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September 29, 2006
Self-Portrait with Toothpaste
Because I thought my bedhead looked pretty damn good today.
Posted by sally at 02:05 PM
Arboretum Project - Week 31 (August 6, 2006)
Panorama 8-6-08
I decided I needed a day off. One in which I do the things I want to do, rather than deal with all of the stuff I have to do. I have rehearsal tonight, but that's a want to do thing anyway. I am not, however grading speeches today unless I decide I want to.
Which I may. Later. Right now, what I want to do is edit and post another week's worth of Arboretum pictures. So, Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, cast your minds back to the first weekend of August...
Edible
Invisible
Pollination II
Rural August
Oasis
Blue and Gold
Upper Creek
Autumn Approaches
Steps
Wheatfield
Pollination
Posted by sally at 11:35 AM | Comments (1)
Happy Feet
In theatre (and public speaking), the above can be problematic, if an actor isn't grounded and their feet move all over the place. It dissipates their energy and also distracts the audience. On the other hand, in a situation like last night's rehearsal, it can be a sign that things are very, very good indeed.
Because last night, as we blocked the scene where Linda first tells Biff and Happy about Willy's suicide attempts, I found myself bouncing and jumping and dancing back to the spot we decided to start from. For those non-theatre people, blocking is the process of figuring out who's going to stand where and when they're going to move and to where. It can be tedious, though in the best situations you're making discoveries about motivation and relationships even as you back up and say the same things over and over and over again.
Last night, each time we'd stop, and Jere would explain something, and we'd figure out where everybody moved to next, when he told us where to pick the scene up from, my happy feet danced me back to that spot. More than anything else, the fact that I was dancing and jumping and bouncing when I wasn't in the scene tells me that I feel safe and strong there. And creative and powerful and ready to play. It's such a wonderful feeling to rediscover.
I'd forgotten it existed.
The best part is that my insecurities didn't come into play at all. So far, I haven't felt like I had something to prove, like I had something to fight for or overcome in terms of making everyone see that I do belong here, that I deserve a place on the stage. It's been a long time since I felt like a member of the team and not the kid picked last.
Since the fall of 2001, to be specific. That's way too long for an artist to struggle with this shit, especially when the statements of worthiness are being made by the people in power. (I'm thinking of a specific director who told my husband, "I told Sally she could work with us again this show if she behaves herself." Stupid fucker. 'Behaving myself' meant never asking any questions for clarification because he didn't really know what he was doing and took it as a challenge to his authority. When really, all I wanted to know was what he wanted me to do. Dave was so pissed when the guy told him that, I'm surprised he didn't slug him.)
I am astonished that I persevered. It suggests I'm either crazy or that I really, really love this art form. Considering the joy of last night's rehearsal (in that weird actor way), I'm beginning to remember why.
Posted by sally at 10:11 AM
September 27, 2006
Things Haven't Changed That Much Since I Was 5
This morning, I discovered that in the confusion over student speech make-up times and the first rehearsal nerves I forgot to go grocery shopping yesterday and had none of the ingredients for my favorite breakfast (mmmmmm... smooothies...). So said, "What the fuck. It's going to be a long day," and I drove to my favorite local bakery for a cinnamon roll.
That's not the no difference since I was 5 part.
I then drove home, had a yummy breakfast and answered some student email.
That isn't the still 5 years old at heart part either.
I came into the office and got to my office hours on time, which is pretty miraculous for me. I generally have a really hard time getting myself here by 9am. Even though I rearranged the office on Monday and made it into quite the cozy and inviting space, despite having no art on the walls. I still find my living room to be much cozier.
Also not a good example of who I was at 5.
But just now, half an hour after walking in the door, I reached up to scratch my ear. And a big lump of cinnamon roll frosting fell out.
Yeah. That would be the part of me that hasn't changed a bit.
Posted by sally at 09:26 AM | Comments (2)
September 25, 2006
Arboretum Project, Week 30 (July 30, 2006)
Say it isn't so! I've actually processed the pics for week 30. The last Sunday of July. Now I just have to do all of August and September...
Panorama 7-30-06
Lily Star
Lakeside Heron
Lillies and Damselflies
Wind in the Willows
Midsummer Greens
Two Families
Unexpected Arbor
Grey-Green
Orange Silk
Bird Bath
Mother and Child
Posted by sally at 09:41 PM
Also Because My Time Is At a Premium
I am skipping the acting class I'm auditing. I'm going to do some (more) entirely non-acting related art, or at least lay the foundation for it. I'm going to go through all of the Arboretum pix I have not yet posted and come up with the very best so I can post the past 8-10 weeks' (yeep!) worth of photographs.
