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July 14th, 2009
05:34 pm - I love you, Charles Darwin...
Finished The Origin of Species today...
Including the glossary... just because.
I am inspired. Its actually a very beautiful work,... the organization and serial reasoning is done so very well... with so much information instilled, of course the work is dry.. but his conclusions are usually well-stabled within multiple scientific walls like chemistry, botany, geology, biology, and genetics and very... almost excrutiatingly, detailed arguments.
And the few questions he has trouble answering (although, still answers.. quite succinctly thanks to having advanced reasoning skills) were solved by the discovery of things like the plate tectonics and Mendal's experiments...
There was even a hint in his work about him theorizing that throughout one's lifetime of fertility, that different aspects of your genetic makeup may be passed on to the offspring, causing an even greater chance of mutation and diversity even within a single bloodline... which is EXACTLY what the new understanding about genetic allels is teaching us.
I've been quietly reading it for the last month or so whenever I had a hankering,.. and now that I'm done, feel like polishing an apple on my shirt while punching Ben Stein (among others) in the face repeatedly.
Anyone want to join me?
I should finally finish Matt Ridley's "The Origin of Virtue" and pick up "The Red Queen"...
Ooh,.. and do I STILL have "The Life of a Cell"? I THINK I returned all of Steve's books, but now I had better check to make sure. What an ass I am!
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I've been thinking (and talking) about looks and attraction lately...
although its always been a common topic of discussion in general over the years.
Anyways,.. I think I have come to the personal conclusion that the very simple fact that I have never been interested in bearing children, ever... is a strong clue as to why other people's physical attractiveness isn't at all that important to me.
Why would I be cued to look for good genes when I'm also lacking the cue to pass on my own genes?
Sure, I find attractiveness.. attractive, thats like saying 'things that taste good.. taste good'.
But liking how someone looks rarely ever means a rise in my sexual desire.
Good looks plus being a nerd in a kilt talking about metallurgy...well,. you've got my attention!
Its easier to spend time looking at someone who is pleasing to look at.. thats ALL that that crap means to me.
But I LOVE bodies. Skin, hair, smell,.. reactions to touch and movement, personal gestures and habits... but the beauty of a body isn't tied so deeply with the perfection of the body as it is for other people I've talked to.
I know this is tied to living in my body... a very imperfect body.
Our consciousness is MUCH more our humanity than our bodies are... so what do I care for bodies beyond their ability to sustain and continue life,.. to sustain and continue consciousness, to sustain and continue humanity?
My body lets my brain experience the world, interact with the world, move me around the world... and that is far more amazing, far more potent, far more interesting to think about people as happening to have a body... than bodies happening to have people inside.
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05:13 pm - Can I... grump?
I wasn't having a spectacular day, but it WAS a good-enough day...
Came home to yet ANOTHER letter on my door from my management company.
Not only is USING a firepit banned.. but apparently owning it and storing it by the side of my house is also banned, (along with the other "detris and debris") with threat of eviction.
Really? REALLY, people?
I have a neat stack of firewood, a neat stack of milk crates, a neat stack of lawn chairs and my firepit on the non-street view side my house figuring that I am allowed to use the outside of my house, too.. like a NORMAL person, ESPECIALLY if I keep it nice and neat.
No such luck. Thats what I get for thinkin', yar? That's what I get for thinkin'.
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July 12th, 2009
01:19 am - Ulysses
For awhile now, I've been using my lunch break for a catnap...
Recently I started driving to the nearby park and napping on the grass in the shade.
The grass is usually just a little wet, it smells so strongly.
Friday, I was pouring my coffee.. there was a momentary waft of my coffee, Deb's toast.
I was listening to "The Origin of Species" chapter 9: Hybridism.
Today Andy came to town. We walked from my place to the AMC in the sunshine.
The afternoon was bright and comfortably hot.
The air smelled like hot asphalt, hot pavement, hot concrete, hot cars.
Downtowns are so grey & glaring in this weather.
Growing up, that was a hot summer day treat....
A summer matinee.
Soda, candy, air conditioning.
