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girl
September 29, 2006, 5:21 pm
Filed under: Uncategorized


Photo by my friend Zeb Millett

Going to the Adirondaks this weekend with Boyfriend and some of his friends. Feeling the urge to get back behind my camera & also the need to employ a scanner. Anyway, hope to do some hiking.

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Both of these are great ideas
September 29, 2006, 4:18 pm
Filed under: Activism, funny fun fun, Online Community, Websites

1.  October is national Walk or Bike to school month.

2.  Flickr toys! Make calendars, collages, and mosiacs. Play, play, play.



the game
September 26, 2006, 6:25 pm
Filed under: Buffalo, Growing Up, love

We are only particles of change, I know, I know.
-Joni Mitchell

I just started a new job this week and it has me playing the game, “What would the Whitney-from-10-years-ago think about this most recent venture?” I like this game, in part because I try to imagine what version I’ll be playing ten years from now.

In the year or so since I graduated from college, I’ve done things my younger self would probably find surprising, maybe even unappealing. They include working on a dairy farm, teaching English in South Korea, and managing a political campaign.

Sometimes I feel the panic I imagine most people feel: Shit! Am I really doing this? We tend to psych ourselves out by believing that once we sign up for a job or a change or an apartment lease, we’ll be there forever. This is another reason why I like playing the game: it reminds me of how unlikely those fears actually are.

Even if we do stay in a job or a city for a long period of time, I take comfort in knowing that our areas of focus change, our friends move on and move closer, our families split and heal and split again.

I’d love to hear about other people’s surprises—what have you done or what are you doing now that a younger version of yourself would find hard to believe or understand?



funny girl
September 26, 2006, 12:14 pm
Filed under: Uncategorized

My friend Brendan lives and performs in New York with his long-form improv team Kid Dervin. He told me that the improv scene is pretty white and pretty male, and we got to talking about why that is.

Actually, we theorized.

My own take is that the less a comedienne is dedicated to looking cute, the more likely she’ll receive crossover appeal. Take, for instance, Amy Sedaris. Sedaris’ most well-known role is as Jerri Blank, a 40-something former hooker who has generous eye-bags and a wicked overbite. She’s so unattractive, it’s excrutiating. It’s funny. What’s more, Sedaris often opts for a themed photo shoot: Amy has a battered woman, Amy as an armless pin-up girl. I think she’s funny–and I think a lot of men find her funny–because her first priority is not looking good, it’s being funny.

Anyway, what do you think?



Uteri or Uteruses?
September 20, 2006, 4:03 pm
Filed under: Blogging, friends, funny fun fun, travel

While I was in New York, I got a chance to visit the Museum on Natural History–a lifelong desire, to be perfectly honest. My dear friend Brendan accompanied me on this adventure and even got me to screech a little upon seeing the infamous blue whale. I closed my eyes as he led me down a short set of stairs, allowed him to position me just right, and then looked up on his cue into the face of the whale. Screeched.

I also saw all sorts of rats in the “Mammals of New York State” exhibit and the following presentation of the evolution of the uterus:

According to this display, the uterus has become simpler. Amen, or something.



Denied: feminist blogger plays 20-questions & still comes up short
September 20, 2006, 3:07 pm
Filed under: Blogging, conservative craziness, Feminism, Gender, Reproductive Rights

Biting Beaver has a detailed report up of her recent attempt to get emergency contraception. Not only was she asked questions about her marital status, fidelity, and number of children, she was made to answer personal questions about the sexual act causing her to need EC.

Was it rape? They wanted to know. Did she experience “trauma?”

“No. I have not been raped. The condom broke”. I state, becoming very frustrated at this point and wondering what the hell is going on.

“Ok, well ummm….Are you married?” he mumbles the words so low I can barely hear them.

Suddenly I get this image of the poor nurse standing at the hospital reading from a cue card that was given to him by a doctor.

“No.” I state plainly. “I am not married. I’ve been in a relationship for several years and I have three children, I don’t want a fourth.” I respond tersely.

“Oh, I see.” He says and then he hurries on, “Well, see. *I* understand. I want you to know that I understand what you’re saying. But see, the problem is that we have 4 doctors here right now but only one of them ever writes EC prescriptions. But see, the thing is that he’ll interview you and see if you meet his criteria. Now, I called the pharmacy but I also talked to him and well….*clears throat*….you can come down and try to get it. You know, if you meet his criteria he’ll give you a prescription, I mean, there’s really no harm in trying.” the nurse trails off, his voice falters as I realize what I’m being told.

The whole piece is up at Biting Beaver’s blog. It’s worth the read.

Via Feministing.



nice, little get away
September 20, 2006, 11:30 am
Filed under: Buffalo, City life, friends, Growing Up, love

“One of the mixed blessings of being twenty and twenty-one and even twenty-three is the conviction that nothing like this, all evidence to the contrary, has ever happended to anyone before.”

Joan Didion, “Goodbye to All That”

Somerville station, NJ

I flew into New York last Thursday morning, early enough to almost fall asleep on the subway. I made a friend though, an Argentinian woman who wanted to go to “Can-nan-nal” Street during her layover, and our small talk kept me half-alert until I could reach my friend’s apartment and promptly fall asleep in his bed.

The city was filled with rain and strangers who shared with me umbrellas and other sweetness.

Flung back into the life of a vagabond–where am I staying tonight?–both fun and excruiating. Now that travel has become a short thing of the Getting Away nature, and not my lifestyle as it was when I hopped from plane to plane, country to country, I am feeling its affects differently. As expected, I appreciate it more immediately for what it is: luxurious, an escape.

But there’s this other piece too, and I’m afraid I’ve got little choice but to be vague as I work through the feeling: I’m learning how a simple vacation–especially when you visit a place where you spent a few nights asking yourself hard questions or a few mornings waking up in bed with a lover or a few evenings walking with a blank slate of obligations–can shake the whole foundation of the place from where you departed.

I don’t know how to let something devour me slightly.