Working on my French at the gallery today ....
Si je vous ai dit comment je me sentais,
Souhaitez-vous rire?
Souhaitez-vous pleurer?
Pourriez-vous me détestez?
Ou souhaitez-vous sourire?
Si je vous ai dit ce que je pensais,
Souhaitez-vous partir?
Souhaitez-vous rester?
Pourriez-vous me frapper?
Ou seriez-vous d'accord?
Si je vous disais ce que je voulais faire,
Pourriez-vous me repousser?
Pourriez-vous me refuser?
Pourriez-vous me refuser?
Ou voulez-vous me laisser?
Si je vous ai dit que je vous ai aimés,
Souhaitez vos parents me haïr?
Votre famille me déteste?
Pourriez-vous me détestez?
Ou voulez-vous m'aimer en retour?
Souhaitez-vous m'aimer en retour .....
Sandrine Kiberlain - La Chanteuse
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Observations from the Bar 10.22, Phillies
This should be interesting because, with the help of my new handy, sexy, and red HP netbook, I am going to attempt to write this directly from the bar as the Phillies game is played. Not like a streaming post, I’m not that ignorant, but I’ll write it and hopefully post it later tonight.
I had what I take to be a good omen earlier in the day. I was reading tweets when I saw one from a girl in San Francisco who said she was heading out to watch the Giants at a bar. Now this was at 2 in the afternoon and I was thinking here is a girl that can drink like me. But than I saw a later tweet of hers and she didn't realize that because the (whispers) hated Yankees had lost last night the Phillies Giants game had been pushed back till 8 tonight, or 5 her time. Poor girl is probably too drunk to watch now.
Every mention of the Texas Rangers, indeed every sight of them, is soundly booed. It so makes me feel right at home.
Just after the start of the game I received another good omen. James Whitaker, a poet on Twitter, finished a poem for me. He had asked for a word, the first he received he would write a short around. I sent him 'Phillies' and in the end he did all six words he received, mine was the last he did and he said the hardest. I think it's awesome so be sure to check it out. JTW, twitter shorts II
Phillies take a first inning lead! Third inning Giants score one but in a collision at home plate the runner is out at home, 2-1 Phillies. Shit now make that 2-2 before I can even finish typing that. Drink chips are piling up in front of me and I may need them tonight. I bought a round for anybody sitting at the bar at game time, pay back is as always a bitch. OMG benches clear as a Flyers game breaks out at the Phillies game. I never heard this bar so loud!
It's still 2-2 going into the fifth and I start to get the feeling it's going to be one of those games. Than the Giants get runners to first and second with nobody out and I start to get a bad feeling. More beer please. Oswalt pitches out of the inning and the score remains the same.
Than I saw her standing at the other end of the bar. Medium height, thin, long straight dark hair, Latin looks, wearing tight jeans and an Alex Rodriguez jersey. Well nobody is perfect. But than I see him with his arm around her and wonder why did I not see that before? Back to the game.
The game goes to the bottom of the sixth with the score still tied and I begin to wonder how many beers I can drink and still type. It also dawns on me that this could be my longest post so far and it's about a baseball game. Seriously baseball. Maybe this netbook was a bad idea afterall. Slowly closing in on three hours now still tied going into the eighth, even in this Yankee bar it's strangely quiet as everybody concentrates on the game. Fuck! Giants take the lead on a home run by Juan Uribe. This not good, not good at all. Giants bring in their best starting pitcher in relief as both teams closers warm up.
Into the ninth, over three hours now, Phillies down a run and the season on the brink of ending. I'm not sure if the score or the fact that I am being hugged by Yankee fans scares me more. Brad Lidge in for the Phillies so it's all or nothing now. Phillies had those two quick runs in the first inning and nothing since. And so here we go, Giants leave the bases loaded in the ninth and the Phillies have three outs left. One out. Rollins walks. Two outs. Utley walks and Ryan Howard is up with two on and two out. Jesus. Full count. Fuck. Howard strikes out looking.
Game, series, season over .....
I had what I take to be a good omen earlier in the day. I was reading tweets when I saw one from a girl in San Francisco who said she was heading out to watch the Giants at a bar. Now this was at 2 in the afternoon and I was thinking here is a girl that can drink like me. But than I saw a later tweet of hers and she didn't realize that because the (whispers) hated Yankees had lost last night the Phillies Giants game had been pushed back till 8 tonight, or 5 her time. Poor girl is probably too drunk to watch now.
Every mention of the Texas Rangers, indeed every sight of them, is soundly booed. It so makes me feel right at home.
Just after the start of the game I received another good omen. James Whitaker, a poet on Twitter, finished a poem for me. He had asked for a word, the first he received he would write a short around. I sent him 'Phillies' and in the end he did all six words he received, mine was the last he did and he said the hardest. I think it's awesome so be sure to check it out. JTW, twitter shorts II
Phillies take a first inning lead! Third inning Giants score one but in a collision at home plate the runner is out at home, 2-1 Phillies. Shit now make that 2-2 before I can even finish typing that. Drink chips are piling up in front of me and I may need them tonight. I bought a round for anybody sitting at the bar at game time, pay back is as always a bitch. OMG benches clear as a Flyers game breaks out at the Phillies game. I never heard this bar so loud!
