| We ended up with two reviews this weekend; both saw the show on the rocky first night and fairly savaged it. Me? I hit my cues, knew my lines, and sang my numbers. I even got to do a number a cappella when the music didn't come on - and not to toot my own horn too much, but I think I did a pretty good job with it.
Anyway, the sun came up this morning, and I put my pants on one leg at a time and all that.
Two more to go. Hey, come see it anyway. It can't be as bad as the reviews. (No, I'm very confident in saying that. It can't. :-) | comments: Leave a comment   |
| I found it. I found the awesomest house.
3100sq ft. Hardwood floors, walls, everything. Vaulted ceilings, nice backyard, comes with a grill & a bottle of wine, covered front porch with swing, cute little crescent cement benches, lots of light throughout the house, big kitchen, lots of balconies. Landlord says we can move in right now & not have to pay for the month of July.
Now, how do I make sure not to do what I did last time? Interviews started today.
P.S. Thanks for letting me use your kitchen ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) lasofia . Let me know what you think of the steak.
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| Well yep. This weekend has been one exceptional, unabashed, and transcendent flying of my freak flag. I will take that bold silliness, freedom of attention/intention, and wild sassiness for the win, thank you.
It's much easier being here in this way. I think I shall keep doing it. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| The heat is messing with my eating schedule. Its just too hot to eat. In an attempt to save money on our AC, we have it set at 80 but lately its been so hot I dont think the AC has made it down to 80 during the day. Its working so hard but its just not getting there. When I'm home all day I really just want two meals- breakfast and a late dinner. I dont want to digest anything, I just want a glass of water. If its a weekday, I eat a lot all day long because my work keeps the AC up high. Then I come home and dont want dinner cuz its too bloody hot. So really most days I'm only eating 2 meals but I dont think its really hurting me. I know I eat a lot more than my body needs anyway. Note the 30lbs of extra fat I'm carrying around as exhibit A.
I'm not actively trying to lose weight, but it would be nice to drop a few pounds before the wedding. Maybe the heat is a blessing in disguise. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Just got back from a housewarming party. I knew one person going in & apparently I have gotten used to knowing at least a certain number of people at all the parties that I go to. This was not the case so I was quiet at first, but then I got to meet new people! Yay! I spent most of the night talking with a woman who really wanted to fuck a midget. She was really a blast & her brother is very awesome too. Anyway, if anyone knows any male midgets looking for a one or 2 night stand let me know & I will hook them up with my girl. She is only here until Saturday tho, so call soon! Also, met a shitload of people from work. Way to go fruity company that I work for! Now I have inhaled too much cigarette smoke and I am coughing alot, but I am going to bed because I am going kayaking this morning after I get my 5 hours of sleep.
Hope everyone had a great night! | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| I am exhausted.
Thanks to everyone who came out to the Harry Potter party. We kind of ran out of room to put people but we had just enough food and I had a ton of fun. I love you guys.
Then I got up this morning and helped Allison move and saw some cool people. Ran some errands, went to the library (and saw cute library boy), did all the domestic crap for the week (laundry, bills, grocery shopping) and a load of dishes. Watched a documentary about the deaf with J while eating tasty sandwiches. Ran by the moms' house to give the cat a shot. Ran by PCN and saw all the other people I hadn't seen yet this weekend. And about an hour into it I realize I'm exhausted and overheated and just want to sit in the dark quiet with my air conditioning. I managed to stay for an hour and a half but then I just had to come home. J was good enough to take me despite having an interesting conversation. Best husband ever. And now my couch awaits. Mmmmm couch. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
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MEDITATIONS AT LAGUNITAS- Robert Hass
All the new thinking is about loss.
In this it resembles all the old thinking.
The idea, for example, that each particular erases
the luminous clarity of a general idea. That the clown-
faced woodpecker probing the dead sculpted trunk
of that black birch is, by his presence,
some tragic falling off from a first world
of undivided light. Or the other notion that,
because there is in this world no one thing
to which the bramble of blackberry corresponds,
a word is elegy to what it signifies.
