Also, an interim GIP. The pic is Martha Wainwright, taken in Dublin and I need to check the photographer's name to give credit. I love the shot, the expression on her face as she's singing. I like the cropping I've done but the quicky caption isn't what I want. I'll prolly Photoshop later, but for now here she is in all her unvarnished honesty.
Okay, work now.
Also, I love you guys. You know who you are.
"Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for - in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it."
- Ellen Goodman
It's the oddest thing; I'm in the mood for a fight. I'm not grumpy or angry. I'm a little tired but it's Friday and I'm looking forward to the weekend. I'm not feeling aggressive per se; I had sword fighting practice on Wednesday and was able to get out some aggression.
I just, I want to fight with someone. Physically or verbally. Stir things up a bit, see what shakes out.
Weird. In the realm of chick stuff, ( guys feel free to skip )
No tv updates this week, haven't watched anything yet. Okay, I caught Friday's BSG and I love how screwed Tigh is. He is such a trainwreck. Wow. Interesting character.
C and I watched our friends walk in the Komen 3-Day Walk this weekend. It was a very emotional experience, from witnessing all these people whose lives have been directly affected by breast cancer to watching exhausted, hurting walkers finish up the last stretch of day 3. Wow.
OK work now.
Hey, I am trying to find dynamite feminist (mostly) female performers for a festival that we are hosting here in
October 2, 2005
I am a member of the San Diego Women’s Chorus and the search committee
for the 9th Sister Singers Festival, which we are hosting here in
We are hoping that you might be interested in being involved with the Festival as a performer/workshop facilitator. Since this is the first Sister Since this is the first Sister Singers Festival being held on the West Coast, we would like to have some of our wonderful West Coast talent be a part of this event.
We are currently putting together our program and our hope is that you would be able to give us some suggestions on how you could and would like to be involved. I would love to talk to you about your possibly being involved in the Festival.
I hope that this has piqued your interest and that we will hear from you shortly. Please feel free to call me anytime!
Western Sol: A Silver Celebration
25th Anniversary of SSN &
9th International Choral Festival
Saturday was a day of morning laziness followed by afternoon busy-ness. I was hoping to go to the big lesbian and bi-sekh-shul bonfire at La Jolla shores, but C forgot about a chorus board event scheduled for the same time. Even though I reallyreally wanted to go to the beach, I decided to be a responsible soon-to-be-board-member and go to the event. It wasn't too bad, all together. Not my favorite people for socializing but not too painful.
Sunday morning we performed at a Scouting for All rally. (they protest the BSA's exclusionary policies toward Atheists and the lgbt community) We had counter protesters holding signs saying "Execute Homosexual Pedophiles" who heckled the speakers. Definitely an eye-opening experience. Afterwards, I went to the gym and had a good, hard workout. Yeah.
Sunday evening was chorus rehearsal, and damned if we aren't picking up the new stuff quickly. This cd project is supa-cool and is going to sound friggin' awesome.
In other news, since viewing Serenity "shiny" is trying hard to enter my vocabulary. Stupid Joss Whedon.
Hmmm. Monday morning. Short, clipped sentences. Perhaps I should wander around and drink coffee until my vocabulator stops malfunctioning.
It was still wonderful, I was still moved by walkers decked out in handmade "In Memoriam" shirts, the number of families who walk. But I was also terribly upset by the staff members of a nearby clinic who were more upset by the inconvenience of not being able to access the driveway to their parking lot than they were by the fact that there's no cure for AIDS. I would expect a business person to come out and yell because the street was blocked off, or even a lawyer, but for a doctor to come out (with his damned exam gloves on, he's lucky I didn't call OSHA on his ass) and rail at me because "I have patients" really pushed my buttons. Oh well, plenty of MDs are self-absorbed pricks.
In other news, I got to spend some time with friends who I haven't seen in a few weeks. I also went on a coffee date with The Girl and filled in a horrid gap in her movie education by making her watch Moonstruck with me. And I even squeezed in about 45 minutes of surfing. Not a bad weekend.
They've apologized profusely, will be sending a formal letter of apology to the family, are sending a larger arrangement to her house, and are refunding me 25% of my purchase price. Of course, I've tried to be as understanding as possible. We're all human, mistakes happen.
But wow, just about the worst time for such an accident to happen. Just, not cool.