When I was a little kid I thought micro film was a small black vinyl-like pouch the size of a quarter that cold fit a massive amount of newspaper records inside. Sort of like the cartoon black hole from Who Framed Roger Rabbit. Very pliable and sort of magically bending physics. I’d misunderstood a books description of it and simply thought it was invented so librarians could fit lots of historical archives in tiny black pouches that go in a filing cabinet. I’d love to know what that book was and read it again to figure out where I’d gone wrong. Hell, I’d love to get my hands on some microfilm.
Growing up I felt strongly that kids who believed in Santa and the Easter Bunny were deluded fools. Total heartless cynic. But for years I saved horns, shells, bones and feathers secretly thinking that if I brought them on our next trip to the desert and respectfully left them the creatures would be able to come back to life. I seriously have no idea where I got that impression. Damn hippies.
I never bought into unicorns or fantastical dolphin scenes but privately fully believed in coexisting realities, that aware hallucinations were a valid teaching tool and that the comfort/ wisdom in connections man finds in numerology/ astrology/ symbols etc are a product of our leftover reptilian brains. At 10 years old. But not dragons or unicorns, that would be stupid.
God, how do I not live in a tree by now…
I had to call 911 3 hrs ago because a homeless woman slashed a homeless mans throat outside my bedroom window. With a bottle from my recycling. A cop car drove past and shone a spotlight so the man stood up and drunkenly waved and staggered around for a moment so the cop left. The woman wandered back and they have rolled out a bedroll on the concrete but are still fist fighting, screaming, breaking bottles, bleeding, etc.
If you do it wrong you could do time. But if you do it right it is sublime…
Sometimes I wish I had the deepest, smoothest baritone. The kind of voice that soothed and took everyone to a happy place. A voice that makes you smell woody things. A nice deep Burl Ives kind of voice to make you think of Christmas and winter and rugs and log fires. A Captain Beefheart voice sitting in a chair describing worms tunneling underground. Tom Waits muttering and looking through his garage. More romantic things too, a deep voice can remind me of sleeping on a bear skin when we didn’t have a bed yet and of getting over the fear of riding on the back of a motorcycle / holding hands running full speed in the forest in the pitch black. A voice like that could confidently talk me into almost anything. It’s exciting and settling to hear a voice like that. I want that.
But I remember that when I sing kareoke I sing Barbra Streisand and Starship and Gershwin and my metal scream is phenomenal mostly becase I have a higher voice. Oh well.
p.s. We seriously need to have a Iron Maiden kareoke-off.
So months ago Donatello Vincenze and I were at a liquor store getting provisions for a house party. Sometimes we like to throw in a few mudslides or wine coolers into the bundle for jokes. On this night I grabbed three peach wine coolers because they were on sale and even more budget looking than the regular wine coolers. We then proceed to frolic and sing and get tipsy and get drinky which is when the wine coolers come out. At the time I was wasted enough to think this wine cooler was downright delicious, I drank a second one and then… probably started arm wrestling dudes or something. But the third wine cooler haunted me, for some reason came home with me and moved onto a bookshelf.
not pictured: my braces and mall bangs
I set up rewards for drudgery often without really caring about the reward because I know I operate mentally like a horse grinning at a floating carrot. I had a little goal that I am proud of meeting but don’t really want to disclose and sort of declared I’d drink the sad wine cooler when goal was met. I should have made my reward a bottle of Oban.. Tonight I have to drink this wine cooler. I’m sure it’ll go swell with my pot sticker dinner.
I made a pizza for dinner. It was tasty.
Those are my feet. Pizza as follows:
-premade thin pizza bread from Whole Foods. 2 for $5, around a medium sized pizza.
-pesto
-few mushrooms
-few artichoke hearts
-handful of fresh basil and thyme from the rabbits food drawer
-less cheese than you think you need or it’ll be crazy heavy and oily with all the pesto and artichokes olive oil content
-400° for 12 min, 12 min cool, cut in half twice, destroy with your mouth.
Boosh that’s a good pizza.
Edited to add I’ve made a few more and have perfected the science. A few spoonfuls of pasta sauce / chopped bell peppers / zuke / a crap ton of herbs and no cheese. A delight in your mouth.
