Second Ring of Nervana

2008-10-15T14:31:00.000-07:00

WOULDN'T IT BE FUN.......if McCain's campaign theme song was "A Whiter Shade of Pale"?
oh......come on...it Would be fun!

2008-10-15T10:39:00.000-07:00

There are certain words that evoke such images!that i can hardly move on past the word.......Like....."cahoots". Such a great word!.....or....."frolic". Who doesn't wish they could actually FROLIC?! or....."gambol".....now, for some reason, this word only seems to make sense if you picture sheep/lambs. in a meadow.
"Meadow".....such a better word than "field". It just seems greener. Or...."ambivalence".....why! it fairly wavers on the written page! And "righteous"......i literally can SEE Pat Robertson.....sitting on....the right. "Blatant" practically pushes one away from the sentence.....
Vocabulary is neat. cool. nifty. and way better than syntax.

2008-10-07T13:32:00.000-07:00

Okay, THIS IS RIDICULOUS! All day i've been dreading tonight's "debate". i DON'T want to watch. There is nothing that can be said that will change my thoughts, or my vote. i have accepted, and am expecting, the rhetoric that will be used and the wrangling that will ensue. So.....WHY do i feel this necessity to watch??? i keep thinking about this, and just a minute ago, as i was feeding my cat and pondering my own dinner prospects, i realized i have the answer.
I AM GOING TO WATCH THE DEBATE BECAUSE IT WILL MAKE THE NEXT SNL FUNNIER IF I HAVE SEEN THE ORIGINAL VERSION.
PERIOD.
So.....call me an ignoramus.....but.....the truth works for me.

2008-10-05T12:25:00.000-07:00

So. Today i am thinking about.....well, lots of stuff. But primarily about "beauty". There were many years in my shallow life when i pretty much recognized/saw beauty in face, physiques.....But now, and maybe it is just a result/happenstance of my own aging, but i find beauty in....accomplishment/talent/genius/ability/effort. and it's a whole different thing.
i listen to Pavarotti, Carreras, Domingo, Netrebko, Villazon; i watch a Mariss Jansons, a Zubin Mehta, a Marco Armiliato; i feast on the sight of Guerin, or Sizova, or Bujones......and i feel so much. and it uplifts me and simultaneously humbles me. The gifts of humans are inspiring, overwhelming and.....beyond my understanding. Such joy they give, such inspiration they impart...
and then...i begin wondering at the......impermanence of it all. And all the old, centuries' ages-old questions come right back into "play".......WHY WHY WHY? and i am left with just.....
"What's it all about, Alfie?"

2008-10-02T10:57:00.000-07:00

i do not understand the concept of "reality" tv. Whose reality? i mean, there are cameras and crewpeople and pre-planned destinations and.....already viewed "seasons" of the so-called "reality shows". so.....what is REAL about it? NO ONE is "real" on camera. Or on stage. Trust me.....i know these things. People opened a curtain and suddenly i was a SWAN! for heavens sake! or a VILLAGE VIRGIN! come on.....who buys into this shit? but.....that's just me thinking about it on a boring Thursday afternoon when i'm all stressed out over the prospect of watching a debate between a former-almost-beauty queen and a white-haired pretty guy......so, excuse me if i don't understand "reality".

2008-10-01T08:51:00.000-07:00

It occured to me this morning that there may be a logical reason for the lack of any debris removal here in my neighborhood. It's been more than two weeks since Ike passed through, and most nearby areas have been cleared for over a week. We are still piled high the length of the streets with broken tree limbs, roof shingles, etc. "Why?" i asked myself.
Well, maybe we don't have a high enough tax base to merit clean-up. But, that seems unlikely. WHAT I THINK is this: the "powers-that-be", ie...the trashguys.....haven't NOTICED anything out of the ordinary! i mean, this is an area that proudly displays plastic flowers in fake-railroad-ties-bordered flowerbeds, broken fountains missing the requisite penises on assorted cherubs, delapidated lawn chairs with Igloo "tables", left-over garbagebag "pumpkins" from last Halloween, and pithy yard signs proudly declaring things like "BAND MEMBER LIVES HERE" or "MY KID IS AN AGGIE".
So....perhaps the six-foot piles of debris have been deemed just another peculiarity of suburban decor.....just another bit of neighborhood individuality.
Which i guess is okay, except pretty soon, one of the charming punkers from the local junior high bus route is going to toss a cigarette onto the.....decor.....and we're gonna have one helluva bonfire.
So i am hoarding marshmallows and weenies.

