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A Fugitive Too Dull to Flee

I cry uncle. Or, as my son’s Dad would have us say, I yield to the merciless aggressor. Everything is horrible. The news has been overwhelming this week. The U.S. House of Representatives shamefully passed CISPA. Our local weather can be categorized as soul-crushing. My illness persists. I need to be transported. Mentally at least, if not physically.

Five things to divert my attention:

With yet more snow blanketing our region it seems like Spring will never come. We’ll just skip ahead, eventually, into summer. And summer of dresses. To that end I’ve been pinteresting dresses I would like to wear. Some day, when the weather cooperates. But that only induces more guilt about being brainwashed by our consumerist culture. I can’t win. And now more than ever I want off this rock. But all I’ve got is escapism. Elysium or Oblivion? Speaking of off of this rock and escapism…I also have access to watch the Lil Bub documentary in its entirety (the trailer posits that she is really an alien). I plan to tune out the rest of the world today and daydream about warmer and happier times.

Shop Warming Party / BBQ / Record Sale

Shaky Moral Bearings

Feeling pretty defeated today. My ongoing illness isn’t helping. Nor is the media coverage of global and national events. Boston wtf? The day of the bombings Patton Oswalt’s message provided a good boost. And it was curious that as the news of the tragedy was breaking it was through twitter, and not mainstream media, that people urged caution in an attempt to curb bad reporting and wild speculation. We still don’t know what happened. Just that it was awful. All we can do is react after the explosions, talk about the history of the Boston Marathon, about the people who watch marathons and the people who run in them.

I’m trying not to be too distracted by it, or to despair. Attempting to stumble along and find something pleasant to be distracted by instead. Five good things:

Saturday morning I’m looking forward to taking my son to a bar. To Icehouse MPLS, specifically, to enjoy the music of Dreamland Faces - pictured below - covering the composer Alec Wilder while old school cartoons are shown on a big screen. Should be fun, if my surly teen son is still into that sort of thing. We’ll see.

Dreamland Faces and friends

Let Go or Be Dragged

Mother Nature fights dirty. I was already feeling down about this endless winter but then I got kicked in the kidneys, so to speak. Been out of commission with a migraine that morphed into a nasty sinus infection. Still, I find this to be fairly helpful advice:

21 Tips to Keep Your Shit Together When You’re Depressed

Tangentially related…another really good read. How not to say the wrong thing - “It works in all kinds of crises – medical, legal, even existential. It’s the ‘Ring Theory’ of kvetching. The first rule is comfort in, dump out.”

Five good things for this gloomy Monday:

At work right now but heading to the doc later this morning. Hoping to get a Z-Pak to knock out this nasty business and return to my regularly scheduled programming.

Condominium

A Trip I Wouldn’t Want to Take Again

This morning I’ve read posts by various Food Bloggers Against Hunger.

No child should go hungry in America, yet 1 in 4 U.S. kids don’t know where their next meal will come from.

Food Bloggers Against Hunger was created in response to the new documentary from Participant Media, A Place at the Table. On April 8, 2013, food bloggers will donate their posts to raise awareness about the film, issues of hunger, and ask their readers to send letters to Congress to protect SNAP funding and make anti-hunger legislation a priority.

I’m reminded of one of the most anxiety inducing chapters of my life, not long after my son was born. New parenthood is scary enough but single parenting without a net is just plain terrifying. While pregnant my nesting instincts kicked into overdrive and I convinced myself that buying a house was A GOOD IDEA. But then struggled to cover my bills. The cost of daycare was more than my mortgage payment. I was already exhausted and stressed, just barely scraping by, when the bombshell hit. I lost my job when my son was nine months old. He’d had some medical problems (two surgeries before he turned one) so I needed to cover the monthly cost of COBRA, which was even greater than daycare. I quickly found temp work and that temp work led to a permanent position but it didn’t take long for my debt to spiral out of control. In a matter of months my car was repossessed and my home went into foreclosure. At the time it felt like everyone wanted a piece of me but I didn’t have enough money to cover the basics.

I was still breastfeeding my son when I experienced real hunger for the first time. My fridge and kitchen cupboards were empty. I had just covered our COBRA payment again, was a month or two behind on my mortgage payment, my savings account was empty and my checking account was seriously overdrafted and racking up fees. Overwhelming despair did battle with a powerful need to eat. And to produce milk so my son could nurse, and to get some solid foods for him to eat (a pretty new development at that time). Thankfully I was resourceful. The car hadn’t been repossessed yet and still had half a tank of gas. And I was armed with some useful knowledge. I knew where to go dumpster diving. I scored free baked goods (safely wrapped in layers of plastic) from the trash behind Breadsmith. I knew a place to pick up barely expired Naked juice. And I had friends who worked at local co-ops. That summer saw a number of power outages where all the perishables had to be thrown away. Those friends gave me the heads up so I could swoop in before the food went bad. I picked up a couple of grocery bags’ worth each time. And my saving grace was the Seward Cafe. Back then they still closed in the afternoon and would give away whatever cooked food they had leftover at the end of the day. For a few weeks I regularly lined up with strangers, with my baby on my hip, to load up on free beans and brown rice and kale at four in the afternoon. It was nerve wracking but I got by. I can’t imagine keeping that up for the long term. The intervening years haven’t been easy by any stretch. But we have avoided experiencing that sort of food insecurity again and my son - now a teenager - has thrived.

