January 13, 2013
Wants to tell everyone else what to do. What god to worship, what person to marry, what food to eat, what drugs to take, what to drink, what to smoke, what to wear, what to drive, what gun to own, what books to read, what websites to visit, what movies to see, what television to watch, what radio to listen to — cripes, people. How about everyone just go worry about their own freaking god/marriage/food/drugs/drink/smoke/clothes/car/gun/books/internet/movies/television/radio and leave mine alone?
PS: While we are at it, what is the freaking story on 21 years of age drinking laws? If you are a “legal adult” at 18 and can get married, pay taxes, and pick up a gun and DIE for your country, you ought to be able to legally decide for yourself whether or not to drink an alcoholic beverage.
January 17, 2012
Who was always vaguely trying to apologize for me. We had these really interesting neighbors. Every once in a while in the hearing of others I would mention how really interesting the neighbors were — and not in a good way. And my partner would smile apologetically and say, She’s a writer. She over dramatizes.
Two months after I left, my ex life partner driving home was stopped by police.
The whole neighborhood was cordoned off and surrounded by police.
The really interesting — and not in a good way — neighbors had bombed a house with a body inside that had a bullet through its head.
I do not over dramatize.
I notice things other people do not.
I have noticed this country will be dead in ten years or less if we do not stop the wars.
where the art work comes from :
that is naty chabanenko by hugh lippe
December 21, 2011
December 22, 2009
From New York. It was sort of an impromptu trip and I was moving heaven and earth to get things done so I could leave for a week so did not get much sleep before I left and definitely did not get much sleep after I got there. Got back last night, got into bed and slept! Tired! I do not remember the last time I slept that hard. Or was that tired. Then I had adjusted my clock wrong and oops thought I got up at 8 PM [that is what the computer clock said it was] but no it was 8 AM I just screwed up the clock. Oops again. The cool thing about hard sleep is, after that kind of sleep, my face is starting to look like my face again instead of like some apple head fair exhibit. Yay! But I screwed up appointments big time because of that clock maladjustment. Irrefutable proof clocks can be maladjusted.
In keeping with the rule where Max goes big things follow a huge blizzard hit New York while I was there. It was questionable whether I would even have a plane to get onto to come home lots of flight frenzy but the storm cleared up enough to get snow off [one yegads] runway and for me to get out only an hour and a half behind schedule. And here are —
Things I Learned On The Trip To New York :
•Red lights are just suggestions, nobody really stops walking because of some silly light.
•Cab drivers are not at your disposal, you are at theirs.
•Some cab drivers, if you look confused and worried enough over whether you are at the right address on that dark little street, will wait to make sure you get into the building. [nice man]
•Buildings in New York all have formal names. Seriously, forget street addresses, formal names. And New Yorkers all know the buildings by name.
•It is impossible to actually have any idea of where you are unless you climb onto a roof, then you know why buildings all have formal names, they are landmarks and how people in New York orient themselves to get from place to place. [Do not ask me how New Yorkers do that traveling underground though, I think they have special sensors in their noses like sharks or something and me, I had to climb onto a roof to figure it out.]
•People from New York do not know all people in the U.S. do not own metro passes or even necessarily know what they are.
•El train in New York does not mean elevated train it means “L” train and is underground not up in the air where you are looking for it but if you spin in circles on the corner cursing looking up into the air for a while people do give you more elbow room.
•Smoking outside in 17 degree weather leaves interesting cold burn marks on your hand.
•Uggs stand up surprisingly well wading through three foot snow drifts. Seriously, almost as well as Sorels though I would not push that in the Alps.
•Warm coat in California does not equal warm coat in New York.
•Metal hair combs set off airport metal detectors and will send you to the back of the line — with really interesting hair.
•Always wear a T-Shirt under that big bulky sweater to the airport unless you want to become way more intimate with airport security guards than you intended.
•48 hours without sleep will erase any indication you have ever heard rumors of anti-oxidents let alone taken any in your life.
•Never lose track of your phone charger on a cross continent adventure.
•Love and alcohol do not mix.
where the art work comes from :
the owner of that photo wishes to remain anonymous
July 18, 2009
July 17, 2009
June 11, 2009
Stil is making me tell this story.
Way way back on Columbus Day Stil and I went to the beach. And did beach things. Till it was getting later and we were walking the path back to the boardwalk. [There is not really a boardwalk I just call it that, it is a main strip of concrete full of little open air stands selling cheap sunglasses and beachy stuff running along the Venice beach front.]
We are walking along and there is this couple in front of us. They are definitely a couple. They are holding hands. The guy is tall. Kind of awkward and angular. In that awkward angular guy way some guys are just awkwardly lanky and tall but not in an unattractive way. The woman is short. Squat. Okay squat is being kind —
She has an ass the size of New Jersey.
She is wearing jeans too tight and too low that force skin to bulge above her jean “waistline” [that cannot be good for circulation] and also create lower body bulging that will never be mistaken for fabric bunching. She has a cheap shirt on. Flip flops. And long dark hair that can only be described as Blair Witch friendly.
I look at her. I look at him. I look at Stil. I say, SHE has a boyfriend.
Stil cracks up really hard.
June 10, 2009
It is after 3 in the morning and he is singing his lungs out to me.
The mocking bird totally dumped me a while back.
But now. He is back. Singing. And singing. And singing.
Clearly this mocking bird is drawn against his will and judgment to something he knows is so wrong for him.
*ironically this defines most of my experience with the opposite gender
March 31, 2009
I was at this party —
Talking about guys [I know that comes as a shock] when someone said, What is a crush?
This was a funny question to me my whole life people have been talking about crushes but maybe that is a U.S. thing so I came up with a definition and someone else came up with a definition and pretty soon there were a whole bunch of different definitions for “crush” and very few of them were the same. Some sounded like love, some sounded like passing infatuation, some were long term, some were short, some were unreciprocated, some love affairs that could not be consummated —
Then I threw straight girl crush and straight guy crush into the ring and half the people had never heard of that [they are running in the wrong circles, or I am, jury is out] and —
It is real clear “crush” is a common term used by a whole hell of a lot of people, but also that it means a whole hell of a lot of different things to a whole hell of a lot of different people. How confusing is that?
crush : noun : an intense but usually short lived infatuation….
March 30, 2009
The other day —
I heard a man on the television say men would not cheat if there weren’t so many women willing to be there for men to cheat with.
This was on a talk show and a whole bunch of women in the audience nodded saying, “Yes, yes.” Like the whole answer to men cheating was [those bitches!] other women.
This is kind of stupid to me. Of course, if a man is going to cheat, there needs to be someone alive and willing for him to cheat with. [Do not always assume it is another woman either guys cheat with guys just fine.] Just like, if a person is going to over eat, there has to be food there for someone to eat. But I do not see anyone blaming the food: “Yeah, he wouldn’t have eaten that breadstick if there weren’t so many breadsticks that were so damn willing.”