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August 31, 2002
30 minutes of Propane Torching
Happy Birthday, John. Hope it's lovely.
I know, I said I was going to update y'all on the drum/dance weekend. Highlights include: Dancing for 15 minutes before collapsing into a sweaty heap, drumming with the magnificent Michael Markus, giggling while Taylor played "Choosy Mama" on two jembes slung around his neck, and singing the whole damned way to Indiana and back.
no good stories, at least, well...
we went to a bonfire the first night, got to the site just as they were setting up. the pile o' combustibles was SO big, it took them 30 minutes of steady propane torching to set it ablaze. we couldn't even see the flames for the first 20 minutes. it was incredible and dangerous and ... er ... stinky.
another thing about last weekend - it's damned hard to sleep in the wilderness. I need more . . . noise.
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August 22, 2002
Dance is not for you, Babe!
I'm going on this drum/dance weekend with Taylor. A big, thrilling, fun, physical/musical learning experience, and what happens?
I sprain my ankle and get a cold.
that's right, I got an august cold, and my first sprained ankle since...er...college?
It's like my urban roots are telling me "don't do it! don't leave the city for the Indiana commune! Dance is not for you, babe!"
I'll brave it this time, I think - updates on monday - hopefully, this won't escalate to coughing and broken bones.
Wish me luck!
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August 20, 2002
Cleiking Abbie Hoffman's corpse
word of the day: cleik - to catch, as by a hook. to take possession of in whatever way, whether by force or by fraud, as equivalent to catch or snatch away. to cleik the cunyie, a vulgar phrase signifying to lay hold of money; cleik-in-the-back, the lumbago or rheumatism, what takes hold of one as a hook does.
I don't know what cleiked me this week, but I am certain I'll be a kinder, gentler weblogger from now on. wouldn't want the warlings to get us down, would we?
I forgot to mention the "abbie hoffman died for our sins" round-the-clock play festival that Kathryn and I attended this weekend. We saw a whole bunch of stuff before we decided we had exhausted our theatre-appreciation abilities in the wee hours of the morning, but not before seeing our friend Adam (director) and Susie's (actor) piece on the purpose of-, or practice of-, or something of- sex, there was a fly, a voyeuristic couple, a cockroach, and newly-moved-in-lovers...and a darlingly squirmy narrator. bravo, dahlinks!
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August 19, 2002
Shark Ball Libidinist
word of the day: libidinist: do I really have to define this for y'all? let's just enjoy this one for the idea, shall we?
to sociopathic goth boy: you're right. there is a reason I like scotch.
to everyone else: yes, that was me at the Shedd Aquarium Shark Ball on Friday night. Eatin' free food, sippin' free scotch, giggling at all the awful formal gowns and fake breasts and theme cufflinks...but the best show of the night was the caribbean fish tank, of course. Have you seen it?
and yes, that was maureen mccormick, gamely begging for bids on her 'vagina monologues' package. . . freaky, huh? not that I couldn't imagine marcia brady saying 'vagina'. . .
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August 16, 2002
The Silly Season of Illepidity
word of the day: silly season: The [August] period when nobody is supposed to be in London, when there are no parliamentary debates to publish, and when [newspaper] editors are at their wits'-ends to fill their papers with readable matter. All kinds of crazes on political and social subjects are then ventilated: gigantic gooseberries, monstrous births, and strange showers then become plentiful, columns are devoted to matters which would not at any other time receive consideration and, so far as the newspapers are concerned, silliness is at a premium.
love that one- I've used it often. we picked that up in journalism school and used it whenever we read the sun-times...'looks like it's silly season, folks!"
in regards to my post the other day - I've talked to the illepid people since then and points have been argued. Needless to say, they're no more interesting in argument than they are in normal conversation [yawn]. Apologies to those who thought that post was about them - in case you're in doubt, you should call and ask. seriously. and I'll berate you for your insecurities and probably buy you a beer after.
still brilliant, lovely, multi-talented, safe, and now: utterly weightless.
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August 14, 2002
Illepid Infestation
word of the day: illepid: dull and unpleasant in conversation.
I hate to say it, but over the last year, my life has been infested with illepid persons. I used to believe that one person's 'illepid' was another's valuable friend, but this isn't really true - it's just that some people realize illepid natures sooner than others.
It'd be petty to list the dull and unpleasant conversationalists here, suffice it to say that I am glad to be with a more enriching, evolved, interesting crowd. John was right - I deserve more than what I was choosing, and I definitely shouldn't take other people's vitriol/insecurity/projections personally.
This is me, brilliant, lovely, multi-talented, and safe, shrugging the weight of it/them off my shoulders.
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August 13, 2002
Apartment Therapy
link of the day:
<Apartment Therapy* is a New York City company that serves people's apartment and office needs and seeks to provide environmentally sustainable solutions.
Dedicated to the belief that clean, attractive, well organized spaces are crucial for personal health, vitality, and effectiveness, we help people with:
decorating
decluttering
furnishing
plants
organization
cleaning (we only use environmentally safe products)
moving
as well as helping to sell furniture and list apartments for rent through our local network.
okay, y'all. I think I just found my career. Anyone need an apartment therapist?
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August 09, 2002
Darks
word of the day: darks - A word used by sailors, but more particularly by smugglers to signify those nights when the moon does not appear, and which consequently are favourable for smuggling.
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August 07, 2002
Robert Rodriguez es mas macho
I love Robert Rodriguez.
I haven't seen spy kids two yet, but by god, what a fabulous wonderful perfect cast he's assembled! quien es mas macho, indeed.
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August 06, 2002
Bravery
On Saturday, I went on my first motorcycle ride ever. Oh gosh, it was fun. Seriously. I wouldn't necessarily want to drive one, but passengering is a blast. Any of y'all have a bike and want a passenger, you drop me a line.
other news: I'm still waiting to see if someone will sublet my place for september...someone's coming tomorrow morning to look at it. I wish I had the strength of my soon-to-be-former roommate to just pick up and go, despite the lingering open ends of the situation.
I envy him his bravery, and desire, and ability to drive cross country and start a new life...I'm hoping I'm brave enough, strong enough, smart enough, lucky enough to be able to start over here.
here's to hope.
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August 02, 2002
Say, those are Fabulous Trousers!
to the 12 people on the train platforms who asked where I got my 'fabulous' trousers yesterday: I got them at asinimali, in evanston. yes, they look fabulous on me. yes, they were inexpensive. no, they don't have them anymore - I bought the last two pairs. may you seethe in jealousy and bask in my funky-trousered glory.