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AussieAri's weblog Edit this message to change the title of your weblog. Sunday, August 25, 2002
Hum...yes, so i'll be going to this thing at UNM soon. I can't say i'm as serious as some of the others from our little Santa Fe group going but the information access and experience will provide me sufficiently to decide what i wish to do in the future concerning 'activism'- if anything beyond taking care of the extent and effects of my life.
I love my bike.
I have a blister on my right thumb from stamping over 600 people's hands for the Moby after party last night. Ouch. I was working door and taking cash. I don't even know if Moby showed up nor did i have any time to break and check. "You're the cutest boy i've seen in here in a long time" The most trying of the three pizza chef brothers (also the one that works the most) has been far more civil to me and is no longer teasing and whistle at me. floating heads. Despite the cute childishness of the idea- after eating root beer floats all evening- i do not recommend making them in your mouth as you might chocolate milk. Sort of like a cement mixer effect. Pizza my ass. People must thing that the food i serve them either pops out of my fine arse or falls softly from the heavens above like manna flakes, swifted to earth safely by cherubs. Thursday, August 22, 2002 blurb The school is open after a week long break for the staff. Tuesday, August 13, 2002 Fancy Poetry Parts Sold Here. Nina is helping me realize there is much more to be done in a broader range with my poetry as far as the editing and everything after it is written. Regardless of the day, this age, and the history of poetry in America. Does editing make the artist an artist above their natural talent but not capability? But, as we discussed, this does not mean making it all artsy- giving the piece(s) it's own context by an external explanation so it becomes meaningful. I'd like to do haikus with ink drawings for those that can be accompanied by them, and some, that are their own picture, without. Just black ink on white like paper. Maybe cream. Yes, anyway, details to be worked out later.
Either I'm under socialized or my memory plays trips on me. At least i'm starting to get out. Monday, August 12, 2002
She took the salt and pepper that i stole fair and square. *Sigh* Tone and Type of Tune. Apparently i have Winona Rider's voice. But what sort of melody do i speak in? Queerness sex. Now really- Would you rather be stuck on a deserted island with a kinky man or a vanilla lesbian??
When someone knows you in some capacity well enough and intimately enough to see something and be reminded of you in reference to it, to randomly know this should and can be a gift intended solely for you, serendipity is playing/paying her love. You Sexy Thing. What really blows me away is the ease of personality in the situation- the smile, the willingness in the eyes and throat to engage.
Today i baught insurance for my bike and myself on it. Weird.
Finding and wearing new old jeans is the best. Donnan's French Fireman and Lei's Haircut. Fireman: Saturday, August 10, 2002 rebuplic! However bashed in and shoddily wrapped from some deviant fast buck making entrepreneur deviant, The Green Fairy has arrived from the Czech Republic! Friday, August 9, 2002
After falling asleep on Joel's huge hammock from Mexico i woke up with the pattern of the nylon thread weave covering my hand and the blanket's folds along my forearm. It reminded me of the original tribal tattoos. The lines of varying depth and color and straightness and the simple patterns that flow with the bodies curves. Cool. mmm...throw me in honey or roll me in the clover baby, either way. Today i went to the Honey Lady's place. Lordy it was wonderful. She's a short grey haired Russian lady who was delighted to have me try all the 10 distinctly different kinds of honey she had. I ended up getting a desert cactus/cat's claw honey. Next time perhaps the one that has medicinal properties as it's high in potassium. This lot should last me a year, a huge glass bottle for $8! Thursday, August 8, 2002 Shakin' that ass. A certain librarian from St. John's who shall remain unnamed here was boogying down to the trash disco last night. She seemed to not come out to badly from the evening, or should i say, rather, make out. This has kept me smiling all last night and today. Wednesday, August 7, 2002
"Would Ari, Nina and Joel please stop looking at porn and come to the front of the store." -Lady at Hastings thanks to Jeanne. Monday, August 5, 2002 "spit on your groove" - random guy at open mic night. It seems i've missed the open mic led by an intriguing (but still hanging round) lady on Sundays at the club. Buggery. Never a charming damsel about for an eligible girl. Older women damn it. Older women i tell you! Saturday, August 3, 2002 "Try it once and you'll become addicted!" -Zumba add Ginger (pickled, ice cream, sugared) Trout Fishing in America To my great surprise there was an old station wagon parked outside the Paramount last night with a very dead and very decayed TROUT tied to it's beat up lopsided fender with a bungee cord. I decided not to inhale.
My manager writes poetry. eehehehehe *delight* "Cookie i think your TAAAMMMEE!"- The Pixies I'd love to start a club here in Santa Fe. Rent some second floor property hidden behind the false adobe structures of downtown. Somewhere you'd have to walk down an alley, turn a corner then climb some stairs. An old office or store room would do. Hidden is the key here see. It would be a club that's wild and kinky- a buffed up serious social scene. Candles, a bar hanging from the ceiling, nothing too fancy but enough for atmosphere. All this spread by word of mouth- no public advertising what so ever. Just something that isn't TAME.
In the center of the Plaza is an monolith commemorating "To the heroes who have fallen in the various battles with ____ Indians in the territory of New Mexico." The word after 'with' has been carved out completely. Judging by the newer plaque on the fence surrounding the marble monolith, that gives an explanation of the prejudice of history and an excuse of hope for the future of this history, the carved out word must have been 'savage'.
An elderly white man with no upper teeth that rides the 10 bus from the stop i do said to me after enquiring into what i want to do with my life, "My goodness! I'm proud of you an' i don't even know you!" Inconsiquential to anyone else. I wrote a haiku
I'm obsessive about ear cleanliness. Apparently i shouldn't be, as using swabs can create it's own back up in the ear's hourglass shape. Great.
What does one do at the Scottish Rite Temple (beside temple stomp or wear a kilt and pray)? The one in Santa Fe- a salmon adobe, never has anyone coming or going.
Are nutritional needs just as strong as nurturative? Friday, August 2, 2002 Porn star Yesterday before i went to work i was down at the SFCC photo lab watching Nina prepare Vandyke prints of her work for her show. Nina ended up talking to this odd, tall, well built, hair pulled back sharply, sport cloth wearing, girl. Now- this girl is a porn star, or something of the sort. Her latest production (she wrote and directed it and was printing promo photos in the lab, only $39.99 when it comes out!), besides having people having sex in it, has her running around lube wrestling. She's somehow connected with On Our Backs and some other lesbian porn agency that films in Santa Fe (go figure, Mirabai, which is it? S.I.R. Video??). Apparently lube wrestling is really her thing. She even throws lube wrestling free for all parties that are more about having fun wrestling than winning. Then there's all the costuming she does for the presentation and act of it. She's trying to get a showing of the new porno at Plan B. We'll see.
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