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This is definitely the most awesome handmade mix I've ever received (and I haven't even listed to it yet!). It's even cuter than the photos -- sparkly skeleton goodness! AND it's all the way from Canada! Which means it arrived a little late, but I think that makes it even more special, like a little time capsule from October. :) Thanks, Kerry!!
day 02 | a picture
day 03 | a book/ebook/fanfic
day 04 | a site
day 05 | a youtube clip
day 06 | a quote
day 07 | whatever tickles your fancy
i think that i am going to do a linkspam of things i share in google reader. i love google reader; it is sort of like the old links pages we all used to have back in 1996, except more awesome. you should follow me on google reader, especially now that i have a little browser button that allows me to share stuff i find randomly on the internet that i don't necessarily follow the rss feed for. score!
1. Weight AND Wisdom, a blog post by carrie fisher.
You see, I was hot when most people are hot—- in my fucking 20’s & part of my 30’s……THEN, in an effort to imitate humans, I had a child &, to further maintain my life like disguise, I took medications for about 9 thousand years, &, despite all my efforts, I continued to get older & older——inadvertently, I assure you———-I tried to arrest my development physically as WELL as emotionally, but unfortunately without as much success. I also must confess that I ate food. I’m sorry….. I realize that I promised never to eat anything but lettuce & sun flower seeds, but tragically, I was unable to keep my promise.
2. a twitter post by pete wentz, in which he writes the best fanfic.
3. everyone is following @fakeapstylebook; this is my favorite post so far.
4. a post by the bloggess. sometimes she gives me a headache, but sometimes she's really funny; this post is funny and contains a screenshot of an ad in which the following sentence appears: "Sailing, like invisibility, is a skill that can last a lifetime."
5. an installment from a webcomic about fat girls in which two fat girls are swimsuit shopping.
Requests aren't done, they will be popping up as we go, but honestly I do not need annnyymooreee! I was looking at the Wonder Women that I drew last year and started drawing her again, because she's pretty fun to draw, and surly Wonder Woman here came out. Don't settle for being a tits and tits heroine ladies, be yourself! Poor Nibbles.
Hey Montreal! I'm going to be at Expozine this weekend! You should come.
Store!
Why yes, of course, within the first week of the community site being live the questions have devolved into farts. If ever there were a marker for success! Here's one from Mama M.
I answered this question over there, but wanted to expound here because I realize I haven't ever told you guys the actual story. I dated a few uptight men when I lived in LA, and one of them once told me that his philosophy is that women do not use the bathroom. Period. We do not possess bodily functions, we do not have snot nor do we poo. In fact, he couldn't even say the word POO. He didn't even use a euphemism, he just waved his hand and made a face that looked like he had just been punched in the nuts. I mean, think about all that physical work to remain proper! EXHAUSTING.
Needless to say, it didn't work out.
Reminds me of my recently deceased Granny Boone, a woman so devout to the Mormon religion that she could not utter the word SEX. Instead, she would say SEC. As in, can you believe those two gentiles are engaging in premarital sec! Which is just about as dumb (sorry, Granny) as kids at BYU saying FRIGGIN and FETCHIN when you know, YOU JUST KNOW, they are itching to use the other word. Well, you know they are just itching to engage in the other word, but that would be against the honor code. That's why all BYU graduates are very, very good at foreplay.
You ever dated a BYU graduate? We are all abnormally good at kissing.
(I wonder how many BYU students are reading this, getting a bit red in the face, and wondering if they should go talk to their bishop.)
Anyway, I remember the day that Jon came to my apartment in LA for the first time, for our first date, and it was a most memorable date for many reasons, one being that we didn't leave the house for, oh, maybe 48 hours. Because of all the talking. And sitting very far apart from each other! (Remember, my dad reads this, so I have to maintain certain illusions.)
But within the first fifteen minutes of being in my apartment he let a fart rip so loudly that I went deaf for several minutes and then spent an hour picking up the dishes that had fallen from the cupboards due to the resulting jolt. I mean, he just let it go, he let it out there, did absolutely nothing to hide it. HERE'S MY FART, WORLD. BASK. EMBRACE!
Now, he and I had been talking for a few weeks on the phone and had spent many late nights instant messaging about who we were and wanted in life, and about a week before our first date I called my father in Tennessee and said, Dad, write down this name: JON ARMSTRONG. JON. WITHOUT THE H. Because he is the man I'm going to marry. And my dad did just that, scribbled a message on his calendar, and the day that Jon and I eloped he called Jon, broke out that calendar and read what he'd written. It was a beautiful moment, followed by my dad saying that he owned a shotgun and was prepared to use it.
