Suddenly it’s Saturday afternoon and it’s cold outside and it looks like it might rain any second. Not a pleasant spring shower-it is the end of April, afterall-but the cold, drizzling rain you’d expect at the end of November. The kind of rain that makes you want to curl up underneath the comforter and just go to sleep because even an accidental thought about what’s going on outside makes you feel like you may never be warm again. Reflecting on November weather when it’s practically May inspires thoughts of the disappointment that accompanies you throughout life. Disappointment that comes from not getting that job you wanted, or the plot of every movie starring John Cusack, or the taste of Chinese take-out compared to the thought of Chinese take-out, or the time you invited that boy you liked to a friend’s party and he showed up with a date. Yes, life sometimes seems like one, continuous let down. But there’s one thing you can look forward to that will always rise to the occasion and that’s coffee.
Yes coffee. Smooth, bold, rich, dark, and smelling much better than most men with the same traits. Coffee picks you up when you’re feeling down and gives you the energy you need to power through one disappointing moment after another. If you’re not living and enjoying your life to its full potential, it’s because you’re not drinking enough coffee.
You gave me an excellent deal my new Jeep and I appreciate that; I really do. Your continued follow up after my purchase was appreciated as well.
Unfortunately, I’m inclined to believe that’s where your commitment to customer service ends.
I took my car into a Jeep Dealership for a recent recall. While I was there, I asked the service department to see if they could figure out what was making that irritating scraping noise whenever I make a sharp/u-turn. They did. “The tires on your Jeep are 255/70-17. They should be 235/70-16. It won’t hurt your car or kill you or anything, but somewhere down the line, think about some new tires.”
Ok, no problem. I write to Boucher Kia, who sold me a vehicle with the wrong tires. “The tires on the Jeep you sold me are X, they should be Y, can you replace them or offer me a discount on replacing them?”
Sure! Sorry! Come on in and we’ll switch those out for you!
Shoot! Sorry! Unfortunately we can’t replace them free, but we can give you a discount.
Shoot! Sorry! We can’t discount the tires, but we can do the installation/balance free and maybe even throw in road hazard insurance for the life of the tire.
Any kind of similar reply.
Someone is trying to sell you a new set of tires. There’s really no need. The 255 are standard for your car. Anyway, that’s what was on the car when it was traded in, so we wouldn’t be able to replace them for you. Call with any questions.
This answer is unacceptable because:
I have the internet.
I’m not an idiot.
I know how to use Google. 255 is not the standard size for my vehicle.
But, you answered the question anyway. No. You can’t do anything for me.
I appreciate it.
Thank you for the Jeep. I love it! I love it so much I think I’ll find another provider to take care of it for me.
I hate cleaning. I hate it. It’s a problem because I like my flat to be clean. I hate looking at clutter. I hate clutter existing. It’s why I impulsively go on huge “donate everything to Goodwill” sprees.
I try vacuuming every day. You know, dog, cat, allergies. I have a little vacuum that does a pretty good job keeping the hair under control during the week. It’s easy and it takes 5 minutes. It’s not a big deal.
The big deal is keeping my room clean. Washing the dishes. Putting things away. I should do things right away. I don’t. I try. I fail. It’s just my reality. I accept it. So the dishes pile up and there’s not enough space for them, and thank God I have that portable dishwasher because once I actually put the dishes in it and all I can see are pots and pans, it suddenly becomes much more manageable to clean the pots and pans and just run the dishwasher. Then, while I’m 17 minutes into a rerun of “House”, I think about how the stove could use a wipe down so I pause Hulu and go in the kitchen and there are some crumbs on the table and a new clump of cat hair in the corner by the door and all of the sudden I’m on a roll and nothing can stop me for a good hour.
Then there’s the room. Doing laundry is easy. Saturday mornings or afternoons or evenings or whenever, I take my laundry downstairs and stick it in the machine. I come upstairs and look at the laundry still on the drying rack from last week and throw it on the bed to make room for this week’s laundry. I’ll put it away later. No I won’t. Today’s laundry is done and I really don’t feel like putting stuff away so I hang up the clothes that need to dry, and the clean, dry clothes just stay in the laundry basket. I look at my room and think I should clean right before taking the dog for a walk or making up a new recipe or sitting to watch a movie or read or anything but clean.
Bedtime comes and there are clothes in the way so I throw them on the floor. The laundry in the basket is clean, so I just throw the dirty clothes in a new pile on the floor. Throughout the week I’ll grab clothes to wear from the closet or the laundry basket and eventually I’ll dump the laundry basket out into yet another pile on the floor, and put the dirty clothes in the laundry basket. Then I’ll promise myself I’ll pick everything up on the weekend. Which I may or may not do.
This weekend, I did. I picked up all the clothes. They’re sitting on my bed. In piles. Because I can’t just look at a chore and do it. It’s too overwhelming and I give up. So I break down chores into smaller tasks. First, clothes go in different piles-shirts, pants, dresses, jackets, etc. Then, while everything’s off the floor, I vacuum quick. You know, in case it goes right back on the floor again. While I’m vacuuming the bedroom, I better get the living room and the kitchen as well. Then I have to pick up clutter around the house that I’ve noticed. Then I think I better go get a frame for that poster I’ve been meaning to hang. So I dig through the tool bin in the other room full of stuff and find a tape measure so I know what size frame to get and, my room forgotten, I go to buy a poster frame.
