1. It's weird to be on (working) vacation with so many people suffering from Katrina. Instead of buying all the things at the mall I wanted (as if we could afford any shopping), I only bought a tiny canister of Green Tea solid perfume from L'Occitane. Then I came home and drew pics of all the clothes that caught my eye. They can be future knit/sew projects. Skirts, sweaters, lacy tops, silky things, accessories. Anthropologie has some truly lovely lovelies, and there were a select few at Banana Republic, J. Crew & Urban Outfitters. Didn't see much at Abercrombie. I'm so glad I already have my Lucchese boots. If we had a scanner handy, I'd show you my notes.
Living in a hurricane-prone place is also strange. Because when it doesn't hit us, I feel so relieved, and then that feels wrong because it hits someone else. So I cry anyway, and send money, and let the kids watch too many cartoons. This one is particularly bad, as you know, and sooooo politicized...meanwhile, there are still people displaced from Ivan and Charley. Ivan was headed straight for Naples at one point. Cat 5. It was really fucking terrifying.
One thing having kids teaches you though is that life goes right on, often in fifteen minute increments, and what are we doing today? Can we go to the pool? When will Daddy be home? Can we go to the pool then? I'm writing a book with hippogriffs in it, will you read it? Mommy, when are we going to the zoo? Can you tear out this piece of paper for me, please? I'm hungry. Mommy, I'm making a newspaper. Time to get dressed, you two, Ruby's going to need do go out soon. Then we'll go to the Botanical Garden. Yes, the pool but after we go out. Please, go get dressed.
2. Can you be a feminist, and still think feminism has done women a great disservice? What is the alternative? Is there one, other than a burka? Is it the on-paper vs. in-practice conundrum? I'm not saying more about this now. It's just something on my mind. You'll have to wait for a full-on rant.
3. How do I get a profile picture up if I don't have it elsewhere on the web at its own special url? It's so buggy! And why are there so few pictures of me by myself in our archives? Am I only a mommy? It's funny. I mean, nice work if you can get it, I'm not complaining, at all, it's just funny looking through the files for something I can use, and finding not one relatively recent photo of just me. I must have something to do with it. Something about, "please, not first thing in the morning," or, "why do you want a picture of me while I'm sick?" Is it so wrong to want to look human in a photo? I'm sure if I ask, I shall receive. Note to self: consider preparing.
4. Went to Tattered Cover, ooooooh, I love that bookstore! It's like the old eccentric neighbor's mansion. It seems like it must have secret passageways. Went nutty and bought Encyclopedia Prehistorica: Dinosaurs (The Definitive Pop-Up) by Sabuda & Reinhart, and if you have any kids in the 5 to 9 set, you have to buy it too. Also bought War of the Worlds, The Stepford Wives, Oedipus Rex and Selected Federalist Papers for less than four bucks each! And got Gnarl! by Rudy Rucker, possibly my fave sci-fi writer, for a mere $5.98. My Good Will find, Claudius, the God, by Micheal Graves just doesn't have the same umpf as I, Claudius. Must be the absence of Caligula...anyway, I needed something other than my intended read. And I grew up with such an institutionalized constructivist agenda (NYC public schools), that I can't say I've read anything on Federalism, or any of the great Greeks. God forbid anything but socialist and non-western resources should be used. Talk about an on-paper/in-practice problem!
Speaking of Marx, I had a realization only a good college class or a good bookstore can produce. I realized I haven't read enough Nietzsche, at all, and that's a problem, because of a Marx imbalance. Also I'll need to think of some mystical antidote (lest I fall into some sort of existential stupor). Meister Eckhart? Thomas Merton? Given that I haven't read either, I should probably read something of both. Mind the Gaps!
I had a dream last night that some friend and I, and some other people, were sitting in a booth at a restaurant, and I asked the friend (who was cool, but perhaps more provincial than he or she thought, and of undefined gender, which makes the rest grammatically problematic) if they (case in point) had ever had a Semiotics class. I was surprised that the university s/he went to even had one, but then s/he said something about Jesuit Dominicans and it all made sense. But s/he didn't know what Liberation Theology was. Go figure.
Literally in my dreams. As if I'm going to find anyone in Naples who I could possibly be both on the conservative/right and not totally naive about language, semiotics, and cultural criticism. Well meaning people with blackamoor statues, saying "Oriental" rugs, and using words like Jewess, or arguing in preposterous ways against homosexuality (ever heard the throw a ball like a sissy theory? How about the circumcision/AIDS theory?). Good God. And on the left they haven't done their homework, either. Patronizing and fetishistic attitudes about all things and peoples non-European. Perpetuating the myth that understanding will solve all social ills. And Bush bashing just for the exercise. Deifying the environment, viewing humans as a pox upon the earth.
It's not as exhausting as NYC, with its persistent and unforgiving perpetual self-examination, its perpetual deconstruction. I left there wondering how to ever create again, when the decon loupe was to be applied to everything, till all that was left was abject fetish and, ultimately, diagnosable. Then I decided to embrace the Neo-Naive (my new movement). The problem is that merely naive is not the same.
5. Would it be imprudent to read The Politically Incorrect Guide to Islam on an airplane? What is its opposite (observe the dialectical rigor...hah!)? Is it of benefit to carry knitting needles? Is Jodie Foster weird for her new scary airplane "film", or what? And while we're at it, I just watched one of the all-time most awful movies. I mean goes on the top three list: The Final Cut with Robin Williams. Just awful wannabe existential drivel. You've been warned.
Very French. He dies, (in what feels like the middle of the movie but is actually the end--hint, hint) yet his death is for a "good" cause. And plenty of gratuitous body art. Fraught with meaning, I'm sure. Who could have guessed tattoos would be our salvation! Bring down The Man! He lies, covers up the truth of vile humanity, who is only defined ultimately by eating, shitting, and incest! Corporations are conspiracies! And in the end he must die for the cause, even involuntarily, to be fully redeemed because, like during the witch hunts, any Stalinist/Nazi can tell you only in politically prescribed death is there true redemption and purity!
6. Denver makes my nose bleed. I'm sure I'll just melt when we go back to Florida. I'm anxious about going back. About living there at all. But it's where the work is, for which we are grateful.
7. Found the yarn shop the other day, and got stuck, and a lovely Denver knitter drove us home. There are several yarns I just want, and several projects I'm eager to do, and I've made a mess of the Stitch 'n' Bitch cardigan, which will require major surgery. I'm not willing to undo because the needles are too small, only a six (they wanted a four, which was a total no-go), and I want to finish this thing. I can always crochet over the editing. Typical me, for my first sweater I changed the needle size, gauge, and all the numbers, using a ratio that should have worked, and in length it's just dandy, but the thing is too wide...still too wide. I'm not sure what to do about the sleeves. Ultimately, I'm going to have to make a paper pattern and custom plan for each project. Ugh. I'm just too small for most of the patterns out there. Paper pattern, figure gauge, maybe even convert to crochet for ease. I'll post a picture or two of the cardigan, if I ever finish it.
By the way, for learners, there's dollar yarn at Target right now, along with bamboo needles, also a dollar, but in need of sand paper, and little dollar project books. So cute!