Art

My motion on just about any project tends to be glacial - for instance, I meant to hang my framed art one evening last week. Over the last two evenings I've gotten as far as recharging the batteries on the drill, fitting the drill with a bit the size of the nails I'll use, taking everything down from the bookshelf where it's been, stacking the ready-to-hang art in the living room, and taking stock of the unframed art.

The good news:
Some 90% of what I want to hang is already framed. There are only 6 pieces that still need frames.

The bad news:
4 of those six require custom frames.

In several cases, art I once loved just doesn't float my boat anymore. Tish tells me to stick it in a closet for a few years to see if I change my mind. I figure having had it up on a bookshelf for 5 years counts as "closet time." And while I'm back in Beast fandom, I really don't need all those prints of Vincent. (And rather regret the one that I gave away years ago. Oh, well!) Not sure what to do with the unwanted stuff, as ebay doesn't bring in a lot of interest for old fan art. Haul it to M*W, I guess.

None of the pictures turns out to be the one(s) that I want to give a place of pride over the sofa. The only real contender for that space is Death and the Death of Rats, which I'm figuring would probably freak most people out. (D&tDoR and my two Disney cels are slated for the library, as they all reference literary works.) That leaves the fangirl stuff (Vincent & Wolf) for my bedroom and the fantasy art and portraits for the hall, which was always envisioned as a future art gallery. That's the plan, and the sofa will have to wait until I find *the* piece(s).

Current plan: To hang art and repaint bathroom cabinet by Sunday night.

Current book: Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them, to be followed with Click Here For Murder

More Pro-Choice Links

Two more links that should be spread wide and often:

Woman forced to walk around for a week, bleeding, knowing that her fetus was dead and unable to get medical removal. Why? She wants a D&E because it will be the least traumatic to her body and she wants to try for another child. But there's a problem. She's 19 weeks along. At her stage of development, a D&C comes under the heading of "partial birth abortion" and no doctors will do it.

"Legally, a doctor can still surgically take a dead body out of a pregnant woman. But in reality, the years of angry debate that led to the law’s passage, restrictive state laws and the violence targeting physicians have reduced the number of hospitals and doctors willing to do dilations and evacuactions (D&Es) and dialations and extractions (intact D&Es), which involve removing a larger fetus, sometimes in pieces, from the womb.

At the same time, fewer medical schools are training doctors to do these procedures. After all, why spend time training for a surgery that’s likely to be made illegal?"


These are exactly the sorts of reasons why politicans should not play doctor (by removing "health of the mother" exceptions and insisting "partial birth" is never necessary for medical reasons.) Let's call a spade a spade - by attempting to outlaw this medical procedure in all cases, politicians put the "rights" of a dead fetus over those of his living mother!


And case #2, A woman discovers that her pro-life buddies are only interested in saving certain lives.

"For me, it was all about the babies. Saving them. Sending them into good, Christian families who weren't able to have their own. It seemed so obvious to me, especially with the baby shortage they talked so much about in religion class. Individual couples were waiting years to adopt while so many women aborted their babies.

So imagine my excitement, following the initial shock and shame of an unintended pregnancy, to be able to do the "right thing. [snip hopeful discussion of dealing with a pro-life adoption agency.]

But then came the questions about the "father," my then-boyfriend Dennis. She should have been delighted to know that he, too, came from a "good" background, one nearly identical to mine. As I told her about him and his plans for college in the fall, something was happening on the other end of the line. Something was terribly wrong, the fading connection seemed almost tangible. Her breathing, her tone, everything had changed. With these words, it was all over: "Oh. Well, I'm really very sorry, but we just don't have a demand for bi-racial children. Our program won't be able to help you."

Dennis was black."


And yes - everyone I saw picketing both pro-choice marches I was on was white, and held pictures of mutilated WHITE fetii.