STOP!
Public transportation can be frustrating even in the best of times. And usually I can just blow it off. But not today.
I saw the C-11 bus pulling past my stop as I came out of the car park this morning (we have private parking for our flat). That's not unusual so I figured I'd get the 189 or the next C-11. As I was standing on the sidewalk, trying to cross the road to my stop, I saw the 189 in the distance. Score!
There was a small break in the traffic so that I could run across just before the bus was getting to my stop. I was waving my arms to let the bus driver know to stop.
AND HE DIDN'T. That's right. I signalled to him that I wanted the bus. But he kept going.
I am not one to curse, but I just let out a storm. What a "!$£(*%*(£!!!!!
So today, I went back to the train, which I made just in time. And somehow it wasn't over-crowded too much so I didn't have to squeeze in or yell to get people to move, which is the reason why I stopped going on the train. So maybe, at least this week, I'll go back and try the train out again. Cause I am that pissed off at the buses today.
27 November 2007
26 November 2007
Gotta get me a shot
I don't have much fear about getting Delhi Belly. I have quite a strong stomach, I'll be in good hands and I barely felt a twinge of anything the last time I went to India for two weeks. Maybe I was born with a lot of good bacteria that does strong work or something.
But I did have a HUGE fear of having to get injections as a preventative measure. Cause I didn't get them before my last trip and my husband was 'highly encouraging' me to go get them this time.
When I was much younger, a small girl, I developed a phobia about needles and bees. My dad and I think that somehow they are connected (sting/needle...it works). I would scream bloody murder if a bee flew anywhere near me. But it was worse for my parents if I had to go to the doctors.
One year, I found out that I was going to be getting an injection. Probably one of those things that you have to get every few years or so. I don't know why they did it, but they left me on my own in the examining room. There was a huge black plastic bin for garbage. When the nurse returned to give me my shot, I wasn't visible. Yes, that's right, I was in hiding in the bin. I cared more about getting a shot than about getting into garbage.
As I got older, I continued to have problems with shots. As a sophomore in college, I was required to get another MMR as my generation's shot didn't 'take' or something like that. I went in, trying to be calm. And I was. But after I left the room, I sat down and passed out. I could see the black veil coming over my eyes. It wasn't a good feeling.
I decided once I began to teach and had to help with a blood drive that I needed to get over it. And the only way was to actually give blood. I have a desirable blood type, so it made sense. The first time, I both passed out and threw up. I still feel sorry for the nurses who had to deal with me for one hour. The next time, I just passed out. And it got better and better. I was still anxious, still felt a bit sick/dizzy, but I felt that I had beaten this phobia through the power of CBT.
So now, three years after having not gotten a shot or given blood (not sure why), I had to go and get injections for India. And the fear returned. Would I pass out? Would I get sick?
Well...I did some of my old breathing and self-talk stuff...and I was fine. Yes, I was anxious, but I didn't even feel a touch dizzy. But man, that Typhoid injection really, really hurts later on...I could barely move my arm for two days and even now, a few more days later, I can feel the site where the shot took place!
I don't have much fear about getting Delhi Belly. I have quite a strong stomach, I'll be in good hands and I barely felt a twinge of anything the last time I went to India for two weeks. Maybe I was born with a lot of good bacteria that does strong work or something.
But I did have a HUGE fear of having to get injections as a preventative measure. Cause I didn't get them before my last trip and my husband was 'highly encouraging' me to go get them this time.
When I was much younger, a small girl, I developed a phobia about needles and bees. My dad and I think that somehow they are connected (sting/needle...it works). I would scream bloody murder if a bee flew anywhere near me. But it was worse for my parents if I had to go to the doctors.
One year, I found out that I was going to be getting an injection. Probably one of those things that you have to get every few years or so. I don't know why they did it, but they left me on my own in the examining room. There was a huge black plastic bin for garbage. When the nurse returned to give me my shot, I wasn't visible. Yes, that's right, I was in hiding in the bin. I cared more about getting a shot than about getting into garbage.
As I got older, I continued to have problems with shots. As a sophomore in college, I was required to get another MMR as my generation's shot didn't 'take' or something like that. I went in, trying to be calm. And I was. But after I left the room, I sat down and passed out. I could see the black veil coming over my eyes. It wasn't a good feeling.
I decided once I began to teach and had to help with a blood drive that I needed to get over it. And the only way was to actually give blood. I have a desirable blood type, so it made sense. The first time, I both passed out and threw up. I still feel sorry for the nurses who had to deal with me for one hour. The next time, I just passed out. And it got better and better. I was still anxious, still felt a bit sick/dizzy, but I felt that I had beaten this phobia through the power of CBT.
So now, three years after having not gotten a shot or given blood (not sure why), I had to go and get injections for India. And the fear returned. Would I pass out? Would I get sick?
Well...I did some of my old breathing and self-talk stuff...and I was fine. Yes, I was anxious, but I didn't even feel a touch dizzy. But man, that Typhoid injection really, really hurts later on...I could barely move my arm for two days and even now, a few more days later, I can feel the site where the shot took place!
24 November 2007
In goal
I stand there. My right hand is getting a bit cold, but that makes sense as the goalie glove covering it is not as closed as the one on my left hand. Can't believe that when we got here the pitch was frozen. But we're playing this game as no one wants to have to come out this early in a few weeks time. Let's get it over with. We're okay with playing.
The ball is at the other end of the pitch. 'Come on West Hampstead', I call. I hope that they can keep it up there. Maybe even score.
The ball moved down the pitch. One of the forwards did a bad tackle. Tweet. It's the oppo's ball. A hard hit and they are halfway toward my goal. Come on girls, get a move on it. Block that ball.
Ah, no, it's gotten past my midfield line. I hope that someone goes on her. 'Kelly, take her', I shout. But the ball gets passed to their best player, who then does a great move past her defender.
It's just her and me. I can do this. Focus on the ball. Should I slide? No, stay up. Ready on your toes. That's it, you got the shot. Now get ready in case it comes back your way.
'Push it out right', 'Come on do it', yelling as hard as I can. And off it goes, back across the 50. Another moment in time. Another feeling of relief that they didn't score. Breathe out.
'Come on Hampstead. Keep it up there.'
I stand there. My right hand is getting a bit cold, but that makes sense as the goalie glove covering it is not as closed as the one on my left hand. Can't believe that when we got here the pitch was frozen. But we're playing this game as no one wants to have to come out this early in a few weeks time. Let's get it over with. We're okay with playing.
The ball is at the other end of the pitch. 'Come on West Hampstead', I call. I hope that they can keep it up there. Maybe even score.
The ball moved down the pitch. One of the forwards did a bad tackle. Tweet. It's the oppo's ball. A hard hit and they are halfway toward my goal. Come on girls, get a move on it. Block that ball.
Ah, no, it's gotten past my midfield line. I hope that someone goes on her. 'Kelly, take her', I shout. But the ball gets passed to their best player, who then does a great move past her defender.
It's just her and me. I can do this. Focus on the ball. Should I slide? No, stay up. Ready on your toes. That's it, you got the shot. Now get ready in case it comes back your way.
'Push it out right', 'Come on do it', yelling as hard as I can. And off it goes, back across the 50. Another moment in time. Another feeling of relief that they didn't score. Breathe out.
'Come on Hampstead. Keep it up there.'
