my wife, my love, my everything aka alison just called me to tell me that she has a two-day pass for me this weekend for the newport folk festival in rhode island as a surprise present. i almost started crying when she told me.
this means that instead of sitting on my butt all weekend (which is what i usually do and what i planned on doing) i will be seeing the avett brothers, elvis perkins in dearland, april smith and the great picture show, andrew bird, the swell season, and a whole freaking mess of other amazing musicians and bands. i can’t wait!
“THE VATICAN’S recent Normae de Gravioribus Delictis document prescribes automatic excommunication for anyone involved in the ordination of a woman. In according greater penalties to those who “attempted” women’s ordination than to clerics who abused children, it has further shocked many loyal…
What bothers me the most about this recent news with the Church is that I just spent my last two semesters of college (and a chunk of my spring semester junior year) studying and writing about a group of women in the 1950s, 60s, and 70s in the Church that really could have done something spectacular, if the Church had listened to them. Ordination was only the tip of the iceberg with the kind of stuff they were talking about. It was this eye-opening collaboration of feminism and Catholicism, something I thought to be impossible before I started, but it taught me that the core of Catholicism is definitely not as black and evil as you’d think it to be what with the Church we’re all seeing today. It’s just been tarnished beyond repair by a church hell-bent on domination, power, and control.
I’m by no means a religious person, but I read enough to feel attached to those women. I understood their affections for their Church and I saw the bits of hope they held onto when they envisioned a Church that accepted all women and men as equals. So I guess that’s why my heart hurts a little bit when I see stuff like this. It was a missed chance that the Church could have taken way way wayyy back, but instead they’ve just gotten so much worse.
i like to think i’m not that addicted to caffeine, but when i go a morning without having coffee and i have a headache by the middle of the afternoon, i feel shame all the way to the coffee pot to fix the problem.
“I’ve got two daughters who will have to make their way in this skinny-obsessed world, and it worries me, because I don’t want them to be empty-headed, self-obsessed, emaciated clones; I’d rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’. And frankly, I’d rather they didn’t give a gust of stinking Chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons. Let them never be Stupid Girls.”— J.K. Rowling (via intothepensieve)(via anescapedfish) (via arthurdarvill) (via planetofthevistas) (via zoobaby) (via homemadedarkmark) (via lamerisbetter) (via laurensucksattumblr) (via radicalselfacceptance) (via lipstick-feminists)
i’ve been avoiding talking about this, but i think it’s about time. the other day, i was having my cup of coffee upstairs in my bedroom as i was getting dressed for the day. i left the cup on the headboard of my bed which is just one long two-shelf bookshelf, right at the end because that’s pretty much where it’s the easiest to get as i putter around my room and the upstairs getting ready. my computer also happened to be on my bed, but about two or so feet away because i had been sitting with it at the end of my bed earlier that morning. at one point, i turned around and knocked the coffee cup and it basically flung across my bed, spilling and ruining my sheets and also splashing a bit on the keyboard of my mac. i paniced and instantly grabbed a t-shirt to clean it up, but it was no use. it wouldn’t turn on again and it hasn’t turned back on since. i can’t tell you how many times i’ve had mini-panic attacks about it and crying fits. i know it’s ruined and i’ve talked to both apple and small dog electronics in burlington over the phone and in person. my mac definitely has multi-system damage, despite my best efforts to let it dry and to try and get it fixed.
the whole ordeal has basically just made me feel like an irresponsible twat, like someone who doesn’t take care of her things properly and has no respect for something so expensive and valuable. it’s not about not having my mac and being a whiney baby because i can’t play with photobooth or my computer like i usually do. it’s about ruining something really valuable that cost a shit ton of money all because i’m a clutz with a caffeine addiction. i’m starting to come to terms with the fact that it was an accident and accidents do happen to everyone. this is the first time something like this has happened to me. normally, i am super careful with the things i own and take care of everything the way i’m supposed to. the computer was a graduation gift from my parents so this stings a little more because it was from them, but there’s not much i can do. they aren’t upset with me or anything. really it’s just been me getting myself down about it, but it’s starting to get better.
my best option right now is to go through my parent’s homeowner’s insurance policy. the repairs will probably cost well over $900, according to small dog electronics over in burlington, and it might even be in my best interest to just get a whole new computer. my warranty through apple will not cover accidental water damage, but several people have told me that homeowners insurance could potentially cover it depending on what policy my parents have. we’re making the call to the insurance guy tomorrow to see what’s what and i’m hoping for the best. if it turns out the computer is not covered, then i’m stuck with my old dell for a long, long, longggg time.
and that’s my story. that’s why i’ve been feeling mehhh for the last few days. it’s been a lesson well learned, though. i just wish that i could have learned it on something else like my digital alarm clock or my VCR.