It's still 2-2 going into the fifth and I start to get the feeling it's going to be one of those games. Than the Giants get runners to first and second with nobody out and I start to get a bad feeling. More beer please. Oswalt pitches out of the inning and the score remains the same.
Than I saw her standing at the other end of the bar. Medium height, thin, long straight dark hair, Latin looks, wearing tight jeans and an Alex Rodriguez jersey. Well nobody is perfect. But than I see him with his arm around her and wonder why did I not see that before? Back to the game.
The game goes to the bottom of the sixth with the score still tied and I begin to wonder how many beers I can drink and still type. It also dawns on me that this could be my longest post so far and it's about a baseball game. Seriously baseball. Maybe this netbook was a bad idea afterall. Slowly closing in on three hours now still tied going into the eighth, even in this Yankee bar it's strangely quiet as everybody concentrates on the game. Fuck! Giants take the lead on a home run by Juan Uribe. This not good, not good at all. Giants bring in their best starting pitcher in relief as both teams closers warm up.
Into the ninth, over three hours now, Phillies down a run and the season on the brink of ending. I'm not sure if the score or the fact that I am being hugged by Yankee fans scares me more. Brad Lidge in for the Phillies so it's all or nothing now. Phillies had those two quick runs in the first inning and nothing since. And so here we go, Giants leave the bases loaded in the ninth and the Phillies have three outs left. One out. Rollins walks. Two outs. Utley walks and Ryan Howard is up with two on and two out. Jesus. Full count. Fuck. Howard strikes out looking.
Game, series, season over .....
Friday, October 22, 2010
Observasions from the Window 10.22, Randomness
I have a excruciatingly painful craving for a candy apple or maybe its cotton candy, maybe its just sugar I need. So do peeps trick or treat in the Village? They should because some of them are practicing every day of their life. I think Mitch left a little gift in my window. Chloe!! Damn little rat, literally, Mitch is a little rat. Some days I could just sit here in the window and think all day. Other days I do my best thinking in bed.
I like to type with my right hand while I use my left hand for other things. Contessa Brewer is hot, Condoleezza Rice not so much. And the quote of the day from Henry Miller, “Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation, the other eight are unimportant.” Lindsay Lohan is due in court today and she looks like hell, just sayin.
The number of tards in politics grows as the amount of cash increases and the number of good people decreases exponentially (big word of the day). Campaign finance reform is the biggest farce ever foisted upon the public by the haves to show the have nots they care.
I used to love politics, and still care about the issues, but I am so sick of some of these self-righteous, ignorant, assholes I could just scream. Prime target of the moment being Sharon Angle, but wait, Newt Gingrich just came on. Speaking of politics, DAMN but the junior Senator from New York looks good in the newest issue of Vogue. I guess I do still like politics.
It's full moon Friday but still life goes on.
Hoobastank - The Reason (random iTunes shuffle)
oh yeah and GO PHILLIES !!!!
I like to type with my right hand while I use my left hand for other things. Contessa Brewer is hot, Condoleezza Rice not so much. And the quote of the day from Henry Miller, “Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation, the other eight are unimportant.” Lindsay Lohan is due in court today and she looks like hell, just sayin.
The number of tards in politics grows as the amount of cash increases and the number of good people decreases exponentially (big word of the day). Campaign finance reform is the biggest farce ever foisted upon the public by the haves to show the have nots they care.
I used to love politics, and still care about the issues, but I am so sick of some of these self-righteous, ignorant, assholes I could just scream. Prime target of the moment being Sharon Angle, but wait, Newt Gingrich just came on. Speaking of politics, DAMN but the junior Senator from New York looks good in the newest issue of Vogue. I guess I do still like politics.
It's full moon Friday but still life goes on.
Hoobastank - The Reason (random iTunes shuffle)
oh yeah and GO PHILLIES !!!!
Observations from the Window 10.22, It Gets Better
So I get pissed at the guy for all too may reasons, than he does something like this and I remember why I voted for him in the first place. I'm still pissed off at him but maybe not as much now.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Observations from the Window 10.19
And so now one of those head spinning days comes to a close. One of those days when it seems like your mind is spinning out of control like a top spinning off the table. It wasn’t a bad day in any way but there was just so much going on.
To start it is, was, my parents anniversary. I called my dad first thing and we talked for awhile. I know days like this are always hard on him and i never know what to say so i just say hi. Sometimes that seems to be enough.
The only bad news of the day was that my Phillies lost game 3 of the NLCS to San Fran by a score of 3-0. They wasted a gem of a pitching performance by Cole Hamels in the process. I’m starting to get a bad feeling in my gut about this series.
