tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32024162011-06-23T15:15:00.234-04:00an esoteric soul* * *esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.comBlogger2001100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1118431734154782852005-06-10T15:28:00.000-04:002005-06-10T15:43:50.870-04:00off to iowaoff to iowaafter taking tomorrow to decompress after this hectic week, sunday i'll be embarking on my first trip to iowa in almost 2 years. i'll get to see this little guy (for the first time since labor day), as well as my sister, brother-in-law, parents, and various other relatives...most of whom just want to see jeffy, but are feigning interest in seeing me, too. just to be polite.it's a long,esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1116968707528859992005-05-24T17:00:00.000-04:002005-05-24T17:05:07.536-04:00disappointedso. i broke things off with v last week. just a few days shy of what would have been 4 months. this is just the second time, ever, that i’ve broken up with someone (the first being just last fall).it had been coming for awhile...since not long after i had returned from my trip to london and amsterdam. there was a series of 3 events--the second of which happened the very day after i esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1115642846568876742005-05-09T08:45:00.000-04:002005-05-09T08:49:31.726-04:00good question, sweetieWe’re not asking the president to get married to adude so why should he have any say? --joss stoneesoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1113943377342389692005-04-19T16:27:00.000-04:002005-04-19T16:50:31.936-04:006 years agotoday is the 6th anniversary of the unexpected death of my brother, jeff...way before his time. it never matters what else is going on in my life when this day rolls around each year...i always wake up feeling uneasy and sad, sometimes without even realizing why. and then it hits me.in addition to the terrible fact that he is gone--which is, of course, bad enough all by itself--there esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1113592024219082572005-04-15T14:40:00.000-04:002005-04-15T16:35:58.463-04:00notes from london & amsterdam, part Iit's already a week later, and i'm still on a high from the london & amsterdam concerts featuring meshell ndegeocello and the spirit music jamia. i would imagine my traveling companion deshigrrrl is, as well. *grin*we were at the jazz cafe in london for the show on friday, april 8. incredible. the place was packed with a sold-out crowd. shortly after 9 pm, esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1109794732479628622005-03-01T15:10:00.000-05:002005-03-09T08:25:57.793-05:00[that outkast song]i’ve been experiencing a strange phenomenon lately...the complete and utter evaporation of time. poof.one moment, v and i are lying in bed, laughing about something. the next moment, we’re lying in bed, laughing about something else. the thing is...it’s likely that 3-4 hours have passed between those two moments. 8-10 hours on a weekend. no joke! it’s uncanny. and so not esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1108409368485651282005-02-14T13:58:00.000-05:002005-02-14T15:07:05.670-05:00v-daya month or so ago, i was chatting with a co-owner of one of my fave hangouts, and he was telling me how he already had a bunch of dinner reservations for valentine's day. he said to me, "now, we'll just have to get you married off by then, so you can come in for dinner, too." i was like...yeah. right.but then...? i ran into v (whom i had first met several months ago) . for the first time, weesoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1107985610654627752005-02-09T16:27:00.000-05:002005-03-02T16:34:15.936-05:00remembrance of things past(props to will shakespeare & marcel proust)i’m thinking, now, that the very act of putting a new vibe out into the universe is automatically “shakin’ shit up in the ‘05.” no time wasted here!while checking my e-mail one morning a coupla weeks ago, i discovered a message from someone from my past. someone with whom i was once in love...someone with whom i had a esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1107551307036499882005-02-04T15:58:00.000-05:002005-02-04T16:39:56.996-05:00life's a tripit’s funny...when you put a new vibe out into the universe, you can sometimes sense that it’s been recognized. by whom or what, i’m not sure...being agnostic, i’m not sure that i ever will. but sometimes, things? things just start to happen. people are drawn to you. opportunities flow your way. life starts to look a little different. more exciting, maybe, or just more interesting.
esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1106670347468542752005-01-25T10:17:00.000-05:002005-01-25T14:16:12.286-05:00capricornucopiaeven tho the date (january 22nd) had gotten pushed into the aquarius zone and many invitees apparently decided not to brave the snow, wind, and frigid temps, the much-anticipated capricorn party on saturday--celebrating my 40th birthday, jeff's 50th, jon's 33rd, and and those of various other caps who joined us--was a blast.
i am becoming quite the special-occasion guest at rog esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1106230537445117672005-01-20T08:44:00.000-05:002005-01-20T09:15:37.446-05:00don't spend a dime todaysomeone forwarded this to me and i thought it was worth passing on. except for whatever my heat, electricity, water, and the gasoline already in my car are costing (i do have my limits), i'm not spending a cent today. join me?