I felt nostalgia but I didn't know it doing that today.
Sitting in the chilled recirculated air, sippin on smoothies, laughing and talking with our hands,.. another hot walk back home.
My life is filled with good days.
Im worried about what is going on at work,.. money isn't as loose as I'd like it... my license may be suspended,... my car needs lots of expensive maintenance... shit isn't perfect.
Life isn't perfect,.. but maybe Im lucky because no one in my life was stupid enough to tell me it would, could or should be.
People make my life so incredible.
Thanks.
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July 9th, 2009
05:35 pm - Today was... Sublime?
Work is acting weird...
Everyone is being reorganized,.. sudden and very serious meetings about dress code policy emcee'd by the Regional manager that includes group activities to discern what level of neatness and professionalism is expected...
Also, our database crashed for a couple hours.
Ugh.
So, when it came to doing work (ie: keying/batches) I knew I needed to listen to just the right thing.
After a quiet moment... I readied myself.
I steadied myself.
I loaded up Sublime's "40oz to Freedom" and "Sublime",.. turned the volume all the way up, shoved those earbuds in my earholes and danced in my chair for the next 3 hours.
I was so right.
Last night I hung out with Tiffany and her friend Matt. Matt is a record collector, music historian and local musician. He had THE BEST bootleg concert video I have ever seen... Tool playing Gatsby's (a local bar) for a crowd of like 12 people before they got signed in 1991. Matt's band was opening up for them which is why taped it. Apparently the bassist shortly went to (and got kicked out of) Lewis and Clark high school? WTF?
The things you find out.. when you don't go looking but know cool people who care about.. things.. or something.
The Reverend Horton Heat is coming up soon... I am wiggling my ass in anticipation!
Carissa,.. we are going to come out of that place drenched and with smiles bigger than our faces.. as per usual for the likes of us at such places doing such things.
I really need to remember to hit up Bruce at Object Space. He invited me over for tea, crumpets and talk of the apocalpyse a very very long time ago.. and so far I still haven't done that.
Why in the world haven't I done that?!
There have been adventures aplenty...
But generally the "you had to be there" sort to consider them an adventure.
Maybe tonight I will rethread my serger and whip out Rashonda's puffy pants and maybe a chiton?
I doubt it.. I would rather sleep than be industrious, but... sometimes life is surprising.
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July 3rd, 2009
06:31 pm - Hardest bastard of them all...
Yesterday was frustrating....
After a half day at work I raced around for 4 hours running errands... each one less successful than the last... and each one more expensive than the last.
But, once I stopped doing THAT and starting hanging out with people my day got a lot better very fast.
Apparently unless there is an act of god, my license will be suspended for non-payment of my ticket from last year. I somehow let it slip my mind and none of my mail is quiet catching up with me yet after three moves in 9 months. Went down to pay it before the deadline for cancellation of my drivers license and the lady looked at me, "Yeah, its not suspended until the 11th.. but it was sent to collections yesterday." My options were to either write a letter to A Judge and ask for reconsideration and to be placed back on the payment schedule and for my license not to be impacted.. or I could pay off my ticket in full included fees at the private company they placed the debt with.
Ack.
So I wrote a letter to a judge, cause Im not broke, but I ain't got "money".
I remember there being a court case of the illegality of imprisonment for non-payment of fees and how people were questioning why private companies were taking over government debts so that citizens were impacted not only with having rights and privileges removed, but having their credit rating impacted for debts awarded to government agencies and not consumer non-(re)payment like other debt....
But then again, there I go thinking like a poor person who can't buy my rights and yet figure I should get them anyways. What an asshole.
Certainly a reason to have a bad day, it seems. But the day turned out ok anyways.. inspite of that hassle. Hopefully things turn out ok.
Im supposed to shower and meet Carissa and Paul in the park to watch A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum. I should probably hurry.
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July 1st, 2009
07:10 pm - You sweet bitches...
Dude, its finally happening.
Im making friends at work.
Those ladies sure are hard to reach, but at 9 months they are finally cracking and giving into my charm.
Probably because I beat them with office supplies sometimes to affirm my place in their cubical-driven heirarchy.
