Niki Massey is gone. She was one of the best of us. I don’t know if she ever knew that, or believed us when we told her. I wish I had one last minute with her. I wish I had a minute to tell her how good and brave and brilliant and beautiful she was, and how much better the world was for having her in it.
I wish she could see the outpouring of love on her Facebook wall. I wish she could hear all of the words from the people she’s touched.
She was kind, and fierce, and she never stopped trying no matter how much circumstances made her despair. She was always there for people. She always had the sharpest insight, and the right words, and the biggest heart of us all.
And now she is gone. And the world will never be the same. There’s a great big gaping hole where she should be.
Niki. I love you, and I miss you, and I am ferociously glad I had the privilege of knowing you. I’m so glad we were colleagues. And I know I’m not the only one who will be fighting for the things you wanted to change. If I have to burn down the world to change it for you, I will. You deserve nothing less.
Niki loved VNV Nation. I remember how thrilled I was to find out. We didn’t really get a chance to geek out over them. I don’t know what her favorite song was. But this reminds me of her.
It’s Labor Day in the United States, and I don’t feel like laboring much. The unions fought for my right to be a lazy bum on weekends, damn it. I’ll not dishonor their struggles by putting my nose to the grindstone! Besides, we saw a UFO at Mount Rainier and I want to show you it!
See it? See that greeny glow just over the ridge, there? It’s totally a UFO. Definitely not lens flare. I don’t care what anybody says.
Here it is, coming in for a landing!
I’m sure they come with a message of peace and prosperity for Earth or something. I shoulda listened when the Uranchia enthusiast at our bookstore talked our ears off about it daily for hours. Then I’d know what they’re here for.
BECAUSE IT’S TOTALLY NOT LENS FLARE. LET ME HAVE MY DELUSIONS, OKAY?!
It’s Pride month. This June, we saw one of the most horrific hate crimes ever perpetrated against the LGBTQ community in the United States.
We won’t let hate defeat love.
So let’s make a playlist of Pride songs, indomitable songs; songs that celebrate queerness. Share your favorites from musicians who have come out. Share the songs that helped you navigate an often-hostile hetero world. Share the songs that you have danced to, or loved to, or cried to. Continue reading “Saturday Song: PRIDE”→
Sorry, loves. It’s been a weekend full of job applications and then it got really hot and Misha and I were hanging out down by the creek working on an ACE post that took forever because almost every single fact per sentence was wrong. And then Aunty Flow showed up. Which wouldn’t have been a problem if stress hadn’t caused this to be the most painful tussle with my uterus for several months. Then a dear friend came by to feed me and watch Miss Fisher while I made solid progress on sorting Mount St. Helens photos. We’re now more than halfway there!
So we’ll have our Adventures in Christianist Earth Science Education up tomorrow sometime. And it’s just after 9pm on the west coast of North America, so there’s still time for a Sunday Song, damn it!
For this week’s theme, I’m going old school, as in high school. I think nearly everybody’s got that one song that pretty much sums up a portion of your high school career. It’s one that brings back the memories every time you hear it. For me, that song is Slaughter’s “Up All Night.” I’d go to bed at like three in the morning, drag myself up at seven to get to school, and then repeat. I have no idea how I survived. But I loved my late nights, and on weekends, I’d be up until dawn, just like the song says. Continue reading “Sunday Song: High School Anthem”→
I just got done watching a Gilmore Girls episode where Rory gives Lorelai endless shit over having a Barry Manilow CD hidden under the driver’s seat. And I was transported back to my childhood, when one of my favorite albums (vinyl, even!) was this one Barry Manilow album, This One’s For You. If we’d had parrots instead of parakeets, the things would’ve ended up being able to sing every single song. I nearly wore that record out.
Suzanne has already put in Stormy Monday by The Allman Brothers Band. I think you can see the general shape of things: this week, we’re going to do songs about Monday. It doesn’t have to necessarily have Monday in the title, as long as it has a general Monday vibe to it. Take that theme and run, my darlings! Continue reading “Saturday Song: Mondays”→