Tuesday, February 27, 2007
the rebirth of the WUSA! (?)
Could it be?
Press release from the Freedom (W-League version):
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Pro League Plans for Relaunch in 2008
Ownership groups representing franchises in six major U.S. cities have signed letters of intent to become charter members of the Women’s Soccer Initiative, Inc.’s effort to launch a new professional women’s soccer league.
WSII CEO Tonya Antonucci announced the signings today and said the league anticipates a Spring 2008 launch, timed to capitalize on interest built during the 2007 FIFA Women’s World Cup in China in September.
The Washington Freedom will of course be one of those teams. For the full press release, http://www.washingtonfreedom.com/news.asp
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Man, this would be great. But I hope they move into the city (maybe into DC United's new stadium once the Nats move to their new stadium-- gee, a lot would have to fall into place but at least there's hope. I'd hate to miss Freedom games because they're still playing out in Gathersburg at the Soccerplex. Blech.
Press release from the Freedom (W-League version):
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Pro League Plans for Relaunch in 2008
Ownership groups representing franchises in six major U.S. cities have signed letters of intent to become charter members of the Women’s Soccer Initiative, Inc.’s effort to launch a new professional women’s soccer league.
WSII CEO Tonya Antonucci announced the signings today and said the league anticipates a Spring 2008 launch, timed to capitalize on interest built during the 2007 FIFA Women’s World Cup in China in September.
The Washington Freedom will of course be one of those teams. For the full press release, http://www.washingtonfreedom.com/news.asp
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Man, this would be great. But I hope they move into the city (maybe into DC United's new stadium once the Nats move to their new stadium-- gee, a lot would have to fall into place but at least there's hope. I'd hate to miss Freedom games because they're still playing out in Gathersburg at the Soccerplex. Blech.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Weekends
I love the type of weekends where we just hang out and don't plan to have a billion things to do. Sure, the Jewbian Iron Chef that we hosted the weekend before last was great (though I'll never look at a Beet in the same way again), but these relaxed, read the paper, take a walk, run some low-pressure errands weekends? The. Best.
Friday night we made some barley vegetable soup and watched The Shipping News and had some beer from the U.P. Michigander beer, dark cold movie on a dark cold night with soup and snuggling on the couch with the kitties? ::sigh::
Saturday we slept in, (she more than I, but I stayed in bed and read which, for me, is pure heaven) had blueberry pancakes* and walked to Takoma Park to pick up the Flexcar. Love Flexcar. Ran errands (Trader Joes was wildly crowded, PetSmart, Ace Hardware for weatherproofing materials- better late than never) and then ran home, had a cup of the before mentioned soup and then went downtown to Chinatown. The plan was to get a drink and go to synagogue (yeah, I know, in retrospect this may not have been the best pre-havdallah idea ever, but hey). We got the drink and went to the movies. We are bad jews. But the service wasn't really supposedly a service, more like a talk and a social justice call to arms. Sounds great! Would have enjoyed it. But too sobering (literally, good pun JT and I didn't even mean it!) post margarita (me) and mango mojito (her). So yes, we went and saw Breach. It was great. Laura Linney was great (omg, she really got into the character of Federal Employee... the lines about TV dinners and no cat were great!) and so was Ryan Phillippe. Even sitting in the second row (ooof! it was a last minute ticket purchase, the movie was nearly sold out!) was wonderful. We took the bus home, had a midnight snack and slept really well.
Sunday we watched the beautiful snow cover our new bird feeder and our maple. We had steel cut oatmeal with Meet the Press. I did my grammar homework and N talked to her folks- both not the most fun it in of themselves, but nothing was going to make yesterday a bad day. We talked budget and savings and does this happen to anyone else? The talk turned romantic. Not sex, that's not what I'm talking about (here at least), but talking about finance suddenly turned into a MRT (or major relationship talk). Ok, well, I am a bankers daughter so I guess I can't help myself. All I can say is that we have solidified things even more and that I'm very very very happy. And a little speechless. Those of you who know me in real life would be shocked seeing me so humbled, shy and speechless. and blushing. It takes a special situation to turn these cheeks pink : )
Anyhow, after that day and that weekend, how could we go back to work? We did. But I still can't wait to get home and plan some more unplanned out weekends.
