If you have files on your computer that you might need in the future, but you’re not quite sure where to store them don’t keep them in your computer’s recycle bin. My husband emptied my recycle bin for me not to long ago. He thought he was doing me a favor, but I actually needed some of those files. Oh, well. You live and learn, apparently.
I’ve been editing my latest novel recently. Editing is hard work, but it needs to be done. I have books and books planned in my head, but I have to finish this one first.
Much like when I write, I like to listen to music when I edit. The editing music of choice this time is Little Elevator by Kirk Adams. If you don’t know that album, I feel sorry for you. You really should get to know it. Find out more about it here.
Just today my husband said, “Everyone writes stupid lyrics except for John Lennon and Kirk Adams.” If that’s not an endorsement I don’t know what is.
Just a quick note. The Mooch will start having a video component soon–as soon as I get my act together.
Sometimes when I go to my local grocery store I see a white family there who is raising a black girl. The girl is about five and every time I see them the girl’s skin looks all dry and ashy and her hair is dry and matted. I used to see families like this quite often when I went to college in Vermont and I always complained. If you’re going to adopt a child of a different ethnicity than yourself shouldn’t take some time to learn some simple things about how to care for that child. Can’t you see that your baby is ashy and something needs to be done about it? I just don’t understand.
In this day in age there are plenty of resources online to help white parents manage their black children’s hair. I look at some of these sites and they do a good job at explaining what to do about your child’s hair. My favorite site is Happy Girl Hair.
Today I was reading a post on Curly Nikki and she linked to a story about a white father who learned how to do his Ethiopian daughter’s hair. Even though he uses a plastic fork to make the parts he does a good job.
Once I applied for a job at the gym near my house. It was just a job at the front desk. Anyway, I waited and waited to hear back from them. When I finally received a letter in the mail from them it said something like, “Thank you for applying for the position. We’re sorry to inform you that we have no positions available. We were just trying to gauge the number of applications we’d receive if we did have a position available.”
What the heck is that all about? To this day it baffles me. I don’t think it’s true. I just think they didn’t want to hire me. No big deal, but why not send an average sorry-we’ve-already-filled-the-position letter? Who advertises for a job that doesn’t really exist? Craziness. I thought about it because I walked by that place today.
I went to a barbecue earlier this week. It was quite nice. I always like good food and good conversation and good food. At one point in the evening the conversation turned to Jane Austen. I can’t stand Jane Austen. I don’t understand the appeal at all. I’ve tried to read a few of her books and I just can’t do it and the movies…don’t even get me started. Anyway, I saw this video today on Feminist Mormon Housewives and I just had to post it. Apparently it was made by a YSA ward in LA. This is one way to make Jane Austen more interesting.
Recently in my quest for fitness, I’ve started doing chin-ups with my husband in the park. In this context chin-up means hanging from a bar and trying desperately to pull myself up, but not succeeding at all. I always thought I was strong, but it seems that I’m not strong enough. I need to start doing more strength building exercises. Maybe I could get the keys on my computer keyboard adjusted to provide me with some resistance while typing. That would make me stronger, wouldn’t it?
Despite the absolute failure my chin-up attempts are, I’m working some muscles. Who would’ve thought that just hanging from a bar would make you so sore?
I saw this video on White Readers Meet Black Authors and I thought it was funny, but I was shocked when I got to the end and realized it was a BYU video because I swear the guy curses in the middle of it. I watched again just to check and I swear the guy says F%$@ in the middle of this video. It seems strange that BYU would make a promotional video about using the Harold B. Lee Library with a swear word in the middle. Anyway, watch it and tell me, do you hear a swear word? What the heck is happening at BYU these days?
I’ve been learning to play the guitar recently. It’s really fun. There’s something about being really terrible at some things that pleases me. So far I’ve learned to play Fool on the Hill and Hallelujah terribly.
I’m currently working on Redemption Song. Part of learning to play these songs is learning the lyrics. I never realized how wrong I get lyrics much of the time. For example, I always that the first line of Redemption Song was “Old pirates yes they’re rabbi.” In reality Redemption song has nothing to do with a rabbi or rabbis pretending to be pirates or pirates dressed as rabbis. But doesn’t it sound like he’s saying old pirates yes they’re rabbi to you?
The American returned to his native country yesterday. It was a cloudy day that he began by loudly singing the Star Spangled Banner in the bath. Then he put on his suit complete with American flag pin, and we headed to the airport. In the car he talked about the beauty of his homeland and sang a few patriot songs.
He’s staying there with his mother to complete the final years of teenagehood. Here are some pictures I took at the airport.
Here’s a song too. Just for the fun of it.
Me: I think I’m going to sneeze.
My Husband: I love sneezing. It’s like the orgasm of the nose.