I got TWO awesome presents yesterday.
Two awesome presents I was planning to buy myself and instead... they were bestowed upon me.
Paul got Carissa and I tickets for Reverend Horton Heat! WOOT! If there is anything better than seeing The Heat, its seeing it with Carissa! FOR FREE! That gal picked a good ol' boy, she did.
Then, Rashonda texted me to say that she was paying for both of us to go to dance class!
HELL YEAH! I was scrimping and saving to figure out how to afford the fee,... and that sweet ass bitch actually pays for both of us!
Seriously, could I ask for better people in my life?
The neighbors have decided they want to have a block party.. since ALL of us hang out and drink with eachother already. We're gonna apply to have them close off the street and enjoy DRUNKEN URBAN CROQUET that visits everyone's yards.
I totally moved to the right place! Even though the landlord wants to crawl up my ass occasionally.. and not in a sexy way.
Not at all.
Oh, and the old neighbor dude who keeps haunting me to inform me about his theories about my neighbors... (like that one of them has AIDS and is trying to pass it to everyone)
That.. is weird.
Spent some time last night rewatching disc 1 of The Human Face.
Learning is fun! Documentaries are the best!
I also keep listening randomly to The Universe in a Nutshell, which I have on audiobook.. and I keep forgetting that I do have the unabridged A Brief History of Time hiding SOMEWHERE on my Zune to listen to.
Also... apparently This Sceptered Isle has totally overtaken my music device.
SURE.. I should have KNOWN it would.. being as how it is like 5 gigs big and how I think it has something like 180 tracks ranging from 10 minutes long to 45 minutes long covering the history of Britain from 550 BC until WWI.
I like history,.. but that is a bit much. Especially when it is textbook history of names, dates, battles, and lineage as well as political and religious context of each time.
It is getting hot.
I am very tired.
I like beer.
Any questions?
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June 30th, 2009
05:35 am - Why god is it 5am?
While I was at work yesterday, my left foot went numb and then started vibrating.
All of a sudden-like.
Then it stopped.
All of a sudden-like.
However, now that that is done and gone... the tendons along the top of my feet creak and are painful whenever they are used... which is, sort of "all the time" when it comes to activities like "walking".
Immediately made appointment. Soonest I could get? NEXT Wednesday.
Here's hoping it goes away before then!
And maybe then I could use the time to talk to The Doc and ask why my sun allergy is coming back. I think it is the Qvar... which is a super cheap asthma steroid. It makes breathing easier, now when my skin is exposed to almost any heat or sunlight (especially my arms) they retain the heat and stay red, hot and flushed with heat rash for an hour or more sometimes.
WTF? Really? Im a cripple AND I can't be in the sun or warm places at all?
Loser.
I had nothing to do, and knew I have been failing at sleep lately.
Took NyQuil when I got home from work.
Conked off around 6pm.
5am, woke up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Lovely, delicious, amazing, rejuvenating sleep.
Thank the gods.
There should be enough time in the day for me to sleep 9-10 hours every night.
I know a guy who has never needed more than 3-5 hours of sleep. Its just the way his body works.
I am definitely of the 9 hour variety,.. and it never ever happens.. because that is just too much time out of every day.
Was there news? Occurrances?
I heard of some baddies while reading The L-J...
Any good-y news? Please?
Loved dreaming all night... I can feel the difference when I dream vividly.
My worries about oversleeping and my hate of waking up to the morning alarm keeps my long dreams away... but they came and visited last night.
Thank you, dreams! I missed you.
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June 28th, 2009
11:26 pm - Power outtage...
I did 8 loads of laundry at the coin-op laundromat.
I felt like a fool.. asking lots of questions.
But, in general things got clean and dry.
Ended up with friends waiting for me at my place.
There are chits AND chats. Very conversational conversation.
Then, cleaning time. Had to put away 8 loads of laundry and reorganize my closet.
My landlord is visiting tomorrow.. the place needed to be presentable.
My cousin's birthday is tonight, but Im cleaning instead. Horrible.
As soon as things are nearly satisfactory... ready to leave for Talia's..