I'm going to try to get at least one past-due project out of my hair so I can focus on Death of a Salesman (rehearsals start tomorrow night!!!) in good conscience.
Posted by sally at 10:48 AM
Because My Time Is At a Premium
I signed up to do an Artists Trading Card swap on swap-bot.com. (And may I just say that the person who introduced me to that site has some 'splainin to do? Because I looooove it.) The guidelines for the swap were:
1) must be related to your 2006 NaNoNovel,My NaNoNovel is kinda odd this year. It doesn't really have a plot, per se, unlike Devil Daughter, which did. Right out of the box. This year's is more a series of vignettes that build together to create an overall impression. Not exactly easy to write, if you don't have any idea what the vignettes will encompass. So I decided to use the swap as an opportunity to explore my novel,maybe get some writing prompts out of it.
2) create four, keep one, send the other three out to your swap-bot assigned partners.
These are my ATC's for the swap:
Titles, counterclockwise from top left:
Fleur de LisI poked through my photo files, trying to find some image that would work, and the swallowtail butterfly leapt out at me. And suddenly, everything fell into place.
Butterfly Kisses
Butterfly Lost
Butterfly Shattered
Now I have titles for chapters (nineteen titles), which will also act as writing prompts. It's absolutely fantastic. I have something to write now. It was really, really hard to put three of those cards in envelopes and send them off last night because they spoke to me and I so wanted to keep them to focus on when I write the chapters. Somewhere, though, I found the strength. And to be sure I wouldn't snatch them back to myself, I dropped them in the mailbox at the post office last night too. They're off to their new homes. I hope the new owners find them as attractive as I did.
Posted by sally at 10:15 AM | Comments (2)
September 24, 2006
Best Birthday Present
One of the things I love about Dave is that when I tell him what I want for my birthday, he really listens.
I'm gonna be in an Elinor Lipman novel!
Posted by sally at 06:07 PM
September 23, 2006
Same As It Ever Was
So I'm listening to Senses Working Overtime, which is an awesome compilation of new wave bands and songs from my junior high and high school years, the music that really formed my personal aesthetic.
When Once in a Lifetime by the Talking Heads started, I realized I had to write this entry.
As a teen, when the music was new, I have to admit that I never understood this song. Never got it. It was kind of cool musically, and I had a crush on gangly, geeky David Byrne, but the song itself never really did it for me the way some of the others of the time did. It never lit me up and set me on fire.
Which is what it did just now. Apparently, 25 years of living, along with recently experiencing my own personal mid-life crisis makes all the difference when listening to a song about waking up in the middle of your life and trying to figure out how the fuck you got to the place you are. And it covers all the options. You can embrace it or you can deny deny deny and refuse to admit it's your life. You can refuse to live that life any longer as well, should that be your particular form of pleasure. But wake up one day, you will, and realize you've been sleepwalking through decisions that maybe you should have paid attention to.
And the best part? I can warn younger people about it now, let them know that this is going to happen. And they can say, "Okay, then I'm going to pay attention and not let that person be me." Just like I did. And it will happen to them anyway.
Because the refrain? Suggests that it's been this way as long as humans have been capable of conscious thought and self-direction.
It turns out that no matter what you do, at some point, you'll realize you were sleeping at the wheel. And that's where the decision to live comes in.
Posted by sally at 03:15 PM
September 22, 2006
Congratulations, David
I am so proud of you.
Posted by sally at 03:30 PM
September 20, 2006
Just So You Know
I am about to start one crazyass schedule. If I thought things before now were insane, this is one step closer to mindblown.
Not only will I be training the new GTA's most Mondays.
Not only will I still be teaching four Public Speaking classes.
Not only will I still be auditing a Beginning Acting class.
Not only will I still be hiking around the Arboretum snapping pix every Sunday.
I will now also be in rehearsal 6-11pm Tuesday-Friday, 10-5 Saturday and 1-5:30 on Sunday.
The first major speeches of the class, with all the attendant papers and other projects begin on Wednesday of next week. Midterm grades are due October 13. Have I mentioned that I have 106 students?
Sooooooo. Blogging may be a bit light around here for the forseeable future. Though I'll try, really, really I'll try to keep things up to date.
