there’s a young girl
who is sitting by the window
as she stares out
with a blank expression on her face

you can see she’s in far away places
this is the place where
she likes to come and think

her body looks frail
but you can see that she is strong
she curls her long brown hair around her finger

you’d never believe all the dreams that she is holding
but you can see in her eyes it’s not that far

and her dreams will never die
as long as she’s alive
and in the quiet of her soul
she’ll keep holding on

she may be a little bruised
but that’s okay
her motivation may even come from that

and so she’ll paint on a brave face
and lift her head up
and look within herself
and reach for her strength

and her dreams will never die
as long as she’s alive
and in the quiet of her soul
she’ll keep holding on

and her dreams will never die
as long as she’s alive
and in the quiet of her soul
she’ll keep holding on

 

{martha’s trouble ~ dreams}

I will never make fun of, berate, or belittle my child’s dreams or life goals in any way.

It’s funny.  I tried to talk to my dad and he’s always so unhappy with what I’m doing.  I have to tell myself some things to protect myself from getting hurt, because I don’t think he means to be hurtful.  I have to believe he doesn’t realize how much it stings to listen to him say the things he does.  I got off the phone with him a couple of days ago and he had been telling me that since I wanted to go to law school, the incredible internship I got for next semester (I mean really incredible), was a waste.  A waste.  He told me basically that going to law school was throwing away all my dreams in international relations.  That everything I’m doing now is a waste.  A waste of time.  All the things I love are a waste of time.

I don’t really know how to deal with that, so I made the argument that I have, canned and ready, to explain why it’s not.  I mean, I can tell myself any number of things.  That he doesn’t understand how many different things you can do with a law degree, that I never plan to actually practice law, that I’m going to be doing international relations my whole life, except I’ll be doing it with a law degree… I told him what I tell everyone - that my heart is in activism not academics, and I need to be able to get my hands dirty in a way that an academic track won’t let me… I didn’t get more than a one-world, half-disbelief response out of him.

It’s better that he couldn’t hear the sounds of his words hurting me.

Now I sit at my computer trying to write final papers and wondering why I can’t focus.  A waste??  Really?  I’m working my ass off out here, following my passion on a path nobody in my family has ever followed, fighting so fucking hard every day, and that’s the best you’ve got for me?  That I’m wasting my time and (here’s the real subtext) your money?

I’m 23 years old; every educated person in my family (both sides) is a medical doctor, has been that way for generations.  Hard science is the only thing that carries any weight with my family - immigrant old world Eastern Europeans.  So I’m treading a new path, and I’m cutting my way through a shitload of resistance (from the places I least expected it too), and it would be nice, it would be really damn nice, just once in a while, to hear, “Hey Lex, I think you’re doing a great job - I couldn’t do what you’re doing, I’m proud of you.”  But I know I’m never going to hear that.  At least not from him.

I wanted to tell him about this amazing chance I’ve gotten, to join this global social network of Burma activists - which is so incredible and so powerful, I mean, I’ve been studying global social networks and internet civil society and this type of activism since I was at SOAS 3 years ago, and I almost picked up the phone to call him and tell him out of excitement that I got invited in, but then I realized he’d have no idea what it was and wouldn’t care to learn, and would probably ask “Are they paying you?” and if my answer was No, then “It’s a waste.”

I think the best way for my to think about this, the best way for me to make this stop hurting, is to be thankful.  It’s probably better that he’s like that, that he questions everything I do and makes me fight to establish any small sense of self; I think it’s good practice for the world.  If I can’t stand my ground with my own father, I won’t survive the world out there; if he were nice to me about these things, I wouldn’t be prepared for the rest of the world and their competition, cruelty, and cutthroat attitude.  Maybe he’s just doing it to give me good practice so I can fight a better fight against the people I’m up against in my daily life.

Still, it’d be nice just to have a safe place to go.

