Thursday, June 30, 2011
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
It rained all day. It's June 28th, and it rained all day. Almost all of the customers who commented on this peculiarity today had to let me know that they didn't mind it at all. In fact, I love the rain. Or, It reminds me of home! Or even, It's so refreshing after the hot days we've been having. Even after saying, I've lived here 30 years and this has never happened before. It's unbelievable.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
1. Social justice work has next-to-nothing to do with what we are paid to do. What we are paid to do has to do with capitalism. Social justice work is about how we are, who we are, what we say, and what we do, all the time, but in particular during those precious moments when we are not caught up in the capitalist machine, not producing or consuming or selling or purchasing. Those moments in which we are just being . . . just connecting with one another, talking, sharing space . . . who we are in those moments is everything, our true work.
2. I am beautiful, worthy, fiery, lovable, smart, and uniquely gifted.
3. Hugs & chai & coloring with crayons really make everything just a little bit better.
4. So do bike rides.
5. So does therapy.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
I called to him and called to him and he just kept on barking. Thinking something might be wrong, I ran outside to grab him, leaving both my contact lenses and glasses on the bathroom sink. And of course, a neighbor I had never met before was trying to befriend little Poo-Bah, hence the non-stop barking. I stood there kind of awkwardly, as she decided that was the moment to befriend to me, as well. I debated telling her that I was seriously visually impaired at that moment, but felt uncomfortable at the prospect of saying something like, "Hi, it's nice to meet you, and in case I am blinking repeatedly or looking at you funny, I feel I should let you know that I can't see a thing without my contacts, which I don't have on my eyeballs right now." I kept wondering if she thought I was acting strange. Then, she decided to tell me her name.
"Wendy, it's nice to meet you. I'm Mahfam."
All I noticed then was: Blurry human shape in front of me who, if I really focused, appeared to be trying to comprehend what I just said. It was SO AWESOME. I didn't have to experience the scrunched up face and the dropped jaw and the raised eyebrows or ANY of it. I want to take out my contacts before introducing myself to everyone I meet for the rest of my life.
(And that ends my practice of writing for the sake of writing.)
Tracy Morgan is a douchebag. I don't want to reiterate everything everyone else has said. I just want to remind people that little queer kids are fucking awesome.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
"A soft feminine cloth that soothes and refreshes and gently cleanses to help remove odor."
Sounds like something that probably shouldn't go in your vagina.
I'm in NOLA, on very little sleep, so this is the best I got right now. Say hi to Ada back there!