and tired of seeing those flat stomach ads on every damned website I visit. If I never have to lay eyes on the words "1 rule to a flat stomach: obey!" it will be too fucking soon.

First off, I hate the use of the word "obey." It has not escaped my notice that this word is always placed above a once-fat-but-newly-svelte woman. Obey. Because clearly that's the problem plaguing women, all of whom apparently need to lose weight - at least that's the assumption. And there's the ever-present assumption that fatties are too morally and emotionally weak to lose weight, so they must constantly be scolded like disobedient children. Until they get their (fat) asses in line and OBEY, fatties aren't entitled to respect and dignity.

This is the implication behind ALL diet literature - even when the diet isn't called a diet. If they make you feel bad enough about yourself, you'll be bullied into losing weight, damn the consequences to your metabolism and your psyche.

Having dieted, I know this is how all diet programs work. But something about these flat stomach ads sends me over the edge more than the average Jenny Craig or Weight Watchers shilling. Maybe it's the body objectification that SCREAMS "your self-worth is tied to the flatness of your stomach." We're not whole people anymore, we're slabs of flesh. Fan-fucking-tastic!

Maybe it's the fact that, once again, women are singled out as most in need of weight intervention, because heaven knows, we voracious females need to have our appetites reined in.

Or maybe it's the fact that just as some of us began challenging the notion that weight loss should be a lifelong obsession, the diet industry roars back with ads basically saying "screw you and your attempts to maintain self-esteem, regardless of your weight!"

It's true. At $55 billion a year, the diet industry isn't going anywhere. But then again, neither is the fat/body acceptance movement. So, here's my one rule I need the diet industry to obey - go fuck yourselves!

What's it called when race-based preferences benefit white men?

2009-07-20T20:22:00.003-05:00

Oh right! When race-based preferences benefit white men, they're called the status quo. In today's NY Times columnist Ross Douthat scolds the proponents of affirmative action for perpetuating race-based preferences. He hopes affirmative action can be eliminated by 2028, because obviously, the entrenched and institutionalized racism and sexism that has been part of this country's history since its founding will all be over.

And he's serious, too, writing lines like this with a straight face.

As this generation rises, race-based discrimination needs to go. The explicit scale-tipping in college admissions should give way to class-based affirmative action; the de facto racial preferences required of employers by anti-discrimination law should disappear.

The best thing about this op-ed are the rockin' comments that follow it, because some of my everyday fellow Americans do an admirable job of ripping this dipwad a new asshole.

What I Want to Write

2009-07-19T09:11:00.002-05:00

When I woke up this morning, I decided that writing a novel is not my ultimate goal as a writer. Instead, I want to write a long - maybe 20,000-word - essay or magazine article. One that I have to research for 9 or 10 months, interview hundreds of people, read tons of books, newspaper articles, research papers, etc. Maybe I'll get to the novel eventually.

Latest Article and Catching Up for the Week

2009-07-17T17:35:00.004-05:00

Here is my latest article for Consequence of Sound.

On the catch up front, I had a minor flip out today at Screenz, the local Internet cafe/fax & copy center. I had to fax something and was already feeling annoyed that I had to go somewhere and pay to do it. So I wasn't in the best mood when I got to the store. When I gave the clerk my debit card to pay for the 3 pages I was faxing, he told me that there was a $5 minimum for faxing. That's when I kind of lost it. I didn't yell at him, I just muttered that it was irritating that I was now going to have to leave the store, find an ATM, get money and come back. I stormed out of the store and cursed all the way to Walgreens. I was convinced that this $5-minimum rule was being invoked just to annoy the shit out of me. Which is ridiculous of course. But, as I said, I wasn't in the most rational mood. Also, I hate it when customer service people parrot dumb rules that inconvenience me, then stand there like blocks of wood while you try to reason with them.

In happier news, I saw the new Harry Potter movie today and I loved it. I realized it's been years since I finished reading the series, and I miss the characters and the story. Maybe it's time to revisit them - you know, when I'm done reading the 15 books on my "to-read" list.

A New Name?

2009-07-17T07:13:00.002-05:00

One of my readers says the title of my blog is too negative. She suggests a new name. Do others agree? I called the blog "I Hate Writing" because when I'm in the act of writing, I do hate it-lol. Fellow writers, y'all know how I feel.

But maybe the name isn't projecting a positive enough image. And contrary to my various rants here, I'm generally positive.

So, readership (all four of you :-) feel free to post suggestions for a new name in the comments.

