Category Archives: jewels

quotes, links, the like

Edit Edit Edit


It is too bad that we can’t edit our lives. It would be nice to write the day and then go back and make changes. Wouldn’t you go back and change yesterday? Just a little bit? Or maybe last Monday? Or last year?

Or maybe that day four and a half months ago when you did something that still makes you feel sick because it was so embarrassing — and not in the funny way that you might talk about when you are asked to tell about your most embarrassing moment at a party, in front of a big group of people. Maybe it’s all about getting back on the horse. Try again, right?


A Postcard at Charis Books, discovered 2009


Each Girl, Each Boy

(Translated from Spanish)

For every girl tired of acting weak
When she is strong, there is a boy
Tired of appearing strong when he feels
Vulnerable./ For every boy sick of the
constant expectation that he know
everything, there is a girl tired that
people don’t trust her intelligence./ For
every girl who is tired of being considered
super sensitive, there is a boy who is
afraid to be gentle and cry./ For every
boy whose sole mechanism for demonstrating
masculinity is competition, there is a
girl accused of not being feminine because
she competes./ For every girl who throws
away her baby doll, there is a boy
who wishes he could find one./ For Every
boy struggling because advertising does not
correspond with his hopes and desires, there
is a girl whose self-esteem is being attacked
by advertisers./ For every girl who takes
a step toward her liberation, there is a boy
who finds an easier path to freedom.

Each Boy, Each Girl

Keepin it, uh, real… like I do


Just thought that people should know the combination of lyrical geniuses that are currently invading my psyche. I promise the juxtaposition is at least odd if not funny. I credit two rather distinctive friends for confusing my listening habits.

Oh and another thing.

I still need ten more pounds for Oxfam to reach my goal. And that half marathon is one week from tomorrow. So click here and support an excellent cause. K great thanks.

For your trouble, here’s a picture of me running up a bridge in Venice: (I promise that I don’t generally flail my arms out quite so much)


For the Multi-Post (and Awesome Aunt) Win


Today, my 18-month-old niece saw a picture of President Obama and immediately said my name, along with her rendition of O-BA-MA, which sounds an awful lot like a slower version of Mama.

(I have been teaching her and her twin brother to say O-BA-MA when they see a picture of him, and apparently an association has been made although we’ll have to work on the specifics).

I think this is a sign of my superiority as an auntie.

Yes, she's genius.

The No-Post Streak (Urgh) and Versatile Blogging Award


Right in the middle of my longest no-post streak in quite a long time, I was nominated for a super cool blogging award by my blogging buddy and real-life acquaintance Miq over at Three Descriptors. Click on that link and check out her awesome blog. Do it. For realsies. Get your click on. K great thanks.

In any case, here’s the DL on the Versatile Blogger Award. It looks like this:


  1. Thank the award-givers and link back to them in your acceptance post.
  2. Share seven (7) FACTS about yourself.
  3. Award 15-20 other bloggers the versatility award.
  4. Contact your nominees so they know you nominated them.


A) I dance wildly and sing loudly in order to get pumped up for writing/going out/eating breakfast and sometimes to avoid going to the bathroom.

B) If I were a fruit, I would not be a lime.

C) Today I won a race. Like, ran and was the first person across the finish line. It was incredible. (3.8 miles in 28.09 minutes — not really that fast but winning is winning).

D) I have a group of male friends who have inducted me into their “wolf pack,” and I have not yet told them that it would be unacceptable to do group roofies as a funny surprise (reference point, see: The Hangover). Maybe this is due notification.

E) It is officially true, as of tonight, that I have written three slam poems.

F) People should vacuum their rooms at least once per week.

G) Sticky toffee pudding is the most incredible Scottish dessert. Dessert is spelled with two s’s because you should want two desserts, not two deserts, because deserts are hot and sandy and cacti are hard. But still, you can steal water from a cactus, just not the really small kind that grow on Horny Toad Hill, aptly named by my cousins and me because of the plethora of horny toads to be found there. Wikipedia, though, says they’re actually called horned lizards, which really puts a damper on the rhythm of our hill’s name. On a more interesting note, Wikipedia also claims that ‘horned lizards’ are morphologically similar to the Australian thorny devil. That would be morphology as in biology as opposed to linguistics, which would be the identification, analysis and description of a language’s linguistic units. Duh.


(Quill and Doug — Miq already named you, but you would have been on my list otherwise)

A. Ishaq’s Blog

A Penchant for Penning

Bees Poetry


Carlos at Respuestodelatabla


Elmo Writes

Louise at Blog Posts of J.A. Prufrock

Letters from the (Someday) Editor

Mollie Player at How to Get Happy

Pissant Partisan at Werdpressed

Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge