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28 Aug 08 Thursday
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2:58 AM - Yo, Pundits!
One thing the democratic convention has done for me? Humanized the candidate.
Do you ever have the sensation that there are some people who are "realer" than others? Like they have more resonance. They vibrate somewhere else in the universe.
You KNOW you've met these people. They seem to be so much more together than you, but smart in the same way, and compassionate, and you feel like... what am i missing? because i thought i was a pretty good person up until now. But you don't feel bad about it.
You feel inspired.
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22 Jun 07 Friday
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12:17 AM - Anew; chiefly poetic
Lester bangs
rhymes with aeroplane,
sometimes;
the way you were once my love
underneath a moon and that painful voice.
So many things changing:
jobs, friends, hobbies, the top ten list
of ways we digress into life
I'm not ashamed for knowing
the parts of you
no one else
explores.
There is a warm caress
only open
to fingers which search
to all of time, pointed.
If anything looks for light
light finds that which looks.
Not to be cryptic, but
some things are not meant to be understood.
Like why
in the middle of the night
do I still prefer you to it?
You, coiled
softly round pillows
careening to something
renewed.
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Currently
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The Country Side of Esther Phillips/Set Me Free
By
Esther Phillips
Release date: 31 July, 2001
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17 May 07 Thursday
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10:42 PM - Another Installment of "WTF was my grandmother thinking?"
Current mood:  tired
To: granddaughter (by marriage) Elizabeth, and a gazillion other people
From: "Grandma" (Who I'll always thing of as Patsy)
Let's spread this one around the United States two or three times!!!!!!
AMEN TO THIS ONE!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm proud to send this one
I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO THE FLAG, OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, AND TO THE REPUBLIC, FOR WHICH IT STANDS, ONE NATION UNDER GOD , INDIVISIBLE, WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL!
I was asked to send this on if I agree or delete if I don't. It is said that 86% of Americans believe in God. Therefore I have a very hard time understanding why there is such a problem in having "In God! We Trust" on our money and having "God" in the Pledge of Allegiance. Why don't we just tell the 14% to Shut Up and BE QUIET!!!
If you agree, pass this on, if not delete.
I AGREE !!!!
" God Bless America ."
PLEASE KEEP IT GOING---IT IS WELL WORTH IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Even though we may not know at the time the reasons. God has plans for all of us. Sometimes it may not be what we want but most likely it is what we needed.........
Freedom isn't Free but Membership Is
www.patriotguard.org
Well... I let a lot of shit slide from Grams. Or I delete the multitude of forwards in my inbox... but I couldn't let this one go. So I wrote back.
To: Grams (and the multitude of people she sent the original to)
From: Your Heathen Granddaughter
A response from the underdog:
We don't tell the fourteen percent to shut up and be
quiet because of a little thing called the First
Amendment to the United States Constitution.
I'm just saying: why should the people who believe in
god get to make all of the decisions, and why do they
hoot and holler and make a ruckus when the people who
don't want to have their say? Also: there are a lot of
things about America I don't like, but I'll be damned
if I'm going to leave. I do something else.
I vote.
Do you? Or do you you just complain and bemoan the
political situation? Do you blindly follow what people
tell you, or do you check your facts? Do you only
depend on one newsource for all of your "news"? Did
you find yourself fascinated by the Scott Peterson
trial? Did you cluck your tongue at the stranded
Katrina survivors who carried away twelve packs? (I'm
just thinking that if my city was just devastated, I'd
want a SLEW of alcohol...)
I guess what I'm trying to say is... I don't want the
people who disagree with me to be quiet and shut up or
leave the country. I want them to evaluate situations,
use common sense, and deal with themselves before they
attack a group of people they don't and can't speak
for. I guess I just yearn for an America that
actually lives up to Christian ideals instead of just
yapping about them and berating people with
propaganda. I yearn for an America where people don't
judge me because I've got visible tattoos or a ring in
my lip; an America where we're more concerned with
HELPING each other than CONDEMNING each other... I
yearn for an America where the devout Christian can
live next door to a potsmoking atheist and they
actually respect each other's choices without passing
judgement.