2008-09-30T09:38:00.000-07:00

i have had many "timepieces" in my lifetime. My first was a Cinderella watch, circa 1950s, that came in a glass slipper and had the Disney pic of her in the standard ballgown and the always lovely yellow hair. i wore it daily for a long time (by kid standards) until i lost it or....whatever happened that always happens to childhood stuff. Next was a series of cheapo Timexes.....and i have absolutely no recollection of what happened to them. In the early 80s i had a fake Rolex, complete with fake diamonds, which i wore proudly with my fancy "go to work clothes". Then, i moved up to a Raymond Weil.....it had a brown alligator band and no numbers on it....just dots. After that, it was Tags.....two consecutive men's gold bigass "diving watches" that lit up so bright in the dark, i had to sleep with my wrist under the pillow to avoid the glare. Then the ultimate.....a work-of-art gold, diamond encrusted evening watch, guaranteed to make all present feel envious and awe-struck. Next.....when i was "downsizing" due to financial havoc, i ordered an enormous pink watch off some tv shopping show.....
Now, what all of these had in common was.....they did not EVER show the correct time. And the Tags kept getting water in them, despite guarantees that that was "impossible". The pink watch worked for a short while and then the battery died,and according to every jeweler i saw,there existed no suitable batteries to replace the old one.
i now have that particular watch sitting on a bookshelf to hide a burn mark underneath it. The "evening watch" is useless in my life now.....it doesn't look good with my daily wardrobe of pjs.
So.....a few years ago, i bought a huge, monstrous, really quite ugly Grandfather clock....expensive and .....well, just expensive.
It does't work. Because i can't stand hearing the fucking chimes every fifteen minutes tolling out the passage of......TIME! So i turned them off, which means the weighted hangy-down things don't balance right, so the clock is always at least fifteen minutes or more fast. Which at my age, is not a positive thing.
i cannot even begin to calculate the dollar amount i have spent in my lifetime on.....timepieces. And now, at 61, i realize that "TIME" is just a made-up thing that we humans have used for......what? It's all irrelevant. NOW IS WHAT WE'VE GOT......MAKE IT COUNT.

2008-09-29T09:48:00.000-07:00

Just some morningthoughts......
Despite all my efforts, i still think kung fu is way better than tofu.
Being on FaceBook is a lot of pressure.
Putting a bathrobe "sash" into the washer with a big load of laundry is ALWAYS a mistake.......unless you enjoy untying knots.
and
i still love the thought of "gorilla warfare" and "cereal killers".
just stuff i've pondered while floating in circles in the pool.

2008-09-25T08:44:00.000-07:00

EEEEEEK!
Two traveling, door-to-door CHRISTIAN ZEALOTS caught me in my front yard this morning. Me, trapped between a fallen tree limb, a big pile of debris, and two bible-waving, big-haired, flat-shoed......CHRISTIAN WOMEN! very unnerving, but......also entertaining .
Conversation as follows:
T (them): Have you found God yet?
M (me): i didn't know she was missing!
T: HE is always present.
M: Then why are you looking for her?
T: WE have found HIM, and we want to give you the opportunity to enjoy HIS BLESSINGS in the HEAVENLY KINGDOM.
M: That sounds like a place for kids' birthday parties. Is it new?
Silence. New tactic:
T: Let me read you a scripture that will help you to gain insight into our LORD'S hope for us.
M: No thank you. But if you have an instruction manual for my computer i'd appreciate a lesson. My email is all screwed up and i haven't been able to access my address book.
Silence, along with much covert glancing at each other.
Another attempt.
T: With all the human catastrophes happeniing in our world today, do you feel that GOD is not paying attention?
M: What? i'm sorry, i wasn't paying attention.
Silence.
So i changed the conversational dynamic and said
M: i'm about ready for a drink. Would you like a quick early morning cocktail?
LONG SILENCE.
and they handed me some god-advertising magazine and walked off down the sidewalk.
Me, i went back to my raking.

