I have been relatively quiet. I just realized that the issue my brother is facing in Oakland is very similar to my own issue. This is the future question. I would like him to take a leap and do something for himself, but at the same time I know I am prejudiced against his alternative plan. As for me, things just hit a sad thump and I need to hop the fence and start again from a different direction.
Luckily, it is midweek and I am sure my head will open up with better ideas very soon.
Tonight, Politics and Prose and Rob Walker. This will prove to be an awesome event. I am very excited to be hosting. Come out if you can.
August 06, 2008
January 28, 2008
Flickr Fun
Cover for Martin
Originally uploaded by onehalfpint
I spent a good long time uploading all my old zine covers, snatches of poems, polaroids and all that good stuff I HOPE to get back into again. More recent stuff to come. More future stuff would be even cooler. Here's to the future girl, thanks for uploading that new stuff.
January 14, 2008
dave and kisa
dave and kisa
Originally uploaded by onehalfpint
From Christmas 2004. Now it's a little over three years later. Kisa is still going strong. He is now 21.
Happy Birthday!
December 20, 2007
ship collage
ship collage
Originally uploaded by onehalfpint
So in response to my brother, here is a piece of work. A ship. It's a lonely ship, despite the color.
Approach with Caution
Again, the holidays are nipping at my heels and I have not done anything to prepare. I guess I have dreams of making handmade christmas cards and baking cookies, while listening to Bing Crosby. Instead, I know I am going to be running around, totally hassled, trying to do last minute Christmas shopping. I really want to enjoy this holiday. But it can be difficult, what with all the past tensions and stressors. Alas, maybe my new medication will make it easier to handle.
I have been reading a lot. I went on Georgette Heyer bender, where I read The Corinthian, False Colours, The Quiet Gentleman and April Lady. I have read so many of her books, sometimes I forget which ones I have already read. I do then pick up the lingo and start saying things like "havey cavey" and "funning" and "petticoat line". In between this stint, I have also read the Golden Compass and am now reading Caleb Carr's Angel of Darkness.
I just received a new book from Chevy Chase and his wife...as a thank you for all the work I do at FoE. It was a thoughtful gift. Although to be honest, when I saw the gift, I thought, who are the Chases. Do I know any Chases? Thanks to G for filling me in and giving me her email to thank them.
There is so much to do. SO MUCH.
I am intensely proud of my brother for uploading his work on his myspace page. However, I think maybe a flickr account would help him more. More people can gain access to it.
Time to do some work...although with our weeklong holiday approaching, so many people have already left the office. It's crazy. It is so quiet here.
I have been reading a lot. I went on Georgette Heyer bender, where I read The Corinthian, False Colours, The Quiet Gentleman and April Lady. I have read so many of her books, sometimes I forget which ones I have already read. I do then pick up the lingo and start saying things like "havey cavey" and "funning" and "petticoat line". In between this stint, I have also read the Golden Compass and am now reading Caleb Carr's Angel of Darkness.
I just received a new book from Chevy Chase and his wife...as a thank you for all the work I do at FoE. It was a thoughtful gift. Although to be honest, when I saw the gift, I thought, who are the Chases. Do I know any Chases? Thanks to G for filling me in and giving me her email to thank them.
There is so much to do. SO MUCH.
I am intensely proud of my brother for uploading his work on his myspace page. However, I think maybe a flickr account would help him more. More people can gain access to it.
Time to do some work...although with our weeklong holiday approaching, so many people have already left the office. It's crazy. It is so quiet here.
December 04, 2007
October 15, 2007
name change
I have been married for approximately four and a half months. I think that Patrick and I are very chill--we still smile when we say things in passing like, "My wife and I..." but other than that, we aren't all married in your face type of people.
The only hellish thing that has occurred since we got married is my attempt at changing my name.
Patrick and I discussed it before we got married. We thought that though it would be possible to have our kids have the last name without me having to change mine, that it would be better to present a united front. Besides, this being the patriarchal society it is, it's not like I am making a statement my keeping my dad's name. I felt that it would also be more proof my love for him.
I did the simple things first: my email. Then I stepped into the legal morass of changing one's identity and it's fucking hell.
I did it backwards--changing my name on my bank accounts. The lady at the bank said that I really should have done my SSN first and then my ID card and THEN my accounts. How are you going to prove who you are when you take out money? Panicking, I filled out my SSN name change form, freaking about whether or not I was going to keep my beloved middle name or change it now to my maiden name. I spent a hellish 20 minutes in the SSA office when their computers went down. Fortunately for me, they could grab my application and proofs of identity and let me leave.
