Monthly Archives: April 2006

just a sec, I’ll be right there!

Umm, yes! I’m still alive! Life is kinda…full, and I just haven’t had time, exactly. Job + former job + sick husband + school + houseguest = not blogging. Who knew?

Coming Soon to a Blog Near You: incoherent ranting about the German Mommy Wars. I’ve been thinking about it a lot, but haven’t gotten around to writing it down yet.

Song du jour: Bonus Track 1, by Lyle Lovett. It doesn’t seem to have a name, how very, um…PoMo.


Sisters of Mercy concert

Well that was really fun! There was so much dry ice you couldn’t see more than a few hazy now-you-see-it, now-you-don’t silhouettes up there – could’ve been anybody, really, except that nobody else has a voice like that. But I really enjoyed the show, particularly laughing at the people with cel-phone cameras, taking pictures of the different colors of fog because there really wasn’t much else visible onstage. I was also laughing at me, trying to maintain my dour gothy dignity while grinning like a chimpanzee. DrBob was much more dignified, but I bet he didn’t have as much fun as I did. Heeee.

Also, I see a business opportunity here. If you could get hold of some rhythm wholesale, I could sell it outside concert venues here in Munich. These people need it desperately, so demand would be huge, especially among skinny girls with big hair and too much eyeliner.

Song du jour of the day: This Corrosion, of course. What else?


the parents meet with the kid’s therapist

Eeeerg. Well that was hair-raising. DrBob and I have had numerous conversations about his relationship with Ignatz, and what needs to change (DrBob’s answer is always that Ignatz needs to change), and I have been completely unable to get my point across. That is, he hears me, he simply chooses to ignore the possibility that I might be right. So my evil side was quite looking forward to the therapist telling him the same things I’ve been saying for all these years, to wit: you are an adult and he is a child and it is unrealistic to expect him to do all the work in this relationship. Which she did tell him, today. Hee hee. However. I was not expecting her to do it with me sitting right there. God, I wanted to hide under my chair.

DrBob appears not to have gotten the message yet.

Song du jour of the day is, um, I Don’t Want to Grow Up, by Tom Waits.


Yes. I am boring.

Because the DVD-rental place is about to close down, I’m renting DVDs lately. Yesterday there were three: Big Fish, where one character had a fair bit in common with my dad; the Lemony Snicket thing, about some orphans; and De-Lovely, about musicals, of which my mom and I were/are both huge fans. So I didn’t actually set out to rent DVDs that would remind me of my dead parents, it just sort of happened that way. And by the end of the day I was um, pretty pensive and not feeling much like writing.

Today no DVDs. Which is stupid, because time is running out! Also, it’s not like I did anything else useful today. I did get a phone call from the new webmaster, though, about a problem with uploading new stuff. Tomorrow’s the Sisters of Mercy concert (woot!) so I’ll be in the city anyway, so I’m going to go see him and help him try to sort it out. It’s just too bad I can’t be all Schadenfreud-y, though – hah! They need me after all! – because I really like the new webmaster and can’t find it in me to wish him any misfortune. Hell, he has my old job, that’s misfortune enough right there.

Which is terribly unprofessional of me to say, isn’t it? Especially after they already got miffed at me for being um… excessively candid? Remind me not to tell any prospective employers that I blog.

Such a sad, pathetic, half-assed entry. I should be talking about the German mommy wars, since I’m right here in it, but I have to organize my thoughts first. I still have the Newsweek article about it, and have been wanting to point out the key, crucial point that Newsweek missed. And of course I have all kinds of thoughts about how it ties into so many current problems and ultimately points to a single fact: the world’s economists desperately need to be lined up and shot. Quick, before they do even more damage.

Or about books! It really is just a weird coincidence, I totally didn’t do it on purpose, but right around Easter I read/am reading both “The Big Over Easy” and “The Hollow Chocolate Bunnies of the Apocalypse.” Isn’t that weird?

Oh, and we’re seeing Ignatz’s therapist tomorrow. Should be interesting.


Foggy brain

I can’t think anymore. I read three things today which seemed totally unrelated, but seen in the light of eachother, threw up some very interesting connections. But it had to do with the current political situation in the U.S., which is so dense and complicated and rife with assumptions that I don’t really have the language to question, that I can’t articulate the point I wanted to make, even though I spent most of the evening writing about it. They’re here, and here, and here, if you want to try to see what I saw. If you don’t want, hey, I understand.

DrBob is an academic, and therefore, basically, a professional arguer. You would think that hanging out with someone like that would be a good way to sharpen your own arguing skills, but it hasn’t worked that way for me. My avoidance skills have improved immensely, but my arguing muscles have atrophied. I got in a discussion over Michael Moore with a friend a few weeks ago, and found myself floundering when he started putting words in my mouth – insisting that I was making a point I had no intention of making. I’m so easily confused lately.

Oh yes, and poor DrBob? Look, I’m trying not to be superficial here, but ick. Maybe if he hadn’t insisted on showing me his stitches…

Song du jour of the day: Jerk It Out. Caesars.


ho hum

Wow, well I’ve been really busy, but with all boring stuff like homework. Also, while I was being busy with boring stuff, my house went and got dirty again. Still scratching my head over that one.

I think I’m disoriented because I was really too busy to pay any attention to the holiday, but it happened anyway, with the attendant two weeks’ vacation for my kids. Our routine is shot to hell, and all this stuff I’ve been up to has not fit into any kind of framework, it’s just one thing happening after another, which feels chaotic. Especially since I haven’t been using my calendar.

DrBob is feeling better, thanks for all your well-wishing. He’s feeling a bit too better, if you ask me. He actually wanted to go play soccer yesterday, on the same day as he had surgery. And if you think this is a buncha middle-aged guys tottering around the park at dusk, you’re only half-right. Some of them do that, but DrBob comes home every friday with something horrible – a bruised rib last week, about six gashes on his shin the week before where someone with cleats landed on him repeatedly, a hernia last year – for DrBob, soccer is a blood sport. I had a helluva time talking him out of it. And now he’s all…um, frisky. He’s got a face like a catcher’s mitt and he wants to get it on. Jeez. I’m having trouble thinking up diplomatic ways to say ‘no effing way’.


that was horrible

but at least it’s over now. And DrBob’s upper lip is a bit swollen (he looks like a Simpson), so at least there’s some humor to be had from the situation.

Now let us pause for a brief interlude of uncontrollable sobbing.

I’ll get back to you.