I cannot say how much I love my local library.
The Myth of the Extraordinary Woman doesn’t challenge sexism. Having one female character in a group of male characters who deserves to be there because she “earned their respect” by “being the best” does NOTHING to threaten the patriarchy, because it’ll just isolate…
It was illegal for Black people to even move to Oregon until 1927.
And in what I’m sure is completely unrelated news, Black people comprise only two percent of the state’s population (as compared to 13.2 percent nationally)
More on Oregon’s Exclusionary Black Laws » here
(via odinsblog)
This state is where I make my home, and I love it here, but we still have a long, long way to go.
(via ruckawriter)
February 7
An unexpected side effect of being sick is that I now wake up and immediately want a cup of tea. I’d adopted the Immediate Tea Protocol while sick because it made my throat feel better, but now it feels a little like it’s turned into an addiction; I wake up and before too long, I’m thinking “Well, one cup of tea wouldn’t be too bad, would it?” Without meaning to, I’ve become a parody of a British man, fopishly craving tea at every turn. O, how far I’ve fallen.
Still. Nobody would mind if I just made myself a quick cuppa, right…?
February 6
This was almost the first day without an entry (as opposed to the days when the entries were written but for some reason didn’t post, which has happened… three times now?). We can successfully blame workload and the fact that the DC Comics news broke before I got up, making me behind the curve before I’d even gotten out of bed, always the greatest way to start the last day of the week. But now, 4000+ words, a gym trip, an emergency shopping trip to get stuff for a sick wife, and not one but two abandoned phone calls later — oh, and a couple of meals, but that should be taken as read — I am so close to putting off the computer for the week.
There’s such a sense of accomplishment at this point. The annoyances and things I didn’t get around to — which, for the second week running, is “I should’ve really done more on Tumblr” — fade into the background, replaced by a feeling that’s best described as Oh God I made it, I didn’t think I would. When every week ends feeling like you’ve narrowly escaped something by the skin of your teeth, that’s when you feel truly alive, right…? Right…?
February 5
My mental behavior over the last few weeks has taught me one, somewhat surprising, thing: no matter what is going on, or what deadlines I have going on, I apparently have to take it easy midweek. This isn’t an optimum decision for the rest of my week — it almost inevitably throws my Thursdays and Fridays into busy disarray — but it’s almost certainly what happens: every Wednesday, my brain will slow down and I’ll not manage to do everything that I want to do that day.
On the one hand, this is amazingly frustrating, because it really does mean that I end up having to do way too much in too little time for the following two days every single week, but on the other, I feel like the fact that it continues to happen no matter what my personal plans may be suggests that it’s my own mental rhythm asserting itself, and that’s got to be a good thing no matter what. (It’s just that the “what” turns out to be a relatively big deal for the rest of my week; Wednesdays are always the day where I wish I could have a do-over.)
Now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s a Thursday. Turns out, I have a lot to do.