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Up and down and round and round

By on October 2, 2008 in Miscellaney, Nonsense fun, On marriage and commitment

roundandround

Talkin’ about the economy, talkin’ about national presidential politics, talkin’ about Baba’s state of mind. Not like you needed to have this spelled out, but menopause + the current economic and political drama = wild toggling between Baba’s paired impulses to either FREAK OUT! or CALM DOWN!

Since I’m still in Work Deadline Lockdown for at least another week, I’ll flesh out the meager content here with a YouTube video whose title matches part of the post title.  (“It was weeks and weeks of Prop 8 harangues and infernal YouTube videos! I couldn’t wait ’til election day and she started to post proper essays on a range of topics again, like a normal person!”).

The infernal YouTube video below is the 1984 glam metal song “Round and Round,” by Ratt. It has no more thematic connection to today’s post than Tuesday’s Sarah Silverman – “Great Schlepp” video had to Tuesday’s. Except you could focus on this one line in the song that’s kind of cheery, when construed to be prophetic about Obama’s election: “I knew right from the begining/ that you’d end up wining.”  

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What do you give the couple who has everything?

By on September 30, 2008 in Nonsense fun, On marriage and commitment

Everything, that is, but the assurance of legal recognition?

How ’bout a nice juicy donation to the No on Proposition 8 campaign?  It’s all the rage at California weddings this season.

And for good reason.  A donation goes with anything you’re wearing. It fits fine in your already crowded kitchen cabinets because it’s actually never going to go there anyway.  And both giver and receiver know it’s the right thing.  Hmm: material possession?  Or advancement in civil rights for friends, family, and neighbors?  Material posessions?  Or advancement in civil rights for friends, family, and neighbors?  Should be an easy decision.  I’ll go with None Are Free ‘Til All Are Free for $50, Bob.

Above: the donation table at the (3rd, hopefully final) wedding of the nice lesbian gals across the street. Wedding (1) was their own hitchin’, pre-2004; (2) their 2004 San Francisco wedding; and (3) Sunday’s beautiful event, at which their daughter tossed flower petals and clots of kids tucked into a fruit tart decorated to look like a rainbow-flag.  

Donations to the No on 8 campaign are especially useful now that the Yes on 8 ads have hit the airwaves, with predictable scare tactics and misinformation.  Like, your children will be forced to marry their same-sex chums in kindergarten if this thing passes.  Joy of Gay S*x on the required reading list of first graders. Stuff like that.  

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A little lite diversion

By on September 22, 2008 in Nonsense fun

I know, I know. The economy is heading straight into the crapper faster than a college freshman’s umpteenth drink too many.  We’re all comrades now (who knew!  the Republican party and the titans of capitalism deliver us an estrogen-packin’ VP candidate and a socialist state, all in the same jam-packed one month period!  I so wasn’t expecting it!). And we got way bigger fish to fry than lipstick-wearing pigs.  

More important, that tempest-in-a-teapot is soooooo a week-and-a-half ago.  Soooooo pre-Wall Street implosion.  

Plus, the only lipstick I care about is what rubs off on me from my sweetie’s smooches.  Not that anyone asked.  

But!  It’s been such a nonstop No on 8 campaign over here at LD* that I thought I’d pass along a little levity to counterweight the gravity.  And who can resist George Saunders? From “My Gal,” in this week’s New Yorker:

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It’s all Fiddler all the time around these parts

By on September 5, 2008 in Baba familias, Nonsense fun, Re: the lil' monkey

  

[Ed. note: Sadly, my usually pinched time is getting pinched-er with some upcoming work deadlines, and it will stay that way for a while.  I've had to punt to next week my reflective second part to the whole back-to-school transition dealie that I thought I'd post here today.  It deserves more massage time than I've been able to give it.  Instead, here: have some breezy fun and a buncha YouTube links.]

Now that Fiddler on the Roof is in rehearsals at the beloved’s youth theater co., the lil’ monkey is full-on in character, at least 50% of the day.  What character, you might ask?  Well!  Depending on the day, it’s either Tzeitel or Bielke, the eldest and youngest of Tevye’s daughters.  The lil’ peanut, in case anyone wants to know, is Mendel, the rabbi’s son.  The beloved is Golde.  And yes, I am proud to say, I am Tevye.  

For more hours of the day than the beloved can bear, our daughter implores me to speak in my fake-o Russian accent.   I accommodate the request to the best of my abilities, which are meager, since I don’t actually speak more than one sentence of Russian, nor do I know the proper inflections to indicate  Jewish milkman in the turn-of-the-century tsarist period, if he were trying to speak in English.  But, you know, one tries.