Not One Damn Dime Day
Since our religious leaders will not speak out against the war in Iraq, since our political leaders don'thave the moral esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1106170808016057162005-01-19T16:39:00.000-05:002005-01-20T11:34:45.456-05:00catching up, starting freshso, deshi wants to know what i’ve been up to during my extended hiatus from blogging. aside from continuing to be challenged at work (in one way or another); doing my usual friday happy hour thing with my boys (which often goes way beyond the traditional few hours after work); first anticipating, and now thoroughly enjoying, basketball season; and building a small esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1106060932831630682005-01-18T10:07:00.000-05:002005-01-20T11:33:50.653-05:00three’s a charmnot that you care...but this week’s women’s ncaa rankings are out and my buckeyes are...*drum roll*...NUMBER THREE in the country. woooo hoooooo!!
this comes on the heels of an amazing game against then-number-four-ranked rutgers on sunday. i was there, in my row-e seat, waving my spirit towel (which i know makes me a complete and total dork), booing the refs’ bad calls, and esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1105980477477080902005-01-17T11:39:00.000-05:002005-01-17T11:51:45.853-05:00mlk daywhile part of me wants to wax philosophical about this day, who and what it commemorates, and why it's a whole lot more than a just day off from work (for some, anyway)...sorry, kids. it's just not happening.
i started the day feeling bitter that i am working today, on a federal holiday when everyone i know (except, of course, my colleagues) is off. (*whispering* especially after a rare esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1105734441429796852005-01-14T15:20:00.000-05:002005-01-14T15:40:32.703-05:00don't call it a comeback. i've been here for years. --ll cool jsome experiences, however inconsequential, simply cannot pass by without comment.
today, a baby shower luncheon was scheduled for one of three women in our office who is pregnant. earlier in the day, much squealing was going on around the corner from my office, so i popped out to see what the fuss was about. several female staff esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1088564075218321012004-06-29T22:54:00.000-04:002004-06-29T22:54:35.216-04:00treehousei want to love you
and watch
as your moans catch the breeze
linger for awhile
just outside the windows
amidst the rustling leaves.
and then ride
up, up, up, up
beyond the trees
through the heavens.
dodging planets
racing stars
weaving through constellations
encircling the moon.
swirling cosmonauts
of your pleasure
and my desire.esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1088166621452764802004-06-25T08:28:00.000-04:002004-06-25T08:30:21.453-04:00mr. jtonly hours old, this kid looks like he's been around for 6 months. *grin*esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1088034395461211752004-06-23T19:44:00.000-04:002004-06-23T21:38:37.100-04:00he's heremy newest nephew arrived this afternoon:jeffrey thomas (named for our brother)
6.23.04
1:19 p.m. PST
8 pounds
20 3/4 inchesthis kind of news is always fabulous, but especially given everything my sister and her husband have been thru over the past few years. i'm so excited!!esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1087488860611247962004-06-17T12:11:00.000-04:002004-06-17T12:14:20.616-04:00so yeah...i'm a nerdYou're a Speak & Spell!! You nerd, you. Justbecause you were disguised as a toy doesn'tmean you weren't educational, you sneakybastard.
What childhood toy from the 80s are you? brought to you by Quizillaesoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1086834975217479362004-06-09T22:30:00.000-04:002004-06-09T22:37:47.750-04:00tattuesday, take 2thanks to ej and the wonders of modern technology, i give you tat2:
and tat1:
esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1086828222741735892004-06-09T20:09:00.000-04:002004-06-14T09:34:24.533-04:00something about the oomoto all those who urged me to call her, don't worry your pretty heads...i did. we've had 3 dates since. *grin*
now, y'all know i'm not trying to be in a relationship right now, or to fall in love, or anything dramatic like that. for obvious reasons. and she told me the other night that--while she likes me, and agrees that we have a great time together--she is seeing esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1086751536271908012004-06-08T23:04:00.000-04:002004-06-09T05:35:40.610-04:00tattuesdayremember tattoomorrow? well, today was tattuesday. after letting months pass since i had worked on my design, i suddenly got inspired last week. i finished it, e-mailed it to the joint, and made my appointment with gunnar when he called. it took almost 2 hours, but it's beautiful. if i had a host, i'd post it...but it's a capricorn glyph in a circle of esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1086138301218751062004-06-01T20:26:00.000-04:002004-06-02T20:14:19.160-04:00the oomonote: tho i've alluded to it twice, i think this story deserves its own post.
i couldn't believe it when jeff hadn't yet shown up to happy hour...we had a date! okay, so not really a date...but he had said a few days earlier that he'd go with me to the 'vine, this little place we've both frequented for 15 years or more (tho less often these days). it was first friday...i.e., that one dayesoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1085448852429033052004-05-24T21:10:00.000-04:002004-05-24T21:36:03.300-04:00adding the "up"i finally did it.
it had been an eventful weekend. (and, if i were as dedicated to blogging as i wish i were, i would've blogged more about it before more than 2 weeks had gone by. ahhh, c'est la vie.) that friday, i had run into the oomo (i.e., object of my obsession) and i'd had my little escapade with the artist. maybe i was full of myself. maybe i was feeling confident. i esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1084318896529192432004-05-11T19:33:00.000-04:002004-05-11T23:21:54.080-04:00the brickthe four of us hadn't been inside the door of the neighborhood pub for 30 seconds, and there he was. taking me by the waist and one hand, and spinning me around to some goofy country song on the jukebox. i laughed...4 apple martinis, more stoli vanilla/diet cokes than i had bothered to count, a few rousing games of darts (at which i kicked ass), the (wise) decision to give up my keys andesoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1080458239294381092004-03-28T01:52:00.000-05:002004-03-28T02:19:52.936-05:00i'm baaaaack....on a completely different note....