So I already knew that I loved Jon and was going to spend the rest of my life with him, even before that first date. But when he set free that fart into the world, I looked at him, and he looked at me, and instantly we knew we were soul mates.
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We got the first disk of Death Note in the mail today, though, and I have some hopes for that. Tiny, malnourished hopes. I'm going through a weird thing lately with TV in general, I guess, as in I...don't really ever want to watch it. At all. In any form. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME OH GOD IS IT FATAL.
(I'm not procrastinating writing at the moment. I'm procrastinating cleaning. Who are these strange people who would rather clean than write? Can they come and live in my home?)
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On paper it all made sense - it cost more to fix the jetta than the jetta was worth, I can AFFORD a new car, shouldn't I just get one?
But every time I look at the jetta, I feel like I've failed her. She's been with me all this time - 7 years! That's longer than ANY OTHER RELATIONSHIP I've had IN MY LIFE. She got me across the country twice, to any number of new places and jobs. Waited for me outside of my creepy boyfriend's place to make sure I'd be ok. Did everything I asked of her & asked for so little in return. She bore her scars with dignity. And now I'm just going to turn my back on that? Replace her with some pretty new model? This is how I treat her at the end?
See, irrational. But don't be mistaken, I REALLY DO feel this way. I cleaned her out this morning & felt super sad. The towing guy is there picking her up right now. She's being donated to a breast cancer survivor's fund, which could be her last brave act of altruism.
Seriously, d00dz. I loved that car & I kind of feel like a piece of shit.
Rebekah Plett of The Cavorting Hippo Etsy Shop noticed my obsession fascination with hippos and sent me a set of these unbearably adorable hippo greeting cards. I want to eat them, they so cute. If I were designing another nursery I'd put these in frames and hang them over the crib. But I'm not having another baby, so maybe you'll let me come over and design your nursery? (I'm kind of not kidding, although Jon is going to shoot me in the head for writing this. Hi, Jon!)
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Leta is happily watching episodes of "Little Bill" as Jon crashes from a week spent troubleshooting and managing the community website. Jon is not a napper, but he took a few this weekend having had his brained sucked out through his fingers by Drupal and server load balancing (I don't know what that means either). Don't worry, several times I patted him gently on the head and called him My Poor Little Bunny.
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2. yesterday i had a family photo shoot with my pal, chase, who is 4. he recently started pre-k at a catholic school, and i guess they are learning a bunch of religious songs. chase sang a couple of them for me, and it was so, so funny. my favorites? "when the sinks go marching in" and THE BEST, "our god is an awesome guy". hahahahaha. right on, god. oh, except that chase also told us that god makes it rain when people or animals are bad. wtf?
3. south-jersey/philly foods i ate while home for my brother's wedding:
* 2 cheeseburgers with everything & fries from jim's lunch in millville [i did this, like, IMMEDIATELY. might be my overall favorite food.].
* italian sub from wawa.
* gelati from rita's water ice [green apple/vanilla custard]. SO GOOD.
* amazing cheesesteaks. in fact, the morning of the wedding, we snacked on leftover cheesesteaks while waiting to get our hair done. because we are classy ladies.
* fresh-baked philly soft pretzels.
* tastykake peanut butter kandykakes.
GOOD JOB, SELF. ALSO, I MISS YOU, EAST COAST FOOD.
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heyrhiannon came to visit me a few weeks ago. it was our first meeting, after...like 8 years of being internet pals. it was a pretty perfect weekend, despite the rain. we saw the 3-d toy story double feature in the theatre. we shopped in lincoln park. we got facemasks from lush and glopped them on while watching thursday night tv. we spent an entire day watching 30rock while she taught me to knit. i took pictures for grammardog's new nephew while we were out on our adventures. we visited goebbert's farm, where we took a picture with a tiny white tiger cub [which i REALLY need to scan]. i mean, come on, you guys, does it get any better? nope, it doesn't. i made and then took apart most of a hat:
also, at the farm, we met the fuzziest calf in the whole world, and we died with the cuteness:
5. i was a bridesmaid. i looked like this:
i am extra-fat right now, which is infuriating and depressing, but i feel like i looked presentable anyway. i had a funky, cute hairdo, at least. i should have taken a photo of the back.
mark and sarah's wedding was sweet and fun. i danced A LOT. i cried a little. i felt relieved to not be the photographer, though i did take a few pictures. one of my favorite parts, though, was seeing mom-mom, who is not my real mom-mom at all, but rather our next door neighbor who i've known since i was a wee babe. she used to watch mark and me after school. we would sit on the floor and watch tv, and she would bake us frozen french fries in the oven. mark would always steal mine, and i would cry. she recounted this story at the reception, by the way. she is 83 years old now, with no hair and giant glasses and a walker, and she is so effing cute. it hadn't occurred to me that she'd be someone i'd see at the wedding, so when i spotted her, i felt like bursting into tears, i was so happy. it was a sweet little surprise.