2008-09-20T16:06:00.000-07:00

Today i was talking with a friend and she was telling me about her recent involvement in "water aerobics". She was saying that after class each time, everyone just stays in the pool for a half hour, floating and relaxing. And she was upset because she absolutely cannot stay afloat. Now, this is your "average" 60+ year old woman, who has carefully followed the dire warnings that the AMA puts out informing us that if we are not "careful and dilligent", we women will put on 5 pounds each year after we are 35. She has done her part to validate this data. So........she says to me, "I wish i could get some of those floatie-things like little kids wear, but i don't think they make them to fit me". And i....as i am prone to do......said emphatically......"Oh! Yes they do! They're called "tires".
she hung up on me. and.......me being me......i am still, three hours later, laughing. when you're right, you're right!

2008-09-19T14:27:00.000-07:00

i always love the little tv blurbstories about iconic "sightings". You know.....the face of Mary in a tortilla, or the image of Mother Theresa in a wrinkly apricot......These are neat, nutty things that entertain me. And i have had brief fantasies of "sighting" one myself and selling it on ebay. But, alas.....i have not been blessed with this particular gift. Oh sure, i've found potatoes that look like LBJ (as a matter of fact, about half the old Idahos in the produce aisle look like former presidents), and once there was a strewn assortment of pine needles on the deck that looked remarkably like Felix the cat. But...no sacred images. UNTIL........yep. Yesterday i bought a chocolate fudge pie at Kroger.....and when i got it home and was opening it up......THERE WAS THE FACE OF MOSES! Just etched into the dark, yummy goodness. Beard and all. But.....the moment was short. The beard was simply some form of mold, growing as a result of the store's undoubted policy of re-dating old bakery-goods. So....what the hell......if there's no beard, it ain't Moses. And.....i got nothin' to sell on ebay but a really bad pie.

2008-09-18T13:19:00.000-07:00

Because of non-stop tv coverage of the hurricane, i have not been watching any political news this week.....until this morning, when i saw a portion of one of McCain's blahblah interviews. Now, i suppose i could be wrong, but i SWEAR that during the last few days, he has, if it is possible, gotten even WHITER. Pale. Ashen. Wan. Bleached. Drained. Despite his perpetual happy-face and upbeat lying rhetoric, he looks KAPUT. With any luck at all, he will, in the next couple of weeks, just tump over. Not dead.....just WHITED OUT.......like we used to do with old typewriter mistakes. Wouldn't that be great? Just a really really bad typo at last corrected.

2008-09-14T10:53:00.000-07:00

There is just something WRONG with SheilaJacksonLee sporting her ever-present fancy hair-do when she is wearing JEANS! It's like serving a martini in a coffee mug....it may taste as good, but.....it just ain't right. i noticed that she didn't do any of her news conferences during the actual hurricane, so i expect she was worried that her giant wrap-around braid would come undone and she't take off like a whirlybird! i would've enjoyed that.

2008-09-14T07:41:00.000-07:00

i am, as i say so often, a truly blessed woman. Yep......i endured the pounding of this hateful "Ike"...obviously a republican hurricane (eisenhower) and a wife-beater (Turner). It was loud and scary and long.....and naturally, i have a huge mess of tree limbs, over-turned bushes, over-flowing pool, and a missing fence. But, thanks to my Only Grrrl, some giant guys came here prior to the storm and boarded up the glass part of my house. so i am essentially intact. AND........i actually have electricity!!! Unfortunately, because i had absolutely no expectation of having same, i have nothing to cook.....just a countertop covered with jars of peanut butter, crackers, juniormints, cheetos and doggie treats. But.....i have ANOTHER countertop covered with bottles of rum, wine and tequila. So......i truly am a LUCKY and BLESSED woman. i do wish i had bought a drill-thingie so i could "unboard" the windows and doors......but that can wait for another day. And meanwhile, i have all the A/C i need!
And that's all i have to say for now.

2008-09-04T08:55:00.000-07:00

i have so many thoughts, i do not know how to record them all. So, to begin, i shall say just this......I find it amazing that we are having this week's political convention/topics/discussions at all. When "fun" becomes this easy......it's no longer fun. Former beauty queens, the whitest man alive, out-of wedlock pregnant teenager, gun-totin', baby-birthin' mommas, ....... it's just too easy. i shall save my somewhat limited wit for worthier times/topics.

