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2009, Here We Come Print E-mail
Wednesday, 31 December 2008

My friend (and business partner), Philip Raymond Boltz is getting married tonight and amidst all the after holiday haze I haven't been motivated to do anything but what I absolutely HAVE to do in order to survive. October-December really took it out of me. Among the other daunting tasks I have ahead of me (read: taking shower, shaving legs, moving about) I have to find something to wear to this shindig.  People generally appreciate it when you don't attend their wedding in bright blue sweatpants, I guess.   Oh, and I haven't told you about this yet, Internet, but Team Soell, -cats, is going to California for a month and we're leaving on Sunday. And we're driving. With Gus. 

 While I am super excited about this development, this means there is a lot of planning ahead and packing and cleaning to be done (so our house sitting friends are not forced to live with a month's accumulation of dishes and Christmas shrapnel up to their ears).  And yet there are still parties to attend and visitors to welcome and one small dinner party of our own to host...all those things that come with the holiday territory. Just thinking about it makes me want to reach for a pillow.

Getting back to the very important topic of my outfit...I don't know why, but I always feel a little bit of extra pressure to dress up to ring in the new year. Like somehow, what I am wearing will set the tone for the year. The ante is sufficiently up'd when there is a wedding involved.  The problem lies in the fact that most of my winter clothes still haven't come down from the attic and thus smell of cedar and moth balls. We don't even HAVE moth balls and they still reak. Must be the 100 years of other people living here who had moth balls. The rest of my clothes are either dirty or in an unsalvagable heap on my closet floor. So, I will show you what I came up with last night.  

What you're looking at here is a not-at-all-appropriate-for-the-weather dress, the only pair of tights I have in my house at this moment, and a very dirty bathroom floor. I will feel a little ridiculous in those tights, but baby, it's cold outside so bring on the ridiculous.  I guess I'll just have to drink a lot of wine to stay warm :).  

 I hope you all have a happy (and safe!) new years eve surrounded by people that you love.  This is me signing out for the year.  Goodbye, 2008.  You were a tough year, but I think I liked you.  

 

 
Happy Holidays! Print E-mail
Tuesday, 30 December 2008

Every year I plan to get a jump start on the holidays.  Be crafty! Make my gifts! Decorate my house like Martha Stewart! NOT spend 4 days straight in my sweatpants chained to my computer!  But alas, year after year I am only met with a relative amount of success (relative success = accomplishing ONE of those things).  This year, I was met with complete failure.  To that end I am just getting my digital Holiday card put together, but late is better than never, right?   Andy, Gus, the kitties, and I would like to wish you all a very happy holiday season.  I know we're too late for Christmas, but hey! At least I'm in time for New Years :).  

 

 

Disclaimer: No animals were harmed in the production of this holiday card.  However, a couple of humans found themselves really, really frustrated and a little scratched up.

 

 
Practice Print E-mail
Monday, 10 November 2008

 

I'm pretty sure Gus will be discussing this with his therapist the next time they meet.   

 
Confessions of a Damn Liberal Print E-mail
Monday, 03 November 2008

Last Saturday evening Andy and I took a walk through the Short North looking for gifts for our respective sisters-in-law and checking out a very cool vintage/antique store I’ve had my eye on for a while. As we walked in silence holding hands and taking in the local color, Andy suddenly turned to me and said, “So what do you think of this whole financial crisis business?” We’ve had discussions about bail out on a few different occasions but being a Democrat married to a pretty hard-core Libertarian, our political discussions generally go the way of the downward spiral pretty quickly. The questions that revolve around government involvement generally hit bottom first. It’s really ugly. Usually ends in mild bloodshed. Being someone who has a strong opinion about virtually everything, my answer surprised even me. “You know, I think I’m just pretending like it’s not happening.” I’ve been trying my best to stay informed despite the fact that economics in general makes my brain start to fold in on itself. Money games have never been my thing. I’m happy if I have twenty bucks in pocket and my bank account is missing that pesky minus sign in front of the balance. But I think the real source of my flight response is rooted in my greater political frustration. I think I have hit politico overload.

