Thunder and lightening outside right now. Well, it's daytime so I can't see the lightening...
I told husband that it was to remind people in LA what weather is like and how glad we are it is sunny so often.
5.22.2008
5.20.2008
in response to Anne Jackson's boobie post
FlowerDust part three post here: http://www.flowerdust.net/2008/05/19/my-thoughts-on-boobies-part-3affecting-other-women/
Why is it that whenever I read Anne Jackson's blog I get really angry? That I feel so glad I no longer have a home church. She is a great writer, credible, engaging and vibrant. I feel so sad to see that she has to justify many of her statements, but I know why. I grew up in a church environment and had the mixed benefit of eight years of religious education. Somewhere along the line I crossed to the other side of the looking glass. Maybe in 2003? 2004? I guess it is not a coincidence that lately I have been reading 1 Corinthians. (8:13 Therefore, if what I eat causes my brother to fall into sin, I will never eat meat again, so that I will not cause him to fall.)
Seriously. Grow up. Sentiments derived from passages like these are used to hobble the Church. The way that they are inferred among "Christians" makes me sick. There is an air about it that goes beyond an attempt at creating a world that is safe, and into keeping people mired in something that is inappropriately childlike, 30- and 40-somethings men and women behaving as though they were still pre-teen girls trying to hold in the rapidly changing world around them. Let go. Make mistakes and learn.
My Statements:
I have spent waay to much of my life justifying things. If I have to justify myself for you, then neither of us are being honest with each other anymore. Where did we go?
I live in Hollywood, Home of the Boobies. I love it.
I have some quality ones and enjoy celebrating that confidence.
I do not feel it was the Devil who created my body.
I also know my shape will not last, and decided to enjoy looking like a woman.
When men see another man walk into a room with a beautiful woman (and beauty includes fixing yourself up and wearing clothes that fit) on his arm, they see that man as a success.
I have a lot of love and patience for others and because of this I refuse to let small-mindedness hold me and you back. You are not eight years old. Stop going out in public in oversize overalls and Winne the Pooh t-shirt! Do it and I'll agree to fix my hair.
We're having a dinner party soon. Want to come?
Why is it that whenever I read Anne Jackson's blog I get really angry? That I feel so glad I no longer have a home church. She is a great writer, credible, engaging and vibrant. I feel so sad to see that she has to justify many of her statements, but I know why. I grew up in a church environment and had the mixed benefit of eight years of religious education. Somewhere along the line I crossed to the other side of the looking glass. Maybe in 2003? 2004? I guess it is not a coincidence that lately I have been reading 1 Corinthians. (8:13 Therefore, if what I eat causes my brother to fall into sin, I will never eat meat again, so that I will not cause him to fall.)
Seriously. Grow up. Sentiments derived from passages like these are used to hobble the Church. The way that they are inferred among "Christians" makes me sick. There is an air about it that goes beyond an attempt at creating a world that is safe, and into keeping people mired in something that is inappropriately childlike, 30- and 40-somethings men and women behaving as though they were still pre-teen girls trying to hold in the rapidly changing world around them. Let go. Make mistakes and learn.
My Statements:
I have spent waay to much of my life justifying things. If I have to justify myself for you, then neither of us are being honest with each other anymore. Where did we go?
I live in Hollywood, Home of the Boobies. I love it.
I have some quality ones and enjoy celebrating that confidence.
I do not feel it was the Devil who created my body.
I also know my shape will not last, and decided to enjoy looking like a woman.
When men see another man walk into a room with a beautiful woman (and beauty includes fixing yourself up and wearing clothes that fit) on his arm, they see that man as a success.
I have a lot of love and patience for others and because of this I refuse to let small-mindedness hold me and you back. You are not eight years old. Stop going out in public in oversize overalls and Winne the Pooh t-shirt! Do it and I'll agree to fix my hair.
We're having a dinner party soon. Want to come?
5.16.2008
5.14.2008
I update about once a month, apparently. So here's the May post. Ha. (I do update in my head pretty frequently, but those don't seem to get typed out. If only I could stream from my stream-of-consciousness.)
When I was a young collegiate lass, I was interested in graduate work and what to do after my B.A. career. The head of the department suggested I look into archetypal psychology and folks like Carl Jung. He directed me toward the Pacifica Institute near Santa Barbara. I still think it's interesting stuff; the idea of unconscious genetic memories and such. Maybe someday I'll apply.
I recently found out about Alejandro Jodorowsky's work with psychomagic and psychogenology. His thought focuses a lot on the idea of Tarot, which is not a direction I am interested in outside of scholarly knowledge.
There is something fascinating in working with someone's psychological genealogy, and enabling them to be freed from any bad things handed down from parents and grandparents. The idea of genetic predisposition has been growing in popularity, eg: negative ones like alcoholism. But rather than succumb to this "genetic fate" why couldn't we work together to break this predisposition, and not pass it on to our kids? Kind of like the second law of thermodynamics in reverse. That things do not move from entropy or disaster, but to restoration. I mean, this world is a pretty messed up place sometimes, but wouldn't that be an excellent reason to have lots of children? The opportunity to have a really awesome family and some incredible kids that will make the world a better place? Who can in turn help others to create really good genetic histories.
