Monday, October 25, 2010

In memoriam.

If you want real welfare reform, you focus on a good education, good health care, and a good job.

If you want to reduce poverty, you focus on a good education, good health care, and a good job.

If you want a stable middle class, you focus on a good education, good health care, and a good job.

If you want to have citizens who can participate in democracy, you focus on a good education, good health care, and a good job.

And if you want to end the could build a million new prisons and you could fill them all up, but you will never end this cycle of ­violence unless you invest in the health and the skill and the intellect and the character of our children — you focus on a good ­education, good health care, and a good job.

And other than that, I don’t feel strongly about ­anything.

Senator Paul Wellstone
July 21, 1944 – October 25, 2002

Friday, October 22, 2010

From the archives.

Fall classics:

Fall 1978.

Remember when jumping in leaves was the best fun ever?

Fall 1978.

Happy Friday, y'all!

Friday, October 15, 2010

Web shopping.

Remember last year when I bought a Prairie Underground hoodie on ebay? No? You don't keep track of my public clothing purchases?


Given that I have worn it literally hundreds of times already, despite having had it for less than a year, I have successfully been able to rationalize buying a second one. I mostly need the second one so that I don't look quite so much like a person who wears the same thing to work every day (n.b.: I am wearing the hoodie pictured above today).

So I just ordered this one, except in brown:

After weeks of internet stalking and failed ebay sniping attempts, I ended up ordering from, one of those aggressively designer-y websites, with a 30% off coupon from the always reliable (Side note: remember how ugly and like, shameful, internet coupon aggregators used to be? This one isn't. It's very cute. And it has saved me a bunch of money.) Considering these hoodies are expensive and they never, ever go on sale unless there's a single one left in XS in an unpopular color, 30% off is significant savings. And, they're U.S.-made out of organic cotton, so these hoodies massage my conscience in addition to being the key to my entire wardrobe at this point.

Speaking of key: you see my feet in the photo up there (welcome google fetishists)? I'm wearing the Vibram FiveFingers Spring Multisport shoes that I got right before we went to England. I call them my "gorilla feet." The whole barefoot/minimalist shoe thing has been intriguing me for awhile now--at least 2.5 years or so, if my own blog is to be trusted--so again after MUCH hemming and hawing and internet shopping and price comparing, I bit the bullet (REI; I'm a member and had a teeeeeny dividend to spend and get free shipping). And I love them. They make me feel like a sprightly elf. They have thoroughly rocked my calf muscles (especially running, which I can only manage for like a block at a time so far). They are correcting the things that lesser shoes have done to my feet over the years. The problem is, they are ruining me for other shoes. My Danskos and Sanitas are not feeling so good anymore. My Keens are still all right, but why so much rubber under the heel, my feet now wonder. I put on a pair of close-fitting ballet flats the other day and couldn't hack it at all. TOO MUCH TOE SQUISH. I'm going to have to get rid of those.

Also, winter is coming. Whatever their other virtues, the gorilla feet aren't waterproof.

Anyway, that's what I've been buying, FYI. (Based on this post, apparently I aspire to look as though I could spring into your yoga class at a moment's notice.)

Wednesday, October 06, 2010

From the archives.

I was just looking through some stuff and found one of my favorite pictures ever.

With flash.

Henry was 4 1/2 and had just woken up from a nap, and this is what he put on. The gold vest was a bribe/reward for not waking his parents up in the middle of the night for ten consecutive nights.

The era when he dressed in a tuxedo every day seems like such a long time ago.

Monday, October 04, 2010

When your garden turns on you.

So I planted this amaranth, and it appears to be giving me the finger.

Tons of amaranth plants came up next to the sunflowers (I did, in fact, plant them, if random seed scattering + hoping for the best = planting), and they all seem to be giving me the finger.