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Monday’s Break

A goal: aside from laughing, I’m gonna die young. I may be 120 years old, but I’ll be young. Hope you’ll be too.

I’ve been watching documentaries on graffiti and street art recently, as well as the Soap tv series from the late seventies. Bean bought it for me last year at some point, as it starred Billy Crystal. I couldn’t remember having seen it growing up, so she thought she’d help jog my memory. It did! Spotted Robert Englund as a cameo cult member which was a bonus.

“Planted”

Here’s one of my plants two years ago, a succulent that knows no bounds at the moment. It began its ascension rapidly, despite being classified as a ground cover plant. It deserves a new photo to capture all the coiling that’s taken place along the stems since then. It’s a weirdo and I like it.

Working on the company catalog (my leastest favoritest project) and watching Candyman, the tale of the Jelly Belly jelly beans inventor. Highlights so far include a Weird Al appearance and the knowledge that there was once a Bean room in which lived a dog named Poopy. Product and name correlation? Hope not. ♦

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Gettin’ the Job Done

Went to see Hamilton a coupla weeks back or so. King George did well to put the HAM in Hamilton, that’s for sure! Outlandish line delivery. Big laughs with the utterance of just one word, let alone a whole line. Each time he was on stage, Shane blushed and laughed nearly sheepishly as though he were personally responsible for the king’s words. Surely there’s a statute of limitations on these things- Shane came to the U.S. at fifteen, he’s just over double that in age now, he can relax a little, I think. Bean’s seemed to’ve made their home motto “immigrants, we get the job done,” which is fine by me as I subscribe to The White Stripes’ “white Americans, what? Nothing better to do? Why don’t you kick yourself out? You’re an immigrant too.” My family just got here sooner than some. My dad says we’re linked to those that came over on the Mayflower, but I haven’t found the connection yet. Though my parents surprised me by being quite accurate in relaying my ancestral roots, at least according to last year’s DNA test results. Are those things a crock, I wonder? Still, there were three surprises on there that I wanna know more about.

“Hoopla”

We stood around on the sidewalk after the show to catch an autograph or two from the cast. The actor playing the king was the first out. He looked into the face of each person whose playbill he signed, but most kept looking down, and just mumbled “thank you.” When he reached me, I looked up brightly with a “cheerio!” realizing instantly that means goodbye. He seemed startled more than anything which wasn’t the effect I was going for- he could’ve countered with a “you say goodbye, I say hello,” but left hanging was I. We left shortly after, as Shane wanted to meet the king, and having done so, Bean was satisfied to pass on the rest of the cast, because despite their splendiferousness, she summed it up in proclaiming it’s not Miranda nor Diggs. I think the bitterly cold wind, an at-home Edie, and a 4-ish a.m. Shane wake up time may’ve had more to do with it.

“Hoopla”Drawing by Christina Wald

Bean’s been uber-obsessed with the play since first laying ears on it, calling me to tell me I needed to buy the soundtrack and learn it (I’d already had it for a week at that point). It may be the thing Edie listened to the most while on her nine month incubated journey. Bean queued up the PBS documentary, Hamilton’s America, when it was first available and had me watch. She was taken with the making of it all, where I was stuck on the admirable idea that Miranda said he was going on vacation and looking for something to read, and chose a Hamilton biography, not the typical person’s choice for a vacation read. I’d receive periodic updates on film clips showcasing Daveed Diggs rapping fast. Then last summer, we were driving home late from seeing a show in downtown Seattle, Gaffigan possibly, and drove by a theatre with Diggs’s name up on the marquee leaving Bean bummed to have missed that he was in town performing.

“Hoopla”Drawing by Christina Wald

I’m conflicted on the following: the show has raked in heaps and heaps of money which is great! Because demand’s been high, the ticket prices have been ridiculously so as well meaning audiences are filled with predominantly rich older white folks, which one could argue is a demographic that could stand to sit, listen, and learn to relate. However, it seems a waste that a cast comprised of many people of color in positions of historical significance isn’t more accessible to the masses through more than classroom field trips, student discounts, and same-day lowered rate performances would allow. Glad to read that Miranda will reprise the title roll next January in Puerto Rico where all that money could help bring an economical boost via tourism for the island. Not that I needed one, as my heart is nearly always affixed to my sleeve except for when served up on a platter, but our newest team member at work is from Puerto Rico and has had her mom who still resides there, living with her here in Tacoma for the last several months due to the continued power outage. Nothing like a first hand account to make struggles all the more real, and to make it all the easier to appreciate efforts to relieve them. ♦

The ad showcased in the featured image is from Broadway’s First Hamilton.

