Monday, June 28, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
I had a great night out, got a little tipsy, it was open mic, a teenager with a Katy Perry wig always hogs time but the bartender is supercute and he bought me drinks. I have to somehow not let it upset me, though, the whole man problem. Getting hit on by people I have no interest in really sours my mood big time. It makes me feel exactly like when I put a dollar in the vending machine but the frito bag gets stuck and won't come out. Like Sunnie says, I should just take it as a compliment. She's great at that, she takes it like: meh of course you want to kiss my ass, do!, just kiss my ass!
Tbone showed up tonight.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
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You're entering a phase of your long-term cycle when cultivating abundance is an especially smart thing to do. To take maximum advantage, I suggest that you be both extra generous and extra receptive to generosity. Bestow more blessings than usual and put yourself in prime positions to gather in more blessings than usual. I realize that the second half of this assignment might be a challenge. You Virgos often feel more comfortable giving than receiving. But in this case, I must insist that you attend to both equally. The giving part won't work quite right unless the receiving part is in full bloom. (cry)
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nick lowe - the beast in me (sopranos soundtrack)
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
and the worst part is that I got to that story by link hopping from a headline that read "Why are so many people having sex with their pets?" (the answer: so they can post it on facebook)
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
I'd like to believe this, but I don't. Sunnie does, DmS does, Amy does, all the smart people I know do, but I just can't. The same (problematic) way that I can't believe that abuse isn't, sort of, the woman's fault. I've been that woman. I guess I am identifying (too much) with the gulf itself or something >:(
Meanwhile, it was a good day. It rained hard. So the roofing had to slow down. To stop, actually. Given the thunder, (lordy I love thunder - I'm an angry water lover! ha.) there was nothing we could do. And we couldn't do anything else on our wishlist, so I had to just not do much for about half a dozen hours. I napped and cleaned and made a cheesecake for Hungryman Thursday, hazelnut-infused and marbled with fresh first-of-the-year strawberries, which is right now filling the entire house with the smell of baking hot sugar butter.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
The interviews improved this morning . . . the guy last night was a self-absorbed block of crap, and/but I was the bitch for insisting that matters. M said that he was ‘compelling in his desperation’, as if I were being mean to kittens. (eyeroll)
At the studio, they’re up my butt to work even more bc Mark and his wife want the entire next month off because she’s having a baby – her parents are here from Amsterdam to help, they’re renting them an apartment and a car for several months, they still can’t afford to pay me for all this work (which is okay for now, but still), and they need 4 adults to care for one crappy baby?! (armscrossy)
I’ve conducted 4 interviews in 1 ½ days, taught 2 classes, graded a mountain of papers, cared for my 2 kids myself (one of whom got another 4 teeth pulled today for another $400 out of pocket), put 200 miles on my car . . . then I do this morning interview w another guy who is nuts but interesting, and I’m trying to focus on that because his book includes interviews with Johnny Marr and Richard Thompson and others, so I’m interesting in talking about guitar playing as a form of poetics like rebuttals to the more famous vocalists and what these musicians are like to talk to actually etc. Then I need to go fetch my kid and race all the way back to a distant suburb for the ortho appointment so can I please not do the lunch(?) and M throws a hissy because, as she shrieks, she is TRYING TO WRITE AN ARTICLE. I try to be mindful that everyone’s obligations are equally valid, so a kid doesn’t trump an article, but um I can’t imagine screeching my childcare pressures as if anyone would care and if I did that I’d be dismissed as not serious enough to hold my academic job, so why do I need to accommodate everyone’s needs for space and time for all their reasons all the time!?? I bit my tongue of course and moved lunch earlier, as in right then, fine I’ll take him for an omelet whatever, eat fast Bub . . . (armssooocrossssy)
Then back home with a bloody mouthed kid finally w dinner to make and laundry to do on and on and never ever ever once does anyone offer anything useful or helpful to me whatsoever. (X doesn’t even remember his kid is in pain today, and/or that I am tending to it, for instance. Of course.)
