the world of off site
Current mood: awake

(note: this is poorly composed and mostly just rambling on and on without a goal)

We do a lot of them at Zea. Sometimes, we cater special family events for people. Last weekend, we did a couple's fortieth wedding anniversary. It was incredible. They met and twenty-eight days later were wed. They've lived all over the oil-bearing world over the course of their lives. We were invited to be members of the family at the end of the celebration. Family, food, and alcohol, there are few noble social things more potent. That's off-subject, oops.

Back to the point.

So, yea, lots of reasons to bring food away from the restaurant and feed people. I love working off-site. Talking and plying people with food. Visiting with the veryvery perfumed masses. Tonight's event ... American Cancer Society Silent Auction ... at the Natural History Museum. Lovely.

There are certain restaurants around town that seem to pop up at alllll the charity events. Us. Blue Dog. Cafe' Vermilionville (they were on the list of joints but were a no-show ... tut tut tut). iMonelli. Nash's. Tsunami (always they don't bring nearly enough food and run out, and tonight they didn't even send a server! ... tut tut tut). The Petroleum Club (mmm, they usually bring bread pudding). There was a new-comer to the charity train tonight ... Phare's (poor guy's table was alll the way in the back). Oh. And Guama's made their charity debut (but no server, bad bad). Ruth's is usually around, but not tonight.

So, as usual, I was the only -cook- present. The rest only ever send servers, except for iMonelli and Nash's, Chef Brian and Chef Nash come themselves ... always makes the party a party too! There is definitely a pattern to the people I see and set up next to too. We visit and talk and cadge drinks from sometimes unwilling bartenders. Mer. Most of the events just give us access to the bar freely ... another reason off-sites rule.

It makes me miss working on an open line with guests in my face. Talking to the people while you feed them. That is the jam.

Currently listening : Modern Guilt By Beck Release date: 2008-07-08

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This is as good a time as any.
Current mood: accomplished
Category: Food and Restaurants

It's been a pretty delightful run of weeks over here. You see, I received an email about a litter of puppies out in the country, all of them available to homes. We went out there last Monday, and came home with the biggest boy of them all. Superpup. deSoto. Crash course in Catahoula history and lore. Turns out, Hernando deSoto came and explored the Americas and his war dogs interbred with native domesticated dogs. I guess if he brought over his "war dogs" he was planning to ... not just explore. And the native dog-stock comes down from the red wolf. Go figure, our sweet, puppy-breath possessing deSoto is really only a few steps from total wild animal. And the consensus of the pages I browsed all said one thing over and over. Socialize them while they are young and open to having people come into their homes. They are very intelligent and more territorial than other breeds.

Good thing he's only half (the other half is neighborhood lover). While I have known a few dogs that were closely related to wolves (most more so than deSoto), I must admit it was difficult to not feel like prey when the dog gazed at me for too long. Oh, and I couldn't go over and hang out when it was menses time as the dog was whole and apparently one female was as good as another. So ... whew on deSoto not being totally Catahoula.

The puppy has altered the chemistry in the house, and it's lovely. Though the only reason I'm up and keying now is ... deSoto wanted to still be awake and playing. He tends to cry when you don't want to play at the same time he does. I hope that's a puppy thing.

Capiche even likes him, well not really. She is doing a fine job at tolerating him so far.

It's good to be back to normal around here. It's been fantastic, this last eight weeks. Mer, it did start out not so fantastic, and then it got better and now it's even better than before! I'd like to thank the people I count among my friends for knowing me well enough to know something was up, and then to guess exactly what was wrong ... I may not have thanked you before, so, thanks. Having arms and air to hold when faced with the horror (yikes!) really helped me sort things out. I'm really blessed that the person I love best is a person who loves me best. It's easy, loving him; he's mind-numbingly honest and brave and willing to fight for the right.

