Goddess Musings
Musings of a baseball loving feminist in Chicago
Wednesday, April 30, 2003
more crushing

So last night was a school night, thus I had to tape "Buffy" and watch it when I got home. By the time I got into it, it was about 9:45...yes, that means that I'd miss my dear Jon for the night. I mentioned it to the hubby. After Buffy was over at 10:25, I flipped to Jon to watch him for a second.

*fast forward to 11:15*

The hubby asks me, "So what's with you & Jon Stewart? You get this look in your eye." I laughed so hard, I swore Paris could have popped out. I retorted, "What? Can't I adore a cute Jewish man with a knack for sarcasm?" Hubby just rolled his eyes and that was that. *giggle*
Tuesday, April 29, 2003
Crushing

Have I mentioned how much of a crush I have on Jon Stewart? Last night he proved to me, once again, why he is the man of my dreams. They show repeats of the "Daily Show" at 5:30 PM ET/PT, so catch it today, if you can.

So what did my hunk of a man do? Well he moderated a debate between Pres. George W. Bush & Gov. George W. Bush. He asked questions like, "Do you think we should go into countries that we don't like and nation-build?" Of course, I've read the quotes from Gov. Bush about how we need to be humble on the international court, but seeing the video is something else. I guess a lot of people in the audience had never heard of those sort of quotes - you could hear gasping. Serious gasping. I think I have to start taping his shows, just to keep the good parts. But it's all good...he's sooooo good. So good that The Nation wrote about him. *swoon*

Anyone know if Tiger Beat has a poster of him yet?
What will it take now for the WNBA to turn a profit and the women to make decent salaries?

I don't know why the media is so eager to put the nail in the WNBA coffin. As this article points out, the entire payroll & cost of running the WNBA can fit inside rookie LeBron James' pocketbook. The boy can afford to pay every player, people! The media likes to gawk at how NBA owners cry about their losses. Well, if they are willing to pony up $14 million a player, I think an average $1million loss to each owner is well, nothing to cry about. Yes, there are 14 WNBA teams and thus each cost the league $1 a piece.

Commissioner Stern is right to point out that it took the NBA 25 years to reach the 'pathetic level of attendance' that the WNBA plays in front of. Yeah, that was my sarcasm, not anyone's direct quote.

I do think and have total faith that by the time Paris is in high school, the WNBA will be such an event that Paris & its friends will laugh at us for questioning the WNBA's success. If something doesn't have testosterone, boobs, or beer in it, it doesn't fly very quickly in our society. So why doesn't the media go fuck off or write up a nice piece on some of the rising stars. Instead they write pieces trying to hurry the burial of the WNBA and suck on the cocks of Michael Jordan (MJ, want an MJ?), high school kids, and other over-hyped men playing a boys game. If newspapers & media outlets gave half or hell, 1/4 of the energy to hyping WNBA players, the outcomes just might be getting better.

I'm just plain tired of this crap. Women need to succeed right out of the gate. Men like Grant Hill can sit on a bench for years and years, not playing even close to his potential and well, no one really cares. ARGH!!
Monday, April 28, 2003
Let's hear it for the moderate Republicans!

Voinovich Stands Firm Vs. Bush Tax Cuts

When I was younger, economics scared me to death. I avoided it in high school, opting for the home economics course (cooking scared me less than econ, go figure). I avoided it in college. I had to take it in grad school. I barely missed an A.

The more & more I get involved in political debate, the more & more I realize that being scared of economics is a hinderance. I can't tell up from down on some issues. So I think that my first goal after school is over is to read up on economics, especially feminist economics. I've run into a lot of good sources, but I just don't have the time. I figure that'll make good beach reading material.
Sunday, April 27, 2003
It's a rollercoaster...

I miss rollercoasters. I don't go on them much, but I love them. The nephew asked a few weeks ago if I could go on one with him. I guess he figured that since he can't jump on me, that I can't do rollercoasters either. Sadly, I had to tell him no, not until the baby is born. He looked bummed. Tell me about it, kid.

Instead, I get to ride my own personal one. High emotions over working on turning my cluddered office into a sweet looking baby room. Thanks to Cinnamon & the hubby's friend, Dan, we have a crib & dresser in the room. Cinnamon also finished the curtain for the baby's closet. High emotions like Friday night - after the hubby cancelled on me (he's a little under the weather), Cinnamon got to be my last minute date to Dar. Dar was amazing, as usual. Ever her cute self! Making me cry at her songs (Iowa, The Babysitter, & After All) and laughing at her stories. Afterwards, Cinnamon & I met up with lizzieb for treats. She was a hoot to finally meet. She also said that she'd find a way to drag me to a Sox game later this summer. I think I shocked her when I said sure. Heck, the hubby's a Sox fan and has taken me to a game (or zillion) already. Spending time with a kewl chica like lizzeb is worth having to enter Sox Park. I am safer in my seats than on the field, right? ;-)

The low emotions...staring at my growing belly and thinking, my mom is missing all of this. A grrl really should have her mom with her during this time and I always thought I would. Even her flying in & out once every couple months would have satisfied me. But no, she's stuck in NC with a leg so sickened by diabetes it most likely will be amputated before I get to see her again. She sits at home in a depressed state, lying to me when I call & ask how she's doing. My sisters are emotionally cut off from me because of this as well. Even my father, who at first couldn't be happier, is shutting down on me after I read them all the riot act about lying to me. Well, fuck 'em is what I say. But in reality, I just cry.

