First off, y’all are icky. Just as icky as me. The phone was ringing off the hook with poo requests! (Sort of.) But seriamente, I’ve never received as many requests for anything I’ve made — except maybe cookies. So, sit tight, there will be a poo giveaway sometime next week. Also a possible book tie-in (shoutout to my girl Mama Jess!) More info to come.
Tom, by the way, is slightly horrified by this development. “You’ll be known as Portland’s Premiere Poop Seamstress!” he pleads. “At least take down that video link. You’ll make people sick!” Sorry, honey …
Have you been watching any Olympics? I’ve caught a few bits and pieces. The sky does look pretty gray, hmmm? I admit to feeling a chill down the back when the cyclists went past Tien An Men – that iconic Mao portrait, the vast expanse of the Square … I loved Beijing, loved it, and I loved China intensely the two years I was there. I love seeing the city and I feel this odd pride that My China™ has pulled this off so well. That opening ceremony – dang, that mass spectacle – it’s what China does so well, and I was delighted to see how beautifully it came off.
Shameful admission time: When, Friday morning, Tom read to me the story of Russia’s declaration of war on Georgia, the quotes from Putin, the thousands of women and children fleeing the cities – I was shocked, of course; my heart prickled with sadness and horror at the thought. But (and I can’t believe I thought this, and I can’t believe I’m admitting it) I also immediately, thought “Poor China! What crap luck! Your special day …”
Of course, from what snippets I’ve seen on the local affiliate, war in Georgia (1,500 dead the first day of fighting … reportedly, anyway … let that sink in for a second, hmm?) – well, all those dead people matter less than Team USA. So sad. Poor Georgia! I’m always on the side of the underdog, so I’ve got a knee-jerk sympathy for them; I’m painfully ignorant of exactly where Georgia really is/was, geopolitically. But from analysis I’ve read, they really do sound like the little republic that was doing it right. Take a moment, maybe, and send those poor people a good thought.