tiny child alert
two very important things today!
1 it was free cone day at ben & jerry's. there's a shop on my way home so i stopped along with a lot of other people and waited in a long line and got a scoop of phish food (because a. chocolate fish! and b. coffee coffee buzz buzz buzz would keep me awake) and saw a guy walking a very fuzzy corgi puppy and all was right with the world.
2 there was an INTENSELY ADORABLE small child on the train home. she was wearing a puffy red jacket with little ears on the hood, making her look kind of like a puffy red bear. SO CUTE. SO SO CUTE. she was in a stroller and on the one hand i hate strollers on the t during rush hour because they take up so much space, but on the other i get that parents need to take public transportation like anyone else and sometimes they need to be on the train with their tiny children in strollers during rush hour. she was interested in my purse - she kept holding it with both hands, letting go, holding it again, kind of touching it, letting go, etc etc. her dad told her (gently) to stop and apologized to me but seriously, no big deal. eventually she decided the corner of my coat was more exciting, which was equally adorable until she tried to eat it. i said "don't eat that, you don't know where it's been". dad apologized again. it was still no big deal. i cannot stress enough how cute this tiny child was. she had a sister who was maybe four? who was sitting backwards on the seat - you know how little kids kneel on bus or train seats and look out the window? like that - and by the time i was getting ready to get off the train sister was facing front and they were blowing raspberries at each other. there was a woman standing on the other side of the stroller from me who asked dad how old the tiny child was and when he said she was one the woman said she had a one-year-old and at that age they just want to grab EVERYTHING. they were pretty well-behaved kids, all things considered. and CUTE. and dad was paying attention in case they acted up.
ok, there's a 3 - i'm at the part in the great kosher meat war of 1902 when the housewives of the lower east side are starting to protest high meat prices by boycotting the local butchers, and there are some altercations, and the cops are called out - there are a lot of ladies boycotting a lot of butchers - and at one altercation a cop is "slapped in the face with a moist piece of liver". as opposed to what, a dry piece of liver? that phrasing just cracked me right up. but also, ew.
so i realize st patrick's day was like three weeks ago, so this is a late link, but bear it in mind for next year - why the fugitive is a st patrick's day movie. i mean, aside from the scene where richard kimble is escaping gerard by weaving in and out of the marchers in the st patrick's day parade, and the camera gives you a nice aerial view of the green river.
you too can make tiny prints with a tiny 3-d printed press. this is so cute i cannot contain myself.
nike is making period shorts, by which i mean athletic shorts with an absorbent liner so you can wear them while you're on your period and not have to worry about leaks. they're not the kind of shorts that are supposed to replace pads or tampons or cups, but they're intended to make folks feel more secure about playing sports while bleeding from their nether bits.
Where we’re from, we know ballet as Dale Earnhardt
gliding through the traffic of Daytona; we know dance
as our hands moving across a table of drunk Miller Lites.
This is universal because I say it is. When my mother called
me Kayleb for the first time, I remembered the haunted house
on Clifton Hill, how she was tugged away by a hired actor.
I screamed until they took us out the fire escape. To care
is to call a name. To care is to call your mother’s name,
as your father pulls at her ankles. Dear Ma, you know your
hands were always too blue in the winter, strapping snow
chains onto the Ford Expedition. This is a happy memory
because it’s a memory. It is warmer now. Blame global
warming, blame the divorce. It doesn’t matter. All that
matters is the heat of the sun, and both being here to feel it.
--Kayleb Rae Candrilli, "Daytona 500"
1 it was free cone day at ben & jerry's. there's a shop on my way home so i stopped along with a lot of other people and waited in a long line and got a scoop of phish food (because a. chocolate fish! and b. coffee coffee buzz buzz buzz would keep me awake) and saw a guy walking a very fuzzy corgi puppy and all was right with the world.
2 there was an INTENSELY ADORABLE small child on the train home. she was wearing a puffy red jacket with little ears on the hood, making her look kind of like a puffy red bear. SO CUTE. SO SO CUTE. she was in a stroller and on the one hand i hate strollers on the t during rush hour because they take up so much space, but on the other i get that parents need to take public transportation like anyone else and sometimes they need to be on the train with their tiny children in strollers during rush hour. she was interested in my purse - she kept holding it with both hands, letting go, holding it again, kind of touching it, letting go, etc etc. her dad told her (gently) to stop and apologized to me but seriously, no big deal. eventually she decided the corner of my coat was more exciting, which was equally adorable until she tried to eat it. i said "don't eat that, you don't know where it's been". dad apologized again. it was still no big deal. i cannot stress enough how cute this tiny child was. she had a sister who was maybe four? who was sitting backwards on the seat - you know how little kids kneel on bus or train seats and look out the window? like that - and by the time i was getting ready to get off the train sister was facing front and they were blowing raspberries at each other. there was a woman standing on the other side of the stroller from me who asked dad how old the tiny child was and when he said she was one the woman said she had a one-year-old and at that age they just want to grab EVERYTHING. they were pretty well-behaved kids, all things considered. and CUTE. and dad was paying attention in case they acted up.
ok, there's a 3 - i'm at the part in the great kosher meat war of 1902 when the housewives of the lower east side are starting to protest high meat prices by boycotting the local butchers, and there are some altercations, and the cops are called out - there are a lot of ladies boycotting a lot of butchers - and at one altercation a cop is "slapped in the face with a moist piece of liver". as opposed to what, a dry piece of liver? that phrasing just cracked me right up. but also, ew.
so i realize st patrick's day was like three weeks ago, so this is a late link, but bear it in mind for next year - why the fugitive is a st patrick's day movie. i mean, aside from the scene where richard kimble is escaping gerard by weaving in and out of the marchers in the st patrick's day parade, and the camera gives you a nice aerial view of the green river.
you too can make tiny prints with a tiny 3-d printed press. this is so cute i cannot contain myself.
nike is making period shorts, by which i mean athletic shorts with an absorbent liner so you can wear them while you're on your period and not have to worry about leaks. they're not the kind of shorts that are supposed to replace pads or tampons or cups, but they're intended to make folks feel more secure about playing sports while bleeding from their nether bits.
Where we’re from, we know ballet as Dale Earnhardt
gliding through the traffic of Daytona; we know dance
as our hands moving across a table of drunk Miller Lites.
This is universal because I say it is. When my mother called
me Kayleb for the first time, I remembered the haunted house
on Clifton Hill, how she was tugged away by a hired actor.
I screamed until they took us out the fire escape. To care
is to call a name. To care is to call your mother’s name,
as your father pulls at her ankles. Dear Ma, you know your
hands were always too blue in the winter, strapping snow
chains onto the Ford Expedition. This is a happy memory
because it’s a memory. It is warmer now. Blame global
warming, blame the divorce. It doesn’t matter. All that
matters is the heat of the sun, and both being here to feel it.
--Kayleb Rae Candrilli, "Daytona 500"