Now that we finally got a Wonder Woman movie, who should get the next female-led superhero movie?
Ms. Marvel (Kamala Khan)
X-23 (Laura Kinney) the Wolverine clone
Wasp (Janet van Dyne or Hope van Dyne)
Ironheart (Riri Williams) the 15-year-old Black girl Iron Man
ALL OF THEM (literally all of the women)
Other - nominate your faves
Captain Marvel (coming 2019)
This afternoon, my boss stopped by and commented that he liked the poll and would have to think about it (I said he could pick more than one) and he didn't know who all of them were.
B: "I don't know who Spider-Gwen is."
me: "Peter Parker's girlfriend Gwen Stacy gets spider superpowers in one iteration, and giving that we've gotten a ton of Spider-Man movies, I figured we should get a Spider Girl movie."
me: [does not say: "I shouldn't say Spider-Girl, because that's a different character -- who I also considered including. And maybe I should have included her instead because there are no Latina superheroines on this list..." (I was thinking of Anya Corazon, because musesfool, though Wiki informs me that apparently that's not the main Spider-Girl.) Okay, Logan-verse Laura is probably Mexican.]
B: "Is Ironheart a real thing, or did you make that up?"
me: "Really a real thing. Invented ... last year, I think? So very new. Initially it was just 'black girl Iron Man,' and they hadn't decided on a name for her, but then they decided on Ironheart."
B: "So Ms. Marvel and Captain Marvel are different?"
me: "Yes, Ms. Marvel is Pakistani-American and has a very popular comic book series running currently. Captain Marvel, Carol Danvers, is getting a Marvel movie in a couple years."
me: [doesn't explain that Carol Danvers used to be Ms. Marvel and that there are other people, like Monica Rambeau, who have held the Captain Marvel title, and I seriously considered including Monica because Black woman superhero -- but there is only so much room on this board.]
B: "I picked Batgirl. I love Batman, and I think we need a Batwoman."
me: [does not say: "There actually is a Batwoman, that's Kate Kane. I considered listing her, especially because she's a lesbian, but I would really be into an Oracle movie 'cause she's a brilliant superhero and also a wheelchair user, and having both Batgirl and Batwoman seemed excessively confusing for lay participants." And while I was writing this, I remembered that if we're doing Oracle, we maybe get Birds of Prey."]
Last night I read the d'var Torah that Velveteen Rabbi offered that morning at her shul on this week's parsha, "Vayishlach."
She talks about Jacob wrestling with the angel and says:
Having received a new name, Jacob bestows a new name: he names that place, that bend in the river, Peni'el, literally "the face of God," saying, "For I have seen God face-to-face, yet my life has been spared."(which is really interesting in and of itself, given the multi-vocality of Scripture on seeing the face of God -- e.g., God to Moses in Exodus 33:20 "you cannot see my face; for no one shall see me and live.") and then talks about Jacob's encounter with Esau, where he says:
No, please, if I have truly found favor in your sight, take the offering from my hand; for to see your face is like seeing the face of God.She closes with the bit from the Talmud about each individual human being being created in the image of God but each of us are unique -- unlike identical imperial coins each stamped with the mark of the secular leader.
This all seemed quite a lovely connection to Molly's "Light Gets In" Advent theme. But then she closes the post with her 70 Faces Torah poem on this parsha, which ends with such a downer:
For one impossible moment Jacob reached out.***
To see your face, he said, is like seeing
the face of God: brother, it is so good!
But when Esau replied, let us journey together
from this day forward as we have never done
and I will proceed at your pace, Jacob demurred.
The children are frail, and the flocks:
you go on ahead, he said, and I will follow
but he did not follow.
Once Esau headed out toward Seir
Jacob went the other way, to Shechem, where
his sons would slaughter an entire village.
And again the possibility
of inhabiting a different kind of story
vanished into the unforgiving air.
The theme for this year’s Advent is Light Gets In. No matter what walls we throw up, what boxes we climb in or that circumstances put us in—Light gets in. Light will have its way.To my mind, Advent is about the light slowly breaking in (we light first one candle and then a second, and so on), so I don't love this theme.
This Sunday in worship, I’ll be preaching on the walls humans throw up that block out Christ’s light. We’ll begin building an actual wall in the sanctuary, that will grow each week up until Christmas Eve, when the Light will get in. Will you bring cardboard boxes to church anytime you show up, and leave them on the chancel, and help us duct-tape them together to build our Babel-wall up toward heaven and obscure the cross?
-Molly in This Week at First Church
(The Meditation in the bulletin was Robert Frost's "Mending Wall," so of course I was trying to remember what mt said about that poem. Allie?)
Pre-service lectio divina happened in the Parlor, and as a result we could hear the pre-service choir rehearsal. I heard "Emmanuel, Expected Jesus," and fell into Advent.
To my surprise, 9am lectio divina was not just me and the facilitator (Bobby); Tom arrived before I did, and Leigh came a little late.
We did Luke 1:5-25.
I was struck by Gabriel's statement, "I stand in the presence of God."
(The second round, when I read, I was struck by the piece about Zechariah being overcome by fear -- because of Reasons. And the third round, nothing struck me.)
Before service, I picked up a hardcopy of Molly's Advent calendar.
First Sunday in Advent: Put on your sparkle cream. Glow.
Unison Prayer of Confession...
We offer you our repentance.
We replace holy days with holidays.
We hurry past opportunities to give the gifts of kindness and honesty.
We do not listen to angels in our dreams, forgive those dearest to us,
Or welcome into hearts and homes, the poor and the stranger.
If all sin is separation, forgive us for all the walls we throw up, and let your Light in.
-Maren Tirabassi, adapted
Molly preached on Jeremiah 33:14-16 -- and her Advent theme of walls and also touched on the theme of Recovery (it being a first Sunday of the month -- no, I had not realized we were continuing this theme after we'd been through the 12 Steps).
