Yesterday, reading comments about the American election on another site, I came across the idea of Extinction Bursts. Yes, I know now it’s a common idea, but that was the first time I’d heard it, and I took enormous comfort from it. It’s the idea that, right before you change a long time habit, your brain does everything it can to blow up your path: Continue reading
So a couple of things happened this week. Continue reading
Josh Whedon assembles the Avengers:
Background info here: http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/news/joss-whedon-launches-super-pac-931046/
(I’m very excited about this. BIG Mark Ruffalo fan.)
Once again I have missed a social moment. Or movement. Whatever, I completely missed the NoMakeUp thing, which is odd, because I haven’t worn make-up for years. Once I got off the promotion train, there didn’t seem to be any point. This is my face. It’s the face I take to McDonald’s and to see my grandkids and to buy chocolate. It’s the face I mow the lawn in and walk a hundred yards to get my mail in. For me, make-up isn’t necessary, but then it’s no big deal for me to go without. My neighbors don’t throw things because my lips aren’t glossy. The window people at McDonald’s do not refuse to hand over my chicken sandwich because my cheeks are pale. The plumber fixed my toilet without batting an eye at my lack of eyeliner. To me, this all seems kind of logical. And rational. Why the hell would I wear make-up? Continue reading
It’s been glorious here in northern New Jersey where it’s pretty much always beautiful, but now is also balmy, if you can call temps in the 80s balmy, which I can because I have air conditioning. Also allergies, so I’m sneezing a lot.
I am also going down for the third time under the weight of the news. I hate Donald Trump, not just for the dire threat he poses the republic, but because he’s such a banal asshole. If I have to read about this jerk every day, the least he could do is be interesting instead of repeating stupid and dangerous. Stupid-and-dangerous was interesting for awhile, I grant you, but now he’s just churning his schtick. The problem with Donald Trump’s narrative is that he doesn’t ARC. His character path is a flat line. If you’re gonna be the center of a story, Don, you have to change. Sad! Continue reading
I used to say, “Go to the mall and people-watch, but mostly people-listen.” Because character is action–we are what we do–but the way we present ourselves, the image we want to project, is often in our voices. Then the whole enclosed mall thing started to crash, so now I’m making up for it with politics. Because EVERYBODY has something to say in politics, and they’re all crafting the way they want to present themselves. Most of them are blowing that part because they’re blind to their own weaknesses, tone deaf, or such narcissists that they’re living in a different world, sometimes all of the above. And since I’m writing a book right now that has a political subplot (the Demon-Firsters are basically Green Pride), I’m watching the election with even more interest than usual. Continue reading
I cried during her speech. I cry when I watch clips of it now. I’m pretty much to the point where I tear up every time I see a picture of her in that blue dress.
I had no idea how much I needed somebody to stand up and say, “This is not the apocalypse, we can do anything,” somebody to embrace all the great things and move forward. “When they go low, we go high.” Really, Michelle for Queen of the World.
And Sarah Silverman for Vice-Queen.
I’m beginning to worry about the American political process. I think it’s broken. Perhaps we need to rethink the way we choose our leaders . . . Continue reading
Welp, I now have a photo of what my books look like: Continue reading