BARRAGE in LOUISIANA!

/me does the ever so happy dance and minds the mending foot as /me twirls around in dizzy satisfaction and sounds /me 's Barbaric YAWP due to the fact that ohgod they're here they're here well they're COMING HERE at any rate and I can't imagine how good it'll be to hearseelisten to the music again and feel it so deep in my heart again and I think I might weep at how much I've missed seeing them every year and though it'll never be the same like it was at the House of Mouse in the Garden Theatre of the America and the Club of Buzz and only three only three only three of them even ever met me and only one of them ever knew me at all but I don't CARE because OH god they're coming here, to my homeland.

Oh, yes, there will be sugar sugar sugar butter pecans and oh, yeah, what? Sugar.

Matt? I'm bringing Pralines.

he caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot me

The album all the "true" fans love to hate is my only expose' to Moyet... Actually, I don't even own the whole album, I own a four-song single from My Radio Days at The Demon...

But the lyrics catch me by the gut and sometimes hurt and sometimes sting; they always catch me.

"What's so bad about being drunk?"
"Ask a glass of water..."

More-ose. Less-ose. Medium-ose. I think I'm medium-ose lately. I keep wondering where all the people I knew have gone- married/children/work.

Nice to have tagged a few at thatspace- faint pings of identification ... like a butterfly collection or pressed flower book; they can't abandon me, I've got them pinned down f'rever.

Hey- remember ten years ago?

The revolution will be podcast.
But from where will you download it?

Are You Out There
Dar Williams - End of the Summer [1997]

Perhaps I am a miscreation
No one knows the truth- there is no future here
And you're the DJ speaks to my insomnia
And laughs at all I have to fear
Laughs at all I have to fear
You always play the madmen poets
Vinyl vision ,grungy bands
You never know who's still awake
You never know who understands and

Are you out there, can you hear this?
Jimmy Olson, Johnny Memphis,
I was out here listening all the time
And though the static walls surround me
You were out there and you found me
I was out here listening all the time

Last night we drank in parking lots
And why do we drink?
I guess we do it cause
And when I turned your station on
You sounded more familiar than that party was
You more familiar than that party
It's the first time I stayed up all night
It's getting light I hear the birds
I'm driving home on empty streets
I think I put my shirt on backwards

Are you out there, can you hear this
Jimmy Olson, Johnny Memphis
I was out here listening all the time
And though the static walls surround me
You were out there and you found me
I was out here listening all the time

And what's the future, who will choose it?
Politics of love and music
Underdogs who turn the tables
Indie versus major labels
There's so much to see through
Like our parents do more drugs than we do
Oh....

Corporate parents, corporate towns
I know every TV set that has them lit
They preach that I should save the world
They pray that I won't do a better job of it
Pray that I won't do a better job
So tonight I turned your station on just so I'd be understood
Instead another voice said I was just too late
And just no good....

Calling Olson, Calling Memphis
I am calling, can you hear this?
I was out here listening all the time
And I will write this down and then
I will not be alone again yeah
I was out here listening
Oh yeah I was out here listening
Oh yeah I am out here listening all the time

Copyright © 1997, Burning Field Music

.."that's some bad hat, Harry."

And ye shall know them by the trail of the blogged...

Yowza! There are, indeed, some cool pics to be seen at this site. I advise any and all to visit, peruse, and behold the wonder.

Jenny Dolfen is our Queen

http://www.hp-lexicon.org/images/jdolf/tonks240-jd.jpg

http://www.goldseven.de/

Sam Feuer- the myth, the man, the website

Right. So we all know what's happening over there.
I don't purport to understand all sides, all ideas, all the problems.
But I do know someone who lived over there, and hell, for all I know, could be over there now.
All I can do is hope things calm down.

Love ya, Sam- I think of you every night when I watch NightLine from Haifa.

Hooray, Fariña!

http://www.pynchon.pomona.edu/uncollected/farina.html

I've seen two Red Stripe Beer ads now, and every time I think Red Stripe, I think of Red Cap; and when I think of Red Cap, I think of Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up To Me.

Dominick...Our Chunky Monkey

Dominick...Our Chunky Monkey

He's so very very cute- and I am hoping "Mommy" and "MaMa" had a wonderful time and that their hearts won't be hurting for too long after they get back home. Here's hoping the red tape peels away and Dominick comes "home" to the U.S. very soon.

Interesting look at life... maybe.