She opened with talking about Israel and Palestine, but also talked about other walls -- the Mexico/USA border, gated communities (Trayvon Martin), and other walls we erect. She talked about healthy boundaries -- "calm contact works better than walls."
She said that contrary to popular belief, prophets don't tell the future -- they tell the present.
She said, "our God is not a safe God," which of course reminded me of "Aslan is not a tame lion."
She said God "doesn't call us to safety but to radical love."
During Prayers of the People, Missy lifted up prayers "for all those who feel restricted by the gender binary." ♥
At Coffee Hour, Jonathan told me about Tufts' Hamlet the Hip Hopera, which Cate and I tragically missed out on in our attend ALL the Shakespeare.
FCS does a thing where you can pick a kid's name out of a hat and buy them a gift. Harold said that one of his friends at another church got a 10-year-old boy and she only daughters, so she asked what 10-year-old boys like. Harold's response: "When I was a ten-year-old boy, I liked Wonder Woman. Hope this helps." ♥ (And it's trufax. I mean, he also liked e.g. dinosaurs, but this makes it no less trufax.)
Jamie facilitated an Advent Devotional Workshop, which I attended.
I was starting to investigate the art supplies when the horde of kids who had been playing war or something all came in and decided to do art (well, Simon was like, "Guys, can't we go back to what we were doing before?" and got ignored by all the kids wrapped up in doing art, so he compromised by making pictures of e.g. ninjas) so I stepped back from the chaos and worked on poetry.
Sue D., to her husband, later: "I was looking for the kids, and I found a craft fair, so I sat down."
Having ~skipped class last week and the next two sessions being review for the final and me being so checked out, I had been undecided about whether I wanted to bother going to the remaining class sessions, and in the Parlor this afternoon I definitely felt like I wanted to go to Art Night.
Brandon asked if I'd seen Tongues United, apropos of World AIDS Day. I had not, but given that we barely acknowledged World AIDS Day at church (though in her sermon, Molly told a story she had recently learned of 25 years ago, when there was still so much fear and unknowing, this church volunteering to be the church to host a healing service) I loved that he brought it up.
He also talked about Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence (Christmas movie, what? see also: Batman Returns), The Avengers, and The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey (which fandom has been expecting for 5 years).
I really liked the Call to Worship we used at CWM tonight:
[One] How shall we prepare God's house for the coming of the Promised One?...
[Many] With fragrant branches of cedar, the tree of excellence and strength.
[One] How shall we prepare God's house for the Christ child?
[Many] With a stable and a manger where in the weeks to come, the mystery of the Advent story will be revealed and where the entire creation will welcome the Promised One.
[One] How shall we prepare God's house for Emmanuel, God with us?
[Many] With garlands of pine and fir, whose leaves are ever living, ever green -- symbols of our faith in the living God.
[One] How shall we prepare God's house for the prophet of Galilee?
[Many] With sprigs of holly and ivy, telling of Jesus' faithfulness, even unto death and resurrection.
[One] How shall we prepare our hearts for this revelation of God?
[Many] By hearing again the words of the prophets, the stories of the ancestors of Jesus, and the promises of God.
[One] For in the story of Jesus we see revealed the transforming power of God, and we are reminded anew of God's vision of wholeness, justice, and peace for all creation.
[Many] Thanks be to God!
Marla preached on Isaiah 11:1-9 and 1 Samuel 16:1-13. I was mostly meh, but she closed with talking about the fact that we ignore the parts of the Biblical stories that don't seem "proper" or "dignified" and inviting us to think about, if Jesus were to come as a baby a second time, what unexpected places that baby might show up in -- and her shocker suggestion was: born to a Wall Street executive (I thought of the Buddha).
At 8-something this morning, it was 32F and a predicted high of 59F. I wore my sparkly purple short-sleeve shirt, because when am I gonna get to wear short sleeves during Advent? Except I basically never took my hoodie off. (Though Jeff B. did ask me whether an email had gone out about wearing purple or if we just knew 'cause Advent. I said I'd worn purple for Advent because I do and it's not like one is required to match the paraments or anything.)
After I left morning church after 1pm, I went to Trader Joe's and it was hazy and still hoodie+gloves weather.
When I left evening church at 6:30 or whatever, it seemed to have rained recently (20% chance of precipitation, this morning's forecast said) and now, hours after sunset, it felt warmer than it had all day.
Weather, what is it?
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Hail full of grace, the Lord is with you( joy sadhana )
Worlds without end depend on you
Bless'd is the one whom you bring forth
Whom no one else can bring
-"Say Yes," Bob Franke
Yes, the dancing in Black Swan is better — all of Elizabeth Berkeley's wild, zigzaggy moves in Showgirls can be best described as "watching someone get electrocuted while topless" — but someday, both of these movies are going to make for some terrific "Whip My Hair" mash-ups.Edit: In my wanderings around the Internet, I also learned that Tabatha of Tabatha's Salon Takeover (which I have seen, thanks to Bravo at the gym) is gay.
(2) A flister recently linked to this this NY Times article on prayer which has one paragraph which, as she put it, "
Among the most innovative -- and controversial -- aspects of the Siddur soon to be released by San Francisco's main gay synagogue is a prayer for "unexpected intimacy." The new prayer is intended for meaningful encounters with strangers, including, according to some involved in the project, anonymous sexual relations.I have thoughts on the NYT prayer article, but I'm much more struck by the stranger-encounter prayer idea. My friend suggests that the question we ask (and not just about sexual ethics) shouldn't be about Right/Wrong but rather should be, "How can this activity reflect and deepen the presence of God in my life and the world?"
It is featured in the forthcoming Siddur created by Congregation Sha'ar Zahav, a 31-year-old synagogue in San Francisco affiliated with the Reform movement.
"In the dark, in a strange place, our father Jacob encountered a stranger with whom he grappled all night," the prayer begins, referring to the biblical story of Jacob wrestling with the angel. "He never knew the stranger's name, yet their encounter was a blessing, which turned Jacob into Israel and made him realize, I have seen God face-to-face."