the new job is good. i am completely and totally exhausted by a) the learning curve and b) the fact that i happened to start 3 weeks before 5 proposal deadlines fall within in a two-day period (april 1-2), so it's definitely a "trial-by-fire" kind of situation. i pretty much collapse every night when i get home and am worthless for anything moreesoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1080456402305106592004-03-28T01:07:00.000-05:002004-03-28T01:52:56.076-05:00pathetic & stupidi haven't blogged in weeks...but here i am, at 1 a.m. on a saturday (or rather, sunday), blogging to keep myself from smoking a bowl and driving down to the club. where bad music is most certainly being played and where i most certainly have nothing to gain.
earlier tonite, i joined a friend, her new girlfriend, and her friend for drinks and then a local benefit production of esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1078270533066026302004-03-02T18:19:00.000-05:002004-03-02T18:37:47.513-05:00out the doorwell...one more day and i'm outta here. it feels weird. my office is almost completely devoid of character and personality, save for the lauryn, erykah, and meshell posters still on the wall. ahhhhh....i have so much history here. good and bad. these last few days, my boss has done a lot to remind me how fortunate i am to be leaving him behind. he gives a whole new range of meaning toesoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1077310472022805652004-02-20T15:40:00.000-05:002004-02-20T16:22:09.496-05:00right to the riteeveryone's talking about it. del and phyllis did it. so did ej's friends. and the other nite, my friends joyce and denise called on their drive home from the san francisco courthouse to share that they had just waited 6 1/2 hours in line to do it. (fortunately, they had thought to bring a chair for the 9-months-pregnant-due-on-monday denise.)
i found derek powazek's site via aesoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1077133551149891832004-02-18T14:31:00.000-05:002004-02-18T14:58:00.763-05:00red gig, blue gig, old gig, new gigpeople keep asking me how the new job's going, so i guess that means that i never blogged about the timeline. oops.
the next 2 weeks: purge, pack, and wrap shit up at the old gig
february 29: last day at the part-time gig (at least for awhile...)
march 3: last day at the (full-time) old gig
march 4 or 5: board the cats and leave for indianapolis for the esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1076688856811693752004-02-13T11:01:00.000-05:002004-02-13T15:35:10.466-05:00stuff that makes me smile(because if i don't, i might cry.)
* "mr. isaac" fitting elmo for a tuxedo on the isaac mizrahi show.
* ellen degeneres dancing *singing that phrase to the tune of bananarama's "robert deniro's waiting"*
* sherri pulling up in front of my house the other night, driving a van full of kids from the guild, blocking traffic and yelling my name until i came outside.
* my esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1076439692037395682004-02-10T13:49:00.000-05:002004-02-10T14:21:14.670-05:00a note to r. kellyas much as i don't like you or your music, i often found myself humming along to the rather pleasing little melody that is "step in the name of love." until, that is, i actually listened to it recently.
in the first line, you sing, Many lovers has come, and Many lovers have gone.okay, so...did you figure out that you got it wrong the first time, so you just thought you'd esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1076095897880101282004-02-06T14:21:00.000-05:002004-02-06T14:49:17.496-05:00revolutionslove is medicine for this life.
—kenna, "vexed & glorious"despite the week this has been, at least i've been enjoying new music. okay, so not exactly new-new, but new to me. so...just thought i'd share:
* joss stone, the soul sessions (thanks, ej *smile*)
* goapele, even closer (thanks again, ej!)
* anthony hamilton, comin' from where i'm from
* kenna, new sacred cow
* morcheeba, esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1076001027144815712004-02-05T11:33:00.000-05:002004-02-05T14:02:08.030-05:00the cardwhen i left to go to work this morning, i discovered that the front passenger window of my car had been busted out, and some things were stolen. not much, thankfully...the alarm (which i didn't hear) probably scared them off...just a leather portfolio (which must have slipped to the floor and eluded my glance around as i got out of the car) containing several copies of my resume (which isesoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1075922249678289232004-02-04T14:17:00.000-05:002004-02-04T14:33:18.873-05:00analyze thisso, even tho i don't start until mid-march, i went down to my new place of employment for a little "meet & greet" today. when i first walked in, the place was abuzz with all sorts of activity...people rushing around and busily collating reports...volunteers in their little logo'ed polo shirts, working with children...lots going on. when i saw my new boss, she said that she was busy esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1074883790676939852004-01-23T13:30:00.000-05:002004-01-23T14:06:51.983-05:00change & the comfort junkiei've been so busy that i haven't even had time to blog about it, but...
i've taken the new job.
you see, the "offer" made to me to stay late last week would have more appropriately been termed an "insult," on many levels. so...while i probably could have chosen to stay, i would not have respected myself in the morning. so it had to be done. i accepted the new job and esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1074199690519205452004-01-15T15:47:00.000-05:002004-01-15T16:12:50.826-05:00comfortthe alarm went off and i awoke to the pleasant drone of a voice on npr. before i was fully awake, there was my kala, all up in my face...thisclose. staring at me with her big green cat-eyes and doing that purr-breathing thing she does...a cross between the two that is all her own. even when i reached over to hit the “snooze” button, she didn’t move. she just sat there contentedly, all esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1073948230702611422004-01-12T17:42:00.000-05:002004-01-12T18:00:49.356-05:00finallyso, yes. after much anticipation (and 3 inquiring calls from my mother in the last 20 hours), it's finally happened. i have an actual job offer. in writing. right here in my hot little hands.
