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Cinderella and Cinderella
When I was a tween watching Headbangers Ball, I internalized the possibility that long-haired metal guys could infiltrate my daily life and save me from the tedium, save me from, say, school, or an arguing father. It seemed completely rational to me that Twisted Sister might show up to help convince my folks to let [...]
Thriftshopping… In My Closet, Part II
8. Buttons to Push Buttons. When I was a kid there was one phone in the in the house and it was in the kitchen. This phone had a ring so powerful you’d hear it from the basement, the attic and in any of the 4 top floor bedrooms. With four youngins in the household, [...]
Thriftshopping… In My Closet, Part I
Yesterday I cleaned out my storage closet. Re-discovering my lost treasures was so exciting. It was like I was at an estate sale of a woman with my exact taste and penchant for kitsch. Below is a list of some of my favorite unearthed treasures and the chain of thoughts they provoke. 1. Sunday gloves [...]
One in 8 Million: Reclaiming My Home
When I was a little girl poking around my father’s coin stash, the stray New York City Subway tokens always intrigued me. I remember the subway: the turnstiles like a bathtub faucet turned upright, a rotating propeller I could slip under easily; anyone could. And I remember the trains, arriving colorful and coated in bright [...]
Spring Cleaning Tidbits, Part II (Photo version)
The Valentina exhibit at the Museum of the City of New York. I’ve always found fashion to be the most trivial of the arts… but then again I’ve been wearing the same clothes and shoes for at least ten years. Had I been amongst New York’s high society in the 1940′s, I may of worn [...]
Multimodal. Sounds Kinky.
A picture is worth a thousand words.Below are some examples of multimodal literacy in its spectrum of utility. Howard Zinn’s A People’s History of American Empire is an example of how graphic novels are moving beyond entertainment and leisure reads to become tools for education and social action. Another notable political graphic novel is the [...]
The Path to Salvation: The Salvation Army
Denver, CO I am an avid thrifthunter. Apparently it was decided in the stars, as noted in Starsky and Cox’s Sextrology {Thee most spot-on description of the Libra woman I ever did read, including such accurate details as my shoe size}. I’ve traveled coast-to-coast collecting knick-knacks and thing-a-mybobs, often expeditioning solely for a thrift prospect. [...]
New Instruments
Yesterday the ferocious winds knocked out my internet service, rendering my hours after work and before bed rather useless. The e-errand list was long. I had to print an updated assignment timeline for this spring semester, type out class notes and print my reading skills log to update on the train; all the latest versions [...]
My First Etsy Order/A Characteristic Over-disclosure
As my sidebar over there annouces, I have an Etsy shoppe now. Though I am mostly selling my photography, I do have some vegan treats listed (as well as photographs of vegan treats). I sold my first batch of cookies today… to my mom! Of course, I couln’t really charge her so I guess it [...]
NY Resolution #1: Without music life would be a mistake. (Nietzsche)
2009 Resolution #1: Hear more new music. Fresh songs for fresh memories. I miss buying music. Music you can delicately pull from an lp sleeve, lay gently on a record player, wait the 2 seconds of cracklin’. I miss spending long hours in record shops. Those priorities, those discretionary funds. Today, without Joe giving me music, I’d [...]
Sad Songs Say So Much
My father used to blast sad songs from his basement office where he hunched over elaborate schooners and Fokker triplanes model kits. Many of these songs, later referred to as “dad songs” by my siblings, were holiday-themed and infused with regret and loneliness. Looking at the songs that I keep returning to in my own [...]
Social Medicine
When I was a kid I was confused by beer. I remember not understanding Strange Brew. I remember my parents taking me and my siblings to an Oktoberfest carnival, going down a tall and smooth plastic slide with my legs in a potato sack and hearing my Dad complain everyone around us was drunk. He [...]
