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i am: 40...a capricorn / moon in pisces / libra rising...an old soul with a young spirit...older than i look...contemplating my 3rd tattoo...NOT a web designer...a lesbian...working things out with the g.f....a native iowan...a graduate of cornell college and ohio state...a critical reader and thinker...really rather shy...agnostic...an ardent feminist...a bleeding-heart liberal...a pacifist...and so not your average white grrl...
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February 20, 2004
right to the riteeveryone's talking about it. del and phyllis did it. so did ej's friends. and the other nite, my friends joyce and denise called on their drive home from the san francisco courthouse to share that they had just waited 6 1/2 hours in line to do it. (fortunately, they had thought to bring a chair for the 9-months-pregnant-due-on-monday denise.)
i found derek powazek's site via a link over at michelle's. looking thru all his photographs, i cried. how can anyone look at these people...these happy, committed, and now married people...and think that it's anything but good and beautiful and right?
i ordered the poster and had it shipped to joyce and denise. "justly married," indeed.
whether we want to marry or not, we deserve the right to make that choice. it's just that simple.
3:40 PM
February 18, 2004
red gig, blue gig, old gig, new gigpeople keep asking me how the new job's going, so i guess that means that i never blogged about the timeline. oops.
the next 2 weeks: purge, pack, and wrap shit up at the old gig
february 29: last day at the part-time gig (at least for awhile...)
march 3: last day at the (full-time) old gig
march 4 or 5: board the cats and leave for indianapolis for the tournament
march 6 (or thereabouts, we hope): dinner w/ michelle and b?
march 8 (we hope): watch my buckeyes play in the tournament finals
march 9-14: rest, relax, and regroup
march 15-16: orientation at the new gig
march 17: my first day in my new office
so there you have it.
2:31 PM
February 13, 2004
stuff that makes me smile(because if i don't, i might cry.)
* "mr. isaac" fitting elmo for a tuxedo on the isaac mizrahi show.
* ellen degeneres dancing *singing that phrase to the tune of bananarama's "robert deniro's waiting"*
* sherri pulling up in front of my house the other night, driving a van full of kids from the guild, blocking traffic and yelling my name until i came outside.
* my buckeyes' HUGE win over the 10th-ranked gophers last night (perhaps there's hope for them in the big ten tournament, after all.).
* sandra talking basketball with the men sitting near us at the games, surprising them with the fact that she knows more about the game than they do.
11:01 AM
February 10, 2004
a note to r. kellyas much as i don't like you or your music, i often found myself humming along to the rather pleasing little melody that is "step in the name of love." until, that is, i actually listened to it recently.
in the first line, you sing, Many lovers has come, and Many lovers have gone. okay, so...did you figure out that you got it wrong the first time, so you just thought you'd correct it for the second? and, if so, why didn't you just go back and correct the first one, too? instead, you left it like that. (did you run out of studio time or something?) it makes you look like a total idiot dumb.
oh, and...why do you insist on pronouncing the word, similar as if it contains the letter, "u"...as in simular? this makes you look like an even bigger idiot dumb, too. over and over and over again.
come on, r'rra. there's creativity with language. there's "urban" slang. and then? there's just plain ignorance. and laziness. as if there weren't already enough reasons to dislike you....
i suggest you hire an editor. one with a grasp of the english language. please. mmm, thanks.
1:49 PM
February 06, 2004
revolutionslove is medicine for this life.
—kenna, "vexed & glorious" despite the week this has been, at least i've been enjoying new music. okay, so not exactly new-new, but new to me. so...just thought i'd share:
* joss stone, the soul sessions (thanks, ej *smile*)
* goapele, even closer (thanks again, ej!)
* anthony hamilton, comin' from where i'm from
* kenna, new sacred cow
* morcheeba, parts of the process
2:21 PM
February 05, 2004
the cardwhen i left to go to work this morning, i discovered that the front passenger window of my car had been busted out, and some things were stolen. not much, thankfully...the alarm (which i didn't hear) probably scared them off...just a leather portfolio (which must have slipped to the floor and eluded my glance around as i got out of the car) containing several copies of my resume (which is a little disconcerting), an engraved pen-and-pencil set that i got for my 5-year anniversary in this job (isn't that ironic?), a bunch of information about my new place of employment, some other papers, and the title to my car...the latter of which is, to my surprise, quite easily replaceable. they left $1.75 in parking meter money, 3 pairs of sunglasses, a hairbrush, an ice scraper/brush, 2 books, and the cd changer and cds in the trunk (which they didn't get into at all). so...no sweat. tho it was a little weird that my car had been parked in 3 different places yesterday between the time i left work and the time i got home...all of which were in the same rather questionable neighborhood...and nothing happened until i got home and parked in front of my own house, one block off one of the busiest streets in town, in a neighborhood with a very visible police presence.