i told my boss. he's "talking to people," to see if a reasonable offer can be made to entice me to stay. i really have no idea what they will say. people don't get 14% raises around here very often,esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1073658948491835222004-01-09T09:32:00.000-05:002004-01-09T09:42:28.280-05:00in the stars cloudsCapricorn Horoscope for week of January 8, 2004
Following Castro's revolution in 1959, 11-year-old Carlos Eire was exiled forever from his beloved homeland of Cuba. Raised in America, he became a Yale professor, but never lost his yearning for paradise lost. His recent memoir, Waiting for Snow in Havana, recounts his cherished memories. "In the past 38 years," he wrote, "I've esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1073404927632856862004-01-06T10:19:00.000-05:002004-01-06T11:13:19.763-05:0014,243 days*you probably haven't yet noticed that one tiny detail on the template of this page has changed. that's not because it's twelfth night (or, more accurately, twelfth day). or because it's epiphany. it's because today is my birthday.
i'm 39 today, and i'm not even freaked out about it. i declared years ago that i would never, ever lie about my age...because it's one of those things esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1073064906554398322004-01-02T11:28:00.000-05:002004-01-02T13:03:10.013-05:00alieni went to a new year's eve party where i was the only woman among probably 20 gay, mostly white men. some of these guys i have known for a decade or more...most i wouldn't necessarily call "friends" (a term i think is thrown around all too loosely), but i join them every once in awhile for happy hour at a favorite spot, and have been doing so a little more regularly for the last 8 months or esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1073060413163214902004-01-02T10:48:00.000-05:002004-01-02T11:26:56.046-05:00blueso, no...i haven't been blogging. and it's been on purpose. i've been busy, but not that busy. i've just been...sad. parts of the whole holiday scene were enjoyable, but more parts were not. even with 2 jobs, i've just had WAY too much "alone time." it hasn't been pretty. in fact, it's been downright pathetic. but...it's my blog, and i'll whine if i want to (whine if i want to, whine if i esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1071770146306073072003-12-18T12:54:00.000-05:002003-12-19T12:30:48.496-05:00blown away (in the windy city)after a busy week of juggling the full-time and part-time gigs (and deadlined projects associated with the former), conference presentation preparations, the wrapping and shipping of holiday packages to several points west, arrangements for clothing alterations, and whatever else arose, i headed to chicago on saturday for the conference. i'll spare you the details ofesoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1071087841169844432003-12-10T15:10:00.000-05:002003-12-10T16:58:34.686-05:00big decisionsso, you may be wondering about last week's interview, since i mentioned it in my last post but didn't elaborate. sporting a simple (and newly altered-to-fit) 3-button black suit and a pale lilac, sueded silk blouse, i met with 5 different people, including the vp and the director i met for coffee a few weeks ago, plus a coordinator who reports to them and both the president and esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1070919613094501392003-12-08T16:25:00.000-05:002003-12-10T15:10:24.450-05:00so i'm a week late...i can't believe i'm blogging about thanksgiving a week and a half after the fact, but last week was SO crazy...my interview, late nights at work, even later nights consumed by post-work insomnia, gift wrapping...that i'm just getting around to it now. but you'll deal with it, right?
i actually had a lovely thanksgiving. i wasn't sure whether or not to believe her when sandraesoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1069872520528619002003-11-26T13:36:00.000-05:002003-11-26T14:11:30.076-05:00indy on the flyhere it is wednesday already, and i haven't even blogged about last weekend yet (like i said, there's a lot going on....)! between friday evening and sunday afternoon basketball games with sandra, i made a quick trip to indianapolis on saturday to meet the illustrious ej, who was there visiting his friend, rod. after spending a hugely enjoyable afternoon with them both—making me esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1069791683184250272003-11-25T14:38:00.000-05:002003-11-25T16:17:02.436-05:00overwhelmedlast week was an exhausting whirlwind from which i'm still recovering. in addition to the stuff you already know about, here's what's rocking my world:
the part-time gig
last monday, i stopped by this market research joint after yoga class, to apply for a part-time job. i don't really want another job, mind you...i value my free time enormously, and i work hard enough at my real job..esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1069770526970066202003-11-25T09:23:00.000-05:002003-11-25T09:30:01.280-05:00hers & minefrom the latest issue of girlfriends magazine:scorpio
you've put in a whole lot of effort recently, dear scorp', and we're darned proud of you! your next step sounds dull, a little routine, but it's oh-so-crucial: the simple maintenance of this situation you've gotten off the ground. it's your challenge to make the caretaking dynamic and loving.
capricorn
if it makes you feel any esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1068906691014252012003-11-15T09:25:00.000-05:002003-11-15T09:36:37.590-05:00hey...thanks.i just want to thank all of you (you know who you are) for your thoughts, your comments, your e-mails, your instant messages, your calls, and your "wish list" surprises.
