busy, busy, busy!
Criminey! I got asked to be the Lead Volunteer Co-ordinator for the Northampton Independent Film Festival, and we're within a couple of weeks of things, which means I'm sending out copious emails and talking in absolute run-on sentences and will probably do so until the thing is over.
And then, I think I'm going out to Harvard for another conference...
meanwhile I've had the wonderful opportunity to misquote Jason Calacanis--corrected the post and printed an apology comment in the Comments here)
and I think I might have a teaching opportunity at one of the local community colleges--yeah, a non-credit class, but it's teaching a class....
meanwhile, the cold is making me achey all over. up here in Mass, right now, it's that damp cold that I used to feel in New Jersey--the kind that gets in your bones...not that nice dry kind...which means it's definitely time to unpack the sweaters and see what fits from last year because my boob have grown, which happens when I put on even a small amount of weight.
I always put weight on in my boobs first. and when I lose it, they don't really go away right away. but, I haven't actually lost any weight in awhile, so who knows what will happen...
but I'm not about to lose any weight. frankly, I kind of like my size. My skin is very soft and sensuous and I'm very curvy and I feel nice. even to myself. I really enjoy food and eating--and I know when a woman says that sort of thing that everybody then thinks she's got an eating disorder....but, actually people with eating disorders don't really like food at all. I don't use food as a weapon. I like it as one might like any luxury item. So, I, too, am luxurious.
I've noticed, too, that there's been some interesting stuff written about what Sam Harris said at Pop-Tech...which, from what I've seen of it, I think it's alot of hogwash...but right now I just don't have the time to get theological. I've got volunteers to wrangle.
Oh, and I called Dave Sifry of Technorati today. and left a message. he owes me a call now.
And then, I think I'm going out to Harvard for another conference...
meanwhile I've had the wonderful opportunity to misquote Jason Calacanis--corrected the post and printed an apology comment in the Comments here)
and I think I might have a teaching opportunity at one of the local community colleges--yeah, a non-credit class, but it's teaching a class....
meanwhile, the cold is making me achey all over. up here in Mass, right now, it's that damp cold that I used to feel in New Jersey--the kind that gets in your bones...not that nice dry kind...which means it's definitely time to unpack the sweaters and see what fits from last year because my boob have grown, which happens when I put on even a small amount of weight.
I always put weight on in my boobs first. and when I lose it, they don't really go away right away. but, I haven't actually lost any weight in awhile, so who knows what will happen...
but I'm not about to lose any weight. frankly, I kind of like my size. My skin is very soft and sensuous and I'm very curvy and I feel nice. even to myself. I really enjoy food and eating--and I know when a woman says that sort of thing that everybody then thinks she's got an eating disorder....but, actually people with eating disorders don't really like food at all. I don't use food as a weapon. I like it as one might like any luxury item. So, I, too, am luxurious.
I've noticed, too, that there's been some interesting stuff written about what Sam Harris said at Pop-Tech...which, from what I've seen of it, I think it's alot of hogwash...but right now I just don't have the time to get theological. I've got volunteers to wrangle.
Oh, and I called Dave Sifry of Technorati today. and left a message. he owes me a call now.
6 Comments:
I actually miss the dry bitter cold of NH - also the clean air. I guess it's all what you're used to. But yeah, that damp cold is miserable.
I can understand missing the dry, bitter cold. When I first experienced it here, it was really refreshing. And there was the challenge of dressing appropriately. I find the dry bitter cold alot easier to deal with than the damp NJ cold. Maybe that's why I stay here.
it's has been quit some time, since, i was waiting for an opportunity to tell you, that i find you a very sexy, sensual woman, and, should I've been a male, i would have desired you, as you are, with your size, your skin, your looks, and especially your mind and courage and obvious talents and open mind!
good luck with all your new projects!
seems like you are in the middle of a perfumed spring moment in your life
enjoy!
Hey Tish!
Nice to hear you're feeling like you're in a good place! :)
And kudos on the film festival gig. That sounds like alot of work - but a lot of fun! Let me know if you get to see any really good films while you're working it. I'm always auditioning for indie stuff...
:)
Shalom Tish,
How pleasant it is to hear a woman who looks like a woman say she likes her softness and curves. I get so tired of hearing women obsess over not looking like a heroin addict.
B'shalom,
Jeff
Moon...thank you for your lovely thoughts :) Things are indeed moving strangely in my life. It will be interesting to see what transpires.
Rebecca....one of these days, I'm going to see you in one of those indy films and I'm going to say "hey! I know that woman!" Oh, and believe it or not, Tim Daly (formerly of the TV show Wings) is one of the producers of one of the films at the festival. And will be showing up. I'll probably embarass myself horribly in his presece--probably by falling over myself in a Dick vanDyke manner. I am indeed looking forward to seeing what he looks like IRL.
Jeff...I truly wish our culture was less youth obsessed. We should all be able to get to middle age and say "it is what it is, and it ain't all that bad..." and realize that someone who invests close to a million dollars in plastic surgery (Demi Moore) either has a very difficult job that calls for such a sacrifice, or is so self-loathing that she isn't worth the admiration. Eventually, I think I'd like to have some nice nude photos done. To commemorate things I didn't have the courage to in youth.
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