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Tuesday, October 17, 2017

did trump really say

It's a problem. He's a problem.
He is not the solution to literally anything.

None of this is okay.

Monday, October 16, 2017

Happy Birthday, Oscar

Isn't he wonderful. 

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Thursday, October 12, 2017

Currently listening to Voice of Vashon

Throwback Thursday: 1990'ish

I don't have my college yearbook, in fact I'd never even seen one. But Lisa brought hers to our 20th reunion in 2012, and this picture was in it -- the drama club officers.

The photographer had us pose (awkwardly, if memory serves) at the bottom of the steps that, in those days, arc'ed around to the cafeteria. I always liked that building.

That building is now called the Sweeney Center, and it's mostly administrative. But in the 90s Steve Sweeney was the Dean of Arts & Sciences. One of my work-study jobs was in his office. He was...very businesslike. I couldn't get a read on the guy at all. I wonder if he knew or had any part in what happened when they kicked so many of us out. Why didn't that mass expulsion raise any eyebrows? I still don't get it, looking at these young faces in grainy black & white.

There was definitely something fishy going on with the money handling at that school.∎

I posted this on Facebook in 2012:
"Eddie clearly didn't get the memo that all club officers needed to show up for pictures wearing horrifying sweaters." 



Sunday, October 8, 2017

Friday, October 6, 2017

"

Cavort, dear, just cavort. - Carol Burnett

Thursday, October 5, 2017

Throwback Thursday: Early 90s

Photo: Allison Q Blatt

So last week's big clean/organize/purge event that took place in my little sun room studio?
Photos were tucked into boxes and hiding in bags.
They came sliding out from between book pages.
So now I have a pile of pictures, some I haven't seen in ages.

For today, here's one of me
with Hub (then-boyfriend) and his college friend Geoff.
Hub organized a group trip to a car race.
We liked the F1 and Indy cars and did this a number of times

but I don't remember where this track was located.

Check out my sweet blue long johns in public.

I regret nothing.

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Recipe: Garden Pizza


Yesterday Joe posted on Facebook about the pizza I made for dinner. People were all "wow!" over how good it looks. But really no need to "wow" this one, guys! Quick pizza is so easy if somebody else makes the dough, and my grocery store happens to have a great ready made pizza dough in the deli section.

I wrote up a Quick Version of a garden pizza, and further down there's a more detailed explanation if you've literally never thought about making your own fresh pizza at home. We do this once a week, and we almost always make a Garden Pizza. It's especially great when everybody's gardens are busting out in tomatoes and peppers. Last night's had a purple bell pepper that Sue gave us.
PIZZA GEAR MAKES IT EASIER
  • Pizza stone or pizza pan (read what prep it needs to make sure dough does not stick)
  • Pizza cutter wheel thing
  • Oven mitts (I feel like I shouldn't have to say this, but I have stories about certain friends...you know who you are...)
Garden Pizza: Quick Version

INGREDIENTS

A ball of fresh dough
A little bread flour or white flour
Olive oil
Shredded cheese (a blend of Mozzarella with other Italian cheeses is great)
A variety of vegetables

1. Prepare the dough first by warming it.
2. Preheat the oven.
3. Slice all the vegetables.
4. Lay out the dough on your pizza pan or stone.
5. Top the pizza.
6. Bake at °425 for 12 minutes.

Be careful taking it out of the oven! It should cool for a few minutes before serving. 🍕

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Monday, October 2, 2017

Friday, September 29, 2017

Rose Marie is on Twitter and She Is A Delight

This photo of Rose Marie is everything tonight.

Advise following Rose Marie on Twitter.
What a great lady.
@RoseMarie4Real

Operation: Organize

Alright everyone. We have reached the final frontier. Today it's time to go deep into my studio. 

What it lacks in size, it makes up for in volume. I've had bags and boxes Tetris'ed in here for years, and I've just hauled everything out and now you can't see the living room anymore. Cover me, I'm goin' in...∎

🎮

We're overdue for a body-swap movie

Freaky Friday, All of Me, Like Father Like Son, Big, Vice Versa, 18 Again, Being John Malkovich, Freaky Friday, 13 Going on 30, 17 Again, Heaven Can Wait, Down to Earth. 

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Throwback Thursday: 1990

#NeverGoogleYourself


"OH DEAR GOD. Never Google yourself." 

