On the Twelfth DaY of the #Resistance

On the Twelfth DaY of the #Resistance, TiZ reveals to you...

I am on a week long hiatus from politics.
My head is full of puppy dogs and songs.
I fostered a dog for Christmas. His working title is Felix Navidad.
I am more at ease.
I will reconvene on January 2nd.
I was disappointed by the Tax Bill vote.
I will most likely take off one week per month from politics.
I’m not sure I should know as much about how the sausage gets made.
I wonder as I wander: How easy would it be to become an Irish citizen? What is their lottery like?
If I know someone celebrates Christmas and I wish them a Merry Christmas and you correct me and say, “Happy Holidays,” I admit to feeling the urge to smack you.
I fear we are heading for a strange boomerage (typo...keeping it) of liberal puritanism.
I GOTTA BE ME! (Which is right now the me that drinks champagne and eats chocolate cake.)

On the Eleventh DaY of the #Resistance

On the Eleventh DaY of the #Resistance, TiZ reveals to you.

I miss my head being filled by puppy dogs and songs.
Songs
Puppy dogs
Puppy dogs
Songs
Fullhead
Songs 
Puppies
Dogs
Woof
La la la

On the Tenth DaY of the #Resistance

On the Tenth DaY of the #Resistance, TiZ reveals to you...

Every once in a while I would post about volunteering at Clinton HQs. People thought I was being a braggart.  Nope. I wanted you to join me. Not enough people joined in.

I used to do every petition that made sense to me that came my way. I’ve since slowed down.

I have all of my senators’ numbers programmed into my phone in case I can’t get through to a specific number.

My congressman’s staff members quite probably think I’m a nudge.

I went to my first rally / march last November in NY. There were 100 people.

My next was the Women’s March in Toronto. There were 70,000 people. They only expected 7.000.

My boss postponed rehearsal so we could attend.

I hosted a intention circle on inauguration morning. I have to say the people who attended handled the day more gently than those who didn’t. 

I started posting Daily Calls to Action on Facebook. I think some people do them.

I used to try and engage Trump supporters. I finally had to stop after being called a snowflake one too many times. I honestly find those who still support him so aggressive, self-aggrandizing and unkind that I can’t bear it.

On the Ninth DaY of the #Resistance

On the Ninth DaY of the #Resistance, TiZ reveals to you...

I once overloaded so badly on political news that I blew an audition to the extent all I had was one line to say. I was completely incapable of saying the line.

I now stay away from political news before an audition.

On weekends I basically goes through news cleanses. They are far more enjoyable than juice cleanses.

Sometimes the Trump administration blows my plan with their Friday night extravagant announcements.

I phonebank for out of state candidates

I used to sign most every petition that came my way.

After the election I wrote Obama any number of times with ideas, especially how to appoint Merrick Garland.  I HAD IDEAS!

I wrote so many times I finaly got a nice email back from Obama...which means it went beyond an intern reading it which made me feel quite special
.
After the election I left weeping messages at Clinton HQ. 

On the Eighth DaY of the #Resistance

On the Eighth DaY of the #Resistance, TiZ reveals to you...

On the Eighth DaY of the #Resistance, TiZ reveals to you...

Eight more quotes from my #ResistanceBook...


You have to act as if it were possible to radically transform the world. And you have to do it all the time. — Angela Davis

You gain strenth, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. — Eleanor Roosevelt

People are people, no matter what. —Maggie (of Karine’s in Toronto)

They have seemingly put a dam in teh swamp and are filling it with nuclear waste. — Me

Around the world, most activists aim at a particular goal and often forget relationship. However, without ongoing relationship, activism is unsustainable. — Arnold Mindell

That’s the problem with the American Dream - it makes everyone concerned with the day they’re going to be rich.  — The West Wing

When nothing is sure, everything is possible. — Margaret Drabble

The world needs a dry martini sometimes. — Adrian Noble

On the Seventh DaY of the #Resistance

On the Seventh Day of the #Resistance, TiZ reveals to you...

For the first half a year I kept any activism journal, chronicling every move I made.

My favorite aspects are some quotes I collected. These are the first seven...

No one is bornig hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background or his religion. People must learn to hate and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite. — Nelson Mandela

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. — Dr. Martin Luther King

The range of what we think and do is governed by what we fail to see and because we fail to see that we fail to see there is little to do until we see how failing to see shapes our every thought and deed. — R.D. Laing

Everything is inside you; original substance. — Sande Shurin

Show up. Dive in. Persevere. — President Barack Obama

Justice moves when we make it move. — Craig Lucas

Never a bystander. — Gerda Frieberg

On the Sixth Day of the #Resistance

On the Sixth Day of the #Resistance, TiZ reveals to you...