I'm a trooper thou. I act like the emotionally stable daughter on the phone - I gotta be strong for my mom, right? I mean, the horror of me being selfish and telling my mom all of this would send my dad off a cliff. So I refocus on the high emotions...

The high I get while doing yoga - why didn't anyone tell me that before?
The high of watching the baby's face pop up on the ultrasound screen. (pics later & over at paris' crib)
The high of seeing Cinnamon's face light up when she felt Paris dancing to Dar.
The high of listening to the hubby read & talk to Paris.
The high of anticipation of Paris.
The high of imaging my life with Paris.
The high of graduation.

There are too many highs to let myself get too sad.

At least that's what I tell myself.


Please excuse the self-pity post.
Friday, April 25, 2003
smooochies

I guess there's a big love in going on today. Of course, I just got in the office an hour ago, have a ton to do, won't be near my computer for very long, and then there's DAR WILLIAMS tonight! Woot!!

So instead of leaving this lil bit-o-love in each of your blogs today, I'm leaving it here. Sorry. But spread the love, my dears. And this is a quick list. If I had more time, I'd tell you a lot more about why I love you and love reading you.

A run down on those I read (in order of my blogroll):
liz: love that I get to meet her tonight!
gina: too cute in that geeky science nrrd way
christian: he loves the cubs...what else can i say?
dkitty: her energy is too contagious.
cinnamon: what's not to love? seriously.
ericalynn: writes with such passion & love.
dru: a radical mama...a role model for me.
heather: makes cute lil soaps!
grey bird: love that i always seem to feel like i'm in a lesbian soap opera, with happy results!
andrew: he's always been my fave nerdy high school bud.
muffy: her mouth! never thought that so many swear words could come outta a mouth at once. love it!!
rev9: can't explain how cute and pissy she can be, all at once. if she's leading the revolution, i'm in!
kerri: anger put to great use. is it the east coast that does that to grrls?
tart: love that i can almost hear her giggle when she blogs.
dawn: a familiar name in my midwife's waiting room. ;)
deborah: despite some rough times, this woman knows how to love.
tracy: my inspiration to blog.
rachel: my inspiration to be more martha stewart, without the stocks.
april: love all her ideas and willingness to get them done.

others not on the blogroll (don't ask me why):
mer: love that she's addicted to swapping CDs.
susannah: fave aspiring law student & baseball fan.
annie: spunky!
kim: her fighting spirit
serenitee: for her ability to stand up & be a proud anti-war feminist on a military base. look up courage, her pic should be there.
kira: fellow latina who adores all around her.

So basically the thing is that I love you all for your ability to face your challenges and I can still see all your love ooze out of your blogs. I'm not attracted to mean, hating, or always grumpy people. I need people who have a glimmer in their eyes, a spring in their step, and willing to dance in the rain with me.

Have a great weekend! A review of Dar may be up tomorrow. Busy, busy!
Your Dixie Chicks Update

The Dixie Chicks are baring their bodies and their souls over their anti-war stance.



I love how the press is really dumb. In a lot of stories about them lately, the press states that despite their anti-war stand, most of their concert shows are sold out. Well, duh! The concerts went on sale about 2 weeks before Natalie spoke out on the war. Some idiots who are now bashing the Dixie Chicks ripped up their tickets. I woulda just sold them to a ticket broker or on Ebay. Anyone in Chicago pissed at them? Give *me* your tickets! ;-)
Wednesday, April 23, 2003
Lookie...

Who else got herself knocked up? zen-lunatic.com Anathea's calling her lil one, Sprout. I love it!
Society for the Preservation of Clue

Ooo...I've got a new right-wing admirer! He even called me cute! Or is this page cute? Hmmm...But he did call me a stereotype. *shrug* My offenses?

* liberal feminist: Usually guys call me radical. Am I losing my edge? Help!
* I fly a peace flag: What's wrong with that? Doesn't Dubya also speak of peace?
* I worry about poor innocent Iraqi children: I just thought that if we're there to liberate them, that was about worrying about them. If we didn't care, we wouldn't be there, right?
* I care about dolphins: Well, yeah...who couldn't love them? All they do is play, eat, and have sex. Sign me up in my next life!

But thanks for the nod, I really do appreciate it. Especially since I've gotten quite a bit of hits from him already. I do love it when I get (usually) guys from the other side of the political spectrum. I just can't stand it when they make assumptions about ME. So enjoy your visit here, feel free to make comments, and be nice.
Divested

I decided that I know that I'll never remember to sell all my stocks before May 1, so I did it this morning. Sorry if I sent your stock tumbling, but I guess all of our stocks will crash on the 1st.
Look who's back!

we have brains

You've had a vacation from our thought-provoking questions, but hang on for round II.

Dang, that means I got start thinking again...*thinkthink*
Tuesday, April 22, 2003
I warned you!

Just hung up on a very rude daddy calling complaining that his daughter can't get into a class. argh!

later.
Stand Back

This is one of those days where anything will set me off. My students are driving me insane...it's not totally their fault, we don't have enough classes for them all. But their insistance on only taking X and not even looking at Y is driving me bonkers. In my whole academic career, I always was willing to bend. If my desired course was closed, I just picked another one. These students seem to only know how to whine and not problem solve. *sigh* It only makes it harder to advocate for them.