2007-11-08T04:21:00.000-08:00

Best Quote I've Heard in a While......

Farrah Fawcett has been "out of the news" for several months since the announcement that she was diagnosed with intestinal cancer. Yesterday she was filmed by the usual horde of photographers, all of whom were shouting out brilliantly insightful questions. One guy who obviously had done his homework and knew that she had just returned from an "alternative medicine" clinic in Germany asked, "Hey Farrah! How was Germany?"
and her answer was perhaps the best one-liner i've ever heard......."Uh, Germany was, uh.......full of Germans."
i have often thought this exact thing......just never had the opportunity to verbalize it so beautifully. Make of it what you will.

2007-11-06T07:10:00.001-08:00

I GOT NOTHIN'. nada. zip.

2007-10-31T05:11:00.000-07:00

BOO!

It's early morning and i just went outside to get my newspaper. Walking down the sidewalk was a group of little kids on their way to the bus stop. I'm looking at them, admiring their Halloween costumes.......when i realize, "HEY! Those aren't costumes!" Nope....just little seven and eight year olds dressed in the standard "baby hooker" outfits and "junior thug" underwear-showing pants.
Hmmm. i was scared.

2007-10-30T15:08:00.000-07:00

Weather or Not.......

Today is, according to our geezer-guy, flat-headed local weatherman, the eighth straight day of beautiful, blue sky, sunny, cool temp days. And so i was reflecting on this, as i have nothing of any more importance to occupy my mind.
The first pretty day was SPECTACULAR! INVIGORATING! MOTIVATING! i reveled in it.....raking leaves, whacking plants.....just savoring the pure clarity of the light and the feel of the breeze.
The second, third and fourth days passed in rather more of a "quiet appreciation". I went outside, strolled the fading Fall garden, and felt peacefully content.
The fifth, sixth and seventh days.......well, i honestly just over-looked them.
Now on DAY EIGHT......i find myself almost "bored" by the sameness. So it's pretty! I am craving something new......Show me some clouds! Give me some thunder! DO SOMETHING DIFFERENT...........for i am horribly human and need VARIETY and CHANGE and a sense of the UNIQUE.
Thus i have to accept that i am nothing more, or less, than an excitement junkie.
and of course, it's just one more lesson for me to PAY ATTENTION! It's a terrible thing to waste or overlook any day of this life. I shall attempt to do better tomorrow.

2007-10-28T13:42:00.000-07:00

Are They Coming?

I have a "Crop Circle" in my front yard today. It was not there yesterday. What does it mean? I like to believe that i am about to receive a "message" from some alien place or being.....something vital and deep and yes, even PITHY. Something that will make a difference..... But i think it may just be some grass disease. I'm not the kind of person who would get faces of virgins on my window screens, or holy icons on my tortillas. So........it's most likely just chinch bugs.

2007-10-27T15:28:00.000-07:00

There Is Something Valiant.....

about one hot-pink bouganvilla blooming on a gray, sun-bleached deck, surrounded by piles of brown and dead-gray leaves.......

and that's all i can say about it. except.....i want to be that plant.

2007-10-20T10:36:00.000-07:00

I Just Figured It Out!

I've always been a "pink" kind of girl. From a very early age i learned that pink looks good on a blond. So i wore a lot of pink stuff. Later in life, i went to Las Brisas in Acupulco.......a beautiful place, with lots of pink jeeps, pink center stripes down the winding mountain road, pink and white china, and on and on. Anyway....it was my kind of place. So when i was having a pool put in my back area, i had it done surrounded by pink flagstone. When i had my countertops replaced in the kitchen, i chose a pinky-colored Corian. And the whole house had lots of pink scattered around. It just seemed the appropriate color for Club Katy. Flamingo-like.
Then all kinds of things happened in and to my life, which resulted in my suddenly living alone here, sans life-partner, and also sans visitors, for the most part. And gradually, my house began changing in much the same way that i did.
Once i started regaining myself, as a new version, i started using more colors. Orange. Red. Yellow. There's still the pink, but it's......not so noticeable.
So i was thinking about it and here's what i figured out......
Pink has become the color of cancer. Tshirts, cookware, bracelets......all pink.
I don't want cancer to be the color scheme of my life, or of my home. I want brighter colors, stronger colors.......less thought-provoking colors.
So......here's to orange pillows, purple furniture and yellow candles! they make me happier. And now that i'm not a blond, but more of a silver.....well, i wear pale blue and feel pretty.
and that's all i know for now.

