Archive for September, 2007

Birthdays and Crushes

Ethan celebrated his eighth birthday today with many congratulations. Most important to him is that he has secured a reciprocal crush from a fellow classmate at school, about which we are to say nothing and reveal to no one. So, shhhh.

The First Casualty of Marriage

As alluded to in my previous post, I’m having a hard time adopting the language of marriage. Being a wife and having a husband sounds so, well, patriarchal. Kind of sterile. The truth is that I don’t feel much differently about my relationship to Chef, or his relationship to Ethan, or anything […]

Off The Map

I swear I’m not ignoring my blogging duties, but between the marriage stuff, the financial stuff, the Ethan’s homework stuff, and other stuff, I’m a busy bee. Next week I’ll be on the (very generous and exciting) honeymoon.
Complaint of the Day: Marriage and wedding-related language. Between trying on the cringe of “wife” […]

The Carpathian

Finally I know why Fred Thompson scares the crap out of me.

The Night Before

A police car is parked outside of my house, supervising a truck being towed that’s been there for over two weeks. I’m tempted to sit on the front porch as it’s being towed off, smoke in one hand, wine in the other. Because who has anything else to do on the eve of […]

Lot Going On

Several new posts up at Offsprung, guestblogging at Feministe on weekends thru September, and holy shit, Monday.

On Changing Names

I suggested be both go Goatse, but Chef wasn’t that into it.

Question

Is it a common belief that the reason we didn’t find WMDs in Iraq is that we didn’t “dig far enough down” in the desert? Or are drunk college kids that stupid (this is not a question).

The Opposite of Hallelujah

From My Other Boyfriend’s new album:

A Very Important Question For the Ether (Seriously, Help Me)

ZEBRA PRINT: Tacky or fabulous?

Our Meg is Gone

Madeline L’Engle died yesterday of natural causes:
Madeleine L’Engle, who in writing more than 60 books, including childhood fables, religious meditations and science fiction, weaved emotional tapestries transcending genre and generation, died Thursday in Connecticut. She was 88. Her death, of natural causes, was announced today by her publisher, Farrar, Straus and Giroux.
Ms. L’Engle (pronounced […]

A Break From Pet-Related Controversy

Kitten Thinks Of Nothing But Murder All Day
and
War On String May Be Unwinnable, Says Cat General
In other news, Pablo revives the East Coast vs. West Coast rap war.