23 November 2007
Nanny
My grandmother, Nanny, died in her sleep the night before Thanksgiving. So I got a call yesterday afternoon about it. Nanny was my cool grandmother. She had been born in England and came over the US with her family when she was only 9. She was an artist who had gotten her degree in Italy and then went on to teach at a private school in NJ. Nanny had the travel bug and every time we went to visit, showed me something she had collected in her world travels. And I mean world - she and my grandpa (or on her own after he died) went to every continent and so many countries. I got my bug to travel and explore from her. I came to appreciate the world of art from her. In her last year, she was struggling as she was finally fully blind (a degenerative eye disease) and wheelchair bound. She was very ready to die at the age of 91. I won't be able to go back for a funeral and I'll miss her a lot. She was my inspiration.
My grandmother, Nanny, died in her sleep the night before Thanksgiving. So I got a call yesterday afternoon about it. Nanny was my cool grandmother. She had been born in England and came over the US with her family when she was only 9. She was an artist who had gotten her degree in Italy and then went on to teach at a private school in NJ. Nanny had the travel bug and every time we went to visit, showed me something she had collected in her world travels. And I mean world - she and my grandpa (or on her own after he died) went to every continent and so many countries. I got my bug to travel and explore from her. I came to appreciate the world of art from her. In her last year, she was struggling as she was finally fully blind (a degenerative eye disease) and wheelchair bound. She was very ready to die at the age of 91. I won't be able to go back for a funeral and I'll miss her a lot. She was my inspiration.
20 November 2007
On the bus...
I'm an eavesdropper by nature. I know, it's a bad habit. But I never do it to people I know...good excuse, eh?
The bus always seems to be a great place to listen in to all sorts of funny conversations, from two little old ladies talking about the best place to get their hair set to the near incomprehensible chatter of the little kids.
Yesterday, I got onto a very packed bus, so I had to go to the very back and sit next to two teenage girls on their way home from school. From the conversation I gathered that they were around 14 or 15.
Just as I plotted next to them, the word 'sex' came out. I couldn't help myself. I had to listen from that moment onward. It's not a long trip - about 10 minutes - so I was certain that this little snippet would be quite interesting...and yes, it was that.
They began by talking about first times, their own as well as other girls. I was a bit disturbed that at such a young age they were talking about how wonderful it all ways and whatnot. That so many of their friends had done it for the first time in their early teens. I'm almost certain that the 'wonderfulness' was more that a boy wanted them and was 'showing their love', than any true pleasure. Teenagers are not known for their unselfishness and so I'm almost certain that most boys would have no clue how to, let's say, pleasure these girls.
One girl then moved on to talk about how much she missed sex. (At 15?!!) And the word, vibrator, came up. They declared that no, vibrators are only for lonely ugly lesbians. Oh, how I wanted to let them know that many heterosexual women and indeed couples actually loved vibrators and that they could be part of a healthy sexual life. But I held back.
Finally they talked about how they got caught by their parents in different ways - be it a hickey or in bed with a boy. All I know is that if Roy or I catch a child of ours in bed with someone else at that age, they won't be seeing daylight until they are 25. And their partner might start running now, cause it wouldn't be pretty.
Oh the meanderings of teenage girls. Ten minutes of sex talk. Giggles. And sighs. I just had to get off the bus, shaking my head, and hope that I can teach my kids to wait until they are a bit more mature and emotionally ready to handle it all. And that sex, by that time, is still something to treasure.
I'm an eavesdropper by nature. I know, it's a bad habit. But I never do it to people I know...good excuse, eh?
The bus always seems to be a great place to listen in to all sorts of funny conversations, from two little old ladies talking about the best place to get their hair set to the near incomprehensible chatter of the little kids.
Yesterday, I got onto a very packed bus, so I had to go to the very back and sit next to two teenage girls on their way home from school. From the conversation I gathered that they were around 14 or 15.
Just as I plotted next to them, the word 'sex' came out. I couldn't help myself. I had to listen from that moment onward. It's not a long trip - about 10 minutes - so I was certain that this little snippet would be quite interesting...and yes, it was that.
They began by talking about first times, their own as well as other girls. I was a bit disturbed that at such a young age they were talking about how wonderful it all ways and whatnot. That so many of their friends had done it for the first time in their early teens. I'm almost certain that the 'wonderfulness' was more that a boy wanted them and was 'showing their love', than any true pleasure. Teenagers are not known for their unselfishness and so I'm almost certain that most boys would have no clue how to, let's say, pleasure these girls.
One girl then moved on to talk about how much she missed sex. (At 15?!!) And the word, vibrator, came up. They declared that no, vibrators are only for lonely ugly lesbians. Oh, how I wanted to let them know that many heterosexual women and indeed couples actually loved vibrators and that they could be part of a healthy sexual life. But I held back.
Finally they talked about how they got caught by their parents in different ways - be it a hickey or in bed with a boy. All I know is that if Roy or I catch a child of ours in bed with someone else at that age, they won't be seeing daylight until they are 25. And their partner might start running now, cause it wouldn't be pretty.
Oh the meanderings of teenage girls. Ten minutes of sex talk. Giggles. And sighs. I just had to get off the bus, shaking my head, and hope that I can teach my kids to wait until they are a bit more mature and emotionally ready to handle it all. And that sex, by that time, is still something to treasure.
15 November 2007
Grease!
The very name brings back memories of standing on a friend's bed, hairbrush in hand, record player twirling as we belt out the songs to our favorite movie. We were too young to have a crush on Danny...but thought it'd be cool to be Sandy.
I've seen the movie a dozen or so times. And when the songs come on the radio or at a dance, I'm definitely there singing my heart out.
So yesterday, when my friend Mariam asked me if I wanted to go see the show cause she won free tickets, I had to say 'YES!'. It's a cool thing that the school has promoted...if a parent has an extra ticket or two for some sort of event, they can donate it to the school who then puts out a raffle. Everything from musicals to music to museums. It's one of those little things you appreciate!
Mariam didn't have the fever. She had seen it once when she was very little. Didn't know the songs and couldn't remember the story too well. She had chosen well...I would help educate her in the world of Grease!
We talked about the music of the times, the way things were about to change and what it would have been like to grow up in the 50s. This was the time that my dad had grown up around. Music from that era had been played in my house all the time. I remember dancing with my daddy, on his feet, rockin' and a rollin' all night long (or so it goes).
The musical is not a great one, but it's tons of fun. You want to get up and dance. But as we were in the THIRD ROW, it didn't seem appropriate. We could see the actors up close, really hear them sing and see them sweat. It was amazing.
So I had a blast. It was worth being tired today to have that happy night.
Grease is the word, is the word, is the word....
The very name brings back memories of standing on a friend's bed, hairbrush in hand, record player twirling as we belt out the songs to our favorite movie. We were too young to have a crush on Danny...but thought it'd be cool to be Sandy.
I've seen the movie a dozen or so times. And when the songs come on the radio or at a dance, I'm definitely there singing my heart out.
So yesterday, when my friend Mariam asked me if I wanted to go see the show cause she won free tickets, I had to say 'YES!'. It's a cool thing that the school has promoted...if a parent has an extra ticket or two for some sort of event, they can donate it to the school who then puts out a raffle. Everything from musicals to music to museums. It's one of those little things you appreciate!
