Tuesday, March 20, 2007

your wish is my command

It has come to my attention (ahem, J., I am looking at you) that I haven't been blogging enough. Partly I will confess it's because my internet time has been eaten by a dual obsession with facebook and what's happening on Battlestar Galactica. Not pretty, but true.

I'm really excited about this book that I've ordered in at the store called "She's Such a Geek!" Even though it's about women in science and math rather than women in Dungeons and Dragons, I suspect I will relate.

Also: sun! sun! sun! sun!

I didn't promise quality in my more frequent blogging.

ETA: apparently, there is mention of D&D in "She's Such a Geek". it's like Christmas and my birthday all rolled together.

Monday, March 19, 2007

everything I love is broken

When I said it, I was supposed to be making a joke, but it hit the air a little oddly and has been rattling around me ever since. I've been wondering if it's strictly true, and what that means about me.

Some of it is this: given the choice between the teddy bear and the sock monster, I'm on Team Sock Monster. Given the choice between a gorgeous dog from a breeder and a three-legged mutt from a shelter, I'm going with the mutt every time. I have friends who are the people who pick the breeder, and I don't love them less for it. It's just that plenty of people want the perfect puppy, and my heart goes to something frightened and mistreated. This can have some pretty icky implications if you apply it to people, and I know I'm not alone in having a period where I thought I could save someone. So impossible, and ugly, and ultimately kinda condescending too.

I still want to help, which is why I bitch at you to go home and sleep when you're sick, why I worry if you didn't bring lunch, why I have a list of home remedies in my head and painkillers in my locker. For me, that's an acceptable level of fussing. What amazes me these days, what I'm drawn to, is how people cope. All the creative, astonishing things that people come up with to get them through; all the small humane gestures they make toward others. I like swapping survivors' stories.

We have to save ourselves, but we don't have to be all alone in the dark while we do it. What I love is triumph over adversity, the shape of growing whole.

Also? I love to laugh, and perfection is rarely funny.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

no crying in baseball

Just this little thought I've been having lately. Over and over and over. Also the name of the playlist currently circulating in my ipod. To wit:

Six Feet Under - Mary Delaney
Ghost Light - Sophomore Level Psychology
Genius - The Murmurs
First Date - Betty
Work it Out - Brassy
The Bird That You Can See - Apples in Stereo
Underdog - The Murmurs
Underwhelmed - Sloan
All Hands On the Bad One - Sleater-Kinney
Sale of the Century - Sleeper
Frank Sinatra - Cake
Goat Girl - Tanya Donnelly
Explode - frente!
Mr. Brightside - The Killers
Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps - Cake
Pushover - Weeping Tile
Typewriter - Sophomore Level Psychology
You Ain't No Big Thing - Holly Golightly
Amateur - Aimee Mann
No Sissies - Hawksley Workman
Travelling Again - Dar Williams
Victim of Love - Erasure
The Grin - Weeping Tile
You're No Rock n' Roll Fun - Sleater-Kinney
As Cool As I Am - Dar Williams
A Little Respect - Erasure
Statuesque - Sleeper
Somewhere Else - Halcyon
Girl - frente!