And Happy Friday!

My Least Favorite Words in the English Language

2009-07-14T23:26:00.003-05:00

"Our computer system is down," which is usually code for "we can't do what you need us to do because we're paralyzed with out the holy, all powerful computer" and "you can't be mad at us, because it's the computer's fault."

These words just make me want to slap people into the ground. FUCK YOU and your computer system. Honestly, what the fuck did we do before computers? Did we get work done? For fuck's sake. UGH.

I have heard that phrase entirely too much in the last few days.

Roger's Tears

2009-07-13T09:54:00.004-05:00

Federer cries during the 2009 Australian Open trophy ceremony.

Per Wikipedia

The term crying (pronounced [ˈkraɪɪŋ] from Middle English crien or Old French crier [1]) commonly refers to the act of shedding tears as a response to an emotional state in humans. The act of crying has been defined as "a complex secretomotor phenomenon characterized by the shedding of tears from the lacrimal apparatus, without any irritation of the ocular structures"

I got thinking about this when the tennis media reminded us that back in January, Roger Federer was in floods of tears after losing the Australian Open final to Rafael Nadal. Boy, did he get a lot of grief from the there's-no-crying-in-sports brigade. He was also accused of stealing the spotlight from Nadal, which was, nonsense of course. But I digress.

I've always loved Roger's tears, because a) he cries whether he wins or loses, and b) his show of emotion tells us how much it means to him to compete at the highest level of a sport he loves. Plus, Roger's Melbourne Meltdown led to one of my all-time favorite tennis photos.

In some ways, crying is a strange physiological phenomenon. It is the body responding to workings of the mind and heart, territory even the most advanced scientifc research still struggles to explain.

I have no other big statement to make about tears (lol), this post is just an observation about how they're sometimes perceived by others. I'll end with the poem below about tears.

Tears, idle tears,
Stop!
Tears, soulful tears,
Start!
Tears, helpless tears,
Continue!
Tears, determined tears,
Reach!

Before I accepted
The life of aspiration,
My tears were the tears
Of real sorrow.
Now that I have accepted
The life of aspiration,
My tears are not tears of sorrow
But tears of real joy.

I like the tears
That flow from the depth
Of my helpless despair.
I love the tears
That flow from the depth
Of my dawning aspiration.
I adore the tears
That flow from the depth
Of my Liberation-sea.

By: Sri Chinmoy

Current Musical Obsession: Gotye

2009-07-11T22:47:00.002-05:00

Pronounced "gore-te-yay," Gotye is Melbourne, Australia-based musician Wally De Backer. His second album Like Drawing Blood has taken over my life in the last few days. Below is the video for the awesome song "Learnalilgivinanlovin," which comes on like a lost Motown outtake - and sounds nothing like the rest of the album. Released in 2006, Like Drawing Blood (so named for its arduous, two-year recording sessions) is a pastiche of pop music, with alternative, electro, indie, ska and reggae all making appearances. The schizo inclusion of diverse genres actually works. I'm just in love with this guy's music.

On My Mind

2009-07-10T17:15:00.004-05:00

It's been a strange week. I came off a truly great weekend with my best friend, who came to visit for 4th of July. It's amazing how, even though we no longer live together, we can just pick up where we left off when we did. Hanging out with her was wonderful, especially since she got to meet some of My Chicagoans (I'm very territorial about them :-) So, overall, I was feeling good when she left on Monday morning, even though I'd already begun to miss her.

Then, Monday during work, I started to feel awful. I've been suffering from dysphagia on and off for the last year and a half, and this week, it really became uncomfortable to the point where I couldn't eat properly. The gastroenterologist I saw last month had scheduled me for an endoscopy (scope of the esophagus) at the end of this month, but I felt so terrible earlier this week, I called and got my appointment moved up to today. I'd had an endoscopy done before (in 1999) for the same reason (difficulty swallowing brought on by acid reflux). The procedure isn't fun. You have to be sedated (obviously, if they're putting a forearm-length scope down your gullet), so you have to have someone drive you home. Luckily, my friend Brook kindly agreed to do this for me.

So, we set off at the ridiculous hour of 7:30 this morning for Oak Park Hospital. The procedure itself isn't the hard part. The hard part - as I was reminded today - is finding a vein in which to stick the IV needle for the anesthesia. I never thought my veins were that small, but apparently, they're not only small, they were playing hide-n-seek with the nurse who was trying to find them. I hate needles, but I haven't cried at the sight of them since I was a teenager. Today, I came close, because after being stuck with one needle for 15 minutes, having it hurt and then being told the IV wasn't dripping into the vein, I was really about to go nuts.

