hateful quotes and weekend travels
Current mood: excited

If you haven't started using Stumble on Firefox - GET WITH IT.

I waste so much of my day Stumbling it isn't funny; actually, it's embarassing... But anyway, I found these wonderful quotes on the website: http://edkrebs.com/herb/

Here are some choice selections:

What is the function that a clergyman performs in the world?
Answer: He gets his living by assuring idiots that he can save them from an imaginary hell.
-- H. L. Mencken

"When fascism comes to America, it will be wrapped in the flag, carrying a cross."
- Sinclair Lewis

"No, I don't know that atheists should be considered as citizens, nor should they be considered as patriots. This is one nation under God."
-- George Bush Sr., to a reporter in 1988

"A tyrant must put on the appearance of uncommon devotion to religion. Subjects are less apprehensive of illegal treatment from a ruler whom they consider to be God-fearing and pious."
-- Aristotle, 343 B.C.

If this were a dictatorship, it would be a heck of a lot easier -- so long as I'm the dictator.
--George W. Bush, Dec. 19, 2000

Sunday school: A prison in which children do penance for the evil conscience of their parents.
-- H. L. Mencken

Two great European narcotics, alcohol and Christianity.
-- Friedrich Nietzsche

And on another note - I have no god damned idea why this is now in bold and itallics, but I love the drama of it all - Jon and I are going up to Bonaroo tomorrow with some other folks to watch the hippies and the cool rock music. I'm a little aprehensive about camping out in the middle of TN with a bunch of high school and college age hippies and fuck ups - but I have to say I'm getting more and more stoked about it now that it's just around the corner. If worse comes to worse, I'll just work on getting a really good tan.

I bought lounge chairs and sunblock, so I hope to return to you a Bronze God.

Or something....

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update
Current mood: blah

I've been slack on this for a while, so I figured a rough and dirty update was in order.

I just got back from Bloomington, IN where I played a concert at the Bloomington Early Music Festival with my ensemble Ostraka. The performance went well, and the live recording sounds pretty bang on. I only botched a couple of things, but they are pretty minor in the scheme of things. Most of the program is good enough to send on to NPR for broadcast on some shows (hopefully).

Jon went with me to Bloomington - it was nice having him with me, and even nicer since he was getting to meet a lot of old friends I rarely get to see.

There's word I might be getting hired for a European tour with a baroque orchestra from CA. Cross your fingers. It's not till 2007, so I'm not expecting to know for a while - but maybe, just maybe.

Next week Jon and I are joining my family at Folly Beach for a couple days. I'm looking forward to sun and sand and fabulous architecture, but it looks like he and I will be stuck sleeping on an air mattress in the living room while my nephew gets his own bedroom. I told my folks I thought that a little weak that Jon and I were sleeping like kids, while my brother and sister-in-law get their own room sans-baby. On one level I get their need for privacy, but I feel like Jon and I are being made to sacrifice some privacy and comfort because my brother reproduced. Why does a 1.5 year old need his own room? He should sleep with his parents. I kind of don't even want to go now. I'll still go because I want a vacation that doesn't involve playing.

Ok - Jon is back from the chiropracter(sp?). I'll be back later.

Oh - I'll be in Sptbg next Tuesday night bitches.

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Bodies in the Afternoon
Current mood: grumpy

It's 4:15 and we (Jon, Valerie and I) just got in from seeing the "Bodies" exhibit here in Atlanta. If you've not heard of it, it's a tour of human disections and specimens that have been preserved by being injected with silicone and then displayed in very, very, very provocative ways - like spiking a volleyball or being cut in thirds.

It was pretty damned cool, I have to say. I did get really annoyed after a while with all the "oh my!" and "how horrible" and "I can't believe they did that" sort of comments from the pedestrian asswipes all around me. It's amazingly fucking annoying to me that people would go to an exhibition like this and then act shocked and appaled by it all.

Mainly I was struck by the beauty and efficency of it all - the elegance of the structures being laid out in a way I know I've never experienced. Some of the vascular displays (like the entire arterial and veneous structures of the arm and leg) were so like a plant or coral. I found it really beautiful, but a lot of people were really grossed out.

