I Am Not Your Tool

“I have to do it. You rape our women and you’re taking over our country. And you have to go.”

I am a white woman and I do not consent to your use of me as a tool to oppress black men and women.

You didn’t kill nine people for me, you selfish, hate-filled human being.

I am overwhelmed with grief that yet another white man has decided that at he can treat black people however he likes. That he can treat his black neighbors as Other. That he has decided that he has the right to choose whether they live or die.

I remember these names, these people who are no longer here:

Sharonda Coleman-Singleton

Cynthia Hurd

Susie Jackson

Ethel Lee Lance

Rev. Depayne Middleton-Doctor

Reverend Clementa Pinckney

Tywanza Sanders

Daniel L. Simmons

Myra Thompson

 

I’m so sorry they are gone, that their lives were stolen from them by a racist ideology of which we can not seem to rid ourselves. I keep their families, friends and community in my thoughts.

Update: Also see Stephanie Zvan’s “Not Yours, Not Ever” for a more eloquent denouncement of the killer’s claim to be protecting white women.

Jenny Bandage and the Unpronounceable A.K.R.O.N.Y.M

On Saturday night I attended a showing of a new play presented by Twin Cities-based Fearless Comedy Productions called Jenny Bandage and the Unpronounceable A.K.R.O.N.Y.M. It was very silly. There were NERF guns, over-the-top loud mad scientist laughs and groan-inducing jokes.

Tim Wick, local writer and entertainer, has created a show that calls out bad science and bemoans the harsh realities of doing “good” science: mingling with donors, writing grants and flying coach. The show is a send up of traditional spy movies such as James Bond – but think more along the lines of Spy Hard. There is one part where a waiter asks Scientist Spy Jenny Bandage if she’d like her margarita “shaken or stirred,” to which she scoffs and replies, “Why would I care?”

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Cross-Country Connections: Scent

Cross-Country Connections is a Biodork (mostly) weekly blog entry dedicated to telling stories in pictures of three family members – me, my sister and Mom – living in different locations across the country. Every week we choose a different theme and then take or contribute a personal photo that fits the theme. This week’s theme is Scent.

From me in Minneapolis, Minnesota:

A small brown pot made of an organic material - a seed pod or gourd of some type? A cork is pressed into the top of the pot.

I found these scent pots all over Australian tourist shops when I was there in October. Eight months later, I can still smell the original eucalyptus oil drops that were poured inside. 

From Erin in Rockville, Maryland:

Two well-ripped bananas.

Yeah its time to make some banana bread. I can small these across the kitchen.

From Mom in Hagerstown, Maryland:

Close-up of some sort of catfish or other "whiskered" fish.

The scent of the aquarium: is it different for him than me?

Suffragette Movie

Wow. Have you seen the trailers for this movie?

Here’s the UK Trailer from YouTube:

The other trailer that I’ve seen is from Huffpo, which you can see here (redirects to Facebook).

I’ve almost not managed to sob after watching them through four or five times. Each.

Have you heard of it? Looking forward to it? Any thoughts or concerns?

Back to Minneapolis

The Hubby and I owned a house from 2003-2005 in Rochester, Minnesota. Two apartments and one or three major life decisions later and we’ve found ourselves diving back into home ownership. It’s been a hectic couple of months. We’ve been dealing with all of the headaches and suspense that comes with house-hunting and buying: realtors, inspectors, appraisers, mortgage lenders. At times it seemed that the two of us really had very little to do with the process.

But it’s done. We’re in. Mostly.

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Still Boycotting the Mall of America

I’m one of those silly Minnesotans who actually enjoys the Mall of America. I like the big indoor amusement park, I like the over-priced special exhibitions (the Star Trek exhibit was cool!). I like the indoor walking and people watching and window shopping and the Sea Life aquarium and the Mirror Maze and the giant Lego store. I like the visiting the shops that you don’t see anywhere else in this area, like the Peeps store and Paciugo Gelato.

But I did not like (ah, understatement) how the Mall of America responded to the nonviolent act of civil disobedience that took place in their rotunda on December 20th of this past year.

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Woe is Moi

CN: Injury/medical

I can haz sprained/strained ainkle? Yes, can haz.

The Hubby and I have been having a lot of fun in the spring weather – walking, bicycling, flying kites and hiking. Yesterday we went to Minnehaha Dog Park and managed to get a little way in before I fell. It was a scary fall. I lost my footing stepping down a small hill – my right foot slide down out in front of me and my ass landed squarely on my heel and back of the left ankle, as if I was in a kneeling meditation (plantar flexion?). There was an audible pop and I thought I had finally lost my record of no broken bones ever. I yelled “That was a bad one! That was a bad one! That was a bad one!” and laid there in a daze while the Hubby checked for broken bones. After a few minutes I was able to flex my ankle without much pain, no grinding sensations and there was no immediate swelling or darkening of the skin. We hobbled back out a half mile to the car. The muscles did swell up later in the day, in spite of much resting, ice, compression, elevation and Advil. We ended up grabbing some crutches from Walgreens because hopping around on one foot got really old, really fast and I was entertaining the idea that I would go to work today. [Read more…]