*Hey, next summer, when organic blueberries are on sale at the grocery store, or at the farmer's market, buy a lot. Freeze 'em (grocery store ones freeze perfectly in the plastic containers they come in. Defrost 'em and add liberally to pancakes, steel cut oats (oh yum) or whatever.... : )
Friday night we made some barley vegetable soup and watched The Shipping News and had some beer from the U.P. Michigander beer, dark cold movie on a dark cold night with soup and snuggling on the couch with the kitties? ::sigh::
Saturday we slept in, (she more than I, but I stayed in bed and read which, for me, is pure heaven) had blueberry pancakes* and walked to Takoma Park to pick up the Flexcar. Love Flexcar. Ran errands (Trader Joes was wildly crowded, PetSmart, Ace Hardware for weatherproofing materials- better late than never) and then ran home, had a cup of the before mentioned soup and then went downtown to Chinatown. The plan was to get a drink and go to synagogue (yeah, I know, in retrospect this may not have been the best pre-havdallah idea ever, but hey). We got the drink and went to the movies. We are bad jews. But the service wasn't really supposedly a service, more like a talk and a social justice call to arms. Sounds great! Would have enjoyed it. But too sobering (literally, good pun JT and I didn't even mean it!) post margarita (me) and mango mojito (her). So yes, we went and saw Breach. It was great. Laura Linney was great (omg, she really got into the character of Federal Employee... the lines about TV dinners and no cat were great!) and so was Ryan Phillippe. Even sitting in the second row (ooof! it was a last minute ticket purchase, the movie was nearly sold out!) was wonderful. We took the bus home, had a midnight snack and slept really well.
Sunday we watched the beautiful snow cover our new bird feeder and our maple. We had steel cut oatmeal with Meet the Press. I did my grammar homework and N talked to her folks- both not the most fun it in of themselves, but nothing was going to make yesterday a bad day. We talked budget and savings and does this happen to anyone else? The talk turned romantic. Not sex, that's not what I'm talking about (here at least), but talking about finance suddenly turned into a MRT (or major relationship talk). Ok, well, I am a bankers daughter so I guess I can't help myself. All I can say is that we have solidified things even more and that I'm very very very happy. And a little speechless. Those of you who know me in real life would be shocked seeing me so humbled, shy and speechless. and blushing. It takes a special situation to turn these cheeks pink : )
Anyhow, after that day and that weekend, how could we go back to work? We did. But I still can't wait to get home and plan some more unplanned out weekends.
*Hey, next summer, when organic blueberries are on sale at the grocery store, or at the farmer's market, buy a lot. Freeze 'em (grocery store ones freeze perfectly in the plastic containers they come in. Defrost 'em and add liberally to pancakes, steel cut oats (oh yum) or whatever.... : )
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Chance Encounters
You know, whenever I have those "it's a small world" moments I feel a little bit of a buzz. It's happened a few times in the last couple of months. When I interviewed for this job I ran into S, someone I'd known at Hamilton. Hamilton is a small school- my graduating class was 489. The chances of finding a Hamiltonian in DC is quite large (not as large as NY or Boston, but close), but the chances diminish when you start talking about public school teachers (private school teachers are another story altogether). Not only was S someone I knew a little bit (from some community service projects), she was someone I had thought was cute when I was in school and doing the coming out thing. Cute girls really helped the coming out thing. Don't you think? So turns out that S is A's student teacher. Makes for a nice little club house down at the end of the hall. It's a small world. Two Hamilton queers end up at some public school in DC? Random. But a little buzzy and fun.
