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God to Jeb

God to Jeb

And God said to Jeb:

"Count all the votes and I will lift the plague of hurricanes."

(Sent to me via email)

But seriously, I am wondering whether some of our environmental irresponsibility might have had any effects in causing or contributing to the multiple-hurricane phenomenon. Guess we won’t hear about it in any case – the global warming warnings have been silenced pretty well.

The situation in Haiti is horrific. Haitians never get a rest, it seems. Dafur continues without respite. North Korea and Iran have moved forward on their nuclear programs. Oh, never mind. The list is too daunting for me to reflect upon today.

I hope that I can bring myself to sit through these so-called "debates" – I for one would really like to see an actual debate, or at least some real questioning. Many of these issues are too complex and important for this staging. Isn’t this just going to be a version of mini-campaigning? Short answer soundbites – this is what we’ve reduced this important occasion to now – the whole thing sickens me today.

I look at my son and his sweetness and love and intelligence, and wonder what we leave for him.

Hurricane Yellow Feathers

Hurricane Yellow Feathers

I’m so pleased that anyone thought to blog a comment – you missed me, you really missed me! (grin)

I have indeed been resting on my laurels a bit, having a life again – what bliss! But I will be back writing some more this week.

My gramma made it through hurricane Francis in Florida. Here in Atlanta, we were without electricity for much of the day today. The wind is amazing – it’s hardly ever very windy here – I’m only hoping that one of the many many huge trees all around our house doesn’t decide to crash down on top of us. I’ve actually been enjoying it quite a bit, walking around. It makes me a bit nostalgic for New England.

Gave my son Ben a haircut yesterday. Well, it started out to be a regular haircut anyway. I cut a bit here, and a bit there, and then there was a tuft sticking out, so I cut that, and then it was crooked. Well, you get the idea. Luckily, my wonderful little four-year-old thinks his (very very short) buzz cut is really supercool and can’t wait to show his friends his “yellow feathers” at preschool tomorrow.

Ta!

Seeking baby’s first year advice

Seeking baby’s first year advice

Got an interesting email. If you have survived the first year of parenting, here is a writing call for you.
 
SEEKING: Advice on Having a Baby

Sure, having a baby can be the best thing that’s ever happened to you. It can also be the most challenging experience of your life. I’m looking for moms and dads willing to share their experiences and parenting advice for the upcoming book, "How to Survive Your Baby by Hundreds of Happy Moms and Dads Who Did."

Interested? Just e-mail MaidenFate@aol.com with the subject heading "Interview Request – Baby." 
 
The editor of the book will be Jade Walker. You can view her websites below.

Jade Walker – http://www.jadedwritings.com
Writer, The Blog of Death (http://www.blogofdeath.com)
Editor, Siren Song Magazine (http://www.sirensongmagazine.com)
Author, "Sex, Death and Other…" (http://www.metropolisink.com/walker/sdao/)
 

2nd Lamentations (Mom’s Bible)

2nd Lamentations (Mom’s Bible)

I haven’t made a "Mom post" in a while. My friend Jacque sent me this, and it had me laughing. Variations on the theme are posted all over the internet, but I finally found a very similar piece by Ian Frazier, which seems to have been the original source. You can read his original version at the Atlantic Monthly site (The Atlantic Monthly; February 1997; Laws Concerning Food and Drink; Household Principles; Lamentations of the Father; Volume 279, No. 2; pages 89 – 90).

Laws Pertaining to Dessert
For we judge between the plate that is unclean and the plate that is clean, saying first, if the plate is clean, then you shall have dessert.
But of the unclean plate, the laws are these: If you have eaten most of your meat, and two bites of your peas with each bite consisting of not less than three peas each, or in total six peas, eaten where I can see, and you have also eaten enough of your potatoes to fill two forks, both forkfuls eaten where I can see, then you shall have dessert. But if you eat a lesser number of peas, and yet you eat the potatoes, still you shall not have dessert; and if you eat the peas, yet leave the potatoes uneaten, you shall not have dessert, no, not even a small portion thereof.
And if you try to deceive by moving the potatoes or peas around with a fork, that it may appear you have eaten what you have not, you will fall into iniquity. And I will know, and you shall have no dessert.