Good thing too, because the coming months will be filled to the brim with business being taken care of! I have some exciting things on the horizon with my work, getting to open stores elsewhere in the widely varied state of Louisiana, starting not long from now. J's really busy ... here's where I really must brag ... Dire Wood is doing really well. Like all over the blooming country! I'm serious, East to West Coast! Yanks to Crackers! The banjo is electric now! And on the local tip, they get to play DownTown Alive in October ... the seventeenth I think. Finally, everyone we know with wee ones gets to see them play!

I'd like to broach a subject here, it's a touchy one, so be prepared.

Brunch Club. I'd like it to be a fixture during the upcoming Year of Leisure. Now! For that to become a reality, planning and getting into the habit of brunching in a home must begin soon! SOON!

The dues thing just won't work. Plus, I'll be honest here ... as much as I would like to have the Club over and prepare everything myself and bask in the wonder, moans, sharp intakes of breath, and cries for more, more, more ... I don't covet the spotlight and I like to eat other people's food more than my own. I know what my food tastes like, dig?

So. In order to best accommodate everyone and their love or perhaps anxiety about cooking for others, I submit to you the following:

Potato
Egg
Bread
Side
Fruit
Gravy
Meat
Beverage
More Beverage (really, Brunching requires lots of beverages!)

The focus will be on all of us together, and we can make cross-eyed faces and groan with glee and we'll all become Brunch addicts! And it can rotate so we don't each get bored with making the same blooming thing every time!

Brunch Club will be monthly. I'm guessing it'll be a rotating cast of members. I'd like for there to be as little pressure as possible so as not to scare anyone off (ha).

I need more input. Was I clear? I want Brunch Club to be so habitual that by the time next year comes, it'll be the very height of leisure. Maybe we can work badminton into the mix for extra leisure incentive. Horseshoes?



Oh. There are pictures of deSoto, but they are on ole Avenue B's page. Plus, he's bigger now. More dog-looking too.

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text equivalant of a youtube entry

I'm sure there exists a video that conveys the same information. I don't even have much commentary, I took "lazy" physics. Or, I was lazy in physics more like. Weird, because it is fascinating.

5 Scientific Theories That Will Make Your Head Explode by Michael Swaim

There are generally two types of science: first, there's the type that makes computers work, allows us to ride around in metal boxes propelled by continuous explosion, and makes it so that milk doesn't taste all gross. Then there's the fringe science, the stuff that shoots up your nose like mathematical horseradish and dances a jig on your brain…or brane, as it were (that's the nerdiest joke in the article, we promise).
So kick off your work boots, put on your thought slippers, and prepare for a science course so mind-blowing, it's written almost entirely in italics.



5.
.. ..The Theory: Quantum Entanglement.. ..

The Crazy Part:The part where you jiggle an electron on one side of the universe and an invisible force traverses millions of light years and smacks another electron into wiggling instantaneously, which is about a million years faster than is technically possible without time travel.

What It Says: That if two electrons are created together, they are forever "entangled," much like you and your high school sweetheart according to some shitty poems you wrote in tenth grade. And, also like you and your ex-love, regardless of the distance between the two electrons, a change in quantum spin in one electron will immediately cause the other electron to change spin as well.
So like, when she has sex with Bob Feeney, the team's QB after the first date, even though you're home alone playing Tetris, your heart will ache with a sudden and unmistakable pain. That's the pain of entanglement, my friend.

So What Does This Do For Me? Teleportation, holmes. Only really tiny.
In theory, you could separate two electrons by as much space as you wanted (say, the breadth of the universe), and they'd still be linked in such a way that actions taken on one would affect the other instantaneously.
Meaning information is being transmitted at speeds faster than light. Meaning, if you want to really go nuts, time travel.
And though the party pooping scientists have been busy coming up with limitations on the kind of information that could be transmitted (it seems super-fast computers that allow you to play Gears of War against people in parallel dimensions may be a ways off), no one has yet been able to disprove the theory that there is an invisible force in the universe capable of affecting matter millions of light-years away…instantly.