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Knock It Off

“Listen

Got a new set of knockers for Christmas.

Allusion to a politically incorrect phrase on my part? Absolutely. As Carlin and Cleese have touched on in times past, political correctness can in itself be offensive and carried too far. Doing my part to ensure that doesn’t happen.

Along the same lines, Bean and I have been grumpalumping about certain societal imbalances as of late. At the risk of offering up derogatory socio-political armchair commentary, you won’t find me at a women’s march any time soon. I support true feminism, not the surface level bandwagon version that once again doesn’t attempt to offer equality to women, but instead desires to position them as superior to men. Woo, they have vaginas and are proud of it. Were large groups of men to state pride in their equivalent body part, take to wearing roosters’ combs on their heads in a coy winking nod, those same women would freak the fruck out. Way to leap into the very role they’re railing against. Just because it seems that men have been doing that very thing in a metaphorical sense for years, does not justify the hypocritical wearing of the shoe on the other foot. Hat on the other head? Empowerment, equality, yes. Entitlement, over-elevation, no.

We’ve already been there, done that. Those that don’t know their history are doomed to repeat it. Instead of taking us forward, there’s a current rehashing of ground already gained as though it were brand new territory. Each new generation often learns life’s lessons for themselves, but take a clue already. A brief look at feminism in the sixties, seventies, and eighties will prove the déjà vu of it all rather quickly. I cringe to think that a perusal of The Women’s Rights Movement that started in the last half of the past century would reveal even more of a rehash than that of progression. About the only new thing the movement is bringing, is the trend of stating it all more crassly and crudely which is tacky, tough, and disrespectful, not edgy, strong, or intelligent.

True feminism means being as feminine (or not) as a female feels like being while maintaining authority and commanding respect equal to that of any other person. Those that still equate femininity with weakness versus perhaps with softness are missing the entire point. And feminism is equality for both genders. The “duh” to follow that statement is palpable.

Infuriatingly, many of the same women crying “feminism” are threatening to destroy the credibility of truly victimized women, undermining a key point the movement is meant to achieve. I speak of those that dare to wrongfully define what constitutes rape. Feeling shame and uncomfortable feelings over degrading oneself with casual sex is NOT rape. They might have been on the fence or not really wanted to do it, but they did anyway. Own it. Women must take responsibility for their actions or non-actions, to not do so is a slap in the face of feminism.

Furthermore, skewering any man that dare voice an opinion that’s not entirely, utterly deferential and servile won’t fly either. Take the case of the actor Matt Damon being reviled over statements calling for- gasp- fair assessment. Writing his statement off as merely adding to the noise versus validating it as a needed reminder of reason. Silencing men in the same manner women claim to’ve been silenced by men. Tit for tat, an eye for an eye? I’ve found a place for shame.

The future is NOT female. How very unprogressive. The future is human. ♦

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Facebook CVIII

“Smooch

Got to watch as the niece viewed It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown recently. Bean has a fixation (and collection to match) with Snoopy and the Peanuts gang, and thought it time to pass it along! Edie’s all lit up by the glow of the screen, and though a bit grainy in quality, love that her briefly transfixed and motionless state allowed me to capture that little profile of hers. <3 ♦

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Love It

“Shadowed”

Lots of posts about people all scaredy-catted to go see the new Stephen King It flick- me, I just feel like I’m off to visit an old friend. Count it a character flaw, a vice- trash in, trash out- yet still I view. Here’s a timely shadow found on my sister’s car seat formed from the sticker plastered on the window. For those in the know, it’s more than legible. ♦

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Conk

“Double

Bean took me by the Kindness Trading Wall in Tacoma the other evening where love awaits to conk someone over the head. It was found among many other painted rocks- some humorous, some clever, the slightly novice mixed in with the more well crafted, and all an example of participation and effort. The bold pink underline rang out to me like a command: LOVE. So simple, just not always easy. Gonna keep trying, and you should too. ♦

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