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merry christmas

christmas is lovely at home. we had salmon and potatoes (czechs have carp, which is revolting, and potato salad, which i am sure i have told you about my hate affair with potato salad). Friar Tuck tried to reproduce the food categories to reflect tradition but to make food so that we would be pleased, and i am so pleased to have this. Squire Tuck was his perfect self, commenting on the beauty of black olives against pink salmon. we ate on my grandmother's china. i got a sparkly thing because Friar Tuck has figured out that i like sparkly things, which is very clever of Friar Tuck. Squire Tuck got seven books because we think he likes reading, i guess. if you fill a martini glass half full of griotte and then layer gin on top it looks like christmas and it tastes like heaven. i could fill you with details to last you to the new year. we've been listening to laurie anderson's life on a string and iva bittova's kolednice and of course nohavica. i love this song because it seems so rousing and lively and the lyrics are so sad and determined; it doesn't work quite without the music but i'll give it to you anyway. merry and happy and i hope things are half as good where you are as they are here.

Mary, Virgin Mary
She went around the world, she went alone
Just with Joseph
He was a little useless
They both wandered around the outskirts of Judea

They wandered through the night looking for a place
Where they could lay their heads
They were expecting a child
And none of the people
wanted anything to do with them
All of them said,
you will reap what you sow.

Mary, Virgin Mary
Solved this problem on her own
She found a little stable
It stank a bit
but a bucket of water washed it clean

And then she lay down
and cried a little
And Joseph was hopeless
With a face like a mule
And then near midnight
with the help of god
and thanks to courage
She brought into the world a boy as pretty as a picture

Mary, Virgin Mary,
Who was almost alone in everything

And then a comet flashed across the sky
Mary said,
Josef, let's go out into the world
There is no place for us here
They don't love us here
They will kill our son
And so the three of them left

What happened next you surely know
What you don't know, you can imagine

Mary, Virgin Mary
Who was in all things almost alone

and aNOTHer thing

on the weekend nobody felt exactly lively. Squire Tuck and i decorated for christmas finally on sunday, but mostly i sat around in my jammies putting together a puzzle and reviewing my appreciation of the underrated art of NOTH. whatcha doing? nothing.

on monday Squire Tuck stayed home because he was "sick" and because i'm a parent who believes that if a kid really really doesn't want to go to school, their ability to learn is as hampered as if they were ill, so: stay home. spare the teacher and yourself. by monday afternoon he had upgraded to sick (without scare quotes) and by monday evening he was screaming in pure frustration at Friar Tuck for correcting his pronunciation of some word or another, and i tried to rub his back and he burst into tears from the pain of being touched. ah, genuine sickness, i haven't seen you in a while.

yesterday Squire Tuck felt the christmas spirit of giving and decided to share his illness with me; by 5 p.m. i was weeping on the couch while we passed the tissues back and forth and reminded each other to drink more tea. we watched a bunch of PBS tapes ("in search of myths and heroes"), which was just so supercool. we talked about shangri-la and how although religious wars strike me as ridiculous, it's not like atheists are above it all: the cultural revolution wreaked as much destruction as a holy war. we talked about zeus getting out athena by splitting his skull open, and whether or not a drill would be a good way to drain the sinuses. Squire Tuck thinks not but it's still an option on my table. i cannot go much longer with the mouth breathing, three more days of this and i'll be unable to explain the difference between "it's" and "its" and then how will we buy bread.

Friar Tuck came home at about seven with a full bag of fruit and wine and rum and vegetables. he made this giant vat of vegetable soup and played chess with Squire Tuck and poured rum punches into me until everything, including the mouth breathing, was very very funny, and very sleepy, and i went to bed. and slept! and feel better today, although still unable to breath through my nose.