The power blows.
Its dusk, the whole block is dark. The neighbors start yelling.
My neighbors and I have a courtyard chat. We met the Other neighbor.
We told ghost stories and talked about government conspiracies and UFOs and the role of the Federal Reserve while playing with our feet in the grass and drinking beers.
We investigated and found out there was an accident and at least a thousand people were without power and would be until midnight.
We bullshitted. Turns out Spokane is a very small place when you talk to people.
I knew this already... but every day it surprises me when it happens.
Unknown neighbor turns out to sorta know me from high school even though he went to a different school. We will investigate this further.
Neighborly bullshitting and getting-to-know-yous.
Lots of fun, actually.
Then came inside to enjoy candlelight and silence. Be bored.
Loved it.
When the power came on, my fan suddenly seemed the noisiest thing I have ever heard. The clicks of all the devices punching into the powergrid at the same time to power their internal batteries and power status lights.
There were hoots and hollers out windows. "Wooo! Thank you!" as the power crews flashed their yellow signal lights and climbed poles and placed roadcones... or whatever it is those people do that makes crap work.
I loved the good reason to talk. Power outtages bring that out in all sorts of people who are bored without voices. Like me.
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01:39 pm - Laundry day...
My plans cancelled today.
Figured I would use the day to wash everything I own.
Sort out the winter clothes and store them so I'm not falling over piles of clothes whenever I open my closet.
Fun fact: Half of my bras smell like snickerdoodles.
I have decided there are three possible reasons for this:
1. My boobs are made of snickerdoodles.
2. I sweat snickerdoodle essence.
3. There are a number of gnomes that live in my underwears drawer that use my bras for beds and THEY are made of and/or sweat snickerdoodles.
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11:18 am - I didn't hear the bells today....
Sunday late morning mass at a nearby church usually sings me songs from its belltower.
Not today.
Woe.
Yesterday was planning to be crammed and jammed.
It was neither. It was perfect.
Slow morning. Chats with friends, cleaning, music, hygiene.
Paid off the mechanic. He told me money stories.
I have a hard time believing a grizzled half-toothless old man has seen millions come and go and come again and go again. But believing them isn't the point of sharing stories all the time.
Mark brought me a bag of strawberries from his garden.
Little perfect red juicy buds the size of the knob of your ankle at their biggest.
Best strawberries I've had in years.
Danny came over, too.
Have I mentioned how much I really really love having a social house?
I fed them food and beer. We chatted long.
As they left, my pocket rings. Carl.
I drive the freeway to meet him at the bar in Denny's out at Geiger. He hands me a beer as I get there. We had already talked out most of our problems the other day over the phone.
Rashonda and Carl are still fighting.
Fighting a silent battle of wills and burning "grr" ness.
Blah. At least everyone who Carl misinformed about my assholeishness has gone around and informed everyone that it was HIS assholeishness and correctly informed them about my awesomeness. That is an adequate mend.
Also: No hippies at all yesterday. That was nice.
But their dog is shitting in my yard... which is why the landlord assumes I have a dog.
Crap.
Literally.
Crap.
Time keeps going fast.
My feet hurt, yo.
My foot hurts, yo. I have come to the conclusion that I have indeed seriously injured my left foot.. and that walking on it is bad.
My toe-walking got worse the last couple years... and I think the position finally put enough stress on my footy-bones to break me.
Oops.
I'm still watching the pink roses bloom that Tiffany brought me arranged in a Crown Royal bottle. She's the tops.
I've only gotten flowers once from a guy. A sad, wilted and crumpled carnation half-wrung to death before it even got to me.
Chicks bring me flowers a couple times a year.
Choosing your sexuality sure would be easier than genetic determination of gender identity and sexual desire. I have lots of lesbian friends... I put my fists under my chin and sit forward. "Tell me how you know sex is over when you're a lesbian..." and I make big round wet doe-eyes to urge them on.
-"Well,.. it, doesn't really END. You just have sex until you both fall asleep or are both too hungry to continue. Life is merely a break from sex."
Then I sign heavily, wistfully.