Laws When at Table
And if you are seated in your high chair, or in a chair such as a greater person might use, keep your legs and feet below you as they were. Neither raise up your knees, nor place your feet upon the table, for that is an abomination to me. Yes, even when you have an interesting bandage to show, your feet upon the table are an abomination, and worthy of rebuke.
Drink your milk as it is given you, neither use on it any utensils, nor fork, nor knife, nor spoon, for that is not what they are for; if you will dip your blocks in the milk, and lick it off, you will be sent away.
When you have drunk, let the empty cup then remain upon the table, and do not bite it upon its edge and by your teeth hold it to your face in order to make noises in it sounding like a duck: for you will be sent away.
When you chew your food, keep your mouth closed until you have swallowed, and do not open it to show your brother or your sister what is within; I say to you, do not so, even if your brother or your sister has done the same to you.
Eat your food only; do not eat that which is not food; neither seize the table between your jaws, nor use the raiment of the table to wipe your lips. I say again to you, do not touch it, but leave it as it is.
And though your stick of carrot does indeed resemble a marker, draw not with it upon the table, even in pretend, for we do not do that, that is why.
And though the pieces of broccoli are very like small trees, do not stand them upright to make a forest, because we do not do that, that is why.
Sit just as I have told you, and do not lean to one side or the other, nor slide down until you are nearly slid away. Heed me; for if you sit like that, your hair will go into the syrup. And now behold, even as I have said, it has come to pass.

On Screaming
Do not scream; for it is as if you scream all the time. If you are given a plate on which two foods you do not wish to touch each other are touching each other, your voice rises up even to the ceiling, while you point to the offense with the finger of your right hand; but I say to you, scream not, only remonstrate gently with the server, that the server may correct the fault. Likewise if you receive a portion of fish from which every piece of herbal seasoning has not been scraped off, and the herbal seasoning is loathsome to you and steeped in vileness, again I say, refrain from screaming. Though the vileness overwhelm you, and cause you a faint unto death, make not that sound from within your throat, neither cover your face, nor press your fingers to your nose. For even not I have made the fish as it should be; behold, I eat it myself, yet do not die.

Laws of Forbidden Places
Of the beasts of the field, and of the fishes of the sea, and of all foods that are acceptable in my sight you may eat, but not in the living room.
Of the hoofed animals, broiled or ground into burgers, you may eat, but not in the living room.
Of the cloven-hoofed animal, plain or with cheese, you may eat, but not in the living room.
Of the cereal grains, of the corn and of the wheat and of the oats, and of all the cereals that are of bright color and unknown provenance you may eat, but not in the living room.
Of quiescently frozen dessert and of all frozen after-meal treats you may eat, but absolutely not in the living room.
Of the juices and other beverages, yes, even of those in sippy-cups, you may drink, but not in the living room, neither may you carry such therein. Indeed, when you reach the place where the living room carpet begins, of any food or beverage there you may not eat, neither may you drink.
But if you are sick, and are lying down and watching something, then may you eat in the living room.

Concerning Face and Hands
Cast your countenance upward to the light, and lift your eyes to the hills, that I may more easily wash you off. For the stains are upon you; even to the very back of your head, there is rice thereon.
And in the breast pocket of your garment, and upon the tie of your shoe, rice and other fragments are distributed in a manner wonderful to see.
Only hold yourself still; hold still, I say. Give each finger in its turn for my examination thereof, and also each thumb. Lo, how iniquitous they appear. What I do is as it must be; and you shall not go hence until I have done.