Mariam didn't have the fever. She had seen it once when she was very little. Didn't know the songs and couldn't remember the story too well. She had chosen well...I would help educate her in the world of Grease!
We talked about the music of the times, the way things were about to change and what it would have been like to grow up in the 50s. This was the time that my dad had grown up around. Music from that era had been played in my house all the time. I remember dancing with my daddy, on his feet, rockin' and a rollin' all night long (or so it goes).
The musical is not a great one, but it's tons of fun. You want to get up and dance. But as we were in the THIRD ROW, it didn't seem appropriate. We could see the actors up close, really hear them sing and see them sweat. It was amazing.
So I had a blast. It was worth being tired today to have that happy night.
Grease is the word, is the word, is the word....
13 November 2007
Free rice - it's more than just a meal
I just started playing a new game. It's on www.freerice.com. It's very cool! Here's a bit of adverstisement from their site:
About FreeRice
FreeRice is a sister site of the world poverty site, Poverty.com.
FreeRice has two goals:
Provide English vocabulary to everyone for free.
Help end world hunger by providing rice to hungry people for free.
This is made possible by the sponsors who advertise on this site.
Whether you are CEO of a large corporation or a street child in a poor country, improving your vocabulary can improve your life. It is a great investment in yourself.
Perhaps even greater is the investment your donated rice makes in hungry human beings, enabling them to function and be productive. Somewhere in the world, a person is eating rice that you helped provide.
So for every vocab word you get correct, you donate 10 grains of rice. It's a wonderful site as not only are you doing good for other people, but you also learn. And what's cool is that the site has a way of figuring out where you are in your vocab level so you aren't challenged too greatly, but challenged enough that you'll constantly get to learn new words. I think that's great. I've passed the site on to our college counselors and to the head of our English department. Kids need this!
So - join in and learn...donate your time and earn rice. Activism in this way is awesome!
I just started playing a new game. It's on www.freerice.com. It's very cool! Here's a bit of adverstisement from their site:
About FreeRice
FreeRice is a sister site of the world poverty site, Poverty.com.
FreeRice has two goals:
Provide English vocabulary to everyone for free.
Help end world hunger by providing rice to hungry people for free.
This is made possible by the sponsors who advertise on this site.
Whether you are CEO of a large corporation or a street child in a poor country, improving your vocabulary can improve your life. It is a great investment in yourself.
Perhaps even greater is the investment your donated rice makes in hungry human beings, enabling them to function and be productive. Somewhere in the world, a person is eating rice that you helped provide.
So for every vocab word you get correct, you donate 10 grains of rice. It's a wonderful site as not only are you doing good for other people, but you also learn. And what's cool is that the site has a way of figuring out where you are in your vocab level so you aren't challenged too greatly, but challenged enough that you'll constantly get to learn new words. I think that's great. I've passed the site on to our college counselors and to the head of our English department. Kids need this!
So - join in and learn...donate your time and earn rice. Activism in this way is awesome!
12 November 2007
The muscles are burning...
I'm in pain. Not as much as I was on Saturday or yesterday, but definitely more than before I left for my trip to the Netherlands.
Somehow, the other coach, Marisa, decided that since there wasn't a gym in our hotel, that we should run the stairs. All TEN flights. And four times. Two days running.
Now, as you must know from reading this, I haven't gotten into much exercise as of late, especially running of any form. So here I was, pushing myself up the stairs. And that was fine. I did a great job doing it. But the results were crazy.
My calves are burning. They are so knotted it's crazy. Walking down stairs is not pretty.
Lesson learned. Well...it could be that exercise is evil...but I've decided that it means I should do more. So today I'm going to walk home from work - it takes about 50 minutes or so to get there on a good day and it's all uphill (slightly), so it'll be a good step toward that regular exercise thing that I can do now that high school field hockey is over.
Here's a pic of my team at the game:
Yes...they are crazy!
11 November 2007
05 November 2007
It's all okay.
It's been busy, but that's no excuse to not blog for so long. I have grades due on Wednesday morning, we're heading out of town for a field hockey tourney on Wednesday, I had to grade...well, you get the gist. But still, no excuse.
Life is going okay. Roy and I have passed the six month mark and we're still having fun. We laugh a lot. We both wish we had more time to be relaxed with each other (for obvious reasons), but we're still intimate in other ways...like holding hands and smooching and the like. We just like each other and still fancy the pants off each other...it's all good.
School is going okay. I'm crazy busy with everything that is going on, and trying to get ready for a sub, plus finishing up writing comments and putting in grades for my two classes. I do enjoy teaching and seeing kids get interested. But the topic of the ear and eye and nose, etc, are not thrilling me. Can't wait to get past this so I will be more excited to teach.
Social life is going okay. Went to a party on Saturday night and it was fun. We just hung out, watched a touch of fireworks (going on for a while due to Bonfire Night and Diwali and the like) and just chatted. Good red wine rounded it all out. In the near future - will be going to see a movie with a friend next week and then having people over for Thanksgiving. Yeah, not bad. Not crazy but then again, I'm getting older...
So life. It's okay. Lots to plan. Time to look forward. And still crossing my fingers that the frickin' flat sells!
It's been busy, but that's no excuse to not blog for so long. I have grades due on Wednesday morning, we're heading out of town for a field hockey tourney on Wednesday, I had to grade...well, you get the gist. But still, no excuse.
Life is going okay. Roy and I have passed the six month mark and we're still having fun. We laugh a lot. We both wish we had more time to be relaxed with each other (for obvious reasons), but we're still intimate in other ways...like holding hands and smooching and the like. We just like each other and still fancy the pants off each other...it's all good.
School is going okay. I'm crazy busy with everything that is going on, and trying to get ready for a sub, plus finishing up writing comments and putting in grades for my two classes. I do enjoy teaching and seeing kids get interested. But the topic of the ear and eye and nose, etc, are not thrilling me. Can't wait to get past this so I will be more excited to teach.
Social life is going okay. Went to a party on Saturday night and it was fun. We just hung out, watched a touch of fireworks (going on for a while due to Bonfire Night and Diwali and the like) and just chatted. Good red wine rounded it all out. In the near future - will be going to see a movie with a friend next week and then having people over for Thanksgiving. Yeah, not bad. Not crazy but then again, I'm getting older...
So life. It's okay. Lots to plan. Time to look forward. And still crossing my fingers that the frickin' flat sells!
29 October 2007
My fast
So I got up at 5:30am on Sunday to make myself a huge breakfast....I had two fried eggs, a bagel and 1-1/2 sausages, plus a few Indian sweets per the tradition. I drank some orange juice and tea. And then got ready to not eat for quite a few hours.
I spent the day watching some t.v., then going into work to grade/work on lecture, then went to see a movie (Indian, 4 Women) and then hung out at home waiting patiently for the hour that my MIL would arrive and I'd get my first sip of water and first bite to eat. It was 7-something before that happened.
But it made them happy and my DH has promised that we'll have a fancy night out on the town and a night at a good London hotel (something we've enjoyed in the past) next month. It was not as hard as I imagined. I guess that not being able to eat due to this made it easier - I wasn't really hungry, more thirsty. And I wasn't too grumpy. A purposeful fast is easier than just having to wait to eat when you are going out to dinner (or the like).
So I got up at 5:30am on Sunday to make myself a huge breakfast....I had two fried eggs, a bagel and 1-1/2 sausages, plus a few Indian sweets per the tradition. I drank some orange juice and tea. And then got ready to not eat for quite a few hours.