After two weeks, I had received my new social security card. I was now ready to tackle the license. Except, that I wasn't. I left it alone, figuring I needed time to focus on other things, LIKE: credit cards, magazine subscriptions, health and car insurance, savings accounts, registration, title, and god knows what else.
I have made it about halfway through that list. I am about to fly to San Francisco. Patrick made the tickets in our married name and my photo ID still says KIRK.
I decide I would go and get a DC's drivers license, as that's where we live. I show up with all the documents I think I need and am told I need a birth certificate. I cry, curse DC and my own stupidity and say, fine, screw DC. I will just change the name on my MD license as that will be simple AND I could be moving back to MD really soon.
I take my license and a copy of my marriage certificate. I take 2 buses to get to the MVA in Wheaton MD. I wait in line. A nice woman calls me up and asks me what I need to get done. I say change my name. She says, "Great, I just need to see your license and ORIGINAL marriage certificate." I start moaning, I think. She tells me that all I need to do is run home, get the real one and I can come to the front of the line. I run out of the MVA crying into the phone.
I don't know what is with me and crying at registries but it's happened now twice. Patrick had to call the airline and change my name back to the original. The operator said, "She could bring her ID and her marriage certificate and that would work." Patrick opted for a paid change instead, because, as you know, I have TONS of luck with that certificate. All I would need is for the teller to say, OH NO, you need to have the original AND your birth certificate.
I hate this process. I hate the loopholes and the bureaucracy. When I am filling out forms, I don't know whether to use my new name or my old one. It is still just me. Why does it have to be so difficult.
The only hellish thing that has occurred since we got married is my attempt at changing my name.
Patrick and I discussed it before we got married. We thought that though it would be possible to have our kids have the last name without me having to change mine, that it would be better to present a united front. Besides, this being the patriarchal society it is, it's not like I am making a statement my keeping my dad's name. I felt that it would also be more proof my love for him.
I did the simple things first: my email. Then I stepped into the legal morass of changing one's identity and it's fucking hell.
I did it backwards--changing my name on my bank accounts. The lady at the bank said that I really should have done my SSN first and then my ID card and THEN my accounts. How are you going to prove who you are when you take out money? Panicking, I filled out my SSN name change form, freaking about whether or not I was going to keep my beloved middle name or change it now to my maiden name. I spent a hellish 20 minutes in the SSA office when their computers went down. Fortunately for me, they could grab my application and proofs of identity and let me leave.
After two weeks, I had received my new social security card. I was now ready to tackle the license. Except, that I wasn't. I left it alone, figuring I needed time to focus on other things, LIKE: credit cards, magazine subscriptions, health and car insurance, savings accounts, registration, title, and god knows what else.
I have made it about halfway through that list. I am about to fly to San Francisco. Patrick made the tickets in our married name and my photo ID still says KIRK.
I decide I would go and get a DC's drivers license, as that's where we live. I show up with all the documents I think I need and am told I need a birth certificate. I cry, curse DC and my own stupidity and say, fine, screw DC. I will just change the name on my MD license as that will be simple AND I could be moving back to MD really soon.
I take my license and a copy of my marriage certificate. I take 2 buses to get to the MVA in Wheaton MD. I wait in line. A nice woman calls me up and asks me what I need to get done. I say change my name. She says, "Great, I just need to see your license and ORIGINAL marriage certificate." I start moaning, I think. She tells me that all I need to do is run home, get the real one and I can come to the front of the line. I run out of the MVA crying into the phone.
I don't know what is with me and crying at registries but it's happened now twice. Patrick had to call the airline and change my name back to the original. The operator said, "She could bring her ID and her marriage certificate and that would work." Patrick opted for a paid change instead, because, as you know, I have TONS of luck with that certificate. All I would need is for the teller to say, OH NO, you need to have the original AND your birth certificate.
I hate this process. I hate the loopholes and the bureaucracy. When I am filling out forms, I don't know whether to use my new name or my old one. It is still just me. Why does it have to be so difficult.
September 26, 2007
the mobile age
P and I got new phones. And by new phones, I mean, mini-computers I can make a phone call with. It's disturbing and fun. I have also set this up so that I can blog from my phone. I can't ever see myself needing this feature, but why not set it up.
Burgeoning new beginnings. Gym. Good Night Sleeps. A smattering of nice things. Enjoy the fall that's coming to you.
Burgeoning new beginnings. Gym. Good Night Sleeps. A smattering of nice things. Enjoy the fall that's coming to you.
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