I grew up in a decidedly Red community. “Vote the Bible” bumper stickers adorned every other car and it was not at all uncommon for the American flag to be employed in a church worship service to accompany a nice round of “The Battle Hymn of the Republic.” I’m pretty sure if my mother were asked to draw a picture of what she thought Jesus looked like, he would be wearing a badge adorned with a giant red elephant. So imagine my parents’ surprise when I grew up to be what my Dad describes as “More liberal than Kennedy.”

For those of you who are not aware exactly where Kennedy falls on the liberal continuum, in the mind of Rex Newbanks, the answer is TOO DAMN LIBERAL. Who knows why I turned out the way I did. But here I am, a registered Democrat (or as an email I received earlier this month termed us: The Party of Baby-Killers), believing in evolution, supporting gay marriage, with nary a trace of the ten commandments on display in my home.

Do I think we all came from monkeys? Not necessarily. Do I think that homosexuality was God’s original intent for human sexuality? I doubt it. Do I hate babies and all that they stand for? No (I rather like babies, actually). Is this post about my particular political beliefs? No. But over the course of the last eight years my growing disillusionment with the Bush administration has pushed to the surface a tension that was always there but I was previously too afraid to deal with. “Voting the Bible” has broadened in definition for me to include issues beyond gay marriage, abortion, and the inscription of the Ten Commandments in courthouses. That is not to say that those issues are not important, they are, but for the longest time it felt like voting for a member of the Republican Party was THE ONLY choice because of those issues and now I feel differently. Make sense? For the longest time differing in political opinion from the mainstream Evangelical church equaled BAD CHRISTIAN in my mind. I think that internal accusation was way harder to deal with than the disapproving emails and the parental scoldings I received along the way. I have a different opinion now, however, and over the last eight years I have felt my conviction deepening as the GOP has brought to us delightful little gifts like the PATRIOT Act, illegal wiretaps, sanctioned torture, the death of habeas corpus and the disaster of a war in Iraq to name only a few of my personal points of contention. I take responsibility for my part of electing George Bush (the first time...my opinion had changed by 2004). I feel like I was guilty of overly simplifying my politics and voting for him because it was "the Christian thing to do" rather than what I felt to be right in the broader sense.

Recently, one of my very favorite podcasts, Speaking of Faith, did a two-part series called “The Faith Life of the Party” highlighting representatives from both the left and the right discussing the ways faith affects political affiliation. I very much enjoyed the series and took comfort in the knowledge that there are legitimate differing opinions about how faith can play out in the political arena. It’s good to know that there is a reason to believe that the jump from scriptural mandates to legislation is not as easily ascertained as I once thought. I believe the behavior of the leaders of the Christian Right this election season has only served to further my conviction to abandon my former post. Blatant fearmongering such as Dobson's "Letter from 2012 in Obama's America" is an illustration of what I believe to be shameful, desperate, and negative leadership in a time that calls for the hope of Christ to be illuminated.

I now believe that living the Gospel ethic requires both vision as well as imagination. This realization is particularly comforting in light of the many possible tangential roads of scriptural interpretation made possible by the ugly broad ditch of separation between the world of Jesus and the world in which we now live. I believe that the Bible calls us to preserve the sanctity of life and I am pro-life, but I also believe that the call to preserve life extends beyond the issue of abortion to the death penalty, the problem of poverty, human trafficking, fair immigration policies and needless warmongering. No candidate or piece of legislation will ever be perfect and I don’t expect it to be. As a follower of Christ I believe that it is my responsibility to continue holding my interpretations of Christ’s life up to scrutiny constantly looking for new revelation on how to communicate his love to the world. That being said, I will be voting for Barack Obama tomorrow not simply because he is a brother in Christ, but also because I feel like his platform, while not perfect, more accurately represents my broader political priorities (Jim Wallis published a great blog post about this HERE, my husband also posted many of our collective thoughts HERE). However, it brings me great peace to remember that whatever way the election plays out tomorrow, that Christ alone is our hope.

Obama '08!

 
Saturday Sessions Print E-mail
Saturday, 18 October 2008
 

This is Foster. He is so sweet and happy and quite possibly the easiest individual I have ever photographed.

 

This is Puppy Van Crazybritches.  His real name escapes me at the moment.  He is perhaps the most difficult individual I have ever photographed.

They're both cute, though.  Aren't they?
 
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