Squire Tuck's already back in school.

last night i sat in a pile of tissues (one of my 2 disgusting habits) and thought how lucky i am. lucky that i have a kid with whom i can talk about cultural revolutions and splitting headaches. lucky that i have a guy who knows so precisely how to take care of me that i barely need to explain anything. it's the difference between falling off the highwire and bouncing on a trampoline.

as the philosopher jagger once said...

some things you want you have to absolutely give up on wanting before you can get them. it is not merely the stuff of hollywood, this "just when i thought i could never..." and then boom. if you want to get pregnant and you think you can't, you must sell the children's books you've been collecting since you were old enough to imagine wanting a child (you were nine) and those you can't sell, you must give away, and you must adopt some very bad habits, and then, let me tell you, boom. just like in the movies. but you can't say that you're giving up on it, you have to really give up on it. this is true for all things that are controlled by magic.

some things you want you have to absolutely give up on wanting before you realize you didn't actually want them. this is what they were telling you but you weren't listening because you really really wanted it. you want to be liked by him and you want to be liked by him and you want and you want and he doesn't. your desperation burns a path in front of you, pleading and not merely wanting but needing. you have to let it go, all that desperation, the belief you can draw it to you with the force of your will alone. walk away and every step you take away you realize what hell your life would have been if you had stood there one more minute. stop wanting the praise of the people who you do not respect; stop wanting the affection of people who do not share your values; stop wanting people who do not care for you. this is true for all things that are other people.

some things you want you have to work hard for. mostly it is about deciding that you want it. mostly it is about deciding how much you want it and whether you can do the amount of work involved. people don't mind if you say you want something for free, because everybody wants everything for free, but you have to know some things take work. you have wanted to go to greece since you were twelve. maybe earlier. why haven't you been there yet? you have planned to do something about your brittle heart for three years now, why don't you get on that? you can have these things if you work. this is true for all things that are you.

**the title of this post is an allusion to a line from the television show HOUSE, in which the good doctor makes an allusion to a line from the rock band THE ROLLING STONES ("You can't always get what you want").

QUIXOTIC is also a lot of points

i am troubled that i am not getting a rush of emails along the lines of "WHEN in february, oh my darling anne, can i crush you in my arms and look deep into your pretty blue eyes and confess that for the eleven months you are not here my life is entirely devoid of meaning?" i know you're lying, but seriously, if you want to hang out in february you best book it early and often. i'm saying. i have vegas to attend to, you know.

on saturday i saw a woman on the bus whose hair was shellacked about five inches off her skull and her makeup was so heavy i could see not merely the line of makeup along the jaw, but the thickness of the line. it facial braille by mary kay. she was wearing jeans and a puffy coat; i waited for her head to detach and go wherever it was going, which was certainly someplace different from the rest of her body, but she was all still in one piece when i got off at my stop.

and saturday continued to be weird. saturday night we were in this nearly-deserted restaurant playing scrabble and the waiter told us (over the hum of the television) that this was a classy establishment in which one could not play games, as it disturbs the other customers. pointing out that the other customers totalled about 10 in a room that seats 100+ was not persuasive, and so we had to leave. it was like getting kicked out of denny's for studying, i was like, "whaa--?" the next place we went to we asked permission, just in case the earth had reversed polarities or something, and the waitress looked at us as if we had lost our entire minds. "yes, of COURSE you can play games here!" thank goodness. conversation is all well and good but i won't rest until i've spelled CRAZIEST instead of just lived through it.

things are generally good. i got back to sleeping through the night after nearly a month of frantic insomnia, and we're all much happier for it. a freakishly clean house, a dozen ambitious projects (started, rarely completed), and an insane ability to work without even stopping for cigarettes is all quite entertaining for me, but i gather it is not much fun to live with. also, i never seem to get done the stuff that NEEDS to get done. it's like, "you know what? i haven't cleaned the tiles with a toothbrush in a really long time! i should get on that! what, pay the bills? oh, yeah, plenty of time for that later!! now... where's that toothbrush?"

it is a good thing i am very very pretty because sometimes i am also very very stupid. but charming! and charm always carries us through the dumb stuff, right? even if we don't think it will. charm is a total SuperPower. people think they want, like, the ability to fly or something, and those traditional superpowers may be useful, like with invisibility one could rob banks and look at naked people without getting caught, but charm has useful everyday applications. for example, i will probably need it to sort out that bill i missed last month. awhoops.

