Sunday, August 24, 2014

all the things

happiness is taking a nap at Fest in your new bungee hammock on your half-day off, while someone nearby plays soulful music on an alto saxophone.

re-entry means repeatedly waking up in the middle of the night, in our bed, confused - why am i in a community sleep tent and not my own?

the cat knocked the following off the dresser: a Galileo thermometer, and two glass jars containing agates and sea glass from beach combing adventures. i was picking rocks out of a pool of glass shards and what smells like wood varnish for an hour.

the room still smells like wood varnish.

more and more, i'm jettisoning old stuff and working my way toward a minimalist lifestyle. the following exceptions have been noted thus far: Christmas ornaments, t shirts, and books.

E's mom finally, finally cleaned out the linen closet while we were at Fest, and this weekend we actually put stuff in it! no more storing baking pans in random places!

yesterday, in my head, i built and decorated a tiny house on wheels. i also washed dishes while listening to Christmas carols.

i sheared E's head with the clippers today, while singing, "Baa Baa, Butch Sheep, have you any wool?" - she baaa'd very nicely.

Mom leaves for a trip to Oregon on Wednesday, and i plan to do the following things: jettison as many belongings as possible without interference; wash Hello Kitty fabric and make pajama bottoms for my sister, K; wash fabric for dolls and cut out pattern pieces; dust the ceiling; cook sweet potato lentils.

today, i used my mini doughnut pan for the first time:


pumpkin doughnuts! now that Fest is over, i can't wait for Fall to get here...