I finally bought myself a netbook. I have wanted one for awhile, something that can do more than my Droid but yet isn’t as cumbersome as a laptop. But now I find myself watching AC with both my lap and the netbook in front of me. Almost like my own little version of Mission Control in the Village. I'm so damn ooc sometimes, i mean seriously I'm logged into twitter three diff ways!
Than a federal judge refused today to suspend her ruling that barred the implementation of the DADT policy, which forbids openly gay troops from serving in the military. I was intrigued as Lt. Dan Choi tweeted that he was going to the Times Square recruiting station to reenlist. Choi, who is a West Point graduate, had been expelled from the army after coming out on ‘The Rachel Maddow Show’ in March of 2009. He was going to enlist in the Marines but it seems he is too old so he reenlisted in the Army. Funny how they might need Arab linguists, who knew?
I also got a hockey update from my sis. They lost in the county playoffs but still made Districts so her field hockey career lives on. I talked to her on the phone after their loss last night and felt so bad. As I told her it was one of those moments only a high school senior has. You want it over, you want to move on, and than suddenly you realize that it is almost over and that feeling just sucks.
And finally my thoughts are with a good friend. As always I'll respect her privacy but just say she has a very big day coming up soon. I’m so proud of that gurl and wish her all the luck in the world. I’ll be thinking about her. I know in my heart she will do well because she is just one of those special people, even if she doesn't realize it. Sometimes just the thought of her brings a smile to my face. I expect big things of that bitch ;)
The journey continues
The Veils - The Letter
To start it is, was, my parents anniversary. I called my dad first thing and we talked for awhile. I know days like this are always hard on him and i never know what to say so i just say hi. Sometimes that seems to be enough.
The only bad news of the day was that my Phillies lost game 3 of the NLCS to San Fran by a score of 3-0. They wasted a gem of a pitching performance by Cole Hamels in the process. I’m starting to get a bad feeling in my gut about this series.
I finally bought myself a netbook. I have wanted one for awhile, something that can do more than my Droid but yet isn’t as cumbersome as a laptop. But now I find myself watching AC with both my lap and the netbook in front of me. Almost like my own little version of Mission Control in the Village. I'm so damn ooc sometimes, i mean seriously I'm logged into twitter three diff ways!
Than a federal judge refused today to suspend her ruling that barred the implementation of the DADT policy, which forbids openly gay troops from serving in the military. I was intrigued as Lt. Dan Choi tweeted that he was going to the Times Square recruiting station to reenlist. Choi, who is a West Point graduate, had been expelled from the army after coming out on ‘The Rachel Maddow Show’ in March of 2009. He was going to enlist in the Marines but it seems he is too old so he reenlisted in the Army. Funny how they might need Arab linguists, who knew?
I also got a hockey update from my sis. They lost in the county playoffs but still made Districts so her field hockey career lives on. I talked to her on the phone after their loss last night and felt so bad. As I told her it was one of those moments only a high school senior has. You want it over, you want to move on, and than suddenly you realize that it is almost over and that feeling just sucks.
And finally my thoughts are with a good friend. As always I'll respect her privacy but just say she has a very big day coming up soon. I’m so proud of that gurl and wish her all the luck in the world. I’ll be thinking about her. I know in my heart she will do well because she is just one of those special people, even if she doesn't realize it. Sometimes just the thought of her brings a smile to my face. I expect big things of that bitch ;)
The journey continues
The Veils - The Letter
Monday, October 18, 2010
Observations from the Window 10.18
I had a thought to write myself out of the beginnings of an emo mood but a big Phillies win last night, a fun morning today, and a day off have done wonders for my mind. The artsie part is buzzing and just looking for something to do, either that or I have left a toy running somewhere. I’m suddenly not as tired as I have been and think I’m going to head out for some photo taking and some shopping but first some odds and ends that are on my mind.
I was watching MSNBC while I ate lunch today and the talk was about teen bullying and suicides. Philadelphia radio personality Michael Smerconish commented that he doesn’t think bullying today is any worse than it ever was but that what we have is heightened media attention causing a "shark attack syndrome." He also commented that there was bullying when he was in school too. I’m sure there was bullying than but there is one big difference today I can see and I was tempted to send off an email. By his look I would say all the bullying in his day was by word of mouth or hand written. Over the weekend I saw the totally awesome movie ‘The Social Network’ and in the movie is a line that stuck in my head and seems to fit here. “The internet's not written in pencil, Mark. It's written in ink." When somebody bullies on Facebook or in blogs or anyplace on the web it is there forever, just a Google search away. It is a little harder to get past something when anybody can see it anytime they want.
In the sports world my Phillies gave me one hell of a scare when they lost game of one the NLCS to San Francisco. I sat watching in the bar with a room full of victorious Yankees fans and didn’t enjoy that too much at all. Than last night I got to return the favor as the Phillies won game two in a rather convincing fashion and the Yankees had lost their game 2 on Saturday. Now I have to talk to Ash, I mean the boss, to get myself out of work tomorrow because FOX moved the game time up to 1 PM Pacific. Rumor has it the move was made so they didn’t have to preempt their show ‘Glee’. I never saw it, have no desire to see, and wonder why the fuck it is so important.
