Ernesto Has the Blues and Reds
You can make your very own Obamarama poster here. Below, please find the noble Ernesto, who was not actually very noble when he fell out of my bedroom closet last night at 2 a.m. (he occasionally goes in there to inspect the sheets and towels and almost always knocks something over). 
I am having a kind of weird week. Seems to be going extremely slowly and I don't feel like I'm getting anything done at all. I really wish I were a tidier person. My house is a mess--not in a way that's obvious. There's not piles of garbage on the floor or pillars of old newspapers or even clothes strewn about. My dishes are washed and my clothes are put away and my bed is usually made, but I don't clean. I don't dust, I don't mop the floors, I don't scrub down my fridge. I sometimes clean the tub is I know guests are coming for the weekend and I sometimes sweep the floors, but I still feel like a sloth. I was thinking the other day, What if I could have a maid. I honestly think I would be too embarrassed to hire a cleaning person. I could see myself cleaning up before he/she arrived to save face.
Also, here's an argument I was having with an invisible person this morning: is it wrong to give a black person's name to an animal? Like, is it wrong to name a black cat "Aretha" or a black dog "Oprah" (these were names of two animals referenced on a blog I read regularly). I kind of think it's racist, but maybe I'm wrong. I don't think so though. And yet, all of my animals have human names, and Ernesto is a Spanish name, though I chose it because he's elegant and dashing (except when falling off of things). I couldn't think of the white comparison to this idea of naming your animals after people based on color. I guess you could call a white dog "Cracker" or "Trash," (the only two derogatory terms I can think of for whites, aside from "honky" which hasn't been used since the last episode of The Jeffersons aired). Or like you could call a fat, drooling bull dog Rush Limbaugh or a cockeyed springer spaniel "W." I know when I was little, my uncles had a black dog named Buckwheat (after the black kid in The Little Rascals whose tag line was "O-tay!"). That's not too PC. The problem with naming a black animal after a black person is that pets are sort of like possessions. Like, you own a dog or a cat. So when you name this pet you own "Sambo" there's a not so indirect correlation to slavery. Or maybe I've been out of grad school too long and my brain is jelly.
Due to some very good news I received recently, I will be purchasing a new digital camera this weekend. Liz M. suggests the Canon Powershot. I was with her last weekend when she bought hers for her upcoming trip to London. I'm willing to spend around $150 or a little more, so if you have a better recommendation, I'll take it. I need to get a camera back. All the windows in South Philly are being decorated with hearts and cupids and weirdly hanging red and white stuffed animals.
I am having a kind of weird week. Seems to be going extremely slowly and I don't feel like I'm getting anything done at all. I really wish I were a tidier person. My house is a mess--not in a way that's obvious. There's not piles of garbage on the floor or pillars of old newspapers or even clothes strewn about. My dishes are washed and my clothes are put away and my bed is usually made, but I don't clean. I don't dust, I don't mop the floors, I don't scrub down my fridge. I sometimes clean the tub is I know guests are coming for the weekend and I sometimes sweep the floors, but I still feel like a sloth. I was thinking the other day, What if I could have a maid. I honestly think I would be too embarrassed to hire a cleaning person. I could see myself cleaning up before he/she arrived to save face.Also, here's an argument I was having with an invisible person this morning: is it wrong to give a black person's name to an animal? Like, is it wrong to name a black cat "Aretha" or a black dog "Oprah" (these were names of two animals referenced on a blog I read regularly). I kind of think it's racist, but maybe I'm wrong. I don't think so though. And yet, all of my animals have human names, and Ernesto is a Spanish name, though I chose it because he's elegant and dashing (except when falling off of things). I couldn't think of the white comparison to this idea of naming your animals after people based on color. I guess you could call a white dog "Cracker" or "Trash," (the only two derogatory terms I can think of for whites, aside from "honky" which hasn't been used since the last episode of The Jeffersons aired). Or like you could call a fat, drooling bull dog Rush Limbaugh or a cockeyed springer spaniel "W." I know when I was little, my uncles had a black dog named Buckwheat (after the black kid in The Little Rascals whose tag line was "O-tay!"). That's not too PC. The problem with naming a black animal after a black person is that pets are sort of like possessions. Like, you own a dog or a cat. So when you name this pet you own "Sambo" there's a not so indirect correlation to slavery. Or maybe I've been out of grad school too long and my brain is jelly.
Due to some very good news I received recently, I will be purchasing a new digital camera this weekend. Liz M. suggests the Canon Powershot. I was with her last weekend when she bought hers for her upcoming trip to London. I'm willing to spend around $150 or a little more, so if you have a better recommendation, I'll take it. I need to get a camera back. All the windows in South Philly are being decorated with hearts and cupids and weirdly hanging red and white stuffed animals.
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