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AussieAri's weblog Edit this message to change the title of your weblog. Saturday, August 27, 2005 Oddness in the lingerie store The British bulldog was eating his master's frozen discarded sushi. The rice was all over the carpet. He looked up at me with a totally self satisfied slobber smile. Then I noticed in his purple glass water dish one long octopus tentacle swimming about.
I realized last night that after a childhood of moving around the world I have about two friends I still have contact with who can tell me what I was like back then. Both of them may be able to tell me of a specific time but not a length of time that would show processes and phases. I have questions like: Were my parent’s still as nuts as they are now? Have they changed? Have I lost anything vital since childhood? I can’t get the answers for these questions from anywhere else but my own memory; that single minded and often outright fibber.
Found out a few interesting current activities of former classmates from my Catholic all girls highschool, including dominatrixing and creating a new form of guerilla gardening. We are highly amused.
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Brenda Chenowith from Six Feet Under.
Steve, like a pro wrestler, did a whopping reversal on PNM thus solving the problem they created. Go Steve, go. Sometimes PNM reminds me of the insidious company 'Water and Power' in Tank Girl. Thursday, August 25, 2005
I can say with conviction the Power New Mexico is a bunch of useless cunts. I won’t get into it but they suck almost as much as Quest. Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Moving...Like Humans Do.
A friend suggested this job for next spring. I said it's frikkin cold. Besides, i have this problem with always stinking like fish...
Spun. Just another British drug movie. I have no idea where i'm going but i will be gone. So mayhaps I will actually get to visit Val and Hillah after being a chauffeur in Italy. Mum wants me to come back to Buffalo to visit them for a while but I’m thinking that I’ll just have done a month of solid travel, 20 days of it with her and my aunt Carmel stuck in a car. I’m not so eager on it though. The trip will be a lot of travel for certain and right now I don’t want to think about how it will fall out exactly- I just need the days I’ll fly between the states to Europe. Monday, August 22, 2005
That’s enough’a that. Fuck moving. I’m going for a beer.
arse. I broke my g-string. No, the one on my guitar!
In New Mexico, ‘idiots are not allowed to vote’. This really gives us no excuse for being a red state.
Looking for my Leopard, what else? 'In an Operetta' - The Magnetic Fields Was off to the opera on a friends spare ticket, dressed to the 9’s. It was my first time at our local opera house. After our tailgate dinner picnic we sat and watched the apprentices do their excerpt presentations. It was really a hit or miss affair, which is apparently how the Santa Fe Opera is normally. Amongst the misses were Of Mice and Men, which was so fucking dissonant, slow and repetitive. The other real oddball was Vanessa, which no one in our party had heard of, and after hearing it, we all knew why. Those have got to be some of the strangest creepiest characters in opera, and that’s saying something. There was an excellent trouser roll that finished the night, Der Rosenkavalier’s Octavian, and an excellent Falstaff arrangement. They even threw in a majorly campy Ariadne auf Naxos scene. They began the evening with a new play about a bunch of nuns around the time they began the ‘celibacy’ rule for clergy in the Catholic Church. It’s called Two Saints Caught In The Same Act. It felt like it should have been a musical more than an opera, but they get props for mentioning ‘the lustful ring of hell’ and then ‘there’s only one problem with your rings reference sister- that poem hasn’t been written yet! Ha-chhhaaa!’ and the single best line all evening, ‘A woman alone is bad enough but a woman alone with a man is terrible!’ Sunday, August 21, 2005
Went to some studio space fundraiser and discovered a whole new party scene. It's made up of people i would describe simply as hippy and clubby kids. At first i thought a bus load of them had come down from Taos but apparently not. The diversity and oddity of the mix was just too impressive to think lil' Santa Fe on it's own could have spawned them. Just for fun as usual. All Families Are Psychotic by Douglas Coupland.
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Sarah Grace McCandless. shameless! Dear Tourists of Santa Fe during Indian Market: Friday, August 19, 2005
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Colleen Doran who did A Distant Soil. The next generation: Local rockers, too young and fun for their own good, The Big Boo. Further interpretations Steve just mentioned that Salavdor Dalí's Hallucinogenic Toreador (a print of which is hanging over my bedroom's loo) reminded him of a representation of a tarot card- either the 9 of pentacles or the 9 or cups. Love and Rockets III. Ah hell. I think I’m in love again. Seriously. things i learnt tonight: halfrack studios show. My housemate played a show tonight at a small local southside studio. Go Steve, he did so well. The show was awesome, the highlight of it being the touring Browningham, who is now crashed in our fireside room with his wife. Let's hear it for male cheerleaders! We all danced like we'd forgoten the 80's had passed. I will definitely be visiting this studio for more shows, particularly the break dancing face off they apparently have. The other band playing tonight (Bradly Gladstone and The Sore Losers) will hopefully be able to play our new house welcoming party before the end of the month is out and ½ of the band moves to France. Excuse me, do you know the way out of this two part British drama? Fuckin’ ell. I’m going to Italy again, backroads this time through the tiny towns- mum booked the tickets and then told me when. Mid September apparently. Craziness made harder to swallow to me by the fact mum’s never done anything like this before. The trip will be the same stress as last time on my end, moving again, then leaving, pre-paying two months worth of bills, working out trip routs around all mum wants to do because she’s bloody hopeless at it, hoping the house in Santa Fe doesn’t explode while I’m gone. Lord knows if I’ll still have a job to come back to in the end. With her still pushing for the New England trip at the end of this month as well, it all very dubious. I’ll certainly not be attending community college classes, I know that. Mum even convinced Aunt Carmel to come to Italia with us, all the way from Oz. Which reminds me, we’re going to have to have a talk about quiet in the car while I’m driving. >_< ehhhh!