6. photo season has been super busy this year. which is good but i'm kind of tired of it already. that sounds ungrateful, probably, but it's not. i'm thrilled to be making money, it's just hard to have a full time job and also stay busy either taking or editing photos almost every weekend for the past month and a half. i keep falling asleep at the laptop. october was insane, between photoshoots, work, guests in town, and the trip home for the wedding. for a while, i was behind. like WAY behind. and that's when photography becomes a chore and i start to dread it. i spent last weekend catching up entirely, which is good. this weekend there were two shoots, so it's back to work again, but at least i got to start from zero.
7. next month, we will have Amazing Music Week in chicago. just like last year, there is one week in mid-december, when my short list of favorite musicians is scheduled to play all in a row. we have the flat five [featuring kelly hogan, nora o'connor, and their amazingly talented pals], who ONLY play this one time a year now, which is sad, but i'll take what i can get. then a few days later is the second city benefit with jeff tweedy, and then right after THAT is andrew bird at that fancy ornate church across from the hancock building. i am looking forward to all of these shows. the bird show is pretty expensive [about $45 with fees, yowza!], so i had decided to skip it this time around, but HEY, what good timing! his manager wants to use one of my photos again to promote the shows and offered me a pair of tickets in return. i like free stuff, so that'll be nice!
8. however, Amazing Music Week will just serve as a sad, sad, SAD reminder that
lizbutt is not in town anymore. i mean, obviously i miss her all the time because after she left, i just stopped having a social life. not like it was hopping before or anything, and yes, i am extremely busy and have almost no time for hanging out anyway, but. i just don't really go out at all. and not only that, but i also get worried sometimes about something happening to me here and not having someone that i feel comfortable enough around to ask for help. like, who on earth could i call now if something was really wrong and i needed asap assistance? it's sad that i haven't made these sort of connections with other people, but i have always been the kind to sort of put all my eggs in one basket. i like having a go-to person. a bff. a person i like being around, when i don't feel like being around anybody. this weekend was sunny and 70--just gorgeous--and after my photoshoot at oz park, i had the sudden urge to call elisabeth and invite her to have lunch on the patio at rockwell's. but i could not, because montana is far. anyway, this especially will be sad without her. last year, we had a truly heartwarming Amazing Music Week. and just, christmastime in chicago is pretty and fun and joyous. i'm looking forward to it, regardless, and it will be a lot of fun, but i'm going to miss her a little extra that week. it's weird writing about someone who will read this...as if she won't read it? or something? and probably this is just depressing her, so i'll stop. uhhhhh, anyway, BOO ELISABETH COME BACK I MISS YOU. i mean, GO MONTANA, YOU'RE DOING GREAT, KEEP IT UP!!!!!9. i have been sickish for like two and a half weeks now. i wish it would either go away entirely RIGHT NOW or turn into something real so that it can run its course and be done. also, my favorite co-worker left on friday to be the asst. director at a center downtown. both of these things are making me feel gross.
10. halloween at school this year was pretty adorable. one of my kids was cookie monster. his baby brother was a cookie. whiiiich is pretty amazing. however, my co-worker's son and nephew, both under a year old, dressed up like maverick and goose. they had tiny flight suits and aviator sunglasses. i was surprised she was able to find aviator glasses that tiny, but she informed me that, oh, she just went to build-a-bear. and bought TEDDY BEAR SUNGLASSES. haha. aw.
and with that, i bid you farewell.
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British hardcover 
British paperbackI had a blast at the American Association of School Librarians conference this weekend. I signed thousands of books, met countless friendly and passionate librarians and gave a speech. Thank you to everyone who made my conference so much fun.
Half a ballroom of librarians. (The other half of the room was filled, too!)Many people asked me to post my speech online. We will be doing that soon. Here are a couple of snippets that people responded to the most. Permission is granted to reproduce, with proper acknowledgments, of course.
I talked about the recent censorship challenges my books have faced and then said this:
"I believe that every time a library budget is cut, every time a librarian’s hours are cut - or the position is eliminated completely - it is another form of censorship. It is stealing from children and interfering with their education.
Taking books out of libraries and taking librarians out of libraries are just like ripping the roof off of a school. And maybe that’s how we need to describe it, in the dire, stark terms of reality. You can't run a school that doesn't have a roof. You can't run a school without librarians and libraries.
Book people – like you and me – tend to be a little uncomfortable with conflict. We value discussion, we respect other opinions. We avoid fights.
