What is one to do with a $481.00 non-refundable ticket that one doesn't wish to use? I suppose it could be transferred to another time and place, costing $180.00 in the process. I could take a $301.00 trip on the $481.00 ticket and it could all be fine and dandy.
And I would consider it too if it weren't for Callista. I don't want to miss her.
There is a logic somewhere in this madness; and I'm the one who has it, despite accusations that I am unreasonable and wrong.
And it may be unreasonable from one perspective. We are all, after all, subject to our positionality. And if it is unreasonable, that does not make it wrong. You can continue to 'reasonably' destroy the planet while I remain stubbornly unreasonable until I contribute to a definitive difference in the world around me. Those who aspire only to what is reasonable seldom enact positive social change.
Gandhi was unreasonable.
I am sick of being held hostage by the dominant social norm. Hegemony, I will not be your submissive.
Though I will be labeled "selfish," "bitchy," "childish," "immature," and I'm sure the list goes on, how am I more of these than those on the other side? I am not. I appear so because the common discourse is not on my side.
Baltimore public schools: Meatless Mondays. Lou Dobbs says it’s a political storm in the making. Glenn Beck says its indoctrination. Why are the "Got Milk?" posters decorating our school cafeterias not accused of the same?
Oh right, dominant social discourses . . . Meat is not murder. Milk is not theft. And these products will not cause diabetes, cancer, obesity, high blood pressure, colon problems, global warming, water shortages, world hunger, deforestation, pollution, community destruction, avian flu, swine flue, mad cow disease, E. Coli, workers' rights violations, exploitation, or death. (by the way: they already do.)
I do not want to fly across the country. Sitting on a plane for over 5 hours is not a pleasant experience. I do not want to be called "psycho" or "a brat." (I will be.) I do not want to spend my days off of work and school away from my home and my things and my cats. I do not want to have a screaming and crying match with the people I love. (I will.) I do not want this headache, these stomach cramps, these shaky hands or nervous thoughts that have been following me since Sunday night. I do not want to fly across the country.
And if I don't? Others will have leverage to refuse to do the same come January. And if I do and we resort to fighting? I will be the one at fault by hegemony's law.
Some background information: Thanksgiving is on my birthday. I prefer not to be around symbols of the fallen world on any given day. But I assumed birthdays had leveraging power. (BTW, I was wrong. People are more sentimental about Thanksgiving than Birthdays. You may need that information in the future.) I asked if we could not have a turkey, but could have other items made with animal products. This was shot down. I asked if we could have a turkey and no other items contributing to the problems outlined in a ramble above. This was also shot down, despite my offer to do the cooking. Some people were worried some other people wouldn't come unless they could indulge all their destructive sentiments. And if I am threatening not to come, that is crazy. That is unreasonable. That is unfair.
And that is your background information. This is the last time I will be using my Birthday to ask for a gift.
I will also be a brat when I refuse their birthday cake or gifts that someone may have bothered to get me. (I will accept something from Callista. Something from Chris. Everyone else needs to stop kidding themselves . . . If they ever were.)
If this wretched holiday of gluttony and greed had not fallen on the marginally less wretched (though much more vain) holiday of my birth, I never would have thought to ask for such an apparently unreasonable gift.
I think my family is harder than most. I say this not only because I've had my fair share of stepmoms, so the rules are always changing, but also because I know other people's families. I know a couple that is getting married this weekend, and they are cooking an all vegan Thanksgiving for their families on Thanksgiving. (This is something I didn't even consider asking. I know people hold deadly sentiment too dear.) I know people who have gotten family members to go completely vegan for a week or a month in honor of birthdays. My husband's extended family has gone to vegetarian restaurants to celebrate birthdays that weren't even ours just to be respectful. People have suggested I offer to cook the meal if I want it to be vegan, as if this would solve the problem . . . Because to reasonable people, it would. To a normal family, having all the sides vegan would not be a big deal . . . especially if Thanksgiving fell on a vegan's birthday and that vegan offered to do all the cooking.
(This is what is unreasonable: I wanted to spend the day doing something I don't enjoy and have that be my sole birthday present.)
Gluttony, gluttony--the deadly sin that kills (see rambling list above if you would like to know how.)
I hate this situation. I don't want to even fly across the country. This would not make things better. People would still say, "Where's Calla?" and the response would still be, said in a snarky tone, "Oh, she refused to come because we didn't make the side dishes vegan." (For the record, I didn't ask you to make the side dishes vegan. I asked you to let ME make the side dishes vegan.) So, this would not make things better in terms of call and response . . . but at least I wouldn't have to see these people. No one would come by my sister's house before or after the meal, see me there, and lecture me about how stubborn and bitchy I am.