Monday, August 18, 2014

from Lisa Vogel

Statement from Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival August 18, 2014
Many demands have been made of the Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival (“Michfest”) via the Equality Michigan call for a boycott launched July 28, 2014. We have a few demands of our own.
1. Get Your Facts Straight
As the 39th Festival closes and we turn our hearts and minds to our landmark 40th anniversary, we reiterate that Michfest recognizes trans womyn as womyn - and they are our sisters. We do not fear their presence among us, a false claim repeatedly made. What we resist – and what we will never stop fighting – is the continued erasure and disrespect for the specific experience of being born and living as female in a patriarchal, misogynist world.
Over 20 years ago, we asked Nancy Burkholder, a trans womon, to leave the Land. That was wrong, and for that, we are sorry. We, alongside the rest of the LGBTQ community, have learned and changed a great deal over our 39-year history. We speak to you now in 2014 after two decades of evolution; an evolution grown from our willingness to stay in hard conversations, just as we do every year around issues of race, ability, class and gender. Since that single incident, Festival organizers have never asked a trans womon to leave the Festival. We have a radical commitment to creating a space where for one week a year, no one's gender is questioned - it's one of the most unique and valued aspects of the Festival. The Michfest community has always been populated by womyn who bear the burden of unwanted gender scrutiny every day.
The truth is, trans womyn and trans men attend the Festival, blog about their experiences, and work on crew. Again, it is not the inclusion of trans womyn at Festival that we resist; it is the erasure of the specificity of female experience in the discussion of about the space itself that stifles progress in this conversation. As long as those who boycott and threaten Michfest do not acknowledge the reasons why the space was created in the first place, and has remained vital for four decades, the conversation remains deadlocked.
2. Acknowledge the Validity of Autonomous, Female-Defined Space
Michfest is widely known as a predominantly lesbian community. This does not mean that heterosexual womyn, bisexual womyn, or those who do not share this identity are not present or welcome. But for a week, we collectively experience a lesbian-centered world; we experience what it feels like to be in a community defined by lesbian culture.
There are trans womyn and trans men who attend and work at the Festival who participate in the Michfest community in this same spirit – as supporters of, rather than detractors from, our female-focused culture. The presence of trans womyn at Michfest has been misrepresented as a kind of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.” But the real issue is about the focus of the event, a focus on the experience of those born female, who’ve lived their lives subjected to oppression based on the sole fact of their being female.
In an August 4, 2014 article titled “What Is a Woman: The Dispute Between Radical Feminism and Transgenderism,” The New Yorker magazine documents the extremism of the current push for language that erases the female experience. The board of the New York Abortion Access Fund, for example, “voted unanimously to stop using the word ‘women’ when talking about people who get pregnant. A Change.org petition directed at NARAL and Planned Parenthood “specifically criticizes the hash tag ‪#‎StandWithTexasWomen‬. . .and the phrase ‘Trust Women.’”
We see this same pressure for erasure of a specifically female reality when “Pussy Manifesto,” the female empowerment song written by the performers Bitch and Animal, now embraced as an unofficial Michfest anthem, is disparaged by some as transphobic – as was the event “A Night of A Thousand Vaginas” – solely for the use of the words vagina and pussy.
If it is considered transphobic to talk about our pussies, our vaginas, or to even use the word female as specific to sex, our movement is dangerously close to using the same tactics as the far right, womyn hating, Michigan Republican leadership, who revoked the speaking privileges of two female legislators for saying the word vagina out loud on the Michigan State House floor. What has our movement come to when the mere articulation of your own experience in your own female body is denounced as an injury to another? It’s time to examine the core issue here, which is our right to create an autonomous space focused on a female-defined experience.
3. Acknowledge That Michfest Creates Spaces That Do Not Exist Elsewhere
This year, thousands of womyn and girls from 3 weeks to 92 years old attended our 39th Festival. This included over 75 deaf womyn who came to rejuvenate and be in community. Nearly 200 womyn with disabilities came into the woods to thrive. At one of the workshops held this year, young womyn stated that until they came to Festival, they had never seen an old gender-non-conforming female in person; they did not know that those womyn existed. We built this space to let these womyn be seen and celebrated. We built this space around the fierce solidarity of female experience that has always been and continues to be deconstructed into invisibility; where that unique experience is relegated to a place of dishonor. Whenever females honor ourselves, wherever we take up space, and sit collectively in the source of our collective power, we are burned and stoned, both literally and metaphorically.
4. Turn Your Energy Towards the Real Enemies of Female and LGBTQ Liberation
While the abuse and disenfranchisement of womyn and girls escalates around the world and LGBTQ people experience life-threatening harms, LGBTQ organizations have turned inwards on a curious target – a weeklong music festival that does not ban or exclude anyone, that simply seeks to devote its focus to an experience that is denigrated in the larger world: the experience of being born and living as female.
Equality Michigan and the organizations endorsing its petition including HRC, the Task Force, NCLR and the National Black Justice Coalition, are targeting Michfest with McCarthy-era blacklist tactics. Specifically, they have called for attendees and artists to boycott the event, and – astonishingly – have threatened the livelihood of artists and vendors by branding those who participate in the Festival as “having committed anti-transgender discrimination.”
These organizations are targeting artists who perform at Michfest while remaining completely silent when queer-identified artists play at venues that generate profits for racist, transphobic, and homophobic corporate entities and individuals, whose interests are dangerous to the global LGBTQ movement and all basic human rights.
We call on the constituents, donors, and dues-paying members of the LGBTQ institutions targeting Michfest to hold them accountable for this misuse and misdirection of organizational resources, and to withdraw their time and dollars from these organizations until the targeting of Michfest ends. Sisters - we urge you to redirect your money to organizations that speak to your lives and speak for you.
5. Join the Conversation, Not the Digital Sound Bite War
Our community is strong enough to hold disagreement and to engage deeply with each other, face-to-face, through difficulty. The Michfest community welcomes conversation; we do not stifle it. We have and will continue to remain in community with those trans womyn for whom Michfest has been home; trans womyn like those organizing the New Narratives Conference who do not require females to disappear ourselves or our unique experiences to prove our political and social solidarity.
Michfest has always existed outside the gender binary. We built this city out of a radical diversity of age, culture, race, class and gender. We continue the revolutionary work of digging out from under the boot of patriarchy; a system of oppression so omnipresent, it is invisible in the analysis used by the very organizations who are supposed to be fighting alongside and for us. We are fierce allies to and members of the trans and broader LGBTQ movement – but our alliance cannot and will not be premised on our continued erasure.
We turn to our LGBTQ community and say: we hear your truths; we ask you to acknowledge that you hear ours. Listen to the voices of the tens of thousands of women who call Michfest home. Join the conversation in person in your home communities, not exclusively through social media platforms or online petitions. We invite our sisters to participate in this conversation in person on the Land. Make room in your heart to hold difference of opinion and disagreement – this is the challenging path to honoring true diversity. We turn to our LGBTQ community and ask you to unite with us in the belief that we can work together as a movement and stand together in solidarity. We ask you to work with us, not against us.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

into the woods

everything is packed and accounted for! well, almost everything. the tent and tarp are at E's, and will get packed (and stuffed into whatever room is left in the car) tonight.

the two bins, rolling suitcase, and massage table are in the car already, because i needed to visualize how much space i have left. still to come: three foam rolls, one stack of foam tiles, one rolling cooler, two loaner pillows, and a partridge in a pear treeeeeeeeee!

i have clean clothes and a clean, freshly-made bed for my return. the car is clean and loaded with maps and CDs, the bill payments are scheduled, and i've written a love letter to hide under E's pillow tomorrow morning.

here's the remainder of my To-Do list:

Shower
Work on two clients
Get adjusted
Gas up car
Finish packing car
Transfer ID and debit card to money pouch
Hug Mom and cat goodbye
Pack tent, tarp, sandals, and all applicable chargers
Add tylenol to my bottle of Aleve
Dust/vacuum/change E's sheets/take out trash
SLEEP
Kiss my wife goodbye
DRIVE TO FEST!!!!

i'm already hyperventilating with excitement, and will probably have to take a benadryl to get to sleep tonight! the goal is to be on the road by 8am, depending on how much time i spend hugging E. neither of us are thrilled about spending 5 days apart. sigh.

here is a picture of Houdini, enjoying a morning sunbeam. please enjoy:





Sunday, July 20, 2014

sick day

the bad: we've both been felled by a sinus infection. (there really is nothing more romantic than doing shots of Nyquil with the woman you love.)

the good: i did not get the cough.

 the good #2: according to E (who is a day or so ahead of me), it appears to have a fairly rapid progression - she's already feeling much better, which means tomorrow i should be feeling much better also.

the best: we are sick now, not two weeks from now while we're in the woods.

in the meantime, my fever and  i will sit here with our chicken soup, tea, and tissues, and watch mindless television until it's time for bed.

carry on...