2007-10-13T09:29:00.000-07:00

You would think that after my NOT BLOGGING for months i would have something(s) to say. Nope. And it startled me a little bit, since i have always had a plethora of opinions. But......something has changed.
I restricted myself rigorously from watching tv "news" or anything having to do with "professional politics". Thus, much of my anger/angst has vanished. When i realized that almost without exception, every story i read or watched just sickened me, i decided to live a different way. So now when i get up in the mornings, there's no bubble-headed woman telling me new scary facts about breast cancer or lead in lipstick, no bleached-blond weather guy telling me what dire event has dangerous repercussions on the beaches, no fat-head corporate blowhard espousing his inane views on the stock market.......Instead, i watch a CD of an obscure opera or of a long-ago performance of gravity-defying ballet dancers......and i feel strengthened and uplifted and.....dare i say it?......happyful.
i have forsaken reruns of Beverly Hillbillies and Crossing Jordan, and in their place i........yep, i just go outside and watch the birds and squirrels. It's much more informative than anything on the tv. Even books have begun to make me question their importance........how can a page of words begin to compete with a polka-dotted dog on the trail of mr. mouserat? Or rival the amazing moves of a 16 year old kitty who truly still believes that she can lure a bluejay simply by pretending she's just part of the birdbath base? Most of the books i've read recently feel like reruns of previous authors' mistakes and efforts. Maybe it's just a mood i'm in, but for now......i'm just going to live in my reality. Dustbunnies and all.
How fortunate am i to have the opportunity to do ONLY WHAT I CHOOSE? tis a gift. and that's all i know.

2007-10-12T14:52:00.000-07:00

Hello! after months of non-blogging due to user-ignorance of systems........I AM BACK! i think. i'll just punch "publish post" and see if this is working.

2007-02-27T12:08:00.002-08:00

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2007-02-27T12:08:00.001-08:00

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2007-02-27T09:39:00.000-08:00

hello helloi is anyone in here?

2007-02-27T08:50:00.000-08:00

blahblahblah....i'm attempting this all by myself.

2007-02-27T06:08:00.000-08:00

i saw (in a catalogue) a "religious" color book for children. pictures of jesus to be colored and "displayed in your home". It came with a box of twelve crayons......no doubt, pastels and varying shades of white.
To color a picture of dick cheney i would need a box of sixty-four.

2006-11-17T04:55:00.000-08:00

2006-10-07T12:12:00.000-07:00

Today i am Practicing

selective schizophrenia........
no, you're not.
i am,too.
no.......you just think you are, and
that's delusional.

2006-10-06T06:25:00.000-07:00

Do You Think

it is a bad omen when your day begins with a squirrel falling out of a tree right at your feet? (the syntax is garbled, but you know what i mean)
He just plunked down from a really high branch.
He was stunned, but eventually got himself together enough to sit up on the hot tub and......i swear, he looked absolutely PUZZLED and befuddled.
i could relate, as i fairly frequently begin my own foray into the day by walking into a wall or veering off in a totally unplanned direction.

Think about this.....statisticians say that within ten years the US will have more than six million people wandering around with Alzheimers........ giant toddlers.......
Scary.

2006-10-05T13:06:00.000-07:00

Today I Bought a New Pair of Shoes......

Which probably doesn't sound momentous or even noteworthy.
But it is.
True, i bought them from a catalog via the phone.....
but......i bought them.
And afterwards i realized that...........this was an act of affirmation. An act of anticipation.
An act of size 6 COURAGE.
Because when you are a "bubble woman" trapped within the confines of your walls......the very act of buying SHOES is a statement of intent.
Because i do not wear shoes at home...in my house.
So.....somewhere in my mind i have faith that sometime in this next season of my life.....
i intend to GO OUT.
and thus....
i am proud of myself.

i am open to all comments as to exactly WHERE i should wear these all leather, brown, form-fitted mary janes..........yeah, yeah.....i know.....i used to be a stiletto kind of girl.....but.......hey! these look cute in the ad, and......should i happen to fall down, it'll be a shorter fall.
and that is all i have to say. The rest of my opinions can be seen on the Daily Show or Colbert Report.........bye.

