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1) I'm reading Cheryl Strayed's book, Wild, this morning as I travel; this is the book for which Oprah famously revitalized her book club. It's good, certainly, but I am not overwhelmed with delight about it. I am sometimes about her Dear Sugar columns in The Rumpus, though. She was anonymous for most of the time she wrote that column, and now that she's been revealed she's hardly written any of them. I have an insistent comprehension of how the two things are related, and how much easier it is to write like that when you're not Known. I'm sorry she doesn;t seem to be writing them anymore, I loved them.
2) I have to fly to Seattle today, and for reasons passing understanding I have to change planes in Houston. Admittedly, my geography has never been so swell as all that. But: Houston? Dear United Airlines, can you explain this?
2.5) People who continue to insist that there's no such thing as white privilege should be sentenced to observational duty in the queue at the Homeland Security hall in Toronto Airport until they learn their *^%$#! lesson.
2.7) I love a toasted bagel with cream cheese and slices of tomato. I can't be the only one, yet when I order it in restaurants or kiosks people behave as though this is an exceptionally strange request.
3) It has come to my attention that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ishai_wallace and I parent in almost exactly the same way we cook/grocery shop: we cherry pick from among all the things of which we are aware, choosing Hell's Kitchen peanut butter from Minneapolis and Cheerwine cherry soda from South Carolina and Stone House olive oil from California and and making our own whole-milk yogurt and cheesemongers in every time zone and so on, according to our tastes and preferences and what makes sense to us. Same with parenting. I won't enumerate our various choices about all sorts of kid-related things, but I am aware just recently of both how many choices there are to make as a parent and what a mixed bag ours have been. In a very nice, satisfying way, mind you, much like with the foods.
4) Ow, my head.
5) And now, time to get on the plane. I am looking forward to Seattle, but I kind of already miss my guys.
5.5) However, speaking of #3, Kauai Family Restaurant is in Seattle. Mmmm.
2) I have to fly to Seattle today, and for reasons passing understanding I have to change planes in Houston. Admittedly, my geography has never been so swell as all that. But: Houston? Dear United Airlines, can you explain this?
2.5) People who continue to insist that there's no such thing as white privilege should be sentenced to observational duty in the queue at the Homeland Security hall in Toronto Airport until they learn their *^%$#! lesson.
2.7) I love a toasted bagel with cream cheese and slices of tomato. I can't be the only one, yet when I order it in restaurants or kiosks people behave as though this is an exceptionally strange request.
3) It has come to my attention that
ishai_wallace and I parent in almost exactly the same way we cook/grocery shop: we cherry pick from among all the things of which we are aware, choosing Hell's Kitchen peanut butter from Minneapolis and Cheerwine cherry soda from South Carolina and Stone House olive oil from California and and making our own whole-milk yogurt and cheesemongers in every time zone and so on, according to our tastes and preferences and what makes sense to us. Same with parenting. I won't enumerate our various choices about all sorts of kid-related things, but I am aware just recently of both how many choices there are to make as a parent and what a mixed bag ours have been. In a very nice, satisfying way, mind you, much like with the foods. 4) Ow, my head.
5) And now, time to get on the plane. I am looking forward to Seattle, but I kind of already miss my guys.
5.5) However, speaking of #3, Kauai Family Restaurant is in Seattle. Mmmm.
