Archive for the ‘Reflections’ Category

So, the Rachel Dolezal situation has me thinking unusually pithy thoughts lately. I’m not saying I agree with her or what she has done, or that I agree with her detractors, but you have to admit it’s an interesting story.

In this day and age, in this culture and society, people are becoming more sensitive to the nuances of self. “You can be whatever you want to be,” they say. “Just be yourself.”

Just a few years ago, identifying with a “fringe” group, such as being homosexual, meant that you were sick — mentally ill. Something was wrong with you that could be fixed. All you needed was some professional help and you’d be back on the straight and narrow (no pun intended).

Now we have male celebrities finally telling the world they have always identified themselves as female, like Caitlin Jenner, and who are now finally able to be their “true” selves. There are females who have identified as male, and who are successful and widely accepted in their male identities, like Chaz Bono.

Though everyone is up in arms about it, is Rachel Dolezal’s case really all that different?

Her reasons for identifying as black — that’s another discussion entirely. I don’t know if she’s seeking some benefit from her identity, either financial or psychological. I can’t speak to that.

I just see so many people — including her white parents — calling on her to “get the help she so desperately needs.” If she’s been lying for some gain, sure, but I think we need to look long and hard and ask the deeper questions:

Is race still about who your parents are?

If you can change your physical body to better “fit into” your identity as transgendered, how is changing your appearance to suit your personal racial identity any different?

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…No, I didn’t fall in love. I changed my Twitter handle!

After being @g33kg0dd3ss since I joined Twitter in August 2008 (6.5 years ago!!), it’s going to take some time to get used to being @PartPurple. I keep seeing replies and thinking for a second, “Who are they talking to? Oh, right…”

That’s the only con I can think of, really. The pros will far outweigh it:

  • Easier to type — No more keyboard safari!
  • Easier to spell — No more wondering if you l33t-ed the right letter!
  • Easier to remember — Anyone who knows anything about me knows everything I own must be purple!

I think it also sums me up in a nice, general way. I’m not just a geek, a pagan, a gamer, a crafter, a cook, a dog-mom, a smartass, a designer, a coder, or a Barq’s addict.

I’m all of those things — and every one of those things that make me me has a little bit that’s part purple. 😉

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Back in March, I was thrilled to have a chance to help other members of the EverQuest 2 community build playgrounds and decorate a huge guild hall for Ribbitribbitt, a terminally ill 6-year-old boy. It was an incredible thing to see and be a part of, and it was wonderful of his parents to allow us to share in and brighten his life for even a few minutes.

I learned this morning that Ribbit passed away Sunday night. I’m heartbroken, and I can’t imagine how his parents are feeling. Please join me in sending love and prayers to his family. Ribbit, I hope you have that island in the sky for real now!

Click on the image to view the screenshots I took of Ribbit’s decorating extravaganza on Guk back on March 10.

Ribbitribbitt's Mannequin

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I’ve been thinking a lot about my parents lately. They had me when they were middle-aged, and they’re now in their mid-60s. I know they won’t be around forever, and that thought creeps into my brain more and more often as the months go by. I find myself wanting to preserve whatever stories they had to tell, and even though it seems like I heard them all a million times as a kid, I can hardly remember many of them now.

Mom isn’t very technically-minded, although she has the hang of Solitaire, email, and Facebook (much to my chagrin! LOL). Dad, however, has always been pretty geeky and open to — even excited about — new technologies, so I realized today that I should ask him to start a blog. He wouldn’t necessarily write about current events…I’m more interested in him putting down in his own words the stories of his life, and transcribing those seemingly random vignettes of memory that we all have from time to time when our brain isn’t focused on anything in particular.

I suppose it would be a good habit to get into myself, actually; when my mind wanders, I recall the damnedest things — moments that, for one reason or another, are indelibly pressed into my brain.

For instance, the other day I was walking Lola in the bright sunshine, and I thought about getting sunburned. Then I remembered this time when I was a kid, maybe 8 or 9 years old…

It was a hot Southern summer, and I was out of school. I took this picnic-blanket-thing that was soft on one side and plastic on the other, and I laid it out on the grass in the backyard. It was so bright out that I folded up one corner and laid it over my face as I lay there looking at the clouds. Then, stupid me, I got so relaxed I fell asleep. I couldn’t have been out for that long, since Mom hadn’t come looking for me yet, but it was long enough. I looked like a boiled lobster, and just on one side! In the days after came the blistering and peeling — oh, the joys of being a fair-skinned redhead. That lesson was learned, needless to say!

Of course, as a kid, I was always upset that I didn’t tan like the rest of my friends, so I tried whatever I could. My childhood felt like one failed tanning experiment after another, even including self-tanning lotion. I was probably in high school before I finally gave up and resigned myself to the fact that all I’d ever get were freckles or blisters. Typically, now, I love my skin. 🙂

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I am so very sad to let you all know that Isis left us sometime early this morning. As you probably remember, she has been suffering with ovarian cysts (and the resulting digestive issues) for the last 3 years or so. Over the past few months, she also developed some tumors, which I believe are what finally overcame her. She would have been 6 years old this December.

She was a shining example of guinea pig-dom. She was the original Guinea Goddess. While it breaks our hearts to finally have to say goodbye to her, we know that she’s no longer in pain or distress. I always used to call her my “angel pig,” and now she finally is one.

She grew to be a stubborn, moody thing as the years went by, and I think she overcame her various health issues by sheer will alone: it was her way or the highway! I used to joke that the Rainbow Bridge didn’t want her, and Hell was afraid she’d take over. Through all her bossiness, cage-chewing, and demands for MORE FOOD!!, she always loved to cuddle with me and was as content as could be in my arms. She loved to give kisses, stretching out her nose to touch someone as soon as she was close enough.

I’m going to miss her very, very much. The sun is a little dimmer now that she’s gone.

We gave Mimi and Mona a chance to say goodbye. Mona wasn’t quite sure what to do, but Mimi laid down next to Isis and tried to wake her up. It was heartbreaking, but I’m glad that she passed at home and they were able to see her one last time.

I’m not sure when I’ll stop crying — probably not for a long while yet. It grieves me to let her go, but it’s my firm belief that she’s found herself a big carrot patch somewhere over the Rainbow Bridge and is furiously chomping away at them.

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