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AussieAri's weblog Edit this message to change the title of your weblog. Wednesday, November 30, 2005
I have a floater in my right eye. It first appeared the morning I woke up after arriving back in Santa Fe. I’ve never had one before. It is very annoying to me because I’m acutely aware of my 20/20 vision being obstructed. Apparently there’s really nothing I can do about it. I just hope it goes away or I stop noticing it.
Must acquire another T-bone streak patch to affix to Santa hat for work.
The Jane or Jack or Jerk of all trades simply pays attention to where and how they could possibly convince someone to pay them for something resembling work. "I'll bill you for your droodles" – M.I.A. What the bloody hell are ‘droodles’ anyway?
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Rose Harvester a.k.a. Granma Ben Friday, November 25, 2005 my ears are burning. You know everyone makes fun of the conversations of the ‘young and the stupid’ that you hear so often at coffee shops. Sitting in a café in Santa Fe right now though I am privy to conversations of the ‘middle aged and self important’. All the art that caught me on the past trip: Ati Maier 'No good slack jaws.' I feel like The Goon in my drivers cap for work. See for yourself.
I’ve been set up with four people in the past two weeks. What the hell. Such a flurry from others to casually send me down the road of dating has never been seen before. I’m not complaining per say but as soon as the decision of 'not really wanting a serious relationship and that being a good thing right now' sunk into my heart it’s as if those monogamous peoples in my life felt it was a threat that needed to be dealt with swiftly. Gah.
i'm Tuesday, November 22, 2005 Our mastery has gotten away from us and we’ve gotten carried away by the idea. A million thoughts a day, indulging in their multitude, all of them escaping, all with no end, just like this sentence... I’m the butch butcher! So meat is exhausting but decent work. It is a little disconcerting to go in as the sun’s rising and leave when it’s dark though- a lot of the stores I’d want to run my errands at are closed by then. Also the way they set up the employee breaks is er- not so much like a break at all. I’ve only had a few difficult customers and they are by far out numbered by the good ones. This is somewhat incredible considering the timing of when i began this job. I did get my first sexist treatment from a customer; a rich lady in her forties done up to try to deny the fact who I suppose thought that if someone has a sausage in their pants it means they know more about butchering in general. My co-workers all seem cool, there’s only one other female in the department- hence the ‘you go girl!’ I’ve gotten from more than one customer. Which to chose? Small business = slave Maybe I could apply to be her doppelganger/stunt girl stand in. That’s five more Jodie Foster comments in the past week. The best was from the post-op tranny lady though; 'Thank you Ms. Foster' in a NY accent. One of the people also apparently worked with her in L.A. and said I even have some of her mannerisms. How odd in a good way, I think. Thursday, November 17, 2005 Small Pic Update. Rachael: "Is this testing whether I'm a replicant or a lesbian, Mr. Deckard?" - Bladerunner.
I think D____ has a switch in his head. It read "Intellectual Interactions" on one end and "Sex" on the other. Get yer points right here because I want to know and I figure my friends are more knowledgeable than I: (2 points) What is the name of Ireland’s version of field hockey? Local cocoa fix. Chocolatesmith is a pretty good local store for choco- confectionery. They had the innovative idea of coating chocolate in wax so you can lug it just about anywhere in perfect condition. However, I discovered Kakawa Chocolate House which beats the pants off any competition and then sets fire to the pair of pants. Oh, and they’re about 2 blocks away from the house. Just in case your work-a-day life gets boring.
Crème de la crème Calling all Santa Feans who like art not Santa Fe style and can't afford most of it. This means you, undoubtedly. You should go to this. It will be good. I will probably be pushing comics as i am want to do.
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Selma Blair, who did a great job as Ursula Udders, who i am not T.I.L.W.
