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AussieAri's weblog Edit this message to change the title of your weblog. Monday, July 29, 2002
It all depends on what kind of pliers you use. Mad as a poet on pay day. You've probably had a feeling before that meeting a person- the timing and place and them, was right. That this was suppose to happen the way it did and you're set for whatever may happen next involving either of you relating to one another. Chicken Man.- Indigo Girls I walked around Santa Fe all of late Saturday night after work with a bloke named Daryl. Now, Daryl is an interesting and intense guy. I met him at one of the local coffee shops as i was doing hand supports on the edge of an adobe wall and he suggested i relax my leg instead of pulling it. Just a few things about him- He's sharp witted, aware to the painful point of strain, takes care of his shit, is martially trained, an ex-marine vet, half Cherokee, and prefers to live without home as he helps people get to what/where they wish to be. and now, for something from the fish pond. No talking just head. "Don't take my kindness for weakness" baby. Bubonicon. This looks interesting. Something Sci Fi in New Mexico other than Roswell! Sunday, July 28, 2002 Isolated. where oh where the buggery is everyone? *sigh* Dragula Last night in drag at the Atomic Grill. I passed. Even got two gay guys checking me out. Huah!
I'm the first of the Cats to get a bike!!! I made my first down payment at the Rio Ranchos division on a red Honda Rebel 2002 on Saturday!! Friday, July 26, 2002
The campus harvest: Pears, Elderberries, Apples, Apricots, Pyracantha, Rosehips. Wednesday, July 24, 2002 Rasa's theory: Krispy Kreme and the Ku Klux Klan? "Wisely roudy playtime"- this week's Freewill Astrology from The Santa Fe Reporter for Aries. I hope that the new job is the reason that, at the moment, i don't really feel like engaging (or being the initiate) of any interaction of the sometimes exhausive depth i usually crave for with other people.
I love my job. Monday, July 22, 2002
To bad i never heard of them when i was in Catholic School...
I almost forgot: The Paramount
AAAHAHAHAHA! This is as good as the 'Gulf War Trading Cards' i have!
Half of the reason that i watch Zena is to gauge the accuracy of my Ancient Grecian knowledge against such enjoyably farcical historical and mythological blunders. My favorite is where Zena and Julius Caesar get into a love tryst. Jeanne’s improve investigation of a cannibal. Cannibal: "You have no evidence!" Things not taught in physics classes. speed bumps Go woof yourself. I don't like most dogs i've encountered in Santa Fe. Today i walked a half block with a loose bitch boxer following me charging and barking intermitantly. Most of the dogs are so poorly kept and trained here. I've liked far more dogs in more crouded cities but in Santa Fe they all seem to have grown into arseholes thanks to their environment. Saturday, July 20, 2002 Music and Motion. Performance and Perception. After seeing Michael Moschen (who's hands are far smaller and shorter than you would expect) i keep thinking of the beats created by falling and/or bouncing objects. I'd like to make some music from it.
Non flair low ride pants? An Ari definition: Gaseous Humor: Time for another!: Good Idea: Going out into the wilderness to be completely alone and naked. Plum Dumb Aramark plums taste like a slightly sweet fleshy nothingness. How do they do it? This isn't even prepared food but somehow some of their patented 'Suck Sauce' has affected these fruits too! Today i learnt: Don't go bouldering DOWN Monte de Sol.
"It's mine, i pissed on it." Friday, July 19, 2002
YAY! I got a lesbonic job at the Paramount! I may be a pizza cashier (and maybe some security work) but it's quite good money and especially so for all the fun and comfortability i'd have there. It's far better than any snooty tourist arse whipping hotel job! *Whoops and goes for a Citadelle martini* Thursday, July 18, 2002 Jamaican men hiss, Hispanic men yowl like cats in heat. Still getting hit on by nasty old men in Santa Fe. They never make me feel physically threatened, just peevish and uncomfortable. On one side, What right do they have to tell me i'm beautiful? Just blatantly drop a misplaced usually tactless comment of much implication in my lap and leave it there writhing like a mutated word birth. When did i ever have a choice in the matter of being 'beautiful' at the oddest or most normal moments? I doubt many men have ever been at the receiving end of an assault in this fashion or would even have a clue what to do. I don't want to get up and leave, resigning a seat or place that i had every right to be in, and i don't want to have a scathing come back one liner to use all the time. For Snowy, because it was the first time i've heard of her swearing. El Camino! El Camino! Ellllll Camino! A broken record. What if you don't have one tremendous satori or even many different smaller ones but the same sort of one again and over?
How odd! I can shimmy my arse far better than i ever could my breasts!
You like her! You wana hug her! You wana kiss her! You wana hold her hand! You wana squeeze her! You wana shampoo her! You wana have a million of her babies! "Then again, the zoo's a nice place to go. After all, we both were born there, you know." The prairie dogs have taken over most of the public parks. There are huge holes in the dry ground and what must be a massive tunnel system below. At first i though they were rabbit like animals cross bred with ferrets. Then i realized that was only because i'd simply seen them in zoos before. They act and look so strangely different, disturbingly so. After they considered my stupefied human self that stood on the cement path around Frenchy's Park not a threat, they went on bullying and playing with one another.