I'm just sayin'.
your resident hippie liberal californian heathen,
beth
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Currently
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Live in San Francisco at Stern Grove
By
Tabla Beat Science
Release date: 09 July, 2002
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22 Apr 07 Sunday
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8:11 PM - Sunshines and Shadows
Current mood: melancholy with the infinite nostalgia
I went to an event at the Alameda Masonic Temple today for a girl I knew. She's quite the young lady now- poised, articulate, determined; on the right track.
Anyway, it was a strange thing for me. I've been having a lot of those moments in April- either curiously coincidental or overwhelmingly nostalgic.
I came home and decided to look through some boxes for things I know I have... I just am not sure where. Instead I came across a Job's Daughters notebook. Every meeting (twice a month) one of the girls would report our sunshines and shadows. I'm not sure EXACTLY when this is from (Meg, maybe you can help with Diviner's dates? I've got notes from Bunker in the same notebook) but it made me smile.
Sunshines
Mrs. Higby- going on vacation on Saturday
Christal- Graduating soon
Staci- going to Hawaii
Alli- going to be in a really cool music thing
Monica- monica is not going to give a sunshine, because we're keeping it short.
Mrs. Jaffords- Kara's initiation.
Aunt Annabelle- Kara's initiation
Mommy- got organized for driving test
Aunt Cory- thank you for the get-well card
Mrs. Chase- almost done with year as worthy matron
Shadows
Christal- no job yet
Staci- haven't talked to boyfriend in a day
Alli- teacher's very cranky
Aunt Annabelle- Tammi not being here
Mom- beth passed her driving test
Mrs. Chase- wishes her grandfather's health was better
That is all.
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17 Apr 07 Tuesday
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1:42 AM - morro bay
I've been studying the slope of profiles
romanesque, grecian, arabic, english;
each slant
ridiculous and beautiful
each repetition
circular, and in silhouette
They want more
Than the solitude of friends and music
Serenity beckons
Every moment more than
What you offer, still I take
These grievances like
Roses to a prom
Corsaged, wristed, wrestled from the
Center of that part of you
Which calms
The ocean or the tide
Neither matters without the other
Moon and sun are
Still paired
Years are like hourglasses
Forgotten and flipped
like oversized pancakes.
Or perfect lemonade from ramshackle limbs.
Triumph is just
That centennial dream
Had on a central coast
While reeling in
Some other wish.
Conquered,
I conquer.
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16 Apr 07 Monday
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12:16 AM - coming attractions
a nigerian cab driver told me, "you are a complete human being" as i exited his cab tonight.
what a topper to a beautiful weekend that included morro bay and my lovely heart, mister nate.
and wolfmother. and the shins tomorrow.
plus, so much fun!!!!!!
pictures to come.
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25 Mar 07 Sunday
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12:05 AM - a haiku for newly inked feet
oh hello feet. i
never knew how lovely you
were 'til ink told me.
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18 Mar 07 Sunday
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9:31 PM - Rooster's Roadhouse- Superfinos VTO. You Dropped a Dollar. Banalities.
I finally roused myself from the house earlier today and got myself to Best Buy. Currently, 16 gigs of music are being transferred to my new external hard drive. Next up? Some photos.
I'm nervous about the photos. I'm not sure why. The computer can just as easily crash. I have most of them on an internet server anyway.
Instead of buying a printer along with the external hard drive, I used some of my tax return to buy the cats a new scratching post tower. It's pretty tall- almost as tall as I am- and they're enjoying it quite a bit. Watching them climb to the top for the first time was pretty hilarious- especially Itchy. He sort of waves his leg looking for something to grab onto... It's cat comedy.
Speaking of comedy, would you like to see some pictures from Friday night?
Friday night Nate and I saddled up to see Paul and Hasan's debutante appearance as Superfinos VTO. Bong, Paul's other band, was also playing, and I knew since we'd be in Alameda I'd probably see some familiar faces. But first we watched Long Thaw. I dug this guy's outfit.
