Apolitical Intercourse

Okey dokey...

I rarely talk about politics.  I rarely write of politics.  I stay away from most political intercourse.  If I indulge with most Democrat friends then it's preaching to the choir...and Republican bashing. See...look...you're like me...we both hate them.  La La La. (Of course there are exceptions, and those are cherished.)

If I indulge with most Republican friends, I'm well aware I cannot sway them.  Most of my friends are intelligent creatures, well-educated, and have made informed decisions that work for them.  I'll ask them questions about how they arrived at those conclusions.  I rarely agree but I will listen.

For those with whom I indulge who are not intelligent, well-informed creatures, I'm well aware I cannot sway them.  It's not cool to be persuaded.  It's not cool to change your stance.  Especially in public.  Weak, weak, weak in the majority of this nation's eyes.

Oy.

Hate me.  I know this will not be a popular sentiment among most of my friends.  I think Mitt Romney actually did a good job last night.  A successful infomercial.  His warmongering finale was bizarre, but it followed a quiet, gentle plea to swing voters that I fear was quite effective.  Not to me. But he wasn't talking to me.  I'm an Obama Mama. I'm a "pro-choice, marriage for all, universal healthcare, caring for the health of the universe, a teensy bit of socialism never hurt anyone" vixen. (That's just a little too long to be an effective moniker, right?  I'll work on it.)

He wasn't talking to me.  It would have been bizarre and not at all cost-effective for him to talk to me.  

We're all strange bedfellows.  Get used to it.  If you're a Republican, what the hell, go ask your Democrat friends how they got that way. If you're a Democrat, hey hey hey, go on and ask your Republican friends how they got that way.  If you're a swinger who watched the RNC, whoah, don't stop there.  Watch the DNC next week.  Maybe we'll give you something as sadly strange as Clint Eastwood.*

And if you're a Democrat, don't get too comfortable. Especially if you're in a swing state.  You're not going to change anyone on FaceBook.  Get your ass and your mouth to a phone bank and work it.

Okey dokey.  That's my quiet, gentle plea. 







*Oh, that was too easy.  I promised I wouldn't do it.  There...I done did it.

THIS

has become my new favorite quote.  I don't know for how long.  I do know how come...

Creativity can be described as letting go of certainties. - Gail Sheehy

Letting go of certainties.  Surrendering to the unknown.

I'm uncertain, but it just may remain my favorite quote for a while.

make pretend

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.- Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

I always said, "make pretend" whilst growing up.  My mother always corrected me, "Make believe or pretend...not whatever it is you're saying."

I said it anyway.

The make pretend I'm doing now is eluding me.  So much loss.  Such a sense of disenfranchisement.  Such kow-towing.  It actually hurts. 

And it's Neil freakin' Simon.

I have to find the win.  

the artist and the arts

The artist is not a special kind of person; rather each person is a special kind of artist.

- Ananda Coomaraswamy

If you ax funding for the arts, Mr. Romney, you ax the people themselves...a veritable Lizzie Borden. - Me

To the Kind Gentleman

who asked if Baxter used to be bigger...

Yes.

One shouldn't put dogs in the dryer.  Even on delicate.  You can imagine what I found in the lint trap.  I could have made another dog out of what I found there.

Who knew?

They should come with instructions, right?

Hang-dry only. 

Delicate Cycle

I have a dooooooooooog.

OH MY GOSH

I amaze me. No blog yesterday. Even after the vow.

You know why?

WOEEEEEEFULLY unprepared at work.  WOEEEEEEEFULLY. 

And long walks with the stupid little dog. And registering at the gym.  And working out at the gym.  And rehearsing.  And food shopping. 

And watching porn on the internet...aka, looking for apartments.

Me try harder.  This shouldn't be this difficult.  But sometimes I have little more in my head than...

"I have a doooooog."

Meanwhile, "Oh my Gosh?"  Really?  It's taken all of two minutes in the midwest for that to develop?

Crikey.

New Job, New Vow

I'm hoping to Meet Me in St. Louis, Louis.  

The past year has been one of...well...TONS OF LOSS.  And now this is my second character recently who is dealing with...well...TONS OF LOSS.

And I'm hoping to  figure out how I can move on and through this world either carrying this loss in a wee bindle--hobo style.  Or just plain chucking it.

And hopefully Meet Me in St. Louis, Louis.  And see who I become.

And blog every day.  Even if it's bindle style.

Here's a Suggestion

Have a bottle of wine but no corkscrew?  Here's a suggestion.

Place it in the freezer and forget about it for 12 hours.  The freezing and expansion of the water molecules during the phase transition will thrust that pesky cork right from the bottle.


Or...you can be like me and forget you put the bottle of cheap-ass white in the freezer, fall asleep and wake up the next day to a winesicle.  Whichever.  The cork is out and the wine is cold.  

You're welcome.