I wipe a tear from my eye. "Tell me again."
Life plain ol' feels good.
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June 27th, 2009
01:29 pm - You know me...
Chatting with one friend in a chat window while emailing another friend and texting yet another.
The digital age is amazing and helps me avoid using the phone for its designed purpose.
I approve.
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June 25th, 2009
06:12 pm - Dosido your neighbor...
Last week Talia and I went to Contradancing, this week I dragged Carissa and Tiffany.
Some guy got me swinging so fast, he picked me up.
Last week Ryan picked me up, and went in for a second attempt later.
Dude.
Fat girls like the ground.
Sure, I think its a quaint and romantic picture in my head to be literally whisked off my feet or carried by some big strong man to take me off to do some big strong manly things to me.
But, the instantaneous thoughts when guys try that is:
"NO! GROUND! I MISS YOU!"
and
"I DONT WANT TO BREAK YOU!!"
This means that I drop all my weight into my ass and legs, flail, yelp and possibly burp out a profanity of some sort to punctuate my uncomfortableness.
Just thought I would tell you that.
You might think you want a fat girl to sit on your lap or you might feel inclined to pick her up.. sure, you're a big strong man, and fat girls need love too. That's all good and well.. but fat girls are terrified and horrified by such things.
Or at least, I am.
I think I have a hairline fracture in my left foot.
I think it comes from the odd way I sit at work.. it hurts.
Oh well?
*limp**limp**limp*
Been busy.
It sure feels like it at least.
Planning for Autumn War.
You comin', Ma?
Rashonda and I traipsed to the nearest discount fabric store. (ie: WalMart) and got her the makings for two (2) linen chitons, one (1) natural cotton chemise, one (1) pair of dance pants in white/metallic copper stripes and one (1) bodice.
The bodice is a task, but everything else can be made in a one-day spree if necessary.
For myself I am planning one (1) 4 paneled circle skirt in cornflower blue silk/wool suiting, one (1) natural cotton chemise, and, if I am feeling fantastic one (1) new bodice or corset. I have 3 planned... so.. yes?
I got 6 weeks.
Luckily the steampunky kids I met are sorta... weird.
I mean.. even too weird for ME.
So no need to hurry on the steampunk stuff until after Scadian season.
Mmm,.. Event...
Also, if I make any/all of that for Rashonda and she ends up not coming, I will kill her.
You muddling through ok?
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June 23rd, 2009
08:17 pm - Also...
I wish I could draw,...
I can sketch out my design ideas but they are just a way to record the ideas.
Record them for me. My way.
I am always so horrified when anyone sees them.
Ahh! No! Don't look at that!
Yet, I am fairly proud of my life drawing skills when I'm drunk enough to think of it.
The wee sculpty doggums I made o-so-long ago got half-squashed before I could give him the final touches and send him away as a gift.
Although it was going to be a surprise gift, I feel I still owe it to her.
Maybe I should try sculpting again?
I am getting more obsessed with music, too.
Banjo stuff keeps coming up.. and I want it. I want to play the banjo ever-so-bad.
And the bass,.. and concertina... and tin whistle..
Where IS my clarinet?
But, music always thwarts me. I give up too easily.
Then I want to draw.
Then I don't.
Then I want to sing.
Then I don't.
Then I want to write.
Then I don't.
Then I want to learn an instrument.
Then I don't.
Then I want to learn a language.
Then I don't.
("don't" being defined as, "give up when I get frustrated at my crappiness at said skill")
Um, and yes.. I AM still procrastinating from my work that I don't want to do.
Why do you ask?
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07:38 pm - Procrastinating... as per usual....
Today it was pink sweet pea blossoms.
I put them in my hair.
Wednesday it was seeing a mock orange with puddles in the petals.
I already had a crimson velvety primrose behind my ear, so I spared it.
Day lillies out front.
My calla lillies still alive.
Lavender, too.
I could curl up and think all day.
Think. Think. Think.
Sadly, that is never allowed, even on the slowest of easy days.
For a week, I'd like to think, think, think.
