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Carl Mayfield • October 24, 1926 - May 4, 1997
Mamie Pauline (Sheppard) Mayfield • July 20, 1931 - April 27, 2009
TUE 11.04.08 @ 11:36pm
Eric and I decided at the last minute to go down to the Westin for the official Democratic Party Election Night Party. It was insane. People were shouting and honking their horns for blocks around the building. Inside, it was tough to find a spot in the ballroom where you could see anything or even breathe. We ended up in a corner with a pretty good view of the screen that played the TV coverage. We missed the official calling of the Election at 8pm - we were in the car listening to NPR. I don't think they even waited until 8:01pm to call it!But we were there when McCain conceded, and when Obama accepted. You just have no idea the energy in the room, the emotions on everyone's faces. I have never seen so many people for such an amazing reason. Yep, it's nice to be in a crowd when the home team wins something. But when you're in a crowd of hundreds of people who are happy because a politician gave them HOPE and then delivered. Holy shit.
Here is a picture of me with a sign - I borrowed it, but later did manage to "acquire" one of my own. :) Click the pic for more pictures from tonight, including a movie of the acceptance speech (heavily drowned out by supporters in the cacophanous ballroom).
THU 8.28.08 @ 8:50pm
So the Democratic National Convention just ended, and I realized I couldn't let this historic occasion go by without some mention, if only so I can look back to my blog years from now and say "Oh yah, I remember that."Ted Kennedy and Hillary Clinton were phenomenal speakers. I really felt it was a shame that Hillary was not chosen to be on the ticket as VP. And then Joe Biden took the stage - "who the hell is he???" I've been asking myself - and boy does that man have some fight in him. Biden may not bring in as many swing votes as Hillary could have, but he's definitely no slouch. Wasn't it wonderful to see Bill Clinton speak again? Especially to be so supportive of Obama after all the Clinton vs. Obama bullshit.
But Barack Obama was the point of this week, and his speech was amazing. First I have to point out that I may be the only Democrat in the country that didn't hear his speech at the DNC 4 years ago. So I've made it a point to watch as much coverage of him as possible since the primaries revved up earlier this year. It is truly astounding the way he captures a crowd and invigorates and inspires them.
I have no idea how, but he topped Hillary's speech, Bill Clinton & Ted Kennedy & Joe Biden's, as well as anything I had heard from him so far. He said so many things I have been waiting for someone important to say. Ted Kennedy & Hillary Clinton blew me away when they mentioned gay rights in their speeches, but to hear the Democratic Presidential Candidate speak of it was... Yes, I cried. Finally. Finally someone who acknowledges us. His soundbite about poverty struck so true - it was so simple, and yet so profound - something about the Republicans telling someone born to poverty to pull themselves up by their bootstraps, and if you don't have bootstraps, tough luck, you're on your own.
There are people out there that don't believe in hand-outs, and they get down on "welfare" of any sort. Coming from a family on welfare, knowing it was all that kept me from being homeless for most of my childhood, I am kind of confused by this. There are some people who think maybe we give too much, and maybe they just need to see what's really out there to realize we're not doing enough. But it's the people who would eliminate social services such as welfare and healthcare for the poor and tuition programs for their children that really just leave me... I feel this empty sorrow in my gut, trying to wrap my head around how they could feel that way. Is there really some vital sense of empathy missing in them?
Barack Obama has finally shown by his shining example that helping each other is vital to being an American. We are not put on this earth to walk it alone. We're all in this together, and we all need each other. Americans have always come to each other's side in times of great need - someone just needs to show them that there is always great need, somewhere. Just open your eyes and look around.
By my math, I have been old enough to vote for 4 Presidential Elections now. Always before, there was this sense of desperation - the Democratic candidate must win - we have to protect Roe v. Wade. I was infuriated with the Republican party for making politics about morality, instead of about how to manage the economy or protect our people here and abroad.
Today, for the first time, I looked at a Presidential Candidate and felt hope. Hope that here was a man who could champion the people, all of them, and move us into the 21st century, rather than trying to drag us back to the Dark Ages.