“Don’t you ever start a fight,” Mother said. “But if somebody picks a fight with you, by God, you finish it.”
The people who do not value books or librarians have picked a fight with me. That was a mistake.
They are ripping the roof off our libraries, off our schools. They are exposing our children to ignorance and condemning them to poverty. When they rip the roof off of libraries, they weaken our country."
[I'm cutting out a little from this section]
"Those of us who truly, deeply care about the health and happiness of kids and teenagers have a sacred obligation to help them along their path to adulthood. We are charged to create and to find the very best books for these children.
To hand a book to a child or a gawky adolescent is to rescue her from the unforgiving isolation of illiteracy and transport her to the joyful and rewarding kingdom of an open mind.
I cannot think of a job more difficult or more important than yours. Reading is not a subject matter. It is a survival tool, the requirement of modern living. Libraries are not luxuries. Libraries are the lifeblood of our schools and the foundation of our culture."
I hope my words might help, a little.
One last conference note. The other banquet speaker was Charles R. Smith Jr. Do you know his work? Have you heard him speak? If not, go out RIGHT NOW and pick up some of his books. Then arrange to have him visit your school - he is the best speaker I have seen in a very long time.
Charles and I sitting on chairs that look like thrones.... it was approaching midnight and we had just finished signing a kajillion books and so we look a bit tired. But how can you turn down the chance to be photographed in a chair that looks like a throne?But you know what's even MORE awesome? It came from a commercial contest. . The adorable girl IN the commercial worked with her boyfriend and some friends to come up with the concept, write the song, and shoot the spot. CRAZY. Although I do suspect that they found some inspiration from this video.
EDIT: Here are the other contest finalists.
- serrico: What can I say? I like it when my existence is acknowledged. - I've been thinking about this whole "interactive storytelling" thing TV's trying these days, and the difference, for some shows, between what it says on the label and what's actually in the can. -
Oh, yes. I found it at the Curious Sofa blog. Curious Sofa is a store that looks so awesome that it gives me one more reason to head to the Kansas City area (hear that, Vicki?).
(you may recall that i also wrote "pete wentz is my favorite." on the wall of the bathroom to the left, aka the bathroom in which i made out with two hot girls at the same time. i was totally touched by the magic of la wentz. and, of course, "william beckett is very tall.")
earlier tonight i was googling the quote to see if i'd got the punctuation right, because my copy of the book itself is in storage, and the only websites to come up were one of mine, and a poetry website where someone was looking for the author of that quote. so i got an account on the website and sent a PM to the querent, and also posted a top level answer, since the original question was from, like, 2007 or something.
but the original querent responded, and when i emailed her back, i asked where she'd heard the quote, explaining that i write it on bathroom walls.
ONE OF HER FRIENDS SAW IT ON A BATHROOM WALL AND WROTE IT DOWN TO SHOW HER, THINKING SHE'D REALLY LIKE IT.
and it inspired her to start writing poetry on bathroom walls.
!!!!
the world + the internet = amazing sometimes
- Music:fall out boy - the (shipped) gold standard
day 02 | a picture
day 03 | a book/ebook/fanfic
day 04 | a site
day 05 | a youtube clip
day 06 | a quote
day 07 | whatever tickles your fancy
"he was all for fusion or even sunshine, whatever warmed the heart." (--candas jane dorsey, a paradigm of earth
)okay, one more from candas jane dorsey -- this is actually an untitled poem from leaving marks
...people like us who think too much
should never think. we should only
leap without considering consequences
into what joy presents itself
the first time we meet we should kiss
the next time we meet we should fuck
then we should move together, determined
not to lose each other
when we think
we hesitate
until time enough
feels like too late
it's not too late
it's gonna be all right
but we have to hurt a day
for every
lost
night
- Music:lady gaga - i like it rough
thingswithwings found something alarming on the intertubes. An LJ community devoted to kink. The complete absence of it, that is. She was understandably shocked and titillated. Is titillated the word I want? Maybe I mean hilarified.To each his own, right? But some of the things listed as kinks are a tad problematic; others are so unrealistic their absence creates a situation where things circle back around and become kinky again.
And so
thingswithwings was hilarified at their list of rules, and I, similarly hilarified, wrote commentfic attempting to follow said rules. I tried, but unfortunately, it's still kind of kinky. I mean, partners having frank discussions about sexual needs? That's hot!Here it is, reproduced for posterity:
( The Totally True Story of Two Men About to Have Sex: Rated NC-17 for frank, yet unerotic, discussions of sex and sexuality )
(You always know I'm writing parody when I put THE END at the end. It's the only time I get to use it!)
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