The prayer, titled "Kavannah for Unexpected Intimacy," goes on to ask God -- "who created passion and wove it throughout creation" -- to permit the encounter to be a blessing "that allows us to both touch and see the Divine."
Ramer, who describes himself as "fiercely monogamous," stressed that the prayer was not intended solely for gays and lesbians. He also emphasized that it need not refer solely to encounters of a sexual nature, but to any exchange with a stranger that was deemed meaningful.
"Isn't this one of the things we're told the most, to honor strangers?" Ramer asked. "In an anonymous act, this is our chance to recognize the sacredness."
But it made me think of cereta's post. (And in digging up the link, I was reminded that inlovewithnight commented, "a societal problem like rape can't be changed as long as only half the population is working on it.")
And my second thought was of TLGN's post, where she says: Deadgirl, because as the tagline says, "you'll never have anything better" than getting the chance to repeatedly rape a restrained female zombie.
It also got me thinking about this post on Sociological Images (seen via Matthew Yglesias):
While in New Orleans (again) in July, I attended some of the festivities associated with Tale of the Cocktail. One of them was a cocktail expo with the theme “Seven Deadly Sins.” Sponsored by Cabana Cachaca rum, Lust was personified this way:
Presumably lust is not a feeling exclusive to straight men, yet the Lust booth featured only women dancing. Because of the primacy of the male gaze, what is believed to be sexy to straight men gets defined as “sexy” for everyone.
The Willow posted about the impending The Princess & The Frog movie and etc.
gloss linked to something The Willow had said complaining about white people posting with RaceFail or Racism in the Subject Line but then going on to merely navel-gaze and self-congratulate.
Uh-huh. I've come to realize, after following and participating in many an internet or IRL argument, that the ego is hands down the most exhausting, obstructive entity in existence. How curious that it's so very preponderant among privileged POVs, but so rarely the reverse! It's almost as if some people are taught their voices are more important than others'! :O***
I just wish, when playing at allyship, people's FIRST act was to sit and listen (and think! and deconstruct themselves! BASICALLY: What bell hooks said), before they tried to yell and scream and maintain their socially enforced positions as Most Important and Listened to Speaker at all costs. Trying to maintain privilege in this area truly obstructs even approaching unpacking it everywhere else, and yet somehow there's this privileged assumption that talking and posting and dripping privilege and ignorance all over the world is a great form of allyship, something that's going to help you, and the people around you, learn and grow and change! It all comes back to ego, I guess: I'll get more out of basically talking to myself, of talking over you and convincing myself that I'm saying something new and changing slowly but surely, than I will out of listening to you.
coffeeandink pointed out that "science fiction fandom is not a special snowflake and media fandom is not the greatest place ever for racial discourse."
something i've seen repeatedly brought up on lj over the years are objections to the concept of 'safe space'.***
and particuarly, the objections that somehow if there is a 'safe space' the people in it are somehow depriving themselves; of a commitment to intellectual rigor, of any opportunity for mental growth and development, of any sort of opportunity to learn from people that are different from them because, of course, safe space means that you squelch any and all dissenting opinions, about, well, everything.
I was under the impression people within a particular community can be a part of that community and have extreme disagreement, but also agree to disagree. Case in point: sex_and_race and interracial dating. I'm just sayin'. There's folks there who are married to white people, and those who refuse to ever even consider the possibility of ever letting a white person see them nekkid and most likely cut someone for suggesting it. Yet and still they manage to understand each other's position, no matter how much extremity people may feel about it.*
This is fascinating to me. because, really, participation in an online (or offline) community somehow means that I and others am devoting my life to the pursuit of avoidance of aaaaaaaaany exposure to anything else *but* that community? Somehow by doing that I can insulate myself from the larger world that as Hanifa Walidah** put it 'dont wish me right' and make it all just go away.
This sure as hell doesn't make any sense to me, so i'm starting to wonder if this means something else.
So when brownfemipower asks this question: But isn’t that interesting how when women of color control the space, racist ignorance is not rewarded? I'm starting to think its about safe space as a challenge to power imbalance. I'm just saying.
I was on sparkymonster's LJ the other day, and in a WisCon writeup, she wrote, "I discovered Shapely Prose thinks rolling around in straight white cis privilege is AWESOME and was not amused."
I would not have felt this fear if Kate had not set herself up as a platform, if she had simply admitted that Shapely Prose is a bunch of white girl friends with white girl voices, and that is how she likes it.
But it terrifies me that someone can be "committed to diversity" and yet choose someone who "feels like part of the family" or "someone who feels like they just fit in" or "someone they click with" instead.
A) I am going to make a hell of a lot of potential employers feel uncomfortable. I challenge the status quo, I am not what they are expecting. I am everything a white male doctor is not. It scares the fuck out of me that even white people who are educated about white privilege can still decide to rely on their "gut feeling" that they "click" with other white people and not even look any further.
B) What the fuck does diversity even mean if your primary criterion is "someone who feels like they are already part of the family". Does that mean someone who feels white?
This morning I actually read a Psalm during breakfast instead of just checking email/LJ. At work, I also read The Daily Office -- something I hadn't done since like Day 2 or 3 of Lent.
From Psalm 119:
The powerful oppress me without cause,On one of my rereads, I had the interpretive thought that even when situations are difficult, we are still to act as God Calls us -- we're not supposed to take the easy way out.
but my heart stands firm in awe of your word.
Later, I was thinking about how doing all this church stuff has helped keep me happy recently, but that church etc. isn't just about keeping us from despair or whatever, that it's supposed to push us to doing good in the world (which also reminds me of something of the conversations currently happening around RaceFail2009).
I was listening to Pandora while doing data work, and Catie Curtis' "World Don't Owe Me" came on. The opening is:
The world don't owe me nothing though I always want it toI like the song a lot, and I appreciated the reminder that I take things for granted that I shouldn't necessarily (and again with the inarticulate connections to RaceFail2009).