Maybe it's the glasses.
I go outside to chat with Paul and who should I see but Jhonno! And moments later, Mr. Tim Mahoney. I did not take a picture of Tim, but he and Rick had the same t-shirt. It was pretty funny. Also ran into Emilia Ortega, who I also did not take a picture of. There were also plenty of regulars there- dave, jo ann, matt, et cetera.
But here's Jhonno!
This was right before Superfinos debuted. I was waiting near the sound station in case I had to start the video camera for their set, but luckily I didn't. I did, however, take a picture.
Then the boys played.
I'm not going to give any commentary on these photos. There are about twenty of them. But these guys rocked it:
Superfinos VTO are...
Kamal Hasan Hood: Guitar, Vocals
Paul "Dick Dean" Price: Bass, Vocals
Hasan "The Madman": Drums
Luis Lobos: Lead Guitar
Enjoy- you would have, if you'd been there.
After that, i went back outside. You know. To smoke. I know, boo. Shuddit.
Erin was out there, hanging with the folks.
I know I told Johnno I would crop him out, but I just like the face he's making. Haha.
Since he didn't like that one, they took another.
Matt had arrived earlier with Dave and Rick, and we circled up towards with back of the smoking area in Roosters. Which smelled, by the way, distinctly of puke. I vote for using bathrooms. It's the polite thing to do. I can handle bathrooms that smell like puke- I mean, I used to go to Radio all the time. But back areas? No, thank you.
Blech.
Anyway, I told Matt I'd buy him a shot as a consolation for his unfortunate luck. So we went inside- mind you, this is shot number two. It should have been shot number final.
Ah, to cunts who make illegal left hand turns:
After that, Bong was about ready to start. But I managed to quickly snatch a peice of Nate's soul via my camera (hahahahahahmuahahahahah).
BONG
At this point, I was pretty buzzed. But I didn't fall for the trick the girlfriend of one of the members of the last band, Planting Seeds, tried to play.
They had a dollar rigged on a line with a chain. They put the dollar on the floor, and when the person who has been tricked leans down to pick it up, they snap it back, or move it, or what have you.
But what tipped me off was what she said not the trick.
I was standing near the soundbooth, having recently exited the bathroom, talking. She came up behind me and said, "You dropped a dollar."
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"Is that your dollar?"
"It might be," I said slowly. Sometimes when I keep cash in my back pocket it has a way of working itself out- this is why I rarely keep cash in my back pocket. I felt my jeans and realized it was not my dollar at the same time I was thinking of the "You dropped a dollar" prank Nate and I used to play on people- different trick, same tagline.
So I put my foot on the dollar and moved it and immediately saw there was something awry.
"That's not my dollar," I said. "But nice trick."
She was duly impressed that I hadn't fallen for it, and it seemed I was the first one to elude being made a fool of- in that capacity, anyway.
Her name was Jen and I drunkenly told her the story of my you-dropped-a-dollar chicanery.
When Nate and I first got together, we spent a lot of time in his Rodeo. So sometimes when we were bored, or if we were cruising slowly down some street in Alameda, or right before we'd take off at a red light, one of us would lean out the window and tell a person on the sidewalk, "You dropped a dollar." And they would look and look and look for it and we would laugh.
Yeah, I'm going to hell for a lot of reasons- this is the least of my worries.
Anyway, I bought her a beer and watched her boyfriend's band. They were a'ight. She was a cutie, though. I appreciated her shenanigans.
Her boyfriend's band was called Planting Seeds. I'm kind of too lazy to go find them on MySpace, but you can enjoy a few of the (TOO MANY) pictures I took of them.
Here's "you-dropped-a-dollar-jen".
I call this next one "drunk and trickery".
Seriously. By that time there was a third (free, thanks rick) shot. Yeah. Wowzers.
