Just for Trina

I have no pictures of me to post. Sorry. Tell Mary to hop in her Mustang with you and Annie and come and see it for yourself!

they begin again...

So, I've been having weird dreams again lately. I can't remember them all, but last night's was VERY interesting (at least what I can remember):

My apartment was a strange combination f my current apartment, and my apartment in Maine... It had a MASSIVE bathroom situation. There was a really nice sunken jaccuzi tub, a european shower, a dressing area (it was about as big as my apartment is now), with 2 dorrs leading off of it. They led into a very strange little barn-themed extra bathroom with a huge shower/tub and 2 shower stalls, and off of this room, there was a room with a couch. My sister was there. I was taking care of a baby... Who looked a lot like Gonzo. The Muppet. But it wasn't a Gonzo creature, it was a different one. And all of a sudden, there was a helicopter searching for the baby I was watching in the room with the couch, and so I got off the couch, put the weird baby UNDER the couch, and in busts... Gonzo who thought it was his baby...

It was VERY hot last night, maybe that had something to do with it.

I had someone leave me a message on my phone yesterday about a job where I'd help parents of newborns adjust... She said my resume and references looked great, the one area of need was: "I'm concerned about your lack of lactation experience." I didn't know lactation was something that you could practice. It's not really a voluntary action.

The great Moth Invasion?

There are thousands of moths that hang out at twilight. There might be 12, there may be millions, what with my inability to visually estimate numbers, but there's WAY too many of them around these days. Last night I had to chase about 7 of them out via a complicated system of turning lights on and off in a path that led out the door. It makes me think of a line from an Ani song (just bought "Evolve" which won a grammy for cover design - part of which is feeding into my moth horror, so it's on my mind... review to follow):

and there's this moth outside my kitchen door
she's bonkers for that bare bulb
flying round in circles
bashing in her exoskull
and out in the woods she navigates fine by the moon
but get her around a light bulb and she's doomed

As far as what I think of the album, I still love what she does with the language and how she manipulates it to evoke great imagery and emotion.... but I just don't like where she's been headed musically the past 4-5 years... It's just a preference, but so much of her music embodies the contemporary/avant garde New Orleans Jazz sound that just drives me insane... So, right now, I'm an advocate of her progression of a musician, her poetic brilliance, but not a huge musical fan these days.

Anyhow, it's hot today. Yesterday I went to the People's Fair and roamed around. It turns out I don't think that's fun when alone. But I got some sunshine on my shoulders and the early awakenings of a tan... but that's not all that tricky for me to do.

No job. Not much new. Wait! I got my hair cut and colored this weekend and finally put my caramel stripes around. It took FOREVER (she was sort of new, but really good at what she does)... around 3 hours. But as I had very few other plans, it was all good.

I am trying to evolve...
I'm just trying to evolve...

I forgot

I went to the open mic at Common Grounds last night. The person who was supposed to bring the sound system never showed up so it was truly acoustic. I went for the sole purpose of casing and listening. 2 middle aged men (ex-hippies, one of whom tried very unflatteringly to hit on me by talking about my book and telling me how he's part of the system now since he bought a house and pays property taxes. I didn't know he was hitting on me until his inebriated friend told me. Either my radar's off, or he's really bad at it) who played Jimmy Buffet and Led Zepplin and some very bluesy original stuff, and a younger guy who did some (very good) DAve Matthews covers. Maybe I SHOULD show up next week to throw some folk and estrogen in the mix.

Some Fridays just ain't worth it...

So, I've had another mixed bag day. Very short synopsis:

migraine
flat tire
bought new tire
caught in rain
more migraine
letter from John Kerry
2 new cd's (I know, I have no money, but music is like groceries)
hair cut and color tomorrow
migraine medicine makes me nauseous
bought shampoo

Laundry day...

I got the new Alanis Morissette album a week or so ago. I also have Under Rug Swept (why would you let Yoda title an angry girl album?). And I've come to the following conclusion. The songs by Alanis Morissette that I like, I really like. The one's I dislike, I REALLY dislike. And I tend to like 1-2 songs per album. Cases in point:

Jagged Little Pill: "All I Really Want" makes me dance and stuff... I really like the acoustic MTV Music awards version of "You Oughta Know" but it's really hard to find these days.
(I haven't really tried, though)

Under Rug Swept: "So Unsexy" is the only song I like... Musically I like "Hands Clean" but it SO grosses me out that it sort of ruins it for me.

So-Called Chaos: I (gasp) love the single "Everything" The rest of the album? It drives me bananas.

I also can't stand that Los Lonley Boys "Heaven" song either.

Please keep in mind, that this is a process for me, and typically once I've made a definitive statement about disliking a song, I usually wind up loving it.

I'm almost finished reading E. Annie Proulx's Accordion Crimes. It's much like The Shipping News in that I don't like it. However, 2-3 years after I read The Shipping News, I had an uncontrollable urge to read it again, and I really liked it. Maybe it's something I have to let stew for a few years?

I appear to not be able to commit to opinions. Oh well.

Is the romance worth it?

I was walking my dog, letting him... well have a poo, as it were, and I was up to my knees in the weeds and grasses in my backyard (unclear as to who is supposed to take care of it... although some mystery wonderful person mowed the front yard... thanks!), and I was reminded of Maine.

When I moved to Maine, in addition to my really hard, depressing job taking care of kids with mental illness and helping their families change their ways so they wouldn't be removed from their custody and thrown into the foster care system, I took a light, fun job during the fall and summer. Or summer and fall, if you like things chronologically. Anyhow, I digress. I was working as an assistant to a photograper, and it being summer and fall in Maine, we did a ton of weddings.

The first wedding we did was an outdoor wedding, in a field, on a cliff, over the sea in Spruce Head, Maine. It was an expensive wedding, the tent for the reception was lovely, and the day was a photographer's dream... slightly overcast, reducing the need for gobos, filters, etc, diffusing the light perfectly. But as the bride walked across the field in her dress, got married, and whatnot, we were taking some close pictures of her and her husband. And I decided right then and there that I'd NEVER have an outdoor wedding (I've never wanted one, so it wasn't a hardship). The number of crickets crawling on and up her dress, between the lovely layers of organza, satin, and chiffon really freaked me out. If you've spent any significant time with me, you know I have a SERIOUS bug phobia... centered primaril around roaches and crickets... they make me want to barf.

So kids, before you decide to run across a field of daisies and get married up a tree (Yes, I know someone who did that), think about how close to nature you REALLY want to be in your lovely clothes.

Junebugs

Typically, I don't like bugs. But at Friday's, I love their Junebugs. Yum.

So, today was my belated birthday pedicure. it was the BEST pedicure I've ever had, complete with hot stone massage and pretty polish (yes, a lovely, sherbet-y shade of frosty orange), I needed a nap afterward. So I took one. Then I paid my rent, and now I'm online in Lakewood, CO.

But can we please review and find out how it's already June? I suppose that's good because that means I'm starting school in 3 months, but, this year is flying by way too fast.

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