Posted by sally at 07:18 PM | Comments (2)
Home. Sick.
I think I've made it pretty clear here that I've been burning the candle at both ends. Recently, however, I also added a wick in the middle, and now it's all caught up with me.
I started feeling kind of odd on Monday, but ignored it because I really don't have time right now to pay attention to these things. Plus, I suspected it might be a hesitancy to participate in the acting classes I'm auditing, and I didn't want to let myself run away from the stuff I need to work on. I'm not letting the fear win.
Then, rehearsal Monday night was long and tedious. (First runs always are, when everyone is struggling to figure out how all of the separate pieces fit together and trying to remember their lines and, ugh. They're just painful and everybody knows that.) It was also really cold in the theatre, and I let my core temp drop too far without realizing it, I think. I had enough clothes with me, I was just warm when I got there and never put enough back on.
So yesterday, when I woke up, I didn't really have a functioning brain, which made my classes interesting when I was trying to explain things. (Because it was TLAPD, I had eye patches for the speakers who slipped the best use of pirate dialect or lingo into their in-class assignments. That was fun.) But I felt kinda off all day.
Then I walked in the rain (without a coat because I'm smart like that) all the way to the costume shop to get re-measured for Salesman. My last measurements there were taken in the spring of 2005. Since then, we discovered, I've lost 1.5 inches in my waist, 1.5 inches in my hips and .5 inches in my bust. Yay!!! And I'm not planning on stopping here. I've got another 15-20 lbs to go to get where I want to be.
I walked all the way back to my office after the fitting, yawning all the way. Once there, I sat and stared at things until I realized I wasn't going to get any more work done. So I packed up and came home. I only left the house again to go to rehearsal where I led the vocal warmups. Then I toddled home again and lay for a while on the couch, staring at things. This whole time, my nose was beginning to run more and more, and then I started sneezing. A lot. So I took an anti-lung junk med and some anti-lung swelling meds and some Airborne and I went to bed. Where I gave myself a little reiki treatment. I fell asleep in the middle of it, but when I woke up in the middle of the night, my nose was clear and my sinuses were clear and my lungs were clear. They were all also clear this morning at 10:40 when I finally woke up (no teaching today, thank goodness), but now things are starting to get active again.
I'm feeling more mentally alert than I have in a couple of days, and it's wonderful to know that I don't have to be anywhere until tomorrow morning, if I don't want to be. I'm hoping that'll take care of the dripping nasties. There are things I need to do today that involve my office at school, but I'm hoping I can talk Dave into running in there for me. (Though he doesn't know where my office is, much less how to finesse the cranky lock.) So today is going to be about resting, working my lines, creating a lesson plan for tomorrow and resting some more.
Also maybe cleaning the living room. And my office. And the kitchen. And sorting some laundry. And cleaning the bathroom.
Ugh. I want a day off that's off, dammit, not one where I feel the need to fix shit.
Posted by sally at 12:15 PM
September 19, 2006
Avast, Me Hearrrrrrrrrties
It be Talk Like a Pirate Day.
Posted by sally at 08:20 AM | Comments (2)
September 16, 2006
No Trumpets
No fanfare.
It's been a very quiet morning so far. I can't say that I mind. I'm actually enjoying the calm and the sense of nothing really to do.
The cast of Country Wife did sing happy birthday to me in advance (11pm-ish) last night. After Dave told them I'd be turning 24 in an hour. Bless their hearts, though those closest to my age laughed because they know I'm older than they are, some of the younger ones believed him.
So. Quiet. Cat snuggles. Beauty. Love. New 100 gig hard drive to store my photos on. Pretty good day so far.
Oh yes. Also a new hat from my friend Amy.
It's very warm and comfy.
Posted by sally at 12:19 PM
September 14, 2006
Brrrrrrrr
It's cold out. (Predicted high of 58°F.)
I actually had to wear shoes today. Shoes. No sandals, no free and happy toes. Shoes. Of course, they're my graffiti Chuck T's, so they're still cool, but, shoes. And socks.
It's so depressing.
Posted by sally at 09:35 AM
September 13, 2006
Like a Fine Wine...
For those of you keeping score at home, I will be 39 on Saturday.
Thirty-nine.
Just typing that is an act of bravery for me because in my business, admitting my actual age is like signing my creative death warrant. Nobody wants to work with an actor in her forties. They barely tolerate actors in their 30's. We've lost our ripe, potentially viriginal lushness. And though we've gained so much more in terms of experience, ability, skill, technique, women in their 40's are not good for anything except playing people's mothers.