much love. you rock.
esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1068153499711201562003-11-06T15:20:00.000-05:002003-11-06T16:31:37.016-05:005 years, 6 months, & 8 daysi didn't want to go straight home last nite, nor did i feel like working out...so i ran some errands, bought hideously fat- and carb-laden brach's malted milk balls (try them and you'll never eat another whopper), and went to see matchstick men at the dollar theater. it was all right...a little long. i'm not a big nic cage fan, really, but i thought alison lohman was esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1068067919398335632003-11-05T16:15:00.000-05:002003-11-05T16:55:02.103-05:00"s" is for...or, a house is not a home (thanks, luther.)
for our entire relationship, s always traveled a lot more than i did, visiting various friends and family in different places across the country. her absences always felt really strange to me; the house was just "empty" without her in it. it was literally years into our relationship before i could drop her off at the airport without esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1067966830850114072003-11-04T11:38:00.000-05:002003-11-05T16:14:48.666-05:00bittersweetafter work yesterday, i went to pick up sherri and niq from the airport while s took ja'nique (age 10) and all the kids' stuff (including clothes, books, toys, dvds, a 13" television, and various leftover food items) back to their place to meet robert (15) and lamont (6), who had been waiting there since after school. and so our 10 days with 3 kids came to an end.
we're both exhaustedesoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1067452468553988222003-10-29T13:24:00.000-05:002003-10-30T09:03:18.260-05:00sanctuaryjust wanna be happy
and thankful.
not just try to get through.
....
ease my sadness.
you’re all i need.
i lay my burden down.
—"thankful," méshell ndegéocellosherri told me, not too long ago, that she worries about me. because i tend to take on the troubles and the hurt and the weight of the world, and—since i'm agnostic—i don't have a [spiritual] place to lay them down.
funny thing esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1067364600097713382003-10-28T12:40:00.000-05:002003-10-30T12:32:18.440-05:00an in-body experiencei am sore today. yoga so kicked my ass last nite, and i'm realizing that it would be better on just about any other day of the week. on mondays, i haven't worked out since the previous thursday, and my body moans in protest afterward. yoga postures are no joke...this shit is way harder than it looks.
there's also the killer charlie-horse that i got in my right calf and quad esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1067009984493340882003-10-24T11:36:00.000-04:002003-10-24T12:03:24.910-04:00so much for thatfridays rock. for the same reasons that fridays rock for everyone else with monday-friday kinda gigs. i especially like that i don't have to go work out (who in her right mind would actually want to do aerobic activity after work on a friday?), and that i can wear jeans to work. realistically, i should probably work out 5 days a week, instead of 4; and i could probably wear jeans esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1066674228444805562003-10-20T14:15:00.000-04:002003-10-20T15:23:12.970-04:00cosmic love letterunlike her last record—which i was lucky enough to own almost a year before its release—méshell ndegéocello's comfort woman just hit my mailbox on friday, a full 4 days after its release. needless to say, it's been in heavy rotation ever since. in fact...aside from what's been playing almost exclusively in my car for the last few weeks, and a few snippets of songs on mtv and vh1esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1066416709347580262003-10-17T14:51:00.000-04:002003-10-17T15:09:13.796-04:00googliciousnesson a much needed, much lighter note...i got several hearty laughs out of following ej's lead and googling my last name. among other things, i am (favorites in bold)...
* using yeast genetic strategies along with green fluorescent.
* pretty good at employing this tone.
* also the host of family camping on memorial day weekend and numerous tiger cub safari weekends in the spring.
* esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1066072536658380962003-10-13T14:45:00.000-04:002003-10-14T08:58:19.983-04:00not about mewhile the reality of s moving out hasn't fully hit me yet—and probably won't for another few weeks—the nuances and implications have been steadily seeping into our lives and our consciousness(es).
the biggest realization is one that i must admit that i struggle with: this is not. about. me.
it's about her craving a level of independence that, at almost 31, she really hasn't ever hadesoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1064607707591831992003-10-07T16:11:00.000-04:002003-10-08T09:21:11.600-04:00everything's gone...wrong.years ago, i had this therapist (my first) who was really amazing. in one particularly difficult session, i remember her seating me in a chair facing away from her. she stood right behind me, with her hands on my shoulders, and asked me a series of questions...in her deep, soothing voice...ending in, what it was that i was so afraid of—which, for weeks, i hadn't really esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1064518483885527902003-09-25T15:34:00.000-04:002003-09-25T15:45:28.486-04:00everything's gone greenprobably the coolest thing i've bought for myself lately is retro, new order's 4-disc boxed set. the content of each disc was chosen not by the bandmembers themselves, but by people they know in one way or another. in the intro to the accompanying book, stephen morris spells it all out:...I like the fact that our box set has been handed over to other people, because it's esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1063734638210121642003-09-16T13:04:00.000-04:002003-09-16T16:29:29.700-04:00not half the bitchso, in the last few weeks, my sister and i have only just started to communicate again. i called and left a message for her on her birthday in late july, and she e-mailed a thank-you (albeit 2 weeks later). in a message the week after labor day, she told me that her sister-in-law, kim, had just had a baby girl. kim was the one who, at the wedding, had really gone out of her way esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1063379923265735502003-09-12T11:10:00.000-04:002003-09-12T11:19:58.440-04:00see itsalma hayek. johnny depp. is there really anything more to say?
esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1062794327790925522003-09-05T16:38:00.000-04:002003-09-08T13:18:39.476-04:00autumn & athletesthere was a chill in the air as i left the house this morning...and i was loving it. fall is on its way, my people. and i am so ready.
in addition to the promise of the cool and crisp autumnal days that i love, the schedule we've been waiting for was released yesterday, and some other women are hosting a tournament this weekend.