This weeks Santa Fe Reporter has on the cover in large letters, "Bill Richardson's elbow changed his life!" All i could think of was Elbow with Teeth. Wednesday, July 17, 2002 One of my flock is gone missing. I want my Elastica CD! No one has the absurd and pandantic tastes in music that i do! Nor the CD collection to back it up! So who the !@#$ has my Elastica CD? *fumes* Val?? Tuesday, July 16, 2002 EWWW! Step 1: Grab fly swatter, wash THOROUGHLY. Running around town again. Susanna Vega is playing the Paramount tonight. Alas, i can't cough up $30 to see her- but- i may get the security job/cashier job there. Grr! I'm the big little tough dyke who will sell you Paramount pizza or beat you up! Perchance i will aquire the server job at the Eldorado Hotel...or at the St. Francis after my interview with their 'i'm on speed' manager, i'll know tomorrow. Monday, July 15, 2002
I went to Santa Fe's only comic shop, Good Times. Still no Strangers In Paradise. Must not go bizzerk on someone... Our little game, Cunt, Libertine, Red lady, Succubus, Seductress, Woman of the night, Adulteress, Advoutress, courtesan, prostitute, Strumpet, Harlot, Whore, fille de joie, woman of the town, streetwalker, Cyprian, frail sisterhood, Fornicator, Headonist, demirep, wench, trollop, trull, baggage, hussy, drab, bitch, jade, skit, rig, quean, mopsy, slut, minx, harridan, unfortunate, unfortunate female, unfortunate woman; woman of easy virtue, wanton, fornicatress, Jezebel, Messalina, Delilah, Thais, Phryne, Aspasia, Lais, lorette, cocotte, petite dame, grisette, demimonde, chippy, sapphist, spiritual wife, white slave, concubine, mistress, doxy, chere amie, bona roba, escort, swine of Epicurus, sensualist. Did we forget anything? Shit Kickars! After Nina taught us how to play with Polaroids, they are my new best friend. Definite must for next year's art show along with regular photography collages. It should prove to be an expensive habit though. Sing it Johnny boy... Yes, it could be easily done to collect songs that relate to being a Johnny or of interest to Johnnys but i find that seeking out a particular WORD in compiling CD's if far more fun and leads in unexpected directions. So here's my bid for a Johnny CD:
I have my house mates (Sarah's from Canada) listening to 'I Don't Want To Go To Toronto.' AHAHAHAHA!! 2am madness~! Looking at the Victoria Secret's catalogue. When thighs on women don't meet as some point along the inner thigh it tends to disturbs me. Cupboard love cat. I was on the phone with my mum today. My kitty Percy came right up to the phone and began to purr loudly. I could hear him. The dear knows my voice. *deep warmth* Sunday, July 14, 2002 Fossil and Mineral Gallery of Santa Fe. Bismuth crystals that must be lab grown, form fractals of the golden spiral in rectangle form. Another marvelous feeling: While I was biking (more like coasting downhill) home on Sarah’s bike I realized Because she's having a bad day... "Uhhh! Everything around me is disgusting! I want a space suiiit!" -Sarah. Joel Type Links: Exploding Dog
Anyone care for a rousing game of Beer Bottle Baseball? Saturday, July 13, 2002 Performance Artists i've taken note of. Stirring up the old memories of things i've only heard of that happened in the name of art, i may as well list them off. At the College Activities Office again. "Do you work here?" Finding a middle path again. I want Bitch and Animal now. And if i can't have it now then i'll definately wait for this. What a Friday. Good idea: Practicing handstands for strength and coordination. Friday, July 12, 2002 "Do everything by doing nothing." I was sitting in the St. John's computer lab reading my emails. One in particular was from the school. It stated that there was a Monte De Sol writing workshop going on for high schoolers at the college and that William Alba was running it, it really didn’t inform me of anything I didn’t know already. 'Humph', says i, 'i should really go see him, perhaps track up to his house and knock. And perhaps he won't mind being bothered by some more of my edited poetry.' But the thought quickly slipped away and off i went other more virtual adventures.
Dad's belated birthday present. In Cars Someone down the street owns a Stingray. Anastasia's ride is a Mercury Thursday, July 11, 2002
One sections originally in correction red pen of my journal has been bleed away and stained half of the book- the small part was about longanimity. "That is not it at all, That is not what I meant, at all." I'm absurdly happy today. It may be exactly the fact that the happiness isn't coming from something or anything i've done. I have done nothing that could be called directly productive as of yet today. It's all from around me. It has to be my method of perception- i'm no body and i've not done anything much and as far as that goes, i really could care less- this isn't about me. I won't be doing anything marvelous or even worth someone else glancing at till the sun begins to set- that's my schedule today. Wednesday, July 10, 2002 tartness at best. I miss the Kumquats they have in south east Asia and Australia. Round i tell you, round. Forget the Killer Daisies, here's the Orchids I saw a plant today that actually made me realize why to some people those killer plant movies could ever be scary. The focus of such movies being on carnivorous aggressive blood thirsty HUGE plants and not simply the willies from a forest or other environment or what a plant may connote.