I have a 24”x36” Star Wars poster that I stole from my brother when I went to my mom’s house for Christmas last year.
Anyway, so now I’m home and the poster is in a frame and I’ll probably hang that up later. First I have to take the dog for a walk. Home again, and finally I will go put my clothes away.
Or I will hang up the dresses and the sweaters and then take a break to come write a blog about cleaning my house.
Seriously, I could have been done putting clothes away by now. It would have taken like 20 minutes.
The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to the potential of Procrastination.
"When you don’t work every day with people who live on the margins of our society, it’s much easier to make easy statements about who’s right and who’s wrong." -Sr. Simone Campbell
On July 1, 2010, the All Saints Catholic Newman Center of Tempe, AZ, fell under control of the Diocese of Phoenix. Previously, since 1968, and while I was a part of that community, the Newman Center was run by priests of the Dominican Order.
For those not familiar with the Catholic Church, there are several different Catholic religious orders - Dominicans, Franciscans, Jesuits, Carmelites, etc.
The Dominican Order is one with a large focus on Social Justice. It is also has a huge loyalty to learning, and different forms of spirituality. I loved this community because that’s what it was. A community. Open to everyone. Involved in local and national social issues. Bringing people together. Actively working toward making the world a little bit better. The priests I knew, Fr. Fred Lucci and Fr. Nathan Castle, gave homilies that seemed to speak directly to me, about issues I cared about. Their words and lessons stay with me, years later. They were there for me during some incredibly low moments of my life.
So when I heard that the Dominican Order had “stepped down for the incoming Diocesan priests” I immediately called bullshit. They didn’t “step down”. They were forced out. Fr. Fred resigned as the Director of the Newman Center.
The Dominicans were kicked out after over 40 years of service for much the same reason these Nuns are now being placed under the watchful eye of Archbishop Peter Sartrain in order to make sure they make the necessary changes to their ministry. Too much focus on Social Justice, not enough focus on issues that don’t actually have anything to do with the teachings of Jesus. It is widely speculated that the Dominicans were made to leave largely due to the Newman Center’s LGBT Fellowship (which is no longer a part of the Newman Center). This particular outreach ministry was, not surprisingly, unpopular with the Diocese of Phoenix.
It infuriates me the amount of potential the Catholic Church has to make a significant change in the world, and wastes it. Fr. Fred actually wrote a homily on this. The enormous amount of energy wasted on hatred, and how much of a difference we could make in the world if we focused that energy on Social Justice and respecting each other.
Really? It’s 2012 and people are starving and homeless and kids are shooting each other and 11-year-olds commit suicide because of bullying but OH MY GOD GAY PEOPLE STILL EXIST?? WHAT THE FUCK!??
I don’t really get the whole God and Jesus thing. I believe in doing what’s right for our fellow human beings. Not because of some eternal reward, not because some deity told me to, but because it’s the right thing to do. I don’t not believe in a higher power of some sort. I don’t really know what I believe. I’ll tell you what I don’t believe in. The Catholic Church. I thought I did once, but I really just believed in Dominicans. And now I believe in a group of nuns, too.
Holy crap. After reading this article, I thought The Joker was pretty badass. The character of Bane will be a “physical threat,” and a very “meticulous and calculated” villain. Can’t wait to see Tom Hardy in action! (Heath Ledger, you are still greatly missed!)
Trying to get into “The Wire”. It’s not working so you turn to twitter and oh fuck it’s Thursday. #SheHeChat. So then you’re sitting on the couch with your neighbors drinking margaritas and the kid keeps running in from the bedroom and the cat still thinks you’re romantically involved and the fetus jokes just keep on coming and you think you might keep spiraling down all the way to hell but wait. What’s that you see over the horizon coming to save your sorry ass it’s coffee. Yes, coffee.
You may stop reading this in Garrison Keillor’s voice now.
I dreamt I was at a friend’s house, I think. Somehow I determined I needed a second dog so I flew to Nevada for a one day trip to get one. I only bought a one-way ticket and I was going to get the return ticket once I arrived. The plane had a balcony. I called my brother to tell him to pick me up when I arrived at 5pm. I thought to myself I should have grabbed a book, but I didn’t have time. My brother picked me up at the airport I decided in the airport I didn’t need another dog. I tried deciding if I should get a return ticket for later that night or early the next day, since I had to work in the morning. I thought I should still say hi to my mom since I was in Nevada. I surprised my mom at home. And then I woke up.
"I voted for _____ because he’s not Obama." "Is that the only reason you voted for him?" "Pretty much." "So what’s the most important issue for you this campaign season?" "Beating Obama" "What don’t you like about Obama?" "He’s ruining the country." "Care to expand on that?" "I don’t like his policies." "Which ones?" "Obama needs to go. Basically, I’ll vote for anyone who can beat him." "Ok. Thank you."
NPR. Interviewing people in Milwaukee. This same conversation took place three times while I was listening.
I could talk about how “beating Obama” is not an actual issue. I could talk about how “Obama” is not a policy. I could talk about how these are the people who claim people who vote differently than they do are “brainwashed” and how I laugh about the obvious hypocrisy in that. I could talk about how this isn’t a new phenomenon. We heard this all before, about 4 years ago, from a different side. All this has happened before, and all of it will happen again.
But really I’m just going to say how proud I am to live in a country that lets almost anyone vote. Even the dumb fucks. Every single election.