[sidebar: have you ever noticed that volleyballesoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1062182635467322742003-08-29T14:43:00.000-04:002003-08-29T14:44:16.290-04:00happy birthday, me'shell.thanks to matthew, you can sign a birthday card for her here.esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1062100533068156302003-08-28T15:55:00.000-04:002003-08-28T15:57:21.266-04:00a little surpriseall week, i'd been bitching about this dumb "staff appreciation" event i had to go to yesterday. as i was telling ej, it's become less and less of an actual "event" with each passing year...supposedly due to budget constraints, but it has really just felt like we're just appreciated less and less...i.e., depreciated.
so what happens? first, i win an ohio state football esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1061408144983575312003-08-20T15:35:00.000-04:002003-08-20T21:52:42.743-04:00this is could've been your lifebefore friday nite's reunion event, sue and i met up and decided to take a stroll down memory lane main street before hitting the sunnyside tavern for our pre-reunion fortification. after checking out the (carnegie) library renovations and her dad's old law office, we stumbled upon teri's parents' antique shop, and thus, teri's parents. after chatting with them for esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-106132833877301452003-08-19T17:25:00.000-04:002003-08-20T17:16:01.083-04:00disconnectwhile it was definitely great to see teri at the reunion this weekend, and to see her happy, i was disappointed that we didn't really (re)connect, as i had hoped we might. we were close in high school...especially the 2 years we were actually in school together, before i moved away. i spent so much time at her house that it felt like my own house...her brothers, my brothers...her esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1061304465468427432003-08-19T10:47:00.000-04:002003-08-20T17:21:52.903-04:00(re)unioni screamyou screamwe all screamfor pork loin
—series of 4 little signs posted at intervals along the edge of an iowa cornfieldmy drive back from iowa yesterday was long, but thankfully uneventful. it gave me a lot of time to rehash the weekend's events and the rush of feelings surrounding them.
i drove there thursday, spending that evening and most of friday with mom. we talked a lot, esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1060865427167525962003-08-14T08:50:00.000-04:002003-08-14T09:03:02.503-04:00iowa boundi decided to go to the reunion after all, so i'll be in the car for the 10-hour drive this morning.
i've been e-mailing with an old friend (and current stay-at-home mom, pharmacist's wife, and junior leaguer) the past couple of days, and she asked if i'd be her "date, " since, like s, her husband has opted out of the weekend's festivities. i said, sure...as long as she would be my fig.esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1060193560421130522003-08-06T14:12:00.000-04:002003-08-06T14:25:36.670-04:00too much, too lateeating lunch at my desk today, while grooving to live shows by ben harper and morcheeba on the always wonderful kcrw, i was about two-thirds of the way through a decidedly unspicy bowl of fantastic foods spicy thai noodle soup when i discovered a huge glob of the spice mixture adhered to the inside of the cup, near the bottom.
hence the unspiciness.
i mixed in the glob, but esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1060103155555677612003-08-05T13:05:00.000-04:002003-08-05T13:15:58.533-04:00bushwhackedforwarded to me via e-mail:
[youknowwho]
The White House
ACCOMPLISHMENTS AS PRESIDENT:
* I attacked and took over two countries.
* I spent the U.S. surplus and bankrupted the Treasury.
* I shattered the record for biggest annual deficit in history.
* I set an economic record for most private bankruptcies filed in any 12-month period.
* I set all-time record for biggest drop in esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1059670670622145672003-07-31T12:57:00.000-04:002003-07-31T14:24:18.380-04:00the hotnessdespite all the bad reviews, i loved it. i want to be lara croft when i grow up. hell, i wouldn't even mind being angelina jolie. okay, so she's a little crazy. but she sure does look hot in a bikini.
have you seen the new gap commercial featuring missy and madonna? totally hot. and an interesting combination of talent.