Today, I think I know what it must have felt like to be present when Martin Luther King, Jr. talked about black children and white children holding hands. I think I know how it felt to hear John F. Kennedy talk about going to the moon. Finally, someone to look up to who isn't going to wade around in the mud of the status quo, but will see our real challenges, face them, and then look higher at what more we can achieve when we stop squabbling and start putting our minds together to fix, to accomplish, and to excel.
Hi Hope, it's nice to see you again. I've missed you. Come 'ere and gimme a big hug!
THU 7.26.08 @ 12:21pm
It's official! I now have my own shop online to sell my jewelry: http://mysie.etsy.com. I've been considering an Etsy.com shop for awhile now, but after hearing how simple it was to use from Elaine Alhadeff, I finally decided to go for it. Etsy is a wonderful place where you can buy handmade items directly from the artists. The shop is a little bare right now, but I already have items for sale! Yay! :)THU 7.26.08 @ 12:21pm
Farewell Mr. BushFarewell Mr. Bush, liar, bully, and thief. You stole an election, lied to Americans and the world to start a war, angered and alienated our allies, and let the true terrorists behind the 9/11 attacks slip away in Afghanistan. If I could wish away your presidency, I would. You were never prepared to lead this nation: your intellect and sense of humor are questionable at best, you refused to be honest or own up to your mistakes, you never came up with anything new or promising to do or say. Now you have left us with a mess to clean up - the environment, foreign relations, the economy, and America's faith in the office of President have been set back by decades. Please go far, far away and don't look back - we won't need your help fixing this mess, we need a miracle.
THU 7.17.08 @ 6:32pm
Walking along streetsthat collapse from crumbling sewers
Past buildings that you jump to avoid
because they will fall on you
Past grim faces that size you up and sentence you
Past closed shops,
closed markets,
closed cinemas,
closed parks,
closed cafes,
Sometimes showing dusty signs, justifications:
"CLOSED FOR RENOVATION"
"CLOSED FOR REPAIRS"
What kind of repairs?
When will these so-called renovations be finished?
When at last will they begin?
Closed... closed... closed... everything closed...
I arrive, open the countless padlocks and run up the temporary stairs
There she is, waiting for me
I pull off the cover, and stare at her dusty, cold shape
I clean of the dust and caress her
With my hand, delicately, I wipe clean her back, her base and her sides
In front of her, I feel desperate and happy
I run my fingers over her keyboard and suddenly it all starts up
With a tinkling sound the music begins, little by little, then faster;
now full speed.
Walls, trees, streets, cathedrals, faces and beaches.
Cells, mini-cells, huge cells
Starry nights, bare feet, pines, clouds.
Hundreds, thousands, millions of parrots,
A stool, a climbing plant,
they all answer my call, all come to me
The walls recede, the roof vanishes, and you float quite naturally
You float uprooted, dragged off, lifted high
Transported, immortalized, saved
Thanks to that subtle, continuous rhythm,
That music, that incessant tap-tap.
- Reinaldo Arenas
WED 12.29.07 @ 3:27pm
Sometimes something comes along, and you know you just have to keep it close to you somehow. You take a photo, make a clipping, clip a lock of hair or save a flower. So what about a song? A song that moves you so much that no, you don't need to listen to it forever on iTunes. But those words just need to find a permanent place to be kept, so if by chance you might forget them, you just need to go to one place to jog your memory, and your heart is moved all over again.Waitress starring Keri Russell was quite good, but the intensely bitter and the intensely saccharin just didn't mix well enough to list it as a favorite. But the song. It's the sweetest little song, so uncomplicated and full of a simple joy.
