Women are Fickle — but I love them. Fun Sunday Night in Wonderland or Not

This is a long post. The end is the most impor­tant, scroll down if your atten­tion span is limited.

For now it’s late Sun­day night fun.

Things I did this weekend:

Finished the Infi­del, by Ayaan Hirsi Ali — You can purchase it at Cooper’s Store below. Yes you would be one of the few to purchase anything there, but it makes me feel so big time.

Star­ted The Daw­kins Delu­sion which you can’t purchase at Cooper’s store. I only place books I recom­mend there. It’s a very small book though, as one would expect a book with such a title to be.

Wal­ked out of my apart­ment directly into a fes­ti­val cele­bra­ting the cul­ture of India. I had no idea this was hap­pe­ning almost right outside my door; it was a plea­sant surprise.

I hiked the trails at Mono­cacy Natio­nal Batt­le­field. More like wal­ked the trails really, as it is not large, just some trails to walk, but it was fun. I was with a friend of mine from work, a women ori­gi­nally from Libe­ria; she has been in this country some time, new to this area as of last year, and had yet to go to Mono­cacy. She’s quite inte­res­ted in the his­tory of this country, so next we’ll hit Gettysburg.

Upda­ted my word­press ins­ta­lla­tion using, for the second time, this little beauty . Wor­ked like a charm again. The site is slow to load but it’s worth the wait for this plug-in.

I was over at My Blog Log yes­ter­day loo­king at the icons of new mem­bers. Was stun­ned to see a full fron­tal, legs akimbo, sans pan­ties, ava­tar of a female. I’m sure it attrac­ted a lot of males, but I was a speech­less for a few seconds. I really have nothing to say about it. I was just stun­ned. I blew the thing up just to make sure that was what it was…seriously. It’s not like My Blog Log is a porn site…yet. In case your won­de­ring, as I’m sure some are, I would have been just as stun­ned had it been a full fron­tal legs akimbo, sans pan­ties male ava­tar. I would also have blown it up to make sure I was seeing right.

Got a You Make Me Smile award from Debo­rah at Cli­mate of Our Future and another Roc­king Girl Blog­ger Award this time from Christy of A Circle of Women. I am gra­te­ful for the awards. I love those girls. I now knock rock three times and make someone smile once. That should give me something to think about.

Go to your room.

The Impor­tant Part.

I was also added to a list of blog­gers by my Cli­mate caring friend. The list star­ted by Pris­ci­lla Pal­mer author of Per­so­nal Deve­lop­ment Demands Suc­cess.

It was a little con­fu­sing at first. As you know I am not much of a lin­ker, and yes it is viral, and yes I usually avoid those things like the pla­gue, but because I heart hard so many of my women blog­ger friends I am going to do this with my women blog­ger friends in mind. Being a per­so­nal deve­lop­ment kind of thing I wasn’t sure it would work. I do feel that women blog­gers who are ins­pi­ra­tio­nal, moti­va­ted, and allow me to look into their lives with their words help me to look into and at myself. I can only come out bet­ter for it.

My lists con­sist of some very strong, and talen­ted women; women who I met through blog­ging, most over two years ago now. Women from all over the world, women I miss when they disap­pear from the blo­gesh­pere for a time, and who always fill my heart and head when they return.

1. Pia of Cour­ting Des­tiny Fame. Pia who will des­pise me for this, but there ya go. Pro­bably the first female blog­ger who lin­ked to me back when I was a nine­teen year old called “Alice” wri­ting my blog as an offshoot of my dead­jour­nal, wri­ting it poorly at that — usually while half run­ning out the door of an unfor­tu­nate dorm situa­tion. Lin­king to me des­pite the fact that I was an eighteen/nineteen year old who only thought I was really cle­ver and witty. There might have been a moment or two in which some wit appea­red, but for the most part I was just a nine­teen year old with a blog, and Pia lin­ked to me. Pia of New York, the New York Post, the Long Island Press. Pia the only rea­son to read Bring it On.…Pia who will soon no lon­ger be of New York but of Myrtle Beach. Pia who worships Frank Rich, who lived through 9/11, who will soon be on the NYT best seller list. I will fore­ver court destiny .

