I've been slow in posting lately. Hey, give me a break; I'm a busy woman. We've had many pleasant social engagements and appointments this week, and next week is more of the same.
I'm especially looking forward to Monday and Tuesday evenings. Monday will give me the chance to fulfill a life-long dream of mine--to be professionally photographed. The shoot for the Scissors ad (scroll down) sounds like it will be a girlie-good time. Although, now that I realize my image might actually be used and seen by total strangers, I'm a little nervous about the exposure. But, then again, I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist. (Someone reading this is saying, "A bit???") So, what the hell--right?
I've been excited about Tuesday night for a month now. The Ska Brawl tour is rolling through town and will feature The Toasters, The Usuals, Supervillians, and The Duppies. I like The Toasters, but I'm more excited about seeing The Usuals again after being out of the scene for so many years. I had to stop hanging out with them when they kicked my then-boyfriend out of the band for being a total peeve, malcontent, jackass (take your pick, I couldn't decide on a label for him). John and Julie (trombone and vocals) have a beautiful little girl, who is now Joe's playmate after a chance meeting in our neighborhood Publix. I can't wait to hear Julie sing again. I've got my argyles and matching plaid skirt already hanging together in the closet, and I plan onskankingtill I drop.
Dear and Glorious Physician's final show and CD release party was last night at Common Grounds. What a bummer. I was only able to see them play three times (Bill and I had just recently discovered them when they opened for Mike Watt in November.) before their breakup, which is on good terms--two of the members are heading overseas for two years of mission work in "the Mormon tradition."
This statement from the D+GP website is completely accurate: "Their sound is like Talking Heads playing The Pixies." Yet, it wasn't just their great sound and musical talent that made for an awesome show; their stage presence was incredible for a local (and very young) band. All four band members are physically beautiful, especially Jillian (backup vocals, guitar), and Chase (vocals, lead guitar) drew you into the music with his energetic, if not spastic, movements. If it weren't for some eardrum-blowing feedback (I blame the sound man), last night's show could be described as easy on the eyes and ears.
Since I only work part-time and I'm home with Joe most of the day, my life contains few chances for mental stimulation. My sanity saviors have been my hobbies: this blog, sewing, crocheting, gardening, reading, volunteer work, etc. (I'm currently working on a dress for Valentine's Day and an afghan for UUF's annual auction.) As if those weren't enough, I've picked up another time-sucker in the form of a little red, curvy seductress.
Oh, how wonderful her thick strings feel against my fingers. Plucking feels so natural, and the sounds I am so far able to produce are amazing to me. In all those years of living with a bass player, I must have learned a thing or two through osmosis, as I'm really picking it up quickly. Reading Bass Guitar for Dummies and playing along with Bill is also making the learning process go smoothly. We even wrote our first song together last night. With a lot of practice and help from musically-inclined friends, we'll be ready for open mic night soon.
Why, oh why did I think I could just get a quick trim at the cheap place in town on a Saturday afternoon and be happy?
Remember that old Taxi episode when Ted Danson plays a gay stylist and butchers Elaine's hair? I feel like her right now. I'm actually still sniffling after bawling my eyes out for the past half hour.
All I asked for was a trim and to have the bangs blended into the length. I even showed her what I wanted her to do and specifically said not to cut more than an inch off. The bitch took THREE inches off the top of my hair--she started giving me a fucking mullet! And as I see chunks of hair falling into my lap, I start crying and ask why she's cutting so much off. She has the gall to say, "I have feelings too." Fuck you! I walked out without paying and immediately drove to my regular stylist, who I now have an appointment with in 25 minutes. Oh, god I hope she can fix it without having to sacrifice too much length.
I know it's silly, but really, you don't know how tied you are to your hair until you see it falling into your lap. It took me three years to grow it out from a pixie crop, and I finally feel somewhat pretty with a mane of hair. I'll never lose the deep sense of insecurity ingrained in me by high school boys and my stepsister's mindfucks. My hair functions as a security blanket for me. I so don't want to lose it.