Anyway, someone from the anesthesia - a nice man with a comforting Southern accent - came down, numbed my hand and found a vein. I vaguely remember feeling the scope go down my throat, then being wheeled out to recovery where I took what felt like an extended nap. Brook really was a doll today, driving me home and picking up food - jello, Gatorade - that I could try to ingest. I took another loooong nap when I got home, only waking up when my body decided it couldn't stand the starvation (per doctor's instructions, I hadn't eaten since Thursday night) any longer.

So that was the craziest part of my week. I did manage to crank out a review for Consequence of Sound.

Other things on my mind this week - Roger Federer, crying and self-hatred. I will get into each in subsequent posts.

Numbers

2009-07-06T12:48:00.005-05:00

15 - Major titles accumulated by Roger Federer between his first Wimbledon title in 2003 and his sixth acquired yesterday afternoon at the expense of the always game Andy Roddick. No other male player has more Majors to his credit.

1 - Ranking Federer took over (again) after winning Wimbledon.

Congratulations, Roger!

A Real Article...By Me...Published [UPDATED]

2009-07-02T13:14:00.003-05:00

Update - 2:08pm I had my other article published and - for the time being - it's on the front page of the Consequence of Sound site. It's the article titled "Guilty Pleasure: Jamiroquai A Funk Odyssey." You can read the full article here.

So, I started as a writer for the music Web site Consequence of Sound last week. Here's a link to my first article. Since it's a music site, I get to obsess about my favorite bands, and not have people think I'm weird. In this case the object of obsession is Massive Attack, specifically, their 1996 performance of "Safe From Harm" in Phoenix. Enjoy!

I Twittered or Tweeted or Whatever You Call It

2009-07-01T11:22:00.003-05:00

While watching Andy Murray's match on Monday at Wimbledon, I tweeted my reactions. Here they are. The most recent posts - i.e., those at the end of the match - are first.

murray really did show heart in this match. i heart him.
2:41 PM Jun 29th from web
and kudos to Wimbledon. the roof was clearly worth the $400 million
2:39 PM Jun 29th from web
good on Murray to win that tough, tough match.
2:39 PM Jun 29th from web
Holy crap! This match is insanity.
2:35 PM Jun 29th from web
deuce!
2:30 PM Jun 29th from web
the roar of the centre court crowd is literally deafening.
2:28 PM Jun 29th from web
i have to to stop investing so much emotion in tennis matches
2:26 PM Jun 29th from web
sigh - brits, you didn't think this would be easy, did you?
2:24 PM Jun 29th from web
on my screen i am having a hard time distinguishing murray and wawrinka
2:15 PM Jun 29th from web
fuck. I'd forgotten how well murray returns
2:13 PM Jun 29th from web
hot damn! murray just killed a backhand!
2:09 PM Jun 29th from web
night tennis at #wimbledon. whoda thunk it?
2:07 PM Jun 29th from web
shit! murray just broke
2:06 PM Jun 29th from web
I actually love that wimbledon has a roof now. Would be nice if the US Open got one too. The French will never do it, because they're French2:04 PM Jun 29th from web
It's like Wawrinka got a second wind at the end of the 4th set. How'd he do that?
2:01 PM Jun 29th from web
besides, what would grand slam tennis be without 5-set matches?
1:59 PM Jun 29th from web
i heart john mcenroe. that is all.
1:57 PM Jun 29th from web
Fifth set for Messrs. Murray and Wawrinka. It had to be this way for the first full match played under the $400 million rooft at Wimby.
1:54 PM Jun 29th from web
I feel a fifth set coming on
1:53 PM Jun 29th from web
hmmm...first full match under the roof at Wimbledon and boy is it a barn burner

Making a Joyful Noise

2009-06-30T10:03:00.003-05:00

The above pic is from the Gay Pride Parade I went to with my church's peace and justice group (the t-shirt reads: "We are here to recruit you.") I had never been to a pride parade before, and I was struck by two things:

1. How much it felt like being in church: joyful singing (check) hands raised in thanksgiving (check).

2. The response we got from parade revelers as we handed out postcards about the church. People seemed surprised, and then excited to see us out there. Christians do not always have the best reptuation for inclusiveness, especially when it comes to sexual orientation. So, I was pleased when a young man stopped me and said, "Thank you for doing this!" That was the highlight of my day.

