Little Ms. Polymath

aka the know-it-all

some kind of good-bye. January 28, 2010

Filed under: celebrate,life — mspolymath @ 2:03 pm

J.D. Salinger died yesterday at age 91. I wrote this post about The Catcher in the Rye last summer.

Definitely not a phony.

 

twirl #1. January 27, 2010

Filed under: celebrate,life — mspolymath @ 4:43 pm

Gala Darling has her Things I Love Thursday (TiLT), so I decided to do my spin on it…This Week I Really Love…or twirl. Here’s the inaugural edition. Enjoy! 

Transference.

So this week I really love…the new Spoon album. Yes, I still call them albums. And records. I’m sold. Anyway, this new release is so good. It’s snappy and driven and fresh and alive.

Spoon is one of those rare bands who have traveled with me from college to now and held sway over me with every release – I don’t always fall back on the discs of my youth. Instead, their songs mark my time in unique ways. And they give a shout out to Lawrence in their latest liner notes. I like that.

 

birthday boy. January 26, 2010

Filed under: celebrate — mspolymath @ 7:50 am

Happy Birthday to my favorite man in the world.

 

get ready, get set…now lounge. January 25, 2010

Filed under: life,unemployment diary — mspolymath @ 10:15 am

While Friday was my official last day of employment, both the WI Department of Workforce Development and I consider today my first official day of unemployment. And what a barn burner it is! I awoke at 6:00 a.m., then again at 7:00 a.m., and finally got up around 8:00 a.m. After some pretty strenuous online banking, I did some stretches and showered. Now I’m pondering what to make for breakfast. Later today I have a lunch date with a friend and later still a dinner date with friends. It’s a pretty rough life.

After I turned in my laptop and badge last Friday I went to Trader Joe’s to stock up. I took a cue from my friend Annette and bought a couple of bouquets of flowers to add some cheer and color to the apartment. The orange roses are so vibrant and so fairy-tale like they bring a huge smile to my face every time I see them. I even cut a few and put them in the bedroom. Tres romantic, no?

I don't think this photo does the flowers justice, but I'm no Ansel Adams, so what were you expecting?

Today’s biggest quandary involves the best way to run errands. I need to go to the bank and the post office, and this morning I realized there’s both a post office and a bank branch within walking distance of my home (and each other). But I don’t wanna walk! Of course I’ve had the internal debate about living downtown and all the reasons I need to soak up urban life and walking-distance-conveniences, not to mention it’s actually nice enough outside to go outside….my poor apple cart is just so upset. Because my inherent laziness took charge once I got the “you’re getting laid off” letter from my former employer.

So yeah, that’s my struggle today. It’s no crisis in Haiti, but it’s enough for now. Tomorrow is Jason’s birthday and after that I can start dealing with the real world. Until then I’ll just look at my flowers and pretend my biggest problem is the logistics of running errands on foot. It’s a nice world.

 

last day. January 22, 2010

Filed under: celebrate,life — mspolymath @ 8:53 am

I stole this image directly from Gala Darling (sorry!) because it couldn't be more timely. Less than 30 minutes and I am free, free, FREE!!!!

 

stubble. January 21, 2010

Filed under: drama mama,life,opportunity to be punny — mspolymath @ 9:05 am

There’s been a lot of hubbub about Mo’Nique lately. People are blown away by her gritty performance as the abusive, pretty-much-evil mother in Precious. Then people were aghast because she wasn’t interested in trolling the press junkets and awards show circuit, pandering for praise. Sunday night Mo’Nique won the Best Supporting Actress Golden Globe for her work in Precious, and she started a new controversy. Are you ready for this? Mo’Nique doesn’t shave her legs.

The legs in question.

In an interview with Barbara Walters in 2006, Mo’Nique said, “I must show America what a real leg looks like . . . because it’s too much in the morning, every morning, to shave, to cut, you got Band-aids baby,” she said. “I really think hair on a woman’s legs is a black woman’s thing.”

Still, after she showed off her gams on the red carpet, people were aghast. Why is it that hairy legs are some sort of symbol of women’s hygiene? Why are we so attached to the smooth skin we had before puberty?

My personal experience with shaving my legs is bumpy. (Sorry.) I don’t have a lot of leg hair, it grows slowly, and it’s patchy. There are huge stretches on my legs where no hair grows at all. Some of the hair is white blonde, some of it is light brown, and inexplicably, some is inky black. My leg hair is as diverse as any UN committee, and probably accomplishes just as much. Still, I feel pretty gross when I go too long without shaving. Maybe if it were consistent in color or texture it wouldn’t feel so odd. Or maybe if I hadn’t grown up with the refrain of “who wears short shorts?” (ahem, certainly not moi) ringing in my ears, I wouldn’t feel it necessary to keep my legs shorn even though very few people ever see them.

So what is it about shaving our legs? Why do we do it? And to the women reading this, do you wince when you see a woman with hairy legs? Do you think she’s dirty or unkept or a radical feminist? Is it a political statement or a sign of laziness? Men, do you just prefer a smooth leg because it’s different from your own? Are we keeping a multi-million dollar industry in business due to some misplaced belief that we’re not attractive unless our legs are bare? Just curious.

 

work. January 20, 2010

Filed under: life — mspolymath @ 11:40 am

First off, I hate the stigma of being laid off. People look at you with a sad face, all concerned. Let me just make this clear: I HATE MY JOB. I am not unhappy about losing it. It only takes one hand to count the people at my present workplace whom I will miss. Also, I am not destitute. Sure, I’m a crappy saver and not the best with money, but I do have a nest egg. And unemployment. There’s also a COBRA supplement which will make my health insurance only slightly more expensive than what I pay now. So while the situation isn’t the greatest, it’s also not the worst. As of Friday morning I am liberated from a corporate cage and be free…at least until my next job starts.

So that’s the second thing. I’m  one of two finalists for a new position. The only job I’ve applied for since learning I was losing my current gig. I have mixed feelings about this opportunity. It offers great pay and benefits, security and stability, and I think the work would be challenging and engaging. BUT! It’s another corporate job. I’d be moving from a green apple to a red apple. And I have reservations about symbolic apples now.

Moving to another position right away means I can’t succumb to my inherent lazy nature. I want to take some time and clean out my closet (something that can only be done on weekdays that aren’t vacation days or holidays, fyi), see a few movies, lounge around in my pjs, maybe not shower for a day or two. I want to eat ice cream for lunch and watch bad TV while Jason is at work. After a week or two of indulgence, I want to give my ideas wings, develop endeavors with my partner, and see what blooms.

I like to imagine I'll spend my free time smelling roses and decorating with them. I have a very good imagination. I think we all know I'll be napping.

I know the right thing to do. It’s to snag a good, solid job as quickly as possible AND build up a new endeavor AND clean out my closet on a Saturday. And that’s probably what I will do. But I won’t stop daydreaming about early retirement or Golden Girls marathons. So I’m resigned to accept whatever happens and go with the flow. I can’t wait to make a new plan, set a new schedule, and work out some lengthy new lists. Job or no job, I know I will be great in 2010.

Yesterday's Cake Wreck is a total prophecy.