2006-09-29T13:18:00.000-07:00

Free Samples in the Mail......

are a wonderful thing! Today, stuck in between a Visa bill and a bank statement was a shiny card with a little packet stuck to it.......and it was, according to the ad blurb, filled with "a personal lubricant". i was excited.
So i opened it up, took it outside and used it to lubricate the blades of my old lawnmower.

i feel so much sexier now.

2006-09-29T05:57:00.000-07:00

Arthritic Angst

More than 1/4th of all the bones in the human body are located in the hands.
i can feel every single misshapen one of them.
it's misery, it's pain, it's just awful.
and the thing is, it seems so.......whiny.......to complain about it.
and yet i am.

i have a dead/decaying mouserat in the kitchen wall. it is depressing. you can burn incense, fry garlic, spray febreeze......and yet, the smell remains inthe background.
i do not understand why so many people watch all those tv shows about forensics and autopsies etc.........get a dead mouserat in your wall and i bet you lose interest pretty fast.

Today is Friday. i am not a big fan of weekends.

2006-09-26T07:04:00.000-07:00

Just To Let You Know........

something is wrong with the clock-thingie in my computer.....it keeps saying that i am "posting" at six something every morning.
i'm not even UP at that hour. and if i am, i am certainly not sitting here writing.

and the other thing.......

Fox News is "running" a story this morning about the TROUT-KILLING TEDDY BEAR.
i feel quite safe knowing they are on top of this nightmare.

2006-09-26T06:15:00.000-07:00

Tutoring Students

is a wonderful way to actually "see" our education system at work. Or not at work, as the case may be.
i tutor several subjects, but my favorite is English grammar. There is just something so tidy and organized and beautiful about the rules. And once a person has conquered these rules, he/she can feel perfectly comfortable about breaking them. Mistakes of "stupid" are a whole different thing from deliberate "rule-screwing". at least that's my theory.

So...........gerunds. Now, i personally adore gerunds. They're simple, useful and an easy thing to "put in a diagram", should you be so motivated. What i love the best about "teaching" them, though, is how much fun it is to fuck with the student's mind. I make test sheets for them to do....you know, like underlining the nouns once, verbs twice, gerunds three times, etc. Should be easy......after all, the first thing i explain is that a gerund always ends in "ing". So......i give a sentence like this......."I love to sing during the running of the bulls . " Or... "Bring me that thing that is shining on the swing." And then i just sit back and watch the frantic underlining, erasing, crossing out, and finally.......the look of complete helplessness. And thus......i then have this know-it-all teenager
in the right frame of mind to LEARN.
and that makes me happy.

Yesterday my most favorite person told me i am a "mean little woman!".......Best praise i've had in a while. Just because my physical self is waning doesn't mean i have to become kind, sweet and understanding. i shall remain myself and continue to annoy people as long as possible.

2006-09-25T06:31:00.002-07:00

We Don't Need No Comedy Channel.....

not when we have Fox News, Jerry Falwell, the U.N. and......hell, everything else.

Why are so many "notables" visiting Castro lately? As far as i can tell, the only true achievement of his decades as despot was the creation of a nation of antique cars. i suppose that could be important.

i enjoyed seeing Bill Clinton get pissed off in an interview....maybe it got his heart pumping again.

i started my day with a phone call from one of my credit card companies.....asking me if i was "still in possession" of my card, and if so, had i actually used it "so much" in the past ten days. Like it's any of their business what i do from my own couch?! i demanded that the guy read me all the charges, and then i MADE him listen to my explanation of each one. don't think he'll be bothering me again any time soon. The detailed, circuitous discussion of the charge to the City of Sealy involving assorted tickets, warrants, etc. gave him, and i quote, "a nasty headache".
It is good to have success so early in the day.

don't you love the word "schnecken"? it's phlegmy.

It is a perfect, clean, cool blue-sky morning......a sure sign that banana-harvesting time will soon be here. i always love whacking and sacking in my garden, and it's just an added bonus when i get to add eating to the chore. anyone have any great, unique recipes for teeny-tiny bananas?

