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AussieAri's weblog Edit this message to change the title of your weblog. Friday, October 31, 2003
White tea rocks me.
Even the movies weren't this good. Thursday, October 30, 2003 Form and Function my friend. Got a haircut, spiky again- it's a fun change, my reflection strikes me. The lady nicked the mole on my neck however- yay Supercuts. It's not that i think $6 haircuts look good, it's just that i know that they can look good. Tuesday, October 28, 2003
That reminds me, i need to get toothpaste too.
What a day, we did the work of two day's worth in one and the only reward was once again the company of these wild cats as the sun set unremarkably. We were not even told when certain cats were given a pumpkin to play with for Halloween- we only saw the left overs (which we will be cleaning up) and the dissinterest of the cats in the objects that had been there for them hours before. Monday, October 27, 2003
'Of lonely Ariadne on the wharf Sunday, October 26, 2003
Oh well, off to make obscene collages. Sabre Duel To The Death Yay, i made a fencing t-shirt!
After i planned out a vanity page for my drag king character, Xavier Long John's, I found myself planning out a personal website the other night in my notebook. Like most online things i do the majority of it is going to be archival list of sorts of mostly personal importance. It’ll be a place where i can store things for latter use and share them with those who either want to know about me or have similar interests. Yep. Otherwise it’s going to be pretty boring. After high school and the amounts I did then I can’t stand computer programming- hence part of why the appearance or set up of this weblog hasn’t changed at all. Oh well, thought you’d like to know, no delivery date affixed as of yet- i don't even have a computer set up here that would facilitate the making of it. Never in my home: ‘Don’t you think that…’, ‘As a rule…’, ‘Do you want to (do a task that is already expected of you)’
The biggest hindrance and failure in my early education was never being taught what was truly necessary.
Who saved the endangered fowl, the deer, then helped with the bear and the cougar- the hunters, not the killers- but who knows if they also hand fed the game before hunting season and then...
We were just confronted and accosted by a cold front. Arse. Something about this temperature is so significant in my memory. Regardless of Texas' erratic winter weather, today the atmosphere says to me: this is it; this is a cold season that will not turn warm for a long while and will be getting colder yet. Bundle your thoughts of summer away and gird up your loins in so many layers.
mmm…the warm curdling of CO2 in the stomach.
Wow. Just amazing. Today i learnt how to go in with the bobcats and other smaller ones to give them companionship. I'll definitely be spending more time with Poncho, our male Margay, and this time, in his enclosure. Saturday, October 25, 2003 i like to slam into things... With a motorcycle helmet, you are privy to all kinds of conversation starters. I now know... The differences between:
I have a secret fear I am only a poet or intellectual’s poet. Strangers in Paradise Is it strange to have just a few people you are hung up on for all your life? Through anything, and everything, (re)connecting or relating regardless of change (or at least trying to), returning to thoughts of them often, and for whatever sake. cry for an edit I’d forgotten how i need an audience of some sort, however small. I simply can’t hear my own words with fresh ears as well as others can.
Cool! We need to use one or the other of these for the labs at St. John's. It would off set the already black lab tables. Friday, October 24, 2003 don't worry. If you don't understand me at all, it's because i don't what you to. I have had dirty hands since i got calluses And i will verily miss all this- Thursday, October 23, 2003
i think i have a problem with enjoying the journey. I'm always looking to the destination. 'mild peril', what the fuck? life is R rated. Sometimes worse. Sunday, October 19, 2003
God what boring speech we humans put up with day to day when they have so many languages and words to use otherwise. It’s worse than not bursting out into song every once in a while. Saturday, October 18, 2003 fuzzy wuzzy I know I’m not a furry but I still maintain that it would be better (for me at least) to have fur (not the monkey sort though, a nice full short haired coat with summer and winter phases) than to not. Thursday, October 16, 2003
It's a French company run by the British with its headquarters in Texas. I shit you not, my friend works for them. I don't know how he doesn't giggle all day long. Jenny math. Vagina + Boner = Vagona Pass the Mission Plan Things to investigate the reasons of: Tuesday, October 14, 2003
It’s all about the sauce. Sunday, October 12, 2003
I've never admitted how much i really like satire. It's probably my favorite form of comedy, going so closely along with the absurd to make a very good point. It's ageless to me despite its referential objects. It's nice to know that we have made fun of ourselves and each other for such a long time. It's just that much more funny when you know exactly who they're referring to.