Mull, muse,... if only I could also simultaneously mentholate, menstruate, and palpitate.. the world would be mine.
Yes?
No.
That is silliness.
Reading "Pygmy" by Chuck Palahniuk.
Hate it.
Reading "Dragon Seed" by Pearl S. Buck.
Love it. L-uhv it.
A friendly blogger was right,.. "Siddartha" is not a very good book.
The writing was pleasant enough.. but maybe the message would have not fallen so flat on my ears if I had read it in the 1930s or before I learned about religion in non-Christian forms.
I remember liking "Demian",.. and "Steppenwolf". On the other hand, I judge most prose against the breathtaking beauty and unraveling simplicity of Nabokov and few can impress in light of such a comparison, so I can't remember much beyond, "It wasn't bad" and "There were beautiful lines" once in awhile.
I still have "The Origins of Virtue" by Matt Ridley, even though I finished it years ago.
Don't let me forget to return it to you now that I have finally remembered.
There is work.
Then commute.
Then a-doin's a-plenty.
Putting off the finaly polish on my current local music collection for The Girls.
I have neglected doing so out of spite and laziness... but now its almost too late.
Eep!
I find it hard to be as passionate as I would like about the whole thing.
There are so many skids due to personality conflict. I keep my face out of that bullshit.
I am there if they need me and in the background I will do other things.
Bide and procrastinate... among other bits and pieces.
Within my friends there was a frooforah,.. perhaps even a hullabaloo or brouhaha. It's so very hard to judge this sort of thing.
It will pass.. or I will stab it in the eye. Drama has but these two choices from me.
Been watching The Simpsons season 4 non-stop for weeks on end.
Just can't get enough.
I just can't get enough.
I love the commentary. The writers, directors and animators really worked hard on every episode.. and even on every joke and it shows. My heart = yours.
Good like a cool swallow of water.
Among other things.
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June 20th, 2009
04:22 am - And you?
After my post I took a quick nap then jetted off to Hannah's graduation party.
I ate, talked with people, walked the garden and listened to some music. (I have been networking with folk musicians like MAD lately!)
Went to the Viking to meet Carissa, her two brothers and some of their friends.
Played shuffleboard, ate popcorn.
Went off to Jeff's housewarming party.. chilled for a little bit. VERY nice place!
I climbed the front porch.
No rain.
I went inside and 30 seconds later, two people from the porch came in.
"IT IS RAINING CATS AND DOGS OUT THERE!"
Yes, yes it was.. in the hyperbole metaphor whatever way.
When I left, the lightning was amazing.
I was taking my external harddrive to the studio to finish some editing work.
Got DRENCHED in my run from the car to the studio door.
Door was locked with a new code.
I got soaked through in about 3 minutes. Maybe less.
Got the new door code, did my music stuff and ended up chatting in the parkinglot till a peek of dawn light reminded us to get the fuck out of there.
Im making rice to go with leftover stew.
The rain just started again.
Can't complain about a day like today.
Or yesterday.
And hopefully tomorrow.
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June 19th, 2009
05:07 pm - Sunshine on my shoulders,...
Its overcast and there are random sprinkles..
But my mood,..
My mood just WON'T come down.
This is not a complaint.
This is a validation of a long time I spent being unhappy and not even realizing it.
I have down times... down days...
But in general.. I am elated. This is my every day state of being and has been for months and months and months. And every day seems better.
There is warm sun, green grass and lots of time with lots of friends.
I am getting my confidence back.
A certain brand of confidence I nearly forgot I had.
A confidence that helped me be a bolder, happier, better person once upon a time.
A confidence that is helping me be a bolder, happier, better person now.
Its still nerve-wracking to access, though. Being bold is scary... and awesome.
Andy got back into town last night from his stay in Chiapas, Mexico.
I got goodies! YAY! GOODIES!
Got to see Ryan last night after his graduation in the short hours before he left for Seattle to start classes Monday. (Finals and graduation on Thursday, class starts 300 miles away 3 days later.. ack!)
Been seeing everyone. Phone has been blowing up.
I love it just as much as I love when people leave me alone and no one making demands.. where I can stay home and be quiet.