2: Mizzy Bohe­mia from Miz Bohemia’s Rhap­sody Whose real name I will not disc­lose to you, but whose real name I know. ;)
Mizzy B — Ira­nian, Spa­nish, American.…Mizzy B who makes me laugh, sha­res her family, and always says what she thinks. Mizzy B who des­pite great obs­tac­les, and a life full of chil­dren and yoga, selling and not selling her house, moving, not moving and finally esca­ping Spain making it back to the good old USA. Miz Bohe­mia who I read des­pite having to use IE when doing so. Mizzy B who with boxes still unpac­ked, and the alarm rin­ging at 5 AM for class, gra­ciously posts something for her cla­mo­ring fans…moi.

3: Illy­ria from Fin­ding Nor­way.
I once called her blog Word Cum Hea­ven and to this day it remains so. From the other side of the world her thoughts in poetry and prose bring me clo­ser to kno­wing how words can draw things so beau­ti­fully in the mind, explain much and express the inex­pres­si­ble. Words are never so beau­ti­ful as they are at Fin­ding Norway.

4. The Lab : Leigh lab Sur­fer Girl: My friend Leigh blogs less as her life gets busier. She holds my heart there on the water of the Paci­fic coast as she sha­res her life, her loves, her disap­point­ments, her suc­ces­ses, and her sur­fing injuries.

5: Kelly from Kelly­men­to­logy, the only mommy blog I read because she is not as much of a mommy blog­ger as she is a wri­ter who hap­pens to be a mommy. There is never a loss of of inte­res­ting posts; she can blog about anything. Kelley can state opi­nions on poli­tics which even if I disa­gree with I am still com­pe­lled to read. That is how good she is. She is also a baker of sorts and as foreign as baking is to me I am proud to read someone who knows how to work an oven

Now my excep­tio­nal blog­ger friends it is up to you to do the same, or not.

To end this Sun­day — or begin this Mon­day as the case may be. I want to say

RIP Luciano

What bet­ter way to end my tri­bute to my women friends than with
La Donna È Mobile

I’m sorry this was the only vid I could find with Pava­rotti sin­ging from Verdi’s opera Rigo­letto, but t’is as fit­ting as I can get.

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32 Comments

  • And here you have me… up bright and early, chec­king in on you first thing in the am my dear, sweet, beau­ti­ful lady with inte­grity… yes, that sums you up to me indeed…

    I still remem­ber falling into Won­der­land (I liked your com­ment over at Caz’s, the blog­ger tem­plate maker whose tem­plate I was ini­tially using) and being intri­gued by this young girl with the strong words…

    … a girl with no name other than Alice, at times Coo­per, no face I could truly see except for the occa­sio­nal, visi­ble yet subtly blurred/disguised/somehow dis­tor­ted pic­tu­res that in spite of their blurring/disguising/slight dis­tor­tions I knew to be beau­ti­ful… most of all, she res­pec­ted her­self, refu­sed to objec­tify her­self and was power­fully
    as-in-my-sexuality-is-mine-and-I-shall-do-with-it-and-say-as-I-please-so-do-not-think-of
    –crossing-me-BITCHES-’cause-I-am-truly-woman-and-I-may-roar-or-not-but-don’t-cross-me–
    any­way sexual…

    And I was proud to be a sis­ter to this young woman who was refreshingly honest, cau­tiously pri­vate, power­fully vul­ne­ra­ble, proudly young, freshly wise and so much more than my tired mind this early am can cap­ture and do her jus­tice… and I was mes­me­ri­zed by her words and though my life has had its chao­tic turns and the chaos con­ti­nues and steals me away from her words more than I would like them to, it can­not keep me away for long…

    Coo­pe­rina, eres divina.

    Thank you for the very sweet words. It most defi­ni­tely made my day and know that you make women proud my dear amiga, espe­cially this bohemian…

    FO SHO!

    :)

    Now off I go to greet the chaos and break the silence. KABOOM and off we GO!

  • Thank you for par­ti­ci­pa­ting with The Per­so­nal Deve­lop­ment List. I really appre­ciate it.

  • Your choi­ces are right on. I don’t mind viral lists if they are good ones and if the indi­vi­dual has a rea­son to post them. This is not a thought­less ran­dom list; if peo­ple who did them would do them with the same forethought and moti­va­tion I’d read more of them.

