|Stuff on my nightstand
||[Jan. 1st, 2010|02:23 pm]
Twisty lamp covered in necklaces and bracelets
Framed picture of a Jack russel in a bowler smoking a cigarette
Red jar of candle
Pile of colored sharpies
A pencil from last years NCEES exam
My Paris pen
3 vinyl figurines
A bottle of leather conditioner
A little wooden tea box full of condoms
A blue eyeliner pencil
A sack of ----
A $2 bill
A quick link
A little knit bunny
A white pair of fat s shaped earrings
An empty ginseng vial
A pile of little gold Mylar circles from spamalots confetti cannons
An orange paper wristband
2 of the nice glass rhinestones from doi
A blue ceramic bowl made by my sister forever ago full of hairpins
A roll of green dymo tape
Just the threaded ends broken off a handful of bike spokes
A stack of backstage passes
No fewer than 22 guitar picks
About $5 in change
A stack of loyalty cards, concert tickets, hotel keycards and spent metro tickets
Some orphan buttons
The keys to my guitarcase
A seed pod from LA
The end of a bag of crystalized Ginger
The can of hello boss cappuccino I'm working on
||[Dec. 20th, 2009|02:10 pm]
Here is a juvenile entry about Me! And the cat. And a certain great old one.
Typing on the iPod touch is slow so I don't say much lately that is more than 140 characters. Sorry.
Updates of note:
Got the job as LD at the Rialto
Turned a corner of the basement there from trash heap to work area complete with new paint job and a counter and file cabinet
Actually sorted the gelpocalypse and have started labelling and fixing and inventory
Got a nice guitar
And have been making great strides in my quest to play it
Realized i've been mis-apostrophizing Cthulhu
In repentance I finally purchased a few of lovecraft's books so I can study up
This is boring.
Go look at http://www.rialtotheatre.com/gallery/index.php?album=strictly-tucson-phoosonℑ=070+Phoosan+120409.jpg
To see what a fog machine can do for you. The photographer at the Rialto is awesome!
Rj seems to have gotten himself in a USB noose and my attempts to free him were met with hostile growling and claws. Poor furry idiot.
Winter is upon us. I like the cold.
I like birdies chirping
I like coffee and burritos
I like my job
I like the people in my neighborhood
The people in my Sphere
I like creating
And being part of things
And riding my bike downhill to get home at night
I like that music is the center of my universe
Good night moon.
|a distorted reality is now a necessity to be free
||[Nov. 17th, 2009|02:28 am]
a long playlist compiled by none other than my ipod's shuffle logarithms and the quantum effects of my vibe as it bounces electrically thru the aether: astonishingly perfect.|
a distorted reality is now a necessity to be free- elliott smith
excuse me, i think i've got a heartache- cake
she's my baby- mazzy star
poledo- dinosaur jr
wet sand- red hot chili peppers
velvet snow- kings of leon
medication- queens of the stone age
sleeping troubles- the ramones
amazing grace- ani difranco
group four- massive attack
robot chant- mogwai
gossip folks- missy elliott
tombstone blues- bob dylan
i'll fly away- the kossoy sisters
good greif- foo fighters
elmo delmo- stephen malkmus & the jicks
tranquilizer- thurston moore
dear prudence- the beatles
screaming skull-sonic youth
she belongs to me- bob dylan
it's so easy- jay retard
let it be- the beatles
revolver, pt 2- isobel campbell and mark lanegan
sex on fire- kings of leon
typecast modulator- snapcase
only love can break your heart- neil young
your lucky day in hell- the eels
ageispolis- aphex twin
running twilight- aphex twin
three libras- a perfect circle
tomblands- the libertines
i've got a feeling- the beatles
morcheeba/ world looking in - karma lounge
too tough to die- the ramones
blues from beyond the grave- thurston moore
just a toy- barenaked ladies
broken promises for broken hearts- she wants revenge
six feet under- no doubt
jane - barenaked ladies
||[Oct. 9th, 2009|12:24 am]
my life is pretty ok, ya know?
so i live like an insane shut in.
ive been kindof lazy
read: a fucking slob, like a college boy
and ive recognized that and am starting to make changes
but the filth aside, i'm totally content.
i have what i want for the most part
as far as stuff
chucks in any color i want,
and social interactions
and days to lay in the sun
and a bike that i can ride to the park, and then through the park to the swings
shiny red captain lampbase
and a fat cat sleeping next to me
who likes it when i rub her tummy
i'm going to celebrate my simple happiness
my uncomplicated little joy
by playing something nice on the stereo kindof loud
and a bowl.
i'm thinking janis joplin
and then some rolling stones
|simeon's dilemma, -Why
||[Oct. 7th, 2009|04:35 pm]
but i still hear your name|
in wedding bells
will i look better or will i look the same
rotting in hell
you're the only proper noun i need
my copper crown's gone green
pull me, pull me on out of this tree
i'm stuck up a branch waiting
clearly caught between
two things unclear to me
this song makes my heart hurt.