Of course I think that's bullshit. Michelle Pfeiffer is no less interesting or talented than she was when she did Ladyhawke. In fact, she's probably a great deal moreso and I'm really looking forward to her work in Stardust when it comes out next spring. But in an industry where looks are paramount, she's not as desirable.
So even though I know I have so much to offer as an actor, I feel I'm going to have to work harder just to get people to even consider me for work. Because I'm "too old." People, as a performer, I'm just getting started. I'm capable of so much more than I was fifteen years ago.
Which brings me to my other concern about being in the final year of my thirties. I'm behind. I know I've discussed this here before, but that was just about acting. I'm behind in so many other ways as well.
Let me explain.
When I was in my early twenties, I met a friend of my mom's who had done all kinds of things in her life. It had not been an easy life, and I would certainly not want to trade places with her, but she knew so much stuff. She did most of the construction on her home herself, for instance.
Which was really the thing that got to me. Because I'd only recently graduated from college (the first time) and was in the middle of the awful, frustrating day job that is the single longest course of employment I've had to date (4.5 years) and was ending a painful, twisted, emotionally abusive relationship. My self-esteem was pretty much at rock bottom. I couldn't find any talents or abilities that set me apart from, well, dirt, really. (At this point, I had no idea I was an actor. If, at 24, someone had told me I was an actor, that I would be making money at it by the time I was 27, I would have suggested they needed to lie down.)
So to know that Lorraine, at 45, had sided her own house? That blew me away. Here she is, at twice my age, and she's so capable. My first reaction was, typically, "Man. I can't do anything." And then I thought, "Hold on. In the last 24 years, I've learned to walk, talk, read, write, drive, figure a tip and/or sales tax, type and think critically. She's had twice as much time as I have. I've figured out the basics. I have time now to add everything else."
Fifteen years ago, I figured I had all kinds of time to learn the list of things I wanted/needed to learn by the time I was 40.
I just realized I haven't even learned half of it, and I've got slightly more than a year to cram. I am so far behind.
However, I have made one discovery that counts for quite a bit.
When I was twenty-five, I remember the women in the office of that hideous job were all talking about being 40-ish. They were voicing some of the same concerns I've covered here (the losing the ripeness stuff; none of them were actors) and generally bewailing their fate. And I piped in with, "I'm looking forward to turning 40."
They scoffed at me. How could anyone possibly want to be 40? I was too young and didn't understand.
But I did. Because what I said was, "I figure by the time I'm 40, I'll have earned the right to tell the world to fuck off." None of them had seen it quite like that before. I hope some of them decided to take advantage. A year or so later, I was thinking about that exchange and I realized that if I wanted to tell the world to fuck off, there was no need to wait 14 years. I might as well go ahead and get started. I did. And the whole bumpy, wild ride of being a working artist began at that moment.
The great thing is that I've recently discovered the prophetic nature of that simple truth I voiced so long ago. I have earned the right to tell the world to mind its own business and go bother somebody else for a change. I've paid my dues. I've been beaten down and beaten up and done some self-mutiliation in the interests of figuring out who I am. (So it hurt when he hit me there. It still hurts if she hits me there. What happens if I do it? Ouch. Yeah. Still hurts. Maybe I should stop poking an old bruise.) Even though self-exploration is a life-long process, I feel pretty solid about the contents of the core.
I have indeed earned the right to tell the world to fuck off. And I did it a year before I expected to.
Sumbitch. I'm actually ahead of schedule.
Posted by sally at 08:15 AM | Comments (3)
September 12, 2006
Schedule for Today and the Rest of This Week
(Or why I may be crazy.)
6:30am Hit alarm for 1st of 3 times.
6:55am Finally get out of bed
7:00am Ablutions/Breakfast prep
8:30am Depart (walking) for school. 2+ miles.
9:00am Office hours. In which I finish grading the papers to hand back to my students.
10:30am Class. Student speeches
11:30am Class. Student speeches
12:20pm Lunch break. In which I eat, finish grading papers and begin grading speeches.
1:30pm Class. Student speeches
2:30pm Class. Student speeches
3:20pm Break. During which I eat dinner, finish grading papers and begin/continue gradingspeeches
5:30pm Rehearsal for reading of Lincoln’s Shins (Dave’s new play)
7:30pm Rehearsal for Country Wife. (I head there straight from the previous rehearsal.)
