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Joan Walsh

Joan Walsh
Location
San Francisco, California, US
Birthday
September 18
Title
Editor in chief
Company
Salon Media Group
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I'm Salon's editor. I'm Nora's mom. I'm Sadie's...person/slave. And I'm your friend!

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MAY 30, 2008 11:48PM

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Since we're in beta, we're learning a lot, and one thing I'm learning is that if I'm gonna be everyone's friend, and my last blog post is going to show up on your home page, I really can't leave the same post sitting there for a week or more. But I did this week, and I'll try not to do it again!

I had an excuse, as I let everyone know in my last post. And just briefly: The graduation was terrific, the graduate was gorgeous and very, very happy, the party was great, my visiting family behaved very well, it all was lovely. Now it's back to real life, and here's the real kick in the ass: I realize, it's endless summer for me, and I really don't like it! Now that I don't have to wake up and help get Nora to school,  I don't have to wake up until I feel like it. Luckily, I feel like it, generally, early enough to get to work, but not early enough to go to the gym and/or read the New York Times or get a jump on email or...really, do anything besides shower and get dressed.)

 This is going to be a problem. For 15 years, since she started preschool,  I had getting Nora up early to shape my morning and order my slacker life. Every summer I've struggled to stick with my exercise and news routine and mostly failed, but I've known September (really late August here in California) would get me back in shape. But now I'm on my own, permanently.

 It's OK. I've enjoyed being a slacker this week, I deserved  a break. But what happens next?

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Buy a guinea pig. The little bugger will start squealing for food as soon as the light hits the horizon. It will certainly get you up early enough to work out or anything else you need to do. It will get you up at the butt crack of dawn.

All joking aside, you are starting to make me nervous. I've been looking forward to my empty nest. But the more you blog the more I realize that much of my motivation to be normal and do stuff like get up in the morning has to do with having kids I need to get up in the morning. Left to my own devices I will likely will sleep until noon.

Perhaps I should stick the youngest in a box to keep them from growing up and convince them that they are perpetually a child? Then I won't have to self-motivate for just myself. Or maybe adopt a whole colony of cavies.
I am a year ahead of you. My only child graduated last year and went off to college. My boyfriend/partner and I are both self-employed and while we do have to make sure our work hours overlap somewhat with those of the responsibly employed, we have way too much leeway. And it shows. We now stay up until midnight--or later. I haven't yet mastered the art of sleeping in reliably, though, so I don't always get enough sleep. But hey, I can nearly always take a nap!

"What comes next" will probably surprise you. I advise just going with the flow, for a while at least. It is the first opportunity you have had in at least 15 years to see what happens when you are free to just see what happens. And if nothing else, the process will give you something to write about so your thousand or so open-salon friends won't get tired of seeing that stale old post.
In my area there is "Wai Lana Yoga," in the very early wee hours of the morning on one of our PBS stations. Even if you don't want to do what she is doing... the program is beautiful to watch: her costumes, the settings (whether water or desert), the music. You might find her somewhere on satellite or cable. (Full disclosure: I haven't been watching her for some time now, but just knowing that she's there is helpful.)
Because I'm into using a personal trainer at a gym, I believe everyone should do that. Just pay for the sessions in advance. That way, you'll force yourself to go work out.

You might even meet some interesting people at the gym too -- maybe somebody that would like to walk on the beach with you and go to concerts and stuff like that. :-) Too personal? Sorry.
Hey, thanks everybody! Arlene, don't let me make you nervous. Yet. J.D., the thing is, I love going to the gym, I've even met people there! But I only love it when I'm there. When I'm in bed and not there yet, I can't even imagine what anyone would like about it. (My YMCA, across from Global Salon HQ, looks out on the San Francisco Bay, and the Bay Bridge, and I see seals swimming around in the morning. So it's ridiculous not to want to get there, but...often, I don't.)

Paying a trainer might be a good idea, except...I'm a curmudgeon. Working out is alone time. But come September, I'll have plenty of alone time, so that might work.
Get out of town! I used to use that YMCA when ever I was in S.F. on business back in the day! It's the one just south of Market on Steuart Street, right? There's a really neat old hotel right by there too, the Griffon! Oh man. The Griffon. What a cool hotel.

