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Monday, December 31, 2007

The Superhero's Girlfriend

"Does Spiderman have a girlfriend?" Jonah asks me casually.

I am so pleased to know this. "Yes! Mary Jane!"

"What is she like?" he wants to know.

"She has red hair, and...I think she's an actress."

Then: "Does Batman have a girlfriend?"

"I think it's Batgirl. Or maybe Catwoman?" ("Or maybe Robin?" I wonder.)

"What about Superman?"

"Lois Lane. Why?"

He doesn't answer. Thinks it over.

Later when we are eating in a restaurant on Valencia Street chattering away he suddenly falls silent, staring out the window, transfixed. Then he flushes, laughs, says, "I thought I saw X! (girl's name) but it wasn't her."

Oh. Oh oh oh.

Pieta

The frumpy, middle-aged woman stands alone in front of Kentucky Fried Chicken. Can't really see the words on the PETA protest poster she is holding up, it just features a huge photograph of Pamela Anderson.

Turkish Coffee at Phil's

Midwestern guy in baggy khaki pants at Phil's coffee shop, in there with his natty gay brother. The brother is trying to explain what Turkish coffee is, but the midwestern guy looks intimidated. "I don't like coffee." Half-sheepish and half-defiant.

The guy behind the counter says, "You're telling me that you're in the most amazing coffee shop in America, and you're not going to have a cup of coffee? Listen, you have to trust me."

The guy shrugs.

"Will you put yourself in my hands? What do you order when you're at Starbucks?"

"Some caramello thing."

"Right. Ok, I don't know what I'm going to make you yet, but just put yourself in my hands. I'm going to introduce you here." He busies himself behind the counter a minute, then, "guy 'doesn't like coffee'..."—to no one in particular.

The midwestern guy stands there patiently. He's game.

I want what he's getting.

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Rye & I

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Thursday, December 27, 2007

More Haiku

My only new year's resolution is to write more poetry this year. So far, it's mostly been haiku:

I was frustrated,
I was filled with longing—
years ago, and now.

*

Someone being good,
it's not enough in this world.
I still can't talk to you.

*

How to live with it—
getting hurt all the time—
seeing too much.

*

Mist from ocean waves—
I want to write poems, songs.
30? 40 years left?

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

The Two of Us

Me and My Man. The New Year approaches.

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The Three of Them

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The Beautiful Buen Dia Winter Show: Sun Princesses and the Birds

Megan, Tess, Iyah:

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The Little Ones dance:

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Jonah's to the left of Rakim the Rooster:

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Sun Princesses and Eli the Bluebird:

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Emma, sweetest raincloud:

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Last Psychodynamics Class

Mildred Dubitsky, the professor, always insisted it should be called Psyche-dynamics class, after Psyche herself, who was, Mildred felt, pissed off about "losing her vowel".

The last day of class, Mildred told us about the free lectures for students offered at the Psychoanalytic Institute and encouraged us to go; and then she said (I am wildly paraphrasing): "I'd like to leave you with a question, or what I think is the central problem, in psychoanalysis today, and it concerns how Freud understood suffering and being human, and how his critics saw the same problems. Is the goal—the goal of therapy, the goal of life—to love the self, to "discover" it, to "find" it, to "nurture" it, to "accept" it, as Freud's critics maintain, and as most therapies in the U.S. today prescribe, or is the goal to "forget" the self? To expand those experiences of living and working and loving where the "self" recedes and is neglected."

I love this question, and wrestling with these two ideas. I feel like, the more I consider them both, the more I am drawn into relating to them both and really not knowing which is right.

Forgetting the self: writing poetry, listening to someone else, playing with kids/some mothering...

"Loving" or "accepting" the self: publishing the poetry I write, achieving anything or setting goals for myself, figuring out what I feel or think about something...

Or maybe these ideas aren't in the right categories. Or maybe they are.

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Gabriel's Resolution

We have to write haiku every time we have a date. Even if we are having a fight.

Tonight we got a quick beer at Casanova beneath the velvet naked lady portraits.