The world don't owe me happy, the world don't owe me a love like you
The world don't owe me nothing even though I'm on my knees
Not the things I took for granted
Not the things I thought I got for free
The rink at the Charles wasn't open tonight, so we just went and got tea. Tealuxe and Burdick both had no available seating, so we went to Dado on Church Street, which I hadn't been to before. L. commented that it's a different atmosphere, which is true, but later I was thinking that it's like Bloc 11 to Diesel or something -- mainly it's the big glass windows that made me think of this. (I got Chinese Whiteneedles tea or something like that name -- 'cause it reminded me of the tea I was gonna get last time I was at Tealuxe but they were out of it; I wasn't that taken with it, though partly that was that it was too hot.)
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"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." -Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV)
Five good things about today:
1. This morning, on 4 hours of sleep, I was nearly falling asleep reading blog posts about Scripture, but I have pirateygoodness on StalkerPin and this made me happy-ish.
2. Last night's Thing did not end in badness.
2a. Being trusted with a story.
3. I got to talk to la bff for like 2 hours. I was glad to get to catch her up on various things, and it was also nice to have the expanse of time to talk about things as they came to mind.
4. I really like CallunaV's sample moodlog sheet.
5. I was telling Ari about how CAUMC-Jess is doing the St. Patrick's Day 5k and how I was like, "I could never do that," and Jess turned it around and said that she couldn't get up early and go to the gym like I do; and as I was telling the story I was remembering that I can't think of what the mile/km conversion is, so I Googled it and 1mi ~ 1.6k and math is hard so then I pulled up a conversation calculator and 5k ~ 3.1mi ... which is about what I do on the treadmill three mornings a week. Now, a treadmill at Shad with 8 different channels on tv is a very different experience than an actual outdoor run, but I still feel kinda badass.
Three things I did well today:
1. I got up with my alarm, did my requisite morning stuff and went to the ( gym )
2. I did the NEG quality control checks for my sections rather than watching hulu.
3. I remembered to pick up milk on my way home, and then I got myself dinner-y food, and then I got in touch with la bff.
Two things I am looking forward to (doing [better]) tomorrow:
["anything that you're looking forward to, that means you're facing tomorrow with joy, not trepidation," as Ari says]
1. sleeping in!
2. actually having time to wash dishes (there are a lot of things I really should do with my free day tomorrow, but washing dishes is easy and it will be exciting to no longer feel short on things like bowls and spoons)
Subject: Worship This Evening: Stay SafeWhen I left my house around 4:30, and the snow had mostly stopped (and lots of nearby neighbors had snowblowed!) and it was like bluish light on the snow, which was really lovely, though halfway there it turned into more like rain. On the way home it was back to snow (misting), which I was glad of. I think the bottoms of my pants iced. I did a lot of tromping through snow (Tufts adjacent didn't seem to really get cleared today), which I really didn't mind -- though hey, solid ground feels so nice after tromping through snow. Walking home it had that satisfying crunching noise. There was almost no traffic both times, and coming home I felt really exposed crossing Boston Ave. 'cause I was crossing way more in the intersection than I usually would (because there was no point in walking along the edge of the sidewalk into Boston Ave. to cross in the crosswalk and then walking along the edge of the sidewalk back to College Ave. when I could just cross in a straight line and there was no traffic to worry about); partway across, a Tufts police van came slowly towards me (I was walking in what would be my lefthand lane because that's the side of the street my origin and destination were both on); I felt like I was in a zombie/apocalypse movie or something.
Friends at CWM,
Due to the weather and reports of ice this evening, we are asking folks not to drive to church this evening. Pastor Tiffany will be there along some local folks. A small worship will be held and dinner available for those who may not get this message.
However, given the dangerous evening conditions, we are suggesting that folks stay home and stay safe.
For those who wish to worship at home, the bulletin is attached.
Tiffany (obviously) and Marla (lay-leader-in-town) and Sean (member of the Collective, so came with Marla) and Mark (I think he lives off the bike path) were at church. We brought in a few chairs so we could just do a semi-circle in the chapel rather than sitting dispersed in the pews. I was like, "But we're facing away from the altar, this is weird -- sorry, I'm not trying to be difficult ... I just do it without trying." So I moved the chair I was gonna sit in and we adjust so then it was a semi-circle facing the altar and I felt much better.
Scripture: Luke 1:26-56 [Annunciation and Magnificat]
Tiffany talked about how it's easy for us to get hung up on all the plausibility issues of the "virgin birth" narrative, but that Mary's hymn doesn't say anything about the conception, rather what she believes in is the promise -- and that that's what we should be focused on. She talked about how Mary sees herself as co-creator of the promise, not just heir to the promise.
She said we should believe in not what we think is possible but what God tells us is possible.
She had opened with a story of herself at 5, wanting a baby brother, and absolutely believing that God/Santa could make this happen (after all, God had given Mary a baby) and when she got a baby doll for Christmas she wasn't disappointed because she believed she would still get her Christmas wish. On Epiphany, a relative's 14-year-old drug addict daughter gave birth to a baby, and they wanted to give the baby up for adoption, but to family, so they called Tiffany's family, and Tiffany's parents bundled her up and brought her across town to the bad part of town, and there in an apartment with no electricity and a mattress on the floor, "there I found my Christmas wish." I could have cried -- not because her child-like belief/hope was fulfilled (she acknowledged that not all stories end like that) but the echo of the First Christmas.
Tiffany's been doing Prayers of the People such that after everyone's said all their prayers, instead of her listing them all, we say each other's -- which makes it feel like more of a community activity, plus it forces us to be more engaged with the prayers of others.
I had said that I was really excited about Ari coming to visit, and Marla said "Ari and Elizabeth!" and kind of giggled. I immediately thought of Ari's tag :)
We were out of there at 6:15, which has got to be the earliest I have ever left CWM.