Finally the wind down of my sis’ high school field hockey career continues tonight as they play in Round 2 of the county championships. Already having beaten a perennial power, which had knocked my sis out of the playoffs two years in a row, they take on probably our high school’s most hated rival. I wish I could get down to see her play again but I haven’t been able to and I feel bad about that. Good luck sis!! Keep winning and maybe I’ll still get another chance. I’ll have to update later on the game.
flickr (check), flickr (check), blog (check). Time to shop ….
VersaEmerge - Past Praying For
(awesome vid!)
[hockey update - after taking a 1-0 lead my sis' team lost 2-1, all the scoring taking place in the first half. they did however make the district playoffs so her career lives on for now]
I was watching MSNBC while I ate lunch today and the talk was about teen bullying and suicides. Philadelphia radio personality Michael Smerconish commented that he doesn’t think bullying today is any worse than it ever was but that what we have is heightened media attention causing a "shark attack syndrome." He also commented that there was bullying when he was in school too. I’m sure there was bullying than but there is one big difference today I can see and I was tempted to send off an email. By his look I would say all the bullying in his day was by word of mouth or hand written. Over the weekend I saw the totally awesome movie ‘The Social Network’ and in the movie is a line that stuck in my head and seems to fit here. “The internet's not written in pencil, Mark. It's written in ink." When somebody bullies on Facebook or in blogs or anyplace on the web it is there forever, just a Google search away. It is a little harder to get past something when anybody can see it anytime they want.
In the sports world my Phillies gave me one hell of a scare when they lost game of one the NLCS to San Francisco. I sat watching in the bar with a room full of victorious Yankees fans and didn’t enjoy that too much at all. Than last night I got to return the favor as the Phillies won game two in a rather convincing fashion and the Yankees had lost their game 2 on Saturday. Now I have to talk to Ash, I mean the boss, to get myself out of work tomorrow because FOX moved the game time up to 1 PM Pacific. Rumor has it the move was made so they didn’t have to preempt their show ‘Glee’. I never saw it, have no desire to see, and wonder why the fuck it is so important.
Finally the wind down of my sis’ high school field hockey career continues tonight as they play in Round 2 of the county championships. Already having beaten a perennial power, which had knocked my sis out of the playoffs two years in a row, they take on probably our high school’s most hated rival. I wish I could get down to see her play again but I haven’t been able to and I feel bad about that. Good luck sis!! Keep winning and maybe I’ll still get another chance. I’ll have to update later on the game.
flickr (check), flickr (check), blog (check). Time to shop ….
VersaEmerge - Past Praying For
(awesome vid!)
[hockey update - after taking a 1-0 lead my sis' team lost 2-1, all the scoring taking place in the first half. they did however make the district playoffs so her career lives on for now]
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Observations from the Window 10.14, Anderson
I am walking around the neighborhood like I sometimes do to think and get a little exercise, ok and hope to see some NYU girls while I am at it. I’m just a few blocks from home and there it is again. Anderson Cooper’s gleaming red brick firehouse that I have passed so many times before. I look up at the second floor window and realize that Cooper himself is standing there as if looking over his kingdom. As I stand across Third Street, so nervous I have to light a cigarette, I look up again and see him smile ….
Alright so I am sitting in the window and that thought just went through my head. I have passed the firehouse many times but I have yet to see AC let alone his smile. Now I have never been attracted to men but after reading his recent quote on the derogatory use of the word gay in a movie trailer, basically gay = stupid, I realized something. AC is not a man but a goddess trapped in a man’s body. I have no proof whatsoever on this theory but I may have to look into it more.
No I am not going to become some sort of dark stalker. The gods know I cant afford to fly around the globe chasing him and some of the spots he goes, well, a tall dark leather clad lesbian would stand out. I have to find some pseudo scientific way to prove my theory from a distance. Any help given will be greatly appreciated.
On a more serious note I leave you with the quote ….
“We’ve got to do something to make those words unacceptable because those words are hurting kids. Someone else I talked to recently said that the words people use and the things people say about other kids online, it enters into their internal dialogue,” Cooper said in a discussion with Ellen DeGeneres. “And when you’re a kid, it can change the way you see yourself and the way you think about yourself, and the worth that you give to yourself. I think we need to really focus on what language we’re using.”
Sick Puppies - Maybe
Alright so I am sitting in the window and that thought just went through my head. I have passed the firehouse many times but I have yet to see AC let alone his smile. Now I have never been attracted to men but after reading his recent quote on the derogatory use of the word gay in a movie trailer, basically gay = stupid, I realized something. AC is not a man but a goddess trapped in a man’s body. I have no proof whatsoever on this theory but I may have to look into it more.