The Pie Song by Quincy Coleman - "Baby Don't You Cry"
Baby don't you cry
Gonna make a pie
Gonna make a pie with a heart in the middle
Baby don't be blue
Gonna make for you
Gonna make a pie with a heart in the middle
Gonna be a pie from heaven above
Gonna be filled with strawberry love
Baby don't you cry
Gonna make a pie
And hold you forever in the middle of my heart
Baby here's the sun
Baby here's the sky
Baby I'm your light and I'm your shelter
Baby you are mine
I could freeze the time
Keep you in my kitchen with me forever
Gonna be a pie from heaven above
Gonna be filled with strawberry love
Baby don't you cry
Gonna make a pie
And hold you forever in the middle of my heart
Gonna bake a pie from heaven above
Gonna be filled with butterscotch love
Gonna bake a pie from heaven above
Gonna be filled with banana creme love
Baby don't you cry
Gonna bake a pie
Hold you forever
Hold you forever
And hold you forever in the middle of my heart
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WED 9.12.07 @ 4:40am
So after a year+, I figured it was time to give mysie.com an overhaul. Maybe I'll actually clean up some of the pages, add some content, and *gasp* write in the blog. Um, yah... We'll just have to see about that.My life is currently revolving around transitioning from bitch-in-pain who spends all of her unemployed days bemoaning her fate, to bitch-in-pain trying to be a productive and supportive housewife. Unfortunately, bitch-in-pain + productive/supportive = oxymoron/paradox/matter meets anti-matter/end of the universe.
In other news, my business tanked, I lost/drove away my best friend, and I developed hives from some as-yet-named allergy.
On the horizon, we are finally planning that trip to Italy. Next year will be our 10 year wedding anniversary, and that will be our present to ourselves. My #1 goal while there will be trying not to spend too much money on glass in Venice, art/antiques in Tuscany, and souvenirs from Rome. Well, ok, that will be my #2 goal, as my #1 goal will be to do my best not to pitch-a-fit on the day we have to leave Florence.
FRI 5.26.06 @ 4:12pm
It is 5:15pm on Wednesday May 24, and we are sitting on the ferry about topull out from Orcas Island. We stayed the last 3 nights on San Juan Island, at the Friday Harbor Inn. On the high-end of the mid-range priced hotels, we ended up spending more than we should have - just for the priviledge of a pool that we never used! We have tried to just relax and play everything by ear on this trip. We spent a lot of time outdoors or in the car along the west side of the island.We visited south Beach at American Camp a handful of times. It's basically my favorite spot on the island. There may be a river otter that lives there. We saw it on our first trip last year and, on the look out for it this time, we had a face-to-face with one at almost the same spot on the beach! Also, I picked through beach rocks, collecting about 2 handfuls that I'm going to try to turn into jewelry. And I think I saw a gray-colored whale. This is odd because you generally only spot Orca or porpoises along the islands.
The highlight of our many trips to South Beach had to be watching a prairie-like field filled to the bursting with rabbits. There were hundreds of them. And doing their darnedest to catch these little cuties were some foxes. There they were in the middle of a virtual buffet of rabbits, and we didn't spot a single fox take down a single rabbit! They were constantly running around trying though!
As we were leaving the beach park on one trip, we noticed another couple had pulled their car over and had a camera on a tripod setup. We stopped and looked over to see what was so fascinating: two baby foxes playing in the grass! One had typical fox coloring: a reddish coat, lighter colored face, black legs, and a white-tipped tail. The other was a milk-chocolate color all over - except for the white tip on its tail. We must have taken a million pictures of them playing and lounging and itching. Then another typical-colored baby fox came over the hill to play, and a million more pictures were taken!
Yesterday was Tuesday, and Eric went on a kayaking trip with San Juan Safaris - something he's been interested in trying out for some time. He really enjoyed it, despite a mild sunburn and not seeing any whales. :(
While Eric was kayaking I saw a pod of Orca at Lime Kiln Sate Park. They were so amazingly close, you could make out their faces and teeth when they breached! I'm not sure I was quick enough with the camera to capture anything that detailed however. Then I hopped into my car to follow them up to Small Pox Bay. Creepy name, but a very pretty park. The whales didn't come in as close, and my pictures there are even less impressive, but it was again just so... exciting and awe-inducing to experience.
Today we took the ferry to Orcas Island to tool around, shop, see what was here, and get a feel for another Island in the group. The central hub known as Eastsound has more to do and buy than Friday Harbor on San Juan, but for the most part I was less impressed. The views just didn't seem as spectacular, the drives not quite as serene. We did go to the top of Mt. Constitution, which at 2400 feet is the highest point in the islands. The view was breathtaking - you could see all the islands with about 180° view, including Anacortes/Fidalgo Island and Bellingham. Wow!