Wait, It Gets Worse: If you subscribe to the whole "Big Bang" thing, then there was a point in the past in which every atom in the universe was condensed into a singularity. Which means everything, even you and that bastard Bob Feeney, are quantumly entangled.
Some scientists have even gone so far as to claim that quantum entanglement shows that there is no such thing as space, and that everything in the universe is still touching.
Space is just an illusion created by our flawed perceptions, and we're all one. The hippies were right after all.

Level Of Mind Blowing-ness: A fistful of acid tabs followed by the flume ride at Disneyworld.

The Crazy Part: The part where the family tree of every living creature on Earth collides at a single point on a single day in the past, making you related to Hitler as well as every insect you've ever killed..

What It Says: We're all familiar with the basics of evolution: that a munificent monkey-goddess birthed us all from Her banana-scented womb. But there are some lesser-discussed implications of natural selection that are just plain weird. For one, scientists have concluded that around 140,000 years ago in Kenya, there lived a woman called Mitochondrial Eve (cavemen had weird names), so named because today, every living human on Earth has her mitochondrial DNA in their body (cavemen were also prescient).
And only 3,000 years ago lived a person known as the Most Recent Common Ancestor, who, through exponential growth of the family tree, is the ancestor of every single person on Earth.
And did you know that, based on the same principles (and a lot of rape), Genghis Kahn has over 16 million descendants? Who's your Daddy now?!

So What Does This Do For Me? Well, for one, you can rest assured than anyone you ever have sex with in your entire life is at least your distant, distant cousin. So that's nice. And if you're really a nut for genealogy, why not trace your heritage back to the Last Universal Ancestor, the single-celled organism who, about 4 billion years ago, decided to go ahead and give rise to every living creature that will ever exist on the face of the Earth? Talk about a pimp. In essence, the whole of life on the planet can be considered one long, unbroken chemical reaction that is still resolving itself, like the foam flowing out of a science fair volcano.

Wait, It Gets Worse: The genetic chaos continues. The Endosymbiotic Theory says that the mitochondria in our bodies, without which we couldn't live, let alone write snide humor articles, was at one point a separate organism that invaded our cells and set up camp. They formed a symbiotic relationship so beneficial that we've never booted them out. Furthermore, large chunks of the human genome are thought to be ancient retroviruses that managed to transcribe themselves into our DNA and have spent the remainder of their days happily clambering up and down our nucleotides like the McDuck children on a mansion banister. Basically your cells are millions of individual organisms, all huddled together in a you-shaped beehive. Now see how long you can go before wanting to shower.

And lastly, a thought for the right-wingers out there: At some point half of you was an egg in your Mother's womb. That egg existed in her body from the day she was born.
And a long, long time ago, she too was an egg in her Mother's womb, who had that egg ready for use from the moment she squirmed out of your Great Grandma's nethers. The point being, technically speaking, there's no break in the chain of existence, no time when you are not a life form of at least the most rudimentary sort. Your family, at least on your Mother's side, could theoretically be considered an immortal, constantly-regenerating organism. Of course that would make men, whose sperm has to be created years after the moment of birth, just disposable donors here to fuel the everlasting fire of womanhood.
You go girls!

Level Of Mind Blowing-ness: Four Hemmingway suicides.

The Crazy Part: The part where the furniture in your house behaves differently when you're not around.

What It Says: Besides sounding like the subtitle of The Da Vinci Code II, The Copenhagen Interpretation is probably the most widely accepted explanation for the observations made through quantum mechanics. It came about in part to explain the infamous "Double Slit Experiment," which is the one your physics professor probably made you do. The Double Slit Experiment shows that an electron, fired at a wall with two slits in it, will sometimes go through sometimes go through one, sometimes through the other, and sometimes it will go through both slits simultaneously (meaning, a single thing will be in two places at once). In short, it goes batshit fucking insane. The twist is, if you try and observe the electron at the moment it passes through the slits—you know, to figure out what the hell is wrong with it—the electron goes back to behaving like a normal electron, and innocently shoots through one of the slits while giving you, and reality, the finger.
The details of why this happens are sort of technical, but this simple diagram should explain it:

So What Does This Do For Me? The Copenhagen Interpretation is the result of a lot of smart people trying to figure out what the fuck was going on with these damn electrons. What they came up with is that all particles exist as waves of probability. From the observer's perspective, there's only a certain chance that a given electron will go through the left slit or right slit. When you don't watch, it remains a cloud of probability and sort of does a little of everything. When you watch, the act of observing it somehow causes the cloud to pick a side. So the next time you observe a particle, be warned: they know you're watching, and as soon as you stop, they're going to start a party.