So far it’s been a big hit, my substituting “The Baba!” when everyone sings “The Papa!” in “Tradition.” And since that works so well, I substitute “The Baba!” for “The Mama!” when it rolls around in the next verse.  As a both/and type of gal, this sort of stuff comes naturally to me.  The kids eat it up, too.

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A well-rounded musical education

By on August 19, 2008 in Nonsense fun

While the sun will never completely set on Into the Woods — Sondheim’s in our girl’s blood, I say — a new musical is already in the wings, readying itself for rehearsal and production this fall for the beloved’s youth musical theater company: Fiddler on the Roof.

Since we have a fairly aggressive campaign to see to it that the lil’ peanut acquires appropriate dance skillz (what with him being a future white guy and all), it was a natural that we get us the pop-ragga version of “If I Were A Rich Man,” done by Ms. Gwen Stefani and Ms. Eve Jeffers.  Lately it’s been a daily thing, putting this song on and then shaking the collective tailfeathers.  

(And no, the little tykes are not watching the video: I’m not ready to see them working some of the fly girl moves, even if my own facsimilies thereof may well have been what led the beloved to look me up in the first place. I support that kind of galavanting wholeheartedly, but on people other than my kids, and/or I should say rather when my kids are old enough to write convincing five-paragraph essays about debates in contemporary choreography.  Which for the lil’ girlie, at least, is a few years off.)   

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We have us a winning post title

By on April 24, 2008 in Metacommentary, Nonsense fun

Remember last week, when I did a Reader Appreciation Day funfest thingie, and asked folks to send in potential post titles, for which I would then write a matching post? The winning title-submitter would become the proud owner of the prototype LD Loves Me keychain: explicable to a select few; cheap as can be; ordered in a fit of whimsy online. In actuality it turned out to be a button with some flimsy keychain attachment. It looked so good in the facsimile image on my computer screen.

Well! After much deliberation, the judge n’ jury of two came up with:

  • Waving not drowning

from our UK correspondent, Chumpy.

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Thank you, gentle readers

By on April 16, 2008 in Metacommentary, Nonsense fun

Today was Reader Appreciation Day, an event spear-headed by Robin Reagler, our gal over at The Other Mother. Robin has been a lesbian parent blogospheric cheerleader par excellence lately. This is her second group fun-fest in a few months, the earlier one being the Freedom to Marry week carnival of posts, celebrating something old, new, borrowed, and blue (here are the players for that one). Today she posted a round-up of folks in our neck of the blogosphere who write blogs and hugely appreciate that someone beyond their significant others and/or cats read ‘em.

Count me among that group — the late-to-the party subset of it, that is, posting her thanks in the last minutes of the eleventh hour. Out here on the West Coast, at least, I’m just under the wire. I had plenty of notice, of course; just not enough time in the proverbial day.

Which topic (not enough time to write!) is a lot of what I wind up writing about lately, when I can write, and don’t punt and post a picture instead. So for your tolerating the intermittent, motley trickle here, gentle readers, I thank you. It’s feast and famine at LD, sacred and profane, but often — no, nearly always — I’m offering up less than I’d rather have, and less frequently.

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A Dottie tribute

By on April 15, 2008 in Kid lit, Nonsense fun

[Ed note: the following dada narrative was dictated by the lil' monkey to the beloved, who faithfully recorded it verbatim. Wee book making, with dictated narration to accompany illustrations, has become a favorite pastime. So far, the booklets -- note pad-sized pages, stapled together -- have been in dialog with some story we've read that's been filling her head. Her take on Polly the Party Fun Fairy came first, and gets featured later, when I'm able to give the whole fairy topic its due.

Today, we feature her take on the world's first LGBT-family-friendly kid's show, Dottie's Magic Pockets! Peep clips of the show on their YouTube Dottie Extravaganza here! (If you look carefully on their YouTube page, you'll see Up Popped a Fox' adorable singing kid!)

We ran out of Julie Andrews musicals to show the kid, and finally succombed to the multiple raves and plugs on Mombian (and when has Sister Dana steered us wrong?). We ordered us up some LGBT family fun, and regret not a penny of it! Readers familiar with Dottie's Magic Pockets will find a sketchy resemblance to their beloved show in the narrative below. The rest of you, rush out hop online and get yours today, and find out what the show is really about.]

Dottie and the Sun

Once upon a time, there was a woman named Dottie. Dottie lived with her son named Ollie. Then she had an idea. She would get her gift out of the bag right in the second that her son was at school.

When her son was back he would see all sorts of glitter all over the room. Then he would say, “What a mess!”

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