The only thing that did strike me as semi-disturbing is how much we really look like meat when our skin is removed. Some of the mountings had some very sharp cuts through muscle to reveal innards - and it just made me think of beef.

God damn - I am so grumpy today. I think a visit to Ikea will help. I need towel hooks and possibly two lamp shades.

Oh, and a joint.

Currently watching : Stripes (Extended Cut) Release date: 07 June, 2005

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12:49
Current mood: mellow

It's  12:49 and I just walked in from working out.

It's a tad freaky, but I'm really liking this whole working out thing - it doesn't feel like a chore, and it really doesn't take that long to do. Plus, like I've said time and again, it's like a free tit lift!

I need to run get my oil changed and my tires rotated. Earlier I said that very thing to a friend online who thought I was speaking euphimistically about some afternoon hookup. Unless it's a mechanic at the Toyota dealership, all covered in grime and lubricating fluids, I doubt much will happen when they check under my hood.

Maybe I'll take a book.

Aside from that, things are feeling a little less stressful and heady than they have in a while. I got one grueling program out of the way; I've reopened a dialogue with a former job that was stressing me out; and I've reshuffled my schedule so that I get an extra day off for a while.

There is a load in the washer, sheets in the dryer, and the towels are folded.

God is in his heaven, and all is right with the world.

Currently listening : Show Your Bones By Yeah Yeah Yeahs Release date: 28 March, 2006

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slacking off.
Current mood: calm

I got up this morning at  6 to take Jon to the MARTA station so he could make his flight to Miami. After depositing him on the curb and exchanging well-wishes on autopilot, I headed back to my apartment and my bed.

I hopped back under the covers at about 6:40, not to wake up again till sometime after 11. Actually, I think it was a phone call from Jon that woke me up.

Once up, I made a pot of coffee to dump into my ice-coffee-reservoir, cleaned the ashtrays, had a cereal bar and then went to work out.

I love mundane mornings. God!

Now to shower and the bank, then practice and work!

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anxious
Current mood: depressed

I've got a lot to do.

I've got to get my oil changed and my tires rotated.

I have a rehearsal with a useless musician tomorrow morning, and I have to leave my house at 8:30 AM in order to make it. Whatever.

I've got to practice for my BLEMF concert and start planning for next season.

I don't know why, but I've been dying for a break or something. Just some time to do nothing. It seems like I've been running wide open since January, either from one project to another or from one stressful debacle to another.

2006 has been a pretty good year, all things considered, but man, the stress is adding up, whether it's good or bad. The past few days I've been feeling a little bit of a depression edging up behind me.

My life's just felt really surreal and unrooted for a while - well, since January when Jerry and I broke up. Slowly it's starting to feel like "my life" again, but it's so different from what I've known for so long - I feel disoriented. All the rules have changed... fuck... I've changed. I was working out today with Jon and I looked in the mirror and I didn't really recognize who I saw. I'm not saying I don't like who I've become, but it's so different... So different I get scared sometimes.

I just read that and realized that I sound like a fat teenaged girl getting ready to cut herself. Fuck, I'm so dramatic sometimes.

Currently listening : Not a Pretty Girl By Ani DiFranco Release date: 18 July, 1995

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various and sundry
Current mood: annoyed

Let me begin today's post by wishing a slow, painful and most horrific death upon Comcast Cable and all its agents. The tv is pretty much painful to watch - always freezing and flickering - it's enough to give you a siezure! If Jerry is reading this, would you mind replying as to when this problem began when you lived here? I'm about to disconnect it all and just go without TV altogether!

Today the customer service rep I spoke with explained to me that what I was experiencing wasn't due to weak signal strength, but rather from solar phenomena and interference caused by the interactions between the sun and our atmosphere. HA!

If the asshole had actually been able to pronounce "atmosphere" without stumbling on it three times, I might have been sensative. However, I have a feeling that when I called the Comcast Bullshit Generator 100 computer system generates a number of bullshit tech-y sounding excuses for their lackluster service. What are they going to tell me next? That weather balloons and swamp gas are to blame?

