I'd like to buy a vowel..?

For 3 of my 4 years at S.U., the Traditions' Committee would erect a sign on the steps of Hendricks Chapel counting down the last 30 days to graduation. It said, "30[29, 28 etc] Days Til We Out."



It drove Adam crazy. He felt that if we have spent four years earning a university degree, we could at least have the sign say: "There are 30 Days Until We Are Out of Here." It sort of drove me crazy, too. Our senior year, he had big plans to buy spray paint and an alphabet stencil and change it in the middle of the night. I was all for it actually. I shared this in a women's studies class, and the graduate assistant (a woman I just loved) suggested writing "STOP APPROPRIATING BLACK CULTURE" instead. Also a good suggestion. The sign never made an appearance our senior year, which was sort of gratifying, even if Adam had his heart set on stenciling campus property.



So you know that church near my house with the two-sided lettered sign? That one that used to say, "Don't let a hearse bring you to church," remember? and it's grammar struck me as funny?



Well. The sign now says, "Marriage is defined between a man and a woman."



Okay. Yes, I know that the parish staff means to say, "Don't let a hearse be the first thing that brings you to church." I know they mean to say, essentially: "Marriage is a heterosexual holy union."



But still- I have the almost irresistible urge to change the sign. I wouldn't even need stencils. Since it says the same thing on both sides, all I would have to really do is move the letters "W" and "O" from one side to the other and- VOILA! "Marriage is defined between a man and a man" on one side/"Marriage is defined between a woman and a woman" on the other. So. Tempting.



Call me Vanna.

I'd like to buy a vowel..?

For 3 of my 4 years at S.U., the Traditions' Committee would erect a sign on the steps of Hendricks Chapel counting down the last 30 days to graduation. It said, "30[29, 28 etc] Days Til We Out."



It drove Adam crazy. He felt that if we have spent four years earning a university degree, we could at least have the sign say: "There are 30 Days Until We Are Out of Here." It sort of drove me crazy, too. Our senior year, he had big plans to buy spray paint and an alphabet stencil and change it in the middle of the night. I was all for it actually. I shared this in a women's studies class, and the graduate assistant (a woman I just loved) suggested writing "STOP APPROPRIATING BLACK CULTURE" instead. Also a good suggestion. The sign never made an appearance our senior year, which was sort of gratifying, even if Adam had his heart set on stenciling campus property.



So you know that church near my house with the two-sided lettered sign? That one that used to say, "Don't let a hearse bring you to church," remember? and it's grammar struck me as funny?



Well. The sign now says, "Marriage is defined between a man and a woman."



Okay. Yes, I know that the parish staff means to say, "Don't let a hearse be the first thing that brings you to church." I know they mean to say, essentially: "Marriage is a heterosexual holy union."



But still- I have the almost irresistible urge to change the sign. I wouldn't even need stencils. Since it says the same thing on both sides, all I would have to really do is move the letters "W" and "O" from one side to the other and- VOILA! "Marriage is defined between a man and a man" on one side/"Marriage is defined between a woman and a woman" on the other. So. Tempting.



Call me Vanna.

Step Kick Kick Leap Kick Touch

"Oh, God, I hope I get it. I hope I get it."

-A Chorus Line



Breathe in. Try not play with eyebrows. Sit in sacred space. Remember to breathe out. Repeat.

Step Kick Kick Leap Kick Touch

"Oh, God, I hope I get it. I hope I get it."

-A Chorus Line



Breathe in. Try not play with eyebrows. Sit in sacred space. Remember to breathe out. Repeat.

Red Hooded Sweatshirt

I chose the above title as a nod to Adam Sandler's song, you know the one that goes like- "I love you, Sweeeeee-eh-atshirt. RED.HOOD.ED Sweeeee-eh-atshirt."



So yeah. My laptop is dead. Fried. Getting a new logicboard and everything. I keep walking around humming-

"I miss you Laaaaaaa-ah-aptop. (ramalamadingdong)

My little laaaaaa-ah-aptop."



Anyway, this means I have to schlep myself up off the couch and into my spare bedroom office, check my messages on my landline voicemail, fire up the desktop and connect via DIAL-UP (gasp). So I'm sorry I haven't blogged much.



Also, I had Alissa here for a fabulous friend-bonding weekend, which mostly involved up going to Scary Posh Mall, but you know, I like to give that whole actual human contact thing my attention whenever I can. :) Not that cyber human contact isn't fun, too. I'm just sayin.'



Right now my cat is curled up in a tight little ball on my papasan. He's sleeping with his head upside down, and he's meowing in his sleep. It's kind of like when Bella barks in her sleep, (also cute), but he seems much more vulnerable right now. Seeing him like this makes me forget about the times that he runs around the apartment with huge chunks of chicken in his mouth and kicks the dog treat jar off the refrigerator, though I swear Bella puts him up to that.



"Dropthechicken, dropthechicken, dropthechicken!"

There. That was for you, Luke. Drive safely. :)

Red Hooded Sweatshirt

I chose the above title as a nod to Adam Sandler's song, you know the one that goes like- "I love you, Sweeeeee-eh-atshirt. RED.HOOD.ED Sweeeee-eh-atshirt."



So yeah. My laptop is dead. Fried. Getting a new logicboard and everything. I keep walking around humming-

"I miss you Laaaaaaa-ah-aptop. (ramalamadingdong)

My little laaaaaa-ah-aptop."