Is it true that this particular YMCA is the one the Village People sang about? I always liked to think so, even though it didn't seem that overtly gay when I was there.
It's a small world after all. Ain't it?
Yes, J.D., that's the one. It doesn't seem terribly gay to me, but...I live in San Francisco. It is really a beautiful space. At 7, you get all the financial district kick-ass people; at 8, when I usually go, it's quiet and terrific; at 9, you get an aqua aerobics class that draws in senior women and lots of Russians and Chinese, I love that hour too.
Lunch at the Griffon someday Joan. Forget Starbucks.
Absolutely, Stellaa...it's been such a gift.

J.D., that restaurant changes annually, but we'll go to it, whatever it is.
Stealing a neighbor's morning paper can start the day good and early but isn't good long term. To elude detection, you end up sneaking further afield until petty theft becomes just another occupation. Either that or you turn to free publications and that sense of unsatisfied remorse upon returning home.
So Tyler, you're the one who swiped my Morning Globe!
Nice to know
I see I missed your tasty kitty.
Oh but you were seen; four pairs of eyes and an astounding number of nooks from which to lurk.
The cats here have dossier on everything that moves around at night.
Re: The Griffon restaurant. Yeah, it's only in dreams that things stay the same, the way you remember them. Sometimes it's best to not go back to some places that were special. They were special because of who you were with, and maybe who you were, not what the place was. London's West End is like that for me. I've been back a couple of times since the mid-1980s and all I see are the ghosts of things that used to be. It's enough to give me the blues. I want to remember it back when.

So it's Starbucks then Joan. That place never changes! :-)
I guess I'm surprised to hear that your job doesn't demand that you be up and at the office at a given hour everyday. Maybe you should do a "Day in the Life of the Salon Editor" blog post?!
Nora graduated?! Holy moly, Joan.
Joan,, I have something that might cheer you up. While reaching into the garage storage for a suitcase, I found my old baseball pennant collection. I have one with your name on it if you'd like to have it. San Francisco Giants, the coloring is black, orange, and white with the word "Giants" emblazoned on a green baseball diamond. Email me if you're interested. I need to get rid of some stuff.
You'll be fine, oh yeah Joan
You will talk upon the phone
To your daughter far away
Who will tell you of her day
It will almost be the same
As when she lived in your same
Household where you watched her grow
Bigger than a run-on sentence by Conanson, Joe

Now you can concentrate on your editing
And all the projects you were forget-eting
Once again you'll be Salon's greatest hero
And fight back the machinations of Walter Shapiro
With your thorough command of language
You'll deftly avoid the users' haranguage
And much less frequently will they pillory
You over your defenses of campaigning Hillary

Joan Walsh's sublime verbiage will relaim top slot
And be regarded as a punditocracy bon mot
Worthy of saving and printing out to carry in a wheelbarrow
To show and shame and impress Joe Scarborough
Whose cell-phone texts will be full of humility
At your vocabulary's rhetorical agility

So the next time you question Reverend Wright
And praise Hillary's glorious will to fight
Remember that just because you're tall
And just because you're a regular on Hardball
Doesn't mean you can make an issue
Of the tears you cried into a tissue
While watching your daughter get a diploma
Because we still expect you to support Obama
What Stellaa said. It was a great post, and I apologize for not being able to slog through the 400+ comments, most of which are just more of the same old vitriolic criticisms that have been appearing for months now. I have my own mental health to consider, after all.

What I really don't get is how all of those Obama fans can go on and on about what a unifying presence he is (and I mostly agree) while they themselves do just about everything possible to alienate Clinton's coalition. I didn't even start out in it (Clinton's coalition). I wanted Dodd first. Then Edwards. Then it could have been a toss-up between Clinton and Obama, except for Matthews, et al. on MSNBC, and all of the rest of it... I'm over 50, so I just couldn't ignore it. I remember things that a lot of them don't.

You must be racking up an awful lot of karma points...
Wow, we do need a better system for notifying us when there are new comments!

First things first: pretend_farmer, thank you, I would love that. XH, all is forgiven, this is hilarious. Stellaa, thank you, it's been really, really hard, as you know. I've gone weeks without reading my letters. ktm, thanks, it's been wonderful to have you on Open!