Dear Lil Sis,
We've GOT to start bloggying more often than monthly. Honestly, can't we each manage to write more than six times a year? C'mon, us! I'm sorry that (last month) you had that depressed day. Comes with the territory in our family, but it sucks nonetheless.
Speaking of suck, I had the worst grad semester known to man. For legal reasons I'm not going to disclose much of it, except to say that obviously, it was pretty bad if there are legal reasons I can't disclose much of it. Let's just say that a lot of the physical bruises have faded, and the psychological ones (groan, cliche) are just beginning to fade too, but I've been struggling a lot with anger. Like, explosive rages with throwing stuff and yelling. Jeebus.
But things are looking up. The University is gonna pay me the big bucks because they didn't last year, and that, my sis, was disability discrimination and negligence. Booyah, University. I'm almost done with grad school, and I've decided to split, to move back to Ithachachacha, aka Ithaca ASAP. I want to leave all this crap behind me, and I want to go home. So I'm applying for jobs in Ithaca, mostly teaching gigs, like whoa. Hopefully something will click.
In other news, I'm starting to think about being a foster mommy. DEFINITELY not jumping into that. But thinking about it a bit. The question is, how old do the foster babies have to be to be sure Harry won't eat them?
I have to go walk the dogs, and feed the birdcreature, and grade. Grade, grade, grade.
Oh--if you're in the Iowa City area, come to the Iowa City Public Library on Friday, April 29th at 7pm, meeting room A. We're having a sexual violence awareness event called Take Back the WRITE. It promises to be full of gorgeous writing and even some dancing, and will be inspiring and raise funds for the Rape Victim Advocacy Program. And I'll be reading!
Love,
Big Sis
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
uuugh
Dear Big Sis,
I'm feeling shitty today, mildly depressed (I say mildly because although I feel really, really shitty, I have known real depression and this just doesn't compare.), and I don't want to do any of the 1,000 awesome things I could be doing on a Saturday afternoon. It's beautiful outside, and SXSW is going on right now, and instead I'm on my bed, journaling and blaghing and about to watch an episode of Glee while I knit. Which honestly, isn't the worst thing in the world, but it's not the same as being young and alive and watching some shitty band downtown. I've learned over the years, though, not to push myself into doing things I don't want to do, and to forgive myself for not living up to those arbitrary standards. If this keeps me from achieving life goals, then perhaps I should re-look this principal, but for now it makes sense. No point self-flagellating if it won't help anything.
In other news, my sexist housemate randomly said during a group convo today, "female logic is an oxymoron." Lolz!!!!!!!!!!1!!!
I immediately said, point-blank, that what he said is sexist, and then I repeated that- "What you just said is straight up sexist," and then I added, "and also not funny." I was pissed he said it, and I was proud of myself for responding and calling it what it was. And he followed it up by saying that military intelligence is also an oxymoron. Oh, so funny, my sides hurt!!!! This was, naturally, in front of two housemates who will soon be joining the army as lawyers. He is such a douche.
Anyways, I'm going to go get my Glee on, but now I've blaghed and all is well in the universe. Or something.
Love,
Little Sis
I'm feeling shitty today, mildly depressed (I say mildly because although I feel really, really shitty, I have known real depression and this just doesn't compare.), and I don't want to do any of the 1,000 awesome things I could be doing on a Saturday afternoon. It's beautiful outside, and SXSW is going on right now, and instead I'm on my bed, journaling and blaghing and about to watch an episode of Glee while I knit. Which honestly, isn't the worst thing in the world, but it's not the same as being young and alive and watching some shitty band downtown. I've learned over the years, though, not to push myself into doing things I don't want to do, and to forgive myself for not living up to those arbitrary standards. If this keeps me from achieving life goals, then perhaps I should re-look this principal, but for now it makes sense. No point self-flagellating if it won't help anything.
In other news, my sexist housemate randomly said during a group convo today, "female logic is an oxymoron." Lolz!!!!!!!!!!1!!!