The other highlight: Flashing peace signs at the anti-gay protestors who yelled to us that we should be ashamed of ourselves. For only the second or third time in my life, I felt like I was really, truly doing God's work.

Pics from Pride

2009-06-28T22:11:00.010-05:00

Went to the Chicago Gay Pride Parade today with a group from church. Lots of fun, but I'm exhausted. I may even have had heat stroke.

More pics here.

A Live Performance

2009-06-27T17:26:00.002-05:00

In recent years, I've become a huge fan of live musical performances. A transporting live performance with incredible energy is like medicine: you actually feel physically better for having experienced it.

So, I thought linking to a live performance by Michael Jackson (from the 1987 Bad Tour) was a good way to honor the legend's passing. I can't really add to what's already been said about MJ and his impact on the worlds of music and popular culture. His music was an integral part of my childhood, as it was for millions over the past 40 years. It's tragic that his life ended as it did, and I pray he's at peace now, and my heart also goes out to his family.

Here he is doing "Beat It" from the Thriller album.

I Think I'm in Love

2009-06-25T22:17:00.008-05:00

Her name is Leymah Gbowee, and she was instrumental in helping to end the decade-long civil war in Liberia. I first heard of her through Bill Moyers. She appeared on his show last week and talked about the documentary film Pray The Devil Back to Hell, which chronicles the peace movement she and other women in Liberia formed.

I can't put into words how amazing this woman is. So, watch her two-part interview with Lynn Sher: part one and part two. Also interviewed is filmmaker Abigail Disney, who made the documentary.

Unpopular Opinion of the Day

2009-06-24T20:49:00.004-05:00

A part of me feels bad for Mark Sanford - a very small part, to be sure, but it's there, nonetheless. I will be roundly booed for this, but hear me out.

For those not paying attention, Mark Sanford is the governor of South Carolina. He is in his second term. He is a Republican. He has been AWOL from his job for the last week. According to his remarks at a press conference today, he spent those seven days "crying in Argentina" on the shoulder of the woman he's been having an affair with for the past year.

My first thought is: ho-hum, another politician cheated." Cuz really, we shouldn't be THAT surprised. We shouldn't even be surprised when it's Republicans. They talk a good game about being the party of family values, but, hey, they're human and capable of fucking up, just like the rest of us. It's just that they're usually the last to figure this out.

There's also the fact that Sanford abandoned his job for a week, not even telling his staff where he was. (Well, that's not entirely true. He lied that he was hiking the Appalachian Trail to take his mind off the battle over Federal stimulus funds. You cannot make this shit up). I mean, I can't leave my job for one day without telling my boss I'm not going to be there. This dude is gone for a whole week, and still expects to keep his job (he resigned from his role as head of the Republican Governor's Association).

But I digress. Here's why I feel bad for Mark Sanford. In addition to being the latest in a long line of pols hoist by his own self-righteous petard (hi Sen. Ensign), his whole life is on display for all to see. The State, a South Carolina newspaper has published some of the email exchanges he had with his lover. After skimming one, and feeling like a Peeping Tom, I got to thinking about the way we as a society deal with sex and sexuality. We make it this big bugaboo that's hidden away in a closet (no pun intended, really!) and then Mark Sanfords or Eliot Spitzers bring it out into the open and suddenly, we're shocked shocked that this kind of thing is happening. It then becomes easy to act like these things are ONLY the province of guys like Sanford, and we don't have to examine anything about ourselves. Convenient.

Now, I'm no Sanford fan, nor am I condoning or excusing his actions. IMO, the worst thing he did was leave the state he was elected to serve unattended for seven days. That's irresponsible and that is the reason he should resign.

But man, oh man, am I tired of people acting like ZOMG! Men have affairs! Powerful men have affairs! OMG! OMG! This shit hasn't been news since biblical times. Just once, I'd like it if we in this country could approach matters of sexuality - and while we're at it, human frailty - with something resembling maturity.

Steelworks & Heat

2009-06-24T19:15:00.008-05:00

The first two pictures are of a sculpture called Steelworks, which sits outside the Nature Museum on the corner of Fullerton and North Cannon Drive. The second pic is a reminder of how jacked the weather can be here in Chi-town. Barely hitting 70 degrees last week, now we're in the middle of a heat wave. Even though I have no AC in my apartment, I am so not complaining.

Things That Make You Go Hmmm...

