7.27.2007   procrastination & wisdom from biju

I'm writing (barely) a paper and Biju has thoughtfully provided me with a title (via procrastination chatter) that is so applicable to life—but, alas, not this paper:

The Online Family and Collective Health : how a gross misapproximation of one's friends' interest in one's offspring can perpetuate a sense of extreme well-being by Anastasia Kirtiklis

Mmmm. So good. Still working out August, but retreating west to see dear olds, and to retreat. More, when the paper is done.

8.5.2007   more on biju wisdom

The paper is very done. I'm still recovering from the last two weeks, but am in a very different place, which is refreshing. Very.

Bij is one of the few who understand how I feel about people with kids. It has little to do with them, and everything to do with me. I won't go into this, because I'm too tired to think clearly, but suffice it to say that I'm sensitive to watching the dynamics of people carving themselves into their children, antigone style, while tooting the horn of parenthood is next to godlihood. I find it painful. This says more about me than them. & let this not get me in trouble with my many friends with kids. Mostly we've had this discussion anyway, so don't sit quietly and fume. call me up on it. I could write an addendum to Ulug's because you don't have kids (“cause I don't want kids”), but that time will not likely permit.

I'm tired. I hope this doesn't sound cranky. I do have a beautiful story about parenting that I must share, since I'm in judgment mode. Soon. That is, after all, why I'm here.

Love,
A

8.7.2007   just cause i don't want them...

doesn't mean i don't like them. they are especially grand for a visit. J's a bit fussed about his itchy allergies, which have caused that cute face to go red:

“Always a Godmother, never a God.” —fran liebowitz