Wait, It Gets Worse: If you apply the Copenhagen Interpretation to bigger objects, it gets even weirder.
The infamous Schrodinger's Cat thought experiment, the one your physics professor probably got fired for doing, said that if you put a cat in a box and press a button that has a fifty percent chance of filling the box with poison gas, then until you go and look in the box, the cat exists as a cat-cloud which is simultaneously both alive and dead.
And there's more: if everything exists as a probability wave, then that means that technically, anything possible could happen at any time. There's nothing stopping a big floppy dick from sprouting out of your forehead right now; it's just highly unlikely.
You feel lucky, punk?

Level Of Mind-Blowig-ness: Let's just say it might be time to invest in a tarp.

The Crazy Part: The part where you realize that somewhere in some parallel universe you just died while reading this sentence.

What It Says: The Many Worlds Theory rejects The Copenhagen Interpretation's crazy idea that particles can change their behavior seemingly at will, and replaces it with the much crazier idea that the only reason we think particles are changing their behavior is that we're only seeing that particle's action in one universe, rather than the infinite number of universes that actually exist.
So an observed particle with two options—say, to pound beers at a Van Halen tribute show or drop E and storm a techno club—actually does both, even though we may only observe the techno club, in some other universe, parallel to our own, that particle is rocking out to "Eruption" instead of rubbing itself ferociously on anything with a body temperature.

So What Does This Do For Me? If you buy into the Many Worlds Theory, the implications are infinite. And let's be clear about what "infinite" means here. For every action you've ever taken, every movement you've ever made, even down to the atomic level, there's a parallel universe out there where you did something else instead. Anything else. Instead of learning guitar, you burst into flames. Instead of opening the fridge, you freebased black tar heroin. Instead of nude rock climbing, you went nude bungee jumping. Instead of reading this article, you worked productively and got a handsome raise. Think about it: in some parallel universe out there, you and your high school sweetheart are making hot, reconciliatory love atop Bob Feeney's smoldering corpse after you killed a laser-breathing velociraptor with your bare hands. If that thought doesn't make you feel better about how mundane your actual life is, we don't know what will.

Wait, It Gets Worse: If you think The Many Worlds Theory is a tad too far fetched an explanation for some electrons behaving weirdly, you're not alone.
In an effort to simplify things, scientists have come up with The Many Minds Theory, which says your brain splits up at the instant you make an observation, and then your many brains observe every possible outcome. Yes, that's right, an infinite number of parallel brains, existing without universes (let alone skulls) to house them in. Awesome. Much simpler.

Level Of Mind Blowing-ness: A TNT-tipped jackhammer to the eye socket.

The Crazy Part: The part where the Universe isn't just bigger than you can possibly comprehend, but according to recent evidence, billions of times larger than that.

What It Says: That the universe is big.
So big, that just that fact, just it's mere bigness, is enough to blow your tiny ant mind. And it just keeps getting bigger.
Let's examine the famous Hubble Ultra Deep Field image, the most massive photo ever taken:

Right now, on your computer screen, are approximately 10,000 galaxies.

Each of those galaxies contains anywhere from ten million to one trillion stars.

The average star is roughly a million times the size of Earth.

And yet, with all that junk, the Universe is more than 90 percent empty space.

All of that, in this tiny photo. A photo that took 400 orbits and 800 exposures to take.

And the kicker? The photo covers one thirteen-millionth of the entire night sky.