2009-06-24T11:08:00.002-05:00

I realize that the title of this post may be lost on those who didn't go to high school before the year 2000, but I couldn't think of another one. For I just stumbled onto this post from the On the Whole health blog that sounds a warning about the increasing entanglement with health journalists and pharmaceutical companies.

HealthNewsReview.org publisher Gary Schwitzer has expressed concerns that the drug company Pfizer is funding National Press Foundation fellowships on cancer issues and that the Society of Professional Journalists is orchestrating a tour of Eli Lilly corporate headquarters including a "professional development session on the reporting of mental health issues" and a "networking reception with Lilly's leaders."

Lilly makes the psychiatric drugs Cymbalta, Prozac and Zyprexa. Pfizer's website indicates it makes several medications for treatment of cancer.

Conflict of interest doesn't even begin to cover it. This reminds me of the incestuous relationship between Wall Street and the Fed (*cough* Henry Paulson *cough*).

We Now Have 3 Seasons

2009-06-23T22:27:00.003-05:00

Summer

Winter

Construction Season.

Apparently, there's no in-between.

But I am so not complaining that summer is here - rabid humidity and all. It took long enough to get here-lol.

Going Green

2009-06-22T07:43:00.003-05:00

The sculpture below is called "Going Green," and, unfortunately, the name of its creator escapes me now. It's part of an outdoor sculpture initiative called Lakeshore Sculpture Exhibit, which is happening courtesy of the City of Chicago. Oddly enough, I can't find any website for it. A quick Google search for "lakeshore sculpture exhibit" yielded no results. I did find the city's public art site, but even that makes no mention of it. Hmmmm.....

Misogyny Never Gets Old Does It?

2009-06-21T16:50:00.003-05:00

Just ask the good folks at Bacardi, who came up with this gem of an ad campaign aimed at women. The premise? If you want to look good, take an ugly girlfriend of yours out with you - for a shopping spree, to a club, etc.

So. Much. Hate.

As always, the good folks at Shapely Prose - this time it's Sweet Machine - do a stately smackdown of this revolting campaign.

Seeing stuff like this is so disheartening when you're: a) trying to be positive about your body, and b) trying to spread the word about body positivity for all women. But it just makes me angry enough to keep trying. Because I am so sick. and. tired. of being told that my only value as a human being is how much I weigh, or how big my breasts are, or my ability to attract a man. For fuck's sake! My Creator put me on earth to do more than that.

Actual Summer Weather

2009-06-20T17:28:00.003-05:00

This is what summer weather looks like. I'd almost forgotten.

More random Chicago sculpture - Tin Man on the corner of Lincoln & Armitage.

Chicago's Not Supposed to Have Monsoons

2009-06-19T11:27:00.003-05:00

Well not to my knowledge, anyway. And yet, we have been enduring our own rainy season, coupled with cold temperatures better suited to Spring (not that we had spring this year, but that's another post).

I looked up monsoons on Wikipedia and saw the pic below. I'd swear we saw clouds just like this just before the skies opened up an hour ago.

Oh well, at least it's supposed to get to 80 degrees today (this I'll believe when I actually feel it). According to local weather sage Tom Skilling, summer arrives big time next week, with temperatures in the 80s and 90s and humidity. I don't have AC in my apartment, but I won't be complaining. Summer has already taken too damned long to get here.

Online Giants to Congress: We Can Regulate Ourselves

2009-06-18T11:48:00.003-05:00

Me: Jigga WHAT?!?!

From today's New York Times' Media Decoder blog.

Congress today summoned executives from Facebook, Google, and Yahoo to inquire about how they are tracking consumers for advertising purposes. The hearing signals an increasing interest on Washington’s part into what online companies are doing with all the data they have on their customers.

It’s a joint hearing between two House subcommittees, one on Commerce, Trade, and Consumer Protection, and the other on Communications, Technology, and the Internet.

On one side are the privacy advocates, who see this online monitoring as intrusive. “We are being digitally shadowed online,” Jeffrey Chester, the executive director of the Center for Digital Democracy, said in prepared remarks at the hearing. “Our travels through the digital media are being monitored, and digital dossiers on us are being created—and even bought and sold.”

On the other side, the industry argues that any privacy regulation would be a huge blow to commerce. Online advertising revenues dropped 5 percent in the first quarter of 2009, the sharpest decline to date, according to a recent Interactive Advertising Bureau report. (One of the stated goals of the bureau, a trade group whose members include AOL, Google, Microsoft, Yahoo and most major online media sites, is to “fend off adverse legislation and regulation”).