I spent the day watching some t.v., then going into work to grade/work on lecture, then went to see a movie (Indian, 4 Women) and then hung out at home waiting patiently for the hour that my MIL would arrive and I'd get my first sip of water and first bite to eat. It was 7-something before that happened.
But it made them happy and my DH has promised that we'll have a fancy night out on the town and a night at a good London hotel (something we've enjoyed in the past) next month. It was not as hard as I imagined. I guess that not being able to eat due to this made it easier - I wasn't really hungry, more thirsty. And I wasn't too grumpy. A purposeful fast is easier than just having to wait to eat when you are going out to dinner (or the like).
23 October 2007
Brrrrr!
Last night we switched from our patchwork quilt to our duvet. Much warmer and snugglier. I loved getting under the poofy cotton and feeling enveloped in the heat.
Today as I was walking out the door, I thought to myself, "I ought to have switched to my wool jacket and I need to find my gloves". I usually wear a nice knee length rain jacket (it's a lovely looking jacket - not athletic looking or shiny).
There's a touch of frost in the air. And I brought a thick fleece to wear to field hockey practice.
It's definitely hinting at winter.
And yet, last night, as I walked home along a lovely suburban road, I saw roses still blooming and green grass. It's one of the interesting things about London weather - we feel like winter is coming along and yet throughout the entire process we'll still be surrounded by green and colours. A funky paradox for someone who came over here from a place where it tends to snow in December.
Last night we switched from our patchwork quilt to our duvet. Much warmer and snugglier. I loved getting under the poofy cotton and feeling enveloped in the heat.
Today as I was walking out the door, I thought to myself, "I ought to have switched to my wool jacket and I need to find my gloves". I usually wear a nice knee length rain jacket (it's a lovely looking jacket - not athletic looking or shiny).
There's a touch of frost in the air. And I brought a thick fleece to wear to field hockey practice.
It's definitely hinting at winter.
And yet, last night, as I walked home along a lovely suburban road, I saw roses still blooming and green grass. It's one of the interesting things about London weather - we feel like winter is coming along and yet throughout the entire process we'll still be surrounded by green and colours. A funky paradox for someone who came over here from a place where it tends to snow in December.
22 October 2007
A fast
This Sunday will be my first Karwa Chauth. What is this you ask? Well, here's a few words from the Karwa Chauth website (www.karwachauth.com).
The festival and fast of Karva Chauth is celebrated with much exuberance and fanfare. It is considered an important and auspicious day for married women. A married woman celebrates this day with great fervor and dedication, by observing a fast and praying for the long life of her husband.
The fast is observed during the month of Kartik on the fourth day of Krishna Paksha (descending moon). This generally falls in the month of October.
The earliest reference of a Karva Chauth can be found in the great epic of Mahabharata. As per Mahabharata, Arjun, a supreme warrior and one of the Pandavas, went to the Nilgiri Hills to offer his prayers and worship the gods. Draupadi, wife of the Pandavas, was accompanying him. On the way, Draupadi was struck with fear believing that she was alone in the forest with no one to protect her. As she treated Lord Krishna as her Brother, she invoked him to appear before her and help her out of this grave situation. On listening to her fear and perplexity, Lord Krishna cited an example of Goddess Parvati. Parvati in a similar situation asked Lord Shiva's help. Lord Shiva explained to her that to ward off such apprehensions, a woman could observe a fast on Kartik Krishna Chaturthi as a remedy. Lord Krishna advised Draupadi to undertake this fast and also assured her of he victory of the Pandavas. Women also pray to Lord Ganesha for the fulfillment of all their wishes.
The fast has all the trappings of festivity. Women dress up in their best finery, with henna-decked hands, bindis, colorful bangles, vermilion in their hair-parting and the best of jewelery. However, they do not eat even a morsel of food, neither drink a drop of water, from dawn till the moon rises. Finally, when the moon is sighted, the wife goes out to view it. The moon is worshiped and then she turns to view her husband's face through the pores of a sieve, praying for his long life. After performing the puja, its finally time for food.
I'll probably wear my wedding outfit for dinner, though I might just wear something else (so as to not ruin the gorgeous thing!). But I will have henna applied by my MIL on Saturday night, I will have to get up by 6am to make and eat a huge meal (I think I might have something in the fridge just to heat up and eat) and then Roy will be cooking the evening meal.
It will be interesting...I know I'm horrible when I can't eat, so I expect that I'll be totally grumpy! Can't even have water or anything like that! But as it's my first year after marriage, I definitely want to do it for my new family and new hubby!
This Sunday will be my first Karwa Chauth. What is this you ask? Well, here's a few words from the Karwa Chauth website (www.karwachauth.com).
The festival and fast of Karva Chauth is celebrated with much exuberance and fanfare. It is considered an important and auspicious day for married women. A married woman celebrates this day with great fervor and dedication, by observing a fast and praying for the long life of her husband.
The fast is observed during the month of Kartik on the fourth day of Krishna Paksha (descending moon). This generally falls in the month of October.
The earliest reference of a Karva Chauth can be found in the great epic of Mahabharata. As per Mahabharata, Arjun, a supreme warrior and one of the Pandavas, went to the Nilgiri Hills to offer his prayers and worship the gods. Draupadi, wife of the Pandavas, was accompanying him. On the way, Draupadi was struck with fear believing that she was alone in the forest with no one to protect her. As she treated Lord Krishna as her Brother, she invoked him to appear before her and help her out of this grave situation. On listening to her fear and perplexity, Lord Krishna cited an example of Goddess Parvati. Parvati in a similar situation asked Lord Shiva's help. Lord Shiva explained to her that to ward off such apprehensions, a woman could observe a fast on Kartik Krishna Chaturthi as a remedy. Lord Krishna advised Draupadi to undertake this fast and also assured her of he victory of the Pandavas. Women also pray to Lord Ganesha for the fulfillment of all their wishes.
The fast has all the trappings of festivity. Women dress up in their best finery, with henna-decked hands, bindis, colorful bangles, vermilion in their hair-parting and the best of jewelery. However, they do not eat even a morsel of food, neither drink a drop of water, from dawn till the moon rises. Finally, when the moon is sighted, the wife goes out to view it. The moon is worshiped and then she turns to view her husband's face through the pores of a sieve, praying for his long life. After performing the puja, its finally time for food.
I'll probably wear my wedding outfit for dinner, though I might just wear something else (so as to not ruin the gorgeous thing!). But I will have henna applied by my MIL on Saturday night, I will have to get up by 6am to make and eat a huge meal (I think I might have something in the fridge just to heat up and eat) and then Roy will be cooking the evening meal.
It will be interesting...I know I'm horrible when I can't eat, so I expect that I'll be totally grumpy! Can't even have water or anything like that! But as it's my first year after marriage, I definitely want to do it for my new family and new hubby!
19 October 2007
Pink or blue?
When I was in college, I had to do a senior thesis in my subject area. As a psych major, I was really interested in children's play and the toys that they chose to play with. I did a few studies on it and found that things hadn't changed all that much between the 70s and early 90s...there were definite boy toys and girl toys...and the way the toys were portrayed in tv commercials was very stereotypical (boy toy = loud staccato music, primary colours, kids attacking, girl toy = soft friendly music, soft colours, kids playing on own or together).
