Sunday, January 22, 2017


Bad Friend discerning whether a message rising within is for worship, worship sharing, the Association of Bad Friends Facebook group or the dustbin of history.

Consider the phrase " thin-skinned small-fingered Cheeto."

Does God call one to unpack all the sociolinguistic, physiological, and political entanglements of this phrase out loud and likely at length during Meeting for Worship?

Is there ANYTHING about this phrase that constitutes looking for that of God in an individual, say the elected occupant of the Oval Office?

Seeking minds do want to know but MAY be distracted by the question "What kind of leader announces in a press conference that his country has the best prostitutes in the world.

Oh Lord bless us and keep us....

Memorial January 29, 2 pm: Cristina Taran

The RantWoman department of proper celebrations for Departed Friends sincerely offers the following invitation:

A memorial will be held for Mow the Lawn Friend on Sunday January 29 at 2 pm at RantWoman's Meeting.

Mow the Lawn Friend lived a long and colorful life of activism and commitment and probably outlived many people who knew her well, but RantWoman invites anyone curious about her life to join us for the memorial. Even if you never met Mow the Lawn Friend. there should be some wonderful and inspiring stories, and hopefully many laughs especially if there are some people who remember her jokes more completely than rantWoman does.

And if the idea of going to a memorial for someone you never met sounds a little out there but you are still a little bit curious, RantWoman would be happy to put you to work tending to coffee and refreshments!

Monday, January 9, 2017

Mental Hiccup

Meeting for Worship for Business produced much meaningful data in Worship sharing.

Not to mention bad friend mental hiccups.

One Friend: "My inner 4-year-old  wants ...out Out OUT!"

RantWoman, instantly in bossy older sister mode mentally cues Mick Jagger "You can't always get what you want."

Mick Jagger showed up again while RantWoman was holding Meeting for Worship for seeing what clatters out of one's head  while shopping  or on the bus

Then the Still Didn't Get the Memo Committee on Email moderation showed up with one email about a possibly harebrained approach to the problem, a phone call, a second email to a smaller recipient list, and another brainstorm that clattered out of RantWoman's head while she was walking around doing something else.

RantWoman promised only one email / 24 hours on one thread and then already exceeded expectations. Sigh. The brainstorm email has to wait until tomorrow. Maybe RantWoman will even manage a phone call.

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Gratitude: Vision Collages Not civil Disobedience anymore

RantWoman sincerely thanks Vision Collage Friend for her annual gesture of Beginning of the Year reflections, generous supplies of collage materials, and tasty nourishing foods.

The Hallway side of RantWoman's door
RantWoman also thanks those who participated in the vision collage making for their presence.

RantWoman celebrates the fact that, thanks to a legal settlement RantWoman had little to do with, plastering vision collages all over her apartment door is no longer civil disobedience. RantWoman hopes this point serves as one small beacon of courage for others who need to stand up for themselves.

The Inside of RantWoman's Door
RantWoman also celebrates the fact that other years collages have more warm and cheerful backgrounds. This year, in a fit of Trumpling pique, dread, and visual impatience sorting the many image options, RantWoman wound up with collages that run heavily to green, yellow, and blue. Hold the problem in the Light especially as the Light returns and the days lengthen.

RantWoman had hoped that what would emerge would be strong images full of resolve to keep recreating what makes America great every day, to #LoveThyNeighbor, that #LoveTrumpsHate But sometimes if bilious dyspepsia is what shows up, bilious dyspepsia is what we've got. Hold that problem in the Light too.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

UnNameTag with Pronouns

Behold RantWoman's all-purpose reusable UnNameTag:

Name plus pronouns
UnNameTag Name Side
Please Tell Me your Name on one side

RantWoman's name on the other.

Now in response to a request, RantWoman's name side also has pronouns. Actually RantWoman is both a language nerd and possibly an insufferable showoff. So RantWoman included first person pronouns in all three languages she has formally studied as well as possessive pronouns for two. RantWoman ducked about the third. Cope.

Does this mean RantWoman can have completely intelligent, terminologically correct and  linguistically nuanced conversations about gender identity, transgender concerns, inclusion for people of all genders, and related topics as well in Russian or Spanish as in English?

Nope. At least not yet.

But RantWoman can probably distract / divert / digress into chatter about the psycholinguistics of gendered nouns.

Okayyyy, RantWoman but what does that have to do with our Meeting trying to have a conversation about transgender inclusion, the work done in other Meetings...?

Look, RantWoman put her pronouns on an UnNameTag she uses and reuses all kinds of places  This UnNameTag is showing signs of wear so RantWoman will shortly put pronouns on any replacement.

Beyond that RantWoman is meditating about how to engage with various announcements and emails.

RantWoman is also meditating about MAYBE possibly not flooding the world with the entire RantWoman fire hose, as distinguished from the RantWoman internal blowtorch.  RantWoman is meditating about this so at least the world gets multiple blog posts.

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Gratitude: Hanukkah, Trevor Noah

RantWoman's peculiar gratitude of the moment is to wish there were not nearly so much astounding raw material for the world's humor machines. This video is from before the election. The language is considerably less than churchly well depending on whereyou go to church. RantWoman is more than bad friend enough to laugh very hard anyway. Enjoy.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Gratitude from Junior High long ago

This moment summoned from RantWoman's past, the hoary mists of Last centruy by meandering thourgh a social media moment involving the brave modern--or not so modern--world of middle school:

One of RantWoman's odd memories from seventh grade was a girl who must have been in one of RantWoman's classes but who did not sit near enough to RantWoman to know each other well.

RantWoman has a vague memory of this girl being a bit of a stoner. RantWoman does not remember why she has this impression except for one funny momeny in a stairwell between classes or after school.

Other girl: "Wanna fight?"

RantWoman "No. (huh? we barely know each other certainly not well enough even to know whether we have anything to fight over.) "

Other girl: "Wanna smoke weed?"

RantWoman: "NO. (Don't smoke weed with strangers--probably NOT a message RantMom would have thought to offer, but nothing about the conversation made RantWoman remotely interested anyway.)

Upon sober reflection, probably just as well RantWoman did not say something like "Wanna go to the library and read Flatland?"