Cross-referenced- it's a blog I found while searching on Google.
There are cranky people who have critiqued FatF:TD for not being cutting edge with underground Tokoyo fashion. Jeez- they made a flipping action film- just be pleased it's a fait accompli.
So I hit web-japan.org and see what's new. The phrase is "elder-brother fashion," and it reminds me of the Duran2 days... Everything old is new again, right?
I want to know if anyone is really wearing this, or, like fashions here in the USA, if they're looked at, catalogued, and forgotten for T-shirts and shorts. I google the phrase, and find this blog- It quotes the Japan-web article verbatim. Ironic use of plagarism, or other? You be the judge.

Oh. BTW- Dallis Grass is a pain in the Poaceae to pull. But it's a lot healthier for the watershed. And it gets me away from the tv/drug for a few hours.

Geoffrey Chaucer Hath a Blog

Geoffrey Chaucer Hath a Blog
Ye gads and li'l fishies.

Crows Really Are Wise

Crows Really Are Wise

And some of them went to LSU! Neato blog- recent ref to a proposed wind farm in the Gulf.

All YourSpace are belong to us....

So I've joined in the ever-tightening circle of networking goodness at MySpace in addition to the networking goodness at Friendster. More STUN-ing people on MySpace; wonder why that is. Have tracked down the Romero-san as well as the Clayton-sama.
Why is it that the men are easier to find than the women? Maybe the women have different last names, more security issues.... or they just have better things to do than post to online networking sites.

Other newsie thingies:
Apparently, the phrase LOL is anathema on the so-called "non-teen" boards for SLT. Discuss. Why is an expression of laughter an indicator of one's ability to discuss coherent topics? I oughta sic Martha on 'em. Or, better yet, Erynn.

HEY- new wigsite: Amphigory. I want the Lucia. Seriously, yo. In "Almost" or "Honey Sweet." That would be perfect for Guenevere.
Kaeley? What d'ya think?

Wigs!!

SO here are two choices I have from Josette's in Biloxi.

The one on the top is a "Ren-Girl" type synthetic- $5.98.
The one on the bottom is a "showgirl" type with no bangs, below shoulder length- $32.98.

Fifi Mahoney's in the Quarter also has a nice selection, but nothing that absolutely screams "Guenevere."

WowWigs.com has the Alfreda and the Desiree available in Lightest Golden Brown, but they both look like they'd be crunchy with spray/mousse etc.
*sigh*

Where _is_ he?!?

/gettin' dizzy...


So YAY... Even though TPTB kept me from watching RENT among an appreciative audience in a movie theatre, I now own the DVD.
Jeepers.

It's definitely a film based on the play. It's NOT a filmed version of RENT, it's RENT, the film.
Even Benny comes off looking pretty coolish at the end- though I really wanted to hear Rosario sing "cause I kicked him/and I told him that I wasn't his whore..."

SHE ROCKED "Out Tonight!" right outta the ballpark. I was never so thrilled to watch that sequence over and over. Hee.

So, big sigh of satisfaction from this fan- a warm fuzzy feeling and a comfy blanket of sound for me.

On the other side of the film coin...
Is it just me, or do you sometimes wonder where an actor's passion flees in certain spots? My big instance for a while was James Marsters in "Rest in Piece" during the Buffy Musical. I just felt that there was something boiling away in some lower level of Marsters' performance... I told my friends when we talked about it, "You know, I just wanted him to crouch down and get that primal scream out there, somehow."

I'm feeling that, more and more, with Vin Diesel lately. I know it's there, I can see it darting around behind his eyes. I almost want to sneak up behind him and kick him in the back of the knee to get an honest, impassioned "What the HELL?" out of him. Tried watching Triple X tonight in prep for his "Tonight Show" appearance (probably for "Find Me Guilty," I'll bet. But I hope he gets the Hannibal The Conqueror plug in there, too.), but I just felt like there was something missing. Overpronouncing things, emphasizing the exact wrong word in a phrase at times... I couldn't watch it. What's WRONG with me!?!?!? I'm such a fan of his...
Maybe I'm being overly picky.
It's all about passion. Maybe since I have a LACK of it in my life lately, I'm more sensitive to abundance/dearth in other actors.
Of course, the screenplay's by the guy who wrote "Jerky Boys," for cryin' out loud. Not Mamet.

HEY! I wonder if Vin could hit Collins' notes in "I'll Cover You" for a change? I'd love to see that.

To leather, to dildos
To Curry Vindaloo
To Huevos Rancheros
And Maya Angelou
To Sontag, to Sondheim
To anything taboo
To Uta, to Buddha,
Pablo Nerudo, too
Why Dorothy and Toto
Went over the rainbow
To blow off Auntie Em…
La Vie Boheme!


