Monday, July 28, 2008


It seems more summer than summer itself here in Brooklyn--not the firefly nights picnics beach barbecue and smell of fresh mowed lawn summer, but the steaming concrete boiling winds off the expressway open fire hydrant sweaty queues at the ice cream truck brewing but never arriving thunderstorms police siren kind of summer. There's something to be said for summer in the city; it doesn't care about you, it's just doing its own thing.

Oh and I've got a new post. It's alas only NC-17 in spirit.

Monday, July 21, 2008


My daughter, that is.

I just dropped Hedgehog off at her Indian wilderness camp for the day, and it was so hard to remember that she isn't me--I was feeling tremulous "on her behalf" at leaving her with strangers in a strange place in the woods, but then I gave a little count to ten and reminded myself that she is game for almost anything these days, and didn't seem at all concerned about being left. My biggest challenge as a parent has always been this--how to give her both freedom and security, without letting my own hangups (and believe me, I have many) interfere--how to let her go her little way with a sense that I'm there, but not clinging. I know I'm repeating myself here, but I feel a need to say it over and over again--like an incantation to protect Hedgehog from my overprotective, overcontrolling, overwhelming, pestering, questioning, hypervigilant parenting style.

I don't think it's an accident that everything I've enrolled her in this summer--survival skills and wilderness training, self-defense and martial arts--is designed to strengthen her independence and fierce little spirit--I can't always show her these things myself, and I'm not above asking for help with this, the hardest job I've ever had!

Anyway, signing out now from my bootleg blogging session in a parking lot in Saratoga Springs, NY! Hope everyone's well out there!


Thursday, July 17, 2008

I Had a Pedicure

Such luxury, and my toenails are now painted crimson.

New post at Just a Housewife, my new favorite weird place to hang out.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Classic Girl

Sometimes I just love to have a good cry, and I'll play song after weepy song, beginning with usually something by David Bowie and spiralling downward through all the complaint rock I can think of, all the crap from Joni Mitchell's "Blue," and Liz Phair's "Divorce Song" and "F!@#k and Run," and the Shins and Velvet Revolver (fall to pieces, anyone?) and of course that weeper's anthem, "Down" by London Suede, and Bob Dylan, and who knows what other gloomy tearjerkers, but always ending with Jane's Addiction's "Classic Girl," which, for some reason, is my ultimate weeper. When Sgt. Pepper was working at night and he'd come home to find me clutching a tear-stained "Ritual de lo Habitual," he'd know instantly what had transpired, and suggest that maybe it was time to turn off the stereo. To his credit, although he witnessed this at least several times, he'd never laugh at me, or, at least, not out loud.

I hate to think that this is a girl's-only thing--or that I'm the only one who does it at all--do guys do this too? Or maybe they just take the weepy song journey without the accompanying sobbing? Anyway, if you've never done this, I think it's quite salubrious. I'm even thinking of making a mixed cd...although perhaps one girl's weeper is another's dance party...

p.s. I've finally gotten a post up at Just a Housewife, but the NC-17 warning on that one is possibly just boredom...

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Who Am I?

Well, who knows really. But I've decided that I need a new forum for some of my more, er, NC-17 musings. This is what happens to housewives. Just kidding. Anyone who stops by here is certainly welcome to check my other blog, but also more than welcome not to, as it may not be your style. I'm happy to just ramble on to myself on this other one.

Anyway, here it is if you like. I'll have a post up soon. If not, I'll have a post up here too.


Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Sunday, July 6, 2008

The Road to Town

I drove this insanely tall hill a few minutes ago to get to the library to post this picture of the insanely tall's completely self-referential. Xs and Os to anyone out there today...

Friday, July 4, 2008

Happy Independence Day (and to the rest, Happy Friday)!

I'm upstate now, away from my darling high speed wireless, and am posting outside the tiny local library which gets a signal. It's awkward, however, and I feel even more than my usual furtive feelings when I post at home from the comfort of my I will just leave you to mull over this peculiar image of Uncle Sam courting Lady Liberty...who knew he was such a randy old devil?