There is no toss-up.
Sleep does NOT win out over flying trapeze. I think maybe nothing wins out over flying trapeze. OHMYGOD that was fun. Beyond fun. My hands are rubbed raw and I will be too sore to move a muscle in the morning, and it's worth all that AND too little sleep, and then some.
Anyone want to go to trapeze class with me next week?
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
way past my bedtime
And I thought last night was late, after getting home at 12:30 from a long-overdue friend visit that turned into me crouching by his computer "watching" the exciting end of the Twins game (Go Twinks!). But this is Friday night, after all. And there's nothing like a good old debate-watching party to lift the spirits (the liberal ingestion of, um, spirits helps too). Now it's 2:00am, which is really an absurdly late hour to be awake, what with having flying trapeze class in the morning.
I think it's going to be canceled because of rain, though. And given that I would need to get up for it in six hours, give or take, I actually almost hope it's canceled, especially if they reschedule for next week. Hm, flying through the air vs. getting more sleep. It's a toss-up.
Even before trapeze class, I can say with sincerity - but don't just take my word on this; go find out for yourself - there is nothing like flying through the air to remind you that you love life.
By the way, since it's now the job of the internet to tell us who won the debate, here's my take... I think Obama was great, I think McCain looks kind of pathetic when he tries to have that smirky grin on his face, and I think we'll know on Nov. 5 who won the debate.
I think it's going to be canceled because of rain, though. And given that I would need to get up for it in six hours, give or take, I actually almost hope it's canceled, especially if they reschedule for next week. Hm, flying through the air vs. getting more sleep. It's a toss-up.
Even before trapeze class, I can say with sincerity - but don't just take my word on this; go find out for yourself - there is nothing like flying through the air to remind you that you love life.
By the way, since it's now the job of the internet to tell us who won the debate, here's my take... I think Obama was great, I think McCain looks kind of pathetic when he tries to have that smirky grin on his face, and I think we'll know on Nov. 5 who won the debate. Wednesday, September 24, 2008
you heard it here first
Because I have officially lost faith that good intentions can prevail over ego and incompetence and bureaucracy in the work world (yup, and I've been in the work world only five years. Impressive, no?)...
Because I miss the world of ideas, and haggling over theory and dissecting structural violence and privilege and writing papers instead of sleeping enough (I'm not sure about that last one, but it seems to go with the others, so I may as well embrace it)...
Because reading for pleasure is just too much fun...
Because maybe, maybe, if I play my cards right and things fall into place, I'll come out on the other side more employable...
Because I'm totally in love with where I live, so clearly I need to move...
Because massive debt is fun...
... I think I'm going to try to go to grad school next fall.
And because if two years worth of massive debt is fun, three years must be even more fun...
... I think I want to get a dual Master's degree in International Affairs and Urban and Environmental Policy and Planning.
And if we're really dreaming big here, then maybe I want to go from there and get a Ph.D. and teach college students how to be critical thinkers and social activists.
There, I said it.
That's the hard part, right? Saying it out loud, declaring it to the world? Taking the GRE, applying to school, going to school, and somehow paying for school are the easy parts, yes? I'm sure I read that somewhere once.
Because I miss the world of ideas, and haggling over theory and dissecting structural violence and privilege and writing papers instead of sleeping enough (I'm not sure about that last one, but it seems to go with the others, so I may as well embrace it)...
Because reading for pleasure is just too much fun...
Because maybe, maybe, if I play my cards right and things fall into place, I'll come out on the other side more employable...
Because I'm totally in love with where I live, so clearly I need to move...
Because massive debt is fun...
... I think I'm going to try to go to grad school next fall.
And because if two years worth of massive debt is fun, three years must be even more fun...
... I think I want to get a dual Master's degree in International Affairs and Urban and Environmental Policy and Planning.
And if we're really dreaming big here, then maybe I want to go from there and get a Ph.D. and teach college students how to be critical thinkers and social activists.
There, I said it.
That's the hard part, right? Saying it out loud, declaring it to the world? Taking the GRE, applying to school, going to school, and somehow paying for school are the easy parts, yes? I'm sure I read that somewhere once.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
best idea ever
The following message was forwarded to me this morning. I acted on it and I hope you will too. Why? Because protest is good, and hilarious protest that supports great organizations is even better.
Subject: FW: Best Idea Ever!