The industry groups are arguing for self-regulation.

Whoa! BRAKES ON! Industry self-regulation? Why does this sound familiar? I'm pretty sure the last big go-round of an industry regulating itself was an epic fail. I'm also fairly certain that said alleged self-regulation resulted in the financial crisis we are all enduring and paying for.

So the Congressional response to Facebook, Google, AOL, Microsoft, et. al's self-regulation schtick should be HELL TO THE NO.

Seven Sunny Days in June

2009-06-17T21:16:00.002-05:00

Have we even had that many? Sorry, this weather is driving me batty.

Enough about that. I'm still in a quandary about which album is my guiltiest pleasure. Sleeping on it last night didn't help, nor did pondering it today. I guess this is what happens to your brain when you're done with school.

Guilty Pleasures

2009-06-16T22:48:00.005-05:00

Per Wikipedia:

A guilty pleasure is something one considers pleasurable despite feeling guilt for enjoying it. Often, the "guilt" involved is simply fear of others discovering one's lowbrow or otherwise embarrassing tastes, rather than actual moral guilt. Fashion, music, and food can be examples of guilty pleasures.

Recently, someone asked me to think of a "guilty pleasure" album I own. I had to give this subject a lot of thought because I gave up feeling guilty about what music I liked back in 11th grade. I'd spent too much time prior to that trying to fit my musical tastes into some arbitrary standard for what a young black woman should listen to.

In any event, after poring over my music collection, I came up with these titles:

Born to Do It by Craig David

Songs About Jane by Maroon 5

A Funk Odyssey by Jamiroquai (What? You thought I'd make a music-related list and not include Jamiroquai? Pshaw!)

Choosing one is proving difficult. Technically, the Craig David album is probably the most egregious one, especially since I saw the guy live. But Maroon 5's is more recent and therefore, fresher in people's minds, no? Funk Odyssey is probably the album I can write most about since I've been listening to it a lot recently; but will anybody outside hardcore fans know what the heck I'm talking about-lol. There's also the fact that I don't really feel guilty about owning any of these.

Ah well. Time to sleep on it.

Random Chicago Sculptures

2009-06-15T19:50:00.008-05:00

Said farewell to the fam today. I miss them already. It was so nice having them here with me the last few days. We really had a great time and didn't get on each others' nerves too much.

I took today off just to calm myself down. It's been a whirlwind 4 or 5 days, so I needed time to decompress. I took a 3-hour nap, which I haven't done since before Spring quarter started. Also wen out for a bit and took some pictures of sculptures around the city. For some reason, I'm noticing how many odd-looking sculptures this city has. I've decided to capture as many as I can. Here are three I took today.

Outside Rush University Medical Center

The famous Chicago Picasso (yes, we have our own!)

Another odd one I noticed on Clark Street (near Lincoln Ave.) It's a bit blurry because I took it from the bus.

Whew!

2009-06-14T22:10:00.005-05:00

What a day it's been. Despite some angst caused by getting lost on the way to East Jabip (also known as the Allstate Arena) for the ceremony, I finally graduated. The pic above was taken before I left for the ceremony. We're not allowed to keep the graduation "regalia." In fact, after the ceremony, we literally strip off the cap, gown and sash to return them.

My family - my dear, sweet family - are such troopers. They endured getting detoured for 20 minutes, having to park in the Target lot (and walking from the lot to the arena), and, of course, sitting through the 2 1/2 hour ceremony. God Bless them. I am so very lucky to have them in life.

Truthfully, the ceremony wasn't as long as it could have been. Don't get me wrong: it was long. My one friend brought a book to keep himself occupied.

But I was glad I did it. It was great seeing my friends, those who were in the trenches with me the past two years, all the wonderful people who let me bitch about this class or that professor. THANK YOU!

I've been so used to having classes and homework, I actually don't know what to do with myself now that it's over. Well, that's not exactly true: I'm going to love doing exactly nada next weekend - no library, reading for my own pleasure, not someone else's.

But seriously, having been consumed by school the last two years, it's like, who am I if I'm not a student?

Ah yes, someone who has to pay off student loan debt.

More pics here.

I Can't Believe This Day Has Finally Arrived

2009-06-14T08:34:00.002-05:00

(Note to uptight profs: I used passive voice in that subject line. Deal with it!)

Graduation day is here! YAY! And it's actually SUNNY (thank you, Mother Nature). What a difference it makes when the sun actually shines. DOUBLE YAY! It feels like it's going to be a looooong day, but I'm totally ok with that, because I've worked hard for this one.