Update: 2:30 pm Can We Fix It? Yes We Can! Donna at Scissors is the absolute BEST stylist! We went from 'near-mullet' to 'mod with bod' with very little loss in length. To top it off, she liked the outcome so much, she asked if they could take some professional photos for their ads. Of course, I said "Hell yes!" Plus, she's going to add strawberry blonde highlights--for free! (I'll post the ads when they come out.) If you've lived in Gainesville, you'll recognize Scissors' ads; they always feature progressive styles (cutting-edge, one might say). I've always secretly wanted to be a hair model, so today has turned out great. Life is so absurd.
All those spam messages from Di:ckGro:wth telling me how I can enlarge my penis are starting to affect my head.
Last night I dreamed I had a penis. A pretty nice one, too, if I do say so myself. Although, I don't recall seeing any testicles, I do remember that it was circumcised. It was just as if my little man in the boat was swollen--tremendously--and the plump little fellow dangled flaccidly into the commode as I pissed like a racehorse, for what seemed to be at least ten minutes, in a huge room that was empty, save me and my throne. (Like lil' Joe [who's becoming quite the little pisser], I obviously had not yet learned to pee standing up with my new appendage, or maybe I was just too drunk or tired.) The focus of the dream was the act of unrination, forcefully pushing the liquid out of my bladder, creating a mess as it splashed against the bowl and out of the toilet onto my fleshy thighs and the surrounding floor--like a cow pissing on a flat rock, as my Dad would say.
Needless to say, when I woke from the dream at 2:13 am, I seriously had to use the bathroom, but not before noticing that Bill had still not come to bed. The light from his office shown through the crack under our bedroom door as he systematically worked to get all of his clients' sites (including mine) back online after the server spent most of the day out of its rack and taken apart after crashing. Added to that stress, as would be Bill's luck, was a wicked head cold and accompanying pharmaceutical trance. Poor guy, he's such a trooper. I am so lucky to have a man in love with me who's mantra is "You gotta do what you gotta do," not to mention he's...well, never mind.
Saturday, January 15, 2005 A Beautiful Man in Most Ways
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr Bill and I always seem to teach Sunday school on the most festive weekends of the month. This Sunday, we're teaching a somewhat delicate subject, Dr. MartinLutherKing, Jr. Day.
Often, the most difficult part of teaching pre-KRE is boiling complex subjects--and there are so many associated with MLK (racism, poverty, compassion, activism, etc.)--down to simple ideas the kids can actually absorb. I wasn't satisfied with the biographies and lesson plans I found online, so I wrote this explanation of why we celebrate MLK Day:
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. is an important American, and we celebrate his life’s work on the third Monday of January every year.
Martin was born on January 15, 1929, long ago, when people in many parts of America thought it was okay for people with my skin color to discriminate against (or be mean or unfair to) people with his skin color, which was a beautiful chocolate brown.
Yet, Martin grew up believing, like we Unitarian Universalists do, that judging others by how they look is wrong, and he wanted to change how the people of the world treated each other.
So, after finishing college and becoming a minister (like our Rev. Barbara), Martin began acting on his ideas for making the world a better place for all people. He led non-violent (peaceful) protests and marches against war, racism, and poverty. (“Racism” means judging people on their skin color, and “poverty” is when people don’t have enough money for all their needs like food, clothes, housing, and medicine.) He also wrote letters and gave speeches, which he was very good at because his words made people stop, listen, and think about fixing the things that are wrong and unfair in our world. Even the president of the United States listened to Martin and helped pass laws to make sure that people were treated fairly no matter what their skin color. He also won a very important and world-famous prize—The Nobel Peace Prize—for all his good work.
Sadly, Martin was killed by someone who hated him for his ideas and the changes he helped make. So, today we celebrate the life he gave to help make our country a nicer, fairer, and just-plain-better place for every American.