How come people are thrilled and happy that the New Orleans Super Dome is finished and ready for the first game? i understand the concept of "revenue" for the city, but.......has anyone driven around and looked at the still-piled garbage, rotting houses, empty hospitals and non-existent schools? Why is the completing of the sports arena possible in a year's time, but the poverty problems are unfixable?
Should we ask..............SATAN?????? or perhaps BEELZEBUB? ain't it great to live in a society based on a judeo-christian ideology? gives us someone to blame besides politicians.

and speaking of which..........am i the only one who thinks that Chris Bell's commercials could use some oomph? they just look/sound a bit too blah to get anyone's attention. i'm not impressed with the gradma's ads either. she smiles

2006-09-19T10:46:00.000-07:00

New Pie Morning

Today i began with one perfectly sliced piece of key lime graham-cracker crust pie.........perfection on a plate, gratis from the patron saint of pies.......ms. edwards.......habituee of the frozen food section at any mediocre grocery store.
Pure heaven.

Wouldn't Ann love the newest of "Willie Tales" in regard to his absence at her memorial service? A pound and a half of weed, a bag of mushrooms and some Louisiana cops trying to decide how to make some money off the situation.......again, i say it is perfection.
Wasn't it GOOD to see the Hilary of the past once again? No NY accent, no inside-the-loop mannerisms......just a fire-filled woman of humor and guts and motivation. i do wonder if or when we shall see her again.

Today i ran three errands.....CVS, Walgreens, and the liquor store. And at each stop, the person taking my money had a runnynose, snotty-sounding voice. Sick people should stay home and give me a fighting chance at life.
Now that sounded bitchy.
Last night was a million hours long, and i was teetering on the peripherie of the third ring most of the time. i do NOT like being able to count the number of bones in my hands. i do NOT like hearing the chiming of the clock every fifteen minutes. and i do NOT like pain that eludes my mental stamina. i need a respite.

Also, you know......about once a month various cable channels do a PSA emergency test.......They announce it ahead of time, so we viewers can turn down the volume before we are assaulted by the "tone". I believe.....no, i DEMAND, the same courtesy from the news stations. Any time Condi Rice, Karen Hughes or Laura Bush is going to speak.......i fucking want to be warned. Or, they could just restrict these particular annoyances until the "cocktail hour". A few shots of good vodka could ease the shock.

Sleep deprivation is a baaaaad thing. Don't get it.

2006-09-18T09:42:00.000-07:00

chocolate pie breakfast

A day just has to be good when it starts with chocolate meringue pie. I go from the middle outward....with a spoon, naturally. And tiny little tongue-orgasms fill up my mouth. and make me happy. And thus, a good day begins.
i just noticed that in only two lines, i used two words that ended in "gue". That may be a record.

It is raining today.....adding water to my newly-refinished pool in the garden. Salt water now, instead of chemicals. Way better. I prefer to ingest chemicals, or smoke them.....not swim in them.

I am presently in what i call the "second ring of nervana"......which is my definition of a particular pain level. It is unpleasant, uncomfortable, and yet does not totally occupy all of my thoughts. It's actually only scary when i allow myself to accept the fact that it "can get worse". i don't want to go there right now.

Besides, it is almost time for me to watch the Ann Richards farewell on tv. I am having a difficult time accepting her absence. How can all that energy and enthusiasm and humor just suddenly be......absent? i choose to believe it has merely moved on to another level. In bright colors.
I have always wished i could have big hair like hers, but it is not to be. My head is gigantic and big white hair would just scare children and timid men. I already do that too much.

I spent the weekend with my favorite person in the world......she fed me brown tomatoes and smelly cheese and wonderful wine. And she let me RANT about the absurdity of live theater, political hacks and the truly unsightliness of Rachel Ray's boobs.......in case you haven't noticed, they are small yet somehow flabby and......jiggly.. We do not like them.
I saw a commercial earlier today for an upcoming Oprah show in which she and her (i get tired of hearing about her) best friend drive from LA to NY. Oprah exclaims, "It's REAL reality!".
Get a grip.....if you have tv cameras on you and make-up/hair people with you, it ain't even CLOSE to "reality". Which is okay i guess......
i'm done for now.