 RE: The Omaha Mall Shootings… (the sad part is, this song will, I think, always be relevant to our society).

the sun is setting on the century
and we are armed to the teeth
we’re all working together now
to make our lives mercifully brief

and school kids keep trying to teach us
what guns are all about
confuse liberty with weaponry
and watch your kids act it out

and every year now like christmas
some boy gets the milk fed suburban blues
reaches for the available arsenal
and saunters off to make the news

and the women in the middle
are learning what poor women have always known
that the edge is closer than you think
when the men bring the guns home

look at where the profits are
that’s how you’ll find the source
of the big lie that you and I both know so well
by the time it takes this cultural
death wish to run it’s course
they’re gonna to make a pretty penny
and then they’re going straight to hell

he said the chickens all come home to roost
malcolm forecast the flood
are we really going to sleep through another century
while the rich profit off our blood

yeah it may take some doing
to see this undoing through
but in my humble opinion
here’s what i suggest we do
open fire on Hollywood
open fire on MTV
open fire on NBC and CBS and ABC
open fire on the NRA
and all the lies they told us along the way

open fire on each weapons manufacturer
while he’s giving head to some Republican senator
and if I hear one more time
about a fools right to his tools of rage
I’m gonna take all my friends
and I’m going to move to canada
and we’re going to die of old age

{ani - to the teeth}

Mark the Date: Dec. 1 2007 - All Law School Apps Submitted.

I applied to about 15 schools.

I applied across the board, but I do refuse to go to a Tier 4 school - so if I don’t get in where I want this year, I’ll probably end up working for a year, hopefully someplace decent, then reapplying next cycle.

It’s such a crackpot process. Luckily getting interesting jobs (at least interviews) hasn’t been hard for me so I don’t have to worry too much about that if law school doesn’t pan out this cycle.

The List (capital “L” List!)

UW
Seattle U
American
George Washington
Georgetown
UNC (Chapel Hill)
Tulane
Willamette
Lewis & Clark
University of Oregon
UC Berkeley (ha!)
UC Davis
USF
USD
USC
Boston College
University of the Pacific
Marquette
Wisconsin - Madison
George Mason U

Let’s hope I’m not 0 for 15 come February!

As I was turning onto the street where my house is last week, there was some of the most incredible light through the frost in the desert I have ever seen.  Having no memory card in my camera, I had no choice but to use the crummy iPhone camera to snap a quick picture because it was something I did not want to forget.

As a photographer, I can say I have taken many better pictures… but there are not enough photographs in the world for where I live.

One of the things I love the most about living in the desert is the light - the way it’s always different and always breathtaking, the way it cascades down the foothills and through the farmland and into your eyes like you’ve never seen it before, like it’s new, when it’s the oldest thing in the world.  The way it changes colors, changes temperatures, it even changes flavor…. but it’s always so stunningly beautiful you have to stop, even just for a second, even if you’ve lived there all your life.

The most recent incarnation was when I was there last, when the desert sand and farmland was dusted lightly with frost and the fog of the hills was slightly frozen so you could see the mist as it hung there, letting the sunlight through in broken ways - I can’t tell you how beautiful it is.

This photo certainly doesn’t.

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Dear future lights of my life,

I am writing this letter now so that no matter what happens I can, hopefully, remember what it is I meant to accomplish by committing to the act of having children.  (Which, shocking though it may be to some of you who I *know* read this, I do plan to do by the age of 30, no later than 32).

Liz’s mom says that we don’t make the same mistakes our parents did, we make different ones.  That sticks with me, and I’m writing this collect my thoughts because I hope it will help alleviate some of the pain I am feeling now.  I watched my family fall apart, slowly and painfully, and I watched every member of it give up on us at some point, which, for a child (even a grown one) is one of the most painful things imaginable.  There is damage done to me that I believe is permanent, that can never be undone and that I will have to live with forever - but at least I can channel it into self-awareness as a human being and a mother, and it can have some positive impact on the world.  It’s comforting that my own wounds can come to some good.

Everyone says parenting is hard, that nobody knows how to do it, that it’s terrifying, and all of the things I think they kind of fabricate both as a mix to keep teenagers from doing it and to justify their own mistakes.  As I look down my own road to that eventuality, I see it quite differently.  It seems that I know, if not exactly how to do it, then exactly how not to do it.  And that’s something.   So here I’ve written something - I call it a letter but it’s more a collection of promises to you, to my children who are not even ideas yet, whose shapes have not even begun to form in the mind of the universe yet - because I need to know that I can always have this to look back on, with you one day, and make sure I am keeping all my silent promises to you.