Here's my best:

I can't get no—
the song, wailing in my ear—
so satisfying

And G's:

Winter night—
One beer in and
she's still mad at me





Saturday, December 22, 2007

Cookies I Like To Make at Christmas

Chocolate-Ginger Cookies
(Makes 4 dozen)

2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour, plus more for dusting

1/2 cup Dutch-process cocoa powder

1/2 teaspoon ground ginger

1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg

1/4 teaspoon ground cloves

1/2 teaspoon salt

1/2 teaspoon baking powder

12 tablespoons (1 1/2 sticks) unsalted butter, softened

1/4 cup packed dark-brown sugar

1 large egg

1/2 cup dark unsulfured molasses

1 tablespoon grated peeled fresh ginger

Sanding sugar for sprinkling

1. Preheat oven to 325. Line two baking sheets with parchment paper, set aside. Whisk together flour, cocoa, spices, salt, baking powder, and baking soda.

2. Cream butter and brown sugar on medium speed in the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment until pale and fluffy, about 4 minutes. Add egg, molasses, and grated ginger; mix until combined. Add flour mixture; mix on low speed until just combined.

3. Halve dough; flatten into two disks. Wrap in plastic wrap; refrigerate 1 hour. Transfer disks, one at a time, to a lightly floured surface; roll out to 1/4 inch thick. (If dough gets soft, freeze until firm.) Use cookie cutters to makes shapes; place 1 inch apart on sheets. Refrigerate until firm, about 20 minutes.

4. Score designs with a knife; sprinkle with sanding sugar. Bake, rotating sheets halfway through, until cookies are firm, 11 to 13 minutes. Let cool on wire rack.

Yum yum!


Friday, December 21, 2007

I Wish We Had This in San Francisco

via Not Martha

Do you live in Seattle and still need to get some Christmas shopping done? Consider the Drunk Shopping Event in Ballard.

Drunk Shopping

From Yelp:

Here is your exclusive invitation to shop the painless way - After hours with friends and a bit o' booze.

Start out with some great savings at Dish D'Lish where you can receive 20% off merchandise and treat yourself to a hot buttered rum. This is the first stop so sign in and receive your name tag to take advantage of exclusive discounts and deals at the select Ballard Avenue Stores which will be staying open late just for Yelpers.

Please consider this, Valencia Merchants!!

More Bumpers

People have written in with their favorites:

Bush/Cheney 2008 — Why Let The Law Stop Us Now?


My Daughter is a Carnivore at Marshall Junior High


Don't Pray in My School. I Won't Think In Your Church.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Bumper Stickers I've Seen Lately

Mediators Do It Until Everyone Is Satisfied.


The Earth Is An Ark. I Am An Arkist.


The Rapture Is Not An Exit Strategy.

Monday, December 17, 2007

The Bluebird of Exasperation

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and the back:

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The photos of the actual winter show are too dark and blurry. But it was great!

Friday, December 14, 2007

Holidaze

Jonah demands to know, "Why don't we have Santa Claus give us presents at our house? Why do we just give them to each other? Santa Claus is REAL at Eli's house."

Wishing that we had our compelling, fun, spiritual-atheist alternative to Christmas, (and all the religious holidays) all set up and ready to dazzle our kids with meaning and giddy excitement.

It's hard to decide how to modify it all and make it ours: I don't want to do too many gifts, but I want it to be special and warm and fun, and I want there to be some gifts. I want to have rituals and traditions, but I am not sure which ones, or exactly how to get new made-up ones to stick.

I like the pagan part of getting an evergreen tree. I like lighting the menorah. Gabe and I did a winter solstice program at Buen Dia last year and we'll do it again this year. He played guitar and sang "Jump for the Sun" and all the kids jumped over the (fake) fire and wore hats with the sun on them.

Maybe when the boys are older we can all be disaffected together and get Chinese food and go to the movies some years. Or we can go to the cabin in Colorado and play the haiku game. Or we can go to Mexico and lie on the beach. I am glad we are not traveling this year...

So. We mostly forgot to light the menorah. We don't have a tree yet. Gabe's Mom and Randy will come late next week and that will make it festive. We'll make Christmas veeb bread and have a Christmas morning stockings exchange. It will be calm and sweet.

Hope it's going well for all both of you out there!