The hubby is on the brink of a mental breakdown. Seriously. And I can't stop it. I'm trying, but he just ignores me. He's up to his eyeballs in local school council crap, crappy job, and our future in crappy diapers. I don't remember him ever being this busy in his life. I think he's not that use to it. This is the first time in his life where he's had to rely on his calendar! It's taking a toll on the poor guy. Add all the stress of having a baby and BAM! insane hubby. He sees his weekdays full and most of his weekends full as well. He's just overwhelmed. AND he doesn't know how to deal with it. Me, I get overwhelmed a lot, but I know to kick back and ignore it for just a small amount of time and then get back on the horse. I wish I knew how to make him just relax. I know that he falls asleep thining and planning and wakes up thinking and planning.

So...I'm plotting a night away from the apartment. Stay at a hotel. Kidnap him, if you will. Hopefully that will help a lil bit. If not, I may have to resort to tying him up and locking him in the bedroom for a few days without a phone.
Monday, April 21, 2003
Mentally ill `have no place to go'

Welcome to American democracy!

So the Iraqi mentally ill have no place to go? Do they wander the streets? Beg for food? Living in shacks? Live on the street? No drugs? No therapy?

Welcome to the American & British way!

Perhaps the coalition forces will just build a brand-new jail to house all the mentally ill in. Hey it works for the U S of A right?

I know we're not perfect and no country is. But I feel its just a shame that so many of our flaws out on parade in Iraq. We protect the oil fields and ignore museums. We allow looters to carry off much needed medical supplies. We cluster bomb areas where people live, but we'll clean it up later. Of course, later is after children playing are harmed. Even if the ultimate goal isn't oil, we sure are acting like it.
Girls Night Out

Friday I was spoiled by Cinnamon on our girls night out. We met at Rhapsody for a yummy dinner. Before hand we exchanged Buffy tapes and I gave her copies of pics that the hubby snapped the night we met Dar Williams. In turn, Cinnamon gave me a cute lil handbook for first time mommies. It's illustrated with the same type of cartoons that the Dept of Homeland Defense uses. How funny! She also gave Paris a lil t-shirt that says PANDA. Aw.....

After a yummy dinner, we headed upstairs to catch Medeski, Martin, and Wood, a weird jazz group. Before the show started we read their bio in the program and it says they've played with Beck and other kewl alt groups & singers. As Cinnamon said, "How'd we miss this?"

I dunno, but MMW aren't to be missed. You can sample their music on their website and it really is just a sample. They love to jam and in their almost 2 hours of playing, I don't think they all stopped at once. 2 straight hours of really nifty, modern/post-modern(?) jazz.

After upping my kewl factor, we headed back to Rhapsody for a dessert to die for. It was getting late, so instead of calling on the boys to pick us up, we jumped in a cab.

Now, Cinnamon was a dear. She wouldn't even let me buy her dessert! I came home all relaxed and told the hubby it was better than a birthday. And it was. Thanks Cinnamon!
It's all her fault

She's like a drug dealer. First she sends me old copies of "Hip Mama" and then copies of her zine. Then copies of other zines she thinks I'll love. Know what? I do.

Then I see Dawn hawking a new site full of zines. And mama zines to boot! I'm hooked! I even bought a copy of a friend's zine without blinking. It was ok. Not the same flavor that Kerri supplies me with. See...I can't get my zine kick without going thru my zine dealer.

Someone stop me before I start my own!
Sunday, April 20, 2003
Happy Easter

Today is easter and so you should all go out and eat lots of chocolate, jelly beans, and those weird fluffy candies. I don't care if you don't believe in Jesus...I really don't either. I celebrate the great Bunny coming & leaving me sugary goodness. Too bad she got lost on her way over here. Musta been all the sugary goodness I've already eaten. Maybe I should have left carrots out.

I did use to do that as a kid - leave carrots out for the Easter Bunny. I was just a wacky kid.

The inlaws are coming up. This year, no cooking for me. We're going out to eat. Yum! Althou, we are going for Mexican food, so no Easter brunch for me. No eggs, no waffles, no tiny desserts. *shrug* Have a great day all and let's try to be quiet tomorrow as we all wake up with sugar-hangovers.
Friday, April 18, 2003
Dar Williams

So I found on Launch a link to view 2 Dar videos. I have to say that seeing her in a video is quite odd. Videos are just so fake and to see her acting out a song is well, odd. Maybe cause I've never seen her in video before and seen her on stage much more. She's still as cute as a button in them. "As Cool As I Am" is quite a cheesy lil video. The best parts are when she's just singing to the camera.

T-minus one week until her concert. I can't wait!
Penis-Numbing Condom Planned

Do men really need this much help in the sex department?
Alrighty...

Is there no end to the political & business ties of this administration? Put it on your calendars folks, for the 2008 election, the hubby will be 36 years old. So far, he has no ties to anyone big. He has no ties to oil men, power companies (he interviewed for a job, but was turned down), or big players. And if he does, he's not a big enough player to affect much. Not a slam on my sweetie, but it's a reality. 2012 election, I will be 38. I bet that by then, I will have no real ties to power-hungry corporate types. I'll be a clean chica in the business sense.