I am stubborn. I am not bitchy. I am quite the opposite of bitchy. I care too damn much. I care about animals, and people, and the environment, and this makes me unable to take part in the dominant social discourse. I won't sit down at your selfish table of gluttonous lies. "
"Thanksgiving." Can you imagine giving thanks for global warming? For an unsustainable use of land and water? For cancer? For diabetes? For theft? I can't. And I won't. And I won't be a part of this dinner. And I will bear the brunt of, "Stop acting crazy and just COME" because I have a $481.00 ticket and a 5 year old to visit.
These nerves and shakes and pains are making it hard to get through the days. And I don't want them anymore. And I don't want to fly across the country and watch others soak up sentiment.
Too upset to find a picture.
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Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Calla's Fifty-First Post pt. 2
So, this is unorthodox, with the numbering and what not. . . but remember I had to ask Christin about it. So, these are some pictures. How great are the computer ones!! Chris is using my computer! The very one, whose name is Silver, on which I am writing this very post! (Geez, who uses the word very like that!) Anyway, that is from Thanksgiving and so is the one with the Chuchumoomoo. The one with Chris in the blue thing is from Christmas time at Makutu's Island. (What a swell play place!) And also, the reason I am allowed to put these up is because Christin said only four of us read the blog anyway. . . I hope she is right. If she is wrong it might be dangerous cause I say things like places we go to play. If it ever gets popular for real, I could always delete this.
This can also qualify as a guest cat. . . But that was on accident. I hope the Kaylee cat doesn't get mad at me cause she was supposed to be next!!!
This qualifies as a Guest Cat, but since it was on accident, I am not giving him a number. He lives with my friend Audrey in L.A. and the vet said he is part Manx and part Siamese. . . AND THAT IS WHY HE HOPS!! He is cute when he hops.
This can also qualify as a guest cat. . . But that was on accident. I hope the Kaylee cat doesn't get mad at me cause she was supposed to be next!!!
This qualifies as a Guest Cat, but since it was on accident, I am not giving him a number. He lives with my friend Audrey in L.A. and the vet said he is part Manx and part Siamese. . . AND THAT IS WHY HE HOPS!! He is cute when he hops.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Calla's Fifty-First Post
So, there is oh-so-much to catch up on! Whatever will we do? Well. . . the goatfather is a wine made from the Goats du Roam people in South Africa. They make vegan wines and the goats lead them to the fruit to use. . . or something dysfunctionally cute like that. Perhaps you did not know that some wines are not vegan. This is true of beer as well. Some wines are refined with eggs, or fish blood or other gross things. They are just fined with said products, the said products AREN'T IN THE WINES AND BEERS. . . So, that was a nice bit of information, huh?
Um, so that's the goats.
What else is happening is I am so so so so so so so so so so so so sad about the veal calf friends! I don't know why, but last night I got super depressed about them, and it will not go away. I am sad for the Mommies too!! The babies are just ripped away from the mommies and the mommies cry out until their voice is horse and the whole while they are being endlessly milked for human consumption. This is not right. This is actually sort of pretty much evil. I cry over it a lot. I am going to protest Foie Gras on Valentine's day. That is evil too. Jesus does not like us abusing his creation and acting as if such sentient beings were placed on earth for our pleasure when they were actually placed on earth for God's pleasure. Ruthless Dominion is no way to rule. :( Tabby wrote a thing that I will make him copy and paste here as a guest post. I agree with like 96% of it or something. There is a little with which I don't agree, but all and all he is pretty good at life and writing so it will be swell to put up here. You should also read the book Is God a Vegetarian? I think that book is also swell even though the answer is no. . . because Jesus ate Fish. But the conclusion is that we should be. . . So i like it cause I don't like hurting the baby moos. :(
Um, more things happen all the time, but I can't remember them all. I know that I will put up this case statement I had to write. It is for my fundraising and development class. I had to pick a nonprofit on which to base all my projects for the semester, and I, OBVIOUSLY, picked Farm Sanctuary because they are the bestest people in the world! So, I had to write a case statement that was due today at 8:00 p.m. and it might be sucky cause I really don't know so much about fundraising yet since it is only three weeks into the semester. . . But I will put it up here anyway because I love the animals!!! Some of it is a little plagiarized off their website and mission statements and thingys because my teacher said that was OK since we are supposed to be pretending like we work for the company anyway. . . So, it's not like I lifted paragraphs or anything. Just some lists I have are the same as the website's. . . Only, I don't remember what (or actually if anything at all) is plagiarized. Next time I will keep track. Today this girl asked if there was someway we could cite stuff so we didn't feel guilty and my professor said "sure, put sentences you didn't write in red or something, I don't care." So, next time I will put sentences not of my own creation in red. But I didn't do that this time. I hope I don't get sued or something.
