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JUSTICE - D.A.N.C.E.
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Linked on Parent Dish (the former Blogging Baby) under the headline "Toddlers as Contraceptive Tool."




It's working for us.

Friday nights at our place

Whoopee: Bedtime, again

Whoopee is brilliant.

Random

1. Hello Kitty Bento. from here via sweetney, of course.

2. I certainly would like to go to this. Even more so, since I went to the site to copy that URL and saw that Cheap Trick and the Beastie Boys were on the same day as the Police, Ben Harper and Fountains of Wayne.

Am I the sort of person who camps out to spend $100 on a concert ticket for an all-day-and-night show to which I would be going alone? I have a couple more hours to figure out the answer to that question...but I have a sneaking suspicion I know the answer, at least for this year.

3. I listen to the Beastie Boys on the stationary bike 3 times a week. Yes, your faithful coorespondant has been working out faithfully - cardio and lifting - 3 mornings a week since February. I feel strong, I feel accomplished, and, of course, I feel conflicted. Because I'M NOT DOING THIS TO LOSE WEIGHT. Because I LOVE MYSELF and OCCUPYING LESS SPACE IN THE WORLD IS NOT MY GOAL. And ALL WOMEN ARE BEAUTIFUL. And I REFUSE TO SUBMIT TO THE DIET-INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX which makes MILLIONS on women's SOCIETALLY SANCTIONED SELF-HATRED. And exercise has many benefits to health and longevity not reflected on the scale.

But come on. One lousy pound? In 3 months?
Christ.

4. Work is very good. Parenthood is pretty good. I am going through a rather good patch with both, having a respite from the 'coping requires 110% of my energy' period earlier this year. Thank God.


5. It appears I have somehow grown a large mop of purple hair.

Well, that's silly. I know how it grew there (by me not cutting it since Christmas or so). (I also know how it got to be purple.) Still, when you're used to having hair that can be measured in fractions, having hair that you have to push out of your eyes, hair that brushes your collar, hair that can be MESSY...it's pretty strange.

A couple of months ago, I had decided, under the influence of one-too-many episode of What Not To Wear, that I would take a bold step and pay a professional person to give me a haircut. A woman's haircut. (I've been clipper-cutting my own hair for about 10 years.) This led me to consider what this professional person would have to work with (not much) which led me to let it grow for a while. In June, I said. In June, I will have my hair cut.

We're almost there.

Here's the thing - I'm not sure quite how to go about this. There's a lot riding on this haircut (WHY? If I hate it, I can just go home a shear it off, and look as I look every summer, and also cut about 8 minutes of product application and blow-drying off my gym routine.) and I want a nice one, a great one, a fabulous one. I want to look modern and cool, a little avant garde, but also be low maintenance. (Hmmm.) Clearly, I need an artiste, but in a low-to-medium price range. How do I shop for a haircutter?

6. Young master Ian also needs a haircut. His has been growing since...his conception. It's about as long as mine, actually.

For his first cut, I envision a barber shop like the one my dad and brother went to - the big chair with the booster, the cotton cape, the fat guy brushing his the little hairs off his shoulders with a little soft broom, the stack of Field and Streams and Argosys.

I don't imagine anyone will have a small black-and-white TV with a wire coathanger sticking out the top, playing westerns or a Yankees game. And I don't think there's Argosy anymore.(Wikipedia confirms that Argosy was last published when I was in high school.)

Anyway, how do I find that barbershop?

i don't want these...

but I'm digging the picture. They're here via Manolo.

He's bored with what he likes but scared to try anything new.

Good Lord.

That's a quote from Alice (yes, like she's my close personal friend Alice from down the street. She's not; she's the author of Finslippy, a blog I admire very much, whom I assume I will never meet in person or even exchange email with.)

So it's Alice, writing about her kid Henry and his relationship to food. (This week, he will only eat orzo. Please, Lord, let THAT particular cup pass us by.)

But orzo is not my point, though I am sympathetic. My point is that she has, in one matter-of-fact sentence, summed up my life. Maybe 'Life'. Sorry if that sounds melodramatic, but there it is.

Seriously! Don't you feel that way? At least intermittantly?

