Monday, January 19, 2009

We shall continue to overcome

This is a fascinating little video of an interview with MLK, Jr., in 1964, speaking about the possibility of a black president of the U.S. God bless the man whose faith in humanity made him one of the greatest civil rights leaders of all time. I know he will be looking down on all of us with a smile on Tuesday.

I will not be "blogging the 'Naug," as I plan to enjoy it from the warmth of my home. Since I missed the boat on buying tickets, I am not willing to sit for 6 to 10 hours in the freezing cold just to watch the show on a jumbotron. I feel bad about "missing history," but actually, I feel very much a part of it all. Even yesterday, Sunday, I sang in a special MLK/Inaugural church service downtown, and after singing a few spirituals, the choir processed down the aisle to close the service with the hymn, "We Shall Overcome." This hymn always makes me cry just to hear it, so singing it was a near impossibility for me. As I stood beside a pew during the last verse, a congregation member reached out and took my hand. A few seconds later, the preacher urged all of us to do the same, and within seconds, the whole church was holding hands and singing this spiritual anthem. It was beautiful.

Happy New Era, America!

Thursday, January 8, 2009

It's time for me to step up and help the economy

I had trouble getting dressed this morning. Here were Mr. P's reactions to each outfit I tried on, in chronological order:

-"That skirt is really short. It looks like you're going club'ing."

-"That dress with that sweater under it makes you look like a German theater actress from the 80's." (I'm not sure where he got that, but it was true.)

-"Yeah! That works!" (I walk into the sunlight) "Oh, wait; no, it doesn't."

-"Your boobs are busting out of that shirt."

-"Don't you have any normal pants?"

Why, no, no, I don't!! Take me shopping!!

Facebook is giving me social anxiety

Reasons why I am almost over Facebook:

1. Nearly half of my high school graduating class is on now, and they are my "friends." Why are they suddenly my friends when I only had, oh, I dunno, about a dozen real friends when we were all in school together? It may sound cold, but I really don't care about most of these women. I haven't seen the majority of them since graduation, and no one has ever bothered to send notes to the alumnae magazine, so why should I suddenly be interested? Also, it's going to be much more difficult to avoid my 20 year high school reunion.

2. Now that my high school class is one big happy group of friends, I get to hear all about their exciting (read: boring) lives and their adorable (read: um, yeah) little children. Look, I don't lead an exciting life either, but I don't want to hear the details of the lives of unexciting strangers.

2.a. Just so that you know I am not a total curmudgeon, there are a few women I care about from my high school.

3. My senior year prom date is on Facebook, but he has not friended me. He has friended my friends. He has friended my former best friend who stabbed me in the back senior year, and he has friended my friend who stole him from me a few weeks after prom when the senior class went to Destin, FL, but I stayed behind. She shacked up with him on some boat down there. He lives in Ohio now.

4. One of my former boyfriends from college has been hanging out in my Friend Suggestion box for weeks now. "Boyfriend" may be a generous term for someone whom I casually dated for a few months sophomore year and coldly sloughed off because I was both insecure about boys (I know), and his friends annoyed me. It's true. I broke up with this nice boy because he had this best friend who was really super annoying and always hanging out with us. One of my college friends "suggested" him to me on FB (not the annoying friend), and I'm sure he did the same to the guy by suggesting me, so I'm waiting to see if former "boyfriend" will make his move. So far, it's an impasse. But I figure, as long as he doesn't even have a profile picture, I don't need to friend him.

5. I'm tired of seeing the status updates of my performer "friends" who work all the time. "OMG:got an audition!" "OMG: read my great review!" "OMG: my latest album won a ____ award!" Shut up, performing artists with work.

6. My parents are on FB. All FOUR of them. Enough said.

I can't just stop visiting Facebook to avoid this general awkwardity. I do enjoy seeing many of my friends there as well as snooping on others whom I wouldn't otherwise know what they're doing. I can see where internet social interaction is like real social interaction: both make me passive aggressive.