So What Does This Do For Me? If you're like us, it leaves you alternately awash with spiritual wonder and horrified feelings of utter insignificance. Actually imagining just how infinitesimal you are in the scope of the universe is like autoerotic asphyxiation: it's not as pleasant as you'd think, and if you do it wrong you can end up a vegetable.
And without getting too Douglas Adams on you, can you possibly imagine that much space and that many planets and stars and atoms smashing together without intelligent life forming? Now it's just a matter of getting around that pesky general relativity and we'll be chilling with aliens in no time. Or, like, a million years.

Wait, It Gets Worse: So all that shit we just said about how big the universe is (at least 90 billion light years)? Forget it. That's small beans. The Cosmological Horizon is here to make your day a whole lot more complicated. Since we can only observe stellar bodies that have had some effect on us (usually bombarding us with light), there is an outer limit to what we can see of the universe. Hence, the "observable universe.
" What about the rest? The parts of the universe beyond our Starcraft-style fog of war? Well, according to some math we have no interest in going into, the size of the "actual" universe is so large that if the universe we just described (the impossibly, mind-bogglingly large one) were the size of a quarter, the actual universe would be the size of the Earth. Daaaaaaaamn.

Level Of Mind Blowing-ness: The sound of one hand clapping for a tree falling in the woods while no one's around except a guy whose skull is wired with C4.

In case you've still got some bits of gray matter clinging to the shards of your fractured skull, here are some links to information about further scientific theories conceived to make neural cortex dribble out your nostrils.

And, for those whose brains need a quick escape before they implode…

Currently listening : Jungle Fever: Music From The Movie By Stevie Wonder Release date: 1991-05-28

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MidSummer Report
Current mood: productive
Category: Sports

Well. There aren't any fairies on a hillside watching a performance. No goblins or chimera hiding in the shade.

Sometimes, the light is so nice outside that you have to go out into it, even though it is hot (forget what I said the other day, it's blooming hot around here!) and the light is very cleansing. Almost like a vast body of salt water. Well, cleansing wise, not so much for delightful surrounds. But for the moments before it becomes too much, the sunlight is the best, most warm presence in existence.

At night though, it's not so hot. Or it is less humid, I can't judge that now. Whatever it is, it's easier to think at night. Daytime is for action.

It's been a trial for me, since May 22. I found out via a letter that I wasn't going to graduate because of work missing from a class. Whatever, I am still working to right that, so I can get on getting on. Work is at a near standstill, well, learning-wise. I mean, I am still learning things, I'd have to resign if I wasn't ... but the path I thought I'd be on by now isn't happening. Because of the school situation. It's a bore really. I'll try not to repeat it again.
At the outset of this summer, I also had a string of children's cooking classes. That was a brilliant time of my summer. I learned a lot from the kids in my classes. First of all, I'd never heard of or seen a sugar ant. Now I know what they look and act like, and can happily let them run around on my hands. I learned that even when you smile and laugh while being sad, people can tell. Or kids can anyhow. I was missing J real bad that day because he'd been out at work for a couple of days in a row. June was hard for us because we were apart a lot of the time.

J and I are very much back in touch and it is lovely. It's even better than the newlywed glow time because now we can act on things instead of lots of dreaming and thinking. Now is the time to make and do. I can't wait to be back on track at work too. June (and the Stranger) almost stopped us, rather, I almost allowed it to stop me. It did not. And there have already been benefits (benefits that outweigh the cost). I feel closer to J than ever before, and it's obvious because the air at Ave B is clear and sweet. And true. Our conversations are free and easy, and I understand.

Around the house, we've been going through things and making better use of the items in the house, things are going to be parted with ... Anything useful will be made available for use. It's been so much easier than I thought it would be to let go old things, chonkarees (godawful misspelling, that), have space. Space in a house in my mind should be filled with articles. Things to catch. Mostly, dust.

And then you see the space and it's so clear.

Blank wallspace here tells a story of its own. Especially now in the kitchen where the plaster is clearly visible beneath the paint. Its lines and patches are artful without stealing your focus.

Don't get me wrong here, I am currently seeking a wall to put my lovely and now purged down to the essentials (must be more than a good show, it's gotta also be an artful poster) collection of flyers.

