tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31026292010-04-28T14:24:14.270-04:00anna kisshow it all happenedanna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.comBlogger298125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-47546429634414072632010-04-28T14:24:00.001-04:002010-04-28T14:24:14.336-04:00This blog has moved This blog is now located at http://annakisstemp.blogspot.com/. You will be automatically redirected in 30 seconds, or you may click here. For feed subscribers, please update your feed subscriptions to http://annakisstemp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default. anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-27323723697669293162010-03-31T18:49:00.002-04:002010-03-31T22:33:32.308-04:00I made something approximating a quilt. It took me 8 years.I originally began it on a whim when I was pregnant with Aleks. I was all, "I'm going to make my baby a quilt!" I decided it was to be a crazy quilt. I can't even sew in a straight line, nor do I have the patience to. I underestimated what a crazy quilt requires. I got an area of about 35 by 33 inches and gave up. Couldn't figure outanna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-75407696399495559652010-03-06T03:12:00.002-05:002010-03-06T03:13:00.711-05:00The only kind of mom who is recognized as valuable as "just" a mom in our society is one with a book deal.anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-11080860886723321542010-02-15T12:44:00.000-05:002010-02-15T14:54:14.837-05:00Crunchy Mama Bragging Rights OR Doing the Green Things I Gotta DoThere is so much talk all over the web, especially on these homeschooling mama blogs that I frequent, about going green this and going green that and trying to be more conscious and more present and whatever else it is. I take an anarchistic approach to all this, with a little stylisitic anarchism thrown in because I'm not entirely anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-4382938040794906302010-02-14T14:42:00.002-05:002010-02-14T14:50:35.209-05:00To counter all that complaining for no good reason, really - or one really good reason - here is the note I wrote to my husband for Valentine's Day.I want to summarize the past twelve Valentine's Days or somehow distill a meaning from all those years together, but to arrive at conclusions seems impossible and somewhat naive. There are no possible ways to adjust or exact some grand narrative that anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-42192724764994261202010-02-13T23:24:00.008-05:002010-02-15T02:40:17.759-05:00I'm currently reading Bright-Sided: How the Relentless Promotion of Positive Thinking Has Undermined America by Barbara Ehrenreich. Like all books that speak to things I already feel, this book is infiltrating my thoughts. Despite my past dabbling in Treasure Mapping, I really have always hated the idea of the secret laws of attraction, and Bright-Sided is the perfect antidote to that. It is anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-83621393259605711022010-02-08T14:33:00.002-05:002010-02-14T14:34:38.330-05:00The Art 365 thing ended up being impossible due to scheduling difficulties. Or, rather, photographing the evidence and displaying it is an unwieldy task for me these days. Maybe one day.anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-8666190395434056772010-01-07T00:38:00.002-05:002010-01-07T00:41:40.529-05:006/365. That's me in the middle in black, rehearsing for a stage play for the first time in more than a decade.anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-52273396388122044152010-01-04T23:34:00.001-05:002010-01-04T23:40:36.457-05:004/365.anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-65520193616841712062010-01-03T21:22:00.001-05:002010-01-03T21:22:57.359-05:003/365.anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-22719812288467630522010-01-02T21:17:00.000-05:002010-01-03T21:22:16.048-05:002/365.With children:anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-55730798688437353812010-01-01T21:14:00.000-05:002010-01-03T21:17:04.743-05:001/365.anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-64605917193785357162009-12-29T23:33:00.002-05:002009-12-30T01:08:35.253-05:00since the end of the year is here, i decided to revisit my treasure map for the year, which i made in march then displayed dutifully on my computer's desktop for months before forgetting about it upon the death of the computer. later, i reinstated it, but my husband replaced it with a day of the dead image and i'm reluctant to argue with him about the matter by usurping his desktop authority. anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-21522821250972803192009-06-01T03:12:00.003-04:002009-06-15T12:29:05.648-04:00I am busy and complainy about it. I want nothing more than to write lists and check them off again. When I think of my life, what I might say about what is going on right now, it is all the to-do-list, as ever, whenever I stop any more to think about it and write it out. Occasionally there is the drama between friends, which I cannot blog or really journal as it is not my own drama, but