Taking stuff off my camera card I found a few awful pics that I enjoy, one being a cupcake taken too soon. At whole foods they make vegan chocolate cupcakes (the moistest of cupcakes) with two oreos on top with chrysanthemum frosting. Very exciting. So I get in the car ready for a picnic and Marco Giovanni steals an oreo. Clearly the cupcake is ruined and no longer edible. No longer beautiful but kinda tasty looking.
Also, please look upon the face of cute before she became a crazy girl in her first heat who makes me want to cry and strangle. She was a ball of love and sweet times. She had a good belly and a couple of good little feet to hold. She enjoyed rubbins and blankets. Now she wants to hump dudes and eat your face. Mem’ries.
In other news poker stars and some other poker sites have had members bank accounts seized by the governnment last week. Players, including some majors rackers who make their fanciful income playing online are losing their winnings finding out players gambling on xxx_randompokersite__xx.COM is deemed illegal in this country. Make sure you are playing on a pokerstars__or__whatevs.NET if you’re decent enough to make a few bucks. Really just making sure your major online poker vice site is overseas if you plan on playing real money games. Or you could go outside. I’m sure the southbay is shaking in their boots right about now;P
Lastly before I go to bed I want to point out that Pride and Prejudice and Zombies looked pretty abomidable in reviews but now that I’ve received it in gift form I still can barely bring myself to skim through it. It just looks like crap. I read my share of garbage and popular lit but yeesh. I don’t want to say Jane Austin is sooo over but I feel like this is a coffee table book that made the New York Times which.. yeah. Convince me to give it a shot?
Holy Crap. Modcloth has the biggest restocking I’ve seen in ages going on right now. I love this site for window shopping, they always have one thing I adore among a sea of hipster shlock but dang. SO many cute things. Too many shoes and dresses that’ll prob go out of stock again before I get the nerve to spend. In the last week I’ve already ordered too many things online. Bank account abuse is really tempting me lately, so many sales flying around the internets. I think my debit card is about to take back the night and march itself into my freezer pretty soon.
Cute things are cute, enjoy Modcloth…
Just dropped off Marco Donatello Noel at the airport. He’s off for a painters masters program for 2 months in the countryside so he gets new Italian names. I’ll miss the poop out of him but this is a super awesome trip. He will return with many many paintings under his arm and a sensual new accent.
I got us some sweet headphones with microphones so we can skype for free AND look like awesome gamers/ telemarketers. That and a new camera card so he can take lots of pictures. Hopefully he’ll get some internet service or we’re fucked for communication. Our carrier pigeons are lazy and fattened on KFC.
Still pretty sad and worried about being lonely but I’m sure in while I’ll be used to this oddness, heh.
….SO who wants fuckkin party spring break?!!! WOOO!!!nope not feeling it yet, oh well;)
It’s after 5 am, I have a raging head cold and have had to work nights all this week. I feel like my whole life is trying to sleep and get better until I have to get dressed for work lately. Insane, sick and exhausted. So much so lately that yesterday I got home from work; undressed, took some vitamin C and put some fake rabbit ears on my head while I sat at my desk before bed. Not because it was funny, I did it without thinking. All I want in the world is a fresh baked chocolate chip cookie. I never want this normally but right now it does not seem like too much to ask. Instead I will go to bed to continue my series of dreams about hearing my organs function and talking oatmeal in a classroom. Tomorrow I get off my shift at 3am.
SPACE MADNESS.
Fun Fact: Spain or Spania mean ‘land of rabbits’.
“A pretty girl in her underwear – if there’s anything better in this world who cares..”
There are a few things I’ve loved so much I thought I had to keep them away from me. It’s such a childish reaction that I know if I try to prevent myself from I will consider myself old and no longer full of immature whist and spirit. One of the things I’ve stupidly felt this way about is Stephen Merrits 69 Love Songs. I’ve avoided the three albums for years and I’m a dummy for it. There’s no shortage to internet odes to this trilogy but I’ve been listening to it again tonight and having a lovely time and I really reccomend you go and do the same. It’s very funny and sweet and tragic and not too overbearing. Well, sometimes it’s much too overbearing, pour yourself a glass. It’s an album to delight in while you shatter yourself.