I immediately said, point-blank, that what he said is sexist, and then I repeated that- "What you just said is straight up sexist," and then I added, "and also not funny." I was pissed he said it, and I was proud of myself for responding and calling it what it was. And he followed it up by saying that military intelligence is also an oxymoron. Oh, so funny, my sides hurt!!!! This was, naturally, in front of two housemates who will soon be joining the army as lawyers. He is such a douche.
Anyways, I'm going to go get my Glee on, but now I've blaghed and all is well in the universe. Or something.
Love,
Little Sis
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
LL Cool Sis
Hey Lil Sis,
Did you ever notice how utterly craptastically last millenium LL Cool J's name is? Ladies Love Cool James? Come on, now. Who calls himself "cool?" And if you gotta flaunt it, you probably don't have a very big penis. Not that I care. I'm a lesbian. And the ladies love me. Mostly 'cause I'm cool.
Also, I don't know if you want me bloggying about this, but I'm gonna take a leap and hope yes, because I want to say that what happened at your new awesome erotic job really sucked. You did nothing wrong, and you deserve that erotic job. That's all I'm sayin'.
Additionally, I learned the other day, a la This American Life, that the staff of the Onion present 600 headlines each week at their meetings and narrow it down to that week's 16. What a selective process for such a formulaic and decidedly unfunny paper. Although the headline Cockatiel Can't Take a Punch still makes me giggle, nine years later.
Is it obvious that I'm le tired? Because I am. But I'm busy doing things, very important things, like bloggying and eating saltines, so I can't go to bed. Much too busy. What else? Oh. I tried to explain to my students today why the Bed Intruder Song has incited criticism of racism, and in some cases, homophobia, and they thankfully didn't give me the blank wishwashy look that drives me crazy, but they DID start arguing with me about how it was damn funny, not offensive at all, etc. It was totally a segue into a lesson about being informed and conscientious in the public domain, but that went out the window when they started singing.
Although it is damn funny. And a good tune.
Love,
Big Sis
Did you ever notice how utterly craptastically last millenium LL Cool J's name is? Ladies Love Cool James? Come on, now. Who calls himself "cool?" And if you gotta flaunt it, you probably don't have a very big penis. Not that I care. I'm a lesbian. And the ladies love me. Mostly 'cause I'm cool.
Also, I don't know if you want me bloggying about this, but I'm gonna take a leap and hope yes, because I want to say that what happened at your new awesome erotic job really sucked. You did nothing wrong, and you deserve that erotic job. That's all I'm sayin'.
Additionally, I learned the other day, a la This American Life, that the staff of the Onion present 600 headlines each week at their meetings and narrow it down to that week's 16. What a selective process for such a formulaic and decidedly unfunny paper. Although the headline Cockatiel Can't Take a Punch still makes me giggle, nine years later.
Is it obvious that I'm le tired? Because I am. But I'm busy doing things, very important things, like bloggying and eating saltines, so I can't go to bed. Much too busy. What else? Oh. I tried to explain to my students today why the Bed Intruder Song has incited criticism of racism, and in some cases, homophobia, and they thankfully didn't give me the blank wishwashy look that drives me crazy, but they DID start arguing with me about how it was damn funny, not offensive at all, etc. It was totally a segue into a lesson about being informed and conscientious in the public domain, but that went out the window when they started singing.
Although it is damn funny. And a good tune.
Love,
Big Sis
Sunday, January 30, 2011
First day of work jitters...
Dear Big Sis,
I am lying in bed, and Chopper is doing her best to annoy the ever loving fuck out of me. Probably because I forgot to feed her dinner, but you know what? She can wait. Do you know what she did today, while I was in San Marcos visiting S? She snuck out of my room, walked down the hall to the laundry room, went inside, and took a big old poop on my CLEAN laundry in its basket. I had been procrastinating bringing it all back to my room to fold and put away, and yet she still managed to make them disgusting.
Ok, that said- tomorrow is my first day of work. You know this, but for posterity I will explain my new position. Wait, first- I want to say- holy freaking god, I got a job! This is amazing, and incredibly surreal, and nervewracking, and relieving. Relieving because I can stop job hunting (bane of my existent, no joke), and because I can start paying rent and my bills. You know, the little things.