So that brings us to 2004, the next election (it's still on, right?). Who out there is clean of business grime? Clean of the crap that we have lived thru the past 2 years with Condi-the oil tanker, Dick-the Hallibuddy, and Donnie-the dealmaker? Sure, every President has its trash, but does it have to be so gawd damn blatant? Does it have to be so *shudder* gross?
My name is Roni & I'm a school-a-holic

So you've been here before and read about how tired I am of school. How I can't wait until it's over. That I'm so damn happy. Well I am.

BUT...the listings for what is being offered for the summer & the fall came out and hot damn if there aren't like 4 classes that I'd love to take. I'm fucking addicted to school. How did this happen?

Was it the approving nod I'd get from my mom? Was it all the cute boys in class? Their stunned look when I'd whip their ass in math class? The stunned feeling when HE'D whip my ass in math class? The late night studying? The cramming? ack! I'm a S/M schoolaholic.

It's not good for someone like me to work in an educational setting, especially when they pay for whatever class I want. It's like putting a chain smoker to work at a cig outlet mall and paying her with cigs! It's too much!

I know that I need to take at least 2-3 years off of the education merry-go-round before attempting to look into PhD programs. But I still can't stop from thinking, hmmm...where should I go? *smack*

I'm a sad lil girl with an illness that not even an exorcism can cure. Hmmm..maybe I can trick a city college into letting me teach something. Me grading others...I dunno if that's enough torture for me.
Thursday, April 17, 2003
CNN Blames Human Error for Obit Mistake

Oops!

In the time of the WWW, we really shouldn't be all that shocked when stuff like this happens. People do have to be prepared and if shit happens, it happens. The Smoking Gun has a mock-up of what the CNN obits will look like. They all look very nice. I can't wait to read some of them. *snicker* The fact that the obits all have everyone dead in 2001, no one should have taken them that seriously. Must be a slow news day. I guess it's not like we're at war, rebuilding two nations, setting the stage for at least 3 other wars, economy in the crapper, or anything like that, eh?
Bush Cultural Advisers Quit Over Iraq Museum Theft

I'd be happier if I thought their actions would make an ounce of difference. Me thinks that the administration will shrug, take their work IDs, escort them out, and signal for someone else to sit in their spot. They don't care. We didn't even send troops to protect hospitals from being looted. For fucking gawds sake, if you're going to bomb the people you are liberating, you gotta save the fucking hospitals!

Speaking of hospitals...yesterday the Sun-Times' cover story was on a doctor who is going to Iraq to help out. The funny thing is that Kat & I saw a story on him on CBS Monday night. He was talking about his experience at Cook County Hospital and how the fact that Iraqi hospitals don't have beds won't be too much of a shock for him, BECAUSE he worked at County. How's that for a good PR moment for County? Kat just laughed and asked if it was true. I shrugged and said, pretty much so. Of course, that didn't help in my futile efforts to convince her to come to Chicago for med school.
Have you ever....

* Tried to play catch-up on Kerri's blog? I suggest that you not try. It's too hard. The grrl writes too much, too deep, and too often for a human being to catch-up after 4 days. Which is why when I am online, I check in often. The grrl is a goddess.

* sworn that you cleaned your ears only to find sand in them 2 days & 3 showers after you left the beach? I just did.

* eaten so much easter candy that you can't get to sleep? Last night - malted chocolate eggs. *drool*
Wednesday, April 16, 2003
Signs

Kat & I talked a lot about signs this weekend. Specifically signs of the apocalypse:

1) Cubs are now in first place.
2) Randy Johnson, Greg Maddux, Tom Glavine, and even Curt Schilling are off to terrible starts.
3) Kansas City started out 9-0 and are now 11-1.
4) Montreal/San Juan Expos kicked the Mets ass.
5) Arizona is 3-11.

I'll add a personal sign. 4 days of Cubs being at home, 2 were beautiful days and we didn't go to one. Not one! Are we sick? Are we losing faith? Nah...just poor & lazy. Plus neither of us expected Monday night to be as beautiful as it was. Instead, we ate outside for the first time this year. It was fab!

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Long time, no blog!

I really didn't think I could go 4 days without blogging, but I managed. It helps when you're running around the Chi-town area and when you get home all you wanna do is sleep. Kat got home nice & safe last night. The weird thing about her flying to see me is that she usually makes to back to Kansas City before we get back from Midway. Well, time wise anyway. She also hates going thru Midway since KC's airport is like a bus stop, much like Midway in the good old days. Now she's usually gotta walk 30 mins just to get to her gate. Hey, I gotta do it when I go see her, so all's fair I guess.

Here's the low-down:
Saturday: Gurnee Mills & a quick stop in Wisconsin. Kat had never been there, so we just drove in and out. Got me some new mommy-to-be clothes.
Sunday: Recovered from Saturday, watched Cubs on TV, ate Lou's pizza.
Monday: Kat saw another friend while I went to class, ate at the Zephyr Cafe.
Tuesday: Slept late, hit beach, brought home half the beach, then she left me.

I almost phoned in my blog from the beach, but the winds were so damn high and it hurt! But it did feel great to be sitting out on the beach letting the sun warm me all over. I even lifted my shirt up so that Paris could get some sun.

Can't say that I'm glad to be back at work. But it's not as beautiful of a day as it was yesterday, so not like I'd be back at the beach.