Guess what!? Rectification is mine! 'Taint working and I ain’t working neither. Someone at Whole Foods messed up. The meat manager was away on hollies the past week and in the mean time someone else was suppose to get my paperwork done/in/processed whatever it is one does with paper so that I could take their mandatory intro class last Friday. Obviously this did not happen. Clearly this means Ari is not now flinging meat at people like she bloody well should be. Regrettably this situation wouldn’t be so much of a problem if only there were actually another planned intro class before December. Unfortunately, there is not. Consequently- Grr. GGRRRR. Strickly feeling Perhaps part of the reason why I can’t share my emotions so well is because I think I have to be able to express them exactly in words first. ...And that's waterproof. Don’t forget the waterproofness. *Ari’s phone in her pant pocket vibrates audibly in the silence of the room.* Let’s hear it for the (yaoi) boys. Manga has taken over at Borders and I fear at most other mainstream booksellers as well. There are 5 full bookshelves dedicated to it at the store here. In comparison, there are now bearly 2 full bookshelves dedicated to the dear old Graphic Novel that we’ve come to treasure and love. Most of the mangas I picked off the shelf tended to look greatly like one another, were perhaps poorly translated and therefore loose of story and didn’t even really do it for me as erotica. ‘Spurt!’ written out in kanji and I don’t get to see anything more graphic than some movement lines? Feh! This isn’t worth $9.99! The music isn’t loud enough. The music won’t be loud enough. "I want so badly to believe that there is truth that love is real. Fancy a cup of random twigs anyone? Well, I though it was tea. I was lead to believe it was, in fact, tea by the person who left it here. You know the stuff might actually be tea. I’ve just never tasted a tea like that before so let’s all pretend that what I just brewed a pot of was really tea. A very odd TEA. Philosophical grudges. I resent the idea that humans always do what seems best for them at the time. I also resent the possible conclusion from this that therefore, humans do what is ultimately good or what serves to make good inevitably even when doing wrong. I resent those ideas just as much as I resent the idea that what we do on earth and where humanity ends up doesn’t matter. Failed pick up line #22 (this one was actually used on me Saturday.) "Is this the line for the bathroom?” Rasa is very funny. Good thing she is a professional comedian. From a voicemail: "...I have moved in with a girl...a woman, a young lady! Who I think is shorter than you- um, but much heavier…but that’s ok! There’s nothing wrong with that. She’s your build but with huge boobs, really wide hips, and a huge ass. And she’s Korean. Um...Korean and Mexican. So I guess she’s really nothing like you- but anyway, she’s your height!" Holy gastronomy Batman! 1 ½ grilled beef steak, dry rubbed A force to reckon about Are some people simply forces of anger, chaos, or destruction in the world? Can an entire person’s life be summed up and propelled by one force anyway? Saturday, November 12, 2005
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Massimina from Anno VIII, n°8 of Diabolik
I think the way Gaelic is spelt it is suppose to be read only when intoxicated. That way the pronunciations naturally match up with the spellings of the words.
Irish crisps called Taytos.
The local GLBT film group.
Aji-Ichiban is where I go nuts in NYC’s china town...every time.
If anyone feels like buying me an x-man prezzy, I suggest ordering some imp sampler vials from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab. At least I’ll be ordering some for meself. Things on my list of curiosity: T-shirts the Minutemen wear: Vigil Aunties John Barth's Chimera again "But never for want of words! Too much to say, that’s my complaining: everything to get said, and all at once or I’ll forget it. Already I’ve forgotten half what I’d in mind to write; pen can’t keep up; I make mad side-notes, notes of notes for notes; each phrase begets two more, four; I can’t sleep for them; my joints are stiff; it’s cold and damp here; this moment I should be lying with my warm young friend; instead it’s scribble scribble the night through, red eyes, dizzy: fine shape I’ll be in at tide turn, when the long edd ends! What am I saying? There, gone. Digression from digression will not lead to the main stream; it’s the wrong way out of the swamp."
The New Yorker Complete on DVD-Rom In the main piazza of a small Umbrian town at siesta time: An angle in a wife beater.
It’s not what I do when I’m alone (usually not much or of any interest to anyone else). It’s that I AM alone. Let’s get the sex out of the way then shall we? The NYC Museum Of Sex. There’s also one in dear old Berlin (say: Beate Uhse Erotic Museum). Who knows which is better! Failed pick up line #17 "Are those good shoes for fucking?" Friday, November 11, 2005 More obscure Johnny blogs You can't hide from me Odious! Thursday, November 10, 2005 score I will have you know, screw gold, I hit platinum with an artist of mine; things are coming along a bit more and a bit faster with all the projects. *sigh* "There are things the body remembers that the mind forgets." - Lauri There are some things that still make me uncomfortable in jiu jitsu- being yanked around just too much, having someone just a little too heavy in top position on me for a little too long, a limb unexpectedly compromised faster than i though, or finding a part of me less flexible or useful than usual, and i get that feeling that begins hyperventilation. Burning chest and windpipe, spasm of the diaphragm, heartbeat out of sync with breathing, watering of eyes. That's just how my body freaks out. I don't know why.
