1. If I had a knife,
I’d slice those words out of your throat.
I’d be careful; the cut would be clean.
2. If fucking up is a privilege,
Then it’s a privilege I’ll take.
I’ll make a giant mess.
I’ll leave footprints in the flour.
3. I’m scrawling this on a wall.
I don’t have time to be civilized.
If I was you, I’d be easy right now.
I grow more wild every day.
I love my part-time job as a sales person at a clothing store. I feel like I shouldn’t, since I am still paying for my college education – but I do.
I like seeing the pretty clothes for sale. I appreciate people who carefully consider how they want to appear in the world and who dress with care.
I have learned three things in my short time as a part-time sales person at a clothing store. Wanna see them? Here they are:
1. People care that you care. I don’t always have to have the answers, and I can’t always get people the item that they came into the store looking for. But, if I show that I care, then people get that, and they appreciate it.
2. They’re not just clothes. The right outfit, on the right person for the right price can be such an intoxicating thing! Clothes can make you feel beautiful, and that makes you feel good. And what’s wrong with feeling good?
3. Sometimes feeling good is too good. A woman shopping is a strange thing. All of our crazy animal hunter-gatherer instincts come out. Some women, in their quest for the perfect outfit to make them feel perfect, will buy anything – or, buy something ugly just because it’s on sale. Don’t do that, ladies (or gentlemen). Only buy what you can afford and/or really, really love.
People are scared.
We don’t know what death feels like until it’s too late.
We don’t know if murderers fry in agony forever, or if good grandmas earn eternal, deserved bliss.
Plus, there’s no way to measure a Good Christian’s IQ
or reading comprehension.
There’s no guarantee against the cruelty that lives in the hearts of most.
And so, the Bible betrays us,
or we betray the Bible.
We eye up our neighbor,
put ears to the wall,
listen for moans and sighs and report them to the proper authorities.
We write down injustices,
highlight scripture verses,
quote them in authoritative tones.
We murder each other’s spirits,
deny one another,
We draw lines where they need not be.
And all we brought back were these lousy horse bites.
Actually, not really. We didn’t bring anything back with us. But we did get up close and personal with a bunch of wild ponies. Some friends of ours go camping in Assateague, Md. every year. We chickened out and stayed at a hotel…but we went to visit them out in the wild for a little while. At the campground’s visitor’s center there were warnings that the horses bit – there were even pictures of bloody bites! But the horses we saw were more interested in the grass.
The weather wasn’t great – it was cool and windy and damp. But it was nice to get away.
Horsies!
Hey – did you know I have another blog where I write about parenting? I do. New post up over there.
My daughter is a horrible sleeper. Horrible. Tonight, when I was trying to get her to go to bed, the only thing I could do to settle her was sit in the dark and pat her on the back as she lay in her tiny bed. To ease my impatient-to-do-anything-else mind, I decided I’d count to 300. One, two, three, pat, pat, pat. All the way up to 300. She was still and peaceful. I sighed with relief and took my hand off her little back. Her eyes jerked open. Nope. Three hundred more pats. Still no sleeping toddler. Finally, around pat 725, she was out for the night.
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One of my conservative facebook connections (I wouldn’t call this person a friend) was extremely upset this morning that presidential candidate Mitt Romney has hired a gay person - Richard Grenell – for a leadership position in his campaign. I couldn’t help but giggle a little at that. How dare Romney hire this person for their merits and not for what they do with their genitals on their own time!
Romney is probably one of many “conservative” candidates who, while maintaining progressive feelings about gay and lesbian people privately, have to give lip service to parts of the constituency that refuse to be dragged into the year 2012.
Aw. Poor guys.
I know comparisons between black community’s and gay community’s struggle for civil rights can get people up in arms – and I agree that they aren’t identical – but in this case, it’s so easy to substitute the word black for gay. As in “How dare Romney hire a (black/gay) person.” In both cases, being black or gay has nothing to do with this person’s talents or skills.
Seems like there will always be a faction of people that need an excuse to feel superior to others. It’s come back into fashion to share that feeling publicly. Unfortunately.
I did NOT do this awesome art, but I did photograph it. It’s just down the street from my house. So cool.
Update: Click here for more information about this street art project.
This picture is just a few blocks from my house. I always see it out of the corner of my eye when driving here or there. It always catches my eye because the poor guy looks so stressed out.
This is just one of the sketch-like pieces of street art I have seen around the city. They’re always in, shall we say, economically disadvantaged parts of the city. They’re hauntingly beautiful.
