in light of #helderclaus i was reminded of this story. a former co-worker’s grandson likes to make up songs using random words. he’s 3 these days.
here is one of his songs.
“Santa is in his dress and it means that he’s in the closet….”
OF THE TIMES A sign marked a beach closed in Grand Isle, La., Thursday due to the Deepwater Horizon oil spill. (Photo: Jae C. Hong / AP via the Wall St. Journal)
i see pictures like this and it’s sad. obviously. this spill has been horrific. is horrific. and sadly, we are not even close to realizing the ramifications. or suffering them. and yeah, i was happy to see that we have a president who can say “i made a mistake. and i will do better.” it’s better than the bullshit we got from bush for 8 years.
but, for fuck’s sake – can we just see this as the disaster it is? stop using it as a political football? please? hey, GOP – let’s look at your record on environmental disasters before you start bashing the obama white house. k? and everyone ranting and raving about how obama isn’t doing enough or isn’t progressive enough, let’s hold the CORPORATION accountable. let’s force our corporations to actually remember to be accountable to the the consumers they serve.
just a thought.
If you know me at all you probably know that I’ve been standing on the edge of the proverbial cliff for a while. For the past few years I’ve been ready for a change. Everytime I started to take steps towards that change, something would happen. My mom’s health would take a down turn. Work status changed completely. My mom passed away.
But lately? Lately things were stable. Work wasn’t changing. And I was frustrated. Ready to move on elsewhere. Unsure of what to do. But ready for change. So for about five months (starting back in late November) I stood on a cliff. Staring down at the water. Wondering if I should jump. But not sure what I was jumping into.
And now? Now I feel like I’m flying through air. There are destinations sure. New home. New job. But still free falling a bit. I have no idea how this all will fall into place. But, I’m ready.
I’m terrified for sure. One change is a big deal. But two major life changes within the course of a week? That’s just more than my brain really wants to handle right now. But it has to. I don’t really have a choice. (I guess I do have a choice. You always have a choice, right? But the other options are just not what I want.)
It’s also really bittersweet. Leaving work is much sadder than I thought. I spent 6 years there. Twice as long as I anticipated. It amazes me that I’m finding myself overwhelmed with emotion to leave a job I was decidedly unhappy with. I didn’t want it anymore. I was done.
And leaving my dad will be tough. I know that. But it will be done. And it will be good for both of us.
Anyway, I should get to work. Finish out my last week. Clean it up. Get it done. Say goodbye.
Controversial Print Ad of the Day: Palermo-based denim-monger “New Form” has launched a new campaign starring the bust of a slightly-more-pink-than-usual Hitler, accompanied by the slogan “change your style, don’t follow your leader.”
Shockingly (i.e. not shockingly), some antifascist partisans are not too comfortable with the Führer’s visage (harmless as he may seem) being plastered all over Italy. The company, meanwhile, is unperturbed, vowing to press forward with their campaign, with a Mao variant coming soon.
Carlos Bocanegra, Rennes, USA
I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be famous. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. They don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.
The Kindly Ones, Neil Gaiman (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
I convinced my dad to take a drive with me tonight. My painter has finished and since he has offered to pay I though I should ask him to take a look. I also wanted him to feel needed.
We drove to the new place and, well, I think he was begrudgingly impressed with the work. More pictures to follow.
But then I said, “Hey, let’s take a drive to Hartford and see where my new office is.” He agreed. I had no need to go. I have two weeks before I start this job. I know exactly where it is. I know where my parking lot is. But, I’m completely changing his life. He needs to realize I still need him and want him to be my Dad. And I love it when my dad goes to Hartford. If in the right mood, the stories flow.
He wasn’t there tonight. But answered questions. I found out exactly where my mom lived when she first came here from Italy. We parked and walked around St. Augustine’s and he showed me where he fell the night of the rehearsal dinner. I had to prod, but he was willing to share. He didn’t get frustrated. But, he didn’t share more than asked.
But, with him, you take what you can get.