Mark recommends Let the Right One In; good to know.
During the first section I thought I'd try to just listen rather than reading along (since this is my 3rd year going) and yeah, that combined with tiredness meant I mostly slept through the first section -- which is all the Christmas stuff. :( Sigh. The conductor (Paul Daniel) was really energetic and I tried to focus on him but yeah, tired.
One thing I hadn't really registered in the "Hallelujah" Chorus before (the part I bolded):
Hallelujah, for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth. The Kingdom of this world is become the Kingdom of our Lord and his Christ; and He shall reign forever and ever. King of Kings, and Lord of Lords. Hallelujah. (Revelation XIX, 6; XI 15; XIX, 16)
That idea that this world will be transformed -- which is interestingly in tension with Rapture ideas, and can map nicely into ideas of us being called to work to make.
Saturday I got up a little before 9am, went to Keegan's to get my watch battery replaced, showed up at UCN around 10:30. (Fair -- which I'd agreed to help at -- was 9am-3pm.) It was SLOW, and I like Carol but I didn't really have anything to talk about.
We got lunch around 11:45, and after my mom went back to relieve Carol I stayed chatting with my grandma, which was actually fairly painless. When we finally went back the only people in the room were church people, so I decided I was fine to go to the ladies' room and walk around a bit.
At one point, Bev was in the kitchen sitting down and I went over and have her a back/shoulder massage (when she first saw me, right before we went to lunch, she said, "I DREAM about your backrubs").
Elsa said, "Why does she get a backrub?" and I said, "Uh, because she's sitting down?" Elsa said, "But she's always sitting down." After a while GinnyH sat down and I gave her a brief backrub., And when I went to say my goodbyes, Elsa was standing in front of one of the tables, so I gave her a brief backrub. People joked that I should have my own table at the fair. But just like I'm hesitant around the idea of actually doing it as a career... I like just doing it for people I like when I feel like it.
I left around 2:15 to give myself plenty of time to walk home, finish getting my stuff together, and walk to the train for a 3:05 train home.
I kinda wanted to hang around with people longer, but I wanted to go to UCC-Jenny's party at 7pm [which I found out about at Rest and Bread on Wednesday] and if I stayed in Norwood until the 5:05 train that wouldn't really leave me much turnaround time.
Jenny had guests from Spain, and they made this amazing tortilla -- like a potato quiche. Also, she explained "tapas" to someone as "bar food," which makes so much more sense to me than the expensive stuff at, for example, Tapeo, that you're supposed to like order a whole bunch of and make like a meal out of.
I actually set a phone alarm so I would leave the party in time to meet Allie at Davis T since I'd never been to Kendall Square Cinema. I could probably find the cinema on my own now that I've been once, which is nice. Movie was about as expected. Audience was initially excessively chatty and giggly, but they got better. Costume and choreography were AMAZING.
It's showing (one week only, starting this Friday, Dec. 5) at Kendall Square Cinema. We're looking at the 9:20pm showing this Saturday.
My roses are kinda black now that they've dried out significantly. FUH was in briefly today and said he liked them, that they're "kind of dark and evil." FTW!
I heard about Frank Miller's film adaptation of Will Eisner's The Spirit via friendsfriends.
Master List for Stacey round at short_takes (BSC fic)
I have sadface that I missed signups for that, though it's probably for the best. (Hi, the last fic I manged to finish was Secret Slasha.)
Two more bags of paper going to the curb.
My mom emailed me:
You know, it sounds to me, from the "bag o' paper" count, that you have taken a significant bite out of your collection of useless paper (oops, I meant Potentially Very Important Documents).Hey, in the bottom of the last box I went through, I found my bartending book and my massage class books! I knew I couldn't have actually lost them.
Oh god, Boston Zine Fair (September 20-21). I should not go and yet you know I will.
The gash on my finger is healing, though it still looks kind of grotesque -- like the skin really isn't pushed together. Should I have gone to the hospital and gotten stitches? Should I go to the hospital anyway?
( gym )
I hit the cardio room just before 8:00am, so I got to watch Sports Center (ESPN) from the beginning. They opened with the All-Star Game but, actually didn't say who won until the end of the ten minute rehash of the game, which pleased me. ( All-Star Game, 2008 )
( bisexuality ftw! )
( Rest and Bread - theme: Memory )
They have t-shirts that say "Beloved," which I was tempted by, but I saw the one that Gary got [which was long-sleeved, what up?] and it just says it in small print on the front (with a descending dove beneath it, white on navy, so it is lovely) and the back has this giant logo for the church [edit: currently the profile pic on the church's facebook page]. So yeah, opting out of that.
Laura Ruth invited me to join her small group, which was meeting Wednesdays at 7pm (right after Rest and Bread service). I said sure, of course. She said we would be doing the third question today (I immediately thought of Passover, but just sort of looked at her blankly). She said that each week all of the small groups discusses the same question, which I knew from last week, but I didn't actually know what the questions were. So she took me up to her office and gave me the handout.
I knew the groups were about 12 people each (and that only about half that number actually attended group) but hadn't realized that they had "put every last person at First Church into small groups," as the handout says. Which makes for 10 groups, apparently.
Laura Ruth had to take care of some stuff, so James and I went ahead to JP Licks without her. I got a medium peanut butter with hot fudge. Tasty. I also paid for hers (and totally used it to get points on my loyalty card). After was had all finished eating ours, she still hadn't arrived, so we left JP Licks and walked back up to the church. I held her ice cream and ended up eating some of it 'cause it was dripping all over me, but I pointed out that there was a "diminishing marginal utility" (and I didn't even use scare-quotes when I said it) since I was already full.
Also present were Carolyn, Kim, Daniel-Rosie, and, joining us later: Carolyn's sister Marjorie (all of whom were new to me).
( spiritual gifts; prayer )
Sunday, July 27 they're having a Blessing of the Animals (yes they're not following the liturgical calendar) in combination with Vegetarian Sunday (followed by a vegetarian potluck). I was first tempted at the news that last year someone brought a hedgehog to the Blessing of the Animals, but I think it is Vegetarian Sunday that will really entice me to go.