No I am not going to become some sort of dark stalker. The gods know I cant afford to fly around the globe chasing him and some of the spots he goes, well, a tall dark leather clad lesbian would stand out. I have to find some pseudo scientific way to prove my theory from a distance. Any help given will be greatly appreciated.
On a more serious note I leave you with the quote ….
“We’ve got to do something to make those words unacceptable because those words are hurting kids. Someone else I talked to recently said that the words people use and the things people say about other kids online, it enters into their internal dialogue,” Cooper said in a discussion with Ellen DeGeneres. “And when you’re a kid, it can change the way you see yourself and the way you think about yourself, and the worth that you give to yourself. I think we need to really focus on what language we’re using.”
Sick Puppies - Maybe
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Observations from the Gallery 10.13
marlith
For one of the few times since I started writing here I haven’t felt like writing. I guess I was in a bit of a mood as the world just seemed to swirl around me in a dark cloud. The teenage suicides I wrote about (l) followed by a series of anti-gay beatings in New York had the gallery in a melancholy mood and it doesn’t take much to send me over the edge.
Than last night I sat chatting with a friend as I watched the first Chilean miner rescued after over two months trapped in a mine. As my friend said sometimes the world does indeed need good news. That was followed by news that a judge had ordered the DOD to immediately suspend DADT. I’m sure that isn’t the end of DADT but as White House Press Secretary Robert Gibbs said “time is running out on 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell.'"
I’ll keep this short because it is my first attempt at posting by Droid and my fingers are getting sore. But here is how the world gets good news by twitter ….
@KingJames 17 Miners Rescued, 16 To Go. Let's Go!!
@MotherJones “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell,” don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out. http://tumblr.com/xlvllhbvh #dadt
I find myself in a much better mood today.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Observations from the Bar 10.8, the Phillies
An early Friday evening finds me wearing my Phillies jersey in a local Village bar surrounded by melancholy Mets fans and Yankees fans suffering from the usual superiority complex. This later group just seems to be begging for a dose of my Philly charm. I mean seriously, their team won one game and they think they already won the series. Excuse me! Whose team had the no hitter in game 1? Than they tell you how many World Series the Yankees have won over the years. Really guys I only care about last years and I want revenge for that so bad I can taste it.
Brian Anderson and Joe Simpson are announcing the Phils game. Who the hell are they and how did they get the job is all I want to know. I sense a payoff has taken place somewhere. It’s bad enough TBS gets all the games in this round but than to have poser announcers is just offensive. One early line tempts me to ask the bartender to turn off the sound. “The Reds are going to have to score runs to win.” No shit Einstein!
This bar has become my fav place to watch my sports when I can’t watch at home. Plenty of TVs and Corona on tap, what more could a sports loving girl ask for? I have worn my Flyers jersey, my PSU jersey, and my Phillies jersey here and never get anymore smack talk than I am willing to dish back. I can yell as much as I want and curse just as much and nobody gives me a second look. Not that I curse much, I am after all a polite girl.
Two innings, two errors, a wild pitch, and down 4-0. Not at all how I thought the Phils would start the game. We just totally suck tonight.
I don’t know why I feel so comfortable in this bar. It’s just inside the Village but really as close to blue collar type of place as you are going to get in this part of the city. Mostly filled with middle aged and older people but damnit it has the TVs. I remember the first time I walked in. I was looking for one game or another, couldn’t find it on any of the usual spots because the Lady Gaga vids are playing. I saw it through the front window as I walked by and almost screamed. I just walked in and sat down, ordered a beer, and proceeded to yell at the TV. Hey black clad lesbian sports fan walks in and starts yelling what’s not to like? But I have never heard a bad comment, any tasteless jokes, really nothing to make me feel the slightest bit out of place. So maybe the answer isn’t that hard after all. With beer, peanuts, and sports anything is possible. We can all get along.
You would think after the last four years I would have learned never to give up. It’s never too late for this team. Yet tonight I did begin to lose faith, it just didn’t seem possible the game was going. But they make me pay every time I waver and did it again tonight by winning 7-4.
The Veronicas - When It All Falls Apart
Brian Anderson and Joe Simpson are announcing the Phils game. Who the hell are they and how did they get the job is all I want to know. I sense a payoff has taken place somewhere. It’s bad enough TBS gets all the games in this round but than to have poser announcers is just offensive. One early line tempts me to ask the bartender to turn off the sound. “The Reds are going to have to score runs to win.” No shit Einstein!
This bar has become my fav place to watch my sports when I can’t watch at home. Plenty of TVs and Corona on tap, what more could a sports loving girl ask for? I have worn my Flyers jersey, my PSU jersey, and my Phillies jersey here and never get anymore smack talk than I am willing to dish back. I can yell as much as I want and curse just as much and nobody gives me a second look. Not that I curse much, I am after all a polite girl.
Two innings, two errors, a wild pitch, and down 4-0. Not at all how I thought the Phils would start the game. We just totally suck tonight.
