As written to Pennie

Well, it's 5:38, Adam's off to get burgers, Baz is passed out, the dogs are quiet for once, and I'm listening to Enya cause I'm a little hippie like that. I've started Happy Hour early. I'm pretty stoned. I needed it. Now Baz is waking up: "Mommy! I want the blanket!" You're wearing it, kid. Do not MAKE me leave this chair.

Silent treatment

I've never believed in it. It's one of the most hurtful things (potentially hurtful, at least) you can do to someone. From Psychology Today:

Basically, the silent treatment is a passive-aggressive behavior by which an abuser communicates some sort of negative message to the intended victim that only the perpetrator and the victim recognize through nonverbal communication. It can be explicit or subtle, in private or public, recognizable by others or not, and usually coexists with other forms of abuse.

Read the entire article here. 

5 am bullet-point thoughts

In no particular order:

• The amazing women in my blogging group have dubbed me Dr. Melfi.
• There are always ways you can move forward to be a better person -- for you and for the people around you. If you've fucked up, own it. Then decide how you're going to be better.
• Sometimes you don't realize something until it's too late. The good news is that it's rarely too late.
• A little bit of self-awareness goes a long way.

Read My Mind

Listening to The Killers' classic, the one that got us to Tokyo. It's part of the Baby List: the Spotify playlist we made to welcome Baz into the world.

My God, I've been such an asshole.

Paul Gauguin on art

Art is either plagiarism or revolution.

Cited in this great dharma talk.

Done with Berkeley

I've lived in and around Berkeley for the better part of two decades. Now, as we look at another move, I'm ready to leave this town. It costs a fortune to live here and the bullshit you have to put up with is ridiculous. Sorry, Berkeley -- it's not me, it's you.

The indie rock band cover