Now to catch up on all of you!

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Update on the Hall

Author Roger Kahn has cancelled his appearance at the Hall of Fame because their decision to cancell the Bull Durham event.

More and more, baseball becomes more of something just between the lines to me. I've never been a stathead and I never will be. Now the HoF is losing its glimmer. This is still going on. ack!
Had to be something

to ruin a prefectly beautiful day...somewhere between my lunch meeting and the campus bus, I lost my watch. You know, it took me FOREVER to finally find one that I liked and now it's gone. It always had a rare ability to just fall off my arm, usually when I'm digging for something in my purse. *sigh* It's the clasp that was never 100%. Somehow I knew this day would come. Well I guess it gives me a good reason to buy a new one.

Also, an update on my mom. She's been in the hopsital for a little more than a week getting tests done and such. She's feeling better, but the doctors have exhusted all they can really do. So it's looking more & more like an amputation is in the future. She's not ready for it, so she's asked the docs to keep trying to save her leg. I'm preparing myself for the day when she does decide to go ahead with it. I fear that it's just a matter of time - or a miracle can happen. I know I need to prepare myself and to be strong for her. But as long as she's on this earth, I'm happy. I know if it was my leg, I'd be fighting like mad too. But I really can picture her strolling down the mall with Paris in one of those scooters. Watch out! :-)
woo-fucking-hoo!

Hmmm..didn't I just use that title? *shrug*

Happy Friday everyone! It's sunny out, fairly warm - any day that I don't have to squeeze my growing tummy into a too small coat is a good day to me - and Kat's arriving in just over 8 hours. The weekend is starting!

Of course that's after a full day of students and a monthly meeting. I guess it's my price for taking Monday & Tuesday off. So since Kat will be in town until Tuesday, I doubt I'll be posting until Wednesday. We'll see.

Hope that you all have a fabu weekend and if it's sunny where you are, get outside and enjoy it. If it gets warm enough, Kat & I might take in a Cubs game. Last time I took her to one, we had to huddle under 2 blankets!

Can you tell that I'm just a little jazzed for this weekend? With all the crap that's going on in my life, the overload of coursework, I could use some time with Kat & the hubby just hanging out. Then next Friday Cinnamon's taking me out for a girls night. woo!

OK, back to work.

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Thursday, April 10, 2003
Baseball & the War

Thanks to The Cub Reporter for pointing me to a nice rant from Futility Infielder on the Hall of Fame's decision to cancel a 15th anniversary celebration of Bill Durham due to Tim Robbins' and Susan Sarandon's anti-war stance. You know, I go to baseball games to get away from the real world.

gah!

btw - there are my cubbies! losing in an ugly fashion. double gah!
BlogShares - Top 100 Players

I think I'm starting to get obsessed. I now check on the state of my two blogs. Paris went down a lot today, I believe due to the fact that someone bought 1000 shares. My personal portfolio is up to $9,222.16! WOW! It keeps going up...but I keep falling lower & lower in the rankings. Someones are really raking it in. Plus I know in the rules there's a bot or two playing just to make it interesting. Hmmph!
Do you really need balls to play?

Today is the first day of the annual event we call AUGUSTA. As you all know, one Martha Burk has spearheaded a campaign to get Augusta to let in women as members. Here's a press release from NOW confiming the organizational support of Martha Burk & the National Council of Women's Organizations' campaign.

I also personally support this campaign. I also understand that it's quite confusing to the average person outside the movement or even someone well tuned to the movement, why this is important. On the surface, we look like we're just fighting for uber-rich white women's rights. And well, you're right. But it's not just that.

"In a survey last year of corporate executives who play golf, 43% of men but 63% of women said their "biggest business or sales deal was made while playing golf." And a similarly wider margin of women than men believe that "the way a person plays golf is very similar to how he/she conducts their business affairs." What does this say about the corporate leaders who are happy to discriminate against women on the links?" ~ from the NOW press release.

I think that all feminists who want to see the end to glass ceilings, glass walls, and finally get pay equity. I ask, if one key needed to climb the corporate ladder at Harvard, Motorola, Prudential, or IBM (all companies who have members at Augusta) is a key to a uber-fab golf course, then isn't keeping women out of Augusta hurting not just their ego & golf game, but also their career path? What kind of difference is it to stroll up to a co-worker, a client, or a potential employee and say:

a) What to join me at Augusta for a round of golf & dinner for the weekend? Bring the family, there are things for them to do too!

or

b) I'd like to discuss our partnership over a round of golf next week. Have you ever been to Augusta? Well, our CEO is a member and can get us in. So let me ask him and I'll get back to you.

Yes, this issue is an issue for the elite, but even the elite need freedom from discrimination. We never know when we might become that elite. Just as we never know when we might be that woman eeking thru life on welfare & food stamps, we must also fight for them. Middle class, working class, upper class, lower class - we're all women and as feminists, we have to stick together.