Walking out of a corner you let a stranger back you into takes a while. I forgot they were so deep. Like pockets with flaps.


Since I cannot type in what I'm listening to in the little box ... there is a little baby boycat I've been hearing for a while ... he's usually under the house and he came out earlier ... mewing. I tried my damnedest to get him to come to me ... I was gonna get'em. He is fast. I'm listening to him make occasional mews for his mother. I hope she comes back for him, or he lets me catch him.

I'd rather him let me catch him.

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teach this!
Current mood: awake

Ha. I taught my first children's cooking class yesterday. Introduction to Baking, students ages 8-16. Yes, 8 year olds! So funny, because I thought it'd be more difficult to handle little bitties, turns out ... It was the old kids that were the problem, er, challenge.

Kids make funny faces when they eat something they don't like .. we had a chocolate tasting during an 'intermission' ... bittersweet, milk, regular dark (70), and ultra dark (88). Can you guess which the majority liked least? By that I mean, HATED. Yea, ultra is no good for most of them. Two of the girls reallllllly liked it, so much so that I gave them the extra bits that the others didn't want.

The last two kids to get picked up got to have a little tour of the grounds around Hamilton. We visited the herb garden, and tasted and smelled six different herbs. That was super fun!


(the old kids just pouted, texted, and messed up their recipes)

whatev, it was more than 80% awesome, so I'm not dreading the coming ones! Plus, a bunch of the cool, young kids are already signed up for the rest of my classes! By the end of June, I'll really know about six new people, all aged 13 and younger!


Hurrah!


Stephan played this record for me the first time I heard it ... at he, Zack, and Dain's place over on Garfield. Nice afternoons spent there, hey?

Currently listening : No Guitars EP By Helium Release date: 1997-04-08

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soda news
Current mood: thirsty
Category: thirsty Games

Well, we all love it in its varied forms, brown or clear, coke or pepsi, barq's root beer. Here's a little explanation of how it is processed by our magical internals ... crazy bruh.


WHAT HAPPENS WITHIN THE FIRST HOUR OF DRINKING A COLA?

-10 minutes: 10 teaspoons of sugar hit your system, which is 100 percent of your recommended daily intake. You'd normally vomit from such an intake, but the phosphoric acid cuts the flavor.

-20 minutes: Your blood sugar skyrockets. Your liver attempts to maximize insulin production in order to turn high levels of sugar into fat.

-40 minutes: As your body finishes absorbing the caffeine, your pupils dilate, your blood pressure rises, and your liver pumps more sugar into the bloodstream.

-45 minutes: Your body increases dopamine production, tricking you into feeling pleasure and adding to the addictiveness of the beverage.

-60 minutes: The sugar crash begins.

Source- Dr. Mercola: http://www.organicconsumers.org/articles/article_9665.cfm


I personally can hardly imagine vomiting from an influx of sugar, then again I'm not a doctor.


kthx.

Currently listening : Don’t Stay Too Long By Jessamine Release date: 01 September, 1998

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on sleeping in rollers
Current mood: hopeful
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

I have been absent for some time. More absent than not being 'round these digi-parts even.

I have always had some *quirks*, but lately they have become mildly out of control.

Lately = The last six months

Mildly out of control?

Sorta dead? I guess plain old out of control is what I mean.

The last quarter has been good for me. I am on a line again, in the largest operation for me, ever. It helps my mind function more linearly, cooking on a line. Being prone to rabbit trails, it is a boon, A BOON I SAY!

I was work-idle for a long time, I don't really count my last job as a job even; it was more like an episode of *whatchagonnadoboutthisshithere* than a service job. With my work-idleness came .....clogation of my mind. More convoluted and painprone than ever. Not my own pain, I definitely made some for myself, but mostly I was finding myself more and more with the giving of pain (real or imagined, I'm telling you, my lines got blurry). I have not broken anyone's instep; my weapon is a more stinging kind, in the mind.

