How do you deal with blog subscriptions?
The Eagle has landed (aka my mother) the next three weeks I have put aside for family so she and I can better assist my sister enjoy her newborn.
I do not take my beautiful freedom of speech for granted.
I am a girl of principles who thinks that freedom of speech (mostly mine actually) is super important.
I've been spending a whole lot of time in Venice Beach staring at my brand nephew. Oh my he is cute. Just to be able to hold a newborn is heaven to me. What can I say, I'm a baby person.
My sister is happily settling with her beautiful baby, and in less than a week, the woman who gave birth to us is coming to stay in Los Angeles for three weeks. I wish I could write about that, but self-censorship forbids me to.
My sister had her baby! She had her first contraction at 9 am, arrived at the hospital at 12, gave birth at 12:45.
I received a note by Hadley Hutton telling me that she is having a sale.
Blog action Day results for me: I counted 47 comments in the last three posts, so 47 dollars I will give to Kiva to fight poverty just a little.
Still collecting commentsfor Kiva for Blog Action Day.
I haven't known poverty a day in my life, yet I have always feared it. It's a primal fear of mine. Well, one of many.
I'm laughing out loud. The reps are showing up with signs at rallies that say "Obama bin Lyin." I think it's hilarious. But FALSE!!! of course, and wrong and bad. but.. well.. funny to me.
I laughed just as hard at Obama-nation. Puerile, I know.
Here in L.A. the sky is ominously darkened by the smoke of a distant fire and the air smells of judgement day. The wind, cold and mean slithers under your skin. Palin and McCain are sounding increasingly like friends of the KKK, and the stock market is doing its mad Jekyll and Hyde thing.
I'm happy this morning. Why? No reason really. It must be the coffee I just ingested. There is really no reason to be happy at all. And there is every reason to be.
All this rambling about luck was not entirely innocent, you know I always have an agenda. Do you remember Catherine from Mill Valley, the lucky winner of the Domino decorating contest? You think I'm obsessed with her don't you? Mmmm you're right.
This morning, Seth Godin (the man I would marry if i wasn't married already. Well, him or Obama ) wrote another brilliant post asking "is effort is a myth?" The post reminds me of one of my pet peeves; magical thinking. You know, that whole 'secret' thing. I do believe that thinking in negative terms is ultimately self-defeating, but i worry that some will just think up good stuff as opposed to try hard and make good stuff happen. I mean, we know what's good for us. We absolutely know. Lighting a candle and writing down affirmation will never be enough.
"1. Delete 120 minutes a day of 'spare time' from your life. This can include TV, reading the newspaper, commuting, wasting time in social networks and meetings. Up to you.
2. Spend the 120 minutes doing this instead:
3. Spend at least one weekend day doing absolutely nothing but being with people you love.
4. Only spend money, for one year, on things you absolutely need to get by. Save the rest, relentlessly.
If you somehow pulled this off, then six months from now, you would be the fittest, best rested, most intelligent, best funded and motivated person in your office or your field. You would know how to do things other people don't, you'd have a wider network and you'd be more focused.
It's entirely possible that this won't be sufficient, and you will continue to need better luck. But it's a lot more likely you'll get lucky, I bet."
Next I am bringing you a post about a 'lucky" person i know.
Rather than giving you a lengthy and discombobulated post about the state of my in box (full) , my laundry basket (overflowing) and my nervous system (maxed-out). I'll post a few images that give me joy and peace as well as the blogs that introduced me to them.
Update: he, he, the laugh is on me. I am so naiiiive! This is not the real nobel prize as noted by one astute reader named Joann, but the lg nobel prize, which rewards oddball science.
The good news is that none of you count on me for actual fact. Here is the original post
I never thought I would get a nobel prize before, but now it seems entirely within my reach. And yours. I'm baffled by what gets you a noble prize these days. Seriously. Apparently all one must do is think up a crazy idea no one gives a rat's ass about, and then devise a method to prove that one is right.
Nice rhyme, he? You know that song? "Insane in the Mccain, Insane, in the brain!" No, I'm just kidding. he's not insane (though choosing Palin you have to wonder,) but he does seem pissed all the time. I mean who needs a negative, disgruntled and wore out president. Not i. Nobody likes a bitchy princess.
"Now I watch Obama, a leader who articulates my own ideas and intuitions with the most eloquent grace, on the brink of a presidential miracle. His words about the critical nature of cohesive community, about injustice, about personal responsibility ring so true in my ears. But I'm scared to believe. I don't think that Obama is a "messiah." I know that he has flaws, that he will fail in many ways, that the space between his ideals and his actions will often gape with a discomfiting hypocrisy, or at the very least, inefficiency. But I am almost certain that he is good deep down, that he believes, as I do, that we could do better, that we could be better, that we are – when stripped of bureaucracy and alienation and skepticism – already better." Please read the rest of the article here.
"Now I watch Obama, a leader who articulates my own ideas and intuitions with the most eloquent grace, on the brink of a presidential miracle. His words about the critical nature of cohesive community, about injustice, about personal responsibility ring so true in my ears. But I'm scared to believe.
I don't think that Obama is a "messiah." I know that he has flaws, that he will fail in many ways, that the space between his ideals and his actions will often gape with a discomfiting hypocrisy, or at the very least, inefficiency.
But I am almost certain that he is good deep down, that he believes, as I do, that we could do better, that we could be better, that we are – when stripped of bureaucracy and alienation and skepticism – already better."
Please read the rest of the article here.
This is when he word genocide ceased to be a concept and you suddenly glimpse at the reality, at the horror. It's impossible to comprehend man becoming a gleeful sadist towards man, and this at the scale of an entire nation. No, you want to hope than man is better than that. Maryam's account will give you nightmares, but what are nightmares in comparison to what the people of Rwanda have endured while we worried about the price of gas and wether or not we should reupholster that couch. Not to guilt trip you or anything.
Maryam's account of Vestine's story is unbearable, and I almost stopped reading before got to the end.
Maryam is there, right now In Rwanda, seeing all the horror with her own eyes, hearing the evil with her own ears, and writing to us from her own heart.