All the boring stuff my friends don't want to hear about. Lucky You!
ahhhhhh! I feel like I am still superloud and teenage mouth, but also I know I have given ground on some subjects. I feel that I have not changed, at least not in the respects of giving up and/or giving in. but sometimes I do feel like I’ve got no place to go, I’m not gonna lie.
In the US, abortion is framed as a deeply moral and highly emotional issue. In the public imagination, the choice to have an abortion is a wrenching one, one that often leaves women feeling emotionally fragile for months and years afterward. No doubt this is sometimes the case. But for many women, my friend included, it is not a wrenching or painful decision, but an easy and obvious and matter of fact one.
But we don’t have a cultural script for those women. When women speak publicly about their abortions – which, given the stigma around abortion, happens very rarely – we expect them to speak with reverence, not relief. We expect to hear stories of excruciating indecision, not of easy, obvious choices. We don’t have a blueprint for women who weren’t wracked with indecision, women who felt emotional attachment neither to the fetus nor to the decision to terminate it. And as a result, we also lack a script for supportive friends that doesn’t somehow frame abortion as a tragic illness.
(via cassalass)
what my life looked like.
“Don’t take what they give you, take what you want.”
Al Davis was a crazy bastard, but he knew how to get what he wanted. I just love this quote.
I had a conversation with my father tonight about the miserly tendencies of the Philadelphia Eagles organization as a whole, and his response was that he’s been following the franchise his entire life, and Jeffrey Lurie looks like some kind of outrageous spendthrift in light of the previous owners’ mentalities…beginning with Leonard Tose, who supposedly won the franchise in a card game.
I am constantly bitching about how cheap they are (see: Brian Dawkins, David Akers, possibly DeSean Jackson) but wasn’t really thinking about it in an historical context.
So that’s it. We’re screwed. We’ve spent a fortune on an extremely talented QB who is consistently hurt because of his own pride and an offensive line that leaks like a sieve, and corner that is great to have but is doing nothing. They have all their eggs in a Vick/Asomugha/DRC basket, and nothing is gelling.
Damnit, Eagles. I had hopes for my fall season. Get your shit together. I cannot be drunk every Sunday night for the next 13 weeks!
So, reading a “25 greatest” list on SI’s sports blog (as you do) I was looking at the years that each event (match, game, race, whatever) occurred and I was struck by how short a time ago 2006 was. I started thinking about where I was when this particular golfing meltdown took place, and I realized that I wasn’t working where I thought I was, and I wasn’t with the guy I thought I was dating. I was living in a house with crazy people and was dating a crazy person and I had all kinds of madness going on. That year was just that…pure madness.
When does golf season end? Was I still in that cavernous house in Mendenhall, coming home to my roommates’ friends and wild drunken parties and all night poker games? Was I still at Castle, hating everything about that place and going out every night to bitch and conspire and get housed with my coworkers? Was I on 30th Street, safely ensconced at the cable company, with all my neighbors thinking I was a drug dealer because I came home at 2 AM every morning in a brand-new Acura? Or was I already in Las Vegas, going to sit’n go poker tournaments and club openings and running and drinking and smoking and being 26?
So much has happened in five years, and it seems like not long and also so long ago. I should have said “No” more often, but maybe I should also have said “Yes” more often, too (albeit to different things). What if I had never gotten up the nerve to leave Las Vegas and tell Pablo never to call me again? What if I hadn’t gotten busted? What if I took the job at Martin, or accepted the job with the mortgage company?
What if I hadn’t made a thousand bad decisions that year? I am lucky to say that a few of them turned out for the better, a few seemed wrong but turned out to be right, and still more of them I wouldn’t change…because they make for some great stories now. I am in a much better place, but there are some things I miss about having a life that is full of (constant!) surprises, however exhausting and disorienting it may be. Either way, I’m glad this was five years ago and not last year. It took a long time to recover.
it is so. the more i listen, the more I realize.
I remember being at Merriweather Post Pavilion and having him do the whole thing.
I was never the same.
it sucks.
and it hurts.
and it is always so weird to be back here.
I’m still fighting it.
Good morning.
What a class act. He will be sorely, sorely missed. Good luck in SF, #2!
