Itinerantdaughter's Blog

This morning I came in to work to find a barrage of emails from WordPress telling me that all these people with French names “liked” my blog post.  I’ve mentioned this before and it’ll sound just as ridiculous this time around, but I’m not very good with technology –– I don’t exactly know what it means to “like” something (I think you just press a button?), I’ve never had a Facebook account, and I still am afraid of “apps” because I can’t quite untangle the philosophical ramifications of little things that do things for you.  Anyway, all these French people seem to be on something called Gravatar, which is a mystery to me, too.  Gravatar seems to think all these French people are based in Mcalester, Oklahoma, and when I click to see their profiles, all I get is one big symbol and their name.  I’m sure I could poke around and find out more about them (WordPress gave me a little guilt trip about it –– they liked my stuff, maybe I would “like” theirs?) but see again confession of ridiculousness.

Anyway, thanks, French people!  I’ve always enjoyed your cheese and wine!

THIS SUNDAY, August 14, at 11:00 AM, The Committee to Save the Chelsea Hotel will march into the front lobby outfitted with suitcases full of ridiculous clothing, bubbles, books, whiskey, marijuana, blankets, paint, canvases, kittens, snacks, bouncy balls, occult talismans, flashlights, chess sets, and anything that plays music (from bongos to ipods with speakers.)  They will proceed to bust into guest rooms (which ones are guest rooms and which belong to permanent tenants can be determined by the door or otherwise by asking the protest leader, ID), make themselves comfortable, and then barricade themselves inside.  Whenever possible, new residents are encouraged to sneak out from their rooms in the night and hang things they’ve made on the wall.  Protestors are committed to remaining in their rooms until forcibly removed.  For that reason, we recommend anyone who plans to join us in this endeavor to pack appropriately, eat a large (but not sedating) meal before the siege, and prepare to bring their a-game.

If you would like to join us in our attempt to save the Chelsea, please email itinerantdaughterandson@gmail.com, and we will respond with the location where we will meet on Sunday to gather before the March.

Fasten your seatbelts, Chetrit family.  It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.

If anyone works with little kids, can you answer this question for me?  When I was in elementary school, we were often told to sit “Indian-style.”  Given that people are really fucking sensitive about stereotypes and incorrect labels for different ethnicities these days, has the term changed?  And if so, what is it now?  Cross-legged?  Lotus-style?  God forbid, “Native American-style”?  That’s a mouthful for a kindergartener.

A la The Guardian‘s “Digested Read”:

New York Times article “Who Succumbs to Addiction, and Who is Unscathed?”

Don’t bother reading it.  Let me give you the answer: nobody has any fucking idea.