It's been another 2 years- about time for a new entry

I'm living by the rule of only publishing in even-numbered years. I've been microblogging on Facebook via status updates on life in NYC/SF/LA and impending/new mom-hood.

Friends have suggested publishing a collection of my family's sayings... maybe I should begin aggregating the FB posts here.

I've figured out how to feed the baby and type at the same time- how to move her to the swing to pump is another story.

Survived the early evening explosive poop storm and am prepping for an interview tomorrow. It would be good to see colleagues face-to-face on a regular basis. I'm sure my parents would be grateful not to spend hours a day with me too.

I'm BAAAAACCCCK!!!

I haven't blogged for quite a while- I was pushing all that energy toward a half hour of  daily writing exercises. Offline, because I didn't think they'd be of interest to anyone else. But there's more to life than what I'm writing for my own little self...

On Friday, Karen, Vicke, Heather and I went to see Ingrid Jungermann's show, Brawdeville. Brawdville's a women's collective- not all of them are lesbian- who do performance art. Some serious, some hilarious. They used a tiny 5x10 stage to sing, dance and act parodies of "I love rock and roll" about Evian water, Andy Warhol and celebrity loving consumers drinking Coke to be more like their idols, a needy, increasingly psychotic ex calling her boyfriend, and much more. More than a few great belly laughs, esp. for the "Bloggers Club," where a bunch of elderly ladies gather to read a Billyburg hipster's entries about getting smashed as if it was gold.

re: Nov 29 post

Last night I got a health insurance reimbursement check. This morning I was reading the NYT Neediest Cases article today about a couple, earning very little money and struggling with major health problems. The article talked about how they married even though they both had very little money because they loved each other.

I thought again about how I -mistakenly- took the practical but not very heartfelt advice of my friend who urged me to partially evaluate the girl I was dating on the basis of how much she earned. The really loving thing to do would have been to hold her close to my heart and know that she was financially independent, so the actual number was really unimportant so we could work it out, right?

I sent a hefty donation and explained that I was making amends for judging her so harshly and wrongly, and because I realized how much I had in comparison to the couple I read about. May I continue to be grateful for what I have and use it for the highest possible good, instead of begrudging others for what I don't have.