merely updating

this morning i got up early and took Squire Tuck to the train station; he went with his german class to vienna for the day. i love europe. i then came home and took a two hour nap, in which i woke up a couple times from dreams that were remarkably not horrific, and so i made myself roll over and try some more. it was strange and lovely. i advocate naps but usually 20 minutes is all i can do before my brain starts cooking up new schemes for me to pick at, and so two hours was like an All Nap Extravaganza Variety Show with donny and sonny and cher and marie and purple socks and you babe.

i bought our tickets for february finally yesterday. shopping on the internet is so easy it almost doesn't feel like i'm trying; i got very angry at the systems that were booting me off for having a different IP than my (US) address led them to believe, the nosey parkers, but i finally got the tickets and it was cheaper than i'd expected, so yay me. i am so adept and whatnot.

after approximately 20 years of dressing as a stagehand i decided last winter to branch out into colors. COLORS! that is exciting, isn't it. apparently i decided going with just one color to start, and apparently that one color is "wine" because in unpacking my winter clothes i discovered that i now look like a stagehand with a drinking problem. perhaps next i will go for "green" and i can be a stagehand for a play about people who get lost in the woods while consuming a fine merlot. i spent about 20 minutes talking to andrea about this very important issue. i know it is dumb but it was so nice to not talk about something that cannot be solved. i am decided to be Trivial and Bubbly with Extra Trivia and Bubbles for the forseeable future, like possibly even until after new years.

the beer party was fun; Friar Tuck cleverly snuck in three (3!) non-alcoholic beers, despite which we managed to drink off most of our discerning tastebuds well before we made it to the end. this means we have some for the next time you come to visit, but you'd better make it soon, because now that we know what we like, we're probably going to go through it fairly quickly. slurp.

circus performance next tuesday. pictures then, if nothing before then comes to mind.

apropos of friday

1. i often tell people "i don't have a television" because although we have a set, it's not connected to the antenna- we only use it for DVDs and videos. so we don't watch sports or news, but we do keep up with some things. recently i've been alternating "big love" and "deadwood" and i have to recommend this formula only if you want your brain to explode from the dissonance. which, i like that.

2. "the big rock candy mountain" is quite possibly the most twisted "children's" song ever. i found this website which warns "Remember, although this is a fun song to learn and sing, having such easy access to cigarettes and alcohol would not actually be a "good" thing. Smoking and alcohol addictions are harmful to your health," and "...speaking of candy, please also visit Obesity and Your Environment and My Food My World!" hahaha. good thing they left off the verse about being buggered sore like a hobo's whore; perhaps they don't have a link to explain why that would be a bad thing.

3. i told Squire Tuck's tutor that it already seems like Squire Tuck is doing better. "this is not going to be a sprint" pavel told me, apparently concerned that i was going to be thinking things are all better. "this year is more a marathon, and we're just starting..."
"yes," i answered, "but now it feels like Squire Tuck has finally got his running shoes on."

4. i'm sleeping maybe 4 hours a day and consequently wandering around in a total daze for the remaining 20. my brain is skipping from one rock to the next and i'm playing "don't look down, don't look down." i haven't cooked anything in over a week. i told Friar Tuck i was a good prep cook, because i can focus on one task at a time, but not an assembly, but he says i'm more of a post-cook, which is true. i can reheat like a master.

5. we're having a party tomorrow, did i tell you? Friar Tuck wants to find out which beer is his favorite. as even Friar Tuck cannot drink 15 whole beers at once, nor can he compare them side by side effectively (because one might get warm while he is drinking the others, etc. SCIENCE) he has decided to have a tasting party, whereby everyone will split the beers and compare them. it's all very scientific, as it is Friar Tuck running the show. there are evaluation sheets, and also tables for information. a white board may be involved. Friar Tuck thinks i am making fun of him because i am.

6. what else? is it strange to put "brush your teeth" on the "to do" list? because that's on mine.