I’ve been moving outside to work, mostly out of neccesity but also because it’s nice here in Los Angeles. Here are some behind the scenes of some upcoming pieces.
I use power tools. A lot. I think, if you can swing it, they are a huge asset to any mixed media studio.
Today we talked about coyotes, rattlesnakes and wolves on our hike in Griffith Park.
I went into Michael’s to kill time before an appointment…and oh no! I can never get out of there with out spending $$$
You hear people say it, or read it on bumper stickers. I can’t imagine how anyone would.
I flew into NYC in October 2001 from Korea. The plane was almost empty. Immigration was quiet, people were subdued, officers were helpful, even nice. When I made my way out of the subway in Manhattan I automatically looked up, searching for the twin towers that indicated my orientation for so many years. The sky was clear, I was confused. Then I smelled it. As I made my way across town, the smell was pervasive, melting metal, or plastic, or what was it exactly… foreign. I walked along the street, plywood construction sites covered with Xerox print outs of missing….missing everyone. At this point, the fate of those in the photos had most likely been determined, but they remained, holding vigil, singular identities representing families who were beyond horrified. Block after block, hundreds and hundreds of photos… it was so shocking, so intense, so beyond explanation.
On September 11, 2001, I was at the airport in San Diego. The towers were struck, I was sent home. I cried in front of my TV as they fell. My (now) husband was on a flight to Hong Kong. I went into the office, cried with co-workers, talked on the phone, cried with friends, talked to neighbors I had never met before, as we all tried to make sense, figure out, what was happening exactly, or what was going to happen next.
The thing I noticed as I traveled over the weeks following 9/11, to Canada, to Korea, and finally to New York, was how gentle everyone was with each other. Everyone. From Airport Security, NYPD officers, taxi drivers, to the woman in the check out line at Dwayne Reade. People were kind. Their eyes were searching, “are you okay?” “am I okay?” “are we going to be okay?”
The horror of that day, and the continued terror and horror of the days that followed, I feel, would be impossible for anyone to forget. Needing to turn on the TV every morning to see if anything else un-imaginable had happened during the night…
However, the feeling , that feeling of, we are all human after all, we are all in this together, let’s help each other, be gentle with each other, give each other some space, some room, for feeling, for processing. When I read those bumper stickers, “never forget” my hope is to “never forget” that compassion, that gentleness, that “hey, we all just went through something really big, it’s okay” feeling we had in those following weeks and months.
And to “never forget” to be kind to each other.
I loved the Electric Koolaid Acid Test when I read it years and years ago. I’m so excited for this movie. Can’t wait to see it.
- LZ Granderson: Less than 20% of the members of Congress are women
- He says women are better suited to finding ways to communicate in tense situations
- After 3 decades of breakthroughs by women, why are so few leading in Washington? he asks
- Granderson: More female leaders would help resolve standoffs such as the debt crisis
Editor’s note: LZ Granderson, who writes a weekly column for CNN.com, has been named Journalist of the Year by the National Lesbian and Gay Journalists Association. He is a senior writer and columnist for ESPN The Magazine and ESPN.com, and a a 2010 nominee and the 2009 winner of the Gay and Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation award for online journalism. Follow him on Twitter: @locs_n_laughs
Grand Rapids, Michigan (CNN) — There have been press conferences and secret meetings.
Golf outings, walk-outings, ball-dropping and finger-pointing.
For every line a Democrat draws in the sand regarding the debt ceiling, a Republican introduces a new line of his own.
Or sometimes for kicks, a constitutional amendment.
Yes, over the past three weeks, we’ve seen just about every act there is to this political theater and, staying true to the time of Shakespeare, it seems every character is played by a man.
Odds are that if there were more women in these discussions, the crisis would have been resolved by now.
Despite representing 51% of the country, women account for just 16.6% of Congress — 17 of the 100 seats in the Senate, 72 of the 435 seats in the House. When President Obama had his “Big 8” meeting to talk debt ceiling a couple of weeks ago, there was only one woman present, Nancy Pelosi.
Now I don’t claim to be a great mathematician, but that just seems off to me.
Between the growing education gap and gap in population, the fact that those numbers have not translated into a bigger voice in how the country is run can only be described as the result of sexism. And it’s likely hindering our governance when you consider what we know about neuroscience.
Women use both sides of their brain more effectively and thus are naturally hardwired to be better communicators, more creative problem solvers and in moments of stress, less likely to walk out of meetings — debt-ceiling variety and others — than men.
Furthermore, testosterone not only prompts a fight-or-flight response to stress, it suppresses oxytocin, the hormone that encourages bonding and positive social behavior.
So while culturally people like to cast women as mentally weak and unable to control their emotions — supposedly making them bad leaders — the science suggests we really don’t know if Eric Cantor and President Obama abruptly left their respective tense budget meetings as a negotiating tactic or if they simply couldn’t control their hormones.
This is not to suggest women are naturally better at governing than men, only that it is difficult to see how the country can continue to believe we benefit from their absence on the Hill.
We’ve always handled our affairs through a patriarchal prism, but today that ideology marginalizes the more educated and largest segment of the population. When you factor in our love for waving our gender-equity finger at other nations, it would seem we’re in dire need of a mirror if we’re truly going to turn things around.
America is 235 years old but only a total of 267 women have served in Congress, including Rebecca Latimer Felton, who was there for one day. Four states — Delaware, Iowa, Mississippi and Vermont — have never even elected a woman to Congress, according to the Center for American Women and Politics.
What does it say about us as an industrialized nation that after three decades of dramatic social, economic and demographic shifts between the genders, there has only been one woman to follow the late Geraldine Ferraro as a major-party national nominee? And I bet if Sen. John McCain could do it all over again, Ferraro would still be the only one.
Of course, we can’t blame the absence of women in budget talks and such entirely on the boys club in Washington, seeing how it’s we the people who elect members of Congress in the first place. And to be sure, voting based solely on gender or simply having more women on the Hill hardly solves our economic problems. Women have egos and are susceptible to pride, peer pressure and pandering just like men.
And as Sarah Palin and Michele Bachmann have proven, they can be just as clueless.
But as the August 2 debt ceiling deadline looms, the real issue doesn’t appear to be Dems vs Repubs; tax hikes vs spending cuts; or adults vs children.
It’s an overall lack of diversity of thought.
Nearly 85% of the people in Congress are men. So if you ever wonder why these debt ceiling negotiations appear to have an inordinate amount of chest-pounding and tree spraying, that number — more than the $14 trillion we owe — seems like the best place to start.
The opinions expressed in this commentary are solely those of LZ Granderson.
One of the many reasons I love Los Angeles: every now and then a friend will invite me to a taping of a show. This time, high school chum, Aladdin Nabulsi invited myself and my handsome man to a taping of Fashion Police. In preparation I watched the Joan Rivers Documentary … really an amazing story. We started the night out at Luna Park on La Cienaga, where I had steak salad and a glass of Sauv Blanc. Deelish.
The show was a hoot! Tony Tripoli and Melissa Rivers are great interacting with the audience. Kelly Osborne and Joan Rivers are hilarious. It was lots of fun, not something I do often but a benefit of proximity to hollywood. Giuliana Rancic, and George Kotsiopoulos were funny as well!