Liz and I have talked about this, and you can assume that these statements are “we” statements just as much as they are “I” statements.

I promise that, no matter what, you will never have to wonder if I love you.  I promise you that I will never make you wonder if I will be there from one day to the next, or how long I will be sticking around this time.  I promise to raise you with love, humor, kindness, and patience.  I promise you that whatever happens between your mother and I, you will never believe it could have been your fault.  I promise you that I will always be your mother and you will always be my child, even when you are 50 years old, and I will never expect you to take care of me emotionally.  I promise that you will never have to spend time covering my mistakes.  I promise that the safest place in your life will be our home, for as long as there is breath in my body to make it that way.

I promise to tell you that you are beautiful because I have not seen you yet but I know you are the most beautiful human being God Himself ever conceived of.  I promise I will not let you forget that even when you are in high school and kids are awful.  I promise that I will never berate, belittle, or ridicule your dreams.  I promise you that your mother and I will do everything we can to make those dreams within reach for you, and teach you how to get to them.  We will encourage you no matter what, and praise you enthusiastically for every small success, even if your choices are not what we would have chosen ourselves.  I promise you that I will remember that, no matter how small you are, from the moment you learn to speak you have a voice, an opinion, and a personality that is valid and unique, and I will treat you accordingly. I promise that I will never get so wrapped up in my own troubles that I can’t see yours; I will never be too far away to talk to, and I will always do my best to understand what is going on in your life.

I promise you unconditional love.  I promise to believe in you without compromise.  I promise to be completely in awe of your talents, which will be different than mine and which I may not understand, but which I promise to see as valuable, important, and valid.  I promise that no matter who you bring home, I will still love you just as much.  I promise that no matter what you do, I will still love you just as much.  I promise that I will always remember that I am the adult, that you are the child, and I will not blame you for my own mistakes.

I can’t promise you that you will somehow escape childhood without pain, or that your mother and I will never fight, or even that things will not change in our family.  But I can promise you that whatever happens, I will lay down my life to keep you safe as best I can.  I promise you that even if the world ends and your mother and I split up, we will do our best to see past our pain and be adult enough to be civil when you are involved, because our love for you is one thing we will always have in common.

I promise you that even though we may not have much, you will always be comfortable and taken care of.  I promise that even if we have next to nothing, your mother and I will have been financially responsible enough to save money, so you can be well-educated and go to the college you want to go to. I promise that I will never use money or privilege as emotional blackmail.  I promise that your mother and I will teach you, through knowledge and through example, financial responsibility from a young age so that you will not find yourself in trouble when you leave home.  I promise I will never ‘cut you off.’

I promise that, no matter what happens, no matter how bad things get, the vow your mother and I are going to swear before God and before our families is something I value at the same level as life itself and I will fight for it and I will never give up on it, I will stay and fight, and I will fight until there is no strength left in my body; I promise you that you will never have to watch your parents give up on your family.

I can’t promise you that life will be happy.  I can’t promise you that you will have no pain.  I can’t promise that I will not hurt you or make mistakes.  I can promise that I will.  But you will never, ever, ever, have to wonder if I love you.

i know a girl
she puts the color inside of my world
but she’s just like a maze
where all of the walls all continually change
and i’ve done all i can
to stand on the steps with my heart in my hand
now i’m starting to see
that maybe it’s got nothing to do with me

fathers be good to your daughters
daughters will live like you do
girls become lovers
who turn into mothers
so mothers be good to your daughters too

oh you see that skin
it’s the same she’s been standing in
since the day she saw him walking away
now she’s left
cleaning up the mess he made

so fathers be good to your daughters
daughters will live like you do
girls become lovers
who turn into mothers
so mothers be good to your daughters too

boys you can break
find out how much they can take
boys will be strong
and boys soldier on
but boys would be gone without warmth
from a woman’s good good heart

on behalf for every man
looking out for every girl
you are the god and the weight of her world

so fathers be good to your daughters
daughters will live like you do
girls become lovers
who turn into mothers
so mothers be good to your daughters too
so mothers be good to your daughters too

 

{john mayer - daughters}

again with the pictures saying 1000 words…

this one and the great line “I immediately regret this decision!”