    What I find /found fas­ci­na­ting about you when I first star­ted rea­ding you, other than the con­tent, was your abi­lity to engage with those older than you and those who did not agree with you.. Your rea­ders were not nine­teen year old blog­gers they were of all ages and from all parts of the world. The links you lis­ted were in the same way not college stu­dents with blogs, they were a large mix of peo­ple from many dif­fe­rent pla­ces all having dif­fe­rent inte­rests.
    A long but worthy post cooper.

    The “women are fic­kle” —  “la donna mobile” part works well. Bet you didn’t know I have some fam fami­lia­rity with opera.

    “The Daw­kins Delusion”??????????

  • Who is this per­son? The dawg and I asked each other with much ama­ze­ment
    You unde­rrate your­self. It was refreshing to find cle­ver­ness and inte­lli­gence in one per­son in the blogosphere.

    Honest and pri­vate, yes, though from the pri­vacy one can see a life well lived and really just begin­ning, though some did claim that you were a 40 year old male. Howe­ver we have lear­ned bet­ter and con­ti­nue to learn. Girl with a blog now woman with a job as lonG as I live I will con­ti­nue to remind you of a time when you thought your opi­nions less valid than others simply because you lac­ked life expe­rience when what you had to say was so much bet­ter than almost all others.
    I’m not as blog-pure as I seem. Just seem to love to be dis­trac­ted from really wri­ting, and wri­ting is what I care about
    It’s easy to manage time at a job or in school but so dif­fi­cult for me when not in those set­tings and blogs, peo­ple or beach beckon

    Just heard a com­mer­cial for The Let­ter­men – not David and for a second was con­fu­sed about what alter­nate uni­verse I’m inha­bi­ting. Oh right, not in New York any­more, lis­te­ning to com­mer­cial free alt rock. This might be a big­ger adjust­ment than I thought

    You have a Coo­per store? I’m impressed

  • Oh and thank you. Made me laught when rea­ding about myself and that’s rare

  • We’re all stun­ned sometimes.

    For someone who dis­li­kes those things you sure get a lot of them.
    Send one my way, then I’d have something to write about.

    You may not believe this, but I’ve never been to The Mono­cacy Batt­le­field. They sent us down to the Smith­so­nian ten times a year in ele­men­tary school, Gettys­burg, The Aqua­rium but not Monooacy.

  • Way to give out the props, Coop.

    You must really like going to his­to­ri­cal sites to walk/hike — which is cool — I only wish there was something his­to­ri­cal enough around where I live to take that time.

    As always, a pleasure.

  • I had to look up the trans­la­tion for La Donna E Mobile.

    *Claps hands*.

    No com­ment on the “Daw­kins Delu­sion” or the ava­tar, I didn’t see it. Some peo­ple seem a little des­pe­rate with those ava­tars. Lucky for you you just have to show your real face and have them read you a cou­ple of times.

  • I abso­lu­tely loved this long post and your new look. I’ve been absent from blo­glog for some time; I have mixed fee­lings about whether or not it works as a net­wor­king site. I have been taken askance by some unu­sual ava­tars there as well — although haven’t seen the one you’re refe­ren­cing. Good to share the sites you love. I’m off to dis­co­ver more wise and won­der­ful women. Talk soon, XINE

  • Xine: Well thank you it’s good to see you. I look at it more of a place of scarf around and pick and choose a few good reads. They remo­ved that one actually as I was sure they would. There are many wild and won­der­ful woman out there.

    john: Bows.
    now if that isn’t a rather offen­sive com­ment at face value nothing is. Thank good­ness I know you.

    JasonP: Well they are abun­dant here and are good pla­ces to walk and hike and often inte­res­ting.
    Always a plea­sure here as well.

    casey: That stuff is so within an easy day’s drive for you. It is help­ful if you are inte­res­ted in the his­tory as well.

    Pia: More than happy ot make you laugh miss pia.

    I would like to be a forty year old male for a day — just to see how it goes.

    Oh don’t worry no one is a blog-pure as they seem. ;)

    Not even Doug.

    You must then get an iPod Pia the music thing could be a problem.

    Jacob: Yea you are right all the eigh­teen year blog­gers got tired of me tal­king about poli­tics and the pope and kic­ked me out. ;)

    You know Jacob, you are right I would have not have thought you would have known that.