Group wrapped up around 9pm, so I was still able to go see Gender Redesigner at the Brattle. (So you see why I didn't get this post finished last night. I got home around quarter of midnight and practically fell into bed.)
Heading into Davis T Station I passed Tamerleigh coming out. She couldn't remember my name, but we hugged, both as hello and goodbye. Win.
( documentary: Gender Redesigner )
CineMental does a film at the Brattle the third Wednesday of every month, and the next one is Trans Entities, Wed. Aug. 20 at 9:30pm. The night before I come back from Europe. I am missing docu-porn! :(
Heading into the T this morning I saw Hannah going the other way. She recognized me first and kindly volunteered her name when it was clear I didn't recognize her.
( gym )
CNN this morning, John Roberts was talking to Laura Flanders and Joe "Pags" Pagliarulo. There was actual argument. I was so pleased.
Flanders argued that Americans want to begin withdrawing troops from Iraq on day 1 and Pagliarulo argued that Americans want to win in Iraq, which is different from wanting immediate troop withdrawals. They also quarreled over whether the economy or Iraq was Issue #1 among voters.
Hameer facebook messaged me apologized for never getting back to me about hanging out and said, "maybe third time's a charm whenever i come back next (probably winter time?) In any case, fill me in on what you're doing these days. keep in touch!" I wasn't too upset about his dropping the ball since I was so busy with apartment stuff and everything, but I did appreciate the follow up and I feel like he may be sincere in his (friendly!) interest beyond just the courtesy interest which so annoys me with its superficiality.
I was telling someone about MFA films I've seen and I mentioned To Paint or Make Love. I saw it at the MFA in July 2006 and could only find the French Region 2 DVD, but on a whim I checked Amazon while composing the e-mail and actually found it.
- Format: Import, NTSC
- Language: French
- Region: All Regions
- Studio: Metropole Canada
- DVD Release Date: September 26, 2006
I dunno if it's less humid or if I'm just acclimating to the heat or something, but I didn't especially mind the walk home tonight despite the fact that I got all sweaty. Though okay, I wasn't motivated enough to haul my bag of donations all the way down to Goodwill -- though I really should, so it's one less thing cluttering up the apartment come Saturday's party. (I thought thunderstorms were predicted, though; where are they? Also, I was amused to see "1st Atlantic season hurricane becomes Category 3 (AP)" topping YahooHome's Top Stories at one point tonight 'cause on CNN's This American Morning this morning, the weather guy (Rob Marciano) was saying they expected it to stay at a Category 1 but that they hadn't expected it to even become a hurricane or to move this far west so who knows.
I started digging through boxes and found all the opening pages of stories I wrote in adolescence -- the grandiose ideas and the trashy trash. One is called "What is Lesbian?" about a girl whose mom is a lesbian, which I had completely forgotten about. I don't know when I wrote it. (There are typed bits, and there's another story with a typed bit that says "Copyright 1995," so that gives me some estimate.) I think most of that stuff predates high school anyway. Which makes this one interesting to me since I think of my queer stuff as later -- I wrote an essay on the Bible and homosexuality like my junior year at the instigation of some zinesters and had my first same-sex crush my senior year (though in retrospect I was able to see signs at least to 7th grade, so I guess it's not all that surprising).
I found one or two story-starters that I don't even remember writing. (I feel like I should use Ari's "i have no history" tag.) I'm being good about chucking almost all of my old writing stuff. The journals not so much. I'm having moderate success in being ruthless with birthday cards. I don't really know what to do with the scads of photos I have. Doing this while still wearing my dark-colored work pants was probably not my brightest idea ever, given the dust, but it wasn't too bad.
I feel like I've been on summer vacation since Wednesday.
Friday was the now traditional "Light Lunch" followed by an afternoon off. Peter and Greg walked over to lunch with us. I picked up a small whoopie pie for dessert, and Nicki was asking me what the filling was, like was it flavored, and I was like, "Um, it's a whoopie pie... it's just cream." Katie reminded me that we'd had a conversation before about how whoopie pies are a New England thing. (Greg didn't know what they were, but we're used to that 'cause he spent a good chunk of time in Israel.)
Cate joined later, and some I ended up telling her about due South fandom. I don't think I'd really realized before that CKR was in due South and that's where everyone initially knows him from. (Yes, apparently I think of The Canadian Actor Mafia as its own fandom.) I've never seen due South, but I was recalling that I did sporadically watch some tv show with Mounties when I was younger, and really, how many tv shows about Mounties aired on broadcast American tv in the 1990s? Dad, do you remember anything about this?
Speaking of fandoms I'm not in...
via monkeycrackmary: Steph in Africa (on scans_daily)
Anyway, we hung out for a couple hours and then went our separate ways. I did a couple errands -- though not as many as I should have. We reconvened for dinner at CPK at the Pru. Cate was running late, but we still had our food (I got the mushroom pizza.) with enough time to eat and not feel rushed. (We ended up getting to Park St. like right at 7:30 -- minor T delays was something of a theme with me that afternoon -- but ASP never starts on time, so we were okay.)
That morning, I bumped into Layna on my way to the T and Allie at the T, and on the Green Line to Prudential I saw Meredith.
ASP's 4th season wrapped up with King John, which neither Cate nor I had ever seen/read before. (And I didn't look at the synposis, opting to just go with the flow of the play)
Turns out it was really good. Both the play and the production. It was very modern -- people in suits, drinking martinis, brandishing pistols, etc. -- and that made SO MUCH SENSE. And the play itself is interesting and engaging (and okay there were a few bits I could have done without, but that's usually true of me and lots of the comedic bits Shakespeare sticks in the histories). I told Cate afterward that it was probably my favorite of the season, definitely made me excited about giving them money for my subscription for next year. She commented that the other productions this year had schticks, like the all-female Macbeth, the Henry V with only five actors, and she was like, "See, when you have a multi-gender cast of more than half a dozen, you can do great things." I commented that while this one also had a "schtick" (the contemporary, shades of mafioso, setting) it was more of a theme -- we agreed that this was like Titus, which was the play we saw last season and which was also awesome. I also said that they didn't overdo it, which she agreed, and she commented that ironically, she thought if they'd done more with the schtick in their production of Tempest this season it might well have worked a lot better for her.
