Monthly Archives: July 2012
The Personal Is Political
The personal is political. That’s not the first thing that comes to most people’s minds when they hear the word “feminism.” They think equal rights, equal pay, and the right to choose. “The personal is political” might be second-wave feminism’s … Continue reading
Too Much
Nikki Giovanni is reading at Ocean Park at 4. A memorial service for John Mayhew starts at the Ag Hall at 5, with potluck and musicale to follow at 6. A friend is hosting a dessert party/house concert for a … Continue reading
Singing for Our Lives
We are a gentle, angry people and we are singing, singing for our lives . . . — Holly Near The spirituals choir sang at Union Chapel Saturday night. I knew it was going to be a good night when … Continue reading
Hot Ts
It’s been hot. How hot? Usually I do laundry when I run out of underwear. Yesterday I did laundry because I’d run out of tank tops and muscle Ts. There were only two regular Ts on the line, and no … Continue reading
Theme Park Farming
Long time ago, like about 1988, I had this idea: build a Martha’s Vineyard theme park in Falmouth. People could loll on virtual beaches, buy picture postcards and Black Dog T-shirts, and thrill to a hair-raising simulated moped ride on … Continue reading
Elizabeth at the Library
Saturday mornings in summer, downtown West Tisbury is as jammed as down-island with people and cars. The Farmers Market draws a mob scene to the Grange Hall every Saturday and Wednesday. This morning the mob scene was augmented by those … Continue reading
Powerless over T-Shirts
I admitted I was powerless over T-shirts a long time ago but that hasn’t stopped the inexorable growth of my collection. I don’t know how many T-shirts I have. My T-shirts don’t want to be counted. Maybe they’re afraid that … Continue reading
Dull Day
Warning: This post contains no photos. Nothing much happens in it either. And on top of that, it’s two days late. O brave ones, read on . . . Monday morning I awoke, as usual, a bit before six. Also … Continue reading
This Hope Thing
Sorry for the prolonged silence. The jerk who schedules my jobs booked me for two “crashes” — that’s publishing lingo for super-rushes — both of which had to be done yesterday. The hardcopy proofread made it to the UPS Store … Continue reading
June License Plate Report
A quality haul, if not a huge one: Idaho, Georgia, and Missouri. The map now has a belt across its midsection, and the East Coast is finally complete. Why does it seem I spot Tennessee every time I turn around? … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 