The march


My elation is wearing into exhaustion at this point, but nothing has ever been so worth it.

I think the March for Women's Lives may well have been the most amazing thing I've ever seen. Right up there, anyway. I'm trying to decide where it falls on the continuum, and it's definitely in the first-Ani-concert/Renn Faire (which is NOT a Renaissance Faire) area. A million people (or 800,000, or whomever's estimate you want to believe), most of them women, marching on the capitol to demand what is rightfully ours. All smiling, singing, shouting, waiving signs and flags. I can't imagine another time when I will be able to see so much beauty and so much hope in one place.

It really reminded me of a part of my politics (and my life, really) that has gotten away from me lately--hope. One of the pre-march speakers used that Che quote about optimism being the weapon of the revolution, and I remembered how I used to believe that. And then, looking around me, I really felt like it was true again. We may be under the harshest regime this country has seen in decades, atrocities might be committed falsely in our names both at home and abroad, but we are not cowering and we will not give up.

I really am exhausted, and in theory I am supposed to perform some odd ritual known as "homework" tonight, so I'm going to leave this here. More reflections tomorrow, hopefully. To close, though, to my sisters who are reading this and weren't able to make it to the march yesterday, your presence was felt. I know I thought of you often. And to my sisters who were, thank you for marching with me.

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(Title from Ani, idea from Nyarlathotep's Miscellany.)

Things I shouldn't have worn:
1. First day of 1st grade, 1986: Red and black knee-length plaid dress, orange knee socks, pink tennis shoes with strawberries on them, puffy maroon jacket.
2. Second day of 1st grade, 1986: light brown velour sweatsuit, made by my mum, with a red apple with my name embroidered on it over the left breast.
3. First day of 5th grade, 1990: Acid washed jeans with fake leather running down the outer legs and in the insides of the pockets, knee-length purple Hypercolor tshirt.
4. My sister's high school graduation, 1991(?): short purple jacket with black buttons and black trim, purple and black striped tiered skirt, flesh colored nylons, black plastic ankle boots with silver buckles.
5. First day of 7th grade, 1992: black and white striped shirt, tucked in and poofed out from jeans, blue silk tie with roses on it, purple wool beret. Actually, any time I wore that beret.
6. First date, 1993 (Jurassic Park, how romantic): high-waisted blue jeans, white t-shirt, blue batiked suspenders.
7. Away volleyball game, 10th grade: blue striped spandex-y minidress, ginormous silver cross.
8. High school graduation picture, 1997: Union Bay overalls, green striped Union Bay t-shirt, green Converse One-Stars.

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March for Women's Lives Celebrity Coalition


This is the list of celebrities supporting the March for Women's Lives in a couple of weeks. Gives me an idea of some folks I may be supporting who I wouldn't have expected. Cindy Crawford? Ed Asner?

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Grammar God!


I am a "Grammar God." Go here and see how grammatically sound you are.

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Nearly perfect weekend


We have had a most excellent weekend. First, on Friday night, Mark and I went to dinner and a movie with T. and S. We saw Spartan. It wasn't great, but it was pretty good, and it was an enjoyable experience in general (non-crowded theater, good company). Then on Saturday we had an unexpected nice day, so I made Mark get up early and we finally went plant shopping.

After our hard day's work, we took naps and watched some of Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure on cable. Then Mark made dinner and we split a bottle of red wine. After half a bottle of wine, it seemed incumbent on us to keep drinking, so we did, both getting pleasantly smashed before we walked Chancey, hung out some more, and finally passed out.

Then today we slept in super-late and just hung out until about 5pm, at which time we went on a super grocery shopping trip. We now have food in the house! Before we went grocery shopping, however, I spent an hour or so cleaning out the fridge.

Then we came home and watched The Sopranos, and now I'm going to take a bath. It's started to storm here, complete with real thunder and lightening, and I don't have anything I have to do before my 2pm class tomorrow.

Life couldn't be much better.

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The blah diet.


I just read the comments in Julia's latest Tequila Mockingbird post. They are all about folks on diets. South Beach, Atkins, etc.

I am so fucking sick of dieting I can't even tell you.

I've lost somewhere between 10-13 lbs. It's been four months. I seem to be stuck. I'm not sure I even want to lose more. I want to change shape, and I am working on that. In theory, I have 8-12 lbs. left to lose. I know the only way I'm actually going to get them off is with a DRASTIC calorie cut, something I haven't been willing to do so far (I've been staying at consuming about 500-750 fewer calories per day than I burn). Basically, I need to decide whether to forget about the dieting thing, be fine with this weight, and continue working on shape and scultping, or whether I want to make the health/nutritional sacrifice (not to mention being a raving lunatic because I am not getting enough calories) and try to lose 10 more lbs.

Seems like it would be an obvious choice. After all, I'm at a healthy weight, even by ridiculous BMI standards!

So why am I seriously considering the latter?

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