Hey Jerkface. Do A Good Thing Today.

The world would be a better place if people did more nice things for no reason. Yesterday, I was plum tickled that some dude smiled and waved me through a stop sign. Seriously. I am easily affected.

ANYWAY, you should totally do something awesome for someone else. I will even tell you two awesome things you can do without even getting off your computer.

1. My ladyblogging Kelly who works in education (not to be confused with my other ladyblogging friend Kelly who works in education) is asking folks to throw a little support to Mr. C, a special education teacher looking to make a difference in his classroom by using iPods and iPads as a replacement for his busted computer situation. I’ve written before about how great Donors Choose is, and if you are looking for a way to give a small amount of money to a very worthy cause, this is your chance. Please think about helping out Mr. C and his classroom. If you can’t donate, you can vote for Mr. C and his project to get funding through Limeaids for Learning.

2. Another blogging friend, Jason, from Outnumbered, just wrote a children’s book. If you were at BlogHer, you would remember Jason as the lone dude who spoke at the Community Keynote. He also let me ride a scooter in his office, because that’s the kind of guy he is and the kind of office he’s got. Not relevant. He wrote a children’s book, called Do Witches Make Fishes? and Jason is donating all the proceeds from the sale of the book to the Garden of Dreams Foundation. About the book:

Do Witches Make Fishes? is the moral tale of a young boy who favors candy over his mother’s outlandish but healthy dishes. When faced with an ultimatum from his mother, the boy has to make a difficult choice. What ensues is a series of extraordinary and fantastical events that will take the reader on a magical journey through the imagination of a child. In the end, you will find yourself asking, Do Witches Make Fishes?

So, yeah, if you have a kid in your life, you should probably buy them this book and then read it to them and feel warm and snuggly all over.

Other awesome things you could do would be come over and patch up the giant hole in the drywall that Neko scratched or bring me a grape snocone. Just suggestions.

Great Job, Commenters. You Do Not Suck At All.

Thank you to everyone who commented on my questioning Catholicism post. For the most part, things stayed respectful and I appreciate everyone who shared their personal stories. You guys rock. For the sake of fairness, the Christians are next, because I just watched Waiting for Armageddon and that noise will stop you dead in your tracks. My friend Christine e-mailed me and said, “You know who I feel bad for in the whole Catholic scam…Jesus. That dude has a lot of fucked up shit happening in his name and he’s not even around to be like, “Hey. Don’t do that. Thanks, bro.” And that’s how I feel about Waiting for Armageddon, but with the Christians. It’s on Netflix Watch Instantly if you want to prepare yourself for my eventual rant. I was raised Lutheran, which is totally Catholic-lite and not really into fear-based end-times chatter, but I’ve read some of the Left Behind books (shut it, I was in high school/early college) and so I have opinions, and they involve Kirk Cameron. → continue reading

My Requisite Sappy Post-BlogHer Post

My trip to New York was a whirlwind of awesome. That pretty much sums it up.

There are fewer things better for the mind and soul than having high hopes that people you admire will like you back should you meet them and those hopes coming true. I think many of us still hold on to feelings of rejection from middle school or high school, and those can resurface at events like BlogHer. And when people aren’t snobs, and instead embrace you willingly, with arms oustretched, and shower you with positive thoughts, well, it’s nice. It’s better than nice. It’s fan-fucking-tastic. I finally met so many awesome, amazing people I’ve been sharing my life with online, and they were smarter, and funnier, and more intelligent and fun than I thought possible. And when I met these people, they gave me giant, genuine, real hugs. The level of positivity and emotional generosity is unlike anything I’ve experienced.

The highlights: → continue reading

My Guide To BlogHer

**If you are not going to BlogHer, or do not care about BlogHer, or think us ladybloggers are nutso, this is probably not the post for you.  Go look at this instead.***

Dear Baby Jesus, the interwebs blew up this week with BlogHer hubbub. It was like the announcement of the Voices of the Year was some kind of signal for everyone to start freaking out about the conference all at once.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m stoked. I’m pumped. I can’t wait.

