Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
I've been having a hard time lately. It's like that saying--once you know you can never go back. Well, I feel that way not just about feminism, or racism, or capitalism but also about animals. Once I learned how they are treated by us, humans, I just can't go back to a lifestyle that supports it.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Kristy Thomas, President of the Babysitter's Club.
Friday, June 24, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
The other night I watched this really awful television show (which will remain nameless so no one out there tries to do the same to prove me wrong) but during one episode the high-strung-cheerleader-blonde-popular woman, now 6 years out of high school and married had a breakdown. During the breakdown she mentioned that her husband fit her list and that's why she married him. She remarked, "I was so busy worrying that he didn't love me I never stopped to ask myself if I loved him."
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
The other day I turned on Atlas 4D on netflix, a tv series from Discovery Channel that examines our ever-changing planet.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
I wish it was this cold yesterday when my sunburn was in full force, but the cool breeze still feels good on my very red skin.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
I've been thinking about food quite frequently, probably because I enjoy eating large quantities of it. But mainly i've been thinking about our ancestors and I just want to thank them for figuring out how to plant, grow, cook and eat all of these amazing foods. It's pretty weird some of the stuff we do to food. I don't know if I would have ever been creative enough to invent half of the stuff that's out there today (and I'm pretty inventive, hello mini-martini).
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
I finally sat outside long enough to see the stars in full bloom. Magnificent.
Also, I never noticed the throb of a city before. I can see Boulder from a distance but only the lights pulsating and beating and sparkling.
It reminds me of glitter.
It reminds me of cells.
I think glitter is just a cell of a star that’s fallen on earth to make it shine a little brighter.
“Catch a fallen star and put it in your pocket; never let it fade away.”
The city looks like an organ; a heart, a lung, a liver, always flowing, always shining—it’s there awake, breathing, working, moving, thinking, dreaming, at all times—even when one isn’t watching it closely. Tiny cells working together to create a space we can exist in. Both large and small scale--large like a city, small like our bodies, but that's all science talk.
Can I just say I tire of people who dislike glitter. I mean seriously, what does it hurt? Oh, it gets in your hair. Oh, it gets on your skin. So what? It’s not like a poisonous gas, a pesticide, a pestilential fume. Glisten a little. Get your shimmer on.
Glitter til’ I die.
Last full day of house-sitting. I think I got my fill of solitude, though mountain-life I'll never shy away from.
Sugar was an exceptional animal. She was loving and licking. She enjoyed m&m's and barking at birds or other noisy incidents happening outside.
She liked riding the four-wheeler and taking walks with my mom down the gravel road.
Most of all she enjoyed sleeping (that's what we had the most in common).
Once when she was a teenager one of my male cousins threw her off our second story deck. Somehow she survived through that but she was suspicious of men from then on out (perhaps she believed in bringing down the patriarchy I don't know, I never asked).
Sugar was with us almost 13 years. That's like half of my life. It's strange to think about that. But she was a joy to be around; I don't think anyone should regret having an animal in their life just because they have to also deal with the animal's passing. We all go through the cycle.
She will be missed greatly but was also loved dearly, and that's all anyone, animal or human can really ask for.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Day 2 of house-sitting.
I’m really good at eating other people’s food. It’s so exciting to be able to go through a fridge and take whatever you want without thinking about how much it cost at the store. Oh gluttony. The cat didn’t come back in until midnight this morning. And today just 30 minutes ago it came back with a dead mouse in its mouth and is refusing to drop it. Commands that normally work on dogs are not working in this sly animal. I know he was trying to be nice and bring me a present, but he doesn’t understand I prefer chocolate to rodent.
And I’ve been seeing a lot of spiders, which really freaks me out. I think they’re going to crawl in my mouth while I’m sleeping.
They also have this water fountain that reminds me of a plumbing problem we recently just had fixed, but at the same time relaxes me and makes me need to go pee.
I wonder if the cat is going to eat the mouse?
I swear I’ve been feeding the thing.
I guess they could save some money on food that way.
Other than that I feel like I’m just wasting my time on the computer. I wish I could get off of it and figure out my life but I guess that will have to wait until tomorrow. (Because figuring out my life will only take one day of planning. )
"Because the machine will try to grind you into dust anyway, whether or not we speak." -- Audre Lorde
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
This week I haven't really cooked anything new. We made a bunch of falafel which lasted almost the whole week. Delicious to wrap in a tortilla with lettuce, pickles and hot sauce.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
I just realized the other day that the Little Mermaid is a minority. I mean obviously, she has fins.
"If I become human, I'll never be with my father or sisters again!
- That's right. But you'll have your man. Life's full of tough choices, isn't it? Oh, and there is one more thing. We haven't discussed the subject of payment. You can't get something for nothing, you know
- But I don't have any...
- I'm not asking much. Just a token really, a trifle. You'll never even miss it. What I want from you is... your voice
- My voice?
- You've got it, sweetcakes. No more talking, singing. Zip
- But without my voice how can I..."