After a little more lisetning to the last band, and a little dancing around, and a few strange looks from the bartender, we bailed (leaving my atm card, whoops) and headed for the afterparty at Alie and Paul's house.
That's my "I know I'm drunk, I'm sort of ready for bed, but I still want to hang out" face.
I drink, therefore I wink.
Before long, there was quite the little afterparty happening at the Price household, including Mr. Matt.
Alison, Alison, Alison.
There was some doorway wrassling.
That's Mark.
Mark and I went to the same high school, and I would see him walking around with his friend. Thing is, they both epitomized the grunge look, which (in 1998) I associated with 1995. So I called them class of '95, though they weren't going to graduate until much later than that. I don't think they ever really got it, and when I tried to explain it again, I was waaaaaay to hammered to do it any justice.
Somehow, I still think it only makes sense to me.
Whatever. By that time I'd been fooling with the fire for a bit, and showing Alison proper Pilates form, and Nate was about done-in... So I dumped my PBR in the fire (which had been sipped to about the top of the label) and we took off for home.
But not before dancing to Amy Winehouse in the kitchen with Alison.
Saturday morning we woke up and went to breakfast at the Southshore Cafe. I highly recommed it- excellent hashbrowns.
And I was awfully excited because I managed to eat an egg overeasy with only slight discomfort.
See, me and eggs don't get along. Not for breakfast. Not unless they are blended up and such. I don't know if it's a psycho-somatic thing leftover from childhood (my dad raised ducks, we ate their eggs, and every time I ate anything with duck eggs- or the eggs themselves- i threw up for days) but eggs make me feel horrible. Scrambled are the worst, but I'd been yearning for an egg overeasy with some pepper... so I decided the agonizing pain would be worth it.
But remarkably- no pain. Or rather, very little, and it was shortlived.
That makes me happy.
After breakfast we picked up my ATM card from roosters (where the bartender pointed out how drunk i'd been the night before, thereby shaming me into sobriety, at least for the next little while) and then home again. Amoreena and Li had planned a picnic on the roof, so we climbed through the roof hatch and hung out in the sun for a couple of hours.
It was really, really nice and relaxing.
That night, since Amoreena had been talking about sushi, Nate and I grabbed some Japanese food- I also highly recommend Wasabi by the Albertson's on E. 19th- best gyoza I've had in quite some time.
But it's not like you actually can have bad japanese food, as Nate pointed out- more just that you have places you'd rather get it.
Then I set out to the airport to pick Jamie up from her Texas trip, which I cannot wait to see pictures of... maybe sometime this week? We'll come and see you, Jamie. And hopefully you'll have gotten your luggage back.
Pretty mild St. Patrick's Day... but I figure I celebrated it in the early wee hours... you know, like 12:01 to 2am...
Good lord. There are still eleven gigabytes of music to transfer. Four hours, it says.
I think at some point I'm going to have interrupt. I don't really want to stay up until two am in order to transfer music files.
But I am looking forward to being able to put our WHOLE cd collection into the computer. That's thrilling.
Ah, thrills.
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Currently
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Physical Graffiti
By
Led Zeppelin
Release date: 16 August, 1994
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24 Feb 07 Saturday
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5:32 PM - It couldn't last for long.
I was going crazy.
It's not the four hundred dollar camera I wanted (still p & s) or the eight hundred camera I wanted (slr) but it's suitable. It was affordable.
And it's a nice camera.
It's strange. And light. And small. It is going to take some getting used to. And I need a bigger memory card. I think. We'll see.
testing, testing.
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04 Feb 07 Sunday
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3:06 PM - Go Colts.
I'm putting together some CDs for the store. I'm watching (sort of) the pre-game hooplah. I just finished ordering a pizza. And since Nate's out fishing, it's a pizza that I like- mmm, margherita with onions. And I'm being lazy and having it delivered.
Itchy's trying to get me to play fetch but he keeps dropping the twisted peice of paper too far away. I've got Scratchy on my lap and I don't want to spook her by leaning over to grab it. Sorry, Itchy.
Go Colts.
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