11:00pm Depending on whether Dave drives to rehearsal, I will either ride home or walk home with him.
11:40-ish Arrive home
12:30-ish Wind down enough to actually sleep. (Though the walk may actually help with this.)
6:30am Hit alarm for 1st of 3 times.
Posted by sally at 07:57 AM
September 11, 2006
I Dropped My Camera Last Night
It was stupid, I was tired, thank goodness it only fell from the coffee table and that it landed on a nice, thick Karastan rug. Also that it landed not on the lens. Still, I had to test it out, and this seemed the best subject I could possibly have.
The only light source is the natural light in our kitchen at 9am today. The tomatoes are from one of my plants. Glacier. They're not just beautiful, they're also extremely tasty. I was getting ready to pack them in my lunch when I realized just exactly how gorgeous they looked in the bowl. And that white background? That's our kitchen sink. Isn't it amazing what you can do even without a full studio setup?
Posted by sally at 09:17 AM | Comments (3)
September 08, 2006
If You're Looking for a Birthday Present This Year...
The First Amendment Project is running their second "Your Name Here" auction.
For the record, either the Carl Hiassen or the Elinor Lipman inclusions would do. (I'd prefer to be the taxidermied rat, all things considered. But I suspect I'm not alone in that wish.)
Posted by sally at 12:49 PM | Comments (2)
On a Lighter Note
The weekend in Boise wasn't all bitterness and bile and insecurity. I actually had quite a lovely time with my family.
One of the reasons I went down this weekend was to deliver the lamps I made and a rocking chair that looks like it was designed for John and Janene specifically. Dave and I had offered them the chair months ago, but none of us realized how well it matches their own furniture until Dave was tying it down in the back of the truck and I said, "Hey. All their furniture is mission style oak. Huh." It turns out the baby's crib is as well. That's what I call a happy accident.
Anyway, on Sunday, we all worked at J&J's, helping them finish the wood floors in the bedrooms and cement fenceposts in the yard, and when I walked into the baby's room to help prep for the floor finish, I realized that the lamps will go beautifully in there. It was nice to know that they're going to work. It was also great to know I was able to help them when they needed it.
Mom decided that Monday was the day we would celebrate my birthday (even though it's still a week away), so she took me clothes shopping, which was divine. I adore Coldwater Creek, but I'd never been in any of their stores until Monday. It was pretty much an apparel-related orgy for me. And lovely beyond all words when I discovered that I'm no longer an XL. I'm down to an L. In some cases, I'm an M. WooHoo!
As we were walking through the mall to the store, we walked past an accessories store and I said, "You know, Mom, what I really want is a tiara. I've wanted one for a long time." So we went in and bought one.
(Excuse the red, puffy eyes. Dave took the pic on Tuesday, after I'd spent six hours driving the truck through burning, smoky Idaho.)
So I got a birthday dinner on Labor Day with my entire family (except for Dave), a bagful of new clothes and a feeling of accomplishment, which was all very nice. Plus, i got a tiara. Which, as I tell my students, is an important accessory. Because with it, a girl can be a princess any time she wants.
Posted by sally at 11:40 AM
The Center of Me
I had my training and certification for Reiki Okuden Level two weeks ago. Because I didn't have enough to do that week, what with starting classes and creating lesson plans for the two classes I subbed for and running a week's worth of rehearsals, I took a Saturday and received attunements and training for Level 2.
While I was at the training, I was talking about how my life is either drought or deluge, there seems to be no middle ground, and how balance (which is one of the things we covered in the training) is a foreign concept to me. I'm not sure why, but except when I'm so busy I don't have time to breathe, I spend my life convinced that I'm not doing enough. Other people do these 700 things with their lives. Why am I only acting and gardening and working as the assistant to a CEO? Why am I only mentoring a kid who lives 30 minutes away and teaching three classes? (Or, like right now, why am I only teaching 4 classes, training the incoming TA's, doing vocal coaching for a show, getting ready to start rehearsals for another, rehearsing for a staged reading of a new play by Dave, taking weekly nature photographs, maintaining a steady online presence on my blog and trying to keep the house from collapsing into chaos because our cleaning lady quit to get a better job and we can't find another one? I'm not doing enough with my life, am I?)