Reading "Dragon Seed" by Pearl S. Buck and "Pygmy" by Chuck Palahniuk (Birthday gift from Carissa!)
Mom also got me a Tudor costuming book. My friends... you are lovely people.
Im still ignoring TV.. or at least trying to.
Got LOTS of shows coming up...
I have officially got on the Modest Mouse train, and will be buying tickets for their upcoming show. Also playing soon? Les Claypool, The Reverend Horton Heat (AHH! CARISSA! MUST GO!!) and apparently half of the guys from The Zombies are.. playing stuff.
Hopefully music OF The Zombies? I can only hope.
Made possibly my prettiest stew ever last night. The gravy came out SO amazingly beyond perfect.
I have also learned that a 5lb roast is THE MAXIMUM my crockpot can handle. Gave a bunch of meat and what was left of Rashonda's birthday whiskey to the neighbor. He broke his collarbone and has no health insurance so he's sort of shit out of luck for the upcoming surgery its going to take to remove a grinding bone fragment and to have it set with a pin.
Someone should remind me why single-payer healthcare is "the next step to bring about a communist and fascist state"... because I just see a guy without money who is choosing to sell his legally procured painkillers (for a very painful condition!) on the black market to pay for his xrays and ER visit. Saddest thing I have heard in awhile.
Nap, then graduation party, then work at the studio.
Tomorrow? Overtime, then studio work, then Homegrown show...
After that, perhaps a BBQ,.. or bar hopping. We're unsure.
Maybe.. BOTH! WOOT!
Sunday? Sunday will be an odd duck. I dont know what Sunday has in store for me..
But every day has been awesome.
Every day has been incredible.
I can't stop smiling.
No one is responsible for it, I am just loving life.
Even though my landlords and property management people are VERY snoopy and SORTA dickfaces right now.
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June 18th, 2009
02:02 am - Smile? Smile.
Things I liked about today:
Woke up 10 minutes early.
Had a very productive, well paced day at work.
I rocked out, a lot.
There was a rain storm.
And a thunder storm.
And a lightning storm.
And then there was a rain, thunder and lightening storm.
The lightning made the radio fizz for a second. The raindrops were huge and fat.
Warm.
Everything was so wet it smelled like a lake.
The rain looked like some sort of sparkly gown under bright lights.
Met a friend. Shopped. Gabbed. Said the word, "cute" a lot. Giggled.
Showered. Put on a costume for no reason.
Went to Contra dancing. My cousin was already there.. all others bailed.
It was hot and humid and so much fun. One in particular was pretty friggin spectacular of a dance.
Visited my cousins new place.
Walked home. Made it home before another downpour, but after dark.
Bought food, cleaned house, had unexpected visitors to hang out with, began cooking...
Could this all be one day?
What a great day!
Yesterday was a great day, too.. even though my weird old neighbor insinuated that my neighbor had AIDS and was trying to give it to everyone.. uh, at or least that was The Gist as I heard it.. but old men use weird euphemisms so as not to offend me.
Yeah, I know.. weird. Don't even ask. I have no idea.
Tomorrow is a jam packed day, too. Meet friends upon coming home from work, jet off to graduation, go to party, pick up airport victim, get in some editing time.
At least Im taking Friday off!
4 Day Week!
4 Day Week!
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June 12th, 2009
12:22 am - There just aren't enough hours in the day...
Wiped.
But can't ever convince myself to get a FULL night of sleep lately, it seems.
Busy weekend,.. but very fun.
Next weekend will be busy, too.
Apparently you can buy ship captain hats at 50% Card Shop.
Guess who has two thumbs and is going to make everyone call her "Cappy" all weekend?
THIS GAL! *Fonzie's herself*
AY!
*elbows jukebox*
*breaks it irrepairably*
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June 10th, 2009
09:38 pm - I have decided today that...
I like:
Talky cats and/or polydactyl cats.. but this is nothing new.
I do not like:
The smell of the bathrooms at work... which smell like fruit punch air freshener, some horrible chemical and coffee-infused urine. This is also nothing new.
The end.
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