tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22414956618232556142024-02-08T10:58:52.758-08:00subject.verb.objectjOoLzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02608527500388715596noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241495661823255614.post-5562986897192813872012-03-05T16:25:00.000-08:002012-03-05T16:25:08.119-08:00not quite six months.i think i realized this weekend how fiercely i love my husband. i don't really want to go into the details. i don't know who (if anyone) might read this.<br />
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i did the smart thing and called the police. what i wanted to do was kill someone (NOT wen'l!). there's really no reason for me to feel protective. but i did!<br />
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keeping it real went way too far.jOoLzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02608527500388715596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241495661823255614.post-35997522064127567082011-09-16T00:33:00.000-07:002011-09-18T00:40:51.069-07:00release<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">pearl jam. this song kinda goes away and you think it's over and then about a minute later, it's back. kinda like my aggravation level today. for fuck's sake, i should not have to wear earplugs every minute of the goddamn day to tolerate my neighbors, right? did i spend too much time out in suburbia and become too used to the quiet? i know i took having somewhere to park for granted, but the quiet. my god, how i miss the quiet.</span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the quiet, cortina's, and zankou chicken are all i miss about anaslime, but fuck how i miss them.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">lol. i kinda wish the song that's playing now had been when i started. it's "psychotic girl" by the black keys. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">i've been visited by old friends in my dreams lately. last night it was tony san marchi. he was hanging out with my brother (?) at our old house. apparently, my bro had stashed like 3 lbs of ganja, and they were busting up the built-in brick fireplace to fetch it, all the while smoking joints rolled in un-rolling papers... no idea why tony showed up. i don't think he had ever been in one of my dreams. which is kinda weird. 20 years ago i was pretty damn hot for him. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">k. i'm high and "hotwax" by beck is in my ears. i gotta bounce. </span></div>jOoLzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02608527500388715596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241495661823255614.post-15325141186383412222011-09-10T17:42:00.000-07:002011-09-10T17:42:19.470-07:00bullet with butterfly wings<br />
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<span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">lazy saturday. should have done some housework, but that'll wait till tomorrow. what couldn't wait another second was my hooves. did the full-on pedi a bit ago. it's nice not walking on calluses, yo!</span></span></div>
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<span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">here's a meme! i stole it from mrs. chili over @</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a2c4c9;"> http://theinnerdoor.wordpress.com/</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">1. do you believe in heaven?</strong> i believe that if there is a heaven, it's here on earth. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">8. where did you eat last?</strong> at home. last night. steak frites and a salad. wen'l did the steak. dry-aged bone-in new york. seasoned and grilled to perfection. i handled the rest. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">9. besides your own blog, are there any that you routinely read but never comment on?</strong> mrs. chili's. thoughts from galicia, spain. rurally screwed. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">10. ever been involved with the police?</strong> a couple times for having a burned out tail light, and a couple of times because of various dipshit neighbors. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">12. now a celebrity fantasy. who would you take on a ménage à trois for a dirty weekend?</strong> i am reaaaally not into the idea of a threesome. also, i couldn't limit myself to three. anthony bourdain, ewan mcgregor, matt damon. at least a fivesome. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">13. do you feel that you’ve had a truly successful life?</strong> i've been successful in a couple areas. i picked the perfect mate (for me). i'm still here and i still have an unquenchable thirst to learn. i didn't get knocked up. but underachievement is the name of my game. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">14. where do you wish you were? </strong><span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">san gimignano, italy</span>.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">15. have you ever ridden in an ambulance?</strong> twice. and that faceplant on the 91 freeway wasn't one of them. i was conscious, and there's nothing crappier than being on a gurney in the back of a bus and knowing it. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">16. is there any type of dancing that you love to do?</strong> i like bopping along to the tunes my pandora treats me to. does that count?</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">17. last gift you received?</strong> the hub just dusted and vacuumed! that's a swell fucking gift :)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">18. last sport you played?</strong> crap. it's been too long since i played any sport. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">19. last place you went on holiday?</strong> huntington beach, california. a week at my aunt's. soft bed, but sooooo quiet. </span></div>