My senior thesis is going to suck so hardcore that it is like we are in a blackhole! (haha, that's funny because it is an entirely inaccurate description of what a blackhole does. . . I took a physics class once for the fun of it. . . I don't remember what it was called. I'll look it up. I looked it up. But not in a transcript, just on an assignment I turned in once. It said "contemporary physics." I don't know if that was the full title. The point is. . . I learned that that is not what a blackhole does!) So this is why it sucks: my pre-proposal is due on Friday but I am not good at life, so I have not done enough research to write a pre-proposal. That is what I have to do all of tomorrow. BLAH BLAH BLAH. When the actual proposal is due 16 days from now, I'll put it up here so you can see what I am doing and maybe even help me!!!
So, it was someone special's birthday today. (But really yesterday, as in Feb 11th because I am writing after midnight. But she lives in Arizona so it is still her birthday there. But she was born in Ohio which is the same time zone as New York which is where I live now. . . So, who knows!?) Also, no one remembers at what time exactly she was born! haha. We know Christopher was born at 5:45. We just know Callista was born sometime in the afternoon. . . It was after I was done with school 'cause I know that 'cause I saw her come out of Christin's vagina. EWWW. No, know what was gross? Not the blood. . . THE STRETCH MARKS. This is graphic. Christin might not like that this is up here. Seriously though Callista was born five years ago and it was the cutest day ever! (No it wasn't. She looked ugly as an infant. .. let's not kid ourselves.) BUT, it turned into the cutest day ever because she is cute now!!! I wonder if I'm allowed to put a picture of her up instead of one of my cats up. Would Christin let me? I have her on Facebook, so this really isn't much different. I will ask. In the mean-time, this post will remain vacant of pictures!.
Um, I'm sure there is more, but I'm not sure what it is. Oh yes I am. Tabby has class with stupid people that think they control reality based on how they treat the objects around them. For example, Mama Kitty becomes a cow when I treat her like a cow. . . That is the idea. They are dumb. (that is not the example they gave though, because they don't know Mama and they don't know that she is really a cow.)
Ok, now that is all for now. I will put up the case study and make Tabby put up the guest post.
Love,
Calla and her kitties. (They are both asleep in their beds that they love!)
Um, so that's the goats.
What else is happening is I am so so so so so so so so so so so so sad about the veal calf friends! I don't know why, but last night I got super depressed about them, and it will not go away. I am sad for the Mommies too!! The babies are just ripped away from the mommies and the mommies cry out until their voice is horse and the whole while they are being endlessly milked for human consumption. This is not right. This is actually sort of pretty much evil. I cry over it a lot. I am going to protest Foie Gras on Valentine's day. That is evil too. Jesus does not like us abusing his creation and acting as if such sentient beings were placed on earth for our pleasure when they were actually placed on earth for God's pleasure. Ruthless Dominion is no way to rule. :( Tabby wrote a thing that I will make him copy and paste here as a guest post. I agree with like 96% of it or something. There is a little with which I don't agree, but all and all he is pretty good at life and writing so it will be swell to put up here. You should also read the book Is God a Vegetarian? I think that book is also swell even though the answer is no. . . because Jesus ate Fish. But the conclusion is that we should be. . . So i like it cause I don't like hurting the baby moos. :(
Um, more things happen all the time, but I can't remember them all. I know that I will put up this case statement I had to write. It is for my fundraising and development class. I had to pick a nonprofit on which to base all my projects for the semester, and I, OBVIOUSLY, picked Farm Sanctuary because they are the bestest people in the world! So, I had to write a case statement that was due today at 8:00 p.m. and it might be sucky cause I really don't know so much about fundraising yet since it is only three weeks into the semester. . . But I will put it up here anyway because I love the animals!!! Some of it is a little plagiarized off their website and mission statements and thingys because my teacher said that was OK since we are supposed to be pretending like we work for the company anyway. . . So, it's not like I lifted paragraphs or anything. Just some lists I have are the same as the website's. . . Only, I don't remember what (or actually if anything at all) is plagiarized. Next time I will keep track. Today this girl asked if there was someway we could cite stuff so we didn't feel guilty and my professor said "sure, put sentences you didn't write in red or something, I don't care." So, next time I will put sentences not of my own creation in red. But I didn't do that this time. I hope I don't get sued or something.
