BLEccchh!

"I'm so sorry, Grandmother!"

Week of utter disaster (in three parts).

1. Massachusetts discovers its inner idiot.

2. The Supreme Court issues the worst decision in the history of the court.

(I went to a lot of trouble to write the following for a post elsewhere, so I'm pasting it in various places.)

[getting up on my soapbox]

From the WSJ: "the Supreme Court issued a landmark decision supporting free political speech."

Here's the problem (aside from the issue of whether corporations are people): they keep conflating money with speech. Everybody already has free speech in this country. It isn't as though a corporation can't issue as many press releases as they want in support of whatever they want, or an individual can't get up on a soapbox in the town square or write a letter to the editor or sign a petition without fear of persecution.

What is at issue here is that money is not speech. It is power. Those who have more money have more power. If you conflate that with speech, then those who have more money have more free speech? What kind of democracy is that?

Speech will no longer be "free." You'll have to pay through the nose to keep up with what the corporations are doing.

AND...

3. I lost my Fitbit. I was babysitting the adorable Baby Jack (see above), and he kicked it out of my pocket, or kicked it loose enough to fall out when I went home, and I feel bereft and abandoned. We can't find it anywhere. I put in a Lost and Found inquiry to the MTA, but it takes ten days at least to find out anything. So I just bought a new Fitbit--I figured somebody somewhere could use the extra if it turned up--but that won't get here until the middle of February.

BUMMER.

But at least there's a sweet picture of Baby Jack.

Oh Baby Mine! Special bonus video.

Bonus first, because it's chronological. This is me and my gurlz at my daughter's baby shower, singing, appropriately enough, "Oh Baby Mine." It goes on a bit long because I couldn't remember how it was supposed to end. But it's worth it to wait for the mom-to-be's "Baby mine..." right before the end. (She's singing baritone. And I'm singing bass.)



And hey!!! It's been almost a month since I posted anything. I can't believe it. But I've been busy. Start of the concert season--and precious Baby Jack had his precious christening last Sunday evening! Omigod, it took me days to fully recover, it was so precious. Here's a bunch of pictures:



Of course they made THE GRANDMOTHERS put him in his christening dress, and boy was he mad. He wouldn't unbend his arms, and trying to get them through the sleeves made me think we were going to be there til midnight. Irish handkerchief linen is not stretch material. (BTW I'm in a choir robe because most of us were singing in the choir for the Evensong beforehand, and because I was doing wardrobe, I didn't have time to take it off. And I was wearing my sexy black suit, too...)



With godmother



With Daddy



He looks like something off the ceiling of an old Italian church in this one. Except not so naked...