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

prep

the solar Christmas lights are charging in the backyard (must find campsite with a tree that gets a reasonable amount of sunlight). the now-clean rubber duckies on garden stakes (to mark said campsite) are drying on the picnic table. i found my purple cafeteria tray and my blue mesh toiletries bag, and have purchased bandaids, pain relievers, and a 3-lb bag of trail mix.

i'm trying to take less stuff this year. we're camping out in the general population this time around, and while my early worker arrival time means i drive my stuff in, i still have to haul it a considerable distance. occasionally, there are large, two-wheeled carts available, which cut down on the number of trips, but i'm not going to count on snagging one. so...less stuff, and packed in a way that won't kill me to carry.  :o)

here's the rough plan:

Tent
Massage table
Rolling suitcase (with all-terrain wheels, lol) full of clothing and any other heavy things it will hold
Plastic Bin #1, containing bedding
Plastic Bin #2, containing campsite stuff (lights, ducks, toiletries, tarps)
Rolling cooler (snacks and beer)
Three double-bed-sized rolls of memory foam (bulky, but not heavy)
Hard foam floor tiles for under memory foam
Backpack with daily essentials and water bottle
Containers for bringing delicious magic water home
Sand chair for concert seating

it still seems like a lot...the trick will be not bringing extraneous items.

hmmm.

27 days to get it figured out....





Friday, June 27, 2014

six pics


the unexpectedly stormy sky...

Mom's yard, during a sudden downpour. i'm womanifesting future ownership of the house and yard i grew up in...

 E and i staked all (11? 12?) of our rapidly-growing tomato plants yesterday. some of them have blossoms already!

one large baguette, halved then split lengthwise, spread with garlicky mayonnaise (mayo with garlic and onion powders mixed in), piled with thinly sliced ham and cheddar, and baked at 350 for, oh, 10-15 minutes - just enough to melt the cheese and get maximum toasty crunch from the bread. i've made this twice in two days. it's that good!!!!

ahh yes, it's Christmas planning time. two toddler girls are getting bad-ass dolls this year...

and finally, my growing pile of Michfest essentials: instant breakfasts to add to my coffee on those mornings i forgo food for sleep, new socks, t shirts, and underoos, baby wipes for clean feet at night, biodegradable (and delightfully minty) bar of soap, kleenex for obvious reasons, a notebook for keeping my schedule straight/writing letters/jotting down memorable moments, and Emergen-C because plain water gets boring after a week...plus it helps keep the Workerville version of "kennel cough" at bay. don't ask me how it's possible to catch bronchitis in the middle of the woods (all that fresh air!), but every year, it happens. i was the unlucky one six years ago, and have taken precautions ever since!

time to get moving, if my calf muscles will let me. i did 350 jumping jacks last night (in intervals), and today i'm hobbling like a woodland gnome. LOL! i have to pack for the weekend at E's, move a card table and chairs to the basement, and hula-hoop for ten minutes before work. here i go...

(p.s. - new moon tonight, make sure you write down your dreams and goals!)

Sunday, June 22, 2014

we made an Eastern Market run yesterday morning - breakfast at The Farmer's Restaurant (i ate two pancakes the size of my face!!!), vanilla beans from The Spice Miser, strawberries and rhubarb from a local farm, a cat carrier from an antique store for $20. the rest of the weekend has been full of pottering, cleaning, napping, and enjoying (with a dash of freak-out when we had to make an emergency trip to Auto Zone for oil - something told E to check her fluids, and her dipstick was bone dry).

we harvested, and ate, our first peas:



 we weeded the corn and beans:

(and the tomatoes, cucumbers, carrots, and onions. oh, and i pruned basil for the first time! it took a lot of courage to snip the little plants, but it's supposed to make them grow bigger and bushier. fingers crossed!)

we compared and contrasted strawberry rhubarb pie recipes before turning our bounty into dessert (the spiced filling from this one, and the crumb topping - with added pecans - from this one):


Houdini explored her new travel container:

 (i'm very, very excited about this crate. she's only had a cardboard one til now, and she regularly escapes from it in the car, but i'd like to see her get out of this one. this crate is kitty Alcatraz!)

two fifths (well...one and one-half fifths) of vodka (gifted at Christmas and my birthday by my bosses) are on their way to becoming vanilla and peppermint extract:

 (i don't think we'd drink even one fifth in a whole year, even if we had a couple of parties, so this is a great way to use it. when life gives you vodka, make extracts!)

and here's a bonus pic from the last night of Little V's visit - four vintage Little People Sesame Street figures, enjoying their evening at Pizza House! Big Bird, Ernie, The Count, and Mr. Hooper:


(Ernie has a shiner. it's his own fault, he shouldn't have tried to steal my fried ravioli.)