My senior thesis is going to suck so hardcore that it is like we are in a blackhole! (haha, that's funny because it is an entirely inaccurate description of what a blackhole does. . . I took a physics class once for the fun of it. . . I don't remember what it was called. I'll look it up. I looked it up. But not in a transcript, just on an assignment I turned in once. It said "contemporary physics." I don't know if that was the full title. The point is. . . I learned that that is not what a blackhole does!) So this is why it sucks: my pre-proposal is due on Friday but I am not good at life, so I have not done enough research to write a pre-proposal. That is what I have to do all of tomorrow. BLAH BLAH BLAH. When the actual proposal is due 16 days from now, I'll put it up here so you can see what I am doing and maybe even help me!!!
So, it was someone special's birthday today. (But really yesterday, as in Feb 11th because I am writing after midnight. But she lives in Arizona so it is still her birthday there. But she was born in Ohio which is the same time zone as New York which is where I live now. . . So, who knows!?) Also, no one remembers at what time exactly she was born! haha. We know Christopher was born at 5:45. We just know Callista was born sometime in the afternoon. . . It was after I was done with school 'cause I know that 'cause I saw her come out of Christin's vagina. EWWW. No, know what was gross? Not the blood. . . THE STRETCH MARKS. This is graphic. Christin might not like that this is up here. Seriously though Callista was born five years ago and it was the cutest day ever! (No it wasn't. She looked ugly as an infant. .. let's not kid ourselves.) BUT, it turned into the cutest day ever because she is cute now!!! I wonder if I'm allowed to put a picture of her up instead of one of my cats up. Would Christin let me? I have her on Facebook, so this really isn't much different. I will ask. In the mean-time, this post will remain vacant of pictures!
Um, I'm sure there is more, but I'm not sure what it is. Oh yes I am. Tabby has class with stupid people that think they control reality based on how they treat the objects around them. For example, Mama Kitty becomes a cow when I treat her like a cow. . . That is the idea. They are dumb. (that is not the example they gave though, because they don't know Mama and they don't know that she is really a cow.)
Ok, now that is all for now. I will put up the case study and make Tabby put up the guest post.
Love,
Calla and her kitties. (They are both asleep in their beds that they love!)
Friday, October 31, 2008
Calla's Sixteenth Post
So, tell me why at a gay club I get hit on twice and Leo only gets a semi-stalker? Tabby said "because if you're straight at a gay club, you have so few options but if you're gay you have a lot of options." OK, but tell me why a straight guy is at a gay club? Perhaps bi? And tell me why a guy, bi or straight thinks a girl who went to a gay club went there to meet someone? Now, that's just brain-deadness. And that is really all I have to say about that.
Since today it is Halloween, and yesterday it was about to be Halloween, some people were dressed up yesterday. At the club I saw two people in "Wildcats" shirts with the number 14 on the back and High School Musical 3 above the number. One of them was wearing a hat like Ryan always wears, so clearly he was supposed to be Ryan. The other one was wearing one of those headbands people wear when they sweat a lot. So, I'm hoping he was Chad and these people realized that Ryan and Chad are honestly gay together. (Don't tell me you didn't realize 'I don't dance' was gay innuendo.) (Chad is still in the closet because he hasn't overcome the stereotype that jocks must be heterosexual, despite the heartfelt song 'we're all in this together.')
(these are my wildcats)
I didn't see HSM 3 because it's in the movie theaters and I'm not going to pay to go see a Disney Movie, especially when I don't have any children with me. (Then there is embarrassment on 2 levels. It looks like you have no morals and you are a loser. . . and I am a loser, but I do have morals.) So yeah, I am a little sad that it was not on TV, but I think I will see it one day. Probably after it is on video and I am in Arizona Callista will have it and I will watch it. Leo saw it though. Now he has the songs on his iPod because he is a loser too. And that is why we are friends. Christin saw it too, and that is why we are sisters. (HAHA no it's not!! We are sisters because we have the same parents!) And also, she didn't see it 'cause she's a loser, she saw it cause she has children. YAY FOR CHILDREN.