I have more reasons now and ask less questions about them. Am i becoming a sensualist of just growing older and more set in my ways? The leopard has spots that the Shakespearians didn’t trust. It disturbs me how easily circumstances of food, weather, sleep and exercise will affect my mode of thought and my mood even if I have a strong will and am stubborn.
Religion panders to or producing a certain kind of personality scares me. But don't most of them?
I see no sound theological reasoning that can support the idea of a corporeal body in the afterlife. Could someone please explain it if they have any clue? Do not disturb the sloth as they dream of many possible worlds. Possessing of intelligence is not defined with words or by the use of language per say, and to the dismay of etymologists and psychologists everywhere, it's by the ability to recognize. For those with cats and herb gardens (with a fucking 'H' in it) or those who have one and want the other. Well I don't know if it's all sound but they seem to have quite the following. What The Month Of April Gives Away To May She collects scars Names to be given. Jayne West, Ripe Meat, My Burlap Sack, Well Tempered Steel. Thursday, October 9, 2003 How to Train A Tiger Well here's one way to do it but let me fill you in on how we figure it works: Monday, October 6, 2003
I'm will randomly continue to post odd links in a mix of bizarre sentence that are haphazardly connected but in the mean time, just go here, because she's not martha and she's much better at finding interesting products than i am. Good enough to snort. knock on bone Of all the stupid, dangerous things i've done, and all the scars, scrapes, punctures, bruises, chipped, sprained, torn, and twisted injuries i've incurred; i've never broken a bone. Saturday, October 4, 2003 "Early to bed and early to rise, Makes a man and woman, Miss out on the night life" Went to see Geroge Clinton and the P-Funk at Deep Ellum Live. Pretty good show, nice mix of people (including a large guy who had a pvc pipe didgeridoo he was playing on intermittently, and a home girl wearing one of these). Not to many of them were too inebriated for their own good. I was so tired the whole show that the moments not entirely well defined by the shifting music and slower music grated by for me. The smoke, of varying sort, didn't help. Every time i go into Dallas now my eyes start to burn and i develop charming loogies. After the show Reagan bought this lady's cd and talked with her for a while about violins. People can look so different on stage then off of it, and it’s not even costume or makeup, simply perspective. She was little people like me, only 3 inches shorter. Reagan, being the bomb, with her equally wonderful friend got us invited into the main bus of the band where the majority of the members were winding down with a movie on the tv in the front half while a few people were trying to sleep in the beds stacked three high lining the walls on either side. In the back smoking cigarettes there were several men that i'd definitely call 'dirty old' simply because they weren't afraid of the fact they still wanted to get in the sack with highly attractive young women like the ones i was with and with all their funky musician hood, had more of an opportunity than most. Of course, Clinton wasn't there and Reagan could not get confirmation of her dream of having him play at her white girl wedding reception. On the way out of the bus, but not before my not so necessary chaperoning of Reagan and her friend was done, as my guts were practicing making knots from the boy scout handbook, i passed by this lady who smiled nicely at me but all i could managed was a weary smile in return and a 'goodnight' instead of a 'You were wonderful to watch perform on stage' because she absolutely was. Thursday, October 2, 2003
More hedgehog shit.
“These are the interns. Stay away from them, they’re no good. They eat all the food and make a lot of noise.” – George, a volunteer, to the people on his tour. Digital killed the video. After tapping the cats here I really want a video/digital camera of my own. I’ve always known I’d enjoy it. Something not sluggish or cumbersome would be nice, doesn’t have to be new, can’t be expensive. It’s just so much fun for me to be able to direct attention in a view, specifically my view at that moment. Any suggestions? I cringe at the word ‘career’. I find myself mostly making remarks to my coworkers to fill gaps in our conversation. Non sequiturs, related anecdotes, oblique comments, silly stories, my favorite jokes: nothing of any real insight is conferred between us in words. Just talking to pass the time and less interesting tasks that any job inevitably has. So that is what it was like; I never have been in quite as isolated a place. "Fast slow fast fast slow" and other rhythms that sound like dance steps. Fast:
Oh my G-D Hope for dyslexic poems yet, but not bad spelling. Birllaint Obsrevatoin... Smut, because “dirty books are fun” – Tom Lehrer Certain anatomy is silly, but certainly no sillier than me making my breast ‘talk’ to one another in ‘The Mammary Memoirs’. I like that he checks his nails while he’s at it. I wonder if he had a tip jar- odd thing about that, with a tip jar you take the money out and people give you more, with charity jars, they only give if there’s already some in there.
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