And the little kids I studies also tended to play in that way. Boys tended to take just about anything and make it into a weapon. They would either be on their own (though side by side) or aggressively with each other. The girls on the other hand tended to be playing much more quietly and with each other. There seemed to be cooperation. But not all of them...and girls seemed to have more leeway in how they could play. I think this is true in so many areas - women can be very girlie but also have more masculine traits/interests...but guys struggle if they head toward the more fem areas (less so now with our metrosexuals than ever before).
I had been such a tom-boy in my day (still am a bit). I loved to play with balls, in the mud, running around...I only played with my dolls so that I could make things for the doll house (loved tools). I was the antithesis of 'girlie'. I didn't find my more feminine side until much later in life. I still don't have that need to always have the perfect makeup or hair and there are days I forget to put on my jewelry, but I'm still much more interested in clothing and shoes than even a decade ago.
So - what were your toy choices like when you were little? Were you more the girlie girl or a tom-boy or something in-between?
When I was in college, I had to do a senior thesis in my subject area. As a psych major, I was really interested in children's play and the toys that they chose to play with. I did a few studies on it and found that things hadn't changed all that much between the 70s and early 90s...there were definite boy toys and girl toys...and the way the toys were portrayed in tv commercials was very stereotypical (boy toy = loud staccato music, primary colours, kids attacking, girl toy = soft friendly music, soft colours, kids playing on own or together).
And the little kids I studies also tended to play in that way. Boys tended to take just about anything and make it into a weapon. They would either be on their own (though side by side) or aggressively with each other. The girls on the other hand tended to be playing much more quietly and with each other. There seemed to be cooperation. But not all of them...and girls seemed to have more leeway in how they could play. I think this is true in so many areas - women can be very girlie but also have more masculine traits/interests...but guys struggle if they head toward the more fem areas (less so now with our metrosexuals than ever before).
I had been such a tom-boy in my day (still am a bit). I loved to play with balls, in the mud, running around...I only played with my dolls so that I could make things for the doll house (loved tools). I was the antithesis of 'girlie'. I didn't find my more feminine side until much later in life. I still don't have that need to always have the perfect makeup or hair and there are days I forget to put on my jewelry, but I'm still much more interested in clothing and shoes than even a decade ago.
So - what were your toy choices like when you were little? Were you more the girlie girl or a tom-boy or something in-between?
18 October 2007
So gross!
11:00pm last night. I was tired. We were going to go to bed when I saw that there was mold growing in our built in wardrobe (basically closets). Then Roy checked out his wardrobe and found TONS of clothing ruined due to the mold. WTF! Yes, it is growing rampantly in our flat, which explains our feeling icky a lot of time, especially Roy who is mold allergic.
So we cleared out the closets, put in two loads of laundry, threw out a ton of clothing and made plans to get a bunch more washed/dry cleaned.
This morning we went to B & Q and purchased anti-mold wash and paint. We are going to skip the gym sessions and attack the mold in hopes of clearing it up. We can't sell it all groady like this, so we've cancelled all viewings for the rest of the week to do this. It will work. It has to.
So - another set-back on the sales front...but at least there are people who have come to view it and want to view it. We'll see what happens.
11:00pm last night. I was tired. We were going to go to bed when I saw that there was mold growing in our built in wardrobe (basically closets). Then Roy checked out his wardrobe and found TONS of clothing ruined due to the mold. WTF! Yes, it is growing rampantly in our flat, which explains our feeling icky a lot of time, especially Roy who is mold allergic.
So we cleared out the closets, put in two loads of laundry, threw out a ton of clothing and made plans to get a bunch more washed/dry cleaned.
This morning we went to B & Q and purchased anti-mold wash and paint. We are going to skip the gym sessions and attack the mold in hopes of clearing it up. We can't sell it all groady like this, so we've cancelled all viewings for the rest of the week to do this. It will work. It has to.
So - another set-back on the sales front...but at least there are people who have come to view it and want to view it. We'll see what happens.
17 October 2007
Voulez-vous couchez...?
We were staying in self-contained flats above a restaurant/bar while on our scuba trip. There were other people staying there and it is a quiet family sort of place. We've never had an issue there. But on the last night, I had a group of my boys at the door to our flat knocking and letting me know that there was a drunk man knocking on doors inside. And while we were chatting, his equally drunk friend saw me. I sent the boys off with the idea that they would not open the door again and to tell the others not to open doors that night unless they heard it was me. Then pounding began - it was the drunken guys. They did not speak English, only french. They wouldn't go away. So finally I had to get the male teacher up to talk to them. The guys were looking for 'women', were from the Ivory Coast (thus the French) and thought I might be interested...the teacher told them that they were propositioining his wife and that the girls they saw earlier in the evening were under his charge and that they needed to leave or the police would be called. It took a while, but eventually they left. It made for a late and interesting evening. I was glad we had a male teacher with us who spoke French!
We were staying in self-contained flats above a restaurant/bar while on our scuba trip. There were other people staying there and it is a quiet family sort of place. We've never had an issue there. But on the last night, I had a group of my boys at the door to our flat knocking and letting me know that there was a drunk man knocking on doors inside. And while we were chatting, his equally drunk friend saw me. I sent the boys off with the idea that they would not open the door again and to tell the others not to open doors that night unless they heard it was me. Then pounding began - it was the drunken guys. They did not speak English, only french. They wouldn't go away. So finally I had to get the male teacher up to talk to them. The guys were looking for 'women', were from the Ivory Coast (thus the French) and thought I might be interested...the teacher told them that they were propositioining his wife and that the girls they saw earlier in the evening were under his charge and that they needed to leave or the police would be called. It took a while, but eventually they left. It made for a late and interesting evening. I was glad we had a male teacher with us who spoke French!
14 October 2007
Home
I'm back! I slept about 12 hours last night after not getting much during my trip. The kids were good, but of course, loud at times. When you have a bunch of them all together they can't really help themselves.
I am now officially an Advanced Open Water diver.
Once I get some of the pics, I'll write a bit more about scuba diving. I did come back with a tan face!
I'm back! I slept about 12 hours last night after not getting much during my trip. The kids were good, but of course, loud at times. When you have a bunch of them all together they can't really help themselves.
I am now officially an Advanced Open Water diver.
Once I get some of the pics, I'll write a bit more about scuba diving. I did come back with a tan face!
08 October 2007
From C. Michon - Grrrl Genius
For those of you who found me through the Grrl Genius blog and don't know what happened to it on I-Village, I give you the following from Cathryn who responded when I posted the question of where she was (on her myspace page):
Hey L.,
It's beyond bizarre, and I still don't truly understand what has happened there.My reps will get into it next week, I am very worried that the actions of ivillage have done me real damage in terms of my public reputation, this was so weird and unexpected, and so not what we had discussed.If you'll forgive me, I'm going to cut and paste to you what I'm sending to the many, many people who have written.I've so loved hearing all your views, both of teaching, of marriage and new love and of being an expat.Thanks for being so much fun!Cathryn
See cut and paste below:
My blog is no longer on the site, in what turned out to be some strange and unexpected drama I didn't need. Two months ago I was told that ivillage was no longer paying for blog content, but I was welcome to keep writing it for as long as I liked. After soul searching, and actually adding up how much time I was spending on it that took away from other career activities, I decided I couldn't do it any more. No controversy as far as I knew. So, below, cut and pasted is what I am sending to the many people like you who are writing and asking, and also the farewell blogpost many didn't get to read.