Many people celebrate Martin’s life by gathering to remember him and his ideas, which is what we are doing today in worship circle, but, another way to celebrate Martin when you get older is to do good things to help make the world a better place, like feeding people who don’t have enough to eat, teaching people to read and write, and speaking up when people are being unfair to each other.
Discussion Question: How would you feel if someone didn't like you because of your hair, skin, or clothes?
By the way, I say "most" in the title of this post only because MLK wasn't exactly a feminist, and he had secret extra-marital affairs--but hey, he was a man so full of love, how could he not need a little nooky to re-charge his tired soul when he was away from his wife? Coretta seems to have forgiven him; I think I can too. Besides, saintsareoftenflawed.
Those activistjudges are at it again, placing scientific studies above religious beliefs! When, oh when will we be free to use the precious 50-55 minutes of science class to teach kids that the universe only exists while Brahma is dreaming and that it will all come to an end when Shiva bangs that darned drum of his?
Friday, January 07, 2005 CNN: The Most Trusted Name in Lukewarm News
Heath surfs Jimbo's bass I just had to snag this awesome photo from this CNN article on Reverend Horton Heat and their latest album, Revival. CNN actually took the photo from Horton Heat's website. (I wonder if Todd Leopold has ever even been to one of the Rev's shows.) This article certainly doesn't represent the cutting-edge of the music scene, as Revival was released in June of 2004, and "the fiery 'Indigo Friends' (about heroin addiction)" has been in the Buzz's rotation since before the band hit our little town last summer, after hurricane Frances left much of Gainesville, including our block, without power. From my September 14th post:
On a happy note, two nights after Frances blew through, the tremendous showmanship of Reverend Horton Heat blessed our town with some spirited rockin', and I had the best seat in the house--the woofer! Jimbo even caught my eye above the crowd and sent me that cool-guy-backward nod in addition to some good vibrations. The band rocked the Market Street Pub with a sound greater than the three of them, a synergy of power in an otherwise un-electrified week.
At least Leopold was able to pull out a few of good puns like "Reverend Horton Heat burns it up," "the fiery 'Indigo Friends'," and "their blazing concert performances."
"Our findings were that women don't change their sexual behavior when [the morning-after pill, or Plan B] is easily available, but rather that they're more likely to use it if access is easier," said lead author Tina R. Raine of the Center for Reproductive Health Research and Policy at the University of California at San Francisco.
The study looked at the experiences of 2,117 San Francisco-area women ages 15 to 24 who were randomly put into one of three groups -- one was given the drug to take home, the second could pick it up without a prescription at a clinic, and the third could get it without a prescription at a pharmacy.
The study found that about the same percentage of each group had unprotected sex over a six-month period, that incidence of sexually transmitted disease was equal, and that about the same percentage became pregnant.
Nonetheless, about 37 percent of women in the group given Plan B to take home used it at least once during the six months, compared with 21 percent in the clinic-access group and 24 percent in the pharmacy-access group.
The FDA's initial decision to reject nonprescription sales touched off sharp criticism -- from the FDA's staff and members of its expert advisory panel, among others -- that the agency was bowing to political pressure from social conservatives. In a letter to President Bush, 49 members of Congress asked that the application be rejected.
The medical profession does not consider emergency contraception to be an abortion pill such as RU-486, or Mifeprex, because Plan B works by preventing a pregnancy rather than ending one. But some critics of Plan B consider it an abortifacient.
The new study, being published today in the Journal of the American Medical Association, supports the position taken by much of the FDA review staff and 23 of 27 members of the FDA advisory panel that the drug could be safely and properly used without a prescription.
Let's hope the FDA holds objective scientific conclusions higher than socially conservative ideology this time around.
Okay, so I have two PSAs this week. I received this email from our fellowship today:
A special appeal from the Unitarian Universalist Service Committee and the Unitarian Universalist Association:
The images, stories and death toll from the tsunami in South and Southeast Asia have struck us all, demanding a response. The Unitarian Universalist Service Committee, the Unitarian Universalist Association, and the UU Holdeen India Program are all working hand-in-hand with each other, with many of their overseas partners, and with other non-governmental organizations to aid the victims and help restore essential services.