this whole album makes my heart hurt.
||[Oct. 6th, 2009|11:18 pm]
Jimmy Carter! we share a birthday. |
we share other things as well apparently.
he likes his bike,
and he's not down with rabbit pirates.
|again and again
||[Sep. 23rd, 2009|01:09 am]
there is a breeze tonight. |
riding home from hanging out with the cats and reading, i got a familiar chill,
i was cold.
its all downhill from there to here.
drink a bottle of wine with john and
and think about what sanity means to me
put myself to bed and the tree outside is scratching against the roof
the fan is off
the laptop will be off soon
my brain will not be off so much
as somewhere else.
napping, i dreamt of electrical storms and
and abandonment. disappointment. danger.
last night it was following rivers
other nights its the subway in paris
and train station
and a harbor.
and then streets in spain
and an abandoned fair.
stumbling up steep stairs in japan
its getting cooler
and i love the fall
and here my 25th year is turning over
and i'm not keeping in tradition of first baby at 25
and the love i am full of doesnt do anything for anyone
except some misguided moments when it hurts
|theres a moth flock in my gut
||[Sep. 2nd, 2009|10:02 pm]
so my best friends were zach and carolyn. we were the oldest of 3 seperate flocks, then it was eric and abbie and tim|
then kenny, rhiannon, cecily, bethany, silas.
the parents were linda, neil , liz, dave, lorraine, dave.
i dont know why this scene is so carefully cemented in my mind.,
i can see the nelsons grass backyard in the dark of night, we are in a tree looking at airplanes and satellites going by
grownups laugh inside
there may be a big black dog. friendly.
in the queen's kitchen were pot holders that were animal heads, like puppets.
i see hikes and zoo trips, parks and maybe camping? it might have felt like camping.
there was crafty real arts, we made bows and arrows, sharpening sticks with pocket knives, real food. mud puddles. corn fields. fights, rats, ball games, SNL.
i guess partly i wanna thank you all, grown ups, for doing this kinda thing for kids. i guess we all remember something fondly, slugs on the front walk and rainy bike rides, blue mittens, teepees in the grass , with the sun shining in thru all the tree branches and leaves, magic.
i knew one zach, the namesake of the zackychair, i named a stuffed monkey after him. yellow t rex tee shirt next to my yellow kittyface.
now i know 5 zachs and they are all totally awesome dudes. :) this pleases me to no end.
my friend colin left a lasting impression on me, i hit him on accident, in the teeth, with a swing. i remember feeling so bad about it and there was nothing i could do, and i felt a deep loss when he disappeared from the radar. he must have moved because i never really saw him after that, right?
new colin was the little brother i never had, but we are both adults. then he became the big brother i don't have. maybe the least selfish act i experienced at the hand of another the whole time we all were in europe was that hug you gave me in portugal. i was so destroyed. shit sits deep in this heart .
theres more but i need a bike ride now.
|on the subject of nacho.
||[Aug. 21st, 2009|12:05 pm]
had a chat with Archer about how he's leaving and Nacho Bear came up in conversation. this cat belongs to my house technically, as he was abandoned some several tenants ago. archer has been caring for Bear and has vetted him a few times and such. |
nacho's face is all scabbed and fucked from maybe run ins with stray dogs? and other things.
poor dude is hot and old and kindof underloved.
nacho got that name because he kept comin in the kitty door and we'd have to remind him its nacho house anymore!
and shoo him out and he'd growl.
anyhoo archer talked about how he'd like that house to end up with someone in it who would regard bear with some respect and it kinda made me re think the situation and i still don't want him in my bed but i'll be ok from now on with him eating some of my cat food and escaping the difficult weather in my kitchen.
he usually growls at me on sight but today i told him hello and got down to the floor and he walked up and let me pet him.
so that is that.
we're friends now.
maybe, armed with this new knowledge that he can be charming, maybe i can find him a home. probably not. i can't really afford another cat right now, epecially one who is getting close to the end of his healthy life. also he is fathering kittens all up in this hood and thats not cool.
||[Aug. 19th, 2009|08:37 pm]
15 books that stick with you. without thinking too hard about it.
here they are.
1. The Outsiders by SE Hinton
2. Siddhartha by Herman Hesse
3. Visions of Gerard by Kerouac
4. Out Of The Silent Planet by CS Lewis
5. The Hitchhikers Guide series by Douglas Adams
6. A Coney Island of The Mind by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
7. Women by Charles Bukowski
8. Dangling in the Tournefortia by Charles Bukowski
9. Cities of the Red Night by William s Burroughs
10. Demian by Herman Hesse
11. The Mind's I by Douglas Hoffstadter, etc
12. Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut
13. The Teachings of Don Juan by Carlos Castaneda
14. Evasion by _______?
15. Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats by TS Elliot
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