To stray somewhat from the direction of this post, I did notice this bit of text from one of Pacifica Institute's seminar pages: "In light of the imminent dangers overshadowing the contemporary world, academic pursuits can no longer remain isolated."
What would this mean? What are these dangers? Ecological? Political? What I read from this is academic pursuits need to be more generally available because otherwise knowledge will be lost, throwing people into a fresh Dark Ages. And we've all been taught that the less the general populace is educated, the easier they are to be lead by superstition and sensationalism. Ha! Maybe that's why I don't watch the news. Seriously, though: what do they mean? Anybody? It sounds a little creepy.
When I was a young collegiate lass, I was interested in graduate work and what to do after my B.A. career. The head of the department suggested I look into archetypal psychology and folks like Carl Jung. He directed me toward the Pacifica Institute near Santa Barbara. I still think it's interesting stuff; the idea of unconscious genetic memories and such. Maybe someday I'll apply.
I recently found out about Alejandro Jodorowsky's work with psychomagic and psychogenology. His thought focuses a lot on the idea of Tarot, which is not a direction I am interested in outside of scholarly knowledge.
There is something fascinating in working with someone's psychological genealogy, and enabling them to be freed from any bad things handed down from parents and grandparents. The idea of genetic predisposition has been growing in popularity, eg: negative ones like alcoholism. But rather than succumb to this "genetic fate" why couldn't we work together to break this predisposition, and not pass it on to our kids? Kind of like the second law of thermodynamics in reverse. That things do not move from entropy or disaster, but to restoration. I mean, this world is a pretty messed up place sometimes, but wouldn't that be an excellent reason to have lots of children? The opportunity to have a really awesome family and some incredible kids that will make the world a better place? Who can in turn help others to create really good genetic histories.
To stray somewhat from the direction of this post, I did notice this bit of text from one of Pacifica Institute's seminar pages: "In light of the imminent dangers overshadowing the contemporary world, academic pursuits can no longer remain isolated."
What would this mean? What are these dangers? Ecological? Political? What I read from this is academic pursuits need to be more generally available because otherwise knowledge will be lost, throwing people into a fresh Dark Ages. And we've all been taught that the less the general populace is educated, the easier they are to be lead by superstition and sensationalism. Ha! Maybe that's why I don't watch the news. Seriously, though: what do they mean? Anybody? It sounds a little creepy.
4.16.2008
My Dog is Scared of Carlos Gardel
Taaa Daaa! We got a dog. It took a few trips to the shelter and the meeting of many of the dogs until we found the perfect one for us. She's an eight week old mutt, supposedly Alsatian (German Shepherd) mix, but she looks like she's got a lot of Chow Chow thrown in. Not sure how big she'll get, her paws aren't huge but I think her breeding is. No name yet, any suggestions? I was rather in favor of Jerry Garcia, even though she's a she. Today I like Strawberry. She sleeps a lot, bites and chews a lot and likes to dance. Sounds like a personals ad. We're getting the hang of toilet training (when she wakes up, take her outside first thing!) and I like to make sure she has lots of cuddle time. Which turns into wrestle time. I'm a first-time dog owner, will the wrestle time be a problem in the future when she gets big? She does know I'm boss.
She's young and it's not easy to take a photo of her, so here's a video. She's enjoying life until Carlos Gardel comes on the stereo. Then she gets kind of nervous. She didn't like the Rolling Stones either. But she does like Cantinflas movies.
What I like about her is that she seems to be gregarious and chill at the same time. She's a happy puppy and I look forward to making sure she is well-socialized with the world around her. I did not grow up around dogs and through friends and family met a lot who were not so well socialized. It terrified me to have even small dogs jump up on me and I didn't like the licking doggy breath.
When my husband and I started dating I found out that he was a dog man. I didn't necessarily want a dog in my life, but I realized that I really liked all the friends dogs I had gotten to know in my adult life. Since the man I married was so pro-dog I followed my motto. I investigated this Dog World for myself. This meant not thinking about things as I did when I was a little kid and getting knocked over by the neighbor's dog, but educating myself and deciding what I felt about dogs today. I read up on dog breeds and training techniques. My friend Sam turned me on to Dog Whisperer. I watched a lot of Dog Whisperer.
