Archive | March, 2008

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It’s been such a busy week, what with Working for an Honest Buck, taking a croupy kid to the doctor, and trying to keep a hard-working mama in a prone position after she threw her back out. Not an easy task, let’s just say, keeping a Force of Nature like the beloved still for anything other than the duration of a film or a live performance. Let’s just say I’m developed a keen sympathy for the underpaid local laborers who were delegated the task of lashing King Kong to whatever he was lashed to in the Borneo jungle or wherever.

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She lived to mooch; she mooched to live

Max, Jr. October ?, 1993 – March 19, 2007. [Photo taken: September 8, 2006.]

You’ll never know how much baby-generated dinner table detritus your dog is taking care of until she’s gone. Though you’ll probably know how much you love her before then.

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Baba’s eye view

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Weekend bonus shot, 03.15.08

Walking back from Jewel Lake, Tilden Park, Berkeley, CA.

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Transparent screening

Last night I tucked away and left the bath-books-bed ritual in the competent hands of the beloved, so’s to catch two films being screened at The Center, San Francisco’s LGBT community space. Frameline and COLAGE co-sponsored the screening of Just Call Me Kade and transparent; the documentaries were followed by a panel discussion/ audience Q&A with folks from COLAGE, Fresh Meat Productions, The Lou Sullivan Society, Our Family Coalition, and Trans Youth Family Allies.

Here’s Frameline’s synopsis of Just Call Me Kade:

Kade Farlow Collins is a sixteen year old FTM residing in Tucson, Arizona. Kade’s parents maintain a supportive and nurturing relationship to Kade regarding the many challenges facing their teenage child. However, it hasn’t always been easy.

And of transparent :

Pink or blue. Male or Female. Mommy or Daddy. Categories that we all take for granted are broken apart in transparent, a documentary about 19 female-to-male transsexuals living in the United States who have given birth and, in all but a few stories, gone on to raise their biological children.

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A little self-help reading

The book in which I’m groping around for a lifeline, above, is titled Your Three Year Old: FRIEND OR ENEMY (okay, emphasis mine; it’s not like they go all caps on it). This helpful volume was mercifully lent to us by our preschool director, who is mellow, kind, wise, clear, compassionate. Basically Glenda the Good Witch, only with a Code Pink t-shirt.

It was validating, if sobering, to look at the expression on her face when she heard that I was both (a) primary caregiver to the three year old (friend/enemy) and baby bro, and (b) knee-deep in menopause. For a moment I thought I saw a flicker there, like “Call Child Protective Services? Don’t call Child Protective Services? Call Child Protective Services?” Instead she went and lent me her favorite menopause workbook.

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Three muses

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Here’s a fun little primer on the muses (which apparently started off as three, and then became nine). If you can’t wait to noodle around and find it on your own, here’s the site’s page on the Amazons. The whole site is about women in Greek myths.

Alright, alright so these aren’t really the three muses. The artist (lil’ monkey) says this is Cinderella, her Fairy Godmother, and Rapunzel (going clockwise from upper left). FG is recognizable as the one who mugged Kate Hudson’s sunglasses from Almost Famous. Rapunzel looks like she needs to get a bit more sleep. Okay so maybe Baba is projecting.

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U R 2 Old, the lesfam version

Like me, many of you current and future parents perusing yesterday’s New York Times will have sucked up the article “Text Generation Gap: U R 2 Old (JK)” with a mixture of fascination and dread. Laura M. Holson, the article’s author, writes that

Children increasingly rely on personal technological devices like cellphones to define themselves and create social circles apart from their families, changing the way they communicate with their parents.

Holson introduces us to a smattering of parent-kid combos and the ways in which their communication is either foiled or facilitated or both, thanks to the use of cellphones and text messaging. Phone company analyst types share their studies about how many kids will be using cellphones in the near future: 81% of Americans between the ages of 5 and 24.

We are also reminded that every new device we bring into our lives is a Trojan Horse of sorts. Or, if mixing metaphors is an irresistible pastime of yours, as it is mine, let’s say a Trojan Pandora’s Box. In this little device rolls, nestling itself innocently into pockets and purses, atop chests of drawers and desks and dining tables. Then once it’s well established, out pops the realization that it has changed how we communicate, sometimes for the better, sometimes for the less so. For me, the most unsettling images in the article were those of kids lost in device-mediated conversations to others in the midst of what I would have thought would have been sacrosanct family togetherness times, like eating meals.

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