We talked about it late last night and in the voice
of my friend, there was a thin wire of grief, a tone
almost querulous. After a while I understood that,
talking this way, everything dissolves: justice,
pine, hair, woman, you and I. There was a woman
I made love to and I remembered how, holding
her small shoulders in my hands sometimes,
I felt a violent wonder at her presence
like a thirst for salt, for my childhood river
with its island willows, silly music from the pleasure boat,
muddy places where we caught the little orange-silver fish
called pumpkinseed. It hardly had to do with her.
Longing, we say, because desire is full
of endless distances. I must have been the same to her.
But I remember so much, the way her hands dismantled bread,
the thing her father said that hurt her, what
she dreamed. There are moments when the body is as numinous
as words, days that are the good flesh continuing.
Such tenderness, those afternoons and evenings,
saying blackberry, blackberry, blackberry.
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| | When I was a kid, I was a tomboy and my mom didn't teach me a damn thing about makeup or doing your hair and actually somewhat actively encouraged against it ("growing up too fast" and whatnot), and my friends -- mostly dorky boys, and then pothead boys, and then punk rock boys and a few goth girls, etc -- sure as hell never taught me any of that shit either. I feel like I can finally do makeup sort of okay now, but I only really know how to do a couple of things, and I don't know how to do hair at all. The only reason my hair ever looks halfway presentable is because I was blessed with genes that give me straight shiny hair naturally, and I know how to get a decent haircut once in a while. But when I try to do anything at all to it -- like I did just now, optimistically trying out this rolly brush thing and doing what I've seen hair stylists do to me a zillion times, every time I get a haircut, and give it a little bounce and slight curl at the end -- I end up sitting here on the verge of tears with a hairbrush somehow affixed to my head with a nest of hair around it. I am hoping that once my hair air-dries completely, the natural straight/softness of it will let me extract the brush without causing too much damage, but seriously, this is why "we" (me + myself) can never go to fancy places. Jesus. This is part of a whole array of reasons why at least some small part of me always feels like I'm in drag or something if I actually try to look "pretty," because I never knew anything about this shit anyway and I'm just faking it and hoping no one notices, and I still feel that way even with my curvy hips and fancy shampoo and favorite eyeliner (Urban Decay, "rockstar"). I mean, I don't want a corporate job ever really, but I also don't think I ever could even get one, because I just literally don't know how to look like that, and can't do it even if I try. Motherfucker. There really is a roll-brush stuck to the back of my head right now. And some small part of me seems to actually buy into the notion that girls who get brushes stuck to the backs of their heads aren't "real" girls. Ugh. I need some kind of break from life here. | | comments: 27 comments or Leave a comment |
| Two interesting driving situations this week:
1. Monday morning, driving to work, at the corner of 360 and Lost Creek waiting for the light to turn. An SUV comes up behind me, on the right shoulder, and turns LEFT, against a red light, across some six lanes of traffic (two lanes in each direction and two turning lanes), without so much as a flicker of brake lights. There was a large truck in the left-hand lane, so part of the turn was done wholly blind without any knowledge of whether there was a car in the intersection.
Effect on actual drive: None. The car was gone before the light changed.
Effect on blood pressure and anger level: outrage that lasted some time, arriving at work to tell the receptionist, "you will NOT believe what some idiot just did!"
2. Tuesday morning, also driving to work, corner of Barton Hills Drive and Robert E. Lee. I come around the curve before the intersection and slam on my brakes due to the unusual ten-car backup. About ten cars up, I can see that a blind man is sort of aimlessly meandering around in the street with his cane, until finally someone in one of the cars he's blocking realizes he's gotten confused and can't find the sidewalk, and rolls down a window to direct him to the side of the street. One by one, the cars begin to make their turns onto Robert E. Lee, and the man stands there on the corner, *apologising* for holding up traffic as each car pulls up and stops next to him. He is still there, saying, "Sorry, folks, appreciate your patience," when I pull up to the corner. My irritation at waiting gone, I call out the window, "No problem, sir, don't worry about it, you have a nice day."