I suppose if you don't like how this went down you can write comments to the blog of the Love and Sex Editor Josey Miller's blog "Sex On My Desk" or to the blog of Asst. Editor Marissa Gold on "Low Carb Love."The Editor in Chief Jennie Baird has an ivillage connect page that can be found at:http://www.ivillage.com/connectYou need to join ivillage.com to leave a comment there.Thanks, and I am so sorry that we didn't get a more proper goodbye....
Best,Cathryn
B.T.W. Since I wasn't paid for it, the blogpost below is my intellectual property, and you can feel free to post it on your own blog (if you have one) or send it to anyone who was part of the amazing community of readers who gathered at the Grrl Genius blog.
TO THOSE WHO ARE ASKING, "WHAT THE #$%^?": (This is not the blogpost, that's below)
I can't imagine what was so controversial to iVillage.com about what I wrote in this blogpost that they removed every trace of me, all the Grrl Genius blogs and all the archives off the site within 12 hours. In the two years I've been there, bloggers have come and gone, but ivillage has always left their farewell blogs up for weeks and months, allowing fans to follow the blogger to wherever. There was a somewhat strong reaction from readers, a few hours after I posted the blogpost below. There were some vehement protests from my very loyal fans, about 30 comments by the time I went to bed, which is alot, but many of my readers are on east coast time, and I posted this blog at 7:00 P.M. their time. Since I regularly get over a hundred comments on blogs I am sure there would have been many, many comments on this one. I can't think that would have been a suprise to iVillage. I once got over 600 comments when I suggested that maybe, just maybe, if you are married, you should consider having sex with your husband once in a while, if you wanted that marriage to work out. It crashed their server for part of the day.If I had known what was going to happen when I posted this, I'd have done it earlier in the day, allowing the people who seem to read it every day to find out what happened. It never occured to me that iVillage would do this, as my relationship with them has always been really nice. I've had nice lunches with the iVillage ladies, and they've come to my shows. I've done a ton of national media for them, and they've always seemed really supportive. No one there has ever said anything negative about my work there. My blog was the most popular blog that was originated on ivillage.com. I regularly got more comments than even Meredith Viera.I recieved no email notice from them saying that they were taking down the content. They just "disapeared" all of my writing, and the comments of my readers, which were voluminous, at an average of 82 comments per blog.Needless to say, I have gotten a lot of emails, through my website and myspace page from fans, wondering what the hell happened.Here was my farewell blogpost after over two years of writing three times a week for them. If you have any notion as to what could have offended them, I'd love to hear it.All I can think of is a. they don't want people to know they are no longer paying for blog content or b. because they are owned by NBC Universal they were concerned that I mentioned the writer's strike.Though that would be weird, because both authors and readers say inflamatory things on the blogs all the time, use foul language, criticize various corporations or political leaders etc. My contract specifically stated I had full creative control.Hey, I called the makers of Benecol "the heart healthy spread" (that contains trans fats) KILLERS (because they are) so, you know, I've been a lot more inflamatory than I was in what I wrote here.It's just very, very weird. I did not expect this at all. Cathryn
P.S. The full blogpost follows:
Econ 101
My Dad is an economist, and a businessman, and he taught me one thing I will always remember:Time is money.Everybody needs money, and the money that we get comes from how we spend our time. We all make choices everyday how to spend our time (in order to earn a living) and hopefully have some time left over that we can spend with friends and family, knowing that we are sheltered and fed.A few months ago, iVillage.com brought on a new editor in chief, Jennie Baird. I haven’t met Jennie, but she has been highly regarded in the world of the Internet. Previously she was at AOL and was a great success there.Probably because she has observed the trend of free content on the web (most evident in the overwhelming popularity of Youtube) Jennie has made the difficult business decision that iVillage.com will no longer pay for blog content.Which means I can no longer afford to write this blog, and as of next Friday, there will be no more Grrl Genius blog on iVillage.com. I don’t know how long the archives will remain on the site, but I won’t be creating any new content. No one will be taking over the blog because Grrl Genius remains my intellectual property and franchise.It was my decision when I took on this blog to make sure that every blogpost was a well crafted stand-alone column I would be proud to have anyone look at, even if they only read just one posting. As often as possible, I wanted the blogposts to be truly funny, not “funny-esque,” while still being about topics we all cared about. For me, that takes a lot of time to craft. Further, I wanted it to be a real conversation with the readers, not just a one way blurt from me, which took further time. I wanted it to be positive, uplifting and most of all, fun.A fun look at dating and relationships. A blog about love, in all its incarnations.I managed to keep up the pace of three columns I wasn’t ashamed of per week, while making a feature film, working on a network TV show and traveling doing performances (as well as maintaining a constant backlog of upcoming projects, due to the tremendous amount of failure inherent in show business).To survive doing what I do means cooking on high all the time, using all the burners.It’s scary times here in my hometown of Los Angeles. This month the Writer’s Guild (of which I am a member) is taking a strike vote over some issues that are pretty crucial to all artists in my industry, mostly involving, well…(ironically) free content on the Internet, and artists not being paid for the use of their work.For example, the episode I wrote of “Side Order of Life” has rerun on Lifetime, for which Lifetime sells commercials, for which I will get paid with a residual (an ever decreasing fraction of the original amount I was paid to write it).But that very same episode runs on their website (with paid commercials) and millions of people can download it and own it forever and I get paid nothing for that. Most artists in Hollywood also get paid nothing for DVD’s.So the odds are that there will soon be an industry-wide strike in Hollywood over these issues. The networks and studios want us to believe that instead of residuals they will give us a fair share of profits from DVD’s and the Internet. But when a film like “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” which cost 5 million dollars to make and grossed $368 million in theatres (and even more in DVD) is declared by the studio to be “not yet in profit” things don’t look good for artists getting their fair share through this promised "profit participation." That’s why Tom Hanks, Rita Wilson and Nia Vardolas are suing to get their portion of the proceeds of that film.And that’s probably why there will be an industry-wide strike of actors, writers and directors. Every single business in L.A. suffers when there is an entertainment strike. It’s like what happens in Detroit when they stop making cars. I so wish it wouldn’t happen, but smart money is saying it will.Like most of my fellow actors and writers I am just a middle class person in show biz (not a superstar with oodles of money to live off when I’m not working) so I have to spend as much time as I can creating projects I can live off of when there is no paying work to be had as a writer or actress here.Which means I can’t afford to spend the 25 hours a week or so that I spend on this blog.I couldn’t be sadder to say goodbye to all of you. Sharing my writing with you, and reading your responses has been a true pleasure. But I wouldn’t be living the Grrl Genius philosophy I espouse here if I didn’t take care of myself first.I am currently part of a venture that is backed by a major female celebrity who I am not allowed to name (or even coyly hint at) that will be a website that has video content, where I will have a video blog. That’s not due to happen until next year.If you want to stay in touch with what I’m doing, I will post updates to my myspace page www.myspace.com/cathrynmichon) and I will send bulletins to you directly if you join the “new membership” section and leave your email address at (www.grrlgenius.com).So, like my Dad taught me, I have to face up to the fact that my time is my money. I wish I had more of both, so I could afford to spend more time here with all of you.However, as I said here recently, “The meek may inherit the earth, but I didn’t inherit a thing, so I have to work for a living.” I feel blessed that I have been able to do work I love as well as eat three meals a day and have a roof over my head (plus some cute shoes). I’m a lucky Grrl Genius.Please feel free to use the time remaining while this blog is active to promote yourselves, to remind people here where to find your blogs or myspace pages or websites or whatever you are up to, so that you can keep up with each other in whatever way you like.Turn the blog into one big commercial for YOUR genius. I’d like nothing better.It’s been a pleasure to write for you, and to get all the delicious doses of your genius back. I have written 223 blogposts here, and received over 18,000 comments back (18,491 comments to be exact). That means that collectively, you worked on this blog much harder than I did. Thank you so much for being the greatest Internet experience I ever had. I will miss you, and your genius.
