So things have been a little crazy for the last month or so. Three weeks ago, on a Friday, my roommate and I looked at a beautiful duplex we were thinking of moving to. We applied for it the following Saturday, filled out reference forms Monday, got it Tuesday, and moved in Friday, exactly a week later. We’re all moved, have had internet for a week, and life has resumed some semblance of normalcy. So that’s why posts have been a little erratic for a bit, but I intend to work on that this week. That is all; carry on. :)
While filling out job applications, I need to be careful to type “homeschool” instead of “hoeschool”. Two very different things.
“What men mean when they talk about their “crazy” ex-girlfriend is often that she was someone who cried a lot, or texted too often, or had an eating disorder, or wanted too much/too little sex, or generally felt anything beyond the realm of emotionally undemanding agreement. That does not make these women crazy. That makes those women human beings, who have flaws, and emotional weak spots. However, deciding that any behavior that he does not like must be insane– well, that does make a man a jerk.
And when men do this on a regular basis, remember that, if you are a woman, you are not the exception. You are not so cool and fabulous and levelheaded that they will totally get where you are coming from when you show emotions other than “pleasant agreement.”
—Lady, You Really Aren’t “Crazy” (via crookedindifference)
When men say “most women are crazy, but not you, you’re so cool” the subtext is not, “I love you, be the mother to my children.” The subtext is “do not step out of line, here.” If you get close enough to the men who say things like this, eventually, you will do something that they do not find pleasant. They will decide you are crazy, because this is something they have already decided about women in general.”
Reed players, you’ll know what I’m talking about.
As performing musicians, we have to keep several reeds ready to go; not too hard, not too soft. Each reed has its own personality, if you will. Some like high notes, some don’t. Some sound great for 2 hours and then die, some sound like poop all the time.
Because each reed is different, we have to find ways of marking them so that we know how they behave and which reed is best suited for whatever piece we are playing. Some musicians mark their reeds with a number. I often mark with a star for excellent or an M for ‘meh’. My bass clarinet student, however, names her reeds. Each reed has its own name, and names never, ever repeat. Currently in the line up are Horatio, Horace, Bertha, and Ed.