I deleted the last entry
Feb 14, 2003 Writing
Too much like counting chickens.
I’m trying to wrap my head around being selfish. This ePregnancy thing is so crazy and I know lots of people scared about making mortgage payments and meeting bills. People whose partners are out of work and they walked away from much-needed money because they have information that makes that choice inevitable.
I don’t know whom to believe because the information I’m getting is patchy and inconsistent. My problem with this is that if I’m not making X amount of money real soon, we probaby won’t be approved for the adoption. Read the rest of this entry »
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Thanks for the help, folks
Feb 12, 2003 Writing
Apparently people don’t mind it when you write to them out of the blue and say, “Excuse me, but you seem a bit hippie-ish to me. Do you have any issues with being labeled and if not, would you mind if I interview you for an article for a magazine that none of us has ever heard of?”
And a friend conveniently produced her mother who was at Woodstock for the grown-up hippie.
Now I’m just waiting for a review copy of the magazine to get an idea of their editorial style.
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Hippies wanted
Feb 11, 2003 Writing
It’s another writing job. They want me to interview two neo-hippies (in the letter they sent me they explain it this way: “We want a piece on the “new hippies” — teenagers and twenty-somethings who wear the clothes, listen to the Grateful Dead and Phish and Widespread Panic, etc. What do they do, what do they like, where do they work, what are their values and goals and dreams, do they organize rallies–those are the kinds of questions we want answered.”) So, know anybody like that? All the hippies I ever knew grew up and had babies and are now driving minivans. They’re bitter about it though. And their kids have cool names like “Indigo.”
Do hippies even like to be called hippies? When we were wee punk rockers we called ourselves “alternative” or “progressive” because punk, my friend, has been dead since Sid checked out. Other people might call us punks but we knew that such language (unless used sarcastically) was sure sign the speaker was a poseur.
Anyway, I need some hippies. Sign up right here! My deadline is February 17th so I need to talk to ‘em by Friday so I can write it by the weekend.
Sheesh, all this vocational tension and then the whole orange alert thing, too. This is to point out that I realize that my blog has studiously ignored the growing threat to peace. My sanity requires this.
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From Vanessa Sands
Feb 10, 2003 work work work
An open letter to writers and friends of ePregnancy magazine
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You know what I hate?
Feb 10, 2003 Uncategorized
I hate it when I have an outfit that I think I look right cute in and then someone takes a picture of me wearing it and I discover that I’m not nearly as adorable as I thought. In fact, I look downright dumpy. This is why I beg and plead with Brett to refrain from snapping pics of me in my most favoritest of outfits; I want to preserve my delusions. Alas, I can’t control other people the way I can control my husband and so a picture of me in a once much loved skirt arrived in my inbox and drat it all, my illusions are shattered.
Fortunately I am absolutely GREAT at denial so I’m just going to delete it and pretend I don’t care. (insert annoying winkie smiley face here)
