Slow

Let’s slow down.

There’s bad stuff coming, but it’s not here yet. There’s time to think things through, figure out what’s actually happening before Jan. 2017, make plans for the long run. It’s going to be a long run with slow progress, but slow is almost always smarter than fast. Slow lasts.

So deep breaths and steady as we go. I don’t think we’ve survived worse, but we’ve survived a lot of bad. We’ll fix this, too. We have work to do . . .

. . . but for just this weekend, just this moment, let’s go slow.

RIP Leonard Cohen. You were amazing and your music will live forever. Wish you could have, too.

Even better:

Thank You, Susan B.

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I saw Hillary’s name on the touchscreen and I cried a little. Then I voted and got in the car and cried a lot. I never thought I’d see this day. And now, fingers crossed, my granddaughters will grow up thinking, “Of COURSE a woman can be President.” I wept both times Obama was elected, really proud of my country. I hope like hell I’m still proud tomorrow morning. Because otherwise we have this:

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Save the Day

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.)

Making Up Is a Pain in the Ass To Do

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