Got a wonderous care package from friends I’d missed for a while but hadn’t heard from. Yay! I am loved and remembered! About two pounds of cookies and other goodies to enjoy! Thursday, August 18, 2005 reading the ‘news’ for entertainment and being unsure why. Well the home team won this year. I’m not sure exaclty what they won, maybe silence or honor. Anyway, if you squeal like a piggy you may just win something in France.
Saburist corsets? They’re trying to tell me this is nice and mobile. Now, as much as most women's fencing jackets ARE like corsets or strait jackets it's still hard to conceive of this as movable. Sexy as it is, slash marks to the arms due to sabre aren't. Wednesday, August 17, 2005 David Mack Attack. Hell yeas. This is precious. Go Mack Go!
They found Trojan booty.
Kevin Bloody Wilson. An aussie legend, complete with foul mouth, beer in hand and on a quest for boobs.
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Christine Norrie. Re-reading The Devil's Panties. I was thinking the same thing. Oh it you, Eugenics. Come in. The more I think about families in the US, social economics, population growth and sexual assault statistics, I’m beginning to think that men should have their tubes tied at birth (is this physically possible though?). Fertilization can be performed either in a clinic or be reversing the process, as a public service. It would certainly cost less than our current attempts and systems to help unwanted children. Because, let’s face it, men are fertile from puberty until they DIE, women are fertile about 50% of their life. At least this way someone who has a child would have actually really wanted that child. Living in a Fanta Se Sometimes I really just don’t understand this place. Its ridiculousness escapes my comprehension.
There’s a painting in the Arcade thats a corner of the Monopoly board, only there are only ‘go to jail’ ‘jail’ and 'lose $100 spaces' on it. In the foreground is a picture of Sitting Bull and beside him surrounded by money is Christopher Columbus. Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Mum’s being out of character. Which is almost a welcome but still a bewildering change- she wanted to drag me away from Indian Market (if only there were a way to accomplish this without ditching my job utterly...) for 20 days to tour around Connecticut and Rhode Island. Since she decided on this wild trip the night before, it really can’t be done with good results for my life here.
It just hit me- I know what the dead man’s last meal was. I can remember him chowing down on liver and onions with glee. He had a side of mash with gravy and some corn. He said he loved liver and onions. That night he also bought me my dinner. Monday, August 15, 2005 Bribery New Mexican Style. 1st National Bank here will give you a half-bushel of roasted green chili if you open an account with them this month. Guffaw.
I watched an anime that advised me to view it ‘in a well lit room from as far as possible from the TV set’. I’m wondering if this is because of the way it was animated or if the close watching of anime in general is causing a health concern amongst little Japanese children.
In My Skin, a movie recommendation from Kate. And then the planet went ‘boom’, maybe. Giant asteroid dig in Colorado Springs.
Jesse Posner, recent Johnny grad, has a politically aware blog
Right triceps is like a sore immovable rock. It just got worse after Thursday’s workout. This is the first time I’ve actually had an ‘injury’ from doing calisthenics that impeded further training. Usually its soreness or at worst a strain. drat.
Once again Santa Fe proved to be harder to leave than to return to. I had some comic book meetings set up in Burq to get to and since I haven’t really taken my bike for a spin long distance I figured it would be the perfect time to get out there on my own. My crack pit team, consisting of housemates and spouses John and Annie, helped me change the chain, sprockets and replace the highbeam on my bike. They also give me a push start as the battery was a bit drained. I wouldn't have been able to do it without them. We discovered we all owned those navy blue Dickies pullovers. We think we’re going to hang out in them sometimes soon and try to persuade Steve to join us in out pit crew-ness. Watch out for ex-prositutes from East Berlin? Watched Million Dollar Baby last night. In the end it didn’t matter to me what had happened between him and his daughter, the story was so striking and heart rending it was almost a relief not to be told. Because Michigan Women's Music Festival is happening and I'm not at it. I did it. I finally broke down and learnt myself a folksy chord progression song to play when someone ask me to pick up whatever guitar is present and entertain them. Because really- flamenco and classical is not what most chickies are expecting. It doesn’t impress anyone these days- who cares if it’s ten times more technical? No, give the ladies what they want to hear which is some belted emotionally filled folk swinging song. I compromised and learnt The Magnetic Field’s ‘Chicken with its head cut off’. So there. Friday, August 12, 2005
What an utterly fucked up Friday- filled will fuck ups largely of my doing. I could not get a thing to go right and normal, try as I might, either timing or technology decided to make it impossible. Nothing majorly schite drowning happened but really, a day of fuck ups leaves you feeling really...well, like an all round displaced and useless fuck up.
