I Remember Dada

That's the Matter With Kansas
From a proclamation issued December 27, 2005, by Dennis Highberger, mayor of Lawrence, Kansas, which calls itself the “City of the Arts.” The thirteen days of commemoration were chosen by rolling dice and picking numbers out of a hat. Originally from Harper's Magazine, March 2006.

Sources
WHEREAS: Dadaism is an international tendency in art that seeks to change conventional attitudes and practices in aesthetics, society, and morality; and
WHEREAS: Dadaism may or may not have come into being in the summer of 1916 at the Cabaret Voltaire at 1 Spiegelgasse in Zurich, Switzerland, with the participation of Hugo Ball, Tristan Tzara, Emmy Hennings, Marcel and Georges Janco, Jean Arp, and Richard Huelsenbeck; and
WHEREAS: The central message of Dada is the realization that reason and anti-reason, sense and nonsense, design and chance, consciousness and unconsciousness, belong together as necessary parts of a whole; and
WHEREAS: Dada is a virgin microbe that penetrates with the insistence of air into all those spaces that reason has failed to fill with words and conventions; and
WHEREAS: zimzim urallala zimzim urallala zimzim zanzibar zimzalla zam;

NOW, THEREFORE, I, Dennis Highberger, Mayor of the City of Lawrence, Kansas, do hereby proclaim the days of February 4, March 28, April 1, July 15, August 2, August 7, August 16, August 26, September 18, September 22, October 1, October 17, and October 26, 2006, as “International Dadaism Month.”

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Today is Our Fourth Anniversary!

March 30, 2002

Here are some pictures

from our wedding day,

which took place at

Aaron's grandparents' house

in Madisonville, LA.

It was a beautiful day!

Me and my dad.

Aaron and my mom.

Aaron and his mom.

Me. I was so utterly nervous before the ceremony!

This was afterwards.

Phew.

A New Look to Remind Me Not to Cling to Safe Harbors

I thought the harbor background would be appropriate since we will be moving soon. Life is so much easier but less rewarding if you always take the easy and safe route. The uncertainty and the unknown which are hiding behind the murky mists of the future scare me but also intrigue me. What will they reveal? It's much simpler to remain mired in the present circumstance. I pray for the power to move beyond this to whatever may be...

And now...a Truce

Ok, so we have decided to call it a draw. Neither one of us wanted to fight, so I said I would feel better if he simply apologized. And he did. We have gotten along better since then. I asked him what I could do to make things better and he said he would like more support for the move to Houston. So I told him that if he would be nicer to me, it would be easier to support him. Ha, touche!!!

Is it Learned Helplessness or is it Memorex?

Haha, I'm not really laughing. My grandfather is doing better now than just about anyone, and he cannot see and can hardly walk. Our two dogs are driving me fucking crazy, and we would give Mazie away, or bring her to the pound, but my sense of guilt won't allow me. She chews up Ava's toys and has destroyed most of the chairs in our dining room. Our two cats are not that much trouble, but there are days when I do not want to scoop cat shit and piss. Dear hubby feels he has the right to be cruel to me, and he has already said that if I do not want to go to Houston, he is taking the baby. And I can go and live "with my mama." He treats me just like my dad treated and somethimes still treats my mom, like a dog or a slave. Never an equal. Is it that he just doesn't care about me or is he just inherently fucking mean? Now he is starting to try to dictate when I can do things, like going to see my sick aunt in the nursing home. If it is inconvenient for him, he will no do it, nor does he want me to break in on his schedule. After all, he works 40 hours a week. No one else does, just him. If he says it one more time, I will puke. Crying does no good. Neither does screaming. I love him, but there are times I do not like him at all. And I don't think he feels much of anything for me at all. What did I do wrong?

The times, they are a-changin'

Well, my grandpa who is 88 is being taken to the ER because he is having strokes. My mom and brother visited him and he wasn't lucid. His blood pressure was up to 200 (top number). My dad is going to have a spinal fusion operation with steel rods and pins this month, and the recovery will be 6-8 months. We are putting the house up for sale very soon and probably moving to Houston in a month or so. All I can do to cope with all this is eat, eat and eat. Oh, and sleep, can't forget that. My God, I hope all will go well. It's scary for your whole life to be turned inside-out.