Another cool thing about this trip has been all the art that we've seen - and purchased! When we checked into our hotel, we discovered Eric's boss had paid for our stay, so that left Eric feeling spendy. :) We bought 2 items at Island Studios in Friday Harbor: a framed print of "Lavendar Walk" by Nancy McDonnell Spaulding, a pastel of two black cats in a backyard garden filled with lavendar; and what I assume is a reproduction of a hand-worked mandala called "Healing Conflict" by Kristy Gjesme, with lots of colors and elephants going around in circles for infinity, hand-placed on layers of scrapbooking papers behind a glass plate (hard to properly describe, but very gorgeously done). On Orcas Island we visited the Crow Valley Pottery shop that had all sorts of pottery, glass, and other art pieces - I took some pictures, but didn't buy anything. Unlike our stop at Orcas Island Pottery. Yes, I did take plenty of pictures - the view was competing shamelessly with all of the pottery inside and outside (seriously, check out the website if you don't believe me!). But I also had a hell of a time picking out just one thing to buy, and ended up getting a little "berry pot" in shiny purple hues that I plan to use as an indoor-planter, and a little seahorse magnet. Then when we were in Eastsound, I was entranced by Wood's Cove, a cute little shop filled to the brim with women's shoes, clothing and so many little wonderful art pieces and jewelry! I finally settled on a notecard of "Storm Day!" by Shawna Franklin, which features a black cat watching a storm through a window, created via printing from a hand-carved block - a truly stunning effect! I also had a hell of a time deciding from the pieces available by Meagan Gardiner, hand assembled shadow boxes filled with miniature items like seashells and grains. I finally picked the blue frame with teeny white seashells inside, the largest being maybe the size of the fingernail on my index finger, the smallest the size of a pinhead. Sadly, I was tricked into buying something not a product of the islands - but Australia is an island, and it's just an amazing find!!! :D
So finally, the real question: did this trip do its job? Am I relaxed? Am I feeling better?
The trip was awesome, but let's call it mission not-so-accomplished. I am not stressing about work, which is fucking brilliant, but I didn't really need the trip for that anymore. I was feeling really good physically on Friday and Saturday - I told my physical therapist I had *no* pain on Saturday! But the hotel bed was uncomfortable and every morning I woke up with a sore back, which my stretches and heating pads didn't do much for. As for relaxing, I was on the verge of snapping at Eric all day today - a combination of me almost missing the ferry that he was already on, and being unable to find comfort sitting or walking today. And WTF is going on with my stomach? Almost daily bouts of nauseau. And NO, I'm not pregnant. But DAMN!
So we had a great time, but it just wasn't enough. I'm still anxious and worried about things, and it seems so is Eric. Plus, my body is still much as it has been for months. But at least we enjoyed ourselves. I just wish we'd had more time. That's all I could think about when I woke up this morning: I wish we had one more day. But I'm just too nervous about leaving the cats that long. Maybe next time we should get a cat sitting.
SAT 5.13.06 @ 11:45pm
OMG - THREE entries in one day! Notify the authorities - hell has frozen over and the demons are coming up for our warmer weather!*ahem*
Since I've got movies on the brain, I just wanted to mention that last night Eric and I finally watched The Interpreter. The reviews had this one pegged pretty squarely dead-on: the trailers revealed too much, the plot was too damned predictable, and the acting was great. Actually, Eric thinks Sean Penn was good, but a little weak. Has Nicole Kidman ever given a "weak" performance in her life? She continues to blow me away in whatever she's in. There was just something so genuine and believable about her character, or rather her portrayal of the character. Not something a person would normally say about a character with dark secrets in her past.
But more than Nicole Kidman, I think what I appreciated even more was this other character, the fictitious country known as Matoba. Africa, by and large, is a place I have previously had almost no desire to visit. I've seen "Out of Africa", loved it, loved the cinematography and the characters and the setting, but still - no desire to go there. None. Not anymore. Something about this movie, mostly the scene with Kidman playing her flute and the looking at her African photographs on the wall, gave such a soothing, inviting appeal that I've never felt before. Not for Africa anyway. It was quite moving.
Finally, I wanted to talk about another movie I watched earlier this week on cable, Havoc. There was a trailer for it on some lame movie we just rented that I can't even remember watching now. And there was Anne Hathaway looking all hot and sexy, and Eric immediately chirped up he'd seen her boobs when he watched part of it a few days before. So when I found it starting as I was flipping channels, I stayed to watch. And stayed, intrigued.