theirs. anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-74204244317373899432009-05-03T13:52:00.002-04:002009-05-03T15:37:45.708-04:00i have been ill of late, in both body and spirit. my lungs are made of pork, so the joke has been going, their inhalations sporadically ending in coughing fits, like the swine flu that's supposedly everywhere and awful. here, we seem to be handling it well enough, if we aren't exactly well. the hacking has yet to manifest as pneumonia, so i think we'll be all right in the end. plus i've turned a anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-55148742621863247582009-03-30T13:32:00.000-04:002009-03-30T13:33:27.869-04:00What I do when I'm bored.anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-37125322064320060582009-01-08T20:12:00.002-05:002009-01-08T20:50:13.346-05:00I've been cheating on my blog. For more than a year now, I've been keeping another blog. It's mainly about my children and what they're doing as unschoolers, but still. I think I've lost whatever tiny readership I had remaining here by straying, but I have not forgotten you.Now it's the new year and I hope to make some new changes. Things got stale on the whole site when my web editor began anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-77451341972527311352009-01-08T01:16:00.004-05:002009-01-08T02:03:59.672-05:00It's one in the morning and Aleks has just slammed the door at me. Not on me, not in my face. Just at me. He's angry because I told him to go to bed. I was impatient because I am tired. I was folding laundry and he wanted me to find a hanger for his Darth Vader costume so he could hang it up so it would "look cool." I told him I would in a minute, but that he needed to go get in bed with Papa whoanna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-58697986428780209972008-12-10T01:48:00.001-05:002008-12-10T01:56:06.818-05:00anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-57233699799035943232008-12-04T01:11:00.009-05:002008-12-04T01:22:46.035-05:00i don't know what i am doing. i don't have any clue as to how to be a parent. i get these ideas now and then that feel right, or sound good, or something, but then i'm sitting here, lounging on the internet for hours on end, allowing the children to run amok by themselves, exploring and creating and otherwise trashing the house, but is that just laziness? should i be more involved? is that what anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-29743596274602743092008-07-21T11:14:00.002-04:002008-07-21T13:26:52.448-04:00i have committed myself to the tasks of too many things, too many contrived methods of creativity and community, too many modes of transforming the self by false self-help dictates, that masturbatory domain of moneyed guilt, too many expectations weighing me down. in my quest to do what i want, to become who i am, i have lost sight of the simple, the pleasurable. all is the uphill battle, the anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-6220560351472637072008-06-04T11:28:00.002-04:002008-06-04T11:40:37.589-04:00there has been no excuse for me, for why i don't write. it is fear, procrastination, paralysis. and maybe it isn't bursting out of me with the weight of my experience that makes it easy or easier. or maybe i let it flood out at all times, my mouth running constantly away with what my hand could be writing. maybe there are connections i could be drawing between things that don't seem obvious rightanna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-78204758295074123282008-05-24T11:59:00.002-04:002008-05-24T12:38:42.820-04:00i hate that i have expectations for myself that are ridiculous, but they are unyielding. they stick no matter what. i want to be better. i want to do it all right and get it all right and be the best me that is possible at all times and do more things and explore more things and focus and feel focused. i don't want to do the things i was doing. i want to launch a new project. i want to feel the anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-78142339891683205972008-05-11T16:11:00.003-04:002008-05-13T15:19:36.521-04:00jon was supposed to come home tonight, but his flight was canceled. it's certainly not the end of the world, but i am not particularly interested in continuing to endure the agony of taking care of the children by myself. my dad left today and for the three days he was here, i think there was more stress than before. maybe that's part of it. i don't know. the days seem unending. being alone is soanna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3102629.post-89593394990435815052008-05-05T17:04:00.003-04:002008-05-26T00:28:34.299-04:00jon has been in mexico for five days. is decompressing from a stressful year in school, writing and researching his dissertation. it will still be here when he gets back, but it will be summer and there will be no classes to teach and no other busywork to occupy him. i, in the meantime, am home with the children, alone. i was extraordinarily busy before he left and all those things i was doing anna kisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14004735915443652720noreply@blogger.com0