There's this John Mayer song that really pisses me off. I think it won a grammy. It's called "Daughters", and it's all about how bad fathers mess their daughters up so that nice guys like John Mayer aren't able to fix them (you can look it up if you want to hear it or read the lyrics--it angers me too much to look for a link). You know, I see a lot ( Read more... )

In this userpic, I'm 13 and at Disneyland in California. I have a mad crush on my 25-year-old red-haired, Irish, Harley-riding co-worker. Because I am thirteen and closeted (and know this would be hopeless even if not because I'm pretty sure she's straight, and also 25), this crush manifests itself as admiration, emulation. To all appearances, this ( Read more... )

So, in June, as you may or may not know, I went to California to help my mother pack up her house and move her belongings and animals to New Mexico. See, a few years ago, Madre achieved one of her lifelong dreams of having a log cabin, but before now, she could only spend summers there as she was a teacher in California the rest of the time. Now ( Read more... )

On the Saturday of Readercon, a lot of things happened, and I intend to tell you more about them all later, but for now, a small detail:

After a full day of mischief and merriment, the crepuscular hour was upon us, and I found myself at ckd's birthday party having a lovely chat with csecooney, pattytempleton, and sevenravens. Now, if you have never spent any time with these women, ( Read more... )

Posting from a coffee shop in the tiny town Madre just moved to. Unsure how often I'll be able to come here, though, so posting may be variable. It's really beautiful here and madre's house feels like a bed and breakfast ( Read more... )

Awake. Terrible seep on the beds at this Motel, but that was mitigated by the fact that Madre's incredibly skittish dog, Maisie, suddenly accepted me as part of her pack yesterday. This dog is extremely shy and scared of EVERYONE. It took her ike two years to let Madre touch her, and Madre is one of two or three people who's allowed that privilege ( Read more... )

ETA: Um, not doing the Walk For Hunger, as have injured my own ankle now. *sigh*

It sounds more elegant with a French article in front of it, right? Okay, so, some items:

*I'm doing the Walk for Hunger on Sunday. I am always a bit weirded out by the whole idea of pledge walks. It's not like it's a sacrifice, and I'm only doing it to raise money. ( Read more... )

Is anyone else even up and reading LJ at this hour? Whatever. I'm awake and strangely energetic, so I'm posting anyway ( Read more... )

Pictures and so forth will come later, but here's the trip outline in plus/minus format ( Read more... )

I'm very lucky in a lot of ways, and one of the most excellent ones is that I really get along with my immediate family. I can remember being in high school, and telling a friend that I didn't think my sister and I would really ever be close. I'm happy to say I was dead wrong about that. Even though we didn't have much obviously in common when we ( Read more... )