Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Why do people accuse sharks in the ocean, of infesting their own home?
There is no such thing as 'Shark Infested Waters' .
Do you call the local shopping mall "Human Infested"?
People get a good many things all wrong.
The headline read:
Oldest U.S. Man Dies of Heart Failure at 112
This made me sad.
At 112 years old no one dies of heart 'failure'.
This man's heart suffered no such failure.
This man's heart served him and very many others the way the rest of us wish we could be served by our hearts.
One hundred and twelve years, every second of every day, this man's heart beat faithfully.
He lived four years in the 19th century, 100 years in the 20th century, and 8 years in the 21st century. His heart did not fail him.
He lived through both world wars, man's first walk on the moon and the election of the first black president. As a black man in the South, he knew Jim Crow-era segregation laws. Shortly before his death, he voted for Barack Obama and watched him win the election. His heart certainly did not fail him then.
George Francis was born on June 6, 1896 in New Orleans. He had been an amateur boxer, a chauffeur, an auto mechanic and a barber. He had one wife, until her death. He never married anyone else. He had four children, 18 grandchildren, 33 great-grandchildren and 16 great-great grandchildren.
How can anyone say he died of heart failure?
His heart just finished and fell to sleep.
We should all be so fortunate.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
sleep
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Life
to have passion
Lonely company
as is the fashion
You need volcanoes
to birth a paradise
You need an earthquake
Mountain of size
A raging fire
In the forest
Will grow a flower
Of sweet newness
this collusion of silence
of hipster reading
still is seeing
always seeing
There was the old man
Silver hair
Worse for ware
He was nameless
But no less
Than I
There was mr pervis
In the backyard
Heart in hand
Kindness never forgot him
Hilly bear
Played quiet guitar
Stop and stare
Beneath the noise of the bar
And he played for no one but him
Mervin was cool
I could never figure out
Left the gig in the school
From Cambridge UK
to the Bowery USA
I cant forget how he got to me
There was the boy
He was true
Too much man for himself
And we went blue
There was the tall one
He had all the answers
But he would never tell me
Did not see me
He was still my stallion
My winged night Mare
The one I could not control
and could not share
He left me without ever leaving
He loved me without ever loving
He says he still does to this day
That he is morn to play
The small trips
Down the dirt road
Paved with gold
To make me old
The long drive
Down that silly mile
I got off before I got on
In between there is my muse
The one who steps
ahead of my shadow
and knows it’s all a ruse.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Toys R me
When I was a little girl, I had some very special toys. I have managed to keep a good many. Sans the ones my father either gave to my sisters or directly threw away.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Walmart to the rescue for little Hitler...
EASTON, Pa. — The father of 3-year-old Adolf Hitler Campbell, denied a birthday cake with the child's full name on it by one New Jersey supermarket, is asking for a little tolerance.
Heath Campbell and his wife, Deborah, are upset not only with the decision made by the nearby ShopRite, but also with an outpouring of angry Internet postings in response to a local newspaper article about the cake.
Heath Campbell, who is 35, said in an interview Tuesday that people should look forward, not back, and accept change.
(like a black man as president and a jewish lawyer who will soon be representing Shoprite)
"They need to accept a name. A name's a name. The kid isn't going to grow up and do what [Hitler] did," he said.
After ShopRite refused the request for the cake as inappropriate, the Campbells got a cake decorated at a Wal-Mart in Pennsylvania, Deborah Campbell said.
About 12 people attended the birthday party on Sunday, according to Heath Campbell.
The Campbells' other two children also have unusual names:
JoyceLynn Aryan Nation Campbell turns 2 in a few months and
Honszlynn Hinler Jeannie Campbell will be 1 in April.
Heath Campbell said he named his son after Adolf Hitler because he liked the name and because "no one else in the world would have that name."
Campbell said his ancestors are German and that he has lived all his life in Hunterdon County, New Jersey, which is across the Delaware River from Easton.
(note to self: avoid Hunterdon County, New Jersey )
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
I need to return to Cambodia
I need to return to Cambodia. It came upon me a few weeks ago and it just will not stop nagging at me. I want, neh, really HAVE to visit the temple ruins of Angkor Wat in Cambodia. I have no idea how I can get there, and the fact that I have not ever been to Cambodia in this life doesn't seem to change anything.
I remember being a little girl and absolutely needing to go the South of France. I didn't know where it was or what it was, only a place. But once I heard it existed at all, I had a driving need to be there. 20 years later, I took myself there. Alone. And I felt completely right there. Totally balanced as a person. I spent 10 days there and everywhere I walked, I felt at home. Like I knew every corner.
I found my way everywhere with ease and spoke French in a matter of days. When I returned home, I spoke French for 2 weeks and translated in my head for longer than that. I knew then, now 20+ years ago, that the South of France is where I will die.
