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Tonight is Italian night!

I have visions of: An avant-garde Italian flick, some red wine, a scratch pasta dinner, someone spinning some Sinatra & Pavarotti, long discussions about the renaissance, you know the usual.  


But it will probably be more like this:

Sooo stoked.

Close Cuts

So not sure when this blog transformed into a livejournal account, but I'll try to rein-in the rambling starting with this post. 

These are current works in progress. That eye will a real pain to print, the woodgrain is wonky. 

12 days into the new year...

And I'm wondering what lies ahead. It's just another calendar year (means just about nothing really, time just goes on as usual) but I think my future is bright, even on a rainy day like this. 

My holidays were full of friends and I realize now that my new year resolution is to just live my life and spend some time with others. 

I think it's time to channel some energy outward--into the world. 

Oh and bake more. 

And read/write more comics. 

Maybe enjoy more music too.

New Year's Eve Question + lots of interjections

When I awoke from a glorious (um, yes glorious) two-hour-long new year's eve nap, I was wide awake and terribly restless. 2012 needed some closure. I desperately decided to leave the apartment at 11PM and join some friends. I always seem to find myself wandering about on new years, making things up as I go along--it may well be a tradition by now. Try, but make NO plans, find yourself doing something unplanned. Spontaneity to ring in a new year! 

Met up with said friends, who had already started the night off drinking cheap vodka, and proceeded to a nearby dive bar. So in a drunken, crowded bar I watched the count down. Drank cheap champagne. Had a beer.

Stood around feeling alone in my head while others chatted. Then a lady, who was snogging her boyfriend all night, who had an accent (Er, Scottish? Midwestern? I still have no idea!), started talking to me at some point. She was clearly intoxicated and started chatting (maybe she didn't really have an accent, but just a slur.) She asked what was on a badge i was wearing. 

"it's a Screaming Females button."

"Are you/aye from texas?"

"Yes, I'm from Texas."

[blank stare and smile and a head shake]

[louder & less slurred]

"Are you a Feminist?"

[long, long pause]

No. Yes. No.

Well, yes, but i have some reservations, that's such a loaded word.

After much thought, the final answer was a firm yes, yes I am. 

I'd go into it, but I've been obsessing over this ever since. Reading about women in history, the feminist movement and what it actually means to be a women. I felt a bit embarrassed for stumbling over my thoughts. I guess it's not something I had ever really thought about. But what I'm learning is interesting and familiar, and fulfilling in some weird way. Almost like finding a single, lost puzzle piece under a sofa cushion years later. 

"Oh here it is! This goes right HERE!" (it's call womenhood or something.) 

COMPLETE.

(well almost)