Effect on actual drive: two to three minutes delay causing me to miss the light at Barton Springs, which put me another couple of minutes delayed, plus scary moment when I discovered a usually-clear roadway contained obstacles at 30 mph.
Effect on blood pressure and anger level: dissipated almost immediately.
The person who actually affected and inconvenienced me upset me less than the person who had no effect on me whatsoever. It was just the apparent *entitlement* of the action that really angered me. Because, as people, we all get in one another's way sometimes, and we all do stupid things sometimes, but some people are a lot more aware of how their lives affect the people around them than others.
And maybe I'm judging. Maybe the person in the SUV is on a final tardiness warning for a job, has a family to feed and a spouse out of work, was running late this morning because of a sick kid, and took a stupid chance. Maybe it was someone who got a call from a suicidal friend, or had hit a dog and was rushing it to the vet, or had gotten a call from school saying little Timmy fell off the jungle gym and was bleeding from the ears. But though I'm an idealist I'm not that naive, so I imagine that 'entitlement' and 'arrogance' are probably better explanations.
I love you all. | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| J is the best husband ever. I came home today to find okra, tomatoes, and sausage working on the stove and a bunch of rice in the rice cooker. Also, a load of dishes done and all the shopping done for the
HARRY POTTER PARTY TOMORROW AT 7!
Please note that we're starting at 7 on the dot. I have 2 movies to get through and I'm going to want to go to bed eventually.
J will be making a shepherd's pie and a chicken pot pie. We have butterbeer and jelly bellies. I've heard other people mention bringing cupcakes and eclairs. All signs point to it being a fantastic evening. You should come. | | comments: 7 comments or Leave a comment |
| Watching BSG tonight, there was a scene between Gaius and Six in which she talks about God and he yells at her for being superstitious and believing in fairy tales and says she's no smarter than a toaster.
It reminded me of several conversations I've been a part of lately in which friends I otherwise think the world of have said troubling things about people of faith. If proselytizing atheists can't reach the lofty standards of discourse of weasely Gaius Baltar, I don't think it's the religious people who have a problem.
(This is pretty delightful, apart for some par for the course sexism.) | | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment |
| So I'm listening to this Beatles tribute album, where the schtick is that it's just Rubber Soul, but each song is a cover done by one of these youngsters I've heard so much about. So there's "I'm Looking Through You" by Ted Leo, "If I Needed Someone" by Nellie McKay, and so forth.
Since I'm hearing new versions, I'm listening to some Beatles songs with a more critical ear than I've previously applied, since my parents (along with their entire generation, duh) are big Beatles nuts, and as a result I've been hearing these songs since before it would have occurred to me to apply a critical ear.
I guess where I'm going with this is: I'm just now realizing, but there's a strong argument to be made that the lyrics to "Run For Your Life" are kind of fucked up.
Anyway. The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess has the most jaw-droppingly beautiful graphics of any video game I've ever seen. I don't mean like, "check out whut they cin do with them thar compooters nowdays," although it's got that in spades. I mean aesthetically the nightmare twilighty evil world is fucking gorgeous, and the landscape designers deserve awards and groupies they will never receive.
I'm gonna go play it. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| my friend valetoile's amazing improv troupe parallelogramophonograph (pgraph.com) is going to be in boston TOMORROW (thursday)!
the first time i saw them perform, they evolved a satirical post-apocalyptic dystopian play with multiple persistent characters from basically nothing. not only did it make sense, it was hysterically funny. color me extremely impressed.
info here:
http://valetoile.livejournal.com/173701.html
July 9th, 8pm - Boston (Improv Boston) - Some Like it Improvised | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| It's that time of year again, kiddies. Who wants to go with me to the Chicago comic book convention?
Oddly enough, every year for the last seven years I've gone with a different person. Except last year, when I didn't go because for some reason they moved the convention up two months, and I was on my honeymoon.
INCONSIDERATE, I SHOULD SAY.
Either way though, let's see some love for cheap crap, smuggled drinks, and fat dudes in Robin costumes. Who's in? | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
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