The first time I ever wrote to Congress was after the Pulse massacre last summer.

I was in Toronto and I wrote and wrote and wrote. 

I hosted a write-in at my flat. (One person showed up.)

I wrote during rehearsal on my trusty iPad. (I had a very small role.)

Sometimes I had to cheat the system because Congresspeople of whom I am not a constituent really had no interest in hearing from me. So I found addresses in their districts through which I would get into the system, and then I would own up that I was noa constituent.

I wrote to all U.S. Senators and 1/2 of the House.

On the Fifth DaY of the #Resistance

On the Fifth DaY of the #Resistance, TiZ reveals to you...

I phonebanked over 100 hours down at Clinton HQ.

It was a long journey to get there...both physically and metaphorically.

I tried every which way to volunteer and was seemingly thwarted every which way but up.

After not being allowed on a bus to canvas in PA, throwing quite a large fit and eating lots of breakfast meats with Katie, we stormed HQ and charmed our way in. 

We met a brilliant intern (who remains dear to my heart although I no longer see her) and Katie and I not only stayed and made calls for a couple of hours that day, we made our presences known for the next month and a half.

On the Fourth DaY of the #Resistance

On the Fourth DaY of the #Resistance, TiZ reveals to you...

I wore my Obama t-shirt the day before the election while flying back from St. Louis.  It was the first and only time I’ve ever been stopped and searched by U.S. security.

The night before the election was my grown-up date with a new boyfriend. We were both so freaked out by the election we stayed up very very very very very late...or early. And he wasn’t even American.

While taking the subway home after watching Obama’s acceptance speech, we stopped at Columbia where a young man picked up crying ol’ me and twirled me around the subway. I loved him.

I made this video yesterday. Although I like it, I’m sorry I think it’s necessary. If you don’t like it, please don’t tell me.

On the Third Day of the #Resistance

On the Third Day of the #Resistance, TiZ reveals to you...

The first time I ever voted was in 1996 for Bill Clinton.

I was too damned lazy to vote in mid-term elections until 2002.

I phonebanked for Al Gore. And John Kerry. I skipped Obama (seemingly lucky for him, yight?)

On the Second Day of the #Resistance

On the Second Day of the #Resistance, TiZ reveals to you...

As a child and young adult politics were never discussed.

The first time my mother vote democrat in decades was for Obama. And she looked at me and said, “You better be right.” 

On the First Day of the #Resistance

Yeah...I’m figuring there isn’t much of anything that any one of you doesn’t know about me. (Did I double negative the right amount?)

So, welcome to The Twelve Days of the #Resistance or

How a completely apolitical lady finally got tres scared, buckled down and got woke.

Yeah...I really can’t use that word, can I?

So, on the First Day of  the #Resistance, TiZ reveals to you...

I grew up in a pretty darned Republican family. I mean...who didn’t in the 60s and 70s?

On the Thirty-First DaY of TiZmas

On the Thirty-First DaY of TiZmas, TiZ reveals to you...

31 grabs or take-alongs for 2017


Peace on Earth, Goodwill to Men

Work to be proud of

Righteous and rightful business

Political activism

Honor

Shekels

Vibrant Health

Producing

Studio time (damn I love to record)

Whole foods (not the store Whole Paycheck)

Friendship

Love

Matching wit 

Bicycling

Being art of the solution not the problem

Throwing Clay Like a Madwoman

TV and film jobs

Common Sense

Beautiful homesteading

Dog run extraordinaire

Healthy and happy puppy

Family time

Friendship

Curiosity

Living Room Dance

Sousatzka

Moscow Mules

Beautiful and comfortable shoes

Creativity as a way of life (not compartmentalized)

Joy to the World

On the Thirtieth DaY of TiZmas

On the Thirtieth DaY of TiZmas, TiZ reveals to you

Thirty leave behinds in 2016 (I've checked years past and most of what I wanted to leave behind in 2016 I did...WHEEEEEEE!)

