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Read a Banned Book!September 28: This week is Banned Books Week.What are you reading? I pulled my copy of Allen Ginsberg's "Howl" off the shelf for the occasion. My person statement for this week? "Fuck you for thinking you can tell me what to read and not read." I've also been wearing my banned books bracelet for the past two weeks. It's actually sparked several conversations. Coco (my little pal) asked me what it meant. She had never heard of banning books and was really confused at the prospect--we had a good chat about censorship and freedoms and past governments that ruled on what people could and could not do. Big subjects for a kid to tackle--I was really proud of her indignation! The guy who took my kitchen order at Ikea really liked the bracelet too--while waiting for the computer to input the order we chatted about our favorite books. Here's the bracelet:
Go order one today (there's also a kids version) and make a stand!
Dude, I am Soooo DrunkSeptember 25: So like I drank a half a bottle of Schramsberg Brut Rosé, 2002 vintage, so far tonight. Dave is typing right now (hi guys -- she's letting me take nude photos of her too) and leaving out the ums and okays. Before I was intoxicated by the pink bubbly, which by the way is in celebration of paying off my huge-arse student loan (woo. hoo. That's a few hundred bucks a month for beer freed up) I finally finished Iris from Rowan #35 (yawn. When's the drunk sex?). Hey Mary, we have a shrug to wear with Grandma's dress now!
Check it out, I'm getting drunker! (And look, the Giants are getting piled on. That's way more interesting than this dictation.)
A few weeks ago, before the onslaught of alcohol, I finished the Rowan free gift -- a FETCHING kid silk haze scarf. Bogie seems to like it too (if you can believe that this picture is representative of the photo shoot that included cats).
It looks trés bitchin' with this cool coat I scored for fifty bucks on Ninth Street -- shout-out to May (Canada? Puh-leeeeze). By the way, I will ROCK in Paris in a couple of weeks in this coat, and you're not going, so nannie nannie boo-boo to you. (Not you, May. The other bitches.)
(This took fifty minutes, during Desperate Housewives. I read the newspaper.)
read/add comments (4) So what did you do yesterday?September 18: LEMURCON! This is the closest I've ever gotten to a ring-tailed lemur. I've never had one touch me! (I can add this one to the list with Coquerel's sifaka and Diademed sifaka!) I held out my hand and this little guy came and tugged on my fingers. It's so damn neat to sit and watch them up close--they're like my cat and me all in one animal. Long fingers, but they're really paws not hands. They walk upright and stroll around on all fours. Look at the little fingernail on his thumb...wow. If you visit the primate center at Duke University on your own (and I really think you should--they are AMAZING!) you won't get this close to the animals. You'll go on a wonderful tour and see many animals from a safe distance. You'll learn a lot and hopefully come away with a better understanding of some of the problems these beautiful creatures (and their country) face. However if you decide to become a little more involved and give more of your time (sometimes we even get to rake monkey poop!) you might decide to join us for Lemurcon one of these years. Come down for some up close learning experiences and observations. Hear lectures on new research by some ground breaking scientists and have a chance to ask as many questions and to learn as much as you can about these fascinating animals. Give me a shout sometime if you want to come along--I'll point you in the right direction! New OrleansSeptember 7: The first time I got drunk I was in New Orleans. We had driven into Louisiana on Interstate 10--going past the casinos of Biloxi and stretches of old homes on the side of the road, the Gulf of Mexico to our left. I have always wanted to go back and do that drive over again, only with time to stop and play slots, time to take pictures of old homes and sunsets. I wanted to go back and walk through the French Quarter in the early morning before the drunks came out again. I wanted more coffee and beignets at Café du Monde. I wanted to eat crayfish while sitting by the water again. Now it's all in pieces. Give to the Red Cross if you can. Habitat for Humanity could also use funds--they're planning a home building blitz. But I didn't need to tell you that, did I? The whole country is reeling in shock. How the hell could this happen? And as my brother, Kevin, said: When they build it back again, we should all consider it our patriotic duty to head down for Mardi Gras. Bring it on. |
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