production maven

pro•duc'tion n. 1, act of bringing forward. 2, a product of physical or mental labor; esp., a theatrical presentation. ma'ven n. an expert. Also, ma'vin.

Monday, March 22, 2004


I was a semi-big Martha fan.
Subscribed to her magazine, followed her fame. Then I read her Unauthorized biography, Just Desserts and I liked her a little less. And I talked to a friend of mine, who lived in Westport and knew of Ms. Stewart's antics first hand, and liked her a little lesser. But I never hated her. This is a woman who, despite everything, made it. She is a self-made woman. The ultimate in hauling herself up from near poverty, shunning close relationships (both friend and family), stepping on those who help to achieve the status, own many houses around the country, being a superstar, household recognized name, who seems to be an authority on everything that women DON'T do in this day and age. Who can now look back at her near-poverty upbringing and give them the BEST rose-colored glasses treatment and romanticize each and every episode... even if some of it isn't quite *true*.


Men do this all the time.
Men ignore their families, stab their friends in the back, and step on their underlings to get up that corporate ladder. And we applaud them for it.

Martha, you're not a nice person, at least from what I've read.
Bur you also should not be an example to other white-collar criminals. You are pennies to their millions.
I hope this will teach you, among other things, to tell the truth and stop covering your ass all the time.

As my mother used to tell me, when she knew I was lying, the truth will set you free.

And for the rest of you, go here and join the voice of fairness and equality for women. There's no requirements for signing up or anything, but education is the best tool against unfairness.


Friday, March 19, 2004

To fill you all in about me....

I love these things. The random questions that you answer and send along to your friends so that they can learn your secrets....

1. What time do you get up?
8am Mon/Thurs/Fri, 6am Tues/Wed, whenever I want on weekends (and I'm usually trained for early, so by 9 or so)

2. If you could eat lunch with one famous person, who would it be?

3. Gold or silver?
Neither... platinum! (if it has to be gold or silver, then silver)

4. What was the last movie you saw at the theater?
I think it was LOTR Return of the King. So awesome. But I had to pee halfway through and didn't want to leave.

5. Favorite TV shows?
The Apprentice, Friends, Law & Order, sometimes Will & Grace when Grace isn't too annoying. West Wing (I only have 1-1/2 channels)

6. What do you have for breakfast?
Either eggs in some incarnation, or yogurt & fruit, or oatmeal, pecans dates & evaporated milk.

7. Who would you hate to be stuck in a room with?
Dubya or Ashcroft. Especially if I have some kind of weapon and I wouldn't get caught.... (wait, then I would love to be in a room with BOTH of them!)

8. Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

9. What inspires you?
Success, the future. Money.

10. What is your middle name?

11. Beach, city or country?
Country, although I like the other two options in moderation. After a while, the beach gets boring and the city gets stifling.

12. Favorite ice cream?
This depends on the phase of the moon, the position of my astrological sign, what I'm in the mood for. Pretty much any flavor, but I do love the classic vanilla ice cream with fudge, whipped cream, and almonds delightfulness.

13. Butter, plain or salted popcorn?

14. Favorite color?
Black, reds, blues, greens, purples.

15. Favorite car?
Not important enough to me to have a favorite, just as long as it goes.

16. Favorite sandwich filling?
Can't eat sandwiches, too many carbs. If they weren't a problem, then a good roast beef on a roll with lettuce, tomato, cheese, mayo, a little S&P. Or my mom's tunafish. Or, if I'm feeling particularly trashy, peanut butter (smooth) and fluff or grape jelly on white squishy bread. Or leftover Thanksgiving turkey on sourdough with stuffing, cranberry, mayo and lettuce. Or a fresh mozzarella on italian with olive oil and tomatoes and pesto.... SOMEBODY STOP ME!

17. What characteristic do you despise in a person?
Ignorance (why is this question limited to one answer??? There's more that I despise than just ignorance, but that's the number 1)

18. Favorite flower?
Anything but lilies. They make me sneeze.

19. If you won the lottery, how long would you wait to tell people?
About 15 seconds.

20. Fizzy or still water?
Fizzy with lemon & lime - like a Sprite sans sugar!

21. What color is your bathroom?
Soft purple-y grays (2 shades). And really ugly linoleum.

22. How many keys are on your key ring?
On my full-time key ring, I think there are: 2 car keys, a house key, a safe key, and a bike key. I also have a "Boston only" key ring with 8 keys on it.

23. Where would you like to retire?
When can I do this?
I don't know, I like Vermont, so probably here, although I would love to travel and spend extended amounts of time in Europe.

24. Can you juggle?

25. Favorite day of the week?

26. Red or white wine?
Red when it's winter, white when it's summer (although this is not a hard and fast rule)

27. What did you do for your last birthday?
Some good friends came to visit and we hung around the house, ate great food, went snowshoeing and went to another friend's house for a delicious dinner.