For those of you who found me through the Grrl Genius blog and don't know what happened to it on I-Village, I give you the following from Cathryn who responded when I posted the question of where she was (on her myspace page):
Hey L.,
It's beyond bizarre, and I still don't truly understand what has happened there.My reps will get into it next week, I am very worried that the actions of ivillage have done me real damage in terms of my public reputation, this was so weird and unexpected, and so not what we had discussed.If you'll forgive me, I'm going to cut and paste to you what I'm sending to the many, many people who have written.I've so loved hearing all your views, both of teaching, of marriage and new love and of being an expat.Thanks for being so much fun!Cathryn
See cut and paste below:
My blog is no longer on the site, in what turned out to be some strange and unexpected drama I didn't need. Two months ago I was told that ivillage was no longer paying for blog content, but I was welcome to keep writing it for as long as I liked. After soul searching, and actually adding up how much time I was spending on it that took away from other career activities, I decided I couldn't do it any more. No controversy as far as I knew. So, below, cut and pasted is what I am sending to the many people like you who are writing and asking, and also the farewell blogpost many didn't get to read.
I suppose if you don't like how this went down you can write comments to the blog of the Love and Sex Editor Josey Miller's blog "Sex On My Desk" or to the blog of Asst. Editor Marissa Gold on "Low Carb Love."The Editor in Chief Jennie Baird has an ivillage connect page that can be found at:http://www.ivillage.com/connectYou need to join ivillage.com to leave a comment there.Thanks, and I am so sorry that we didn't get a more proper goodbye....
Best,Cathryn
B.T.W. Since I wasn't paid for it, the blogpost below is my intellectual property, and you can feel free to post it on your own blog (if you have one) or send it to anyone who was part of the amazing community of readers who gathered at the Grrl Genius blog.
TO THOSE WHO ARE ASKING, "WHAT THE #$%^?": (This is not the blogpost, that's below)
I can't imagine what was so controversial to iVillage.com about what I wrote in this blogpost that they removed every trace of me, all the Grrl Genius blogs and all the archives off the site within 12 hours. In the two years I've been there, bloggers have come and gone, but ivillage has always left their farewell blogs up for weeks and months, allowing fans to follow the blogger to wherever. There was a somewhat strong reaction from readers, a few hours after I posted the blogpost below. There were some vehement protests from my very loyal fans, about 30 comments by the time I went to bed, which is alot, but many of my readers are on east coast time, and I posted this blog at 7:00 P.M. their time. Since I regularly get over a hundred comments on blogs I am sure there would have been many, many comments on this one. I can't think that would have been a suprise to iVillage. I once got over 600 comments when I suggested that maybe, just maybe, if you are married, you should consider having sex with your husband once in a while, if you wanted that marriage to work out. It crashed their server for part of the day.If I had known what was going to happen when I posted this, I'd have done it earlier in the day, allowing the people who seem to read it every day to find out what happened. It never occured to me that iVillage would do this, as my relationship with them has always been really nice. I've had nice lunches with the iVillage ladies, and they've come to my shows. I've done a ton of national media for them, and they've always seemed really supportive. No one there has ever said anything negative about my work there. My blog was the most popular blog that was originated on ivillage.com. I regularly got more comments than even Meredith Viera.I recieved no email notice from them saying that they were taking down the content. They just "disapeared" all of my writing, and the comments of my readers, which were voluminous, at an average of 82 comments per blog.Needless to say, I have gotten a lot of emails, through my website and myspace page from fans, wondering what the hell happened.Here was my farewell blogpost after over two years of writing three times a week for them. If you have any notion as to what could have offended them, I'd love to hear it.All I can think of is a. they don't want people to know they are no longer paying for blog content or b. because they are owned by NBC Universal they were concerned that I mentioned the writer's strike.Though that would be weird, because both authors and readers say inflamatory things on the blogs all the time, use foul language, criticize various corporations or political leaders etc. My contract specifically stated I had full creative control.Hey, I called the makers of Benecol "the heart healthy spread" (that contains trans fats) KILLERS (because they are) so, you know, I've been a lot more inflamatory than I was in what I wrote here.It's just very, very weird. I did not expect this at all. Cathryn
P.S. The full blogpost follows:
Econ 101
My Dad is an economist, and a businessman, and he taught me one thing I will always remember:Time is money.Everybody needs money, and the money that we get comes from how we spend our time. We all make choices everyday how to spend our time (in order to earn a living) and hopefully have some time left over that we can spend with friends and family, knowing that we are sheltered and fed.A few months ago, iVillage.com brought on a new editor in chief, Jennie Baird. I haven’t met Jennie, but she has been highly regarded in the world of the Internet. Previously she was at AOL and was a great success there.Probably because she has observed the trend of free content on the web (most evident in the overwhelming popularity of Youtube) Jennie has made the difficult business decision that iVillage.com will no longer pay for blog content.Which means I can no longer afford to write this blog, and as of next Friday, there will be no more Grrl Genius blog on iVillage.com. I don’t know how long the archives will remain on the site, but I won’t be creating any new content. No one will be taking over the blog because Grrl Genius remains my intellectual property and franchise.It was my decision when I took on this blog to make sure that every blogpost was a well crafted stand-alone column I would be proud to have anyone look at, even if they only read just one posting. As often as possible, I wanted the blogposts to be truly funny, not “funny-esque,” while still being about topics we all cared about. For me, that takes a lot of time to craft. Further, I wanted it to be a real conversation with the readers, not just a one way blurt from me, which took further time. I wanted it to be positive, uplifting and most of all, fun.A fun look at dating and relationships. A blog about love, in all its incarnations.I managed to keep up the pace of three columns I wasn’t ashamed of per week, while making a feature film, working on a network TV show and traveling doing performances (as well as maintaining a constant backlog of upcoming projects, due to the tremendous amount of failure inherent in show business).To survive doing what I do means cooking on high all the time, using all the burners.It’s scary times here in my hometown of Los Angeles. This month the Writer’s Guild (of which I am a member) is taking a strike vote over some issues that are pretty crucial to all artists in my industry, mostly involving, well…(ironically) free content on the Internet, and artists not being paid for the use of their work.For example, the episode I wrote of “Side Order of Life” has rerun on Lifetime, for which Lifetime sells commercials, for which I will get paid with a residual (an ever decreasing fraction of the original amount I was paid to write it).But that very same episode runs on their website (with paid commercials) and millions of people can download it and own it forever and I get paid nothing for that. Most artists in Hollywood also get paid nothing for DVD’s.So the odds are that there will soon be an industry-wide strike in Hollywood over these issues. The networks and studios want us to believe that instead of residuals they will give us a fair share of profits from DVD’s and the Internet. But when a film like “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” which cost 5 million dollars to make and grossed $368 million in theatres (and even more in DVD) is declared by the studio to be “not yet in profit” things don’t look good for artists getting their fair share through this promised "profit participation." That’s why Tom Hanks, Rita Wilson and Nia Vardolas are suing to get their portion of the proceeds of