My best education and therapy came from visiting the shelters. I went to there just to walk through the halls of dogs and get comfortable around all the barking. They could bark all they wanted, but they were caged and could not touch me. This was kind of like my therapy. My favorite was the Lacy St. shelter. Through my visits do you know what I found out? Like a baby's cry, there are different types of dog barks. I had previously heard only two: "Angry snarly barks" and "Barking because I can't shut up" barks. After taking the time to understand dog-ness I could hear not only those angry mean barks, but also happy excited barks, nervous and uncomfortable barks, "I see a strange person/new dog" barks, all sorts of barks. Some shelter dogs will be pretty quiet when one first walks up to their cage, and then will start to bark because they are uncomfortable being stared at. With those dogs, I have noticed they are pretty cool animals, and will politely back off and not mess with them. I met really nice dogs that I didn't take home because I realized they were a little too excited, or too powerful of an animal for me. I also met very helpful shelter workers and volunteers who helped to bring me from a dog-scared girl to a happy dog-loving woman. I know I now have my dog, but I may still visit the shelter for my happy therapy time. Well, watching my puppy try to kill rocks is pretty good therapy too. :)
She's young and it's not easy to take a photo of her, so here's a video. She's enjoying life until Carlos Gardel comes on the stereo. Then she gets kind of nervous. She didn't like the Rolling Stones either. But she does like Cantinflas movies.
What I like about her is that she seems to be gregarious and chill at the same time. She's a happy puppy and I look forward to making sure she is well-socialized with the world around her. I did not grow up around dogs and through friends and family met a lot who were not so well socialized. It terrified me to have even small dogs jump up on me and I didn't like the licking doggy breath.
When my husband and I started dating I found out that he was a dog man. I didn't necessarily want a dog in my life, but I realized that I really liked all the friends dogs I had gotten to know in my adult life. Since the man I married was so pro-dog I followed my motto. I investigated this Dog World for myself. This meant not thinking about things as I did when I was a little kid and getting knocked over by the neighbor's dog, but educating myself and deciding what I felt about dogs today. I read up on dog breeds and training techniques. My friend Sam turned me on to Dog Whisperer. I watched a lot of Dog Whisperer.
My best education and therapy came from visiting the shelters. I went to there just to walk through the halls of dogs and get comfortable around all the barking. They could bark all they wanted, but they were caged and could not touch me. This was kind of like my therapy. My favorite was the Lacy St. shelter. Through my visits do you know what I found out? Like a baby's cry, there are different types of dog barks. I had previously heard only two: "Angry snarly barks" and "Barking because I can't shut up" barks. After taking the time to understand dog-ness I could hear not only those angry mean barks, but also happy excited barks, nervous and uncomfortable barks, "I see a strange person/new dog" barks, all sorts of barks. Some shelter dogs will be pretty quiet when one first walks up to their cage, and then will start to bark because they are uncomfortable being stared at. With those dogs, I have noticed they are pretty cool animals, and will politely back off and not mess with them. I met really nice dogs that I didn't take home because I realized they were a little too excited, or too powerful of an animal for me. I also met very helpful shelter workers and volunteers who helped to bring me from a dog-scared girl to a happy dog-loving woman. I know I now have my dog, but I may still visit the shelter for my happy therapy time. Well, watching my puppy try to kill rocks is pretty good therapy too. :)
3.28.2008
adding yellows and thanksgiving
That self-help yourself commercial from carreer builder with the guy who talks to a be-wigged and pregnant version of himself.
My phenomenal hubby.
Sliding Doors is on tee vee, Rock Monster was on again last night and High Fidelity is on a lot.
Jessica!
The Monkey Mix cd Ron made.
The neighbors are in the patio playing chase with their dog.
coffee
pizza
udon
my petal quilt blocks
our amazing view of downtown
the acting training I've gotten
my goal to walk to Circus of Books and back
I have bags and bags of fabric and thread in my car
my family
the internet
answer me this
our blue-and-yellow bedroom
my digital camera
AMS
Evelyn
strawberries
ability to see options, be creative and make choices
colorful christmas lights
we took a walk yesterday evening and a little kitty cat that looked kind of like this guy followed us around
that's all I can post now. Time to chill. Will post more later.
My phenomenal hubby.
Sliding Doors is on tee vee, Rock Monster was on again last night and High Fidelity is on a lot.
Jessica!
The Monkey Mix cd Ron made.
The neighbors are in the patio playing chase with their dog.
coffee
pizza
udon
my petal quilt blocks
our amazing view of downtown
the acting training I've gotten
my goal to walk to Circus of Books and back
I have bags and bags of fabric and thread in my car
my family
the internet
answer me this
our blue-and-yellow bedroom
my digital camera
AMS
Evelyn
strawberries
ability to see options, be creative and make choices
colorful christmas lights
we took a walk yesterday evening and a little kitty cat that looked kind of like this guy followed us around
that's all I can post now. Time to chill. Will post more later.
3.22.2008
Monster Up Your Saturday Night
Looking for something to do tonight? Stay in, invite some friends over, get a pizza (yum!) and enjoy the premiere of *Rock Monster*My husband, Ron Fernandez, wrote the critically acclaimed sci fi film that airs tonight on the SciFi Channel at 9 pm.
I know, a Sci Fi channel movie that's getting pretty good reviews from the critics. I'm claiming it as testament to Ron's genius.
Here are some links: http://www.scifi.com/rockmonste
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