I don’t know why I feel so comfortable in this bar. It’s just inside the Village but really as close to blue collar type of place as you are going to get in this part of the city. Mostly filled with middle aged and older people but damnit it has the TVs. I remember the first time I walked in. I was looking for one game or another, couldn’t find it on any of the usual spots because the Lady Gaga vids are playing. I saw it through the front window as I walked by and almost screamed. I just walked in and sat down, ordered a beer, and proceeded to yell at the TV. Hey black clad lesbian sports fan walks in and starts yelling what’s not to like? But I have never heard a bad comment, any tasteless jokes, really nothing to make me feel the slightest bit out of place. So maybe the answer isn’t that hard after all. With beer, peanuts, and sports anything is possible. We can all get along.
You would think after the last four years I would have learned never to give up. It’s never too late for this team. Yet tonight I did begin to lose faith, it just didn’t seem possible the game was going. But they make me pay every time I waver and did it again tonight by winning 7-4.
The Veronicas - When It All Falls Apart
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Observations 10.5, National Breast Cancer Awareness Month & the Dare
My sister and I are both a bit cocky, ok arrogant might be the word. Little did I know that my mini-me was beginning to take it to whole a new level. When I was at home Saturday she wanted me to take some pics of her for her Facebook and I said I would but if I liked them I wanted to post them too. Well she said I could on one little condition.
Now a some background is needed here. We both get our personalities from our mom, Sean and my dad are both totally laid back. Over seven years ago my mom passed away from some form of abdominal cancer, I don’t know that I ever did know the name of it. I do know that it was the beginning of one of the worst stretches of my life.
This being National Breast Cancer Awareness Month K came up with this. I had to do a photo of myself relating to that, I had to show some skin (her exact words), and I had to post it. Basically she was daring me to do it and a dare is a terrible thing to waste. So here is the result, I call it ‘the Dare’ (l).
National Breast Cancer Awareness Month educates women about the importance of early detection. More and more women are getting mammograms to detect breast cancer in its earliest stages. As a result, breast cancer deaths are on the decline. Encourage the women in your life to get mammograms on a regular basis. For additional information, please call one of the following toll-free numbers: American Cancer Society,(800) 227-2345, National Cancer Institute (NCI), (800) 4-CANCER, Y-ME National Breast Cancer Organization, (800) 221-2141
National Breast Cancer Awareness Month
Now a some background is needed here. We both get our personalities from our mom, Sean and my dad are both totally laid back. Over seven years ago my mom passed away from some form of abdominal cancer, I don’t know that I ever did know the name of it. I do know that it was the beginning of one of the worst stretches of my life.
This being National Breast Cancer Awareness Month K came up with this. I had to do a photo of myself relating to that, I had to show some skin (her exact words), and I had to post it. Basically she was daring me to do it and a dare is a terrible thing to waste. So here is the result, I call it ‘the Dare’ (l).
National Breast Cancer Awareness Month educates women about the importance of early detection. More and more women are getting mammograms to detect breast cancer in its earliest stages. As a result, breast cancer deaths are on the decline. Encourage the women in your life to get mammograms on a regular basis. For additional information, please call one of the following toll-free numbers: American Cancer Society,(800) 227-2345, National Cancer Institute (NCI), (800) 4-CANCER, Y-ME National Breast Cancer Organization, (800) 221-2141
National Breast Cancer Awareness Month
Monday, October 4, 2010
Observations from the Library 10.4
After my last post about the recent teen suicides (l) I started to write about when I was the dark arrogant jock artsie teen but I didn’t get it finished before I made a rushed trip home to my dad’s over the weekend. It was a planned rush so nothing bad there just that I drove home Saturday morning and back to the Village Sunday morning. I drove home to surprise my sis at her homecoming field hockey game. My brother had done the same the night before and the plan was for both of us to get there at the same time but it wasn’t meant to be. I decided to put my teen post on hold so I could write a little about my family.
My one time little sister will be 18 soon and ‘the Kid’ will be graduating from Penn State in December so odds are we will end up farther apart than we are now. I don’t see either of them nearly as much as I would like to, I’m just used to one or the other always being there and that hasn’t been the case since I moved up here. And than there is my dad, the quiet one, but the one I talk to every day about something or about nothing at all.
I learned a long time ago that my family is more important to me than anything else. As bad as things got in my life at times I never doubted my mom and dad would be there for me. They never once disappointed, not ever. My mom was gone before the worst of it but I knew exactly what she would have done. The same thing she did on many other occasions. Hug me with one arm, hand me a cup of coffee with the other, and than sit down and talk. She always seemed to have the perfect words to calm my overheating brain. My dad has been there though it all and now somehow seems to channel my mom because he seems to always say the right thing now. He has either gotten highly profound or I just started listening to him more. I'm not sure which it is but it works either way. On the other hand I can probably guess what he would say, I started listening.