I've been really pleased to have my family here with me the whole weekend. I've missed them a lot. I couldn't have done this without them!

Will post pictures later if I'm not too tired.

Sick of the Rain

2009-06-13T10:47:00.002-05:00

It's June, right? So why am I wearing jackets and layers (albeit light ones). And what is up with all the damned rain? I better not hear one word about drought whenever it finally warms up. The Des Plaines River has been in danger of flooding for like 3 months. ARGH! I love Chicago, but the weather? Can go piss up a rope.

25 Random Things About Me

2009-06-11T15:55:00.001-05:00

Since I didn't get a chance to do it on Facebook.

1. I find travel guidebooks tyrannical.
2. I have never understood American football.
3. I hate winter.
4. I have no TV or cable, but still manage to watch a lot of TV.
5. I like to read odd news stories.
6. Joan Didion’s sentences make me happy.
7. I will always be a soap opera fan at heart.
8. I love to get new notebooks and journals.
9. Radiohead will always own my heart.
10. I can spend only an hour/hour and half in a museum.
11. I still think cheese is one of God’s greatest gifts to mankind.
12. I love to buy new notebooks and journals.
13. If there is one atom of cold to be felt in a room, it will invariably find me.
14. I have allegiance to only one sports team: the NY Yankees.
15. I don’t know what I’m doing once I graduate and I’m surprisingly upbeat about that.
16. I’m in love with Lake Michigan.
17. I can go months without eating ice cream, before a craving hits; then, once I indulge, I go another few months without it.
18. Ditto on chocolate
19. Laughing is my favorite activity.
20. As a Libra, I have a hard time hiding my emotions. This means if I’m pissed at you, you’re gonna know about it.
21. I’m addicted to buying shoes and handbags.
22. Tennis is my favorite sport to watch, but I’m loath to try playing it.
23. I’m one of those people who really need sunshine to be happy.
24. I’ve been obsessed with the music of Jamiroquai for the past 5 months and it shows no signs of ebbing.
25. I don’t know how to swim or ride a bike

In More Cute Picture News

2009-06-11T11:27:00.001-05:00

How adorable are these two?

A Few Days Late

2009-06-10T22:45:00.002-05:00

But congratulations to Roger Federer for winning the 2009 French Open and completing a career grand slam. Still, this remains my favorite recent picture from the world of tennis.

Jamiroquai Song Obsession of the Month: Shoot the Moon

2009-06-09T11:54:00.001-05:00

Here's hoping they put this crackin' tune on their next album.

Everyone Has a Right To Self Esteem

2009-06-09T11:14:00.001-05:00

Of course, the people at Shapely Prose make this strong argument so much better than I could.

I Am Officially Done

2009-06-08T20:48:00.003-05:00

The last final exam is over. I am done with grad school. It's not real to me yet. I think it will become real when the first student loan bill shows up.

I knew when I started this program, these 2 years would fly by; but it's still hard to believe how quickly they did. I couldn't have done it without the support of: Erica, Janis, Carmel, Brook, Jenna, Jenny, Arynne, Megan, Maylene, Terrence, Stephen, Gwen, JoAnn, Elizabeth, Arminda, and many other people whose names my brain is sadly too fried to remember at the moment (do please forgive me if you are one of those people).

Thank you all. When I am more coherent I will write some more.

The Library = A Subway Car at Rush Hour

2009-06-07T20:39:00.003-05:00

I could barely get a seat today! Damn, DePaul has some overachieving students :P. There was definitely a feeling of desperation in the air. The library is open 24 hours a day every day till the end of finals on Friday. Mercifully, today was my last day there.

I Have Been Close To Tears A Lot Lately

2009-06-06T19:39:00.004-05:00

I think it's because everything is so pent up - so much stress about school and uncertainty about what happens after. Yesterday, while at the student center buying dinner, I saw one of the university's chorus groups singing (I was drawn by the dulcet tones of Britney Spears' toxic). They were taking such joy in their singing, I was almost overcome with tears. Seriously, it came out of nowhere. I reminded myself that a) I was standing in the student center and b) they were singing freakin' "Toxic!"

Today, I spent another day in the library. I swear, sometimes it feels like this last weekend of studying is going to end me. I feel depressed and ugly and insecure about everything. I just want school to be over. These are the longest 3 days of my damned life.

Chillin'

2009-06-04T22:42:00.001-05:00

When I officially graduate, I want to dance to this song.