Totally freaking predictable plot. The dialogue was even predictable! The white rich-kid gangsta shit was ridiculous (although Joseph Gordon-Levitt's off-the-wall take on it was fucking hilarious). And don't even get me started on the idea of teenagers getting totally smashed and then being able to drive just fine a moment later.
But the performances by Anne Hathaway and Freddy Rodr’guez were riveting. These 2 fit so well together, with their cat-like sensual movements and intense eyes. Not since Angelina Jolie and Antonio Banderas collided in Original Sin have I seen such an explosive sexual chemistry. Oddly, there wasn't much release for it. Hathaway's character is sexy and sexually active, but seems to prefer going down on a guy to preserve her virginity, so when faced with the opportunity for the fuck of her life as her first time, she wigs instead of going with this gift from god. Because really, that's what an opportunity like that really is. A virgin gets to be deflowered by a skilled, coveted, Latino lover who practically scorches your skin with his eyes. Yep, she fucked that one up.
*ahem* Sorry, getting a little off the point there...
Point being, it's been days, and I still can't get the visuals of their dueling sexiness out of my head. I think more people need to watch movies with the goal to satisfy more than just one craving. Movies aren't all about plot. There's the characters, dialogue, cinematography, movement, score and soundtrack.
SAT 5.13.06 @ 11:30pm
I just quickly wanted to insert something I read in the paper on Friday. A lot of people are talking about the latest Bush fiasco: the telephone call database. I finally read a full article about it, instead of just a headline and a snippet, because lately I just can't stand to read any more of this BS. I've got to say, D. Parvaz makes a simple and eloquent statement.The only thing that I can add of my own: more than anything right now, the people who insist on blindly trusting and worshipping the president simply because he's the president make me more and more sick every day. What's wrong with you? Don't you remember how our country was formed? Don't you remember that we're a Democracy and that the President is there to serve *us*? When he's doing a piss-poor job of it, you don't sweep it under the rug because "he knows best". Grow a few more brain cells, as well as a spine, and think for yourself - and tell the prick he needs to shape up or pack it up. And hopefully ITMFA. FUCK.
*ahem*
Here's the article in full, because newspapers tend to archive things quick, and require memberships to view archival pieces. Enjoy.
Friday, May 12, 2006
Popping Off: George, your number is just about up
By D. PARVAZ
P-I REPORTER
Let's see ... 202-456-1111.
Hello, is this the White House? Is the president in? No? May I leave a message?
This is D. Par ... oh, you already know who it is? Of course you do. Yes, my Iranian father is fine. Then again, you probably know I call him every weekend, right?
OK, so here's my message for President George W. Bush:
Look, I know I shouldn't be surprised, but I am, nonetheless, pretty disgusted at what I read in Thursday's USA Today -- the piece on the National Security Agency secretly collecting phone records of millions of Americans, even ones who aren't suspected of having terrorist ties. One source said the database of call records is "the largest database ever assembled in the world" and that the National Security Agency is working on creating "a database of every call ever made" within the country's borders. Did you happen to read the story?
Yeah, I know you held a news conference on the topic, but perhaps you didn't read the story all that closely. If you had, you couldn't have held that press conference with a straight face, defending the practices of the NSA as perfectly legal, saying, "The privacy of all Americans is fiercely protected in all our activities."
Dood. Buddy. George. The fact that you're spying on people in their homes and at their businesses means you've already pretty much blown the whole bit about protecting people's "privacy."
Get it? That horse has left the barn.
Speaking of horses, telling people that this type of surveillance is legal (which, by the way, many of us don't buy) is hardly justification for doing it. Until recently, getting to know a horse in the biblical sense in Washington state was legal. Does that make it right? I'm fairly certain most people don't have any confidence that the NSA is keeping its mitts off the personal information that goes along with the phone numbers. The trust is long gone. Besides, if the NSA was sure this program was above board, why did it refuse to go through the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act court, as Qwest lawyers requested?