This is very funny to me. I’m ever so glad they even noted the two locations of Atlantis.
Because we don't get enough queer music here. Thursday, August 11, 2005
More japanese sword resources.
MC Hawkings never looked so cool. new workout. ah-ow. I’ve got that feeling again. The one that tells me I’m not going to be able to walk normally tomorrow. Wednesday, August 10, 2005
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Billy Tipton, the biggest performer ever to fool the folks in blues.
Being a female martial artist I’ve noticed a strange double standard created either by the psychological response of being a woman in a predominately man’s world or by the environment itself.
This is making me giggle at the moment.
One of the Ladyboys of Bangkok. Sunday, August 7, 2005 death of a night owl? Been waking up around 8am every morning this past week regardless of how late i turn in. It's not just the dogs barking or the traffic starting outside. My body feels like i should be getting up at this time anyway- it's almost impossible for me to get back to sleep even if i'm exhausted. I'll take this as i sign i need to get myself a day job.
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Danica Patrick, Women’s poster child for car racing.
Where has A Dirty Shame been all my life? I want John Waters and Jamie Babbit (of But I’m A Cheerleader fame) to have a baby.
Hung out with the boys, played video games, talked comics and art movements. Much of the art movement talk I was really lost in the classifications of, but this is to be expected as I had never gone to art school and they had. I really suck at most modern video games, I’m tolerable at Ivy in Soul Caliber. Give me the days of Zelda and Lemmings baby! Saturday, August 6, 2005 Therapy measures, because i'd rather be @#$%ing sleeping. Dear neighboring dog(s): And a collector is born. Overheard while walking down the street: "Daddy, when I’m old I’m going to have saved all my Star Wars toys and they’ll be worth a lot." When i get down i get high. A lesson in attraction. There were several places smoking green chili around town today. Maybe it’s the last batch of the summer. The smell is unmistakable, both captivating and repelling at the same time. I’ll always stop to smell that unique scent thick in the air but as the acid of the chilis settles in my lungs like some weird native mustard gas I have to stop. It never fails to get me high though. The only good rain we've had all monsoon season. One of the strange effects of living in the desert for a while is that you begin to stand outside when it rains. Rain is an event to you, where as to others, you’re just crazy. Singing for strangers but not for my supper (or my drinks). Went to Ursula’s karaoke last night at Swig. It was my second time ever there and I was hoping that more Paramount karaoke goers would have switched over with Ursula. Not really, alas. little tid bits Cirque du Soleil song from Quidam done to flash animation!
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Monica Pope, super chef. Wednesday, August 3, 2005
Does ‘Clabber Girl’ sound like what you’d call some poor unfortunate lass doomed to work her life away in a seedy oyster bar in Wales to anyone else? And what's so wrong with that?
Watching Six Feet Under's first season, reading Reviving Ophelia. In the words of Socrates, why do humans cry about what happens on stage to fictional characters and not about the tragedies in their very own lives?
Should I be my mother’s confessor? She trusts so few and rarely, I seem to be the one that has been allowed the most recently. Let’s face it- she has no friends and she has already destroyed the letters ‘too personal’. But then, I myself would have to be able to confess to her, and most of my confessions upset her greatly.
Seeing this just makes me want to skip town before winter sets in. They’re listing JOBS people. JOBS for experienced metalworkers. What would they do with a young mostly untrained certainly unprofessional padawan like me? Well besides set to sweeping the shop floor and hauling schite, which I’m not so object to as long as there are options for advancement in the trade. As to if I should have a degree to supposedly ‘fall back on’ still haunts me. The uselessness and lack of experience it represents overshadows the whole 'higher education' though. Erg. Conflict of interests. Sleeping with ones eyes open. How do you sleep with your eyes open? Baring excessive intoxication, fevers, etc., that is. Roman suggested taping them open then falling asleep. Of course the pupils will roll back in your head but then he says they descend again. Tim once told me he feel asleep from fatigue with his eyes open. It was while he was on guard duty on bivouacking excursion at Fort Benning for his infantry training. He said it was like an acid trip. On further research, if one does this naturally, it’s considered a disorder; horrendously dry eyes occur. If you trained yourself to do this, could you NOT do it at will afterwards?
It took me an hour to recover from Jiu Jitsu today. I really need to eat more protein again. Great big quantities of it. Guh. Monday, August 1, 2005
Learn of the flying spaghetti monster who created the world, or find out what World War II would have been like as an RTS
name me a retired martial artist. I wonder if this messes up some systems of astrology... Everyone, met planet 2003 UB313. Christ they better come up with a better name. Lynn's pic: The Secret History by Donna Tartt
On Sundays she would unplug the TV, phone, radio- in fact everything electric except the fridge and stove. She'd open the windows and doors, and then spend the whole day reading, writing letters, playing go, gardening and then watching the sun set.
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