I know that no matter what happens in my life, I will be walking along the promenade in Nice and I will be living alone in Provence, a very old lady, and that is where my life will end. And it feels ok.
Those are two of my places. I have some others where I fel like I have lived there before. Likewise, I am completely repelled by certain other places and cultures. It's such a strange feeling to 'know' things you just don't know.
"Many Lives, Many Masters" I really wish I could meet with the author of that book.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Puppy Love
I can also tell you that NONE of the books you read will tell you what you truly need to know about childbirth and parenting. It is quite possible there is a reason for that. Namely, few people would have children if they knew. And that just might be a good thing. So, here you go:
A man said to me once, "All mothers are single mothers." He might have been correct. There are the notable exceptions of men who are the primary caregiver for their own children, we are going to do much the same as society here...Ignore them.
To mothers who are birthing children from their own bodies and who will be the primary caregivers....
(if you are hiring a full time nanny or putting your infant in full time day care before the age of 3, I am not speaking to you, you are farming out the job. If you truly cannot financially afford to stay home because you are the only source of income, you are exempt. If you look at the numbers, child care will take nearly all of a second salary so you are full of shit if you say you can't stay home because the husband salary is not enough. Your second salary will just cover costs of daycare. You just don't want to stay home all day with your kid. Whatever.)
Pregnancy:
It is the most amazing time. Your body becomes a shrine to Houdini in ways he could never have topped. Your mind changes, your feelings, your habits, your thinking all do some serious backflips. Your actual chemical makeup changes. Your body is much smarter than you are, listen to it. It never goes back to what it was. Nearly everything about you changes.
Your physical attributes change. Your breasts will resemble Pamela Anderson for at least part of your pregnancy. Your hips actually pull apart and never go exactly back to where they were. Your foot bones spread and your shoe size changes.
Your hair becomes shiny, your nails grow like crazy and your body takes everything from you to give to the growing baby. If you eat like crap while you carry, your baby will want for nothing. It is YOUR body that will suffer. It will leech everything the babe needs from your very bones. YOU will be iron deficient, YOU will be sick, YOU will be tired.
The baby is at the Ritz Carlton with every need fulfilled and every whim catered to.
Eat well, get rest, AVOID aspartame and all other neurotoxins. If you still insist on screwing with your own brain chemistry after you have finished nursing, the that's your problem. The kid has 15 years before it will make stupid choices like that. And by the way, consuming Aspartame, splenda, whatever, it is just like putting any other neurotoxin in your body at every meal. Just put Ecstasy in your soda, it will f+%k with your spinal fluid and brain cells too and you wont care that you are fat. I think it might do less damage than Aspartame.
DELIVERY:
Let's assume you have natural child birth. This is a big assumption. Most hospitals have outrageous statistics for C-sections. Many of them are unnecessary.
( www.Mothering.com , Discussion boards, C-sections)
A natural birth with no complications will net a hospital $10,000. A C-section can net them $30,000-$50,000. A duh. Of course they push it. You walk in there, a mother about to give birth, they see you as a surgical patient right away. Look into having a birth plan on paper, or a large sympathetic Hell's Angel nearby.
First of all, it takes days, not hours. The process begins slowly. Contractions, tightening of the belly, no pain. Some friggin genius called it "Braxton hicks contractions" he wanted something to show for his degree. They are not separate, they are not false. Jesus tap-dancing-christ, ITS A CONTRACTION. Just like all the others. That is like when they call earthquakes preshocks, and after shocks. They are all earthquakes. Just like contractions are all contractions.
They start small, build, crescendo at the moment of birthing the head and then you have contractions for the uterus to become smaller again for weeks after the moment of birth.
The process is natural, it spans months. from conception to birth is about 9 months. From conception to completion of the process is about 19 years, give or take summer school if the kid falls behind.
It is a lifelong commitment that changes everything if you are lucky.
It is the most wonderful part of my life and I would trade no part of the process. (except the nausea phase in the 1st 3 months. But you make up for that with the shopping phase during the 5th-18th months)
Just because you can, does not mean you should:
I see no shame in people opting out of parenthood. It is truly not for everyone and that being said, I think the people who embrace it are heroes and those who know themselves well enough to just embrace aunt or uncle hood are heroes too. It's the ones who check out during the process with whom I feel angry. Either commit fully or opt out. Anything in between and you might be birthing another Paris Hilton, Joey Buttafuoco or Dick Cheney. I need not tell you we have more than our fair share of these.
Our kids need love, respect, attention, patience, shelter and time. They need breastfeeding, healthy food, clean water, more love, more hugging and clean clothes. They don't need much else. They however will want everything they see on TV. This is where my parenting sucks. I give in a lot. But the I have been accused of hugging and kissing him 'too much'. I am certain that is not true. Time will tell.