And than there are the other two, the ones who just the thought of can bring a smile to my face. In a weird way they drive me to do better because I always want them to be proud of their illustrious older sister. Now I don’t know if they are always proud of her but, damnit, they will not forget her. It always seemed like my brother was pulling me up when I was down and than my sis would push me forward. And now my sis is my equal in so many ways. I say I want them to be proud of me but in the end it is I who couldn’t be more proud of the two of them.
I don’t know why I felt like writing this. It isn’t anything I haven’t written before here or there in this thing I call my blog, I just felt like saying it again. Partly as a reaction to those suicides I wrote about and partly because the four of us spent that all too rare day together over the weekend.
And how was the weekend? It was rather nice other than the fact my sis almost got kicked out of her game before it even started because she was arguing with the refs. I don’t know where she gets that cocky arrogant attitude from.
Apocalyptica ft.Gavin Rossdale - End Of Me
My one time little sister will be 18 soon and ‘the Kid’ will be graduating from Penn State in December so odds are we will end up farther apart than we are now. I don’t see either of them nearly as much as I would like to, I’m just used to one or the other always being there and that hasn’t been the case since I moved up here. And than there is my dad, the quiet one, but the one I talk to every day about something or about nothing at all.
I learned a long time ago that my family is more important to me than anything else. As bad as things got in my life at times I never doubted my mom and dad would be there for me. They never once disappointed, not ever. My mom was gone before the worst of it but I knew exactly what she would have done. The same thing she did on many other occasions. Hug me with one arm, hand me a cup of coffee with the other, and than sit down and talk. She always seemed to have the perfect words to calm my overheating brain. My dad has been there though it all and now somehow seems to channel my mom because he seems to always say the right thing now. He has either gotten highly profound or I just started listening to him more. I'm not sure which it is but it works either way. On the other hand I can probably guess what he would say, I started listening.
And than there are the other two, the ones who just the thought of can bring a smile to my face. In a weird way they drive me to do better because I always want them to be proud of their illustrious older sister. Now I don’t know if they are always proud of her but, damnit, they will not forget her. It always seemed like my brother was pulling me up when I was down and than my sis would push me forward. And now my sis is my equal in so many ways. I say I want them to be proud of me but in the end it is I who couldn’t be more proud of the two of them.
I don’t know why I felt like writing this. It isn’t anything I haven’t written before here or there in this thing I call my blog, I just felt like saying it again. Partly as a reaction to those suicides I wrote about and partly because the four of us spent that all too rare day together over the weekend.
And how was the weekend? It was rather nice other than the fact my sis almost got kicked out of her game before it even started because she was arguing with the refs. I don’t know where she gets that cocky arrogant attitude from.
Apocalyptica ft.Gavin Rossdale - End Of Me
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Observations from the Window 9.29, on the Recent Gay Suicides
Sometimes I get caught in my own world and forget that I am also part of various larger communities. I am a woman, I am an artist, and I am gay. I read as much as I can, keeping up with whatever news I find important or interesting, but still I missed something outright terrible happening during the last few weeks. I only know now because of a random tweet I saw and had to look into. “All these gay suicides this week. So much waste in the name of small-minded hatred. Please, reach out. I promise we are listening” said the tweet.
What I found was so disturbing I almost screamed ….
Two weeks ago Bill Lucas, 15, after another day of bullying during which he was told he should kill himself, went home and hanged himself in his grandmother’s barn. A Facebook page set up to remember him includes classmates’ comments making fun of the way he died and calling him anti-gay slurs.
A week ago Seth Walsh, 13, hanged himself from a tree in his backyard after years of anti-gay bullying. And last Wednesday Asher Brown, also 13, came out to his father in the morning, went to school where he had long been bullied for being gay, than returned home and shot himself. It both cases school administrators knew of the bullying but didn’t do a thing to stop it.
The final one I had seen on the news but didn’t know the circumstances. Also last Wednesday Tyler Clementi, 18, jumped off the George Washington Bridge. The Rutgers freshman had been caught on hidden cams having sex with another male student. Two other students posted these videos online. Both have been arrested and could spend up to five years in jail.
Of the estimated 5,000 teen suicides a year one third are gay which means a gay teen is 300 percent more likely to kill them self than a straight teen. The fear of losing friends, be kicked out of their home, and a society that makes them feel as if something is wrong with them all must take a toll. I have no clue and don’t pretend to know what the answer is, or for that matter what the question should be. I just know it’s such a waste, such a god damned waste.
I’m just thankful I had such supportive parents and I can never say how much that meant to me. It’s one of the few things I can’t put into words.
Please read ….
“There are several things that can help reduce the suicide risk factors for gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender youth. All of us can make a commitment to making the environment a safer place for them. Heterosexuals who read this can do a lot. Stop laughing at or ignoring the bigoted jokes and insults that are frequently made about sexual and gender minorities. Go a step further and confront those who make these remarks, telling them that you do not find them appropriate. Additionally, you can continue your own education about all sorts of people who are different than you, including sexual and gender minorities. Open your mind and your heart further. Communicate your caring to those around you. Support the struggles of this population to obtain the same basic civil rights you have, the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.” Paul Cody, PhD, UNH Counseling Center
And watch ….