I was caught in the season's first downpour today, foolishly thinking it was going to let up when it had just begun. Eh, i've seen worse than it did get. But, I had an appointment. It was a monsoon contrived by desert gods attempting to flood the city with abrupt wind and deluge! I was frowning, all soaked through, not mad or feeling put upon by the heavy weather but inconvenienced- like writing in the rain with water based ink when you were just trying to get an idea of a sketch for a watercolour down. All i could think of all the while as the earth became water was the thing i left at home in Texas- an old impervious Australian duster by the brand name, 'Driza Bone'. Tuesday, July 9, 2002 Moderation, or things i learnt in the Tech Office at SJC. One beer before workout but no more. Monsoon, like the desert misses the rain. We live on the edge of the Santa Fe River bed. Yes, River BED- the bloody thing's been dry for 10 years. Our dirt and dry plant back yard opens out into this crevice surrounded on either side by a dirt trail and rather black and dead plants along the banks. You can still see the old water lines and the way the rocks and sand had been washed about by the water. Yesterday though after one storm this eye sore had a 3 foot wide stream in it. Hallelujah! It did smell off though, as if all the sand, rocks, vegetation, dirt, waste, and everything else that may end up in a river as little invisible substances, had to find it's way though this concentrated flow of water again. Porn sweet porn. Carlo used to live in my old room. This is something that made me smile. He was the one that put in the red plastic filter over the 'sauna' lights in my bathroom- they were strictly for intensive porn purposes. *plays corny porn music in background with loud base for effect* My bathroom was the Porn Bathroom! Bus stop brain stop. Today at the bus stop i met the Hispanic version of Wesley Willis. Actually i didn't met him- he seemed very occupied in trying to sing some song in Spanish very poorly and with talking to himself. He appeared to weigh slightly less than Mr. Willis but that isn't saying much. They had the same haircut and complexion though. As per Tim's advice: "G'day, my name is Ari, i rock." Monday, July 8, 2002
One reason to like reading Crowley- his mad eloquence. The exact sciences "arithmetic, plane and solid geometry, astronomy, and harmonics - would first be studied for ten years to familiarise the mind with relations that can only be apprehended by thought. Five years would then be given to the still severer study of 'dialectic'." "When i want something and i don't wana pay for it!" I stole something for the first time since i was 6 and walked out of a drug store in Hong Kong with bubblegum in hand to follow my Mum's call. Except anymore it's not steeling to me but efficiency and economy wrought by reasoning. "I can give this little jade plant a much better home than Aramark can in this coffee shop." *peripheral lookout, yoink, and walk off directly* The second comeback. "I like your room- it's very Ari. *pause* You have pink bathroom towels! hehehe!" As icky as it is: "If you wear socks and nothing else- you're not technically naked." Finely processed products On the East Coast courting, talking of your feelings, being personal, is called ‘Processing’, Or so says Nina who goes to Smith.
We went to homecoming at 11pm and like clockwork Madonna played at midnight. It’s nice to know the formula for these events that I consider myself part of. For a formal Johnny dance in the Great Hall it was the most debaucherous and trashed i've ever seen. The 'class off' signs had all disappeared, broken or knocked over on the tables, those pathetic little plastic cupa like champagne cups they gave out were everywhere and broken, here were a few yelling drunks and one guy who was desperately and unsuccessfully trying to gain back his sobriety as he slumped all over a seminar chair. And of course to make it more like a Johnny dance the current or recently graduated students recovered the left over beverages!
What does the Queen drink? So many British companies are producing under 'Royal Order' i can't imagine her not having a keen supply but then Bass Ale doesn't seem a Queenly thing. But what does Lizzy sit back to in the evenings or at non tea parties and formals? Perhaps a Bombay Sapphire with Victoria's mug on it? Certainly not. Saturday, July 6, 2002 Shock the Money? Sarah Graves was right, your nipples do get hard after taking a full shot. happenings: Sometimes it is not necessary to flirt verbally- but you do have to introduce yourself. Mental jottings. Anastasia is snoring as sharply as a bee as Shug the cat is slurping his paws clean. Friday, July 5, 2002 For your further hedonistic pleasure: Ari's St. John's etc. quote page 2001-2002. Thursday, July 4, 2002
Carlo made me a doily from a paper towel! Yay!
My final round of edits is done on Haiku Hiccup Haickups. Phew. Now to find all the fonts i used, deal with legal restrictions, enslave some other editors and subjugate the other 6 books. I'm swamped! Monday, July 1, 2002 not that you need to know... Oy. Bad eggs for breakfast. 3 hours of sweat, queasiness and stomach turning. I pulled through and digested those damn unfertilized eggs though. Haw! Don't i feel superior.
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