Due to chances and the universe (and one person in particular), I have a hope and feeling that with my newly refound mental clarity and with open communication (and lots of other things that will make me forget the point) I may free myself to let go the games I learned when I was little(r). Since you can't really expunge character traits (good or unfortunate ones), I'd better figure out a way to redirect, or translate....or any other eso-word could apply.

Mostly I preyed on strangers.

Thank you for reading my shit.

I have wiped my ass and am ready to move on, LET'S GO!

Currently listening : Live from Planet X By MF Doom Release date: 22 March, 2005

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drool
Current mood: calm
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

is what was on my pillow this morning.

So peculiar, cause I don't typically drool, asleep or otherwise.

Had great fun at 307 this mid-week. Hope For Agoldensummer was delightful, and I got to meet a Claire....in fact, she and I simultaneously held out our right hands, smiled and said...Hi! Im Clair(e). hahahahahahahahaha, that has never never never happened to me before. I've seen Jason named friends of mine do that little dance like it's no big deal. She'd never had it happen before either. Rightio then, big fun. Dark Meat was way hotter in person than on disc. I mean really. REALLY!
It was nice visiting with James, Lauren, Jessie, Paige, Dallas ('specially when he climbed things and banged a pot on a ceiling thing), Matt, and the ever lovely Verity. Carla, Margaret, Christa and I had a great time. I am not required to mention every person I saw out, just the ones that made me gi-gid-giddy! But for the hard core showgoers (which I am no longer what with school and all...when bands from 638 miles away play....bruh(!) I pay!), the turn out sucked. Was it the rain? Was it the fact the few are programmed to look for flyers? Was it the fact that it was midterms? Was it Stinking Lizaveta playing down the street? Was it....Galactic playing up the street? I doubt it. I am going with the rain being a major obstacle. Too bad that, cause you know the 307 sounds great, so great you could hear every single instrument on stage while the fleshy people played. Even the tiny tiny flute looking thing. what's that? A piccolo? I guess not many Rock City hipsters have drip dry clothes. Me, I got nothing else.

I promised (and I intend to keep it) that I would go to the next AOC garage sale. I don't know just what I'll bring. Fortunately, I have gobs of stuff that is still fairly useful....to someone. So, when I find out what day it tapes and airs, I'll let you know so you can watch me not know how to be in front of a camera.....LIVE!

My mid-terms are done and finished. I got out with all satisfactory grades. Hurrah!

And today I get "advised". Don't know why they call it that.

Really, all she does is take the hold off my account.

That's one thing I don't like. Calling things something big and fancy, when it's really nine keystrokes. I know some of my fellow students have actual real advisors, but pas moi cher. Me, I got a female who doesn't even read my sheet of completed hours, and she should cause she's only been my advisor for three (as of today) semesters. Before that, I had a man. He cared only about the health of my money. During our talks, he would frequently put my folder down to go online and show me the various skeezy places I could put it.

I liked it much better back when I had my Mom to take the hold off and I could register for what my heart wanted me to register for. Of course....that's at least partly to blame for me having close to one hundred twenty hours and nowhere near a degree.


But that was the nineties, and celebrating intellectual curiosity was the norm.


I have no music playing just now. I can however, hear Carla's alarm. It is a zen alarm clock. It dings. After some small time passes, it dings again. The dings get closer and closer until finally, it dings steadily for three whole minutes. That is what it is doing now...ding ding ding ding ding ding ding.

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Have you ever ridden?
Current mood: FRISKY
Category: FRISKY Goals, Plans, Hopes

I rode horses throughout my high school years (high school is fresh in my mind today because, well, it is dammit) and days like this were always the best. Why? The horses woke up with the air under their tails and they were frisky. Frisky? Riding out meant you had to be on top, and all those muscles in their backs....wooOo hunching, bunching, it's gonna be a ride today! If you arrived blessed, you might even get some playful bucking action, just lean back love. It'll be alright.

Currently listening : Stand at the Edge & Listen By Dire Wood Release date: 09 May, 2006

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Current mood: chilly! Hurrah!
Category: chilly! Hurrah! Quiz/Survey

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Currently listening : The Normal Years By Built to Spill Release date: 23 April, 1996

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