( spoilers )
As I expected, I had mixed feelings about the apartment I looked at this morning. It's a two-level two-bedroom condo. The woman living there is looking for someone quiet, and part of me is like, "I'm never home, and when I am I'm mostly just playing on the internet," but part of me worries that I would be on edge, worrying. The two bedrooms abut each other, and she mentioned that for example, "If I make a late-night phone call I go downstairs" (the upper level is the two bedrooms and a full bath, the lower level is a living room and eat-in kitchen and half-bath) and yeah, that kind of quiet consideration feels maybe excessive.
It's got a nice basement I could use to store some of my boxes (though yes I know I should purge before I move) plus washer-dryer. She has RCN wireless internet; I would need wired Internet and would like cable tv. The bedroom is good-sized (11x14... my current one is about 11x11) and with a good-sized closet.
There's a nice little playground across the street, including checkerboard tables with attached seats. It's something like a 15-minute walk to Harvard Square, and I could pick up the 86 (direct to my campus) like five minutes from the house. It's near a Market Basket, plus the FoodMaster by Inman and the Union Square Farmer's Market and it's a 5-10min. walk to the 87 to Porter (Shaw's).
She rents from the absentee landlords (they're in California, but apparently there's a local repairperson who's good... and the condo was built in the 1980s and is in good shape) and was talking about a month-to-month lease, which makes me nervous, though it also provides flexibility should I decide it wasn't working out and wanted to move (and I do trust that if she decided to move -- she's been flirting with the idea of buying a place herself, but doesn't think that'll happen any time soon -- she would give me plenty of notice).
I'm not under pressure to decide SOON, which I appreciate.
Part of me feels like I should just wait until July, when the bulk of the August 1 openings will be posted. And part of me thinks I should actually check out July 1 openings 'cause if there's something that's a great fit then it would be worth double-paying rent for a month.
I went to Gusti's graduation party (at the Nave Gallery at CHPC). The official start time was 4:30, so I left my house at 4:30. (I live about a five-minute walk away.) It was really nice that so many of Gusti's communities were there (people from her neighborhood, people from CHPC, people from school -- including her undergrad [she just graduated from HDS]). I actually chatted with people I didn't already know. *proud of me*
SarahD. was talking about Adam Sandler's new movie (the Zohan one), which apparently includes Israel-Palestine issues. I now feel like I need to see this movie. (She also mentioned how she walked out of Michael Moore's Fahrenheit 9/11. I was so pleased.)
I was chatting with mjules after I got home, and it's good to have someone who knows what you're talking about when you wtf at "The Devil Is Bad" by the W's (Track 8 on Disc 1 of WOW 1999 The Year's Top Christian Artists and Songs).
Track 12 is the Supertones' "Little Man," which brought me back to the Supertones concert Tim took us to back when I was in high school, which I had totally forgotten about until now.
I was okay in the heat today, and my apartment still feels decent. I am very pleased by this. (Though I expect it will get worse as the days continue to high near 90F and it only cools off to like 70F overnight.)
As we began discussing trans films, I thought about how we don't really deal with race. (Ari, this was even before I saw your CoC entry.) I thought of black./womyn.:conversations with lesbians of African descent from this year's MFA festival, but other than that I can't think of anything that specifically deals with the intersection of race and sexuality (or anything that deals with intersections of race and Christianity), nor do I really know how to go about looking for such films/documentaries.
Speaking of lists of queer films... silviakundera posted: "This is an collection of mini-summaries of various gay flicks I have seen at one point or another. Some may be more of a vague memory, others are fresh. Each movie will be clearly marked as having a happily-ever-after ending or not. And I am certainly not promising that all films listed are GOOD films. Just gay ones."
( Purple Rhino? )
Thursday night my mom e-mailed me:
Subject: I spend too much time in your head space***
I saw this headline on Yahoo:
"Gates ousts Air Force leaders in historic shake-up"
which I read as
"Gates outs Air Force leaders in historic shake-up".
I was confused until I realized my error.
Oh, my love, I have been betrayedWhat is up with my feeling queasy like every morning recently? Today I didn't eat anything until after I went to the gym -- at which point I (slowly) ate a blueberry bagel -- and yet I was still feeling queasy come lunchtime. (Last week it would go away by the time I'd walked to the T in the morning.) I got french fries and a banana for lunch -- and then bumped into Nicki, who wasn't feeling well either and was going to get fro-yo, which idea I decided to adopt as well.
by the thoughts I think,
by the words I say
Oh, my love, I have been deceived
by the war raging inside of me.
Lack of sleep + emotional stress = ftw. (mjules said, "I hope everything turns out as okay as it can, and in the meantime I wish you peace." Exactly.) And no, I don't want to talk about it. I'll be fine, it's just a sucky situation which nothing can really be done about.
I'm not good at keeping secrets. I only share with people I trust are safe (and I don't think my trust has been misplaced yet), but that is not necessarily everyone else's expectation when they trust me with things. This is probably something I should work on.
In better news, Prof.B's MiddleEast trip seems to be fine. (Multiple cooks in the kitchen and all, so I worried that stuff had gotten dropped, but we seem okay.) And today wasn't wholly unproductive. (I did work stuff and also did my writeup of The Curiosity of Chance. I private-posted a placeholder entry last night, but it's public now that it's finished.)
I was up so so late last night. I would have crashed sooner tonight, but tonight was the HIMYM season finale (this week will likely be slow enough that I could easily watch it streaming online, but I like watching stuff right when it airs anyway).
