Archive for the ‘Me in the mundane’ Category

Wow, it’s my lucky week on Ebay!

July 27, 2011

I’ll take all the luck I can get, right now! First this smashing jacket and now

I prefer  Damsel in This Dress, as she gives treats to burners, but hot damn, I’ve been wanting one of these for years! THANKS LAZERFOX! 😉

Public Service Announcement

July 27, 2011

 – Sir Mitchell

AND my kitteh wants to be just like mama, wear flouncy things

and go to work

I made fig preserves – mom is a jam-making machine. She’s got strawberry, peach, peach pie, grape, habanero, four-pepper, her own fig…raspberry habanero…I did fig.

Still going through books…just in case I get to move far away soon.

“It’s like killing off my children,” I told Jet. Most of the philosophy books in the bathroom (Emma Goldman essays, Johnny Rotten bio, Either/Or, Bertrand Russell, etc.) are in the sell box, so here’s the new bathroom reading:

Had women’s history, feminist theory, poetry all together, now it’s split up. 

 

But I got the bookshelf nearly clear…

Even the one shelf that’s just journals going back to the third grade

I consolidated the Burning Man museum/altar on top, opened the savings bank

A dollar here, a dollar there, loose change in the pocket = $196 for travel money (cab, food, drinks at the bar while I wait two days for a flight that actually leaves…). It’s a good system, you really can save a lot just setting aside the loose bits.

Got some bites on my CL ads, and listed more on Ebay – not getting rich yet, but…hopefully it’ll be something. Even without BM I still have massive student loanage and an old, old house with two working outlets and original wiring from 1942…still no idea what to wear.  Or now, how to get to and from the airport and who I can trust to take care of my cats!!  I have LESS THAN A MONTH. I still need to buy a suitcase, for pete’s sake…let’s go back to kitteh.

My friends are taking me to Harry Potter tonight, and I’m pretty darn excited and looking forward to two solid hours of pure fantastical escapism.

July 25, 2011

“She wishes to preserve her dignity, put up a bold front. But that’s not so easy with her chest ripped open like this and her heart exposed for all to surely see; her heart, which is on fire and dripping blood.”

—Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride 

“You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,
And how, how rare and strange it is, to find
In a life composed so much, so much of odds and ends,
(For indeed I do not love it … you knew? you are not blind!
How keen you are!)
To find a friend who has these qualities,
Who has, and gives
Those qualities upon which friendship lives.
How much it means that I say this to you–
Without these friendships–life, what cauchemar!”

-T.S. Eliot (I’m watching Tom and Viv)

Friends of IRL and Internet provided some joy this weekend for which I am most grateful.

A change of scenery would be nice.

July 20, 2011

“Act, implores the Ghost of Future Regret. I shan’t give you another chance.” — David Mitchell, The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet

If there’s one thing I’ve learned from Burning Man it is that, indeed, the playa provides, the impossible happens and dreams just might come true.  But if you tell anybody I said that I’ll DENY IT TO MY GRAVE!! Thank you though, for all the encouragement, positive thinking and promises of “Welcome to the West Coast!” parties.

Y’all know I love Vitalyte

July 13, 2011

Here’s an article in Wired about the hows and why of Gatorade sucks. Long before I did the actual research it was just common sense to me that Gatorade claims, based on its ingredients, sounded far-fetched. But it’s always nice when science backs me up.

I have a phone interview for a job with BMORG. I am terrified of getting it and actually having to make changes. Especially 100% drastic, topsy-turvy, move literally across the country for a 100% new life changes. Whatever will be, will be.

Schrute Facts

I’m getting all that “what if everybody hates me and I’m stupid and fat and ugly” anxiety. What am I going to wear?? What can I pack up weeks ahead of time so that it ships in time? I hate not being entirely self-reliant. I’m testing out some pickled eggs. I want to do local boiled peanuts and pork rinds.

Regular, tamari + wasabi paste, curry

Hmmmm…..

That’s better. I’d rather serve pimento cheese sandwiches and deviled eggs and sweet tea, sigh.

I turned this

 

into some pretty cute skirts, if I say so myself. Hopefully the buyer will like the colors. It’s nerve-wracking, sewing up stuff for people you don’t know! Penny lent a hand, of course

LADY. Seriously. STOP TAKING MY PICTURE.

Something awesome happened, remember Stitch?

She came to visit me!! We spent the 4th watching Lost & Found, sitting in the river drinking beer and watching Mr. Show.

I know, I know.

I can’t help it.

She’s so cute.

And helpful.

Yet another project for someone – I ain’t done shit for myself this year!

Audrey, my usual helper (sitting right the behind the sewing machine so I can’t sew is helping, right?), got in on the hot craft action

Sewing’s very dangerous, you know.

Sunday I went tubing. It was crazy fun. Hours of lazily floating down the river, punctuated with “rapids.” Me, the don’tcallmeafratboy boyfriend, my radical faery couple and their brother, a…well, homeless guy. With a tattoo of a pegasus carrying a nekkid lady tattoo’d on his back shoulder, lines blurred by age and sun. Supplies were go

Water – frozen overnight, sunscreen and Bloody Mary. I can’t wait to go again.