Let’s see if we can give other children that opportunity. Please join me in telling congress that Federal nutrition programs are crucial for hungry children. And watch the trailer for A Place at the Table. And consider other ways to help.

First Birthday

I Am a Raging River

Awful things happen all the time everywhere (like hey, another Exxon pipeline spill). But lately they have been happening adjacent to me. A good friend’s mother passed away. A good friend of some of my close friends, Elyse Stern, was struck and killed by a drunk driver who sped away and left her to die. Another bicyclist friend of friends survived a freaking Molotov cocktail attack on Minneapolis’ Midtown Greenway, in broad daylight. And Roger Ebert died.

I’ve been feeling pretty down this week so it is harder to come up with my usual five good things. But I’m going to do it anyway. Because it will make me feel better.

Five good things for this Friday:

Speaking of the guys at home…the boyfriend is all moved out of his old apartment, as of Monday morning. But definitely not all settled into mine (now ours). This is the first time I’ve attempted cohabitation since 2006. So far so good but we have a lot of work to do to de-clutter and get everything situated. I’m de-cluttering in other areas of my life too. Even just unsubscribing from the countless email lists I was receiving and trying to reduce other distractions as well. Going away up North to the solar barn home in Biwabik was the best thing ever. I kinda wish we were still there, where life is simpler.

me-parker

The Art of Tracing Steps

We took the boy to the movies Sunday. It was not Oz the Great or even Oz the Good. Totally Oz the Mediocre. Oz, who really could have been better. And wow does James Franco look permanently stoned, or what? After the fact we were thinking…maybe we should have sent my son in to the theater on his own while we caught a showing of something better, like Silver Linings Playbook, but that seems sort of sad. Not that he would have minded. Oh the joys of autism.

So this morning we have sunshine, which is making me feel a little better, but yesterday we woke up to more ENDLESS WINTER. With more snow days out in the suburbs (but not in our school district). I worked from home, because I can, and watched the snow coming down through the picture window while I cozied up on the couch with cats and my laptop. Then I read that BiteSquad food delivery has expanded to St Paul. Made me think about barricading myself in my home until the end of time and having all my meals delivered by BiteSquad. Or at least until this stupid winter finally ends. But no. We have places to go, people to see. And I enjoy cooking too much.

Recently I learned about some semi-local awesomeness. “The Nu Project’s Nude Photos Tell The Truth About Women’s Bodies” - a friend modeled for it a while ago. I missed out on the kickstarter but the book is still available for pre-order. Naturally I love the ideas behind it, of “Beauty in Every Body” and that we don’t all have to aspire to the nearly unattainable yet generic airbrushed stick thin beauty of the super models we see in mainstream media.

That’s also what drew me to Perfect Patrick’s Pretty Pretty Princess Pageant at the Turf Club.

Are you tired of being an ugly and stupid hairy man? Are you a female who has adopted an “alternative” or “punk” look as a way to shield your vulnerable side from a world of ugly and stupid hairy men?

Are you something else that just wants to wear a lot of make-up, fake jewels, then cover yourself in glitter, and drink $3 tallboys while “alternative” or “punk” bands delight and awe you?

So many photo ops and so much fun that night! I don’t care if the glitter never washes out! It was totally worth it.

I first came across Susan Schorn via McSweeney’s. She’s one of those writers who had me nodding my head. We’ve lived strangely similar lives. So when I found out about her book that’s coming out, I pre-ordered a copy:
Smile at Strangers and Other Lessons in the Art of Living Fearlessly.

Pause. Deep breath. And now back to life, which has been in runaway train mode. Really looking forward to my son’s impending “Spring” break and a week away from our overly busy lives. Hoping things settle down a bit for actual Spring, whenever that season chooses to arrive.

Alex, gazing out the window

You Can’t Put a Price On Mojo

Oh Minnesota in March. Today and tomorrow will be all about the snow dramarama. There have been school closures (a pretty rare thing) but not for my son. Though I did receive conflicting robo calls from the school district and the school about whether or not students would be dismissed early today. Either way, the roads are seriously rough. Spin outs and accidents and cars in ditches everywhere. Snow emergencies have been declared in both St Paul and Minneapolis. I am content to stay put at home with my car safely stowed in the garage. And I’m once again thanking my lucky stars that my landlord pays for snow removal service. I’m sad I’ll likely be skipping kickboxing tonight due to the inclement weather. But it’s not worth putting myself in danger just so I can go punch and kick others, even though I love it so.