hotter still is the new video featuring missy, beyonce, free, esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1059164563857397012003-07-25T16:22:00.000-04:002003-07-25T16:28:43.216-04:00reunionsearlier this week, our mailman delivered the photo and booklet from my class reunion, held in june. i had had no desire whatsoever to actually attend, but as soon as i saw that envelope with the reunion committee chair's return address, i tore into it as if it held gold, rather than an 8x10 of a bunch of people i don't know anymore and a list of who they married, their kids' names and esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1058560302509696302003-07-18T16:31:00.000-04:002003-07-18T16:47:23.496-04:00tastebud titillationlast nite, s surprised me with reservations to my favorite restaurant, the refectory. it was lovely, from the fresh seasonal mesclun salad with maple syrup vinaigrette...to the pan-seared walleye, served with a chablis red bellpepper sauce, a ragout of crayfish (in the cutest little basket made of something that tasted like cheese, but thin and crispy), the tiniest slivers of esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1057958360710436412003-07-11T17:19:00.000-04:002003-07-11T17:26:34.310-04:00boycrushingi have a confession to make.*whispering* i have a crush on johnny depp.it's those eyes. it's those cheekbones. it's those quirky roles. it's that slightly dangerous "edge". it's the fact that he doesn't like hollywood and now lives in france with his (french model/actress/singer) wife and 2 (presumably) beautiful children. it's all of those things.
it's actually pretty consistent esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1057782603797013202003-07-09T16:30:00.000-04:002003-07-09T16:40:07.953-04:00blog & blockalas, another whole week has gone by since i last blogged. i've probably written 10 posts in my head since then, but just haven't taken the time to commit them to paper screen. so yeah, i'm around...just unfocused. and busy commenting on other people's blogs instead of updating my own.
and also a little uptight. part of what's been swimming around in my head this week is the state ofesoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1057173878886728472003-07-02T15:24:00.000-04:002003-07-02T15:29:09.306-04:00see? i told you.people are talking about breathless. did i not tell you that she was about to blow up? she quit her day job and, opening up recently for the likes of trina and dmx, and sharing the stage with mystic, i would say she's well on her way. wouldn't you?esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1056734524578121382003-06-27T13:22:00.000-04:002003-06-30T17:08:28.473-04:00victory, pride, & communitythings are happenin', folks...big, important things. i like that they're happening now...just in time to coincide with annual celebrations here and across the country this weekend.
to be honest, i'm not sure how much s and i will actually participate this year...the annual pride celebration lost something (for me, anyway) several years ago, when the "march" turned intoesoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1056478008388297222003-06-24T14:06:00.000-04:002003-06-24T14:06:48.436-04:00don't drink freelyi just received an e-mail notice that the minutemen will be handing out "specially labeled" bottled water at this year's pride march, through their living waters project.
clever, but...we're having none of that.esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1056291732330264902003-06-22T10:22:00.000-04:002003-06-22T10:44:33.730-04:00o, canadanot only has canada legalized gay marriage...but now, our neighbor up north is considering the decriminalization of this (which is old news but, apparently, i haven't been paying attention).
so the question is: why am i sitting here typing, instead of packing??
when i started graduate school, one of the first people i met was dennis. as a ph.d. student in rhetoric and comp, he esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1056142400225938832003-06-20T16:53:00.000-04:002003-06-22T08:39:22.496-04:00dog-day afternoonthere are dogs chasing each other up and down the hallway outside my office door. yes, real, live, actual dogs. i spotted two goldens and some little fluffy bug-eyed yippy thing (i'm so not a dog person). apparently, it's "take your pet to work day" or some such ridiculousness...i didn't get the memo. but even if i had, would i think of bringing my cats to work with me? iesoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1055536933727347832003-06-13T16:42:00.000-04:002003-06-22T08:39:51.033-04:00blogger basic biteshow annoyed am i that—since blogger "upgraded" to create "Blogger LoFi" for those of us who haven't yet crossed the pay-to-blog line, and are therefore assumed to have "web browsers that lack robust stylesheet and/or dhtml capabilities"—i can no longer blog in explorer, but have to fire up netscape?
and how annoyed am i that when i include a link, the preview displays esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1055350559205496322003-06-11T12:55:00.000-04:002003-06-13T16:57:59.150-04:00cool & hotnot only did i finally see the matrix reloaded last night, but we saw it imax-style. very, very cool.
i loved how neo's long coat swirled around during his slow-mo moves. i loved his pre-flight crouch. i loved the oracle's voice. i loved how morpheus' glasses perched on his face without anything attached to his ears. i especially loved the dance scene in the beginning. if a typical esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-1055275837743921392003-06-10T16:10:00.000-04:002003-06-10T16:59:26.610-04:00public freakingand no, this isn't about sex al fresco.
this morning, i had to give a brief presentation to 60-some people at our monthly staff meeting, about a conference i attended last month. i despise public speaking, but my boss made me do it. i had tried to postpone it, and even had logical reasons for doing so, but the asshole he had a comeback for every such idea i proposed. you see, he esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-949956712003-05-28T12:49:00.000-04:002003-05-28T14:23:57.000-04:00letter to my brotherhey, jeffy....
i'm really missing you today.
yesterday, you'd have been 52...maybe that's why you're on my mind so much. we go through this every spring, you know. first, in april, there's the anniversary of your death...4 years ago already, which is totally surreal. then in may, your birthday. then june and fathers' day. i always wonder what the kids are going thru. it's esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-946887532003-05-21T11:13:00.000-04:002003-05-21T11:19:20.000-04:00bitchalyzation
i'd be lying if i said i wasn't disappointed.