The whole time, I’m listening to this on the radio in the car, getting more and more pissed off. It seems to sum up what my problem is today: people expect everything for free, are outraged in fact when they have to even consider anyone or anything else in their cost analyses. Remember when everyone was saying that the Wallstreet Asswipes shouldn’t “privatize profits and socialize losses”? Well why do we think we can socialize cheap gas and privatize the costs of this spill? Saying that BP is “solely responsible” for this mess is like blaming the hooker for the existence of prostitution, as if the pimp (the government) and the john (who wants sex without the hassle of even minimal interpersonal expenditure to get it, in this case all of us driving our gas guzzlers all over hell on whore gas with only our own personal immediate goals in mind ever) aren’t an issue. I include myself in this, and when I see clearly that I myself deserve no quarter then I’m not in the mood to grant blind leeway to anyone else.
In other words, in general, just assume that the most deserved response to you (and me) today is Fuck Off. Don’t even try to figure out why or what for exactly, just take it: Fuck Off.
Monday, June 14, 2010
I would say that working constantly is keeping me relatively satisfied by perhaps acting as a relief well on my inner life, effectly cementing off the flow of discontent by leaving no time for it. But actually that metaphor might not work at all. <:/
listening to: magic wands - black magic, very catchy summertime pop type song
love horoscope: The planetary energies activate your social life to the extent that you may wonder just what has hit you. A meeting may prove very fortunate as far as romance is concerned, although you may not immediately recognize this potential in the person you encounter. Your first impression is likely to be of someone who is a fast talker, knows their own mind, and has plenty to say.
hmm welp I'm dong hiring interviews all day today, from 10 a.m. - 10 p.m., with grinding paper grading in the breaks between - maybe the poetdude who is the dinner interview will talk fast, which would be good because then I wouldn't have to talk at all . . . .
Friday, June 11, 2010
TJ: Mom, they said 2 million
Me: I know I know
TJ: No it’s 2! Not 200. You said it was 200!AH! when you turned it off this morning, remember?
Me:
TJ: So it’s not a billion gallons this week.
Ears: She said it was a billion last week too.
Me: Did I? Well, I mean millions and billions as a metaphor.
TJ: Right. Did they have math when you were a kid?
Ears: giggle
Me: Shut up. Ok genius if it’s 2 million a day, how long until we get to a real billion?
TJ: Are you sure you want to know?
Ears: You just can’t figure it out.
TJ: How many days has it been?
Me: It’s been 7 weeks.
TJ: sooothats49times2roundituptimes . . . about 70 weeks.
Me:
Ears:
Me: I’m going to take your word on that.
Ears: gigglegiggle
Me: Shut. Up.
TJ: Is everything ok? Like are you sure the bills are paid and stuff?
Ears: gigglegigglegiggle
Me: O shut up Ears, you can’t do math for shit either.
Ears: I’m not in charge of anything. You’re in charge of everything.
TJ: Which is a very scary thought right now.
Me: lol SHUT UP!
Thursday, June 10, 2010
My resting tone is sardonic (armscrossy). But actually, aside from the fact that the world is ending, finally I feel reliably and consistently good. I could be a little happier, and I could be writing a novel, but . . . . meh. Not long ago my resting state was between bored stiff and miserable as hell (faking it). Now it's between pretty good and just fine most of the time. My kids, they laugh at my jokes, Ears holds the doors for old ladies instinctively the way FPH does and I love that, the neighbors let my dog out if I'm running late, my phone goes off all the time with texts and emails exchanging nothing much but life tidbits. It's unremarkable in almost every way, which turns out to be the thing I'm remarking with pleasure in my rare spare moments.
I'm about to teach yoga - in just walked an old grad student acquaintance, a professor now I know at a nearby university. He pauses, decides "no way", I smile, leave it alone. Once I would have winced and wondered what language poetry bullshit thing I was about not to know. Now I'm going to make it fine for him that he's in those really awful cargo shorts.
Wednesday, June 09, 2010
Mad enough to not drive our cars? Hell, I can't find anyone (after being very obnoxious on the subject to all my friends and several classes full of people) who is mad enough to pay 10 cents more per gallon willingly.