Threshold

2009-06-04T21:47:00.002-05:00

Today, I went to the release party/reading for our university's literary journal, Threshold. I didn't have any pieces in it, but I did participate as a reader. I helped read some of the fiction submissions that got picked for publication. Never done that before, so that was an interesting experience.

Anyway, listening to people read their pieces, I realize how many talented writers are in my program. I'm lucky to have actually worked with some of them. Hopefully I absorbed some inspiration from them.

One Down, One To Go

2009-06-03T23:06:00.003-05:00

That's right, folks! I am officially done with one of my classes in this, my final quarter of grad school. I still have a final to complete (and a paper to hand in before the final....GRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!) But at least I can see a light at the end of the tunnel.

Am watching old Star Trek episodes. Damn, that show was cheesy goodness!

Why Don't I Trust Myself?

2009-06-02T12:01:00.005-05:00

This isn't really apropos of anything going on in my life right now, but the other day, I realized that I really need to start trusting myself, specifically my own instincts more. For some reason, I was thinking about times when I've gone against my instincts and allowed myself to be convinced of things - whether it was believing a certain thing, or taking an action. It was usually friends trying to boost my self-esteem or get me to take a risk. This isn't about blaming my friends. They're a loving, well-meaning lot, nor am I feeling like blaming myself. Blame's a bad word here (Trust me, I can justifiably blame myself for plenty of other shit).

The message from my instincts is always the same "This doesn't feel right!" So why don't I listen to them? They're right 99.99% of the time, but I don't trust them. Seems illogical (Egads! now I am quoting Mr. Spock). I never trust myself to heed them. I always assume other people know what's best for me. no one knows me better than I do - except my Creator. It's time to start trusting myself.

Can you guess what it is?

2009-05-31T23:08:00.003-05:00

I took this picture without taking time to find out the title of the sculpture (ah, the laziness strikes again). Anyhoo, this sculpture stands at my least favorite intersection in the city (Lincoln/Fullerton/Halsted).

Jamiroquai Song Obsession of the Month

2009-05-31T15:03:00.004-05:00

So, my Jamiroquai obsession continues, only now, I'm fixating on individual songs. For the last few weeks, it's been "Space Cowboy" (video linked below). This song about the joys of cheeba smoking, has a mellow groove and some nonsensical, but fun-to-sing-along-with lyrics. It's from my favorite Jamiroquai album, The Return of the Space Cowboy. Enjoy Jay Kay's goofy dance moves!

Thanks again, Kate Harding

2009-05-30T18:12:00.002-05:00

She deftly takes to task all those so-called journalists fueling the bigoted anti-Sotomayor ravings of the right.

Schadenfreude - Making the World a Better Place

2009-05-29T11:17:00.002-05:00

One of these days, I really will write a real post, with my own carefully crafted thoughts (read: ramblings). But for now, I want my readers (all 4 of them) to feast on this post from The Atlantic about the importance of tolerance.

Judge Sotomayor

2009-05-28T17:05:00.008-05:00

Update 9:00 p.m.: And people wonder why I hate the New York Times. This is what passes for reporting in that rag.

But to detractors, Judge Sotomayor’s sharp-tongued and occasionally combative manner — some lawyers have described her as “difficult” and “nasty” — raises questions about her judicial temperament and willingness to listen. Her demeanor on the bench is an issue that conservatives opposed to her nomination see as a potential vulnerability — and one that Mr. Obama carefully considered before selecting her.

Hmmmm...I wonder if Judge Sotomayor's questioning would be viewed as a liability if she wasn't a Latina. I'm thinking no.

I love that the GOP is saying she's shown bias on the basis of gender and ethnicity. Their lack of self-awareness is kind of staggering.

Writer and Columbia prof Trey Ellis wrote the following on the Huffington Post, re: the right's reaction to Pres. Obama's Supreme Court nominee Sonia Sotomayor:

Nothing gets the right wing's panties in a bunch more than a hyper-qualified person of color. And if that person happens to have a vagina...? Fuggedaboutit.

Yeah. Nothing to add.

WHY WHY WHY!

2009-05-27T15:26:00.004-05:00

Did you ever have one of those weeks or days or months where multiple things decided to assault your body? I've already chronicled the ongoing left calf saga. Then there are the chronic sinus issues, which this week are being compounded by some sort of vague cold-type thing. And let's not forget the ever-present acid reflux, which even acts up if I just eat oatmeal.

Will this nonsense stop if I just say "Uncle!"