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Crave, almost tow and xmas trees

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

I went to set up at the jupiter hotel and come to find that the room is the size of two bathrooms. The vendor who has half the space brought along an enourmous xmas tree as she wanted to make sure to make good use of the $ she had spent. I wanted to assure her that she had already done it with her dining-room sized table but after accessing the situation I thought it better to leave Violet the other half and bale out of the party. I mean she had originally paid for the space and seriously folks, there was very little room in there.

Naturally while I was there unloading my car was being towed. I came out just in time and the tow man actually unhooked me and gave my car back to me. If I had been in SF I am sure that would never have happened. I walked away relieved not to deal with all that holiday sale. I hate selling my shit and came home feeling very holiday like indeed.

Crave, rats and more

the rat(s) ate through my computer cord. They have entered our living space from the basement. We tried to seal off the entrance from the basement by stuffing towels into the hole but they ate through them. The mouse died yesterday in a trap. The rats eat the food off the trap leaving behind just enough not to set it off. A rat exterminator gave us a quote of 1200. We balked. He explained they are very difficult to get rid of and they would come back as many times as it took to make sure they were gone. For that price we could get a regular exterminator to come back over a dozen times.

I am doing this fun party/show at the Jupiter hotel tonight with the gals from diyportland.com. We just set up this site and it needs a lot more work but we needed a way to advertise as a coop. Plus, our stuff is really cool.

Joseph, green builder man, is putting in a vent tomorrow so we will be getting a good air exchange and when you call us we won't sound like we are high anymore.
Reading Hunger's Brides...the 5 lb book and am now 1/132 of the way through it. Heh.

Jim's editor told him he needed to chop his book by another 60 pages. This is after 6 months of editing it down by 1/3. She gave him a word count and he based his first edit on what she told him. So frustrating. If you can imagine cutting down a novel written by someone with severe ADD...tons of characters, skipping through time, strings throughout the book where if you pull one you must redo the whole book but it reads like nothing else I have read. I am sad to see this editing going on. So much of the feel of the book is being lost. Plus, she cut one of my favorite characters. Jim says he is going to self publish all the cut parts in a separate kit that comes with individual pages and a glue stick. There will be pages 36a-36k to insert. I think it a brilliant idea. He is off for a week into the woods to try and get back into his second novel. The time for this book is now. So much is coming out now on the topic he started writing about over a year ago. He lost so much by momentum by editing his first book. I hope he is able to place himself back into it.

Kristin and I went to see the Vinyl Killers show and there was some great stuff at the good foot. Afterwards we headed over to voodoo donuts and picked up a dozen chocolate peanut butter donuts and ate half of them on the way home. These are THE best donuts ever made.
Klutch is coming in over the holidays to do a huge mural of the girls band camp on our walls. We are dying in anticipation.

My credit card company changed their payment address without sending an official letter out announcing the change and I use bill pay so all my payments were going to some old address. I am getting over limit charges, late charges and Klutch's check is about to bounce. Capital One SUCKS and I am dumping them as soon as I get my mileage points out. I think their customer service is somewhere in Bangladesh.

Thankful oh so thankful

Friday, November 25, 2005

Where do I begin? Never able to work in groups, always bored with my job after about 3 months, a heavy binge drinker on the weekends, meekly painting, searching for love with a reputation for being utterly insane...I was insane. Watching my life slip away without dignity or meaning yet filled with the poignancy of extremes made me act out in ways that do not deserve words.
Now I am filled to the top making a life I am excited about. I am addicted to the process of creation and birth. With Jim I am discovering what love really means. With Ava I now am beginning to understand the responsibility that comes with creation and the rewards. Never have I felt so lucky to be a part of a process that makes us universally human. I hope that I may not be so selfish in my own creating and tending as to not help others to discover this beauty. I now understand why people teach.
Happy Thanksgiving.

President Poopyhead

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

The NY Observer did an article that mentioned our political t-shirts. The reporter interviewed quite a few of my customers and quoted Stephanie Dolgoff on why she put her children in anti bush shirts. They naturally didn't publish our retort (see blog before last children as billboards) and now some right wing asswipe from the WSJ is holding up her comments as being an example of what is wrong with the Democrats (I might have to agree with him on the lack of cohesiveness on the part of the Democratic party and that the first show of strength that the Democrats have demonstrated in recent years IS their (I am not registered as a D) dislike over our current administration BUT it was idiots such as Taranto who re-elected him for a second term and thank god there is a term limit as he would probably vote for him a third term) and from here a ton of God Fearing Right Wing Christians have equated Stephanie with a Palestinian terrorist and Michael Medved even called to ask her on his radio show by telling her he puts his 15 month old in a Bush/Cheney t-shirt (bet those are flying off the shelves these days.) She is a reporter for SELF and another idiot even called in to say he was terminating his subscription because Stephani dressed her children in anti bush shirts. Pathetic? Imagine that your biggest concern is what other people dress their children in rather than what is going into your drinking water, that all your tax dollars are funding an unjustified war and that everyday you support making your environment more toxic for your children.
I think it pretty telling that people are getting that worked up about a shirt that says President Poopyhead. Best part is that we got the WSJ to publish the words President Poopyhead.


Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Running around in circles trying to avoid bookkeeping. It just sits there staring at me. I want to escape from it but there is nowhere to go. I have to start in on it today.
Been working on this new line of shirts that kicks ass. Slowly the pieces come together and I am absolutely amazed at what is coming out of it. This is my favorite part of my job. Creating something so new and exciting that I am jumping out of my skin. Perhaps I am delusional but who gives a hay?
Relatives visited all last week and Jim was upset that I was too busy with work to hang out during the day. Not only did we get back onto google, we also got into the NY Observer AND the coolbabysheet site was reviewed by daily candy. That site has been sitting there just waiting to die out. I have put so little into promoting it that I was a bit bummed to have it take off so suddenly. Orders have been flying in but somehow I am just not that interested in it anymore. They are freakin cool though.
What else? We are going to have the walls of our garage spraypainted by a totally amazing stencil artist.
I went to a really lame gift fair (I think 3 people came through) that was advertised as kid oriented (one face painter who left after an hour) but I did get to meet the folks from Herbivore Magazine and you know when you meet someone and you can't stop talking shop? You just get so engrossed in exchanging information? Merging of ideas. So much came out of that meeting for me.
I am taking Jens stencil making class next week and can't wait to make little gnomes and such.
My husband says I look so punk rock when I get up in the morning and don't do anything to my hair.
Ava started using the word WHY? She flies around the house like a mad child flying on airplanes, playing with dragons...I wonder if all children have this much imagination. I can barely remember myself.
Started reading that five pound book and love it although can only absorb about 8 pages a night.

Using our Children as Billboards

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

I haven't read the article yet, and I probably never will, since I don't live in New York and I'm not going to subscribe to the thing, but apparently the crux of her argument is that our kid's political line is inappropriate because it encourages parents to use their children as a billboards. (We have shirts that say "I already know more than the president" and "President Poopyhead")

To that I can only say, what the hell are you doing when your kid's shirt says BABY GAP, or DORA THE EXPLORER, or FUTURE DALLAS COWBOY CHEERLEADER? Are you not saying: I support Indonesian sweatshop labor, or I'm teaching my child to smile, nod, and talk to the TV, or my child has a future in mini-skirts and breast implants. Oh wait, you only dress your little Emma in pretentious, designer clothing--you'd never let her wear a T-shirt. That happens to say something too.

For the record, I have no problem using my child as a billboard. I'm also using my car, my laptop, my sidewalk, my business, and anything else I can get my hands on. I'm not going to let the media stupefy me or my child into thinking that dropping bombs on and torturing the innocent civilians of a sovereign nation who did us no harm is something best kept on the down-low.

Our president IS a poopyhead, and as far as I'm concerned that's being kind. A lot of other people out there happen to think similarly, which is why our T-shirts fly out of our punked-out garage. Every time we make one, and it gets stuffed into a biogradable plastic bag, we smile a devious, little smile. Maybe, ten years from now, when these kids grow up, they'll carry forth the tattered banner we've been wavin--the banner that says that Mr. Bush is an idiot, the banner that apologizes for our nation's embarrassing behavior. Maybe, ten years from now, if we keep making T-shirts, the poopyheads will be long gone, we'll be out of Iraq, and there will be peace.

As far as we're concerned, there's no inappropriate way to get across that message. Put it on your car, your baby, yourself, hell, spray paint it all over the New York Observer office at 915 Broadway for all we care. But get the message across. By any non-violent means necessary.

James Bernard Frost

Babywit dad

Halloween was a blast!

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

This year was the most fun I have had since I was a child. Three days of serious parties, great costumes and lots of giggles. Ava was a jr. zookeeper for three of the parties and a princess for the fourth. I am really bad at costuming but I took a nightgown and sewed race cars over the disney princesses and she was princess of the cars and trucks. For the zookeeper costume she had a monkey wrapped around her waist, some cool shades and of course knee high socks and tivas. Last night we hit two parties. First, we met up with Jennifer & family from DishyDuds at the Kennedy School. They open the doors for storytelling and employees stand out in the hallways passing out candy. It is an absolute madhouse. Ava stood in disbelief when she realized that all she had to do was open her bag to get candy.
We are getting ready to launch a coop site in the venus issue. Ad copy goes in today. It makes sense, four business owners going in together to purchase ad space.
Kristin brought me flowers and some voodoo donuts when I returned from NYC. I still can't believe how lucky I got to have her working for me. Now if only Tanya would return we would be the gang again.
I am going to ask z to do some sketches for me for a new site (another one) I am about to launch. I think everyone will laugh their pants off. I am while making it.
I launched the affiliates program but don't really know how to market it as we are not on google right now. We are working on getting reindexed but it sucks to know that a competitor can come in, rip you off, stick it to you in the arse AND give you a phone call to gloat. I am still holding the phone receiver in disbelief.