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Story of my life, kids.

squint your eyes and look closer
i’m not between you and your ambition
i am a poster girl with no poster
i am thirty-two flavors and then some
and i’m beyond your peripheral vision
so you might want to turn your head
cause someday you’re going to get hungry
and eat most of the words you just said

both my parents taught me about good will
and i have done well by their names
just the kindness i’ve lavished on strangers
is more than i can explain
still there’s many who’ve turned out their porch lights
just so i would think they were not home
and hid in the dark of their windows
till i’d passed and left them alone

and god help you if you are an ugly girl
course too pretty is also your doom
cause everyone harbors a secret hatred
for the prettiest girl in the room
and god help you if you are a phoenix
and you dare to rise up from the ash
a thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy
while you are just flying past

i’m not trying to give my life meaning
by demeaning you
and i would like to state for the record
i did everything that i could do
i’m not saying that i’m a saint
i just don’t want to live that way
no, i will never be a saint
but i will always say

squint your eyes and look closer
i’m not between you and your ambition
i am a poster girl with no poster
i am thirty-two flavors and then some
and i’m beyond your peripheral vision
so you might want to turn your head
cause someday you might find you’re starving
and eating all of the words you said

{ani - 32 flavors}

Hi guys.  Thanks for patience on the not posting thing.  I had a strange week at home and I’m trying to figure some stuff out right now.  I’m working on some things (writing-wise) that should be up here soon, I promise, it’s all worth waiting for.

Something about spending any length of time at home always bounces my whole life back to the drawing board, somehow…

Maybe my defenses are getting weaker in my old age, but it’s getting harder and harder for me to live a life split between two coasts.

I won’t lie - it’s always been hard on some level.  Leaving to go to Mount Holyoke was devastating… I cried on so many plane-rides from Seattle to Hartford I can’t even count… but I got better at it, I got good at separating out my life, at counting out the months between when I was “home” and when I was “at school”… I got better at making those months count more, or count less… I studied abroad and that was okay.

Basically, I got good at keeping distance from getting to my heart.

I think you have to get good at that, to an extent, when your life looks like mine, geographically.

But now my home… well… I guess that’s the problem.  I can’t lie, I can’t say I will ever be anything other than a Pacific Northwesterner… that’s where my heart is, and always will be. That’s not going to change, it’s just a part of who I am, that my soul is on the West Coast.  And yet…

My life in DC has gotten closer to my heart than my life anywhere besides home… I have an apartment with a woman I love and two cats and friends I adore and it’s perfect… so I’m in a position where I always feel torn.

I’m missing home when I’m in DC, I’m missing DC when I’m home.

It’s tiring.  I’m tired of always saying goodbye to someone.  Of always having to put someone I love on hold to call someone else I love.  I can’t do it anymore, I don’t have the strength or the energy to always be tearing myself away from someone I love so much.  I’m tearing myself away from Liz to go to my family, or I’m tearing myself away from my family to go back to Liz - it’s getting to feel like each time I get on a plane and tear myself away from someone, I’m leaving a bigger and bigger piece of myself behind.

I’m sitting at home, all packed, waiting to get on the plane to go back to DC at 6am… feeling actual, physical pain at saying goodbye to my home and having to leave.  There’s comfort in being here, Washington is my home, this is my family, this is where I belong.  But then, I also belong with Liz.

It’s too painful to be in this middle place… too painful to have to flip-flop coasts for three weeks every seven months or so to see the people I love with all my heart, my own family… it’s too fucking hard.

I’m going to make a decision in 8-10 months that will put me either in DC or in Seattle, and what I decide will be where I am. I am not going to split my heart up like this, it’s too much. I need to know where I belong. My compass needs a North.  I need to know where home is.

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