TaB

Sugar

Processed food

Screlting

Fear

Any disgusting, filthy, ill-kept theater

Leaks and flooded environs

Darkness

Laxity of care

Neck and shoulder spasms

5 more pounds of fat (though I'm pretty fecking svelte)

Perfectionism

#DonTheCon (Pipe dream, I know)

Being called a liar

Poverty mentality

Baxter as Cone Head

Joint pain

Fake news / propaganda

Trolls

Lack of sureness in my person and my opinions

Eczema

Darkness

Panic

Cortisol

Exhaustion

The green-eyed monster

Brain fog

Mansplaining

Embarrassment

Using "I'm sorry" as conversational filler and buffer

On the Twenty-Ninth DaY of TiZmas

On the Twenty-Ninth DaY of TiZmas, TiZ reveals to you...

Twenty-Nine Self-Realizations for the Year


I am kind

I really do like people

I can change

I am generous

I am smarter than I thought

You're not really thinking outside the box if you're lucky enough not to see the box in the first place

I am brave

I am slightly cross-eyed

My faulty and exuberant cholesterol production is not my fault

Sometimes you have to deal with some muscle spasm and brain fuzz in order to survive

Bicycling makes me feel like flying

I have high standards of personal conduct

I will take you on if you endanger my dog

Being active denies despair its agenda

I am highly offended when people tell me how to act, feel, think, be

Goddess help you if you get in my way while I'm on a mission

I'm a helper

I can help others to the point of self-oblivion

And then I resent

I have a ferocious temper

Saunas solve all problems

Supporting neighborhood establishments supports me

I am way more emotional than I ever wanted to be

TaB and sugar squash my emotions until they are tolerable

You can learn to tolerate previously intolerable emotions

I am outspoken

Being on the water brings peace

There is such a thing as too flexible

Do not stand between me and my due

A proper haircut saves hours and ego

On the Twenty-Eighth DaY of TiZmas

On the Twenty-Eighth DaY of TiZmas, TiZ reveals to you...

Twenty-Eight Things I would love to accomplish for my immediate environs by mid 2017...

A Fisher and Paykel 24" range (before you think I'm getting hoity toity, this piece of shit oven I have FAILS TO LIGHT for 5 minutes. I have to perform voodoo daily to keep it going)**

A new doormat (and it shan't be me...I'm an OOOOLD doormat)

Clean my hall rug

Find an appropriate paint color for the main living area

Declutter

Shutters for the living room windows**

Storage facility onsite

Appropriate window treatments for the bedroom

Finish my vanity hallway (so many shows, so little time)

Outfit my princess potty (so many princesses, so little time)

Display my artwork (yeah...I can be crafty)

Clean up the one nasty spot of the never-ending floor flood repair debacle

Appropriate and whimsical coat hooks for the entryway

A beautiful dog bed for Baxie that's matchy matchy (I think I can accomplish this with my craft skills)

Break out the old/new sewing machine and learn how to use the beast

Transfer Pop's high school recorded Roosevelt Fireside chats to digital

Wash ALLLL the windows

Get rid of old tax and investment stuff safely

Establish a proper bar for company

Get rid of the final cases of TaB

Hang the Buddha's light system (this requires a drill and sinkers and scary things that make holes in my wall)

Establish a real work area...that can migrate...but a real work area

Establish a make up area as well

Remove storage from under bed

Refresh baseboards

Refresh window casings

A BIG ASS PLANT

This is gonna hurt the wallet - replace outmoded and shattered Apple products (my MacBook Pro is  over 7 years old and my iPad has been shattered for over 2...they said it couldn't be done and I DID IT (albeit through a spiderweb looking glass))**



**Somebody needs another Broadway spectacle!!!

On the Twenty-Seventh DaY of TiZmas

On the Twenty-Seventh DaY of TiZmas, TiZ reveals to you...

Twenty-Seven Things I Spy at This Moment That Make Me Very Happy...

BaX (but is he a thing?)

Crayons

Coloring Books

My childhood Christmas stocking

All the ornaments my brother Bob has even given me

Fairy lights

Charlie Arrow's first work of art

A lithograph that represents how I feel 75% of the time but would like to feel 99% of the time

LambChop

Tap shoes

My childhood night light

Untouched cases of TaB

Parental crystal

A drawing by Mark Uhre

Two very expensive lamps that define my apartment

Dog toys

The Caissie Levy Talent Couch

Pic of my Pammy with her pups

Games

A beautiful bronze Buddha that announced it had been waiting for me when I discovered it 10 years ago

Beautiful luggage that belonged to Nana

My childhood dresser reimagined as an entertainment center

My chic dining room set purchased completely from house-warming gifts

A thank you tea pot and cup from a grateful friend who swung on for me on Mother's Day at "Les Mis" so her Momma could witness her in all her glory

A very meaningful Patrick Quinn clock

45s that switch in and out to represent the feelings of the day

My magical bedazzled red shoes from "One Touch of Venus"

Mike Errico Holiday Omens galore

On the Twenty-Sixth Day of TiZmas

On the Twenty-Sixth DaY of TiZmas, TiZ reveals to you...