Martha Burk has been rallying the troops for years. I've met her on a few occasions and she's a terrific woman. She has been quoted lately that she'd kill for this kind of publicity when fighting for abortion rights, welfare, or anything else someone thinks a feisty feminist should be working on. When someone asks if Martha Burk should be working on something more important, ask why the media won't cover those more important things.
Wednesday, April 09, 2003
Thumper

More and more women are being profiled in this war. It's really weird to me. On one hand, I think it's sending a message that women can be on the front lines of a war and OTOH, stories about PCF Lynch seem to really focus on her femininity. But even that's not that terrible. I'm far from the lil feminist I was in grade school who refused to wear dresses or anything pink for fear that someone wouldn't take me seriously as a non-girly girl. In fact, I think it's pretty neat to see women who are stereotypically pretty and can kick some major ass in this war.

I do fear that it might be taken too far. Once the war is over will Hugh & his herd of bunnies be knocking on PFC Lynch's door? Will we never see or hear of Army Spc. Shoshana Johnson again? And with all the hoopla over the greatness that women accomplished, will the fact that PFC Lynch & Johnson could have been raped be passed over for snazzy looking magazine covers & made-for-TV-movies? The fear of rape isn't just for our fighting girls, but also for the Iraqi women.

I know I kinda babbled, but women in the military isn't just about rah-rahing them as they bomb the shit outta a country nor is it smiling pretty for the camera. It actually could be both and then some. It'll be interesting to sit back and watch how all of this unfolds. All I do know is that from here on out, there's no turning back for women in the military. We've let them fly combat missions, we can't ground them using ancient stereotypes. Althou I oppose war, I do support my boys & girls in uniform. I do hope we can bring them all home soon & safely.
Woo-hoo!

First, congrats to UCONN for winning the NCAA tourney. Ain't she just the cutest? And with the sweetest shot, this sorta-basketball fan has seen.

Then today, my Cubbies kept on rolling. Mark Prior threw a shut-out, struck out 12 and hit in one run! Whatta guy. He's pretty cute as well.
Oh Canada!

I don't know all the words, but I think I know enough to mumble along. Isn't it funny how we learn things? I learned the Canadian National Anthem from years of baseball. I have the radio on right now and they just finished both anthems. Beauty...simple beauty. Yeah, I have qualms with our anthem, but it still makes me sing.

GO CUBS!

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A message from
Roni, Homeland Security Director

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ALERT LEVEL: Yellow
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I have just concluded a conference call with the nation's goddesses to let them know what I'm about to share with the people of Blogland. I might add, I also wanted to commend them for their work in improving and strengthening homeland security since Server Down. We've been in frequent communication with the goddesses and I think their work to date has reflected the kind of relationship between the federal and the state and local government that we need to make a permanent part of our homeland security defense.

Over the last several days, our Dept. of Blogland Defense and Dept. of Education have seen an increased volume and level of activity involving entries of terrorist attacks. The information we have does not point to any specific target either in Blogland or abroad, and it does not outline any specific type of attack. However, the analysts who review this information believe the quantity and level of entries are above the norm and have reached a threshold where we should once again place the public on general alert, just as we have done on two previous occasions since Server Down.

During hisher address on homeland security, Hilary Clinton promised the people of Blogland that when we have evidence of credible entries we will issue appropriate alerts. That is exactly what we are doing here today.

Hilary Clinton also reminded all of us that a terrorism alert is not a signal to stop your life, it is a call to be pissed off, to know that your government is on high alert and to add your eyes and your ears to our efforts to find and stop trolls.

Our government is taking precautions. This afternoon the Grey Panthers is issuing a terrorist threat advisory update to all Girl Scouts across the country through the National Law Enforcement Telecommunications System. All Girl Scouts have been instructed to stay on the highest alert and to immediately notify the Grey Panthers of any unusual or suspicious activity.

The entries we are picking up are very generic. They warn of more attacks, but are not specific about where or what type. It could be a hacking, or a smoking, or even a refusing to buy cookies. We do know that the next several weeks, which bring Solstice and important religious observances in other faiths, have been times when trolls have planned attacks in the past.

One example is December of 1999. Authorities in USA, Mexico and Canada uncovered and prevented plans for a series of attacks related to invention of the internet. Those plans were thwarted when intelligence learned about them and law enforcement arrested the suspected trolls.

Now, obviously, the further removed we get from Server Down, I think the natural tendency is to let down our guard. Unfortunately, we cannot do that.

We are a nation at war. We are the targets of trolls who have demonstrated they have no remorse about killing thousands of innocent bloggers. The government will continue to do everything we can to find and stop those who seek to harm us, but I believe we owe it to the people of Blogland to remind them that they must be pissed off as well.

I also know the very first question the people of Blogland will ask -- "So, Roni, besides being pissed off, what else should my family and I do?"

The answer is you should report any suspicious activity or behavior to your goddesses and, perhaps as importantly, you should heed the words of Hilary Clinton who has called on all of us to rely on our good judgment and our common sense, and to continue to live in a spirit of courage and optimism and resolve to defeat the trolls.

I struck out a few things to make the reading easier and the obvious gender bias of a him as a world leader. go make one yourself & have fun!
Tuesday, April 08, 2003
Whew!

I'm finally done seeing all the students for the day. Registration for fall has started and so it's a mad house around here. Everyone needs THAT class and well, not everyone will get it. These are the days where I feel helpless and sneaky at the same time. Helpless since there's not much I can do, but sneaky cause what I can do is often about bending rules & such. Thankfully the administration has given us a lot of leeway for bending rules lately. One of the benefits of a budget crisis.