Anyway, this means I have to schlep myself up off the couch and into my spare bedroom office, check my messages on my landline voicemail, fire up the desktop and connect via DIAL-UP (gasp). So I'm sorry I haven't blogged much.



Also, I had Alissa here for a fabulous friend-bonding weekend, which mostly involved up going to Scary Posh Mall, but you know, I like to give that whole actual human contact thing my attention whenever I can. :) Not that cyber human contact isn't fun, too. I'm just sayin.'



Right now my cat is curled up in a tight little ball on my papasan. He's sleeping with his head upside down, and he's meowing in his sleep. It's kind of like when Bella barks in her sleep, (also cute), but he seems much more vulnerable right now. Seeing him like this makes me forget about the times that he runs around the apartment with huge chunks of chicken in his mouth and kicks the dog treat jar off the refrigerator, though I swear Bella puts him up to that.



"Dropthechicken, dropthechicken, dropthechicken!"

There. That was for you, Luke. Drive safely. :)

Uncle Frank eggs with soldiers, please

Tonight I was on the phone with Alissa, and I decided I wanted eggs. I referred to sunnyside up eggs as "dippy eggs," which is what Amanda and I called them when we were kids. She had only ever heard her younger cousins calling them that.



The term "dippy eggs" is pretty self-explanatory. However, my family has always called soft-boiled eggs "Uncle Frank eggs." Nanny used to host big family breakfasts on the weekends when my dad was young, and apparently my Great-Uncle Frank always, always ate soft-boiled eggs, even if everyone else was having something else.



One Saturday in college, I was making Uncle Frank eggs, and I was cutting toast into vertical strips. Jo came into the kitchen, picked up a piece and said, "Soldiers!" which is what her mom always called strips of toast for soft-boiled eggs.



So here's a call for comments- What word habits have you had since you were a kid? And how do you take your eggs? :)

Uncle Frank eggs with soldiers, please

Tonight I was on the phone with Alissa, and I decided I wanted eggs. I referred to sunnyside up eggs as "dippy eggs," which is what Amanda and I called them when we were kids. She had only ever heard her younger cousins calling them that.



The term "dippy eggs" is pretty self-explanatory. However, my family has always called soft-boiled eggs "Uncle Frank eggs." Nanny used to host big family breakfasts on the weekends when my dad was young, and apparently my Great-Uncle Frank always, always ate soft-boiled eggs, even if everyone else was having something else.



One Saturday in college, I was making Uncle Frank eggs, and I was cutting toast into vertical strips. Jo came into the kitchen, picked up a piece and said, "Soldiers!" which is what her mom always called strips of toast for soft-boiled eggs.



So here's a call for comments- What word habits have you had since you were a kid? And how do you take your eggs? :)

London Calling

I'm watching "Bend It Like Beckham" for the 8th time and missing London so much it hurts. I actually just googled "London flats to let" and asked Stephen what it would take for him to be able to act professionally in England.



For us to move to London and work in our chosen professions, we would have to 1.) Make Stephen a British citizen- Marry Jo or similar- so he could join their

actors' union.

2.) Get extended visa for me, hoping some photo news service would hire

me.

3.) Quit current job, spend all of accumulated savings, annilihate stability.

4.) Put wordly possessions in storage.

5.) Get dog and cat innoculated. Research quarantine laws.

6.) Leave friends, family, professional contacts, ability to get home quickly.



Somehow I think going to London on vacation would make the desire to do this worse. I know all the experiences I've had- getting to study abroad, backpack through Europe, live in London and Prague, etc- was supposed to get the desire to do this stuff out of my system. But it didn't.



Eh. Never going to happen.

London Calling

I'm watching "Bend It Like Beckham" for the 8th time and missing London so much it hurts. I actually just googled "London flats to let" and asked Stephen what it would take for him to be able to act professionally in England.



For us to move to London and work in our chosen professions, we would have to 1.) Make Stephen a British citizen- Marry Jo or similar- so he could join their

actors' union.

2.) Get extended visa for me, hoping some photo news service would hire

me.

3.) Quit current job, spend all of accumulated savings, annilihate stability.

4.) Put wordly possessions in storage.

5.) Get dog and cat innoculated. Research quarantine laws.

6.) Leave friends, family, professional contacts, ability to get home quickly.



Somehow I think going to London on vacation would make the desire to do this worse. I know all the experiences I've had- getting to study abroad, backpack through Europe, live in London and Prague, etc- was supposed to get the desire to do this stuff out of my system. But it didn't.



Eh. Never going to happen.

Six in the City

"'What would your head have been doing in Hogsme@de, Potter?' said Snape softly. 'Your head is not allowed in Hogsme@de. No part of your body has permission to be in Hogsme@de.'"

-Prisoner of Azk@ban



I spent this past weekend with friends in Philly. Unfortunately, Gwen could not technically be with us. It's all up On the Record, click the link above.

Six in the City

"'What would your head have been doing in Hogsme@de, Potter?' said Snape softly. 'Your head is not allowed in Hogsme@de. No part of your body has permission to be in Hogsme@de.'"

-Prisoner of Azk@ban



I spent this past weekend with friends in Philly. Unfortunately, Gwen could not technically be with us. It's all up On the Record, click the link above.