28. Do you carry a donor card?
Yes, on my license. And I have a blood donor card too.

29. Say something nice about the person that sent this to you.
Cooter is wonderfully intelligent, compassionate and fun, and has been a friend for a lot of years. I don't know what I would do without her.

30. Who do you least expect to send this back to you?
Becky P, because she's on vacation, maybe Nini? Bonnie, because she's about to have a baby. Lucia because she has a baby.

31. Person you expect to send it back first?
Becca, because it's Friday and I know she's ready for the weekend (since Tuesday!)


Thursday, March 18, 2004


What is wrong with this country? In addition to having a moron in the highest office, lying about everything his entire administration has done and is doing, we as a nation are also praising the plagarist, dishonest, money-grubbing actions of one Jayson Blair, who not only compromised the integrity of this nation's finest news source, The New York Times, but is being rewarded financially with a book deal. Does anyone want to buy this crap? Will you believe anything in it? I'm not even going to link to his book, I'm so pissed off. Why are we making him an example of what is acceptable now? I'm equating acceptable with book deals and financial gain and status. He should be drummed out of the industry, with all backs turned toward him, not rewarded for lying. And, he blames it on mental illness. Right. Wouldn't you, if you had a lick of sense, and knew that you were a compulsive liar, say, "hmm, it might not be a good idea for me to become a journalist, because I can not present a neutral ground on this or any story because I am a compulsive liar?". Did his illness just manifest when he was hired at the Times? Give me a friggin break. That's like saying "I'm fat because I have a mental illness and I can't resist Ben & Jerry's so I have to eat it 3 meals a day." No, I'm fat because I can't resist B&J, so I avoid going to their stores. Mental illness has NOTHING to do with it.

Blair was on 60 Minutes a couple of weeks ago and Morley Safer was totally giving him shit throughout the interview. Basically, the 60M interview was to show was a complete ass Blair is. I can't agree more.

I am so pissed off!

Sorry for the rant, I just had to get it out in the ether. It makes me so mad when this country rewards dishonesty with positions of presidency and big-time book deals.


Thursday, March 11, 2004

Jennifer "Danger" Powers

I was so awesome last night.
I totally kicked some ass.
So, I'm in Boston (usually I'm here Tuesday & Wednesday, but there is a big schmoozefest tonight [Thursday] in the form of a book show and, while I would rather be home with my honey and my furry four-legged children, I am obliged to go and mingle so I've spent Wednesday & Thursday of this week down here). I was invited by some co-workers who are also "knitiots" to go to their knitting group. They had given me a gift certificate for my birthday, too, so I had an excuse to use it. So I used the g.c. on some lovely indigo colored hand-spun yarn for a scarf for Mr. G. and then a-knitting we went. It was fun to see all their knitting ladies and there were like a hundred (ok, more like 13) people there. So we knitted for a couple of hours, gossiped, etc. It was fun.

Then my co-workers and I left (I was going to drive them home).
We walk out to my car, parked a couple of blocks away.
First there was a tow-truck almost right in front of my car. I almost had a heart attack. But he was taking away another car, parked not directly in front of me, but in front of the car in front of me. OK. Heart attack put off.
BUT. The asshold parked in front of me left me something like 6", bumper to bumper. OK. Not bad, because I'm sure the guy in back.... of.... me....
I had 9" of wiggle room to get my Subaru Forester out of the spot! It was late and dark!
So I manoeuvered first to the right, then to the left. Then to the right, then to the left. My co-workers courageously tried to push the car in front of me further up. The e-brake was on. No go.
So more to the right. More to the left. You get the gist.
Sure, I bumped the bumpers. But that's what they're for, and I don't care if my car gets scratched a little. And... I got it out!
One of my co-workers said I was like Austin Powers...
I'm not sure about that, because of the lack of meat and two veg ("Me twig and berries!"), but I do agree... I was rather super-hero-ish, woman-of-mystery (at least of mysterious abilities to get out of a terrible parking job).

So that was my adventure yesterday.

And, I also haven't had sugar, potatoes, rice, pasta, bread, or flour for 6 FUCKING days. This includes chocolate. Not doing Atkins or any of that, just trying to allow my body to re-regulate itself. And that in and of itself is challenging. It's hard to not wimp out when you're in the co-op, trying to get dinner, and everything has pasta in it. Or there is bread EVERYWHERE.
I am definitely going to get a superhero award for that.

By the way... the notify list hasn't been working. I don't know what to do to fix it. I am a little bit slow when it comes to technology.

I'm off to the schmoozefest. Fun fun! Free drinks (but I have to drive home.... can't have too much fun!)