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jOoLzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02608527500388715596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241495661823255614.post-86069251569021213522011-09-06T18:21:00.000-07:002011-09-06T18:21:40.536-07:00is that all?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">so. my titles are going to be the song i'm listening to when i start a post. this song is by U2. it's on their second album (cuz that's what it was goddammit. i bought the LP.) "october".</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">one of my absolute favorite blogs is shut down till october. i don't know how people write a cogent, even entertaining post every day. hell, even most days. esp. when one has kids and all they entail, a job outside the house and then a home (that isn't an apartment the size of a refrigerator box!) to take care of. i got nothing but time and i have a hard time doing it. i think that's mostly because i have content problems. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">1. i clean a bit every day. this means my whole place is seldom shipshape at the same time. but it also means i don't have to inhale a bunch of cleaning products (and even method gets old, you know?) on the same day that i sweep and mop. those 2 things wreck my back. they got my mom in the gut. *le sigh* my mom... gone five years now. i STILL have dreams where i tell her off. i'm wondering what i have to do to get rid of them, because it seems to me like i've put all that shit to rest in the real world.... i also don't believe in doing a week worth of laundry at once. again, i have the time to do some every day... </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">2. there's just an assload of stuff i could write about, and a hundred stories i could tell. i think i'm sort of afraid to. does it really matter what any of you thinks? i think i'm not quite over myself, you know?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">3. it was bloody fucking hot here today. 93 i think. told you the hellish weather would show up in september, didn't i? least it's much less muggy than it was the last time it was this hot. could be even more dry, though! wen'l doesn't like it, but i figure if it's gonna be 90+, the humidity should be about 12%. all i'd have to do is pound ice water all day and i'd be ok. when it's like this, it's like i don't really come to life till about 6pm. it's probably about 85 now. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">4. i promised there'd be recipes. last thing i wanna do when it's this hot is cook. i'm gonna have a ham sangwich later, and maybe a pickle. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">5. after living here for a year and a half, i finally got around to having an actual conversation with the couple down in #6. they both speak spanish. well duh! so do i! the man asked how i was... "bien?" me: "asi asi." and the damn floodgates opened! she's going to mexico to have surgery. i'm thinking a hysterectomy, but she didn't say so. next time i see em out there, i'm gonna introduce myself properly. was cool saying something other than "hola!" though :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">anyway, come october, i'll share the URL for that blog i'm jonesing for. there's some good peeps over there, and a couple of really kick-ass short stories. binko could have, should have been a published author. but in her case, as in so many, life got in the fucking way. </span>jOoLzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02608527500388715596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241495661823255614.post-90213728334071014732011-08-29T23:39:00.000-07:002011-08-29T23:39:28.822-07:00bad habits die hard<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">but at least wendell got the wireless nic (aka, AirPort) working in this apple. this poor, ancient apple. the HP i had been using while this thing was broke kicked the bucket on saturday. :( i hope it wasn't anything i did! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">anyway, back to the apple. the precious. it still has the best monitor i've ever seen. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">been hot as fuck here lately. 90's and muggy. 90 is bad enough when it's dry, yo. looks like it's gonna be cooler for the next 10 days or so. i hope y'all (cept my SIL. she probably knows this) know that just as you guys are starting to break out the long pants and real shoes again, our hot weather has just shown up. not that i'm bitching about our weather. and god! praise jeebus all we have to worry about here are earthquakes. the mid-atlantic got ordered to grab its ankles the last week or so. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">so yeah. glad i'm still here in california. costs a grip to live here, and the traffic. lord, the traffic. a nightmare the likes of which y'all do not understand. and for a place so well known for its sprawl, the part of it i live in is surprisingly dense. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">k i'm out. gonna go enjoy this wee buzz and bop along to "root down" by les boys beastie. nite!</span>jOoLzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02608527500388715596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241495661823255614.post-58256860951572977492011-08-17T18:59:00.000-07:002011-08-17T18:59:08.398-07:00parla italiano?<span style="color: white;">lol. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">so day 4. wendell and i went to the library. checked out three of tony bourdain's books, some stuff along the lines of "mastering italian", and "my life in france" by julia child. my library card had expired and i had fines to the tune of $2.10, even though i'd never checked anything out. transfered some shit that i never picked up, that i didn't know got transferred. they got my email address wrong when i applied for the card in april 2010, and i didn't catch it then.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">anyway, i've got till 7 sept. got a lot of stuff to read. hopefully wendell's card will show up by then so we can check out the italian language shit again. i'm a smart bitch, but no way am i going to master italian in 3 weeks. lol</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">i do wonder how long it will take me to be able to make a blogpost in italian. i did one in spanish on my old blog, i think. remembering as much spanish as i do is making the whole learning italian thing not quite so daunting. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">i must go. dinner does not cook itself around here. :)</span>jOoLzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02608527500388715596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241495661823255614.post-83125088330350050792011-08-16T20:45:00.000-07:002011-08-16T20:45:56.163-07:00is reverb really so hard to understand?<span style="color: white;">i ask because it seems to be a concept above the heads of the people in #2. their music is louder at my front door than at theirs. the breezeway is usually a good thing, but not when someone is playing music or waging world war iii with their kids. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">anyhoo... i'm alone. wendell had class tonight. listening to some tool, smoking a little weed. had a busy day. changed the slipcover on the couch and washed and reapplied (lol. reapplied.) the slipcover on the chair. dusted. i have lots of horizontal surfaces, so that's a legitimate undertaking. swept the floor. vacuumed the rug. i should take a pic of it tomorrow while it looks good. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">i'm finally going to get to busy on some art for my own living room. huey turned out really well, and my brother really does dig it. i had something in mind for this one canvas, but i think i want to take an eraser to it and start over. no pencil this time. actually i need to paint at least 2 things, one a 36" square, and a 24x48". </span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">yeah... so that's it. i'm gonna go play some ac:2. i need to get it finished. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">late.</span>jOoLzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02608527500388715596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241495661823255614.post-42562854204693902322011-08-15T13:26:00.000-07:002011-08-15T13:26:41.855-07:00day 2<span style="color: white;">lol. is this going to be harder than i imagined? there's a hundred things bothering me right now, and finding *one* to write about is difficult through all that noise. maybe that's what i should write about then? the 100 things?</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">(well, let's see... the list probably won't get up to 100, maybe not even 10. we'll see.)</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">1. the months long jerking around i've had at harbor-ucla. for a good long time, i was one of the cowed sheep who didn't think i had any room to bitch. i mean, i've gone to the doc maybe 10 times since february, and i've had a couple of spendy procedures so far (biopsy and ct scan), and my one bill is for $840. it showed up a few weeks after the ct. it's not itemized or anything, though. anyway, there have been 4 occasions on which i was scheduled to have surgery. 2 were rescheduled. one time i went, and was there for 6 hours, no food or water since midnight, etc, before they told me they'd have done surgery but that i'd need to spend the night, and they had no bed. the 4th time, same thing, AND they wanted to admit me the day before for my labs. yeah, make me spend another night there (getting no sleep) to do something i can do w/o being admitted? but alas, their wanting it was moot... again, no bed. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">the thing that really fries my ass? it's rescheduled. for 29 september. FML. i just want the shit out of me, and i'm looking at 2 surgeries to make that so. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">2. tired tired tired of being broke. i don't think this requires any explanation. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">3. so very grateful for the presence of a few people in my life. and some of them i've never even met. or i've met. once. and both of us were the same but also very different, or so young that she still scared me. and sometimes the distance between all of us (after it's a long haul to bumblefuck, pa, etc) really pisses me off. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">4. i need some new videogames. joel's gonna lend us "infamous2" in exchange for a carne asada dinner next weekend, and in the meantime i'm playing "ac:2" for probably the 20th time. the firmware update last tuesday did make a pretty significant difference in how the game looks, and that's cool... but isn't it about time for the new "ac" game already?!?</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">k, maybe more bitching later. i'm gonna go play. </span>jOoLzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02608527500388715596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241495661823255614.post-41490293829555392232011-08-14T19:15:00.000-07:002011-08-14T19:15:55.697-07:00been a minute, 2.0<span style="color: white;">i'm gonna make myself write here everyday for awhile. i need to develop some discipline. i need to allow myself 15 minutes a day to bitch, so i get in the habit of writing everyday again. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">maybe i should be writing about all the shit that fries my ass. pick one thing about the world that's working my nerves each day and give it 15 minutes. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">i'm repeating myself. i think it's because it's time to be thinking about dinner. it's about quarter after seven. i've gotta put some oven fries in the hot box, and it's gonna be another 35-40 minutes before i eat. tri-tip sandwiches, with leftovers from yesterday's birthday dinner for my brother. he said goodbye to his dirty thirties last night. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">so yeah. <span style="font-family: inherit;">gripefest</span> 2011 and maybe the occasional recipe. it's on, bitches. </span>jOoLzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02608527500388715596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241495661823255614.post-5402100557083806002011-01-28T17:53:00.000-08:002011-01-28T17:53:17.763-08:00powering up the smoke<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">life is too motherfucking short to give myself a bunch of grief for not posting here since 23 october 2010. apparently, i had nothing of importance to share. or perhaps my view of the world in general and my fellow americans in particular has gone just sideways enough that i *had* to vent about it, lest i go postal. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">oh how i wish there had been wikileaks, twitter and foursquare and cheap cell phones, and a president with half a brain 10 years ago. it would have been cheaper to supply the entire third world a cell phone and provide service for them AND invent wikileaks than it has been to prosecute our various adventures in the middle east and south asia. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">these tweeting revolutionaries have my most mad props. courageous AND clever. i have to give it up. i've been of the mind that we as americans are well overdue for a revolt. not in the teabagger sense, because i don't think we pay enough taxes. i don't think it's our damn business to be mixing it up over oil and other natural resources. we should be inventing (or perfecting) the next thing that will power up the smoke in our front-loading washing machines and iPhone(tm) chargers and flat irons. we should be taking care of our people the way we tell the rest of the world to.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">i think i need all the rights a bunch of scared motherfuckers gave up for me a little over nine years ago back! i also need to stop hearing about how bad-ass the economy is because the dow jones is at 12,000 and that the economic downturn the whole world has suffered couldn't be foreseen. look, i have zero (i mean bupkes!) background in economics, but i knew it was coming! i heard some talking head on nice polite republicans this morning talking about how there was no way to see any of it coming. he also said that we're experiencing actual growth in our economy. i'll believe it when the unemployment rate in the state of california isn't 12.4%. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">i don't know that washington should be the only city that gets marched into. the lower part of manhattan and fairfield county, connecticut have a lot to answer for as well. speculation is going to be the cause of perhaps millions of people not being able to afford to eat. according to capitalism, things that are plentiful are not supposed to be expensive. there's enough wheat and corn. but people hedging about their future availability and ordering more of something than will actually be available to make it look scarce isn't fucking capitalism if that's the case. it's fucking fraud, and criminal if for no other reason. also, if you (as a company or a fund) cannot take actual physical delivery of a commodity, you should not be allowed to speculate in its futures market. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">i'm not exactly a communist, or a socialist. but i am no capitalist or fascist, and for that forever grateful.</span></span>jOoLzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02608527500388715596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241495661823255614.post-36800800552187655952010-10-23T17:20:00.000-07:002010-10-23T17:20:05.280-07:00been a minute<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">and i apologize. i been writing checks various parts of the corpus can't cash lately. promised bizza a donation. i feel like a complete ass for not coughing one up. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">still haven't heard anything about that gig wendell had the *final* interview, aka 4 person tag team. they made it sound to him that even the unlucky parties would hear something, so i'm not gonna freak yet. but lemme tell you... the boy's brilliant and he cleans up REAL good. he has this hickey freeman suit... single breasted gray chalkstripe.. pants are pleated (he, like most guys, looks better in flat-fronts), but ya can't tell with the jacket. crisp white shirt, ike behar blue silk tie, allen-edmonds shoes. he looked like new money. and like i said, brilliant. he'd have to know how to make himself look stupid, you know? he knows his geek-related shit. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">i'm a smart fucker, but there's all kinds of stuff he knows <strong>well</strong> that i can't even wrap my head around, and not just electricity. the only thing i have on him is it would be easier to learn another language, and not by much. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">so tomorrow we're going to my cousin deb and her girl nancy's place for the very last time tomorrow. they're headed to costa rica... and i have it on good authority from a FB friend of kona's that their place is where it is because the surf's big and they party a lot around there. sounds like the HB of central america, but with better surf. lol. it'll be a minute before i taste deb's cookin again, and she's got mad skillz, yo. be a minute before i get the two of them loaded again and drink homemade limoncello. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">must be exciting. in a way i'm jealous, but i kinda need unexciting right now. well, just as soon as CDW offers wendell a job, dull would be good. :)</span>jOoLzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02608527500388715596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241495661823255614.post-66810644603932336282010-10-06T19:21:00.000-07:002010-10-06T19:21:40.565-07:00i wish i could embed this... the cee-lo green portion<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">No, no, no</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I'm so tired, it's been so long - struggling, hopelessly</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Seven and forty days.. hey</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Oh, I sacrifice every breath I breathe</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">To make you believe, I'd give my life away</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Oh lord, I'm so tired, I'm so tired</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">My feet feel like I walked most of the road on my own</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">All on my own, wee..</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">We alive or we ain't living, that's why I'm giving until it's gone</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Cause I don't wanna be alone (I don't wanna be alone)</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I don't wanna be alone.. yeah</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">If there's anything I can say, to help you find your way</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Touch your soul, make it whole, the same for you and I..</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">that you die.. but I can feel it in the wind</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The beginning or the end</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">But people keep your head to the sky</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">"Liberation" - Outkast</span>jOoLzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02608527500388715596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241495661823255614.post-48651209749565896662010-09-02T00:49:00.000-07:002010-09-02T00:49:04.671-07:00dateline: traverse city, mi<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">yeah, i haven't mentioned my dad much here. but today i heard he's back in the hospital. electrolytes all outta whack, hypotensive to the point of spontaneously passing out, down to 177 lbs. my dad hasn't weighed 177 since he was in high school. he must look like hell. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">*sigh* my dad, who gave me my long-ass legs. who at 6'3" was the runt of the entire family, cousins, everything. who played defensive back and right field, and if he hadn't been so fucking criminally minded he could have made the bigs. fucker could hit, power <i>and</i> average. held the boys' high school state record in the 220. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">i think i'm preparing myself here. he's having a colostomy reversed tomorrow, if the adhesions between his stomach and small intestine can be dealt with. it's either the colostomy is reversed, or he continues wasting. he's getting nothing from the food he puts in his mouth. things aren't looking so good right now. and i think i need to make some peace, in my own mind if nothing else, with the old man. i have bitched about him aplenty in the past, but he isn't all bad. or rather, he wasn't. i don't know how well i know him anymore. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">i know he always wanted to get rich. did some pretty harebrained shit trying to get rich. moving solo to colorado to be a rug doctor franchisee with some old friend of his from the iowa state penitentiary. (i wasn't kidding about his being criminally minded). moving all of us to texas (odessa yet! scarred for life!) to be in the chain link fence business. like those good old boys were gonna allow a uppity fuck from california get in on that racket. and then finally, the coup de grace - about a month before i started 8th grade, he charged with attempted murder and some variety of drug trafficking. after damn near a year as a guest of the county of los angeles, he was acquitted. our relationship never recovered. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">but i did get the legs from him. and the mouth i kiss my husband with? it's from him. and for all his stupidity about money, he wasn't stupid. i see lots of him in me. mostly it's bad habits, but loving books is something i learned from him. my mom was the math genius (and that's my brother. lol), but dad loved words. when he was locked up, he used to write my mom these letters. like 10 legal sized pages, printed small. and she was going up to county to see him every damn day! but he wrote her these tomes anyway. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">he's having this surgery tomorrow. his docs wanted to be doing this in about a month, but he might not be around in a month. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">i hope it goes well. </span>jOoLzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02608527500388715596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241495661823255614.post-71810016022019767212010-08-23T17:49:00.000-07:002010-08-23T17:49:56.565-07:00well it's been a minute<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">since i last posted. i need to stop this right now. neglecting to write is a bad habit i'm not going to tolerate this time. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">it's been hot as balls the last couple days. one bad thing about the super mild "summer" we'd been having is that when it does decide to show up for a week or so, it really kicks our ass. it's not as bad the last couple days of one of these spells, because i start getting used to it. but the first four or five really kick my ass. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">i've lost some weight. mostly because it's too damned hot for coke, so i've been drinking ice water a lot during the day. that and i've been eating cold stuff for dinner. insalata caprese last friday. ah... insalata caprese. it makes me long for enough dirt to grow some tomatoes and basil. if either of my readers has a plant or 6, make one when the tomato is still a little warm from the sun. i swear, there's nothing better to eat in this world. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">ahh... so wendell and i have been amusing ourselves figuring out what we're going to do when we win the megamillions. we haven't yet. we're going to tomorrow. *lol* anyhoo... i need to get a passport, and i bet that takes a minute these days, and i need to shed a ton or 2... a year based in florence. k.. i need to digress... when we got the dyson air multiplier, we got a ps3 game called assassin's creed 2. it's set in italy. florence and the tuscan countryside, a town in emilia-romagna called forli, venice, rome. and it's just a damn game but it looks <i>sick</i>. then we made the mistake of watching this show on cooking channel called la dolce vita... and the dude just happened to be in florence (!) and in one segment, he and his pals were playing soccer in front of santa maria de fiore... in the piazza del duomo(!!!11!1) </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">so yeah, our wee pea brains are like totally blown. the megamillions is worth $115 million tomorrow. cash value's something like $65 million. i don't think an apartment between santa croce and il duomo would tap us if we won. :) and look, i know toscana is so 10 years ago and shit, but there's a reason it blew up with tourists. and one could see a lot of italy based there. lazio, umbria, emilia-romagna. *le sigh* and wendell and i would both be speaking good italian in a year's time. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">good news today. wen'ls unemployment extension is a go. being broke sucks. but i think i'm developing some good habits because of it. i think a lot of people around my age are going to be like my grandparents' generation. they all were at an age during the depression where it colored their thinking about money for the rest of their lives. it's making me think twice about throwing things out. if i can fix it (like i fixed a hole in some shorts today), i do. if it's something i can repurpose, i do. and even if i did when the lottery, i'd live smaller than one would think. if i ever bought a house, it would be small. i watch "top gear", but i'd never drive a lamborghini (even if i could get my ass in and out of one!). experiences are something i'd splurge on if i had even a bit of money.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">k, brain dump done. y'all have a good evening, and smoke em if you got em. </span>jOoLzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02608527500388715596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241495661823255614.post-51101619911534602142010-08-13T17:56:00.000-07:002010-08-13T17:56:42.485-07:00there's a lake of stew and of whiskey too...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">you can paddle all around them in a big canoe. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">yeah, it's that time of the day, kids. time for my daily assault on your senses. i've just smoked a wee bit of the trees, not enough to make myself ramble i think. i hope!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">yeah, so i got reminded of the harry mcclintock classic, "the big rock candy mountains". damn ll bean. that isn't exactly a feel good song, you know? it's about hobos. something we may be seeing more of if the goddamn gubmint don't pull its collective head out of its collective tuchas. as it is, i think people who grow fruit and veg in their yards have the right idea. i know if i had a yard (like i owned it!) i'd yank out the lawn and the landscape. my crops could be arranged in such a way as to be attractive. i'd want it to look good. and make anyone who walked past hungry. :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">yeah. good idea. it's money you don't have to spend on food. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">yeah... buzz is still kinda sneaking up on me. so i might ramble a bit. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">megamillions is worth $75 millions tonight. i wonder what one would get after taxes. i know if i won it i'd buy an older, smaller house on a fairly good sized lot over in bluff park or belmont heights. something i could work with but needed love. and i'd rip my landscape out and make some raised beds of herbs in the front yard. thyme and chives are particularly lovely when they bloom. and the whole front of my house would smell good, no? and it would serve to help cover up the smell of the herb superb wafting out the windows. lol</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">i would live well below my means. i feel shellshocked from being so damn broke. wendell is still looking for a job. we're still living on his unemployment. i praise the psm our rent is as low as it is. and the other day i got my second gas bill since may with a negative balance. even though it would only be like $10 if i got one, i *love* getting to skip a bill. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">the whole experience has made me tight with a buck. i think i always will be, no matter what our financial future looks like. well, this and seeing what a shambles my dad made of his finances. i do not want to be in the boat he got himself into... fucking scary. so it isn't a bad thing, right? i mean, i want to enjoy my life a bit more than i am right now, but if i walk away from this hellishness knowing it's better to be thoughtful, even overly so, with my money i've learned far more than my dad ever did. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">so i strapped on the ipod, fired up the third of a spliff i found earlier this afternoon (in a candleholder - votive - that i was going to put spent sunflower seeds in). finding joint remnants you'd forgotten about is kind of like finding a $10 bill in the pocket of a pair of jeans you haven't worn in awhile. "eleanor rigby". *sigh*</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">i remember where i was when john was killed. does that mean i'm old? i was 11. i cried. moms loved the beatles. saw them at the hollywood bowl (bitch!! lol). i heard em a lot growing up. i probably felt something like she felt on december 8th, 1980 when joe strummer died. shit. i guess that's what really means i'm old. i liked the clash when there still was the clash. like sandinista and shit. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">no joke. i had awesome taste in music when i was a kid. not only did the folks expose me to some really good music (dad was at a led zep show when mom went to the hospital to have my brother. dick! no lol. lol), but the radio didn't suck ass back then and i actually got exposed to good stuff. like the first time i ever heard tom petty and the heartbreakers, it was on KROQ. -- if you read this kona, you'll know they weren't playing him on KROQ then. lol -- </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">i get a wee bit wistful that i won't have a minion who grows up thinking that the police rool and stewart copeland is the best rock drummer</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"> </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">*ever*. few other things too, but they certainly don't amount to a reason to have one. yeah... like wendell's seed would find any purchase in my 41 yo innards if i wanted to actually birth the minion. and ick. babies are parasites, no? i was one, a long time ago. moms was pregs with me 42 years ago. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">she was pregs again about 2 and a half years later. with my brother. my brother who turns 39 on saturday. yeah, so old. my little brother's dirty thirties are about to come to an end. that makes me a fucking relic. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">anyhoo, he's a good brother. usually see him about twice a month. he lives in long beach too, over in bluff park. right around the fucking corner from dexter morgan! a triplex, with off street parking. lucky bastard. gawd i'm rambling. we've always been pretty tight. i know, for me, that growing up it was good having someone along for the ride. it would have been a lot of damn nonsense to go through by oneself. i'm glad it didn't make bad people of either of us. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">the more irritating situation is the psycho hosebeast that lives in apartment no. 2... and her even more lunatic mother. yeah, the cops have been called. they responded in large numbers. i am 100% positive they will be back. they were just on the lam for a few days and it was the quietest this place has been in the full four months we've lived here. she was making noise about disappearing (like, for good). i hope that's still an option. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">and the place is but wee. really. we had to chuck so much shit when we moved in here. just abandoned several rooms worth of furniture. shit i tried to sell on craigslist and had no luck. well, i sold a sideboard-y looking thing, the fridge and a graphing calculator. but 2 dining tables + chairs, a couch and chair... all kinds of shit. and going through the dregs of my parents' 38 year marriage. but i am free of all that now, and by extension free of him. i will never have enough money to give him any! even if we both had a gig that paid for shit. never. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">but i LOVE it. i live in a for fucking real city for the first time since i was 10. there's thai restaurants AND thai people around here. there's a supermercado 2 blocks from here, and i wouldn't think of buying the fixins for carne asada anywhere else. i don't eat much fast food anymore. mostly cuz i'd have to give up a tits parking spot to go get it. and park on eucalyptus and hill when i got back. lol</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">the neighborhood is pretty cool. lots of old (for here anyway!) apartment buildings, duplexes and small single family homes. this building was put up in 1928. the ceilings are 10' high. the floors are wood. the walls are lath and plaster and thick. i hear the people on the other side of the building a lot better than i hear the people right around me. and, it stays cooler inside because of those walls and their thermal mass. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">now, for an unsolicited and totally gratuitous plug... wendell had cisco rewards points he had to use by the 31st of july or lose forever. we ordered a 10" dyson air multiplier. the thing fucking rocks. now, they go for $249. i would never pay that for a fan. but i'll pay the income tax on $249 for it. and it just kicks all conceivable ass. it's small. it has a small footprint. that's huge around here, believe me. and it's way quieter than a bladed fan that puts out that much air. it isn't all choppy like a fan usually is. and it tilts and oscillates. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">tomorrow i will share the story of how this blog got its name. nite kids.</span>jOoLzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02608527500388715596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241495661823255614.post-28421561078792292742010-08-05T18:33:00.000-07:002010-08-05T18:33:41.517-07:00... and all the pieces matter.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">so the 101 is showing "the wire" in its entirety on sunday nights. wendell never saw the first several seasons, so when i found out it was being rebroadcast, that joint went in the *manage recordings* file toot sweet. (yes, i know it's tout de suite. bite me!)</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">sitting here smoking a fat, tasteeeee spleeeeef of the purple moonshine, listening to "the fall" on repeat. heart is indeed breaking. lester freamon, greggs, marlo, omar, bunk, stringer bell... d'angelo barksdale... bubbles. especially bubs. *le sigh* even jimmy, manufacturing whole cases not just evidence, sticking random pussy and out on the tiles. i miss them all. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">i am not a young black man, obvs. i wouldn't pretend to know the experiences of one from west bawlmer, so i don't know if it's as realistic as it seems. but i do know it was the most unvarnished look at life anywhere in the united states that i've ever seen in something that's obstensibly entertainment. the best show ever broadcast. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">everything about the show was perfection.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"> the way things developed slowly, seemingly in real time. it demanded that you pay (fucking!) attention, even as it knew you'd be watching it again to pick up on all the shit you missed the first time. the shit you missed the first time when you were sprawled out on your couch, slackjawed. "did i just fucking see that?! on TELEVISION?!?!?" </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">the characters, "good" and "bad". all of them were both. there was jimmy and his shenanigans, all five seasons worth. a good pOlice who was indeed a bastard. and d'angelo barksdale. a drug dealing, murdering thug, who in some ways was the fucking conscience of the first series. him teaching the thugs beneath him in the pecking order in the pit how to play chess was one of the most sublime parts of the superlative first season.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">the music. the blind boys of alabama are doing their version of the tom waits classic "down in the hole" this season. the music, score and pre-recorded stuff both, are the work of one hell of a music director. the man who wrote the song i'm listening to. this song is everything it should be for a show like this. it's inspiring. it's sentimental. it makes my head go back and forth, eyes closed. (oh and hey... my hair's starting to get pretty long!). it definitely has a groove.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">the cast. omG! i watched every season of it, and i swear, i never saw someone miscast. and the regular players were all just jawdroppingly good. wendell (HA!) pierce has been one of my favorite actors for a long time. i liked him in the shit he made before "the wire", but fuck. he was born to play bunk moreland. and i REALLY fucking dig it that so many people from so many of the david simon/ed burns joints were on the show. (like wendell pierce had a huge role on the next of simon's projects, the kick-ass "treme", and so did clarke peters, who played lester freamon).</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">sorry. it's not hard for me to get all purple and squeeeee about that show. i'd totally have 10,000 of "the wire" 's babies. praise the PSM for HBO for making it. </span></div>jOoLzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02608527500388715596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2241495661823255614.post-55532904237986646002010-07-31T18:00:00.000-07:002010-07-31T18:09:16.197-07:00maintaining my sanity<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">so... i'm embarking upon a new blog adventure. fucked in california isn't exactly dead, but i think i need a new place to spill out the contents of my brain. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">the title of today's post is inspired by the din coming from the apartment across the way from ours. i hear about half a dozen different voices, all talking (loudly) at the same time. my ears are beginning to get sore from the earplugs i've been wearing all day, but i suspect things would be far worse if i took them out. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">seeing as this blog is supposed to help me keep my somewhat tenuous grip on my sanity, i will be posting here pretty much everyday. i promise i will post more than just my gripes about our current living situation, even if they are legion. </span></div>jOoLzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02608527500388715596noreply@blogger.com1