Twenty-SiX letters that make sense in this very order at this very moment...


Who knew I needed a ten day break

On the Twenty-Fifth DaY of TiZmas

My

Expressions

Ring

Round 

You

Cheering

Hurrah-ingly,

Raving

Inside,

Sage,

Tizzy,

Manticore

And

Siren

Hullabaloo

All

Penpals,

Prepare

Years-end

Now

Enter

World

Your

Endeavors

Are

Righteous

On the Twenty-Fourth DaY of TiZmas

On the Twenty-fourth DaY of TiZmas, TiZ reveals to you...

24 of my fav quotes from THE PHILADELPHIA STORY.

Tracy Lord: You're too good for me, George. You're a hundred times too good. And I'd make you most unhappy, most. That is, I'd do my best to. 

Margaret Lord: Oh, dear. Is there no such thing as privacy any more? 

Tracy Lord: Only in bed, mother, and not always there. 

Macaulay Connor: [drunk] You going my way miss? 

Tracy Lord: [drunk] That's "Miss Goddess" to you 

Macaulay Connor: Okay, Miss Goddess To Me. 

Dinah Lord: Nothing ever possibly in the least ever happens here. Mother, how do you get smallpox?

C. K. Dexter Haven: Sometimes, for your own sake, Red, I think you should've stuck to me longer. 

Tracy Lord: I thought it was for life, but the nice judge gave me a full pardon. 

C. K. Dexter Haven: Aaah, that's the old redhead. No bitterness, no recrimination, just a good swift left to the jaw.

Tracy Lord: Aren't you coming Liz? 

Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Well, it seems I've got to commit suicide first.

Tracy Lord: [normal voice] Hello, Dexter. 

[lower voice]

Tracy Lord: Hello, George. 

[high childish voice]

Tracy Lord: Hello, Mike.

Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: We've come for the body of Macaulay Connor. 

C. K. Dexter Haven: I'm so glad you came. Can you use a typewriter? 

Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: No, thanks, I've got one at home.

George Kittredge: [to horse] What's the matter, Bessie? You seem worried. 

Dinah Lord: Maybe that's because his name is Jack.

Margaret Lord: I think that dress hikes up a little behind... 

Dinah Lord: No, it's me that does.

Uncle Willie: Must we ride in this thing? Wouldn't we be more comfortable on pogo sticks?

Uncle Willie: [hung over, moans as the pony cart Dinah's driving hits a bump]

Dinah Lord: What's wrong? 

Uncle Willie: Oh, nothing, nothing. My head just fell off, that's all.

Tracy Lord: The time to make up your mind about people is never. 

Librarian: What is thee wish? 

Macaulay Connor: I'm looking for some local b - what'd you say? 

Librarian: What is thee wish? 

Macaulay Connor: Um, local biography or history. 

Librarian: If thee will consult with my colleague in there. 

Macaulay Connor: Mm-hm. Dost thou have a washroom? 

[the librarian points]

Macaulay Connor: Thank thee. 

C. K. Dexter Haven: You'll never be a first class human being or a first class woman until you've learned to have some regard for human frailty. 

Margaret Lord: The course of true love... 

Macaulay Connor: ...gathers no moss. 

Tracy Lord: Mac the night watchman is a prince among men, Uncle Willie is a... pincher. Upper and lower my eye. I'll take the lower, thanks. 

Tracy Lord: I never knew such a man.

Macaulay Connor: You wouldn't be likely to, from where you sit! 

Macaulay Connor: Doggone it, C.K. Dexter Haven. Either I'm gonna sock you or you're gonna sock me. 

C. K. Dexter Haven: Shall we toss a coin? 

Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Where's my wandering parakeet?  

Tracy Lord: Put me in your pocket, Mike

Macaulay Connor: I'm testing the air. I like it but it doesn't like me. 

Macaulay Connor: I would sell my grandmother for a drink - and you know how I love my grandmother.

Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Oh it's all right Tracy. We all go haywire at times and if we don't, maybe we ought to.

Uncle Willie: [hung over] Awww... this is one of those days that the pages of history teach us are best spent lying in bed.