Prince was right

Sometimes it snows in April.

Today it snowed flurries. I'm not happy about this.

47 more days.

Canada = Midwest

Duluth Avenue, French style


Montreal is such a lovely, unpretentious city. At least it seemed so when I couldn't understand the language. I really felt like I was in the Midwest. This was Joseph's first trip to Canada.


We found the most amazing Canadian candy store.


Joe and I bought treats for ourselves and treats for the family, who watched Nukah while we were away.


The best part was the reunion. Jen's leaving Canada after she graduates and I don't know when I'll get to see her again.

My muscled protector

The weirdest child at school is in the second grade. She frightens me, but I'm drawn to her because in a way, she seems to behave without the confines of societal pressure. Today she threw this action figure at me and told me that he's my boyfriend. I've been carrying him around as a quick fix for my loneliness. It's nice to have a protective muscle man by my side when Joe and Nukah are unavailable.

Teaching is a performance. A few of my students were talking about my personality and agreed that I seem like a happy (though not a simple) person. Perceptions can be so isolating (or do I mean alienating?), but it would be unhelpful for my students to know what I'm feeling most of the time. I'd like to be backstage for a while, hiding in the folds of the red velvet curtain.

I can't wait until Friday when Joseph and I run away to Montreal to visit Jen.

Ode to Joy

Even though I write on my blog a lot less frequently lately, I have no intention of closing shop. Yesterday afternoon, my blog was not available online and I felt what it would be like to lose my little corner of the world. I went through some steps on the blogger website and miraculously, my blog reappeared. I want this online space; I've grown accustomed to checking in, even if I'm only writing highly censored and carefully worded updates.

Last night, Joe and I attended a youth production of Henry V because some of my students were in it. The play was excruciatingly acted and as I sat there cringing, once again I began to think about how out of context I feel in this small, retirement community, where hippies come to burn out, die, and pretend to not live in suburbia. There isn't a happy ending to this anecdote.

Today was a little better. Joseph, Nukah, and I ended up taking a very long walk on a nature trail. We didn't think the trail would be long or lead us anywhere, but we estimated that we went about three miles. Joe and I weren't certain if the trail would be a circle and while neither of us are skilled navigators, somehow we ended up finding our way back to our car.

After our big hike, we went out for BBQ, which has put Joseph in the bathroom with a possible case of food poisoning.

Fifty-seven days left in the school year, including weekends and vacation days.

A very literary birthday

My birthday was wonderful, packed from beginning to end. I worked for the first half of the day, which meant celebrating with my students. Nukah and Joe came to my creative writing class and the group sat outside eating macarons from Madeleine Patisserie and drinking Dr. Brown's Cream Soda and Black Cherry. Joseph also brought me mylar horse and whale balloons. Shortly after he gave them to me, I accidentally let go of the whale and we watched it fly high above school. Hopefully, this has some sort of symbolic meaning. Right after class, Joe and I drove down to the city. We took Nukah to his favorite dog park in the West Village to play before we dropped him off at daycare. I ate oysters for the first time at the Mermaid Oyster Bar. The appetizers were so delicious that we decided to come back later for dinner. After oysters, we hurried across town to see and listen to Deborah Eisenberg read at 192 Books. She read parts of "A Cautionary Tale." I don't have the time right now to talk about this in detail, but her reading was amazing. She signed my book, "For Gili, for the happiest birthday yet." I told her that it most certainly was. After the reading, Joe and I walked back to the Mermaid Oyster Bar for more seafood and conversation. Our waiter told us that he felt like he was in Groundhog Day. When we had been there for appetizers, the waiter had lit a candle and put it in my espresso cup of chocolate pudding. I had forgotten to make a wish, so he agreed to light another candle after we finished dinner. The second time I made a really good wish. After dinner, we picked up Nukah and drove back upstate where we collapsed into a very sound sleep.

It's time for me to get out of bed and start my second day as a thirty-one year old. Thank you, everyone for making my birthday special. I feel so loved.

Three-ish years, on beauty

Joseph sent flowers to me for our three-ish year anniversary. The best surprise is that he's coming up to be with me this evening.

Three years ago, we went out on our first date. Joe picked me up from work. I handed him a piece of chocolate cake that someone had made for my birthday. He didn't ask about why I gave him cake; he just started wolfing it down. We went to Cafe Habana in Soho where I nervously grilled him about his life story. I only knew fragments from our mutual friend. Then Joe and I had drinks at La Palapa and went to IFC to see a screening of Killer of Sheep. I remember that Joe described the movie as beautiful and I liked that he was so comfortable using that word.

I love you, Joseph. You help me see beauty.
You are beautiful.

hodgepodge

I'm mourning the end of my glorious break, filled with big city adventures, familiar faces, art museums, cinema saturation, and puppy excursions. Summer, hurry up!

I promised Riva that I wouldn't dress Nukah in ridiculous outfits. Joe and I decided that this sweater, which was on sale at a dog store in the city, did not count as "ridiculous." Maybe Riva disagrees? This evening I put Nukah in the sweater for a fashion shoot and he peed all over my bed while he was wearing it. I guess he thinks it's ridiculous, too.

At times, Joseph can be a bit forgetful. For once, this is working in my favor because he left his wallet upstate this morning and traveled back to the city without it. This means I get to see him again tonight.

While visiting the Biennial at Whitney, I developed a new career idea. I'd like to write curriculum for an independent study project for high school seniors, an alternative to attending school. This would be a program specific to New York, where students met with a leader/mentor/teacher each day at museums, galleries, art studios, and visited with artists, curators, and museum educators. The students would learn math, science, and English through an artistic lens and the academics would be specific to which exhibitions and artists were available. Each parent and student would receive a big binder of lesson plans and homework assignments, so that they could follow along at home. I envision that this program would be like a magnet school, where students apply and based on their ability to be self-motivated, driven by learning, and passionate about the arts, they would be accepted. This project would take an enormous amount of financial backing and time to launch, but I imagine that I could really be invested in working on this.

Another reason why I love Cher

The BBC Reports:

Cher's son Chaz Bono has asked a judge in Los Angeles to formally change his name and gender following the sex change surgery he had last year.

The 41-year-old, who was born Chastity Sun Bono, now wants to be known as Chaz Salvatore, according to a petition filed earlier this week.

He revealed last June he had undergone the surgery calling it "the best decision I've ever made".

At the time, Cher promised to support her child on his "difficult journey".

"Although I may not understand, I will strive to be understanding," said the singer, who had Chastity with her first husband, the late Sonny Bono, in 1969.

Chaz Bono is a gay rights campaigner.