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Report on Gender Revolution

Was using this for my final paper on Human Development. It's cool to see it.

Council on Contemporary Families

"A "Stalled" Revolution or a Still-Unfolding One?

The Continuing Convergence of Men's and Women's Roles

A Discussion Paper prepared for the 10th Anniversary Conference of the Council on Contemporary Families.

After over 35 years of continuous change toward more egalitarian gender attitudes and behaviors, recent signs of a slowdown have led some observers to suggest that the gender revolution is coming to an end. Evidence for this claim includes a slight dip in women's labor force participation, a rise in support for traditional gender attitudes among adults, and an increase in the age of sexual initiation among the young. In the past year, the Council on Contemporary Families has received many enquiries from the press and general public about whether the transformation of men's and women's roles has now run its course.

In a review of this question prepared for the Tenth Anniversary Conference of the Council, we conclude that these short-term countertrends do not amount to a revival of traditional family roles and beliefs. Instead, we show that the evidence overwhelmingly shows an ongoing shift toward what we call "gender convergence," an ever-increasing similarity in how men and women live and what they want from their lives.

[...]

Despite the sometimes gloomy newspaper articles about men's resistance to sharing household chores, research on families shows that, over time, each generation of men has taken on a greater share of the work involved in running a home. While men's family work has not changed nearly as much as has women's labor force participation, there is clear evidence that married men are more involved in child care and housework than in past eras.

Significantly, younger fathers spend more time with their children than older fathers do. When the Families & Work Institute compared the work-day hours Gen-X and Boomer fathers spend caring for and doing things with their children in 2002, they found that Gen-X fathers spend more than an additional hour every day than did Baby Boom generation dads. After controlling for the possible effect of the children's age, the same difference remained."

And Matthew Reminded Me

of Osip Mandelstam:


I

And I go out from space
Into the abandoned garden of values,
And pick off fake constancy
And self-consciousness of reasons.
And your, infinity, textbook
I read alone in my solitude —
The leafless, wild medical manual,
Assignment book of enormous roots.

November 1933, Moscow

Matthew, Sarah K's Beau Reminded Me

...of Frank O'Hara:


TODAY

Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas!
You really are beautiful! Pearls,
harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins! all
the stuff they've always talked about

still makes a poem a surprise!
These things are with us every day
even on beachheads and biers. They
do have meaning. They're strong as rocks.

[1950]

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Lovely Lady from Brooklyn Library Doors

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Brooklyn Photos

Rye and Justine.

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Brooklyn bicycle.

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He loves the swings.

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Fall.

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A Good New One, From Julia

Julia Cole is one of my favorite poets, and my sweet, sweet old friend. She lives in L.A. with Sonny and Ben. She is the Grant Writer for the L.A. Philharmonic (yes! that amazing Gehry building in downtown L.A.!). And she is wonderful wonderful wonderful.

Here is a poem she just wrote! Just the other day!

Construction
after Ben, at two

What do you love about it?
It must have to do with
your favorite word, big.
A crane lowers a hook
to lift a stack of beams—
up five stories, then ten.
A truck scoops load
after load of gravel—
dumps it into another bed
precisely, with a clamor.
This is what you're showing us—
power, barely held in check,
focused narrowly for a time.
A man stands on the top floor
of the building's shell,
the sky exposed behind him.
He lowers a cable down, down,
yells to the crew, just loud enough
to be clearly heard on the ground.

Julia Cole

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Inspired at the Infirmary: Hospital Haiku

This is from Kelley: "I just got out of the hospital. [...] I wanted to let you know that reading (the Ladder Herald) while I was in there, specifically Elizabeth and her classmates' end-of-the-term haiku, inspired Ben and I to write a bunch of haiku about being in the hospital. What an amazing coping mechanism!"

Kelley and Ben: we bow to the blossoming plum branches of your ink-pens.

They are all really good, here are just a few that I loved:

The internist surfs
His biceps enormous, inked
Nurses roll their eyes

They might operate
Can’t settle into reading
I should learn to breathe

I only cried twice
I think I'm being so brave
But should I cry more?