    Don’t ask.

    Pris­ci­lla: You are more than wel­come it is a great idea. I think that ins­pi­ra­tion and moti­va­tion must be taken from where we are and what we do and in the case of blog­ging who we read. One does not have to look far to take something away from almost everything.

    Miz: Now I don’t want to be bla­med for the early part… Damn mizzy B I am going to cry besi­des you haven’t seen me in my thong yet.…..

    What would you be without chaos?

    In truth it is the Mizzy B who is divine.

  • Ciao Coo­per!
    beau­ti­ful the look of this blog!
    thanks for the mes­sagge in my…kisses!

  • i’m con­ti­nually stum­ped by your admi­ra­tion, dear coo­per. and the fact that you con­sis­tently link me, even if my site’s a pri­vate one. you’re a gem, i think you should have rea­li­zed that by now.

  • It’s fun when you do these catch-up blogs. It’s almost like rea­ding the weekly high­light show of all things Cooper.

  • Oh, I admit to being blog-tainted but I agree with Pia. I was there when Pia adop­ted you. I gave her cre­dit as a talent scout, not as a phi­lanth­ro­pist. You’ve always been both inte­res­ting and sur­pri­sing. That’s rare among 40-year-olds and unheard of among 19-year-olds.

  • You will never stop ama­zing me.
    Ins­tead of cro­wing like a roos­ter over your suc­ces­ses and boas­ting about kno­wing some blog­ging rock stars, you pay tri­bute to them in a most hum­ble and gra­te­ful man­ner. So wise, so young, so won­der­ful.
    It’s Pris­ci­lla, Pia, Mizzy B, Illy­ria, Lee and Kelly who, along with all of us, are truly the lucky ones.
    I won­der how many peo­ple are envious of your won­der­ful life — there must be thou­sands upon thousands.

  • Okay, Coo­per. You’re con­tri­bu­ting to my delin­quency with this post which I wallo­wed in and around for an entire cup of cof­fee. (I’m sup­po­sed to be wor­king…) I had to check out seve­ral links (thanks for the tip on the down­load and the terri­fic blogs you lis­ted) did some book­mar­king, and was quite sur­pri­sed to see myself in your list. I’d ack­now­ledge my blush but if I did, it could bring on a hot flash, so, just take my word for it.

  • How almost iro­nic. I was in Gettys­burg this past Satur­day. First to watch all those cross-country run­ners from mul­ti­ple sta­tes run all those fast races at the high school, then over to my favo­rite spot on the Batt­le­field (20th Maine site) and then stuck in traf­fic at the Rt 30 circle as hun­dreds of Har­leys and 1 Indian came rum­bling thru as part of the Flight 93 tour.

    If you do make it to Gettys­burg, be sure to eat at the Dob­bin House (downs­tairs by the under­ground stream is a great place to grab a table; just beware of the alli­ga­tors said to prowl there).

    It’s an inte­res­ting place, Gettys­burg. Not just for its Batt­le­field his­tory but also for the more recent batt­les. A few years ago, the Nat’l Park Ser­vice took down this huge, ugly-ass obser­va­tion tower. Wasn’t there during the battle, they said. More recently, they culled the deer herd on the grounds that the deer were eating the under­brush in the forest. Well, they didn’t just cull the herd; they pretty much eli­mi­na­ted it. Then they cut down acres of the forest because, well, it wasn’t there in July 1863. Maybe someone was a bit pres­cient in get­ting that tower taken down. Espe­cially since a good part of the park was remo­ved from the enjoy­ment of its visitors.

    You may get asked to go on a ghosts-of-gettysburg tour. When they start on about how Col. Cham­ber­lain gave his life on the batt­le­field, try not to snic­ker as you recall that he was pre­sent at Appo­mat­tox, and was later Pre­si­dent of Bow­doin College and Gover­nor of Maine. Those ghost tours are always good for a few laughs, but I’ve never ever seen a ghost.

    meow.

  • Hanna, it’s nice to see you here and yes I do like Adam’s theme. Enough to have remo­ved half of my stuff to the back pages.

    Ciao

    Illy­ria: You know you are what you are and des­pite the pri­va­ti­za­tion it is what it is and so can not be dis­mis­sed because of such.

    MoJo: Yes well I’m glad you enjo­yed it moj, I also like when you weer off the path and do the same.