 

Nothing is Easy Anymore

July 8, 2011

American: The Bill Hicks Story is good. Perhaps one of the best biographical films I’ve ever seen. Thorough and cleverly done, it’s a guaranteed must-see for fans. Due to the thoroughness, I’m not sure how much non-fans would enjoy it. I mean, because if you’re not already a fan, something is clearly wrong with you. I agree with the critic on Amazon, “The clips that are present, meanwhile, tend to favor the comedian’s angrily self-righteous rants, rather than his more accessible–and often riotously filthy–comedy routines. Those already among the converted will find this reverent look back essential, but newcomers to Hicks’s material may have some trouble seeing what the fuss is about.”

I did have that thought, “Huh, where’s all the breath-taking hilarious stuff we love him for?” Overall, however, it’s excellent.

Wilfred, not so much. “It’s a bit testosterone-laden for me…” I would like to see the original. American comedies stolen from other countries often tend to pander to the lowest co – oh hell, most everything in America panders to the lowest denominator.

Louie, of course, is great. Lucky Louie, not so much. Intentionally meant to be somewhat bad, a wooden homage to flat sitcoms like The Honeymooners, I have to think. The one episode I watched was clearly buoyed by Louie and enjoyable primarily because of my established like of him.

This morning by some wonderful stroke of luck Jeff Buckley was on the radio. It lasted most of the way to work, got me all gushy and nostalgic inside. I used to be all in love n’ shit. I reviewed that album for my college paper. BRILLIANT title, I had, “Amazing Grace.” The next song began and I thought, “Holy crap, I know this song.” It was Lungfish. The lead singer was friends with one of my roomates/friends&roomates’ band…they’re kind of famous. I guess. At least with people who have good taste in music. I miss my rock and roll life in Philadelphia.

Married, With Infidelities

July 3, 2011

My co-worker forwarded me this article. I don’t like how they align “infidelity” with non-monogamy. I miss how funny Dan Savage’s column used to be. Following are some excerpts I agree with.

Savage’s position on monogamy is frequently caricatured. He does not believe in promiscuity; indeed, his attacks on the anonymous-sex, gay-bathhouse culture were once taken as proof of a secret conservative agenda. And he does not believe that monogamy is wrong for all couples or even for most couples. Rather, he says that a more realistic sexual ethic would prize honesty, a little flexibility and, when necessary, forgiveness over absolute monogamy.

And he believes nostalgically, like any good conservative, that we might look to the past for some clues. “The mistake that straight people made,” Savage told me, “was imposing the monogamous expectation on men. Men were never expected to be monogamous. Men had concubines, mistresses and access to prostitutes, until everybody decided marriage had to be egalitar­ian and fairsey.” In the feminist revolution, rather than extending to women “the same latitude and license and pressure-release valve that men had always enjoyed,” we extended to men the confines women had always endured. “And it’s been a disaster for marriage.”

In their own marriage, Savage and Miller practice being what he calls “monogamish,” allowing occasional infidelities… “It’s not about having three-ways with somebody or having an open relationship. It is just sort of like, Dan has always said if you have different tastes, you have to be good, giving and game, and if you are not G.G.G. for those tastes, then you have to give your partner the out. It took me a while to get down with that.”

“If you are expected to be monogamous and have one person be all things sexually for you, then you have to be whores for each other,” Savage says. “You have to be up for anything.”

Shipping, movies and music

July 1, 2011

Marwencol is stunning and deserves every ounce of flawless praise it’s garnered. I woke up with Lisa Stansfield in my head, now I’m listening to Shabazz Palaces

The first lines give the best – at least most succintly encapsulating – definition of a sparkpony I think I’ve heard:

” Take a minute to think, take an hour to dress.”

Other bands I am going to check out:

Fucked up

The Body – see below

We are scientists

Jeff the brotherhood – Eh. Rock and Roll to a fault.

Puro instinct – I liked them when they were called Mojave 3/Belly/other pop-gaze 90s bands

 Shabazz palaces – like

The felice brothers – one of the more affable throwback group bands (see also: Magnetic Zeros, Old Crow Medicine Show, Avett Bros., et al)

Cass McCombs – I think I’ll stick with Bonnie Prince Billy

The Amygdaloids – I am going to like them just on principle.

Big Freedia – When will “sissy bounce” be the next big music wave? Dubstep is so 2010. You read it here first, kids. (seriously, click on the link)

Flylo

Ice Age – found the one I was looking for (actually Iceage) but even more importantly found the one that’s an all-female Swedish metal band

They need to be more famous.

Painted Angels is a sparse, sombre Western – sort of like Deadwood from the prostitutes’ P.O.V. – with non-stop wardrobe eye candy. I’m bored enough to be working through my queue, next up is The Red Baron.

Addendum:

I found some The Body…mostly looked up because of their picture in TONY. They look like my sort of boys.

I like the music, but I just can’t like metal vocals like this. But, since they don’t feature prominently in the song (which is always nice, when ALL the elements of a song comprise it, rather than just lead singer + instruments playing notes – and it’s not soley sludgely ol’ metal stuff.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RQn48GljntI&feature=related

Miranda Sex Garden in a good mood.

I like them and I”d go see them, but I wouldn’t listen to it on a regular basis. Just not my gig.

And nevermind about the Red Baron. It might be great. I don’t know. I just want to watch some Louie and go home.

Movies I just added to my Netflix queue

June 30, 2011

Satantango

Wavelength – NF didn’t have this one

Hair high

Septien

Tournee

Beginners

Blissfully yours

Last night’s NOVA was crazy interesting. What Are Dreams?

What? You wanted more pictures of my kitten?

June 27, 2011

Ok.

Napping on my shoulder

Whatcha drinking?