Midge's Blog

ewww!

i just accidentally ate moldy hummus! yuck!!! i don't think i actually ate any from the moldy part, but there was definately mold growing on the side of the container. blah!!!!

i was bored so i did this quiz.

press shuffle and answer the questions!

How does the world see me?
Song: Soar
Artist: Kinnie Starr
Comments: "And then my legs can move freely, and then the world doesn't bowl me over, then I'm grown enough to see I'm 24 even more...Now I've begun to soar." Me on a good day.

Will I have a happy life?
Song: Goodnight, Hollywood Blvd.
Artist: Ryan Adams
Comments: "Run away baby, back to your lonely house. You wanted the honey, but you were only just stinging yourself...Goodnight, see you sometime. Yeah, right." I hope this is NOT how it all plays out!

What do my friends really think of me?
Song: Sweet Afton
Artist: Nickel Creek
Comments: What does it mean if I can't even stand to listen to a minute of this song? Next!

Do people secretly lust after me?
Song: Open Window (The Wedding Song)
Artist: Sarah Harmer
Comments: "Love, I see you there, adrift on the air, floating by the open window." Well, I never even knew it.

How can I make myself happy?
Song: Robin & Marian
Artist: Nickel Creek
Comments: Uh...with crappy folk music? Okay, seriously, why do I have this album??? NEXT!

What should I do with my life?
Song: What am I to You?
Artist: Norah Jones
Comments: Does it mean something that most of the songs I'm hitting are not ones I want to hear at all? Does this mean I should become a crooner? Whatever. NEXT!

Why should life be full of so much pain?
Song: This is the Sound
Artist: Juliana Hatfield Three.
Comments: Now that's more like it! "This... is the sound .... of a tree... falling down. Like me... giving up....to the ground... is the sound. Of a wave... crashing down .... to be... all washed up. Bridge!"

How can I maximize my pleasure during sex?
Song: A Punch Up at a Wedding (No No No No No No No No No)
Artist: Radiohead
Comments: By doing it to Radiohead?

Will I ever have children?
Song: Back To Me
Artist: Kathleen Edwards
Comments: Um, this song makes me feel spiteful towards men. And like I should be more manipulative. Make of it what you will.

Will I die happy?
Song: Fire in the Hole
Artist: Tragically Hip
Comments: From the sounds of it, no. I think Gord Downie wants to kill me.

What is some good advice for me?
Song: Darl
Artist: Buffalo Tom
Comments: "I am sick of your goldfish manners, I am sick of being in my head. No one talks about my problem. No one really cares if I'm not here. But I ain't cryin for ya. My greenest eyes are for ya. I'll get up and fly some...Someday." I think he's telling me to say fuck what others think and do my own thing.

What is happiness?
Song: Don't Panic
Artist: Coldplay
Comments: "We live in a beautiful world. Yeah we do, yeah we do." Happiness is...being able to appreciate your life. And having somebody to lean on.

What is my favorite fetish?
Song: Shesmovedon
Artist: Porcupine Tree
Comments: Okay, this is a tough one, but it's either "changing every time you look", breakups, or Bliss' weird music. :-p

How will I be remembered?
Song: Hey Baby
Artist: No Doubt
Comments: Okay, the next "song" was actually a Stewart McLean story, but I figured that didn't exactly count. So... "Somehow everbody knows my name...I'm just sipping on chamomile, watching boys and girls and their sex appeal, with a stranger in my face who says he knows my mom, and went to my high school." Sounds like I'm headed bound to become famous for drinking herbal tea. Sweet.

stop fucking him (aka. women's reproductive rights)

thought this post by Cherie Priest was too awesome not to share:

"This is not about abortion.

If you read the article in its entirety, I think that much is obvious -- this is not about abortion. If this were about abortion -- specifically, about fewer abortions being performed -- then those interested in reducing that number would hop all over this bill. So I'll say it again, this is not about abortion.

This is about women having sex, and who gets to be in charge of that sex.

Well, really -- that's what it all comes down to, isn't it? At present, there is a movement in place to make sure that (to lift a phrase from Dan Savage) men have orgasms, and women have babies.

There are people in this world who very firmly believe that this is the natural order of things: men have orgasms, and women have babies. This is a sacred balance, whereby a man is made happy for two minutes and a woman spends the next nine months serving as host to a life-threatening parasite, then the next eighteen years held legally, morally, and fiscally responsible for the health and well-being of that parasite ... while the man is free to wander off or stick around at his leisure.

This is a balance that many, many people -- many of them in positions of power -- are willing to go to great lengths to enforce. Never mind that many (but not all) of these people are men, and are therefore unlikely to be held accountable for any parasite more complex than a tapeworm ... for some strange reason or reasons, these people want to make sure that it is very, very difficult for your average American woman to manage her reproductive system.