that film.And that’s probably why there will be an industry-wide strike of actors, writers and directors. Every single business in L.A. suffers when there is an entertainment strike. It’s like what happens in Detroit when they stop making cars. I so wish it wouldn’t happen, but smart money is saying it will.Like most of my fellow actors and writers I am just a middle class person in show biz (not a superstar with oodles of money to live off when I’m not working) so I have to spend as much time as I can creating projects I can live off of when there is no paying work to be had as a writer or actress here.Which means I can’t afford to spend the 25 hours a week or so that I spend on this blog.I couldn’t be sadder to say goodbye to all of you. Sharing my writing with you, and reading your responses has been a true pleasure. But I wouldn’t be living the Grrl Genius philosophy I espouse here if I didn’t take care of myself first.I am currently part of a venture that is backed by a major female celebrity who I am not allowed to name (or even coyly hint at) that will be a website that has video content, where I will have a video blog. That’s not due to happen until next year.If you want to stay in touch with what I’m doing, I will post updates to my myspace page www.myspace.com/cathrynmichon) and I will send bulletins to you directly if you join the “new membership” section and leave your email address at (www.grrlgenius.com).So, like my Dad taught me, I have to face up to the fact that my time is my money. I wish I had more of both, so I could afford to spend more time here with all of you.However, as I said here recently, “The meek may inherit the earth, but I didn’t inherit a thing, so I have to work for a living.” I feel blessed that I have been able to do work I love as well as eat three meals a day and have a roof over my head (plus some cute shoes). I’m a lucky Grrl Genius.Please feel free to use the time remaining while this blog is active to promote yourselves, to remind people here where to find your blogs or myspace pages or websites or whatever you are up to, so that you can keep up with each other in whatever way you like.Turn the blog into one big commercial for YOUR genius. I’d like nothing better.It’s been a pleasure to write for you, and to get all the delicious doses of your genius back. I have written 223 blogposts here, and received over 18,000 comments back (18,491 comments to be exact). That means that collectively, you worked on this blog much harder than I did. Thank you so much for being the greatest Internet experience I ever had. I will miss you, and your genius.
07 October 2007
An out of the ordinary opportunity
A turning point is about to happen. Yes, it's Alternatives. What is this you ask?
"First created in 1978 as an “alternative” experience for those High
School students not involved in the annual Music Tour, this program has
evolved into one of the most talked about and anticipated events in the school
year. It provides students with an opportunity to see new places, meet new
friends, and discover a new skill or passion that will enhance their experience at
ASL and in London. Too popular a program to remain an “alternative” to any
other ASL offering, Alternatives is now seen as an enrichment that is an
alternative to the traditional classroom experience.
This year a total of 26 Alternatives are on offer. Each trip has been conceived and
designed by a faculty member, and all High School students and faculty will
participate in one of the offerings. Some have a service component, some are
activity or skill‐based, and some offer an insight into another culture or area of
Europe, so there are Alternatives to fit everyone." (Alternatives Brochure '07)
So I'm going on a trip. My trip is Scuba in Spain. Yes, we take kids off to the Costa Brava to scuba dive and get certified. In the past two years, I've gotten my Open Water certification through this program...and we have kids who choose to do two years so they too can get to this level.
It's a great program. The kids get to go places and see things they might not do as a normal tourist. From learning to cook in Italy, working with footballers in Milan to a course in running in Scotland, there is something for everyone. You learn. You meet people from every high school class. And kids come back refreshed and a bit more positive about the school. It's an amazing experience that very few teenagers get through their normal high school lives.
And as a teacher, it's quite the bonus. Yes, we do have to look after a bunch of teens and be wary of their desire to go out and do 'bad' things on occasion. Yes, we get a ton less sleep than we would if we were just away with friends (well....maybe not). But we too get to have really cool experiences and get paid for it too!
I may try to get my Advanced Open Water certification this time. I've already done a few dives in that direction. I think I just have to do the navigation part and the deep dive. I'm fine with that. The hardest part was the basic scuba diver cert - there are a few 'scary' things to do, as they are the first time you may have done them...like taking off your mask or taking out your breathing apperatus and tossing it behind you. Scary. But now that you know you can do all that and not freak...the rest is quite easy.
So...I'll not post for a while. We leave on Tuesday at 6am and return on Saturday night. I'll sleep all day Sunday but at least we have off Monday and Tuesday. And when we return, school seems much better for some reason. You've done a bit of it, know that there is another vacation in about one month and then another one month after that. Yeah, the pace goes. And the kids seem to feel much better. And so do the teachers!
A turning point is about to happen. Yes, it's Alternatives. What is this you ask?
"First created in 1978 as an “alternative” experience for those High
School students not involved in the annual Music Tour, this program has
evolved into one of the most talked about and anticipated events in the school
year. It provides students with an opportunity to see new places, meet new
friends, and discover a new skill or passion that will enhance their experience at
ASL and in London. Too popular a program to remain an “alternative” to any
other ASL offering, Alternatives is now seen as an enrichment that is an
alternative to the traditional classroom experience.
This year a total of 26 Alternatives are on offer. Each trip has been conceived and
designed by a faculty member, and all High School students and faculty will
participate in one of the offerings. Some have a service component, some are
activity or skill‐based, and some offer an insight into another culture or area of
Europe, so there are Alternatives to fit everyone." (Alternatives Brochure '07)
So I'm going on a trip. My trip is Scuba in Spain. Yes, we take kids off to the Costa Brava to scuba dive and get certified. In the past two years, I've gotten my Open Water certification through this program...and we have kids who choose to do two years so they too can get to this level.
It's a great program. The kids get to go places and see things they might not do as a normal tourist. From learning to cook in Italy, working with footballers in Milan to a course in running in Scotland, there is something for everyone. You learn. You meet people from every high school class. And kids come back refreshed and a bit more positive about the school. It's an amazing experience that very few teenagers get through their normal high school lives.
And as a teacher, it's quite the bonus. Yes, we do have to look after a bunch of teens and be wary of their desire to go out and do 'bad' things on occasion. Yes, we get a ton less sleep than we would if we were just away with friends (well....maybe not). But we too get to have really cool experiences and get paid for it too!
I may try to get my Advanced Open Water certification this time. I've already done a few dives in that direction. I think I just have to do the navigation part and the deep dive. I'm fine with that. The hardest part was the basic scuba diver cert - there are a few 'scary' things to do, as they are the first time you may have done them...like taking off your mask or taking out your breathing apperatus and tossing it behind you. Scary. But now that you know you can do all that and not freak...the rest is quite easy.
So...I'll not post for a while. We leave on Tuesday at 6am and return on Saturday night. I'll sleep all day Sunday but at least we have off Monday and Tuesday. And when we return, school seems much better for some reason. You've done a bit of it, know that there is another vacation in about one month and then another one month after that. Yeah, the pace goes. And the kids seem to feel much better. And so do the teachers!
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