That's what I wrote under "Write a Review" on an archive site I discovered this week.

Someone posted the Spring 1990 issue of our college Honors newsletter, a quarterly called Femmes d'esprit. Spring '90 was the second issue after I became the Editor. The previous editor, Stacy, had gone off to Europe on a semester abroad. While I was envious of all the girls who got to do things like that, I was thrilled to take over. And today I'm equally thrilled and mortified that this PDF has been raised from the tar pits of time.

Thrillified


🙈 Mortified because I hate reading things I've written. I hate it. So much so that I've even toyed with the idea of joining Mortified in order to get over it. I will, as soon as I can think about it without feeling like I have to throw up.

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

I don't know who this is, but I like her



👄
So this is still a thing.
I remember years ago when a photographer sold nude shots of 
Madonna from before she became famous.

People were positively scandalized. At least in America, where nudity is still scandalous.
Oh, the pearl-clutching! My my! 
👀
But Madonna had the best response to the numbskulls
and it shut them right down.
I love it.
I've used it.
Madonna said, 

"So what?"
💖

_____________________________________________



Monday, September 25, 2017

One Wolf

@MJMcKean

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Chunky Gold

Necklace

Please excuse the boob shot on a Saturday morning.
Not tryin' to be fresh.
But this is another necklace that people stop me on the street to inquire after,
and they're always surprised to hear that I got it
from a mall cart in Vegas.
I like it because it has a light, plastic feel like Bakelite, but it's not.
I know because it was like ten bucks or something.
For Bakelite, add a zero.

Word of the Day: Culs-de-sac

Friday, September 22, 2017

Joe plays with The Elderly Sept 27



Joe plays with The Elderly Sept 27.

Let Them Wear Buns

🕴
If you're a card-carrying feminist and you're mocking the so-called "man bun," then you can turn in your card.

We will never reach true equity until men have the same access, without mockery, to feminine tropes as women do for the masculine ones. The "man bun" is just a bun, the same as any woman can wear a "pageboy" haircut, buzz cut, a tie, or, you know, pants.

Not to mention: you sound ancient. Like when my mom would tell me how The Beatles were considered to have long hair and "the adults" would go nuts over how long their hair was! That's what you sound like to kids now if you're making fun of buns on men. Men with long hair have the exact same reasons to put it up (out of the way) as women do. Let them wear buns.

early

Doctor's Office

I assumed a 6:45am alarm would be a "before work" thing.
If I'd known I'd still be job-less in September,
I'd have made this doc appointment for later in the day.
I cropped my eye bags out of this photo.

I'm not good in the morning.
Not good.
Plus it's wind and rain out there.

Sept 23 Edit: 
I came back to tag "Shopping." 
I'd found this storm grey poncho at my favorite thrift shop for three bucks.
I found the neck piece at the hospital gift shop on my way out.

I love the hospital gift shop. 
Next time I'm admitted there 
(inevitable, as my stomach has tried to kill me three times in the past 15 years)
don't get me flowers or slippers.
If you want to bring me something that costs around five bucks that I'll love,
just Facetime me from the gift shop and I'll tell you where to look.

This necklace is heavy like ivory (it's not), and it's clackety and thunky.
$5.31 with tax.
I think it looks great with the poncho..

"Did she just say poncho?"
Right?
I haven't seen a poncho in decades. 
When I was little and we lived in the converted school, 
me and the neighbor girls used to steal our moms' ponchos and run around wearing them as skirts, over our jeans.

This is a soft medium-gray yarn, and there's no snags or tears anywhere.
It's got a darker gray loose-weave layer, underneath a flat wide-weave layer.
You can see the cool effect of the under-layer through the yarn triangles in this photo.
At first I thought it might be reversible, but it's not.

It's a short poncho, even on me. 
If you're a taller person, it might lay to your ribcage.
On a man around Joe's height, more of a shrug.
On me it goes to my waist. 

The thrift store had it stashed deep in one of their super-random bins
of anything that's a smallish piece of fabric. 
Scarves, ascots, shawls, doilies, wrap belts. 
They have a point.
I have worn doilies a number of different ways.

I guess what I'm saying is: ponchos are back.

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Throwback Thursday: 1999?