Anyway, tomorrow Jon and I are going up to Louisville for the weekend for me to rehearse with Adam and Dave. I feel like I should be panic-y, but things are sounding pretty good on my end. Some pieces that never really relaxed have started to, and some that were always a little rough are finally smoothing out and making more sense. The more I play the more I'm struck by the rhetorical nature of the vast majority of Early Music. If I stop and bother to have a conversation with myself (musically speaking, of course) things are so much easier. Smaller bites and smaller events are easier to make sense of than a long string of breathless notes. I know people have tried to teach me this along the way, but I think I'm now really getting "it." Either that or I'm developing my own bullshit style.

Crane Fist Bullshit Gamba Attack Super No. 1!

Ok, time to shower and try to track down Yolonda for a phone number and Betty.

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sweet love hangover
Current mood: tired

Well, the header of this sounds way more sultry and sexy than the things the entry will actually entail, although there was potential for drunken driving in a backhoe. Did it happen or didn't it? I don't know... Just keep reading.

Now I feel like I'm writing a tabloid gossip column.

Last night Jon's friend Valerie arrived in town for the weekend. She rolled in around 9 or so, right as Jon and I were in the midst of having a cup of coffee in hopes of putting wind in our sails. Once she freshened up, and we had recieved the all-clear signal from some concerned parties, we made our way down to Mary's.

I have to admit, I was pretty nervous meeting Valerie. She's the first of Jon's friends from Jacksonville I've met. I noticed I was a little quieter than usual over the course of the evening, although I do remember giving tips on at-home-abortion and commenting on the evocative and erotic qualities of domestic abuse at some point during the night. But I hate to admit, though the night was fun, jello shots and vodka tonics make my memory less than crystal clear. Is that good or bad? I don't know, but I'll just take it as the universe putting vasoline on the lens of my memory.

AH! The Majestic! Who's heard of a greasy-spoon having a doorman? Well, this one does, and we connected with him intensely. That segment of the evening began with the doorman, whose name was Inky, telling Jon's friend Allen that he "hated and wanted to kill" him. With that one of those late night drunken bonds was born, and all of us made a friend forever... Well, at least until Inky wants to kill Allen again.

Just as we were leaving, Inky began to lament his name and curse his father for ever giving it to him. Inky it seems, is short for something else - like a phrase or name from antiquity that ressonated with Black Power of the 70's - and Inky's teachers could never say it, so Inky became Inky. I thought that was a pretty tough kick to a semi-short-dark-complexioned black man in the south, being called that by old white teachers with poodle perms and fat blond girls who'd beat the fuck out of you for a ho-ho cake. But Inky didn't seem to mind.

Jon, seeming to feel all of our collective white guilt at Inky's semi-racist name, interjected that it was all good. "Hey, I'm gay and my last name is Soileau (pronounced Swallow)." Everyone laughed, even the drunk bitches on the curb, or at least I thought they did. It's no wonder why Jon waited to come out after high school with a name like Soileau. That's strategy!

I hate drunk bitches.... Drunk straight bitches trying to flirt with me - ewww.... I caught that in line for the ATM last night... It was just a flash of the eyes and a crooked and yellowed smile. Even though it lasted for just a second, my testicles have still to descend. DAMN MY VAGINAL FEAR!!!

Oh, and about the backhoe, I found out rain and incliment weather interfered with the erotic plans of those involved. Maybe tonight we can all go drunken backhoe driving.

Pray for us..... pray for us all....

8:05 AM - 1 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment

great show
Current mood: tired

just got up a little while ago - it was a semi-late night.

Death Cab was fucking awesome. They played about 1.5  hours, but  it felt like just a couple minutes... Man, they were tighter than a 10 year old asian girl.

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lazy afternoon
Current mood: mellow

I'm nowhere as crabby today, thank God. It's been a pretty mellow day, the exception being my attempt at practice this morning. It just wasn't working, so I decided to walk away. Just put the viol down and back away... Don't make eye contact with it - that will just make it angry.

Tonight Jon and I are going to see Death Cab for Cutie - I'm terribly excited, but I just keep wondering if they will have any cute t-shirts. I hope so, because I need one real bad.

I want a house with a little yard. Damn you, Landscaper's Challenge!

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