    Doug: You are pro­bably the least tain­ted, but what of the nine­teen year old who feels like a forty year old?

    Iron pills?????

    Mor­gan: I think most peo­ple who read this live pretty inte­res­ting lives them­sel­ves, which is what makes them so interesting.

    My life?
    As I was telling Doug recently I write pro­po­si­tion papers and am currently in quite a fit of envy as I have friends soon to embark on a sur­fing tour of South America.

    Now that is something to be jea­lous of.

    Kelly­pea: I will take your word, but know you are not alone. The hazards of all the PhD types being tied up at this time, and me wri­ting papers at home, is that I turn on the com­pu­ter, say to myself I will just take one quick look around.……and the day is shot to hell.

    SK: I haven’t been there in some time so we’ll see about the ghost tour. I like to ram­ble around those pla­ces on my own but as I will be brin­ging someone else a tour of some kind may be a bet­ter option.

  • Coo­per, she’s a hell of a lot wiser than a 40-year-old who feels 19.

  • A love fes­ti­val to which I was not invited????

    I took a cou­ple months away from rea­ding. I plan to take a few books to South Ame­rica. ;)

    A cou­ple months away yet, maybe not quite.

    Women Rock.

  • I haven’t seen you in your thong yet? Oooo­weee! Bring it on FO SHO I say and to all others, espe­cially you my dear Leigh, TAKE THAT!

    ;)

    Ha, ha, haaaa!

    No crying… bohe­mians speak only the truth my dear and you are highly loved by this par­ti­cu­lar one… LOVED I SAY! You’re just gonna have to live with it… could be worse. ;-P

  • How in the world do you have all the time Coop?

  • That was a hand­ful, you’ve been busy. :)

  • Doug: sure. ;)

    Dane: You can come to the next one.

    Miz B: The pic­tu­res must have got­ten lost in the mail. Yes I am hono­red by all the love, and it could be worse for sure.

    Goldy: Time is on my side. Yes it is.;)

    Jon: always so Jon.

  • I hate when peo­ple use the word fic­kle applied to women like it’s cute. It’s one of the main rea­sons I have no female friends. Saying one thing one moment, and the oppo­site the next moment is called LYING in my book. The dic­tio­nary agrees with me defi­ning it as deceit­ful and inconstant.

  • I hear ya.
    Unfor­tu­na­tely it is the title in English of “La Donna e Mobile” and it wor­ked for me, as it s a beau­ti­ful song from a beau­ti­ful opera.
    Not to men­tion that sticks and stone and all that, while two women in Pakis­tan are recently behea­ded I can’t take seriously the ridi­cu­lous foa­ming at the mouth some peo­ple in this country do over words.

  • I like the rare looks into “the life of coo­per” too.
    The most worthy long post on the web, even the tri­bu­tes are worth rea­ding. You were always good in a char­ming kind of way, you are just more deve­lo­ped from a blog stand­point, if that makes sense.

    That music, never knew the name, makes me wish I was sit­ting in an outside cafe in Italy.

  • Women really are fickle.

  • joe: you’ve been here fore­ver, I think you are com­for­tably numb. :)

    BWL: As a pickle.

  • I’ve writ­ten a few posts about this fic­kle thing and women, without ever calling it that. But I think that’s what it is. And it seems to draw a nega­tive res­ponse from other women and men have little inte­rest (broad gene­ra­li­za­tions, of course).

    I won­der if I’m fic­kle too? Well, I am fer sure with my dude. But I really don’t think I am with other women…but I won­der if I would even know…

    Are you fickle?

  • No I am pretty deci­sive, and tend to stay the course.
    I somehow doubt the word fic­kle applied toward women is at the heart of all our trou­bles. I think the com­men­ter was trying to call me out on a word which was really just a play on the title of the song. Talk about a non issue.

    I’ve known a lot of fic­kle folks of both genders.

  • No, no. Fic­kle is the key, I tell you. Only used as the sim­ple adjec­tive that it is meant to be, not a big com­ment against women or judg­ment. I guess cla­rity, if any, may come after I blog it. But in the grand scheme of things, this kind of insight is not cri­ti­cal at this point in time.

    Funny how this had nothing to do with what you’re saying…I’ll read more clo­sely next time. I promise.