yeah, that’s julianne moore as ariel.
and phelps as some anonymous merman.
as corny as it may seem to some, i get *so excited* about the olympics.
yes, there was a point in my life where i was too busy or too cool for organized sports, but sport has always been a part of my life— i’ve always been a runner, i’ve always been a hockey player, i’ve always been a swimmer, and i was practically swaddled in the pages of Tennis magazine.
In my life, I have traveled, my siblings have traveled, my parents, god knows, have traveled. We have run and swim and swung and kicked and rowed our paths across middle eastern desert dunes and through southeast asian rainforest and around quiet stony karches. Two of us have exercised marksmanship in our travels (sadly). All of us have had friends who have done these things SO WELL that they have made it into the Games, some year or another, either as athletes, coaches or trainers (haha and in this year’s case, as a french horn tooter…).
so yes. i get so excited. the childish part of me believes they play fair— oh, marion, you crushed me! but if i can believe they play fair… I get goosebumps watching dana torres, i want to high-five heather pretty much all the time, i am pulling for deena kastor to get the medals she seeks (she won’t) and i am pushing vibrations out from my heart to hers that say “eat those words, girl! you are not competitive because of men. you are competitive because of the competitive women around you. look where you fucking ARE”. lionesses!
Summer Games, I have loved you since before I could even walk. Beijing, China, i have such mixed feelings about… but the Games! The Games!
I don’t have TV this weekend, so I’m watching largely online and in bars. Brooklyn, where are you watching?
Check out the shirt on the right.
That thar is a real PIRATE SHIRT.
It has flapping flags over the nippes that obscure on the left boob a pirate map and on the right boob, a skull & crossbones. What is harder to see is the three velcro circles, one at the top of his sternum, and two flanking his belly button.
“A****,” I asked, “What are the velcro circles for?”
He looked down and replied, “Oh, those are for the pirates that stick there. My mom wouldn’t let me wear them to school.”
HE HAS VELCRO PIRATES. THAT HE CAN WEAR ON HIS SHIRT AND PLAY WITH WHENEVER HE LIKES (except when he’s at school. thanks a lot, mom).
why aren’t adult clothes any fun.
hahaha shaina discovered MS PAINT.
she sent this to me through her mother earlier today— it is amazing b/c it looks *exactly* like the work she was making at the end of the year. she has translated her pincer grip to a mouse grip. maria montessori just rolled twice in her grave.