( gym )
On CNN this morning, Ed Rollins, Republican strategist, said that Bush's talk about appeasement at the Knesset was a bad idea, and that Obama used it well -- pushed Hillary's WVa win off the front page. I hadn't thought of it that way before.
John Roberts asked him about Tom Davis' statements about the Republican party (link via jennyo), and he basically said he agreed. I'm so used to this sense of the Republican party as a dominant force, that it's sort of weird to hear major GOP people saying this stuff.
the_red_shoes talked about "Wilde writing REALLY WEIRDLY about Jesus" and she then posted:
His miracles seem to me as exquisite as the coming of Spring, and quite as natural. I see no difficulty at all in believing that such was the charm of his personality that his mere presence could bring peace to souls in anguish, and that those who touched his garments or his hands forgot their pain: or that as he passed by on the highway of life people who had seen nothing of life's mysteries saw them clearly, and others who had been deaf to every voice but that of Pleasure heard for the first time the voice of Love and found it as "musical as is Apollo's lute": or that evil passions fled at his approach, and men whose dull imaginative lives had been but a mode of death rose as it were from the grave when he called them: or that when he taught on the hillside the multitude forgot their hunger and thirst and the cares of this world, and that to his friends who listened to him as he sat at meat the coarse food seemed delicate, and the water had the taste of good wine, and the whole house became full of the odour and sweetness of nard.Is it bad that I'm really quite fond of that? (I've never read De Profundis, so all I'm saying is that I like that excerpt.)
I have no real interest in seeing the Prince Caspian movie, though I've been reading other people's reviews of it (thus far, Sharon hated it, Mari and Carolyn loved it). I saw a review on friendsfriends (kben) which I enjoyed: ( Read more... )
I've been reading posts about Supernatural (a show I saw a minute or two of once and which fandom I only peripherally follow) recently -- the ones responding to trollprincess' "Bitchwach" posts about the use of certain gendered insults in the three seasons of the show.
The argument that resonates with me most is the frustration that it's expected that this behavior is just "boys being boys." cereta wrote:
I mean, seriously, is this it? Do we expect so little of men? This, by the way, is an area where I think men who get it should be really pissed off. God, if society expected nothing better of me than to be an overgrown kid who casually threw around derogatory words for people different from me, I'd be pissed off all the time. But seriously: are we never going to say, "No, this isn't acceptable. No, you don't get to behave like this and not get called on it. No, you shouldn't do this, and if you do it, I'm going to choose not to be around you."?(veejane talks about masculinity and social class. I hadn't seen people attributing the misogynistic language to the characters' working class background, but as I said, I'm not actually in this fandom at all, and it's definitely a connection I can easily plausibly see people making -- and honestly probably one I've fallen into myself in other contexts.)
I was thinking today about how much I invest in doing my job (in thinking about other people with similar jobs who don't necessarily approach their jobs the same way I do) and how that's a little funny because I definitely don't primarily define myself by what my job is (I'm much more likely to focus on my extensive affiliation with churches, or with fandom, or my gutter-minded-ness, or . . .). But I am very much a people-pleaser.
I have given up the delusion of doing the readings for my Western Thought class -- though I really should do the readings for next week 'cause it's selections from Adam Smith's The Wealth of Nations. Tonight was Burke and Paine. We are not surprised that I have a lot of sympathy for Burke's argument that destroying existing flawed systems could just make things worse. (The stuff about "not all the people who came before us are morons" reminded me of sk8eeyore on Eastern Orthodoxy, Church Fathers, the value of tradition, etc.) The prof phrased Paine as saying: You can't know all the consequences of what you do, but you do know the ugliness of what you inherited. The prof pointed to the difference in how much faith they had in human fallibility, which on reflection I think connects nicely to the contemporary conservative/liberal divide (though I agree with the prof that a lot of what is called conservativism today doesn't actually seem all that conservative) -- because I feel like it's not so much about big government vs. little government these days but rather about which things people think government should be involved in, and also which things we think we need to protect people from (including which areas in which we think we need to protect people from themselves).
mjules asked me if I'd heard of a movie a friend had just recommended to her:
Zerophilia is sweet teen sex romp done with a twist.Never heard of it before, but totally sold now (even though that copy-writer clearly needs an editor).
Luke has just had his just met the girl of his dreams. Which would be great if he didn't suffer from Zerophilia, a genetic condition that causes him to spontaneously switch sexes when he becomes arouse. A situation which is further complicated by his dream girls even dreamier brother, played by Blood Ties Kyle Schmid.
-mylittleredgirl [more info]
"Sin is necessary, but all will be well, and all will be well, and every kind of thing will be well."
-Julian of Norwich, Showings
Five good things about today:
1. I remain not-very-sick.
2. I got to spend some time in the sunny no-jacket outside sporadically during the day. (Yes, I know it was highs in the 40s today.)
3. I has pretty clothes. (Even if no one complimented me on them.) The pants are still suboptimal, but better in a number of ways than the ones I'd been wearing -- and they have pockets; holding my cell phone and ID card in my hand/cleavage gets old.
4. Even with all the hiccups in various scheduling things today, nothing seemed to fall apart particularly.
5. The Grille was closed (no students) but the International Table (Indian) had food I was willing to eat, and I even had leftover samosas for dinner.
Three things I did well today:
1. I got up close to when my alarm went off. And had breakfast.
2. I did last-minute rejiggering of [vistor's] schedule without freaking out.
3. I filed all the stuff I'd printed out on Friday and double-checked the electronic files to make sure I'd printed out everything.
Two things I am looking forward to (doing [better]) tomorrow:
1. FUH says he's coming in tomorrow.
2. I don't have any post-work commitments.
Those of you who pray (or something similar)? Prayers would be appreciated for my old church -- the United Church of Norwood. (And if you want something specific to pray for . . . prayers that the people discern the will of God and move forward in a Christlike manner.)