Various Other Laws, Statutes, and Ordinances
Bite not, lest you be cast into quiet time. Neither drink of your own bath water, nor of the bath water of any kind; nor rub your feet on bread, even if it be in the package; nor rub yourself against cars, not against any building; nor eat sand.
Leave the cat alone, for what has the cat done, that you should so afflict it with tape? And hum not the humming in your nose as I read, nor stand between the light and the book. Indeed, you will drive me to madness. Nor forget what I said about the tape.

Complaints and Lamentations
O my children, you are disobedient. For when I tell you what you must do, you argue and dispute hotly even to the littlest detail; and when I do not accede, you cry out, and hit and kick. Yes, and even sometime do you spit, and shout "stupid-head" and other blasphemies, and hit and kick the wall and the molding thereof when you are sent to the corner.
And though the law teaches that no one shall be sent to the corner for more minutes than he has years of age, yet I would leave you there all day, so mighty am I in anger. But upon being sent to the corner you ask straight-away, "Can I come out?" and I reply, "No, you may not come out." And again you ask, and again I give the same reply. But when you ask again a third time, then you may come out.
Hear me, O my children, for the bills they kill me. I pay and pay again, even to the twelfth time in a year, and yet again they mount higher than before.
For our health, that we may be covered, I give six hundred and twenty talents twelve times in a year; but even this covers not the fifteen hundred deductible for each member of the family within a calendar year. And yet for ordinary visits we still are not covered, nor for many medicines, nor for the teeth within our mouths. Guess not at what rage is in my mind, for surely you cannot know.
For I will come to you at the first of the month and at the fifteenth of the month with the bills and a great whining and moan.
And when the month of taxes comes, I will decry the wrong and unfairness of it, and mourn and rend my receipts.
And you shall remember that I am that I am: before, after, and until you are twenty-one. Hear me then, and avoid me in my wrath, O children of me.

Spring is Here

Spring is Here

Ahhhhh, spring. The azaleas are starting to bloom, and everything smells fresh and alive.

Unfortunately, I am still weighed down by this dissertation project.

I would like nothing better than to spend every day planting things and taking Ben to the park and walking and even working at my job… but I have to overcome this existential dread and finish this thing. I’m planning on handing it in very soon. It is discouraging to think of how much more could be said, how many books I read and researched that don’t make it into the final draft, how limited my scope has become. But, a good dissertation is one that is finished, and I so need to be finished. Maybe I’ll pick it up again in a couple of years and make a book out of it, when I can stand to think about viruses again – maybe it would be more fun again then.

Despite my feeling that I couldn’t afford to do it, I went Thursday to the memorial service at the senior living center where my father used to live. It just didn’t seem right that there wasn’t any funeral or service. It was a surprisingly moving interdenominational service, including about a dozen people who had died. A short eulogy was presented for each person – "independence" was the word most people seemed to associate with my dad (*wry smile*). I was impressed by the kindness and humor and sadness – all wrapped up together. After each eulogy, there was a candle lit, a chime, and those who were gathered said, "May the peace of God be with —". It was moving to hear about all the other people too, as though he were in a little club. I was very happy that I participated – but again, it was time, time, time.

Ben has some friends coming for a sleepover tonight – so tonight and tomorrow morning are shot as well. And of course, I’m writing something that is not my dissertation….right now! At his point, I would rather eat live ants than continue writing this thing. It could have been so amazing, so brilliant – and somehow it is not living up to my vision for it.

I can only do the best I can with the time I have left….again, an existential dilemna. I still say the most important things to say, talk about the most important examples. I do have the knowledge, and I probably really am the world’s expert in this particular topic of how viruses are imagined in contemporary fiction. It’s just…. this thing could really have been brilliant, and I somehow got into an adversarial relationship with it! With a piece of my own writing… how bizarre.

I’ll let you know how it all turns out. I’ll be doing revisions straight through to July, I suspect.

Sweating

Sweating

I’m giving myself one extra week on my somewhat self-imposed deadline. I’m sweating, writing, sweating again. Can one very sleepy mom finish her PhD in the next couple of weeks? Tune in to find out. Deadline: March 8.