If you've already given, thank you. If not, your contribution now can greatly increase the impact of our work at this critical time. In Indonesia, India, Sri Lanka - throughout the region - your help is needed. Please make a contribution through our website at: [link].
Or, if you prefer, you may make a check out to UUSC, write "Tsunami Relief" in the memo line, and mail it to: UUSC-UUA Tsunami Relief Fund, Unitarian Universalist Service Committee, P.O. Box 845259, Boston, MA 02284-5259 (800.766.5236)
It is important, in the face of such overwhelming tragedy, to affirm our common humanity, and to help one another know that each of us can make a difference. History is seldom made by individuals but rather by the sum of their responses in any situation. In the face of massive need, any contribution - no matter how small - can make a difference. The median annual income of Americans is $37,810,compared to $930 in Sri Lanka or $530 in India. So $100 can be a very significant contribution towards restoring, to the extent possible, wholeness to a family.
UUSC is committed to helping to address the immediate dangers faced by survivors as well as helping restore livelihoods they have lost. Fishing communities in all areas have been hardest hit. Already struggling with poverty, they now find themselves completely destitute. Their dwellings are destroyed, their boats, nets and livelihoods lost and many members of their families are dead or missing. We will be working to help these communities so that the fishing boats can once again provide an income for those who work on them and provide food for the communities surrounding them.
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In a time such as this I find it helpful to keep in mind some words from the Talmud: "Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world's grief. Do justly, now. Love mercy, now. Walk humbly, now. You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it."
Your generosity and your force of spirit make our work possible. Thank you.
Warmly,
Charlie Clements
President/CEO UUSC
I know some folks aren't sure who to donate to, but I can tell you the UUSC does some great work all over the world. We already gave to the Red Cross, but I plan on donating to the UUSC on payday (Friday). I encourage you to pledge to do the same by commenting on this post.
...results showed that the top brand, able to take the most punishment, was the Durex Extra Sensitive Lubricated Latex, according to the report.
Other top-performers include the Durex Performax Lubricated, Lifestyles Classic Collection Ultra Sensitive Lubricated and TheyFit Lubricated.
A melon-colored model distributed by Planned Parenthood performed the worst, bursting during a test in which the latex condoms were filled with air.
Also, here's a link to info on a birth control device we've been looking into: the IUD. Apparently, one brand works for up to five years and will reduce or end your period. Hell yes! Plus, "feel[ing] for the string" sounds like one chore you won't have to nag your husband to do.
Monday, January 03, 2005 This is Your Brain on Buddhism
In case you missed it, here's a link to an interesting WaPoarticle on meditation and its effects on the brain. This is the kind of neato-mosquito mind-bender I'd study if I had limitless funds to go to grad school and beyond:
Both groups were asked to meditate, specifically on unconditional compassion. Buddhist teaching describes that state, which is at the heart of the Dalai Lama's teaching, as the "unrestricted readiness and availability to help living beings." The researchers chose that focus because it does not require concentrating on particular objects, memories or images, and cultivates instead a transformed state of being.
Davidson said that the results unambiguously showed that meditation activated the trained minds of the monks in significantly different ways from those of the volunteers. Most important, the electrodes picked up much greater activation of fast moving and unusually powerful gamma waves in the monks, and found that the movement of the waves through the brain was far better organized and coordinated than in the students. The meditation novices showed only a slight increase in gamma wave activity while meditating, but some of the monks produced gamma wave activity more powerful than any previously reported in a healthy person, Davidson said.
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"What we found is that the trained mind, or brain, is physically different from the untrained one," he said. In time, "we'll be able to better understand the potential importance of this kind of mental training and increase the likelihood that it will be taken seriously."
Maybe I should start going to that meditation class our minister offers on Sundays. I condition my muscles, why not my brain, too?
Oh, and Happy New Year, people! I hope your holidays were as pleasant as ours.