Now I can finally settle in, eat a snack, listen to my Cubs win their opening day game (we won!!), and get some homework in.

Hope you'all are having a great day despite the crappy weather.

ps: The baby pool is going crazy! Get in while you can!

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Are Teachers Overpaid?

"...it's wishful thinking to suppose that we can have good schools without paying teachers good salaries."

A pretty good & logical piece on what teachers make and why. I use to want to be a teacher, sometimes I still mull it over. I think the hubby would make a kick ass teacher. We're also both big education advocates and one might call him an activist. In June he's headed to DC to partake in an education conference AND take part in some sort of demonstration to attempt to get more money for local schools. Who would have ever thought MY hubby would be protesting in DC like that? Goes to show ya, you never know.

I dunno if I really could be a teacher. My former teachers think I'd kick ass - so to speak. But I think about having to deal with kids like that every day and I get queezy. Which is why teachers are on my pedestal of life. So rah! rah! for those of you like Kerri, Rachel, & Amy who teach or want to teach.
Monday, April 07, 2003
Paris Birthday Pool

In case you don't read Paris' blog (for shame! *giggle*), Tracy got the ball rolling on the pool. So click the link above & send in your pick.
Happy fucking Monday

7:50 am - I am at work far too early. There is far too much snow on the ground. Add to that some rain and we have an ugly ass day. I think the coldness shocked my lungs, as I feel tight all over. Too many layers of clothes, coat, scarf, ack! I think I ate too early as well. I can still feel breakfast in my tummy. Thankfully Paris is still sleeping & not kicking my waffles around.

7:51 am - taking a nap. Someone wake me when spring really arrives.

Cubs home opener off

7:58 am - I think I feel sick. Maybe I do need a nap. Nighty-night.

8:40 am - Have you ever tried to get some sleep on a slab of wood and your scarf? Well let me tell you, if you're tired enough, you'll fall right to sleep. I feel better now. *yawn*

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Saturday, April 05, 2003
Weird Dreams

I've mentioned before that my 10 year high school reunion is coming up. I got an email about it a month ago or so and it freaked me out. Not that I'm 10 years older than the last time I saw most of those people, but now it's the time where I feel like I have to come up with a good excuse NOT to see them. I clicked on Classmates.com yesterday to check out who recently signed up. I do like to see that. Well that lead me to have a dream about my high school reunion. At first, I was there and a lot of people were coming up to me and saying hi, they missed me, blahblah. Then I changed into another outfit after I realized that my snazzy top was TOTALLY see-thru. I thought it wasn't and the way it fit, I decided to go bra-less. So I was goin around hugging people with my breasts right there for all to see. NO one told me either. So what started out as a night evening turned into the horror that I expect in real life. Egads!

Perhaps it was also in my head cause I had lunch with Kevin. Actually Kevin made me lunch. He's such a good cook. I asked him if he was going. He said yes. I replied with my standard reason, 95% of the people from high school who I want to know about, I know about. There are a few who I'd love to get in contact again, but not at the risk of having to smile pretty for all the assholes I went to high school with. yeck! Thankfully I'll have a lil bundle of joy who needs its mommy 24/7 by the time the real reunion rolls around.

For awhile I was thinking that I wasn't at the point in my life where I want to see most of those people. I'm not skinny enough, not successful enough and then this morning in the shower (where I deconstruct all my dreams) I realized, damnit, my life is great. It's just that I don't want to see certain people. I'm glad that they are out of my life and I have no need to bring them back into it, even for one night. How's that for a Saturday morning rant?
Friday, April 04, 2003
Oh, shit...

Better watch who you sneeze by. George has ordered the quarantine of anyone with the mystery illness.

I'm all for containing this bug, but dontcha think it'll just keep some people from seeing the doc and possibly spreading this baby even more? Offer free health coverage for the treatment or hospital stay. What's he gonna do next, find an island to throw us all on?
BLOGGER

Anyone hear if Blogger is automatically pinging us? I usually do a manual ping, but this past week, I've noticed that Paris & Rachel's site are pinging back to blogrolling. I still manually ping cause I dunno what's going on. Odd things.
Excuse me while I shoot myself in the foot

I know that someone will ream me for even blogging about this, but I have to. Right now, my current reading is Killing the Black Body by Dorothy Roberts. I've only read the first chapter, but it's a haunting tale of how black women's bodies have been used against them since they arrived from Africa. First these women had no real control and were used like cattle to breed more slaves. After slavery was outlawed, black women found themselves at the short end of the birth control debate. White eugenicists in essence said that black women weren't good mothers. Now black women were targets to reduce their fertility.

Roberts points out that the roots of the eugenicist movement can be traced back to British troops slaughtering Africans in an effort to cleanse the continent. Eugenicists in the USA used it to force sterilize black women (and others). Eugenicists in Germany turned into Nazi Germany.

Back in undergrad, I had a classmate whose parents refused to let her learn about the Holocaust in her high school. They claimed that they didn't see it as any more important to highlight than the mass murders of Native Americans, the slave trade (and subsequent slave breeding), and other atrocities in recent history.

Now I run into this story about a new Holocaust musem being built in Chicago.

Don't get me wrong, I went to the one in DC and cried. I mourn the loss of life. But I'm starting to think, maybe my classmates parents have a point. Why do we put so much stock into the Holocaust AND at the same time ignore the loss of life (and freedom) that we & the UK put on Native Americans, Native Mexicans, Africans, and other groups? I'm not advocating that we shelf our copies of "Schindler's List" and stop teaching it.