Friday, March 05, 2004


1. All I can say is, GOODBYE Omarosa!!!! That should have been done WEEKS ago, you bitch! (Disclaimer: I'm sure she's a nice person and all, but I just could not handle her "my shit doesn't stink" attitude any more.) (For those of you going, "huh?" I'm talking about last night's The Apprentice

2. This is three (3) postings in three (3) days. Pretty damn good.

I'm off to the doctor's with Mr. G. Our annuals. Fun. Love the speculumn.


Thursday, March 04, 2004


I had a bad, bad day yesterday. I don't know if I just woke up wrong or if it's because my normal schedule of going to Boston got screwed up this week or what, but I was a raving Bitch-with-a-capital-B. Seriously. And the day just kept getting worse. I yelled at Mr. G. because work has been slow (like it's his fault) and the phone's not ringing as much as I would like. I've been doing the spec-dance with regard to a bunch of books, can't get the specs right, can't get the right quote, back with revised specs. Can't get the right quote, remind printer of revised specs. Printer doesn't call back or (for the advanced), printer calls back to up-sell and still can't get the specs on their quotes right. Repeat until you're ready to throttle someone, even if you have to reach through the phone lines and grab them that way. And, to top it all off yesterday, I spilled a GD bowl—oh, yes, it was a nicely full bowl—of reheated couscous all over not just my lap, but also the couch and the floor. I know, I shouldn't be eating on the couch (and since Mr. G. and I are still childless, that's where we eat unless we're entertaining) but for god's sake. Couscous. The food equivalent of cat litter. Don't forget, it was cooked and then reheated. So that means I couldn't sweep it up, or else it would smear all over the floor and leave a couscous trail. I had to get the vaccuum out and suck it up (believe me, I was sucking it up!), granule by friggin granule. I did get to have a little hissy-fit and screamed a little and threw my book across the room (I read while I eat, I am a master multi-tasker). So that was fun (?). Then I made myself take a nap. I woke up better.

I did have fun last night though, my friend M. and I went to the local stich n bitch. It was fun to work on our projects with some other ladies. I've got to start one in my town though, since I'm not here Wednesdays usually. Then we got chinese take-out and watched the Simpsons.

I have to end this post, I'm downloading a huge file and it's causing a delay on my screen as I type and it just drives me crazy.

In closing- watch out for the damn couscous!


Wednesday, March 03, 2004


I would like to offer congratulations to Erin and Mimi and Wendy for their book deals, and I would also like to tell you all that I am JEALOUS as all hell!!! I know I don't have nearly the time "logged" in and the archives, etc etc for scoring my own book deal. But you must know that I am someone who would love to be a writer. I have a book of poetry, a "how-to" book, and about 6 novels floating around in various stages on my computer. I really want to be a writer, and score a big deal like the Nanny Diaries ladies or someone like that and just never have to work again. I've got a lot to do, before that happens. Seriously, though, I am very excited for these three ladies, and hope to join your ranks as a published author someday. I doubt it will happen in this "blog-wave" of book deals. Publishers tend to hop on a trend (right now, I think it's Ghetto-themed novellas, blog-books, and DaVinci-code type mysteries; you will note that The Briget Jones books spawned a whole host of dingy-with-bad-habits-but-loveable British heroines such as Shopaholic, the "I Don't Know How She Does It" main character, etc and those seem to be fading little by little). I don't profess to be an expert at knowing what is going to sell, and what is going to be trendy, etc. I just work in publishing and read the happenings in the industry. And who knows? Maybe I'll self-publish my own book(s) some day. I've got the know-how, it's just the publicity part that I would need help with.


Business has been a tad slow lately, and I am trying to not have a coronary. We did have a good meeting yesterday with some slate people, and we have another meeting soon with another client (but my headache this morning is taking up too much space for me to remember who it is we're meeting with).

I didn't have to go to Boston this week, because of Vermont's hallowed tradition of Town Meeting. It is a great chance to get together and say "Yay" or "Nay" and vote on town-specific things. Amazingly, we passed our school budget, our town budget, and everything else with nary a quarrel! It was stunning. The entire meeting just floated along smoothly: there were no incidents of fist-shaking or threats to sue the town (there was that a couple of years ago by the town bad-guy). We also had our primary yesterday. No, I did not vote for Bush-lite. But I'm not saying who I voted for.

For something fun, you really should go to this. I scored a 109. I am an 80s GODDESS!!!

I am feeling a little under the weather today. Headache, sore throat, lots of mucus. Disgusting. I might go get back into bed after I finish up some fun things that are work-related.

Tonight, I go with my friend M. who just moved up here to the local weekly stitch-n-bitch. I am very excited. Unfortunately, they have them on Wednesdays, and since that is the night that I am usually coming back from Boston, I can not attend on a regular basis. However, I might just start my own, on Monday nights. We'll see. I am more than half-way done with baby blanket #3. It is tres cute.

It's not Friday or Saturday and I'm posting... so there! Maybe you'll get a blog two times this week from me, you lucky devil!