In the middle ground between tweeting and blogging, there is, apparently, tumblr-ing – so in case people had wondered whether I still formed thoughts outside 140 character increments and the occasional hellishly long post here, this is where I’m doing that. It’s nothing much, but it’s more than nothing. If I were a smart girl, I’d stop here and figure out a way to integrate the tumblr posts with this space. (Okay, it’s less an issue of ‘smart’ than it is one of ‘I just don’t have time to research that,’ but whatever.)
Drive by life update, then:
- Still pretty wrapped up in election news (to wit, frequent page refreshes of http://fivethirtyeight.com), and yes, still refusing to blog about it (other than peripherally), because I exist in a precarious state balanced between hope and rage which I find difficult to manage. There is more I will write about the election, once it’s over. Right now it’s just too volatile. Suffice it to say, like most thinking feminists, I am supporting the candidacy of Barack Obama. (Note: Comments taking me to task on this “thinking feminists” bit will simply be deleted. Scurry off to your own blogs and whine about what an Obamabot you think I am, if you find that sort of activity rewarding.)
- I recently read an extremely thought-provoking book, David Carr’s Night of the Gun. Highly recommended, will post a review as soon as possible.
- In between tweeting, tumblring, politics-obsessing, and reading, I’ve also been getting some mad writing done. Nothing very blog-suitable, but stories. Mostly from the early 80s, with forays into the mid-90s when I can bear the anxiety of doing so. (Even more so than the early 80s, the mid-90s were rough.) Also, I’m finally sending out work again. Go, me.
- Was thrilled to finally meet baby Sagan, son of my friends Joriel and Ben back in Richmond for a visit this week.
- The kids are doing great. The eight year old is as wildly energetic as ever, and writes quite imaginatively for her age. (Has some attention span issues though. Wonder where she got that from?) Meanwhile, her straight-As earning, honors program-enrolled teenage sister attended her first homecoming dance last night, and looked spectacular, as did her equally nerdy boyfriend, of whom I completely approve. (So far. A mother can never be too vigilant, right?)
- Wishing a happy birthday to Claudine O’Leary, the smartest person I know on issues confronting youth in the sex trade (among many other difficult topics), and a dear friend.
That’s all for now.
