Hey kids! If any of you reading this live in the United States and haven't yet emailed your Senators to tell them to oppose the Federal Marriage Amendment, it would make me really happy if you did so. Especially if you live in Indiana, Ohio, Louisiana, Alaska, Nebraska, Arkansas, North Dakota, or South Dakota. Tell your families and friends! I could rant and rant at great length ( but ) the real point is: read up on the FMA and think to yourself, Is this the kind of law I want in my country's Constitution along with good things like freedom of speech? Then try not to get too cynical about depressing stuff like the USA PATRIOT Act. "Grown-ups did that. Never forget that." Okay, time to shut up and eat cake and think happpy thoughts about going to the Oregon Country Fair tomorrow, to do happy hippie dances of the temporary autonomous zone persuasion, and generally pretend that the world is okay.( More articles on the subject as I find them, mostly for my reference. )
in no order except what my brain randomly produced them in:
Go to Saturday Market and pick up our first CSA box! Woo!(done as of 3:30 PM Saturday)
Share said box of veggie goodness with theshytiger
laundry soap, shampoo, conditioner, sundried tomatoes, and maybe others depending on the contents of the CSA box(mostly done as of 7:15 PM Saturday, and I got a nice bike ride in by going to Trader Joe's, so that's good too) Do more laundry, hopefully without enduring loud screechy morons at the laundromat this time.(partially completed as of ~7:45 PM Sunday; I washed work clothes and mostly had the laundromat to myself the whole time)
Work on The Witchworld, in an effort to have some new chapters to show kuddliphish when she visits next weekend.
Finish Dhalgren and return it to the library because it is ever so very overdue.
There's probably more but that's enough for now. I can always update the list later anyway.
Clean cat box
Tutor my last student of the term at 1 PM (number theory, and find out how her analysis final went)This is about half-done, since it turns out her final got rescheduled, so we're meeting again tomorrow. Maybe stop by the Glenwood and celebrate that I'm done tutoring for a bit and drop hints that I'd like more hours now that I've got all the free timeUm, cancel that until I'm ACTUALLY done with my student, ok?
Clean the table in the living room, which is kind of out of control
Start packing to move (we get the keys to the new place on Friday or Saturday, but since I'm working on Saturday and can't be helpful then I'd better be useful before that)
Updated to add:
Make hummus.Done! And deliciously so, I might add.
Updated to add: Pay for health insurance for the month of June (oops; I just found the bill in the living room table mess)
Okay, enough digressions. Time to do some laundry, I guess.
This time, with less good news.
A little quote from Inga Muscio (author of the classic Third Wave feminism for Second Wavers text Cunt and I think this is actually an excerpt from the afterword to the 2002 revised and expanded edition of Cunt):( Americans remind me of survivors of domestic violence. )
And speaking of the U.S. being abusive, here's a little article about how apparently our neighbors to the north are a little too respectful of people's rights and liberties, which I first spotted on thrasymachos's journal. What the hell? I want the Onion to cover this one.
And finally, in case you hadn't heard (I just found out a few hours ago), apparently there's some hospitals (like hundreds) where med students practice doing pelvic exams on unconscious patients who haven't given permission for the procedure and are never told about it. That is so fucked up. I wanted it to be an urban myth, but Snopes didn't have anything about it and when I tried Hi Greg Rae on "nonconsensual pelvic exams", it turned up a pretty real-looking article. You can read more about this here. I'm going to do more research and maybe write about it. Eeeeeew!
And that's all my news for now. My random mp3 of the moment is Sisters of Mercy, which makes me think of pants_of_doom, since it was the default soundtrack for her car during my senior year at Mudd, when we used to hang out more. I miss those times, although not all the stress and insanity that was the academic aspect of that year, nor the loneliness of missing Peter more or less constantly.
Okay, so last week I realized that I'm literally wearing through the soles of my old hiking boots, which are almost six years old. I've been wearing them as sneakers since my last pair of sneakers died, but that was supposed to be a temporary solution until I got new sneakers. Then the REI outlet catalog came in the mail, and I thought, "Hey! I bet I could get me some cheap sneaks from the overstock or something!" So off I went to the interweb, and sure enough, found me some sneakers I liked at a reasonable price. But unfortunately the catalog only showed one color option --- black and silver, as shown in this entry's picture --- which was not available in my size. I could get the shoes in grey or silver, but I didn't know what either looked like. So in a fit of indecisiveness and pretending I'd gone to the mall with friends (something I never do), I asked pmb and chocolatesmudge for advice. chocolatesmudge said silver was spiffier, and I agreed.
Ten minutes ago, there was a knock at the door. FedEx, with a package from REI that had to be my new shoes. What a pleasant surprise, I thought. Then I opened the box. Oh my god, kids. Check out that picture, but instead of black, imagine bright, spitting lime green.
I love it.
This fits right in with my longstanding trend of super-cool, hideously ugly shoes (my bright orange Docs and their predecessors the bright orange Reeboks come to mind). I have yet to try them on, but I will do so as soon as I've had a shower. I am psyched as hell.
Today's "to do" list includes:
- get me some legal size paper, and have it cut in half for bookbinding with
- get spinach for wasabi mashed potatoes (and while I'm at it, we're out of tomatoes, tofu, and yeast)
- make some illustrations for my "how to make a blank book" article for Nervy Girl (for everybody who only gets their news about me from this journal, I'm writing an article that's going to be published in a real live magazine and it is way cool).
Let's see if I actually get any of that done.