I am still in bed
Friendly nurses come and go
Ben could use a drink

Chocolate pudding
Tastes so good I ask for more
Like a Sharon Olds poem

Mom writes a haiku
Prettier than all the rest
And follows the rules

So Cool: Maybe We Will Do This!

From Friends of the Urban Forest: "Dreaming of a Green Christmas"   

Green Christmas Tree

Tree orders will be available through Tuesday, December 19, 2007.

Back by popular demand! For a limited time, Friends of the Urban Forest and SF Environment are offering San Francisco residents a chance to order a living, potted Christmas Tree. Simply select a tree that you’ll have in your home for the holidays. We’ll deliver, pick up, and then plant your tree after the holidays. Each one of these beautiful, eight-foot-tall trees has been hand-picked to thrive in San Francisco. All for just $90.

Visit our Green Christmas Tree Lot!  On Saturday December 15 at our home office in the Presidio from 4-7pm.  Tag one for delivery or take one home on the spot. To ensure prompt delivery of your Green Christmas Tree, order now.

Friday, December 07, 2007

Brooklyn with Rye. And Stupid Baseball Metaphors!

The world's worst Mama took the barfing baby on a six hour plane ride yesterday. Yo, Brooklyn! The stewardesses were nice, but I pretended it had come on him all of a sudden. "Wow! So weird! To think he was perfectly fine this morning!" (And by "perfectly fine" I mean that I had his vomit on my shirt this morning when I called the airline to see if I could postpone my flight.)

It's freezing here. In a good way. I actually love the brisk, biting cold when it's just a visit. It's hard to even believe in it. I've got the right coat (for once). Actually, now that I think about it, I don't really have a warm coat for Rye, either. Heh heh. Strike two!

He's having fun though, the little sugarplum. 100% attention from 100% ladies.

The Aunties place is dope. Sweet, all the nice details and funky touches, great location near the train and the park. Their landlord brings them pepper-marinaded tilapia. And their combined Noah's Ark rainbow menorah and tannenbaum tree holiday display is all good.

I got sent over to Opal Opal Massage for an AMAZONAZING birthday massage. I bought some of their "revery" oil blend to take home. Aaaah.

OK, crying babe, better not get an out.

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

A Handsome Fellow

Looking for a pic of a rooster to copy for making Rakim's hat for the Winter Show. Came across this Impresssive Guy.

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Empirical Evidence that Men are More Involved in Child Rearing These Days

Sign posted in exam room at pediatrician's office:

"Please Do Not Blow the Sterile Gloves Up Into Balloons. Thank You"

Could Not Resist

I had to write some haiku for my fellow students too:

Winter evening—
intersubjectivity—
by the fire.


Last days of the term—
I keep thinking about
early summer.


The long, long hugs of
unpartnered new students.
Makes the eye happy.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Random-ness

- Showed up for a tour at Monroe school today (had to skip a class for it, such bad timing!) only to be informed, "Oh sorry! Our website lists the tours wrong. There's no tour today!" So pissed. Drove to my class in the rain and slunk in late. Another public school that can't get its shit together. How will I ever find the time to get back there? Still have buckets of other places to see.

- Started putting both boys in one bedroom at night (lately Rye's been in our room and we've been on the pull-out couch in the living room). Nerve wracking! It would be amazing if it worked, but so far it just seems to be turning our little good-sleeper into a BAD sleeper. And pissing off the big one, who was never very good at staying in his bed anyway. I wish we had another room in our apartment.

- Getting ready to fly with Rye to New York to surprise my Mom! So excited! Is it freezing there? Can you bring jars of baby food on plane these days??

- Spent the evening before dinner with Gabe with both boys, trying to make a prototype "bluebird" hat out of felt for Jonah's school's Winter Show. He and Zoe and Nicolas are going to be bluebirds (other kids will be ducks, and sun princesses, and a rooster). Should have been writing a paper for Human Development. The hat looks pretty good though.

