Entries by kata
I can’t for the life of me sustain a thought long enough to write it down. In general. Except now we’re on vacation and I can’t sustain a thought long enough to remember to eat breakfast. Or find my half-finished cup of coffee. This has been the vacation of diarrhea (me, the dog, Z), and [...]
This black McDonald’s flag flies a few blocks from my home. How ironic, right? As a child I loved McDonald’s. We spent a year in the U.S., in 1978-79, and during road trips my sister and I spent much time arguing with my mother that we WILL NOT eat lunch anywhere except in McDonald’s. My [...]
This is what I see from my bedroom window today. Normally it’s just the office opposite, an architecture firm, but this month workmen are replacing the brickwork on the side of the building and they’re at our level today. We’re on the eighth floor: they still have a ways to go before they’re done. I [...]
One day down: it’s fun. My one wish is that I had more hands: whenever I sit down for a session, or to look up a blog by someone whose card I’d just collected, or catch up with twitter or others’ blogs about blogher, baby E decided she needs to be held RIGHT NOW. And then [...]
It’s been a long time. It’s almost at the point where so much has happened that I’ll forget most of it unless I record it somehow. So here you go: 1. Reader, I married him. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to write that sentence. So unsentimental as to be the most romantic [...]
35 weeks pregnant. It is time to order my birth kit, even though the thought fills me with all kinds of superstitious fears of committing an act of hubris. But yet? I am so relieved I can plan to labor in my own bedroom, in my own bathroom, my own little cave, and not have [...]
This, this right here, is why I will never, in my entire life, ever again try to work in an office-based setting. But also, things have happened that I’m still figuring out how to write down with enough love and respect, things that are hard though not outside the order of the universe. Easter Sunday [...]
While recovering my equilibrium after traumatic events,* I tend to find it helpful to covet things. I mean objects, beautiful consumery gadgety objects. I fantasize about the ways in which they’ll make my life easier, funner, let me do new things… Not that I need said new objects. But that’s really not the point of [...]
My sister’s 6-year-old son has leukemia. He was diagnosed on Tuesday, when he just went for a blood test at a hematology center because he’d been pale for a few weeks and seemed to have a slightly strange kind of anemia on a blood test he my sister got for him at her regular pediatrician [...]
Rain makes me tired. One thing I love about living in the city is that the concentration of people make you think about interesting things is really high. I recently came up with a plan for a small business I want to start. It seems like a workable idea though it also means I’m going [...]
I was right: my ex-OB was lying to me.
I’ve been thinking about this post for some time now – but it’s the kind of thing that some who I know read this blog might get very upset about what I’m going to write. You see, I am now with a practice of homebirth midwives. But let me explain.
I’ve been away a long time. Not physically, just internet-ly. But perhaps it’s time to return. I won’t make firm promises about writing every day or even every week. But I’ll try to keep things current about the most important stuff. So… here’s the gist. Early last October we moved to Manhattan, through a stroke [...]
Louis Menand, writing about the “overproduction” of Ph.D.’s in the humanities (via 11D): The moral of the story that the numbers tell once seemed straightforward: if there are fewer jobs for people with Ph.D.s, then universities should stop giving so many Ph.D.s—by making it harder to get into a Ph.D. program (reducing the number of [...]
Things are changing. We live here now, since a little over a week ago: I love Manhattan.
One of the comments on DoubleX’s reader stories of health insurance nightmares: To the woman with blood clots… Call your insurance company and ask for their Appeals department. You want to file an expedited appeal. (Expedited appeals are different legally than regular appeals. The company is required to get you a decision generally in less [...]
So, umm, let’s work on finding all this funny… this morning produced the following series of adventures for our toddler: first, she got hold of and spilled and broke my coffee cup. My fault: it seems today she’s rather taller than, say, yesterday, and my brain seems to be having a slow day because I [...]
Z can walk really well now, and she can walk fast. Like, look-away-a-minute-and-she’s-at-the-other-end-of-the-house-throwing-the-phone-into-the-bathtub fast. So there may not be a lot of writing here for a while. There is so much walking going on, and not enough time!
I shan’t be going to Blogher this year after all. Why? Well. A has to travel for work then and I’d have to take Z with me. Which would be fairly expensive. And right now, we suddenly need to hoard all our cash and then some because something so awesome I can’t quite believe it [...]
Z is now a walker. She taught herself to walk carefully, meticulously, and with lots of caution designed to avoid encounters with anything that might hurt. It was impressive to watch: she set her mind to it and practiced and practiced and slowly but surely figured it out, over the course of a little over [...]
My brother is visiting and yesterday I was walking around town with him when a woman I used to work with at the university walked by us. I was pushing Z in her stroller and looked straight at her and was about to say hello when she sort of looked at the stroller and rushed [...]
There’s the pointless embarrassment of a state governor calling a press conference to reveal he’s had something as commonplace as an affair. And the emails he’d exchanged with his Argentinian paramour (via 11D) made public, which almost made me feel sorry for them. Almost, but not quite. I don’t know why Mark Sanford is at [...]
Two icons I grew up with died today: Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson. They were both too young to leave us.
I can’t take a feminist seriously if she takes a condescending tone towards traditionally female activities like crafting in order to make some otherwise valid points about the marketing practices of e-business sites (in this case: Etsy) (responses at Jezebel, Magickal Realism, 11D, etc.). In that article, Sara Mosle implies that an educated stay-at-home-mom’s non-work [...]
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