Most of the people who object to the wide, easy availability of birth control are men. These men have the luxury of assuming this position because they have no reason to believe that they, personally, have anything at stake. I find this baffling.

The solution is so obvious that it can be boiled down to three words: stop fucking them.
That's right. Stop fucking them.

If your man doesn't understand that if he's entitled to an orgasm, you're entitled to an unoccupied uterus -- stop fucking him. If he can't get it through his thick skull that his fleeting pleasure poses a mortal threat to you -- stop fucking him. No handjobs, no blowjobs, no orgasms for him whatsoever except by his own hand, until you can be completely assured of a baby-free future, at your discretion.

These men do not deserve access to your pants. Stop fucking them.

I don't know what you think you owe them, and I don't care how badly they whine or beg. I don't care if they're wonderful boyfriends otherwise. I don't care if you're married to them. Stop fucking them. It is still your body. It is still your call. Clearly, they do not understand this. So stop fucking them.

They will not die if you do not fuck them. Stop fucking them.

Remember: You can hold out longer than they can. I promise. Your sex toys are better,* your self-control is superior, and your stakes are higher. Stop fucking them. You deserve better. You deserve someone who is aware that your body is your domain, and who respects that. If he doesn't respect that, stop fucking him.

Just stop. Stop it. You deserve better, and he deserves a cold shower if he thinks he is entitled to control over your vagina and how you manage its daily operation. Stop fucking him if he thinks that someone other than you should determine what hangs around inside you. Stop fucking him, because he would sooner masturbate with a corkscrew than let you dictate how he receives his prostate exams.

Stop fucking him if he refers to birth control as your problem, then helps vote in legislation that makes it your really big fucking problem. Stop fucking him if he thinks that your inability to prevent conception should in no way prevent him from having sex with you.

It's not that complicated.
Stop fucking him.
Stop it. Seriously.
Christ.

* And illegal in some states. Coincidence? I think not."

the last (gluteny) supper

some of you might know that i've been following a gluten-free diet since november to see if it helps with my stomach problems, since gluten intolerance was never properly ruled out for me when i was younger. apparently, the most common misdiagnosis for celiac's disease (gluten-intolerance) is, you guessed it, ibs! and here's the kicker, the average amount of time an adult with celiac's disease will go before being properly diagnosed is eleven years! can you believe that!? it's crazy, especially since about 1% of people have it, and eating gluten when you're intolerant can lead to all sorts of worse health problems later on.

it has been somewhat challenging since there's already a bunch of things i can't eat, but i'm pretty good at eliminating foods, so i've done alright with it. the only thing i really miss a lot is good bread, because no matter what anyone says, rice bread just doesn't compare!

anyway, i've had some success with this whole thing, as i have gained nearly six pounds since i started this, only two away from my goal 'healthy' weight. that might sound like nothing, but i've been trying to gain weight for a couple years now with no results until now. also, TMI warning (just skip to the next paragraph if you don't want to know), but i've been having really good poops a lot of the time rather than having the runs and stomach cramps every day. of course i still have days that are worse and feel ill a lot of the time, but what sounds like a little improvement to some is a big improvement to me!

so, i went to the doctor, and basically my options are: 1) assume i'm intolerant and never eat gluten again (obviously not a great option), or 2) start eating gluten again (slowly), and either i'll get sick, or if not, after a few months, i can get a blood test that will tell whether or not i am reacting to it. of course i could get really sick by doing this on the off chance i am that one in a hundred that is gluten intolerant, but i think it's better to know for sure.

ANYWAY, here's where i need your help. i've been having trouble deciding what to eat to get back on the gluten... i need suggestions of your favorite wheat-y (or rye, barley, oats...) foods. take into consideration the fact that if i get sick right away, this will be the last time i eat this food.

go give it to me, if this were to be my last gluteny supper (or brunch, or snack, or dessert...), what should it be?

i think scott owes me a new nalgene...

so, i'm just minding my own business when all of a sudden i smell a strong smell of something burning. i go to check if it's coming from the hall (people are always burning food in other apartments), but it's not coming from there. it's coming from our kitchen! so i open the cupboard under the sink to see if something got too hot from the dishwasher...nope, but that sure seems like where it's coming from...

so, i open the dishwasher, and sure enough, the lid from my water bottle, which *someone* put on the bottom shelf, has finally seen its last days.

RIP nalgene.

(it smells nasty in here.)

blizzard!

it's mornings like this that remind me i'm living on a mountain...

there's twice as much now than 15 mins. ago when i took the photo!

friggin computers

ok, seriously, does anyone have any experience making charts in openoffice? i've wasted my whole afternoon so far without making a dent... please help!

This is what my Friday nights have been reduced to

...well, this and watching way too much Felicity.