but there was one more thing in that portfolio that cannot be replaced: they took the card. now, sandra has given me many, many cards and letters over the years, and i've kept them all. but that was the one i carried around with me. i usually forgot it was in there, amidst all the other papers and stuff. but i spotted it at some point yesterday, and my heart leapt...and then sank. so much has changed. i can hardly believe that it's 3 months ago today that she moved out.
i'm glad that i blogged about the card, so that its words...which conjure up my exact feelings upon receiving and reading it...are preserved for posterity (provided blogger doesn't just up and disappear someday). but this card, this symbol, is now gone. and i have cried several times today over that. isn't that crazy??
it's just that...that card so perfectly captured the experience of how we met...not to mention our feelings 5 years later. she had given it to me during a time when all was right with us, or at least it felt that way. and i'm so afraid that we won't be able to get to a place that feels like that, ever again.
and i fucking hate that fucking people just break into your fucking car and steal stuff that is completely meaningless to them and not even valuable, but that means so much to you. people suck.
11:33 AM
February 04, 2004
analyze thisso, even tho i don't start until mid-march, i went down to my new place of employment for a little "meet & greet" today. when i first walked in, the place was abuzz with all sorts of activity...people rushing around and busily collating reports...volunteers in their little logo'ed polo shirts, working with children...lots going on. when i saw my new boss, she said that she was busy finishing up something, and why didn't i take a little swim in the pond out back while i was waiting for her?
so i did just that. it was weird, tho, because there were thousands of ducks on the pond, just swimming around. it felt weird to be swimming amongst them...i saw their bright orange, webbed feet when i was swimming underwater, and i felt them brushing up against my skin as i moved around. at some point, i'd had enough swimming, so i swam to shore, went back inside, and got dressed.
except that, in my haste, i must've forgotten to dry off, because i was still dripping wet. and when i looked down, i was wearing some strange get-up that had one pant-leg, but the other half was a long skirt. just as i was trying to figure out what the hell it was that i had on and where my shoes were...while noticing that the bright red polish on my toenails was chipped...the president spotted me, his face lit up, and he rushed over. he was dressed really casually, in jeans and a button-down, which surprised me...everyone had been dressed all corporate-like when i was last there (for the interview). he was so happy to see me that he literally tackled me to the ground in a big hug. "i HAVE to talk to you," he said. we got up and he led me over to a sofa in the middle of all the activity. we sat down, and he actually came out to me! it was strange...because, during the interview, my gaydar had totally gone off with him, despite the pictures of the wife and kids scattered about the office. i guess it'd been accurate.
we talked a little while longer...and then suddenly, my mom showed up! the prez had to rush off, so mom and i had lunch in the hospital cafeteria. and then...i woke up. i don't usually remember this level of detail even minutes after i'm awake but, for some reason, i did with this dream. weird.
i actually am going down to the new gig for a little "meet & greet" this afternoon. and my gaydar actually did go off with the prez, despite the family photos. but THIS is the way that my subconscious works, people. and this was waaaay more detailed than when i dreamt, the night before my drug screen and fingerprinting last week, that i was supposed to take a swimming test but had forgotten to shave my legs.
should i be worried?? what's with all the swimming, anyway? and the chipped red toenail polish? and, for the love of god(dess), the DUCKS??
so i did a little online research on dream symbolism; here's what i came up with (or the relevant parts, anyway):water: symbolizes the unconscious; depths of imagination and creativity.
swimming: suggests venturing into the realm of the unconscious; swimming toward shore suggests good fortune in business and financial affairs, achieved through hard work.
being wet: suggests a transition phase; increasing flexibility; restoring life to something; immersing oneself in one's emotions.
ducks:suggest getting organized, as in putting one's ducks in a row; swimming ducks suggest a lucky journey.
my mom: symbolizes guidance and care. the brain is a fascinating thing.
2:17 PM
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