Barbara Stoner's Blog, page 11

Waiting Games

Well, it’s been a week. I went to the grocery store on Monday and detected a flubby sound on the way. In the parking lot, I discovered a tire as flat as a snail’s foot. Snailed it a block over to Discount Tire with a sack full of groceries (might as well go ahead and shop), only to be told that if they pumped it up in that condition it could explode. So I waited until a mechanic was free to change it. Sudoku on my phone. Read more

Mammy

I think I was about 13 when I read my mother’s copy of
Gone with the Wind
. Not counting Rhett Butler, I fell in love with two concepts: red hair and green eyes, and Mammy.

This confession of Mammy-love came up recently when someone online referenced another favorite character loved for her supportive role, which reminded me of Mammy, and referencing her, I felt obliged to explain how it seemed as if I had, at one time, wanted my very own slave. Read more

Presentmas

Presentmas is my daughter’s favorite term for Christmas, because at our house it’s always been all about the presents. I’ve out trotted my thoughts on the season on at least a couple of occasions, one addressing the issue of greetings and another addressing the presents/indulgence issue. I hold firmly to those positions. Read more

Nothing

I was driving to Costco to pick up a new pair of glasses early yesterday afternoon when I heard the first reports of the latest terrorist attacks in Paris. The kind man who retrieved my glasses for me was born in Germany near the French border. He asked me if I had heard anything further than what he had picked up at work. I told him what I knew, and we talked for a little while about why such things happen. About disaffected youth and discrimination and joblessness and the desperate search for some kind of meaning in lives that can find little else than whatever jihad has come to mean. Read more

Stuff

Remember George Carlin’s classic bit on Stuff?

My generation loved it. We thought it was deep. Maybe it’s my dotage showing, but lately I’ve come to think it’s not deep at all. It’s just a cranky guy having fun with a word.

Stuff. It’s a great word that covers a multitude of blessings.

Know your stuff

Do a lot of stuff;

Your morals, your values, that type of stuff.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on… Read more

Spider Time

There are a couple of definite changes that have come over me in the last few years, not counting menopause. For one thing, I no longer keep a careful eye out for vampires. For another thing, I don’t freak out when I walk into a spider’s web. Read more

The Burden of Freedom

I was inspired to write this piece by Roger Cohen’s OpEd in the New York Times entitled Why ISIS Trumps Freedom. And then I woke up one morning this week to the news that Julian Bond had died. Read more

Heat

If you can’t take the heat, stay out of the kitchen. Read more

Welcome to Istanbul

A piece I wrote several years ago. I thought it worth posting here: Read more

Thoughts on the Mad Men Finale

Way back in 1960 or so, I wrote a high school essay in defense of advertising, in which I proposed that whether or not products ever did for you what they promised to do, sometimes they could help you feel better about yourself for a while. You put on a certain brand of lipstick (I gave up wearing the stuff aeons ago) and while it doesn't substantially change you, for a while you might feel as if it did and sometimes that feeling is something you need to carry you through the day. Read more