Good bye, cold winter!

February 27, 2009

Here is my latest newsletter. Back in New York and my cat is fine

Happy end of February! And thank you for all your wonderful emails. 

Thank God I am back in New York,  I didn’t like Chicago snow one little bit. It was kind of christmasy but…

Here is something I was moved by this morning  - a blog post by Derek Sivers(original founder of CD Baby):  http://sivers.org/in2power

Hope you like. 

More of my life is in my blog as usual. There is a picture of an ad that says “Walk to prevent suicide” (like it helps) and a story of a sex blogger in Moscow who was fired from her upscale lawyer job. 

 

Hugs.


I didn’t know it helped!

February 26, 2009

Walk to prevent suicide


Chi-chi-chi-cago!

February 22, 2009

In the meanwhile, I am gradually settling down in Chicago. On my first day off the flu, I went to the store and got two bottles of wine – fancy post-Soviet ones. So tonight’s a party.
The friend I am staying with lives a couple of blocks from my last Chicago flat, and a couple of blocks from the house where I used to live with my ex. No memories whatsoever.

I miss my huge cat-infested (okay, only one cat, but it’s an infestation) apartment in the Bronx. I want to brush my teeth in my bathroom and tuck the curtains in my bedroom.


Post Scriptum

February 21, 2009

I realized I am not married to my blog posts. The one I wrote before about racism, evoked a strange reaction. All I was saying, is that racism the other way is still racism.

I happen to be a Libra, that’s all. Fairness is my oxygen, and imbalances of any kind torment my soul.

When I saw responses along the lines of “no white girl should lay with a n….”, I felt both puzzled and guilty.

First I pinched myself. When I saw that the angry neanderthal comments were not going to just disappear, I felt like doing something, but what? Do I say that it’s stupid? Ignorant? Absurd? Do I state the obvious? Do I go on a preaching spell arguing with myself?

Lots of things imperfect. So never mind. I guess, we’ll deal with stupidity on a case by case basis.


Deidre Dare

February 21, 2009

Found an amazing woman. My heart jumps with joy at her story. Good for her! I skipped a couple of links in my thought process but you get the idea.


Next to no news and musician links

February 20, 2009

Here is the newsletter I sent out just now.


Yes.

I am still in Chicago, there is snow as far as I can see, trippy. 

I wanna tell you about a video that my  friend Ariel shared with me. This video felt like a drop of sanity in the world of balloons to me, hope you like it. 

Also I found a good resource for musicians (well, I really loved the philosophy behind it, and the people). They call it E.I.Y. May be you’ll like it. 

Me, I am doing taxes. Talk about a customized purgatory for musicians. I am not loving it but since I can’t do anything I am not exited about, I am staying excited. What the hell.

And of course, I keep blogging. I wrote a post about racism, because people are hypocritical, political and have no sense of humor (the other, other people – not the smart ones like you and I), but my post probably sucked just as much as anything else on the subject. I don’t take myself too seriously either. 

For more discussion about that and other brain by-products, go to my FB, that’s my parlor nowadays. lol


Racism: a rant of a white woman

February 18, 2009

Okay, I didn’t really want to talk about it. But here. Everybody is talking about race. The double standard of the ongoing media conversation pisses me off and I just can’t keep my mouth shut anymore.

So me. So far, I’ve been called names, looked down upon, humiliated (and on several occasions physically abused) for:

1) being Jewish (which I am not btw)
2) not being Jewish
3) being white (vs. Asian – talk about being kicked in the stomach and crawling in the dirt on your four while all uhm Asians laugh like children looking at it – that’s not a metaphor but a “true story”. Except I never thought about it from the racial point of view, that would be foolish)
4) being white (vs. black – that’s when I was “fresh off the boat” and didn’t know better than to go for a walk in the projects)
5) being a first generation American immigrant (vs. – oh my God – third generation “Real American”)
6) being Russian & female (a sure sign of being a mail order bride – NOT TRUSTWORTHY)

Also, my great grandparents were slaves. And I’ve been in jail in America on false allegations. My dad, mind you, almost broke my back when I was a kid. Thank God I did not see much of him. No, I didn’t grow up in slums. But I am quite a bouquet. And, for the reference, I’ve dated people of all “major” races, and my best friends are an ethnical bunch, too. So I am somewhat entitled to feeling self-righteous, eh?

Now gimme a break. At this point of time, it’s not about the color anyway, it’s about the social status and the money. I’ve been to R Kelly’s parties – everybody kisses his ass very nicely, blacks, whites, and whoevvvr.

One thing that has always interested me (and forgive me, I am a foreigner with a linguistic background and a mad curiosity, so I am absolutely sincerely interested in this). Why is it that if you are black you can use the “n-word”, and if you are white, you can’t, regardless of all other circumstances? It has been bugging me for years now. I would understand if nobody could use it, but no! Black people say it proudly and nobody else is allowed, a twisted taboo, and it’s killing me. I had a (white Jewish musician) boyfriend once who used to call me that word meaning that I was alright, so does it make him racist?

Done. Said what I wanted to say. The good thing about it, reincarnation makes it all kind of a moot point.

UPD. Something just came to mind. I once challenged a (rather evil and obnoxious, trust me) individual who was torturing and bullying a friend of mine.  Somehow he had powers over her, that were not powers of love, but powers of war, rather –  and she was borderline unrecoverable. When I gave him some of his warfare back, the first phrase out of his mouth was: “Oh, yeah?! Is it the fact that I am black and gay that you have a problem with?!!” I was speechless. The only problem that I had with him was that he was intergalactically obnoxious and felt 100% entitled to it. He could have been purple and dating transgender horses for all I cared.


Chicago.

February 18, 2009

Chicago is that kind of town. You come here for a couple of days and you stay for…

Last time it ended up being eight years, all against my better judgement, this time it is treating me nice but I am home sick. I hope to be back by Monday, in time for spring in New York.


Why I need love (and a loving street team, too)

February 15, 2009

Well, for one, nobody owes me love. It’s a voluntary thing. But I do need it.

Why?

Because I am built in such a way that bullshit physically hurts. Not as much the bullshit coming from other people, but mostly the abstract bullshit that comes from the environment and forces me to process it.
The bullshit of cynicism, the bullshit of guilt, the bullshit of failure. And the worst kind – the bullshit of the mediocre:

But back to love. Read the rest of this entry »


Newsletter: Happy V-Day and don’t eat all the chocolate

February 14, 2009

I wanna wish you a very happy V-Day. That’s it, really. 

You don’t have to read further. 

 

I do have quick brag points that I am going to list, primarily for the purpose of following the format of a band letter. 
 
1) My brand has been featured on Warren Ellis (who I love – just for the record. Somehow people I love are nice to me). Read the rest of this entry »