(link to the test courtesy of kevin, by the way.)esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-941700432003-05-11T19:26:00.000-04:002003-05-11T19:30:36.000-04:00quote d'jourAll we got...is our music, some fine-ass women, some good wine and, you know, a nice pair of shoes every now and then.—meshell ndegeocello, to marc anthony thomas (aka chocolate genius)BOMB, spring 2003esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-940729522003-05-09T16:55:00.000-04:002003-05-09T16:55:48.000-04:00friday funcheck out what is quite possibly THE coolest selection of fun stuff ever.
the pig catapult and rosie the riveter action figure shall be MINE.esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-936574952003-05-02T12:09:00.000-04:002003-05-02T12:40:22.000-04:00perfectthat was our "theme song" for our long anniversary weekend, part of which we spent at a quaint little cabin in the hocking hills. we didn't plan on having a theme song (i'm corny, but not quite THAT corny)...but we seemed to be playing the same cd over and over and over again, and it just fit. it's a beautiful song. Perfect
Let's take a picture now
I do not want to forget
The way you look esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-931147572003-04-23T10:53:00.000-04:002003-04-23T17:09:06.000-04:00iowa dreamin'so yeah...my last 2 posts have been all about the memories that came rushing back to me last week, when i was in iowa. that little town where i was "popular" (*laughing*) is located on the 45-mile stretch between my dad's and my mom's, so i drove thru it 3 times in 2 days. past the pharmacy and the former "tastee freeze" where i once worked. past the high school at the top of the esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-931123412003-04-23T10:08:00.000-04:002003-04-23T12:14:28.000-04:00rushing back (continued)sometime before the move, d and i had started (for lack of a better term) an "affair." we weren't having sex, but we would get drunk and make out a lot. i remember parties, during which he'd take l home at some point (to meet her curfew), and then come back, and the two of us would sneak off together somewhere. i knew it was wrong. after all, his girlfriend was supposed toesoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-930452562003-04-22T09:47:00.000-04:002003-04-22T13:43:04.000-04:00rushing backthe summer after 8th grade, my mom got a job promotion and we moved to a small town about 25 miles from where we'd lived for the last 9 years, and where i'd done most of my growing up. i was upset about moving and leaving my friends, but excited to start high school. i hadn't been particularly popular in junior high (which was, to me, pretty important). i was smart and got good gradesesoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-926055212003-04-14T16:58:00.000-04:002003-04-14T17:00:36.000-04:00road triptomorrow morning, my friend david and i are off to iowa for fun-filled (ha!) familial visits. he will attempt to withstand a full 4 days with his mother, while i split my time between mom and dad, dodging pleas to accompany them (especially mom) to the many church services being held this week and begging mom to let me take a shower all the way through, without turning off the water esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-926051512003-04-14T16:51:00.000-04:002003-04-14T16:58:38.000-04:00no one tastes quite like you...do.that's a line from the first song doria roberts sang the other nite. and, judging from the lack of response from the crowd (it was early), she'll probably be clowning columbus for a good long time. i can hear it now: hey, y'all, i was in columbus, ohio, last week? and you won't believe this...i said, "no one tastes quite like you"...in a room full of lesbians...esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-924313122003-04-11T11:12:00.000-04:002003-04-11T11:24:13.000-04:00another blogger for peacei'm no poet...and i know it. but j is. so is michael franti. inspired by the former, i give you this, from the latter:piece o' peace(every million miles ya haffe tek a first step
every million miles ya haffe tek a first step)
i was sick of flippin' channels / and sick of flippin' quarters
i called my man zulu / said, "meet me on the corner"
maybe we can check out the esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-923787712003-04-10T15:37:00.000-04:002003-04-11T11:25:29.000-04:00lovely, indeedi know this weekend is almost here, but all week long, i've been wanting to blog about how i spent the better part of the last one. see...i read one of the most beautiful books i've read in a very long time—the lovely bones. anitra recommended it to me sometime late last year, i put it on my wish list, and s—the person who gives me stuff just because i want it—gave it to me for my esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-917806142003-04-01T11:53:00.000-05:002003-04-01T15:15:26.000-05:00she only loves me for my pimp juice.fortunately not. april fool's!esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-915619262003-03-28T14:28:00.000-05:002003-03-28T14:30:05.000-05:00okay...i stopped. i breathed. i read a little of this. i feel better now.
seize. the. day.
esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-915596782003-03-28T13:45:00.000-05:002003-03-28T14:30:48.000-05:00the reality of iti just read this, courtesy of jason. "shocked" by images of death and violence? what exactly did the adults quoted in this article think war would look like?
i wonder if so many people in this country, or anywhere in the world, would support this or any war...if they bothered to stop and think and see that war = brains blown out of skulls, and bodies torn completely apart, and esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3202416.post-912963382003-03-24T14:47:00.000-05:002003-03-28T14:32:29.000-05:00out of the looplast nite i talked to my dad, who told me that my sister—yes, the same sister who dumped me from her wedding party and blew off my birthday, and to whom i haven't actually spoken since her wedding—has been here for two weeks, that she and her husband sold their house, and that she has three job offers (here, or for this joint, either here or here).
never mind that our country is esoterichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952435757905603100noreply@blogger.com0