Great things happen at BlogHer. At its heart, the BlogHer conference is about celebrating the writing of women and the community that surrounds those women. And that’s why I go. I have always been a writer and I will always be a writer; it’s something I do for myself because I love it. The internet allows women writers from all over the world to engage with and support each other. It’s a little like college: no matter who you were in high school, you can find your niche. You just have to look hard enough. And I’ve been fortunate enough to make several real life friends across many niches from my experiences blogging. → continue reading

Fancy News

I was totally humbled and thrilled to be named a finalist in the Life category for this year’s BlogHer Voices of the Year contest. I may have peed a little. For those non-BlogHers, members submit posts in one of five categories that they feel were the best posts they’ve read over the past year. Each category is narrowed down to 20 or so finalists, then three are chosen to read at the Community Keynote at the annual BlogHer conference. → continue reading

30 And Other Tidbits

Sunday I turned 30. Truth be told, I have relatively little anxiety about it. I was too damn stressed last Thursday and Friday, what with the complete failure of my hard drive on Thursday and (delayed) travel to school on Friday. I have a lot of friends who are older than me, which must be because I’m so mature I pronounce it matoor, so it just wasn’t that big of a deal. I’m lucky to have the life that I have; it’s a damn good one. And, I lost 15 pounds in the last three months. → continue reading

Carded

When you go to a conference like BlogHer, bloggers usually have cards they exchange with their blog URL, e-mail, Twitter name, etc. Last year I got minicards from Moo, which I liked, but I didn’t have a logo or anything, I just used images from Moo. I really didn’t think too much about what I put on them.

I decided to get new cards for BlogHer because I’ve been writing at different places since I got my last ones. My ladyfriend and fellow Food Blog Mafia blogger Iron Stef is an awesome graphic designer. She created the logos for FBM and the Church of Burger, which you can see to your right in my sidebar. Stef created card designs for me, incorporating all the relevant information AND used an icon of my fist tattoo.  Check these out: → continue reading

Hey Pretty Ladies…

So, remember when meeting someone you met online was, like, kind of sketchy and possibly dangerous? And there was a distinct possibility that the person you were meeting would either be a teenaged LARPer or Chris Hansen? 

Life’s really not like that anymore, unless you’re the idiot STILL trying to pick up 16-year olds in chat rooms, in which case, you get what you deserve when you find out that 16-year old tartlet is really a paunchy cop. → continue reading

What I Wrote While I Was Trying to Pretend I Wasn’t On an Airplane

I’m writing this from high above the Midwest, on my way to Minneapolis to talk about Antonio Gramsci for two days while missing the U.S.’s second round World Cup game. Sorry, professor. I will either be streaming or keeping ESPN  open during the match. It’s the people’s game, man!

Speaking of the World Cup, check out my Draft Day Suit post on why you should be watching the World Cup. It’s been one hell of a tournament for the Yanks, and none of us fans mind if y’all hop on the bandwagon for the game against Ghana. Then check out today’s MamaPop post, where you can watch Woody Harrelson’s soccer skills in the Soccer Aid game. Also this week, I wrote about the Real World heading back to New Orleans, and you should read that, too.

The heat broke yesterday and only yesterday, and I was able to get out in our garden and do work I’ve been meaning to do alongside Chris, for whom the heat is not a deterrent. We’ve had a relative bumper crop of high-quality chamomile that while tedious to harvest, smells heavenly; thanks to Justin for the very prolific plant that will provide us with calming tea to go along with our mint. Tomatoes and tomatillos are on the vine, and we’ve been steadily eating lettuce, swiss chard, collards, and tatsoi for weeks. The garlic will be harvested Sunday or Monday. Our blackberries are slowly ripening and we’ve started to enjoy the first plump, juicy specimens.

We’ve got potatoes, onion, carrots, and beans all coming along splendidly, and even a few corn plans. The beans are starting to ripen a bit on the vine, and I can’t wait to photograph the different varieties. Peppers are slow; they’re my achilles heel as a gardener and I never have much success. We’re going to plant winter squash in the spaces opening up by the departing greens and a few other experiments, as well.

I’d carry on towards something more profound, but I have but a few hours to finish my class readings and grab something to eat before class. Don’t forget, support the U.S. tomorrow against Ghana.

For My Next Trick…

When I started blogging, I did it with the intention of all my wildest dreams coming true.

And now it’s happened. Fame, fortune, and power are MINE! <muahhahaha>

Well, not really. But the folks over at MamaPop, a pop culture blog with a feminist slant that I’ve loved since it’s inception, for some reason want me to join their crew. Which, OMG, is totally like your big sister letting you smoke with her and her friends. Well, if I had a big sister, which I don’t, but it’s too late for me to harbor resentment about that. → continue reading