So, what else? I don't know what else. I tripped yesterday because sometimes I like to wear these bright green boots that are supposed to be costume boots and aren't really meant for walking around all over town. . . but I do it anyway. So, there's no traction so I slipped and screamed and it was really a little funny because Celia was terrified that she was going to get cut because Halloween is supposedly Bloods initiation or whatever. (How many people are in this city? How many people get cut every Halloween? Your chances are so slim and also practically the same as any other day, but whatever.) So, we were walking in a crowded area (1st Ave. by 14th St., ya know near the L so it's crowded cause people are getting on and off the train.) and I tripped and screamed and Celia almost had a heart attack thinking someone was stupid enough to come up and cut me while I'm walking in a crowded area with two of my friends, one of whom happens to be a tall male. So yeah, I cut my knee but managed not to get a run in my leggings. Tell me how that's possible!? (Really, how is that possible?) And then this morning I have bruises on both my knees. This is what happens when you are uncoordinated, you legs always look like they belong to an eight year old.
UM, it is halloween! I did not have work today because Eliza is paranoid also and decided to send all the middle schoolers home right after school so they are not walking home in the dark. (It gets dark here early now and it is almost time to 'fall back.' Does that mean it will get dark even earlier? Let's think so, at 5 o'clock it will turn into 4 o'clock and it will still be as dark as it was at 5 o'clock. Yep, that means it will get dark even earlier. That is a little bit dumb, but daylights saving is a little bit dumb all the time. Since only 2% of this nation works in farming [and that includes the evil industry factory farms SO SO SAD] and we got mad electricity, probably we don't need daylights saving. Arizona doesn't do that.)
The End.
Love,
Meows and Me
Since today it is Halloween, and yesterday it was about to be Halloween, some people were dressed up yesterday. At the club I saw two people in "Wildcats" shirts with the number 14 on the back and High School Musical 3 above the number. One of them was wearing a hat like Ryan always wears, so clearly he was supposed to be Ryan. The other one was wearing one of those headbands people wear when they sweat a lot. So, I'm hoping he was Chad and these people realized that Ryan and Chad are honestly gay together. (Don't tell me you didn't realize 'I don't dance' was gay innuendo.) (Chad is still in the closet because he hasn't overcome the stereotype that jocks must be heterosexual, despite the heartfelt song 'we're all in this together.')
(these are my wildcats)
I didn't see HSM 3 because it's in the movie theaters and I'm not going to pay to go see a Disney Movie, especially when I don't have any children with me. (Then there is embarrassment on 2 levels. It looks like you have no morals and you are a loser. . . and I am a loser, but I do have morals.) So yeah, I am a little sad that it was not on TV, but I think I will see it one day. Probably after it is on video and I am in Arizona Callista will have it and I will watch it. Leo saw it though. Now he has the songs on his iPod because he is a loser too. And that is why we are friends. Christin saw it too, and that is why we are sisters. (HAHA no it's not!! We are sisters because we have the same parents!) And also, she didn't see it 'cause she's a loser, she saw it cause she has children. YAY FOR CHILDREN.
So, what else? I don't know what else. I tripped yesterday because sometimes I like to wear these bright green boots that are supposed to be costume boots and aren't really meant for walking around all over town. . . but I do it anyway. So, there's no traction so I slipped and screamed and it was really a little funny because Celia was terrified that she was going to get cut because Halloween is supposedly Bloods initiation or whatever. (How many people are in this city? How many people get cut every Halloween? Your chances are so slim and also practically the same as any other day, but whatever.) So, we were walking in a crowded area (1st Ave. by 14th St., ya know near the L so it's crowded cause people are getting on and off the train.) and I tripped and screamed and Celia almost had a heart attack thinking someone was stupid enough to come up and cut me while I'm walking in a crowded area with two of my friends, one of whom happens to be a tall male. So yeah, I cut my knee but managed not to get a run in my leggings. Tell me how that's possible!? (Really, how is that possible?) And then this morning I have bruises on both my knees. This is what happens when you are uncoordinated, you legs always look like they belong to an eight year old.
UM, it is halloween! I did not have work today because Eliza is paranoid also and decided to send all the middle schoolers home right after school so they are not walking home in the dark. (It gets dark here early now and it is almost time to 'fall back.' Does that mean it will get dark even earlier? Let's think so, at 5 o'clock it will turn into 4 o'clock and it will still be as dark as it was at 5 o'clock. Yep, that means it will get dark even earlier. That is a little bit dumb, but daylights saving is a little bit dumb all the time. Since only 2% of this nation works in farming [and that includes the evil industry factory farms SO SO SAD] and we got mad electricity, probably we don't need daylights saving. Arizona doesn't do that.)
The End.
Love,
Meows and Me
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