Happy Quaran-time Dance Party

Hey. Hi. How’s your quarantine going?

Yeah. Weird, right? I hope you’re all (all of you, whoever you are) staying safe and good and well and sufficiently toilet-papered.

Anyway. There’s no good reason why I haven’t updated in a year, except for all the things going on in the world that make me want to curl into a ball and hide behind the furniture. But I figured I should at least update the semiprofessional part of the site with some fun work stuff I did recently—covering a Misty Copeland keynote for our annual conference (which was supposed to be in person but got canceled and then replaced with a new virtual event) and a super-fun interview with Samantha Irby, who is a stitch and if you ever get a chance to see her or talk to her or hang out with her in any capacity, you should absolutely make that happen.

Anyway, this Sports Boyfriend song has been my unofficial COVID lockdown jam. Enjoy!

Tuesday Morning Janet Weiss Dance Party

These times are troubled, these times are tough
There’s more to come but you can’t give up
Why don’t you shake a tail for peace and love?

I’m so sad that Janet Weiss left the band. If I had seen Sleater-Kinney as a teen, I am absolutely certain I would have become a drummer. My favorite spot to stand at their shows was anywhere with a clear view of Janet’s wild, precise, powerful drumming, her black bob shaking back and forth with the beat.

Obviously, S-K existed before Janet, and they may continue on without her. But this feels like Pixies-without-Kim-Deal territory again. Something vital is lost.

Friday Morning Freewheel Dance Party!

Hi. Hey. It’s been a while.

It’s been a big political week. I have a new alderman (yay!), and there’s gonna be a new mayor soon, too. Plus, I went to DC to meet my Congresswoman and tell her about libraries (oh, she knows).

Speaking of work, I wrote a couple of things recently.

But mostly I’ve been hiding from the cold, feeling blue, and getting older.

But in honor of Team Dresch getting back together and rereleasing a bunch of stuff and touring (!) again, here’s the song I put on all your mixtapes from 1995–2006.

moore vs. hadden

I went to last night’s 49th Ward aldermanic debate between Joe Moore and Maria Hadden. I guess I was expecting it to be a little dull and rambling, like most other political events in the ward (where every well-meaning old white person has to stand up and give their bona fides about how “I met Dr. King once and so I know . . . .” before asking a nine-part question). Instead, it was an efficient debate between two starkly different Democrats, expertly moderated by a League of Women Voters member (and former high school German teacher) who knew her stuff and was up for no shenanigans, and well attended by an engaged audience of neighbors who behaved themselves. The questions, thankfully, were submitted on index cards.

The gist: Moore acted like he just deserved to be reelected. He said three separate times that he could just retire and take his pension and get a big-money private sector job, but he just loves the ward so much. His big issues were school choice and more cops, which he brought up every chance he could. He stammered frequently and seemed generally unprepared and tone deaf.

Hadden, on the other hand, was polished and direct. She had facts and stats in her arsenal and creative answers to questions about how to end poverty in the ward, keep housing affordable, and fund schools equitably. She came out against the new cop academy and the Lincoln Yards TIF (which she called “Parking Meters 2.0” for the speed and lack of transparency with which it’s being shoved through City Council before Rahm Emanuel leaves office), and actually mentioned people of color and people with disabilities as being important constituents in the ward whose concerns should be considered (imagine that!).

The final question came from a 4th grader who wanted to know how the alderman would make CPS school lunches better. It was a cute question, but Hadden took it seriously and pointed out that what was keeping schools from having healthier food and vegetarian options was the city’s contract with Aramark. Moore, weirdly, boasted about how he was able to get the schools to offer breakfast, too (“You know that shitty food you hate, kids? I got you more of it! You’re welcome”).

So, you know, vote for Maria Hadden.


How conversations generally progress around our place:

“So, I’m thinking when I dehydrate the lemons and oranges today, I’ll put them in a glass container. The ones I have seem to be absorbing the plastic taste from the plastic container.”

“If only you could make a container out of dehydrated lemons.”


“And then they could make the plane out of the black box!”

“And they could make the driveway out of the parkway, and make the hotdogs out of the buns, and people would never run out!”

“And then standup comedians would be out of a job!”

“And then Louis CK would starve and die!”

2019 so far

I dreamed I was at work, editing a document in Word that kept making noises somehow. I kept zooming in on the text to see where the noise was coming from. I woke up to the neighbors’ fireworks and looked at the clock, and that’s how I knew it was midnight.

I am an exciting person.