And honestly, if you know who Pablo Neruda is... I tip my "Postman" Hat to you.

Burns With a Blue Flame

So guess who had CO poisoning lately?

That would be me.

The headaches weren't stress after all.

Backtrack.

After Katrina hit around here, I got a pretty good job as an Admin Assistant with Ryder Logistics. They're helping Home Despot set up a warehouse in the old WalMart building.
As the need for appliances increased, more forklifts were added to the roster. The headaches began a little before Halloween, and I put it down to increased workload and stress. Every day I'd get headaches at work, but after a few hours at homeand a good dinner, they'd go away.

But then things got worse. I thought I had the flu- but no fever.
We thought I had a bacterial infection; but the symptoms didn't go away even after large doses of Cipro.
My Dr. and I half jokingly came to the Carbon Monoxide idea at about the same moment... but it was enough of a possibility to warrant her concern and a Blood-Gas draw. OW. OW. OW. It was NOT pleasant. They have to take it out of an artery.
Anyway, less than two hours later, Dr. B. calls me at work with the news. CO Poisoning.
Not enough to hyperbaric chamber me or even put me in the Hospital, but enough that it was making me sick.
So I can't work there anymore, since the people in charge at work really don't want to do anything that would cost money (i.e. fixing the AC system, putting in CO Monitoring devices, etc.) and even give me the impression that I may have gotten it somewhere other than the place I spend nine hours a day surrounded by CO emitting forklifts with sub-standard ventilation because it's really not meant to be a warehouse but a retail store.
HMPH.
*sigh*
So now I'm working a temp job in a medical records office; filing, shelving, doing little jobs for the people who work there so their jobs can get done faster. It's slow sometimes- sometimes it reminds me of being a Page at the STPL... but it's a job and a paycheck and I'm not around a lot of Carbon Monoxide.
Meh.

And now for something Completely Different.
An egg with two yolks.

Pulling up stakes from Camp Ryder.

Well, the last of the Guys From Columbus have hit the trail, leaving the rest of us to try to match their work ethic and drive.

It's been an interesting month-ish. They came in and saw Slidell at its worst; they lived in RV's (Camp Ryder) and tried to help us set up the warehouse and show us how it could be run. Their practice (and patience with me!) has made me believe that I can do this strange job; live in this new work world.

The dust remains but someday Slidell will be green again. Someday knowing what's open and who's in business will be offhand remarks for me again.

Come back sometime, guys. See us when we're.... a bit more presentable, okay? Like, say, 2007?

Someone's going to unemployment, someone's going to work...

Another week goes by with Life After Katrina.

I heard an anecdote where someone from California says, "We're tired of Katrina."

YOU'RE TIRED?!?
Hell, try living with it day after messy day. We're tired of it, too.
We're tired of dead grass and dead trees and dead animals that crawled out of the polluted rivers and marshlands to die on the roads.

I'm tired of the dust and the dirt and lack of GREEN anywhere; tired of the traffic and the noise from the interstate- the trees that fell and crushed some of my neighbor's homes used to block a lot of noise from I-10.

I'm tired of having to rack my brains every time an out-of-towner asks we have store X around here and I have to begin every reply with "Well, we did..."

You know what, California?
We got tired of hearing about your rolling blackouts and the earthquakes and fires. We just were too polite to rub your noses in it. Our Mamas raised us better than to be rude to people who have suffered a natural calamity.

Tired of Katrina. Jeez.
Who isn't?

Eye Of The Storm

Personal Updates from Gulfport/Biloxi/Pass Christian region from Mike Keller and Josh Norman. Excerpts from Sun-Herald newspaper for which the two work. Excellent view of living with Katrina aftermath and cleanup.

Birding Babylon

Birding Babylon is almost exactly what it says: A Blog about finding and identifying fauna in Iraq- mostly from people who are assigned/stationed there.

NPR did a piece about it last year, and I've just now discovered and listened to the audio piece.

Spread the word and blog the birds.

Good idea- fascinating blog and I hope you all take a gander (Ha!) at this.

Oooooooooooooh, this makes me SO MAD!

Erynn's Live Journal alerted me to this story; it breaks my heart.
You know, there's a reality series this fall about Camps to which parents send their children to "straighten up and fly right." What if the child is acting out for serious reasons? What if it's the PARENT who is causing the situation? ("My child wants to be a Goth but I'm a Fundamentalist! Fix her!" "My child wants to explore Shintoism--- He's Goin' to Hey-ull!")

Argh.