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Monday Miscellany: vacation edition! July 27, 2009

Filed under: cooking is vegan (of course),Monday Miscellany,politics — lagusta @ 3:29 pm

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Oh, speaking of time off: if you’re going to be at the M. Ward show in Athens, Georgia today or Nashville tomorrow, come by the merch table and say hello to yours truly, whose sweetheart has put her to work selling swag!

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Girlfriend vacations are the best. Oh, I miss you two already so much!

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Hey, the owner of the Rosendale Café (nope! See below!) has a rad blog all about Rosendale!

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You’ve probably already heard about this stupidity, but in case not: Barneys’ windows decorated with the oh-so-edgy “Drop Dead Gorgeous” theme, complete with fake blood and mannequins in contorted poses.

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My friend-of-two-friends Amelia (two otherwise unrelated pals who are both pals with Amelia: don’t you love it when that happens?) is having a solo show in Seattle, how freaking rad does it look? “Hollywood Depicted in Needlepoint and Lace”–I don’t even quite know what that means, but it’s just my style, I can tell.

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Thanks, Obama! (thanks, for real, to Ilene for the tip)

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Monthly vegan cooking competition in Chelsea NYC! (thanks Nelson!)

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OK, I’m way too snotty to have an iPhone app telling me what’s vegan at horrid trash chain restaurants (though I ate trash hash browns at Waffle House the other day and was happy I didn’t know where on the griddle they were cooked….I was in Virginia, can you blame me? They were great!), but if you travel in non-vegan friendly places it might be useful—and it has a list of vegan wines & beers!

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And an inspiring ending:

Why I adore my mentor Selma: she is gathering the archives of Bloodroot to be archived at Yale, and had this to say about it:

“We are very absorbed in the stuff with Yale, gathering all these memories, letters, writings, photos.  Very strange. I find it somewhat depressing.  Carolanne [her partner] thinks  it is about mortality; I think it feels like a bad thing to spend so much effort on the past, when what I require is new creation for the present and future…”

Selma’s about 73 years old. Every day I’m heartened to know someone who is so stimulated by new discoveries and projects.

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superchunkie locopoppy mergey vintage shoppy magnetic fieldy spoony obersty wardy fun fun — and shoes too! July 25, 2009

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Hmm. So I was wrong about that “having a lot of time to blog” thing: as it turns out, I’ve been having fun instead of sitting in front of the computer! Imagine that. Summery fun in the North Carolina (and Philly, and tourbussy) sun! And I’ve got five more days before the iron curtain of work casts its looming shadow over my life—what a gift.

You can follow the summery fun link above if for some reason you want to follow my little adventures, but I have to get something off my chest here: shoes.

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More shoes. And you know what? Now that I’ve come clean about my horrible shoe collection to the internet, I feel the need to admit (and possibly atone or tithe or something) every time I buy a new pair. So I’d planned to blog these weird femmy shiny hurty rather officey green mofos, and, um…these other Target-bought-at-the-Salv ones,

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when today I acquired these.

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My awesome travellin’ pal Mary is sporting the black flats here, the bizarro scroungy vintagey mismatchey blues are my 1-hour-old (to me, at least) FORTY-NINTH pair of shoes. Actually…they might be number 50. I’ve sort of lost track!

All three of the newbies are too small, in truth. Why does the world keep pumping out size 8 shoes that I keep buying when my size is truly 8.5-9?

Luckily, I have a shoe stretcher.

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Yes, it’s actually a shoe widener, which I don’t ever need, but it does a pretty good job of stretching out shoes lengthwise too. And I inherited it, how neat is that? Yeah, money from my grandma would have been nice, but a house full of vintage things like shoe wideners, candlesticks, linen tablecloths, and handmade lace is pretty rad too. For some reason I’ve had all this in boxes for the past fifteen years, and lately I’ve been beginning the excavation.

Treasures! They’re everywhere.

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Monday Miscellany July 20, 2009

Filed under: Monday Miscellany — lagusta @ 9:28 pm

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The weirdness of Google Alerts never fails to amaze me—what exactly is this thing that shares my name? I can’t figure it out.

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I’m a huge “person is political” sort of person, but Derrick Jensen makes some 100% spot-on points in this article all about the flawed idea that if we all just take shorter showers and compost or whatever we’re actually doing something to combat the massive, systematic hideosities inherent in our current way of living on every level. While I agree with him absolutely and was pretty much blinded by the dazzling brilliance of the piece, nothing says that you can’t work to change society from the root up and compost, right?