What I found was so disturbing I almost screamed ….
Two weeks ago Bill Lucas, 15, after another day of bullying during which he was told he should kill himself, went home and hanged himself in his grandmother’s barn. A Facebook page set up to remember him includes classmates’ comments making fun of the way he died and calling him anti-gay slurs.
A week ago Seth Walsh, 13, hanged himself from a tree in his backyard after years of anti-gay bullying. And last Wednesday Asher Brown, also 13, came out to his father in the morning, went to school where he had long been bullied for being gay, than returned home and shot himself. It both cases school administrators knew of the bullying but didn’t do a thing to stop it.
The final one I had seen on the news but didn’t know the circumstances. Also last Wednesday Tyler Clementi, 18, jumped off the George Washington Bridge. The Rutgers freshman had been caught on hidden cams having sex with another male student. Two other students posted these videos online. Both have been arrested and could spend up to five years in jail.
Of the estimated 5,000 teen suicides a year one third are gay which means a gay teen is 300 percent more likely to kill them self than a straight teen. The fear of losing friends, be kicked out of their home, and a society that makes them feel as if something is wrong with them all must take a toll. I have no clue and don’t pretend to know what the answer is, or for that matter what the question should be. I just know it’s such a waste, such a god damned waste.
I’m just thankful I had such supportive parents and I can never say how much that meant to me. It’s one of the few things I can’t put into words.
Please read ….
“There are several things that can help reduce the suicide risk factors for gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender youth. All of us can make a commitment to making the environment a safer place for them. Heterosexuals who read this can do a lot. Stop laughing at or ignoring the bigoted jokes and insults that are frequently made about sexual and gender minorities. Go a step further and confront those who make these remarks, telling them that you do not find them appropriate. Additionally, you can continue your own education about all sorts of people who are different than you, including sexual and gender minorities. Open your mind and your heart further. Communicate your caring to those around you. Support the struggles of this population to obtain the same basic civil rights you have, the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.” Paul Cody, PhD, UNH Counseling Center
And watch ….
Observations from my Bed 9.29
(Consider yourself warned, what follows is my deciphering of some mad 3AM scribbles.)
Is three am late at night or is it early in the morning? It doesn’t really matter at all when your mind won’t let you sleep, just falling into one of those tired but wired moods. After looking at some photos I took earlier today I find I can’t stop thinking.
It was just a little photo job, some portfolio shots for a girl, I had fun and even got paid. But now I can’t get some idiotic thoughts out of my head. Lately I have been so totally immersed in my photography that I haven’t painted, or even thought about painting, at all. I know photography is an art, and a photographer is an artist in every sense of the word, but it just doesn’t have the same feel to me.
It is just so different from painting and not just the instant gratification aspect of it. When I paint a part of my brain takes over that sees things nobody else sees. A photo merely records what anybody can see given the same circumstances and time. In a painting I totally lose myself in a world of colors and emotions, sometimes losing myself for days at a time. When I take a photo I don’t come close to that feeling at all.
What has me thinking is this nagging fear that I am starting to lose that world, lose my ability to dive into it whenever I want. In so many ways that world is my ‘real’ world, the place I can lose myself, the place that I am happiest (other than a full Beaver Stadium on a Saturday night), and at times I just feel like it is all suddenly slipping away. So much is going on in my life that I may need that place more than ever but I can’t seem find it. It is as if I am standing in front of a locked door, reach for the key I always carried, and find it isn’t there.
(Hey, I did warn you.)
Danko Jones - Cadillac
Is three am late at night or is it early in the morning? It doesn’t really matter at all when your mind won’t let you sleep, just falling into one of those tired but wired moods. After looking at some photos I took earlier today I find I can’t stop thinking.
It was just a little photo job, some portfolio shots for a girl, I had fun and even got paid. But now I can’t get some idiotic thoughts out of my head. Lately I have been so totally immersed in my photography that I haven’t painted, or even thought about painting, at all. I know photography is an art, and a photographer is an artist in every sense of the word, but it just doesn’t have the same feel to me.
It is just so different from painting and not just the instant gratification aspect of it. When I paint a part of my brain takes over that sees things nobody else sees. A photo merely records what anybody can see given the same circumstances and time. In a painting I totally lose myself in a world of colors and emotions, sometimes losing myself for days at a time. When I take a photo I don’t come close to that feeling at all.
What has me thinking is this nagging fear that I am starting to lose that world, lose my ability to dive into it whenever I want. In so many ways that world is my ‘real’ world, the place I can lose myself, the place that I am happiest (other than a full Beaver Stadium on a Saturday night), and at times I just feel like it is all suddenly slipping away. So much is going on in my life that I may need that place more than ever but I can’t seem find it. It is as if I am standing in front of a locked door, reach for the key I always carried, and find it isn’t there.
(Hey, I did warn you.)
Danko Jones - Cadillac
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