My second "It's a small world" encounter happened this am. I take two buses to work. As usual on Wednesdays I got cozy on the bus with the Washington Post Food section. I read about New Chinese-Australian cooking, less scary pressure cookers and biodynamic wine (including one from one of my favorite wineries- Benziger http://www.benziger.com/ ) When the bus slowed down to turn. It was sunny. I figured we were turning onto Western Ave, a few blocks from Friendship Heights. I looked up. We were in Mt. Pleasant, my old neighborhood. I played it cool, like I always do... I mean, no. Actually, I panicked. I hate to be late and I was um, mildly concerned that in the excitement over pressure cookers that I'd gotten on the wrong bus. The man in front of me told me that, no, actually, there was just a huge accident on Military Road so we were being rerouted. Oy. What a reroute. Doubled my commute. I was annoyed. I called my principal. Oh, and here comes the "it's a small world moment" A woman walks up to me at my bus stop and calls my name. She is visiting her daughter for the week. Her daughter and I were good friends back in the days of my ballet-mania (we called the school, lovingly/hatingly Bolshoi on the Hudson). Weird. Old friend (JB) is living in DC now and really wants to be an ESOL teacher. What are the chances.
Double or nothing? I come into school and am all buzzy about the coincidence that I mention it to my coworker C. It turns out that JB and C went to Tufts together and lived in the same dorm. C did not know that JB was in town. Small F-ing world, eh?
I love it.
My second "It's a small world" encounter happened this am. I take two buses to work. As usual on Wednesdays I got cozy on the bus with the Washington Post Food section. I read about New Chinese-Australian cooking, less scary pressure cookers and biodynamic wine (including one from one of my favorite wineries- Benziger http://www.benziger.com/ ) When the bus slowed down to turn. It was sunny. I figured we were turning onto Western Ave, a few blocks from Friendship Heights. I looked up. We were in Mt. Pleasant, my old neighborhood. I played it cool, like I always do... I mean, no. Actually, I panicked. I hate to be late and I was um, mildly concerned that in the excitement over pressure cookers that I'd gotten on the wrong bus. The man in front of me told me that, no, actually, there was just a huge accident on Military Road so we were being rerouted. Oy. What a reroute. Doubled my commute. I was annoyed. I called my principal. Oh, and here comes the "it's a small world moment" A woman walks up to me at my bus stop and calls my name. She is visiting her daughter for the week. Her daughter and I were good friends back in the days of my ballet-mania (we called the school, lovingly/hatingly Bolshoi on the Hudson). Weird. Old friend (JB) is living in DC now and really wants to be an ESOL teacher. What are the chances.
Double or nothing? I come into school and am all buzzy about the coincidence that I mention it to my coworker C. It turns out that JB and C went to Tufts together and lived in the same dorm. C did not know that JB was in town. Small F-ing world, eh?
I love it.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Media Exposure
A good friend read my last blog post and brought up the question of media exposure for lesbians. I love love love love love After Ellen.com (weren't they changing there name? what happened? now they're part of logo... ok, whatever...) so I've been able to keep up to date on the portrail of lesbians on tv, in the movies, magazines, whatever. It isn't a good climate. So my friend's thought was that the internet is the cooshy place to see non-scary representitives of my "own kind" that's neither the L Word or Rosie or One Tree Hill. Interesting thought. Nice work other JT : )
Speaking of media exposure what do you all think of this Mary Cheney stuff. She freaks me out a little bit. Will W send a shower gift? Will she Easter Egg Roll with the other Family Pride folk? If the kid grows up and joins COLLAGE will she be scorned? It's weird. But republican queers, especially republican lesbians, freak me out. I've got to blame it on self-hatred and denial but then again maybe I'm just making excuses... I let this blog post sit all night on my computer (oh! two nights!) so I guess it's time to post.
Happy birthday N. I love you!
One more day left for this week. Hopefully A will eat fewer cupcakes at work tomorrow (you should have seen her flying down the stairs this afternoon M : ) Double hopeful that we'll get a little frosting of the non-cupcake kind.
Speaking of media exposure what do you all think of this Mary Cheney stuff. She freaks me out a little bit. Will W send a shower gift? Will she Easter Egg Roll with the other Family Pride folk? If the kid grows up and joins COLLAGE will she be scorned? It's weird. But republican queers, especially republican lesbians, freak me out. I've got to blame it on self-hatred and denial but then again maybe I'm just making excuses... I let this blog post sit all night on my computer (oh! two nights!) so I guess it's time to post.
Happy birthday N. I love you!
One more day left for this week. Hopefully A will eat fewer cupcakes at work tomorrow (you should have seen her flying down the stairs this afternoon M : ) Double hopeful that we'll get a little frosting of the non-cupcake kind.