When moshpits start up and all the boys rush in front of the crowd to the band I can’t help but think, "Aw, look- they’re playing!" Best bad babe one liners: "Tell me where the photos are or I’ll shove my gun up your cooze and blow your ovearies out your eyeballs." –Agent 355 of Y The Last Man Ways to re-kickstart your carear "You could go to New Mexico, find your spirit animal and then cook the animal. We’ll air it all on TV." –from the film Martha Inc. Sunday, November 6, 2005 ...Fah-la-la de-da de-da... jet-lag ate my brain and my internal clock
Why is my life so weird?
Stumble upon to explore.
Bauhaus played in Denver last night. I would cry but i know i wouldn't have been able to get in anyway. Long unanswered questions from my childhood: What the fuck is a Casbah and how the hell do you rock it anyway? What I’m doing tomorrow. Out with the genra organization of 600+ cds.
Well he’s out of the closet, returned to his homeland, back at college, and a survivor of a major natural disaster. Want to make something Italian? Add an ‘o’ to the end of it, exaggerate the rise and fall of each syllable and for extra flair, throw in a hand gesture. This one’s for Mus. Here’s looking at squid, kid. Giant squid caught on film by Japanese researchers purpose? Sometimes I feel my life exists simply to collect piece for a story that can’t be written in its entirety.
All other red wines quake before what is DOCG Chianti Classico. If I’ve mention this already, I’m saying it again because the truth is now very strong in me. Who’s afraid of Terrorists? I’m afraid of Terraists. Strange little feeling about having written a poem about Venice sinking then New Orleans floods. Something awful this way comes. Going to a Museum of Torture and have the instruments explained to you in mangled English is hysterical. Pause for a second. Take in that line.
We grossed nearly $300 off of our little comic event on Saturday. It was good. This means only 20 more parties like that and we’ll have the cash to print the book. Friday, November 4, 2005 And don't you forget it... I am your GOD. Your GOD has ingested four quarts of gin.
Got interview for good job. Got good interview. Need call back.
"Sad sad sobriety." - Jeanne on the state of SJCSF's students and campus. This is the most awful pun I’ve ever heard but apparently it happened, which is why you've got to laugh. Woman in bakery section: What’s the holla cost?
Cuddle parties and Silent dating.
La Tomatina. Have you ever HAD a tomato in the eye? I don't know how they can stand it but it looks fun.
Sacramento has underground tunnels. Sweet. ‘The cunning use of flags’ About the time Bushy condemned France for condemning him, the little French bakery/café in Santa Fe put little French flags out on all the tables. Often people would come in and walk directly out as soon as they saw the flags. this bloke i know He had no exact home. He spent his money on things you couldn’t see unless some mark was left upon his body. He brought home with him stories and skills, not souvenirs.
My gentle readership- Wednesday, November 2, 2005
And now i go to march with the dead. home? I’m an expat wherever I go, or at least half a one no matter where I am on earth. With Dan's example in mind. I ate two raw eggs today. Scrambled in a rocks glass, one at a time. Felt like the right thing to do. And you know what? It wasn’t bad at all- considering it saves time and washing dishes it’s a worthwhile alternative breakfast option. Great ways to start job interviews: "Ar-ie?"
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Calyxa of Chimera by John Barth. a.k.a. Egyptian Chemmis. Tuesday, November 1, 2005
Bare Knuckle Stout was really good stuff.
Like Mirabai, i'm suprised the bod-mod troop haven't followed this example. And i'm a mass murdering dumbass: Evil Ernie In Santa Fe. Santa Fe never look so...er...not like itself at all. Pitched roofs? Are you kidding me? Think about direction, wonder why you have it now... My links may not be working for some of you and i'm not sure why. I'll fiddle with it later but for now, you should be able to work out how to re-direct yourselves. May I present, Sweet 7000 Baaadasss Comics
Jack The Ripper. A french band with a certain malaise and love of singing in english to distorted paris lounge music.
T.I.A.I.L.W.: The winged one with the switch from the fresco at The Villa of Mysteries, Pompei. My kind of house.
Job hunting again. Running around cross-town like spastic amidst possibilities that won’t make themselves probabilities. Typical Santa Fe things, you know?
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