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Silk sucks! I think I’m the only vegan in the world who never ever uses soymilk (I don’t eat cereal, and I don’t like the taste in baking), so when all my pals suddenly started talking about how Silk (which everyone seems to agree is the best soymilk on the market) was mysteriously not organic one day I didn’t really listen—but what a mess it’s become, argh.

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I’ve got a recipe up (and am called a cutie pie) over at Girlie Girl Army–check it! I know, I know, they are so….femmy! But, as I said in a comment when Kevin expressed surprise at seeing it, “I thought about it thusly: if I don’t like that they embrace, say, Skinny Bitch, what better way for them to change than by embracing, say, me? I want all those girlie girls to buy feminist chocolates, yes I do!” And now I’m quoting myself from a blog post two posts down from this post.

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That’s all for this week, darlings—I’m taking off on a little vacation tomorrow. Weirdly, I anticipate beaucoup de blogging, as it’s a visiting-Jacob vacation, which means time to screw around on the internet while he works. Fun!

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reistance indeed. July 18, 2009

Filed under: chocolate — lagusta @ 9:32 am

OK, so maybe it’s not always best to try to do cute little projects very late at night when your mind isn’t as sharp as it could be.

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I know that now.

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affirmation/emancipation proclamation of self-determination in order to facilitate resiliency when faced with idiocy July 17, 2009

Filed under: self-titled — lagusta @ 10:56 pm

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Dear no one you know:

I know that my mere presence makes you feel guilty about the choices you’ve made in your life. This doesn’t mean that you can be passive aggressive and snide to me just because I remind you that a person can be happy and fulfilled while also being highly ethical and taking the hard path you are too weak to follow.

Dear Lagusta:

Whilst hanging out with above person, remember that “when you’re in the right you can afford to keep your temper, and when you’re in the wrong you can’t afford to lose it.”

Repeat under breath as needed.

Go forth!

[Related: this can also work as an affirmation to all those fucks who are all "I don't eat much meat..." when all you want to do is eat a damn vegan meal in peace. How annoying are those people???]

 

workin’ it! July 14, 2009

Filed under: chocolate — lagusta @ 9:19 pm

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Just a housekeeping note:

YO!!! You there! You can now become a fan of Lagusta’s Luscious Bluestocking Bonbons on, you know, Facebook! And you can go there & chat all about how rad they are & all that.

I sorta loathe the idea of mixing my foul-mouthed Facebook grumpy self with my sweet sweet business, but it had to be done. See you there!

 

everyone awesome loves Howard Zinn, end of story. July 14, 2009

Heya sweethearts!

As is my custom, I will balance out my intense screaming anger below with this sweet post.

Look at this box!

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It made my day of lawn mowing and housecleaning and Sotomayor-whining all sparkly and lovely for two reasons:

1) How stoked would you be to get your gorgeous screen printed t-shirts in a box with a Howard Zinn quote on it? I’d be super duper stoked. Even better:

2) This quote has been my email signature for years (I think I copied it out of the Zinn Reader, but I can’t find it right now), and even if it’s not true, I’m going to say that the super radical (on all levels) screen printing VG Kids peeps, from whence this box comes, were first pointed to its wonderfulness by me when I ordered some super rad pins (yeah yeah, I have to order more so you can buy them, I know!! It’s on my list!) from them in 2007. This quote gets around, I tell ya: once I did a Freecycle deal with a cute local girl, then the next time I saw her post on the Freecycle list she had the quote in her email too. I think that’s wonderful–we all need more inspirational Howard Zinn in our lives. Anyway, even if the VG Kids didn’t get the quote from me, I’m still overjoyed that they found it and put it on their boxes. Oh, small lovely companies, how you do my heart proud.

Spread the word: use VG Kids for your printing needs! Order all your swag from them, bands and companies and festivals! They are in Michigan and lovely to work with and political as all get out.

 

the sotomayor problem July 14, 2009

Filed under: politics — lagusta @ 1:40 pm

Poor poor Sonia Sotomayor! The right is being so mean to her! So UNFAIR! So RACIST! Waaah waaah waah.

I’m so fucking tired of this shit.

Here’s how it goes,

EVERY. TIME.