Every morning, I get up and read about the spill until I want to blow my head off, and then read about stuff like the details of Gary Coleman's will. This is my fave distraction story of the morning, I love the bystander commentary "Why do this if you're married?", ha. Ok how many of you, married or not, would risk a $500 fine to have hot sex on a picnic table? Personally, I prefer working class automobiles for public ludeness but . . . meh . . .
Tuesday, June 08, 2010
VIRGO, The detours you take and the diversions you chase will prove astoundingly productive, since you will get inspiration from unexpected sources. It's what keeps your image fresh.
and from astrologyzone: In many ways, your life is getting better every day and in every way. You've been through a great deal over the past two years, but now you are seeing the end to a long and arduous journey. . . . Put a big gold star on your calendar when Jupiter and Uranus will conjoin in Aries - June 8 - making for one of the most dazzling economic days of the year! It should be a standout day - a real dazzler. Use it for key meetings, presentations, and to make applications.
Sunday, June 06, 2010
o sexual relations between a woman and anyone she breastfed as an infant is not cool, whew, why didn't I think of that to worry about? lordy you'd think sex was some kind of nuclear device for all that elaborate cautious handling. are islamic clerics all virgos and capricorns or what? hahahahahahlol
Saturday, June 05, 2010
Friday, June 04, 2010
Thursday, June 03, 2010
Wednesday, June 02, 2010
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
Sat night, I had my first ‘house party’, ie a party for the house. I had it smudged out w sage and a tribal drum, had the energy read and the ghost (re)located (having displaced the poor bloke again w the endless undone projects that I do myself and/or fuck up in the void, etc.). To stand where the ghost stands to watch me, you have to come here, it’s too hard to describe. I showed it to MilknCookies, she shivered all over freaked out. I showed it to Officer FBI, and he shivered all over freaked out. I don’t find it very freaky. I get goose bumps like someone is breathing on the back of me, but it doesn’t feel bad. I like having a man around the house, one like that, an appreciable but aloof presence. I got lots of advice about my energy, which is becoming (if not already done becoming and IS) totally and utterly and irrevocably singular. Not necessarily solitary, since obviously there are lots of people around in my life now, so much going on that I can hardly keep up. But that’s part of it, I have filled every corner of my own existence, all my space and all my time. And I’m not sure I want to change that. I say I do, but I think maybe I’ve tricked myself, the way a mother tricks a child into being good for Santa Claus, telling my girly self to keep a heart happy for Prince Charming. Even my music allows for hardly anyone else, and I haven’t noticed because I blog it. Sometimes I really am suggesting you listen to a good song, but mostly if you did listen you’d probably hear a song too morose and complicated to play any other way but alone in your room or car. Usually when I blog a song, I am saying essentially, “I am having a conversation with this song today and that conversation has nothing to do with you“. FPH and I used to say, “I am having a conversation with this song and that conversation has something to do with you”. I'm not sure DmS would concur that we did the same but I did on my end. And as a result of thinking of music that way, of thinking of myself as “relating“ in that way, I would blog songs that made me think of other people too, I would be in a state of relating to some degree whenever music played . . . but I dropped much of that, and I didn’t even notice the crucial difference it makes, the affect on me. Among other things, for a whole night I struggled to play any music that would be communal at all, would set any kind of mood for more-than-one-alone. These little things - in my space, in my time, in my sound environment, and probably more ways that I‘m not aware of still - they are all forging me apart. I am casting an apart spell on myself. I want to break it. (Or do I?)
No song. I don’t have one that really speaks for me to anyone. (Or vice versa, eh?)
How skilled are you at getting things done and making things happen? This is different from just being busy; it's not the same as scrambling around attending to whatever tasks are at the forefront of your attention. I'm talking about actually cranking out excellent results that manifest a comprehensive vision of your intentions. I'm talking about working hard and smart to serve the big picture, not working frenetically and mechanically to rid yourself of nervous mental energy. You're in a phase when these themes are especially important, Virgo. Be a master of the details; don't let the details master you.