Somerville, MA

This photo is on a CD labeled "Stuff from old drive" and it says
"1999...?"

Let's see...that's my office in the Somerville apartment,
way back when I lived with Hub.
My hair was red for awhile in the 90s, but not here, though I see some reddish undertone.
Late 1999 sounds about right...?

I'm at my desk in this photo.
I had a webcam.
Early webcam.
Sometimes I'd put the webcam on the floor
in the doorway to the kitchen (at right)
to see what the cats were up to...

Bonus Throwback: "Cats in Bags"

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

"Lights please!"

🎅
Parents believe their kid believes 
in Santa 
approximately *3.7 years longer than the kid actually believes in Santa. 

The kid keeps it going, 
but only because they just can't bear 
to ruin the fun for their parents. 
This is not bad news, it's good news, 
because it means they understand 
the real joy of Christmas.
💟

*Not an actual statistic


Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Voice of Vashon

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KVSH 101.9 FM

I stream a Seattle-area indie radio station almost exclusively. They just played Lori McKenna's "Ruby's Shoes," and now Gloria Gaynor's "I Will Survive." 

This is the kind of thing that doesn't happen on your radio station. 

(Recommending making this your radio station).


Sunday, September 17, 2017

A Bitch In Time

I need to sew up some holes in stuff I like. Cuz this is charming.

Doles Orchard - Limington, ME

Thursday, September 14, 2017

The Elderly

The Elderly came over last night to practice.
They've got a show coming up at The Midway in JP.

Monday, September 11, 2017

Sunday, September 10, 2017

These Are Some People I Don't Understand

Brad is dead. There is no more Brad.

You Named It Brad, and I Don't Know What To Do With That.


Could you please not introduce me to your car? Because unless it's Greased Lightning or something similarly non-anthro, I don't want to meet him. Tell your car that I'm a warm person usually, it's just that I would be more comfortable if we remain strangers while I'm sitting in him and twiddling his knobs. I'm not judging you for naming your car (or your bike, or your coffee maker) but if you bring me into the relationship, I will feel too weird about it. Everything else is so weird right now, I cannot integrate any more information. So help me out, please, and don't tell me your car's name. ∎

Saturday, September 9, 2017

My mom will be so proud

Found some fun stuff at a tag sale today.
Tag sales are like Vegas. Bring only what you are willing to spend.
I brought ten bucks.
Left to Right: Black ribbed hat, a little beat up guitar, a top hat, a court jester ornament.
Bottom left: A jeweled pewter spider, a little red glass candle holder, and a box of worn-in pastels.

H/T @SaveTheMayotee

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Monday, September 4, 2017

Saturday, September 2, 2017

Friday, September 1, 2017

#BLM




“Some people have a way with words, and other people...oh, uh, not have way.” —Steve Martin 

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Throwback Thursday: 1985

                                                                                                      "Hey, if you get a chance while you're in the states...didn't you say your sister kept the clipping of us in the paper in high school, with my dog?"
Michelle DiPoala, left, and Diana Tramontano, both of Roxbury, chat Tuesday afternoon at the Roxbury tennis courts off of Route 67. Meanwhile Grover tries to take in a bit of the conversation.

#HireAWriter

"I was a rocket ship filled with untapped potential. With Year Up, now the sky is the limit."

Dear marketer,
Advise hiring a writer if your transit marketing campaign
forces awkward metaphor and leans on tired, old cliche.
You probably spent a lot of money on this stuff.
It should be better.
md

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

God is no longer an explanation of anything,

but has instead become something that would itself need an insurmountable amount of explaining. 

“I don't accept the currently fashionable assertion that any view is automatically as worthy of respect as any equal and opposite view. My view is that the moon is made of rock. If someone says to me 'Well, you haven't been there, have you? You haven't seen it for yourself, so my view that it is made of Norwegian Beaver Cheese is equally valid' - then I can't even be bothered to argue. There is such a thing as the burden of proof, and in the case of god, as in the case of the composition of the moon, this has shifted radically. God used to be the best explanation we'd got, and we've now got vastly better ones. God is no longer an explanation of anything, but has instead become sometht would itself need an insurmountable amount of explaining. So I don't think that being convinced that there is no god is as irrational or arrogant a point of view as belief that there is. I don't think the matter calls for even-handedness at all.” 
― Douglas Adams

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