And enough about the spying being "focused on al-Qaida and its known associates." You're violating the rights of the citizens of this country, who, by the way, are collectively your boss, while Osama bin Laden is oh, that's right. You don't really know where he is, do you? You and your lot use the devastating images of the 9/11 attacks to stir fear in people, hoping it'll allow your administration to do whatever it wishes to do, with impunity. When I hear your tired spiel about protecting Americans from the terrorists, I'm reminded of what Nazi leader Hermann Goering said when told that in the democratic United States, only Congress could declare war, and that people had a real voice: "Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy," said Goering, who, incidentally, was part of a regime that had a Reich Central Office for the Combatting of Homosexuality and Abortion. "All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country," he said.
That is the game you're playing, isn't it, George?
It's a dangerous game. The people in this country can take a lot from their leaders, but they also have a history of getting riled up, dumping tea in harbors, etc.
I wouldn't recommend ignoring the kind of ill will you're banking up at this point. So lay off the spying, already.
See, George, I've had this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach for a few years now. It tells me that history will look back on your administration and the country that supported it as symbols of idiocy, hypocrisy and deceit.
And that feeling of absolute dread is informed by news report after news report, showing the government's fabrication of "facts," mishandling of funds, gross violations of civil rights, and on and on and on.
I'm outraged, and while I find that sustaining this level of outrage is exhausting, it's not as exhausting as just watching this nightmare unfold and not speaking about it.
You've got my number (in more ways than one, I imagine). So holla back, if you'd like. I gotta go call AT&T, Verizon and BellSouth and give them what for. Can't believe they forked over their customer records to the NSA. Then I'll call Qwest and thank them for having a brass pair and protecting their customers. Peace out, Georgie.
SAT 5.13.06 @ 8:13pm
O! SIFF! O, Thy wicked, delicious, and sensual delights! How I have missed Thee.Did the Member's Only line-up today to exchange my vouchers for movie tickets, and experience the SHORTEST SIFF line ever. Holy Fuck! Now, Member's Only Preview Night last Wednesday was much more SIFF-like. Advertised start-time of 7pm, people who had been lining up for hours when I got there at 6:20, doors didn't open until 6:45, nothing started until about 7:15. Yep, that's SIFF scheduling for ya!!! I miss being a pampered Pass-Holder. *sniff* Oh well, at least I got my tickets before anything sold out!!!
If anyone would like to go to a screening with me, hit me up - we can be line buddies! For some reason this year I am leaning toward Asian movies. There is the mandatory Iranian movie, mandatory gay movie, mandatory questionable-appeal opening night movie, what looks to be a true gem Seattle movie, a nifty UK horror flick, and one Brazilian movie that seems an odd concept but the visuals of the trailer were just brilliantly mesmerizing.
My back is still a concern, but I'm trying to be optimistic. Plus, I only scheduled movies on the same day twice - and both days there is plenty of time in-between to get to the next venue and do some stretches. So cross your fingers. I'm really excited about the possibility of actually going to *all* the movies I've picked this year, which would be a first for me.
Hooray for SIFF!!!!!
The Illusionist
May 25, 2006 7:00 PM, 110 min, Paramount Theatre
Boy Culture
May 26, 2006 7:00 PM, 88 min, Egyptian Theatre
Princess Raccoon
May 29, 2006 1:30 PM, 120 min, Neptune Theatre
The Hidden Blade
May 29, 2006 6:30 PM, 132 min, Pacific Place Cinema
The Nightly Song of the Travellers
Jun 3, 2006 4:30 PM, 85 min, Harvard Exit
VishwaThulasi
Jun 4, 2006 1:15 PM, 114 min, Lincoln Square Cinemas
Three Times
Jun 10, 2006 1:30 PM, 120 min, Pacific Place Cinema
Perhaps Love
Jun 10, 2006 6:30 PM, 110 min, Egyptian Theatre
Shinobi
Jun 11, 2006 1:30 PM, 101 min, Neptune Theatre
Evil Aliens
Jun 13, 2006 4:30 PM, 95 min, Neptune Theatre
Expiration Date
Jun 16, 2006 4:00 PM, 94 min, Egyptian Theatre
House of Sand
Jun 17, 2006 1:15 PM, 115 min, Pacific Place Cinema
Starfish Hotel
Jun 18, 2006 2:15 PM, 98 min, Harvard Exit