Without. Fail:

The quote unquote “left” (I use the term here to refer actually to the right middle, which is what the “left” is these days) picks some milquetoast shitass candidate for something. President or supreme court or dogcatcher or whatevs. And because the left is so in-fucking-clusive, they (note that I do not use “we”) increasingly pick someone of color, or someone with a vag, and that’s all well and good. (and they always, ALWAYS, have to be calm calm calm. God forbid we get an uppity Puerto Rican or an angry black man in office! The world would END!) Of course it is. We are a nation filled with peeps of color, over half of whom have innies instead of outies, and of course we should be picking candidates from the widest possible spectrum of people. Sane people have known this from the beginning of time, but it’s taken us like 2,000 years to come around to it because we’re pretty much idiots. But now we’re slowly getting there, and enough about that.

So the “left” picks someone, in this case a Nuyorican, and hooray hooray. Blah blah. It’s humiliating that this is a victory, etc.

The constant, consistent problem, of course, is that maybe because of her skin tone and gender or maybe just because, these candidates are always, without fail, CRAP. Because that’s all the left knows how to do: pick up crap.

I’m not saying Sotomayor is a Bushie or anything. All my reading points to the same thing over and over: she’s a centrist. And let’s be clear about what that means: Sonia Sotomayor will do nothing but uphold and confirm corporations’ consolidation and centralization of power and wealth and the continuing shitting upon of working people* —you know that, right? You’re a smart cookie, dearest blog reader, you must know that.

So instead of the left screaming about how WE WANT A SUPREME COURT JUSTICE WHO STANDS UP FOR US! For our values of hard work and not getting fucked over by the corporate consolidation of power that completely and totally pwns and owns us on a daily basis until we are so ground down we want to lay down and die!

Instead of doing our democratic duty and fucking screaming and protesting and FORCING our government (OUR GOVERNMENT, not The Government We’ve Decided Not To Care About Because Michelle Obama Seems So Hip And I Really Like Her Belts And Flats And Is It Just Me, or is Malia Obama Just Growing Up Right Under Our Noses?) to do what we want because we OWN IT, what do we do?

We get upset because the lunatic right isn’t treating this craptastic Supreme Court nominee nicely enough.

We do it EVERY TIME. The right, people. Let’s think about this. Who are these right wingers? We know who they are.

Liars, godfreaks, misogynists, racists, sublimated gays with raging homophobic complexes, rich white dudes, heartless fucks, literal human trash, that’s who we’re dealing with here. And we’re surprised when they lie, godfreak out, hate women and people of color and LGBTQ and poor people? WHY? Why are we surprised?

I honestly don’t understand it. Of course the work of calling idiots out on their idiocy needs to be done. But it often seems to be all the left does. I understand the impulse of a vaguely well-meaning (which is what the left is these days, vaguely well-meaning dolts) person getting what little outrage their tiny little Obama-voting brain is capable of going when one of these trashpeople says just what you’d expect a trashperson to say. I get that.

But when it’s all you talk about, always, forever, endlessly, when the entire mediablogtwittercomplex devotes itself exclusively to counter attacks when we should be talking about what WE WANT AND WHAT WE DESERVE,

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it just makes me a little upset, OK? That we’ve let the right define the terms of the debate, and that we’re always on the defensive.

It stinks, and I’m over it.

And you know what? I can hear all my sweet, kind, well-meaning Obama-voting friends saying: “But he’s in a tough place. He’s a politician. He can’t make big sweeping changes overnight, he’s got to work for goals he can actually get accomplished with a very uncooperative and combatitive other side….”

…and their voices just drone on and on in my ears, and I’m slowly backing away, thinking about, like, uh, lolcats and ice cream and vintage pink dresses or whatever happy, non-explosive place I can get myself to before responding.

Because no one seems to understand it anymore. Here’s how I was always taught it worked:

You work hard to elect the candidate you believe in.

That candidate always loses.

So you’re stuck with some chump, and instead of understanding their pain or whatever the fuck everyone tries to do these days, you PUSH THEM. You get all Jewy and you nag and niggle and email and call and protest and scream and yell and make signs and tattoo your forehead and make them listen to you, not the corporations that paid their way into office, not the special interest groups that own them, not the political establishment that limits their imagination and scope.

Democracy, you know?

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*Yeah, I took that from my Facebook status update for today. What are you going to do about it? I’m workin’ it across several media networky platforms, yo.

 

Monday Miscellany: serious is the random July 12, 2009

Filed under: i heart feminists,Monday Miscellany — lagusta @ 5:05 pm

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Rasta resto in B-more!