When I was in 8th grade, I remember that our 'reward' for passing the Constitution test was to watch movies about the Holocaust for a week while those who didn't pass, studied and took the test again. A whole week on the Holocaust. When I'm sure we spent a day on the Trail of Tears (if that) and a day on slavery.

What's with this skewing of history? Why do we have to have just ONE group of people who seem to be THE VICTIMS of modern history?

Just a thought exercise for a Friday, when I know I should be focused on doing homework. See what my mind does in an effort to avoid real work?
Thursday, April 03, 2003
Dolphins & The Military

"This is the military. We should be amazed they're not using baby chicks."

*insert image of me rolling on the floor laughing*

Free the dolphins!
He Said, They Said, We said

First of all, yeah that we rescued a POW the other day.

Now...when the story first broke, if anyone else recalls, the story was that our forces went into the hospital in search of some guy they called "Dr. Poison Gas" or something like that. He was in charge of gassing the Kurds back in the "Saddam was our buddy days" late 1980s. They we found PFC Lynch and brought her out. Woo!

If you read the stories now, the administration is making it sound like we KNEW all along that she was there, we planned her rescue, blahblah.

We also heard that she was shot & stabbed. Now we hear from her dad that she wasn't.

Is this a problem with the press? Flip-flopping from the War Room? I hate to blame the press since it sounds like they are just puppets of the War Room aka unilateral journalists. I'd hate to really think that the administration is using PFC Lynch's ordeal to rally more flag-waving folks back here. But nowadays, you never can tell.
Win Some, Lose Most

So my Cubbies went down in defeat yesterday. It looked grim in the 1st inning. Yikes! As always, the salve on my wound is a loss on the South Side.
Wednesday, April 02, 2003
bloggers for peace

Thanks to Serenity for the link!

Thought to ponder...how is a girl supposed to print up a yellow ribbon when her yellow ink is gone? egads! Heaven forbid I ask computer dude for a new ink cartridge. He'd give me the 3rd degree about it.
May the Force Be with You

And also with you. HA! I always say that. Must be some knee-jerk reaction to my Catholic upbringing. Anywho, in all the ooh-haa of my soap opera life, I forgot to mention that our women's football team creamed Detroit in the season/home/franchise opener! I had planned on being in St. Louis if you recall on Saturday so Saturday night when the hubby said, "Hey! Our women's team won!" I said "Shit!" But it was also damn cold out on Saturday and I guess it's for the best.

April 19th in the next home game and perhaps I'll go. Depends on the weather. This time of the year can be tricky on my asthma and with Paris, I gotta be careful.
Wellstone Action!

I know some of us still miss Paul & Sheila Wellstone. Now there's something you can do about it. Sign up to support the new Wellstone Action foundation. I hope that this will be the think tank/training ground that we really need. The Right have a lot of think tanks & training camps with a lot of money. So I'm very happy to see that the Wellstone sons will try to preserve their parents' name with this wonderful project.
Tuesday, April 01, 2003
Class & Feminism

How much do you think that class impacts on feminist issues? Does most research, in your opinion, concentrate on the middle class experience or does it look at the female experience? Can we separate the two? On a personal note, do you feel that as a feminist, your personal class background has impacted on the issues and problems you’ve chosen to address?

I think that class has a lot to do with all topics, sometimes moreso than race, feminism, or sexuality. The beginnings of the second wave of feminism focused a lot of middle class women, white middle class women and because of that, a lot of feminist orgs like NOW are still trying to pull in working class, non-white feminists. I think a lot of research nowadays tries its best to give us a glimpse at all class levels, but I really think that class is a whole other lens to look at things with.

How can you really compare the experiences of an uppper-class feminist who had great schooling, money to travel, and a head start in getting into a good college with a working-class feminist who had to fight for her education, never traveled, and worked really hard to get into a good college?

I hate playing the class card, but it comes outta me real easy - too easy. I tried to ignore it while in high school. Me being the ghetto chick in my flock of well-to-do friends. It got easier going to a working-class college. But I was just avoiding the issue.

As for class framing my feminist issues, I guess I do tend to lean towards working class issues like access to reproductive freedom, affirmative action, and educational equity. I'm also trying to get more informed on economics after years of dodging it.

In the end, class does matter. Who can jump in a van to hit Springfield for a day? A working class feminist or a professional? Who can spring $100 & 2 days off to hit the steps of the US Congress? Which feminist are we more likely to see travel cross country to a workshop? It's sad, but it does matter. There are some of us who can truly find a way and then there are those of us who can't. And some times we flip-flop.
Finally!

Damn blogger...I guess it's free. Oh, well.
Cubs Win! Cubs Win!

Not only that, but we're tied for first place! Woo-hoo!!

Yeah, laugh at me. Winning on Opening Day will most likely be the highlight of the season. The cherry on top is that the hated White Sox lost yesterday. Woo!! *giggle*

I really hate that they have a day off between Opening Day and the 2nd day. I can understand why - in case of rain or snow (in Baltimore's case). But how can you hype up a Cub fan like that and then have to wait for Wednesday to see what comes next? Too much foreplay! Shit, did I just say that?

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