So back to the new job description. I will be working as a publishing assistant for a local publisher of erotic romance novels. Yep. That's my job. I'm still working out exactly what it is I will be doing (so far I know I will be uploading the books to the website, where people can purchase them as e-books, and updating their homepage to reflect new additions), but I guess that is what training is for. I do hope that they have an efficient training system, because jobs that don't show you how to do things correctly tend to suck. I have faith though; the two women who interviewed me seemed really competent, and spoke often of open communication being a priority. This is something I can get behind.
So yeah, first day of work. The hours are great; I am working between 9 and 4. That's 35 hours of work a week, with I assume a one-hour lunch break. Even better, my job is literally a 5 minute walk from the house, if I'm going at a leisurely pace. I don't need to drive, I don't even need to learn how to ride a bike. Being able to make money while saving gas and wear & tear on my car blows my mind. There are a lot of perks to this job, and I just hope I don't fuck it up, not that I expect to. I expect I'm going to do an amazing job, honestly.
The other lingering though is this- I am now, starting tomorrow, beginning my first "adult" job. Took me until 25 to get to it, but whatever, some people move at different paces. I'm really excited, but nostalgic and perhaps hesitant. I think this is a great place to start. The position is hourly, and not the highest pay in the world, so I don't feel like I'm being thrown into something where I'm going to flounder.
I need to go pass out (5:30am yoga before work! ahh!), but I just want to remind myself, and you, and whoever passes by this little conversation between us, that I am really fucking smart, and capable, and have awesome people skills and intuition, and I will be adaptive to whatever the position calls of me. And I love talking about penises and vaginas, so that's always a perk.
Love,
Little Sis
I am lying in bed, and Chopper is doing her best to annoy the ever loving fuck out of me. Probably because I forgot to feed her dinner, but you know what? She can wait. Do you know what she did today, while I was in San Marcos visiting S? She snuck out of my room, walked down the hall to the laundry room, went inside, and took a big old poop on my CLEAN laundry in its basket. I had been procrastinating bringing it all back to my room to fold and put away, and yet she still managed to make them disgusting.
Ok, that said- tomorrow is my first day of work. You know this, but for posterity I will explain my new position. Wait, first- I want to say- holy freaking god, I got a job! This is amazing, and incredibly surreal, and nervewracking, and relieving. Relieving because I can stop job hunting (bane of my existent, no joke), and because I can start paying rent and my bills. You know, the little things.
So back to the new job description. I will be working as a publishing assistant for a local publisher of erotic romance novels. Yep. That's my job. I'm still working out exactly what it is I will be doing (so far I know I will be uploading the books to the website, where people can purchase them as e-books, and updating their homepage to reflect new additions), but I guess that is what training is for. I do hope that they have an efficient training system, because jobs that don't show you how to do things correctly tend to suck. I have faith though; the two women who interviewed me seemed really competent, and spoke often of open communication being a priority. This is something I can get behind.
So yeah, first day of work. The hours are great; I am working between 9 and 4. That's 35 hours of work a week, with I assume a one-hour lunch break. Even better, my job is literally a 5 minute walk from the house, if I'm going at a leisurely pace. I don't need to drive, I don't even need to learn how to ride a bike. Being able to make money while saving gas and wear & tear on my car blows my mind. There are a lot of perks to this job, and I just hope I don't fuck it up, not that I expect to. I expect I'm going to do an amazing job, honestly.
The other lingering though is this- I am now, starting tomorrow, beginning my first "adult" job. Took me until 25 to get to it, but whatever, some people move at different paces. I'm really excited, but nostalgic and perhaps hesitant. I think this is a great place to start. The position is hourly, and not the highest pay in the world, so I don't feel like I'm being thrown into something where I'm going to flounder.
I need to go pass out (5:30am yoga before work! ahh!), but I just want to remind myself, and you, and whoever passes by this little conversation between us, that I am really fucking smart, and capable, and have awesome people skills and intuition, and I will be adaptive to whatever the position calls of me. And I love talking about penises and vaginas, so that's always a perk.
Love,
Little Sis
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