-All my cohort is shooting around end-of-term anxiety haiku tonight (a few are pretty good):

paper due on Freud--
    blank pages near
a chewed yellow pencil

and

when she says libido
    her foot raises
no one laughs

- And Happy Hanukah! (From your shiksa friend)

Monday, December 03, 2007

Boy Fun

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Sunday, December 02, 2007

"Condition Branding"

I didn't know what "Big Pharma" spends annually on marketing until I read this article—it's $25 billion. From Frederick Crews' "Talking Back to Prozac" in the December 6, 2007 New York Review of Books:

"During the summer of 2002, The Oprah Winfrey Show was graced by a visit from Ricky Williams, the Heisman Trophy holder and running back extraordinaire of the Miami Dolphins. Williams was there to confess that he suffered from painful and chronic shyness. [...]

Williams had an incentive—the usual one in our republic, money—for overmastering his bashfulness on that occasion. The pharmaceutical corporation Glaxo-SmithKline (GSK), through its public relations firm, Cohn & Wolfe, was paying him a still undisclosed sum, not to tout its antidepressant Paxil but simply to declare, to both Oprah and the press, "I've always been a shy person." [...]

(If drug makers don't find lucrative new applications for their drugs) through experimentation or serendipity, they can be conjured by means of "condition branding"—that is, coaching the masses to believe that one of their usual if stressful states actually partakes of a disorder requiring medication."

Saturday, December 01, 2007

Working with Challenging Clients

Have to write something for my Therapeutic Communication class about "the most valuable thing I've learned this semester" and I have something hard in mind. I'm not sure how to write about this well without sounding self-justifying or defensive. What I really want to write about (this is actually a lot more of what I thought this blog would be about, and maybe it will be as I do more and more counseling) is the last session I did—it was really challenging.

(All specifics have been changed around.)

The client began by talking about a sort of surface-level story about being "annoyed" with someone in his family. Listening and questions seemed to take us nowhere but stuck in "annoyed" and a strong disinclination to say anything self-reflective. I asked about states of feeling he had referred to in his story, but he declined to go into them. I offered simple observations about his body language which he ignored. I tried more quiet listening, he seemed insecure and embarrassed without my active participation. And yet, most of the gentle things I said, he disagreed with (which is fine to do, but he seemed pretty judgmental about it). At one point I asked him what it felt like to be "hurt" and  he flatly denied being hurt. When I explained that I was referring to his own words a little earlier, he seemed a little nonplussed, but still annoyed with me. In fact, the "annoyance" he was expressing at someone else seemed instead to be directed at me. He said no. On and on like this.

At several points during the session, I said, "It feels hard to connect." or "It seems like you don't want to be talking about this—is there something else you'd like to talk about?" etc. But nothing I thought of really broke through. I was confused, but luckily, I was managing to stay present and not get my feelings hurt. I felt aware of how hard the session was, but up for the challenge.

We tried a few minutes of silent meditation together at my suggestion, I tried offering him a role-playing session which he declined, I tried many many things I've been taught this semester and they all failed. Our session was dead, uncomfortable and shallow.

When our class sessions end, we have to review how it went with one another. I said, "I feel like it was hard for us to make a connection, and I feel curious about that. Towards the beginning I was trying a bunch of things, just kind of experimenting with what might be good. And I liked doing that—I didn't feel bad when things didn't work—I just felt focused on you. I don't totally understand why we didn't connect but in a way it was an interesting session anyway."

That's when he told me that he didn't trust me because of something judgmental he'd heard me say at the beginning of the semester. He said that that's why he didn't feel safe with me. He also said that he'd known he felt this way when I asked him to counsel and it had made him reluctant to work with me. He did not explain why he did not tell me what was really going on.

Everything started to make sense, and I felt a lot of relief that it was not just my terrible counseling that was making it so bad between us, but instead something I had done. I was non-defensive (an observer confirmed this, and confirmed to me what a difficult session it had been.) The client said he felt better for having told me, and I said I felt curious about what the session would have been like if he'd told me at the beginning. I thought it might have been hard but juicy and good.

Now, a few days later, I'm feeling a little manipulated. I also feel judgmental towards my client, like, "this is how a therapist in training behaves??" And yet, I also have this funny (for me) feeling of ok-ness. I am not super-anxious. I find myself wanting to talk and think about it, to understand what was going on. But I actually think I did a pretty good job, despite how challenging it was.

So I'm feeling what it's like to work hard and fail, but to know I did strong work.

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