13 Jul, 2008
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The Mommy-track post, or as Maggie Dammit would say, the post in which I lose several readers (in a fiery rage? she didn’t say that part). Anywho, back to my point, which was… am I evil for resenting a “New Parent Community of Practice” recently (heh) spawned at work? Don’t answer yet. Let me explain.
I. Let’s say one works at a federal government agency. Let’s say said anonymous Place of Employment offers flextime, telecommuting, maternity leave, paternity l
eave, on-site (good) day care, part-time schedules, family-friendly sick leave, use of sick leave and annual leave towards extended maternity/paternity leave, etc.
Photo by N. Farnsworth as printed on Flickr.
II. Let’s further say Place of Employment is a place where work is analytical and done in teams in a Read the rest of this entry »
9 Jul, 2008
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Green. Green is lush, rich, rolling meadow morning softness. Green is enviro -friendly, future-oriented, the color of money, the color of life, of springtime, gems – emerald , malachite, jade.
Photo “Please don’t move” by Zespira L. on Flickr
But green is deep, sneaky, possessive, emerald powerful jealousy.
Green is the dark hate I feel for girls who get to wear short skirts without puffy ankles or knees.
Green is someone else getting the call, the moment, the power.
Green is the sickening despair of not being noticed, not being enough, not mattering.
Green is stronger, less forgiving then blue.
It cannot see its dewy deep beauty, which is too bad. Strong as it is, it could be so much stronger, if it could see.
Green. Green has so much.
8 Jul, 2008
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Photo: “Dc Art Walk 10” by “bullneck” on flickr
7:20 a.m.
Clickity clickity. fwip. fwip.
“Hola Amigo, que tal? A que hora? Que?”
“And then like I was telling him and he said… wait, what? no that’s what I’m saying.”
Click click click. Meep meep. Whaa wah whaaa wah waaaah wah.
“Hello? Margaret? Yah, there’s a problem with the bus, so I’m just going now. Yeah. I’m walking. I’ll be there soon. But listen can you Read the rest of this entry »