Dear Friends, We may have thought we wanted a woman on a national political ticket, but the joke may have been on us. Are you frightened as I am by Palin's position on women's issues? May I pass along the following fiendishly brilliant idea?
Make a donation to Planned Parenthood. Of any amount, in Sarah Palin's name. Here's the best part: when you make a donation to PP in her name, they'll send her a card telling her that the donation has been made in her honor. It won't change the election but it will support an important organization and it will make women's voices heard. Here's the link to the Planned Parenthood website:
http://www.plannedparenthood.org/
You'll need to check 'make honorary or memorial gift,' and fill in the name of the person you want to 'honor,' i.e. Palin. Fill in the address to let PP know where to send the 'in Sarah Palin's honor' card. If you use the address for the McCain campaign headquarters, they'll get the message.
McCain's headquarters address:
McCain for President
John McCain 2008
P.O. Box 16118
Arlington, VA 22215
Please free to send this along to all your women -- and men friends and urge them to do the same.
Subject: FW: Best Idea Ever!
Dear Friends, We may have thought we wanted a woman on a national political ticket, but the joke may have been on us. Are you frightened as I am by Palin's position on women's issues? May I pass along the following fiendishly brilliant idea?
Make a donation to Planned Parenthood. Of any amount, in Sarah Palin's name. Here's the best part: when you make a donation to PP in her name, they'll send her a card telling her that the donation has been made in her honor. It won't change the election but it will support an important organization and it will make women's voices heard. Here's the link to the Planned Parenthood website:
http://www.plannedparenthood.org/
You'll need to check 'make honorary or memorial gift,' and fill in the name of the person you want to 'honor,' i.e. Palin. Fill in the address to let PP know where to send the 'in Sarah Palin's honor' card. If you use the address for the McCain campaign headquarters, they'll get the message.
McCain's headquarters address:
McCain for President
John McCain 2008
P.O. Box 16118
Arlington, VA 22215
Please free to send this along to all your women -- and men friends and urge them to do the same.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
what this is
This is a grieving process. I realized it this past weekend, while I mercifully escaped into the Cheese Queen's gorgeously nutty house in Ashfield, MA for a harmony singing workshop with the lovely Val Mindel and Emily Miller. Mostly I kept my mind off work, as there was enough to occupy my brain. But several times I did suddenly realize that my mind had wandered back into the minefield and I had to go retrieve it before anything bad happened.
During one of those wanderings, I guess, it came to me that part of the reason I feel like I'm on a constant emotional roller coaster is that I'm grieving for what could have been, for the possibilities of my job that will now never be realized.
Except until certain things happen, it's more like grieving for someone that has a terminal illness but hasn't yet died. Or being in a relationship that has a predetermined end date. Just waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak. I'm not saying that this is as bad as dealing with a loved one's terminal illness; thank God I don't know from experience. But in a way it's not terribly different. When you have a vision of your life that's pretty great, and pretty much on-track, and suddenly it's thrown out the window and there's apparently nothing you can do about it, that feels pretty major.
I will be fine, one way or another. As Billy Jonas sings (six or seven times a day on my iPod these days), "any way you go you're gonna get there." Obviously there are oodles of privilege running around my life, and no matter what happens I will find a way to land on my feet, and even (though I don't want to jinx anything there) stay in my wonderful new apartment and keep dancing and singing.
I just have to grieve a while first.
During one of those wanderings, I guess, it came to me that part of the reason I feel like I'm on a constant emotional roller coaster is that I'm grieving for what could have been, for the possibilities of my job that will now never be realized.
Except until certain things happen, it's more like grieving for someone that has a terminal illness but hasn't yet died. Or being in a relationship that has a predetermined end date. Just waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak. I'm not saying that this is as bad as dealing with a loved one's terminal illness; thank God I don't know from experience. But in a way it's not terribly different. When you have a vision of your life that's pretty great, and pretty much on-track, and suddenly it's thrown out the window and there's apparently nothing you can do about it, that feels pretty major.
I will be fine, one way or another. As Billy Jonas sings (six or seven times a day on my iPod these days), "any way you go you're gonna get there." Obviously there are oodles of privilege running around my life, and no matter what happens I will find a way to land on my feet, and even (though I don't want to jinx anything there) stay in my wonderful new apartment and keep dancing and singing.
I just have to grieve a while first.
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