Five good things, plus one sticky one, for this wildly wintry Tuesday:

Last weekend was a busy one. Dinner with a friend and swimming with my son Friday. Kickboxing Saturday along with house cleaning and then a house show. All day brunch at our place Sunday. And later that night I had a funny photo shoot with a band. We trekked outside, in the dark, up and down snowy hills and along railroad tracks to get to a ravine. I was bundled up and wearing my hiking boots. The actual photography part took maybe 15 minutes and then we slogged back to the cars. I went straight home. Where I decided to take out the trash. And that’s where I wiped out on ice, hard, in my alley. The heck? Earlier I was fine while hiking through treacherous icy locations, like a sure footed little goat. Guess I just wasn’t paying enough attention in my own back yard. At least I was so bundled up in layers under my puffy parka it cushioned my fall, even when I landed on my elbow.

Morgan is nom nom noming

Flexibility of the Mind

There’s a secret room in the basement of our duplex that only the management company has access to. I’ve lived there since 2011 and had never seen inside. But my imagination filled in the blanks. Earlier today I went down to the basement, to do some laundry. The door was open.

dun dun dun 

And it’s just a sad empty-ish room. With some paint cans and a ladder. Crushing disappointment. At least it isn’t a sex dungeon. That would have been unsettling. And I’m not sure how I’d explain that to our soon-to-be roommate. Yes, my wonderful boyfriend has agreed to move in to my current abode. In St. Paul. Which will save me a lot stress and a good chunk of money every month. And enable me to save up for the super fun vacation we’re planning for the summer time. A train trip to Montreal!

Five more good things:

  • We should all be watching at least one TED talk a week. Today I was entertained by this one with Reggie Watts.
  • Last Thursday night I bailed on seeing my friends perform at the Kitty Cat Klub (too late / I’m too old) and intended to stay in to watch a live streaming performance of Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds in LA. But I fell asleep instead. Thankfully it was online for 24 hours. I was able to watch it on Friday before it was pulled (a director’s cut is coming soon). But now I’m full of even more regret. For not having gotten tickets to the Chicago show. Kept hoping for a last minute Minneapolis announcement. Wah-wah. Last time I saw Nick Cave was with Grinderman and I haven’t seen him with the Bad Seeds in over a decade.
  • Didn’t watch the Oscars, but after the fact I enjoyed seeing seeingthe good bits with Jennifer Lawrence. I already thought she was pretty ace after Winter’s Bone but my opinion of her is only climbing now. She seems like a real human person!
  • I’ve also been enjoying the sophomore effort from Denmark’s Iceage. You can hear a bit of it here. And I did get us tickets to their upcoming show at the Triple Rock, with local favorites Condominium opening.
  • Random mid-winter want: hot tub boats controlled by joystick. That, or a trip to warmer climes.

We warmed things up Friday night with good times with good friends at the Dust Buns tape release show at the Eagles Club. But Saturday was the main event. STNNNG release / 10th anniversary show split across three venues and many many hours. It was a strangely emotional and exhausting event and I felt fairly useless on Sunday. Though I did manage to blow through all my photo editing. Need to post a round-up on my sadly neglected photo blog. Posting my intention here will make me follow through. Yeah.

Signal to Trust 2013, and friends

Power Creep In Storytelling

Last weekend was a busy one. Saw Warm Bodies Friday night with the boyfriend (the book was better but the movie was cute). Kickboxing Saturday morning. Show at the Kitty Cat Klub Saturday night. Snow tubing in the suburbs on Sunday plus a visit with my Dad. A friend’s birthday party at The Butcher & The Boar Sunday night. Fun times, to be sure. But major stressors were thrown into the mix. Expensive car repairs. Debating whether or not to renew my lease and/or enter into a cohabitation situation. Realizing I need to start booking my 40th birthday party show now! Thankfully things seem to be working out.

Five interesting items of note:

This weekend is shaping up to be just as busy. We’re going to party like it’s 2006! Some old friends are in town (and some no-longer friends, eep) for STNNNG’s new album release show / Modern Radio Records 10th anniversary. It begins with a 5pm house show which leads into simultaneous or slightly alternating sets at both the Turf and Big V’s. It’s going to be one helluva night. Thankfully my son will be staying overnight with his Dad.

Manny

Spectator Paradox

Waking up to the news of the Russian meteor shower was interesting. And those of us with overactive imaginations were thinking up all sorts of crazy scenarios. But no, we are not under attack. And it isn’t related to the asteroid that also flew by earth today. I am thankful that so many Russians have dash cams in their cars. Though the reason is sad - insurance scams. Because of them the rest of the world was able to view a variety of captures of this event.

Five more cool nature / science-y things:

Last night the boyfriend took me out to a very special Valentine’s Day dinner at The Bell Museum. Where we wound up being interviewed by a Pioneer Press reporter in this piece: Bell Museum offers ’science nerds’ a place to celebrate love. My photos from the evening are here. It was a nice little break from some big ticket stress items in my life right now. Which I should probably attend to sooner rather than later.

Clint, by the light of a globe