David Byrne’s blog is everything a blog should be: smart and informed and stylish and personal. I don’t know exactly that our interests overlap so much, but I’m still really liking it, and how nice is that?

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I’m always curious about what everyone is doing with their pubes, aren’t you? Of course. So you’ll be as interested as I was to read this Feministing thread all about this very topic. I don’t understand how people can spend all this time shaving and waxing and shit—who has the time?

AND! You know how I’m shaving my legs these days? WTF, leg hair—can we talk? Why do you reappear in mere minutes after shaving? I know it’s weird that I’m only starting to shave my legs at age 31, but I really thought I wouldn’t have to shave, like, every day. Between constant stubble and that I refuse to shave above my knee, my legs are pretty ridiculous looking still, which hasn’t stopped everyone in my life from being stunned/amazed that I’m shaving at all.

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Heirloom bean blog! Super fascinating.

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HOLY FUCKING SHIT. Wow wow wow wow wow wow puke puke wow wow. (via TBTL!)

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Want to hear the cutest thing my moms has ever said?
“When I was younger I tried to suppress my optimistic nature, because I wanted to be an existentialist. But now I don’t try anymore.” Aww—how adorable is it to have a mom who wanted to be an existentialist when she was a kid?

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Another Feministing find, isn’t this quote beautiful?:

War is easy to abhor, but it takes a serious passion to unravel the tangles of financial manipulations and to understand the pain of sweatshop workers or displaced farmers. And maybe this is what heroism looks like nowadays: occasionally high-profile heroism in public but mostly just painstaking mastery of arcane policy, stubborn perseverance year after year for a cause, empathy with those who remain unseen, and outrage channeled into dedication.

Totes.

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I can’t wait to see this movie about women surfers. The trailer is just about the most rad thing I’ve ever seen.

Onward!

 

song for sunshine July 10, 2009

Filed under: self-titled — lagusta @ 3:58 pm

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I haven’t really been paying much attention to my life lately. Midsummer, all that. I’ve been mastering the art of not giving weight to problems and annoyances and watching them fade away.* It’s been difficult to align all my synapses to do real work, so I haven’t been. Somehow chocolates still are getting made, food is still getting cooked and delivered. It’ll work out OK.

Usually I take pride in pushing my life—not just crossing off items on a to do list, but working to move the big things along too. Not being passive. Gathering up my strength and energy. Doing it. Balls out. Go!

But I’m sleepy and quiet and lazy these days. It’s the middle of July and I’m in full heat-seeking mode—eating lunch on the back patio with the sun streaming all around, just the way I like it. If my sweetheart were home we would do that thing we’ve been doing for twelve years: finding the spot where the sun and shade split, so he can sit in the cool shade and I can feel the sun pouring down on me. We do it without thinking most of the time: when feeling our way to the best picnic or rest stop, we automatically look for that curtain that will give each of us what we want out of summertime.

What I’ve been thinking about a lot, while hiding from the to-do list—the kimchi that needs to needs to be made for the winter with all this nice local cabbage, the pickling and freezing and planning I should be doing, the weeding and trimming and accounting and advertising (not to mention figuring out why like half my blog pictures don’t seem to show up for some people…)—is how much I want to be at Polihale with the one I love.

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Isn’t it weird when a place enters your consciousness and won’t leave? I won’t get a chance to visit Polihale for about six months, but I’ve been craving the feeling of home that beach gives me. I got all sappy about it here, at the very bottom, so I won’t get all emo on you again today.

All I want—what I keep thinking about, with a very pleasant achey longing—is to walk on this beach, holding the hand of the one I love and talking about everything in the world.

Soon. Soon.

Soon.

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In the meantime, I’m ignoring mostly everything. I’m putting on pretty dresses every day and wandering around town, humming under my breath, working on my posture, enjoying being alone and walking aimlessly, noticing flowers and new shops. Overhearing conversations, watching all the beautiful girls in their beautiful summertime clothes, sipping lemonade and wondering if I should stop for a taco.

I wouldn’t want to be this loose and free all the time. I like my focused, ultra-productive self—well, I like where it takes me. But if I can’t be at Polihale with my sweetheart, I’m thankful I can be in New Paltz in July, even solitary.

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*The Green Party minutes report: “Lagusta apologizes for enjoying her life and being a slacker of a Green. General consensus is that this is alright in light of the beautiful weather outside.”

 

 
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