I think I may have found balance for a brief period in my twenties, when I thought I had all the time in the world to get things done. And then again in my mid-30's, when I was sure the stars were aligning and I was going to be able to do the kind of acting I wanted to do. But for me, balance takes a lot of work. I have to focus on carving out time for myself, and it's a tricky tightrope to walk. Because I can't say no to too many things or I end up back in the barren wasteland of nothing to do.
And it seems that all or nothing is hardwired into my system. Because as I was explaining this to my fellow practitioners, a story from my own babyhood popped into my head.
According to my parents, taking me out for ice cream was not nearly the treat they thought it should be. We would get all settled in at the ice cream store and they would begin giving me ice cream. I would start to cry because they weren't feeding it to me fast enough. So they would feed it to me faster. And then I would get an ice cream headache (which in my case is not only excruciating pain in a ring around my skull, but also an intense ache between my shoulderblades) and I would cry harder. So they would slow down with the feeding the baby ice cream thing and I would cry because I wanted more and they weren't feeding it to me fast enough. And then they would speed up the spoonfuls coming my way and the ice cream headache would come back. Apparently it was a nasty cycle of screaming Sally.
As I said, feast or famine seems to be a part of me down to my very bones. And just so you know, I tend to deal much better with feast. I'm really organized and a good time juggler. As long as I can get enough sleep, I do pretty well with the working like a fiend thing. But always, always there's this sense of not doing enough. Of not being the person/actor/artist I'm supposed to be.
When I was in Boise this weekend, I read some articles about local actors that my mom had saved for me. And I was consumed with a bitter, raging jealousy. Because I've worked with those people. Part of me knows that I'm more than capable of doing the same level of work. Yet here they are, union members, working steadily in two cities, and I'm stuck here in Moscow, wondering if I'm deluding myself because the last five years have been a steady stream of being told I'm not good enough. Even though I know that the people who tell me that are wrapped up in their own messes and aren't the most objective of judges, it's still been the overriding theme of my late 30's. And that tends to wear on a girl.
I spent a lot of time praying to get over it. As in, "Please, God, I don't want to feel like this. Please don't let me turn into this bitter, nasty person I feel like I'm becoming." I don't know if it worked, because I still feel the hurt, still feel like a failure, still feel the doubts of my own worth. The bile-flavored hatred seems to be gone, however. So that's good.
I expect that's why I say yes to so much. Because I feel like if I do more, I'll somehow make up for whatever my shortcomings are. I wonder if I'll ever just be able to relax and be happy being who I am. If I'll ever be able to get over this sense that I'm behind schedule, that I haven't achieved everything I'm supposed to have attained by now.
I suspect that will be the project of a lifetime.
Posted by sally at 10:41 AM
September 07, 2006
Dear Mr. Rumsfeld,
And all of your supporters/cohorts.
I just want to make this clear. I am not a Nazi. Nor am I a supporter of Nazis, and most importantly, I am not some sort of Nazi-ignoring ostrich, hiding my head in the sand.
How dare you compare yourselves to the Allied Forces in WWII? How dare you? Suggesting that international terrorism is like Nazism? And that those of us who think that war is not the answer are like those who denied the growing power of the Reich through fear and ignorance?
You have it exactly backwards.
Those of us who are upset about the war are not some sort of fifth column, ready to roll over and show our bellies when the fascist boot tramps across America. Those of us who oppose the war are a lot more like the people screaming, "Hey! This whole military might thing is taking an ominous turn! Do we really need to invade the Sudetenland/Poland/Iran/Iraq?"
International terrorism is nothing like the Nazis. They don't want to take over the world. They want to destabilize it. Because a world in chaos is a world where fear reigns and you can get people to toe line and fall in with your policies more easily.
But the people who run secret prisons where "alternative interrogation" methods are used? The people who announce that Islamic fundamentalism needs to be wiped out? Those are the people who are frighteningly similar to the Nazis, and those are the people I oppose.
Just for the record, Mr. Rumsfeld? That's you.
Posted by sally at 08:30 AM
September 06, 2006
Gah!
No time! I feel like the White Rabbit, running around the city of Moscow with my pocket watch out, announcing my lateness to the world.
I'm getting things done, but just barely.
Gaaah!
Posted by sally at 06:11 PM | Comments (1)
September 02, 2006
Up Up and Away
Driving to Boise today for the weekend. I'm taking a rocking chair and the cool lamps and some other baby stuff.
I probably won't be posting this weekend, as I'm going to want to do a little more living and a little less commenting on it. But we'll see.
Have a great weekend.
Posted by sally at 11:08 AM
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