I haven't even finished reading her post - that phrase struck me so hard that I had to hop over hear and note it.

It's a good question.

via the great Manolo.

Look at this!

http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/onblack.php?id=214424928&size=Large

This is just a little thumbnail - click on it to go to the full-sized image on Flickr. It's an edit of 6 photos by Stephane Boisson.

It has to be asked whether 2000 years of religious photoshopping have remodelled Jesus almost out of recognition. We've added some tints (sure, he didn't speak about homosexuality, but if he had, we know what he would have said), a blurred edge (he didn't really mean we have to sell all we have for the poor), and made him as transparent as possible (put him there in the background, but not so obvious that we actually have to look at him). The trouble is, someone forgot to hit "save" right at the beginning, and we've got little hope of undoing the layers to get back to the original.

Cheryl Lawrie in the Austrailian newspaper The Age.

I just discovered Hold::This Space, a blog of an alternative worship project; via jonny baker.

Linkage,,,

These no-effort-at-all-on-my-part links posts would be a waste
EXCEPT THIS ONE which is freakin' hilarious. (Bad language alert, in case that bugs you.)

The linked post makes fun of Peyton Manning, kind of incidentally, which works for me as I am still mad at the Colts.

I believe I am the last holdout, the very REMNANT of Mad At The Colts. Even Gary thinks I should let it go. Even Phil.

Traitors.

THIS is funny.

Like, I'm afraid to take a sip of tea if I'm even sitting near the computer, just in case my eye happens to fall on the screen and I accidentally read something that makes me snarf hot Ginger Peach out my nose.

Again.

Happy Easter, everybody!



from the Daily Bunny. (Whatever will they think of next?)

Wednesday at 9:27pm

American Idol can bite me.

Again.

Great moment in old-school comics from YesButNoButYes

Yeah, I'm sure it's ripped off from Superdickery.com, as many people point out in the comments.
Yes, I disapprove of plagerism.
But if you go to this Superdickery site, you will INSTANTLY GO BLIND from the bad design and the hundreds of vile pop-ups. Which takes forever to load, which is annoying but also kind of a favor. Believe me, it is a far, far better place I'm sending you.

to add to my geekitude, i will mention that the cgi on Dresden tonight is way lame. It's usually good.

it's the most completely revolting time of the year

If you’re a snake looking for someplace with sheltered stony crevices, a ready supply of insects and occasional running water, our cellar comes up as the first result on Snoogle.

Someone else's snake story.

My snake story from last spring.

There's not enough free iced coffee or wild black cherry italian ice in the world to make me feel okay about this aspect of the season.

Last week, in yet another show about dieting, I heard Oprah say that she had wasted a large part of her 30’s worrying about food and weight. I’m thirty-seven. Only three years to go before I am undoubtedly, irrevocably ‘grown up.’ Will I still be carrying the neuroses of a thirteen year old? Will I still automatically convert calories into sit ups? Will I still waste precious minutes feeling guilty? Will my body remain my enemy?

I am so tired of being stuck in Jr. High.

Read the rest. at Rachelle's Magpie Girl.

from nothing to everything in no time at all

“Imaginary evil is romantic and varied; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring.
Imaginary good is boring; real good is always new, marvelous, intoxicating.”
- Simone Weil

from here
via here.

post title from thisshockingly terrible film, which we're watching right now - and really, how bad does a James Bond film have to be to shock me?

dogs in elk.

been on this train too long

I'm watching the rock and roll hall of fame inductions on VH1, and I am ashamed to admit this - I was the world's most fervent REM fan for about 20 years, since Rob Davenport made me that mix tape back when we both worked at the girl's camp in 1984.

I'm not ashamed to admit THAT.

I am a little ashamed to admit that I kind of forgot.

I'm sitting here watching the mini-retrospective that played as Eddie Vedder was talking, and I'm thinking "God! I love that album! ...God!! That song's great! Jeez! I haven't listened to that in...years!"

How could I go more than two years without listening to 'World Leader Pretend'? or 'The Wrong Child'? How is that possible?


by the way - wanna see some really great pictures? These are some fucking great pictures.

This is great -

Interview with Moby at Sojourners. I'm listening to this right now, and I'm really enjoying it.