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Heaps and heaps of new pixisies for you my preciouses.
There’s this Mexican vegetable…sounds like ‘hick a mah’, can’t figure out the spelling. I like it.
…Eh?
Why can’t I find detailed dance steps to the Haka online?
Bah! Get it together will ya Kiwis!
Bare Essentials:
Army issue tarp covered hammock (preferred over the tent I have)
A good sleeping bag (suggestions?)
Water filter (do I need this if I’ve got water purifier additives? Guess it depends on how crunchy I like my water)
Single camping stove
Camelbac water system (check, doubles as a pillow at night)
Firestarer (Magnesium with flint, check)
Knife/multi tool (duh)
Dish/Utensils set (yep)
Food/food containers (jerky, nuts, dried berries, camping food, mm-mmm)
Maps/guides/compass (I need a good compass)
Flashlight (maglight, doubles as a billie club)
Mini med kit (you know, in case I really fuck up good)
A camping pack
Camping wear (yeah pretty much)
Tha’d be nice:
Dehydrator/jerky maker (so I can make my own)
Better hiking boots
Better sunglasses
Rain ware
Map seal
Compact hand saw (maybe just take the kukri instead)
Survival cards (wanna play winner take all?)
Long burn candle (night reading so as not to run down the flashlight)
“I’m the girl, I gave up my life in Texas. I left Texas. I uprooted all of my roots.”
- Middle-aged woman at the Zia with three Middle-aged men.
I trust him as far as he can throw a fist full of bills.
The hair goes on Friday.
the last straw (strand?) was a local kinda smarmy shmuck of a guy saying 'I do remember you, the sword chick. You had a buzzcut then...Your long hair suits you. Are you still gay?'
I haven’t opened our freezer in a while. What do I find when I do today? A hardcopy of ‘Prozac Backlash’. Now, I may have a penchant for giving lonely freezers accompaniment but our stand up ‘frigerator is not lonely. I wonder if my room mate is trying to make a statement or send a message.
I stumbled upon this song and it slayed me.
While we’re at it, this Metric song.
Did you know Santa Fe’s full name is “La Villa Real de la Santa Fé de San Francisco de Asis” meaning "The Royal Village of the Holy Faith of St. Francis of Assisi" Recon the post office would still recognize the title??
And here’s the newest slogan- Santa Fe: the most expensive hick town to live in in the country. Yeehaw!
A bandanna tied around the arm tattoo.
So the new Survivor is going to be separated by race. Black, White, Latino, and Asian. Next year tune in for the gang version: Bloods, Crips maybe even the bigger players like the Yakuza and the Sicilian Mafia.
Ok. I got it. Looks like I’m going to TRF this year by way of tracking down someone I wish to be employed by in the future. I think I’ll base myself out of Austin for the trip since the thought of dealing with Houston traffic on my motorbike makes my heart cease up.
September 30th. See you there.
Tyler Perry’s ‘Madea’s Family Reunion’ is a movie that attempts comedy, romance, and family forgiveness all underlayed with the charming aspect of familial violence. Remember if you watch this folks, when Madea beats up on a child it’s ‘discipline’ or ‘patience’ and therefore humorous, but when a husband beats up on his wife that’s abuse and makes for good drama. Frankly, the contrast made me more than a little sick. Don’t worry, this wasn’t the only hypocritical message in the film, there are others that I’ll just let you watch for yourself if you can stand to.
I began watching these damn films because the first one I saw, a capture of a stage performance of ‘Madea’s Highschool Reunion’, was fucking hilarious. It didn’t pull as many self sabotaging judgmental punches as all the other movies that followed and that seem to follow a set format.
One woman is in a bad relationship with some wealthy man who does her wrong. Marriage is of course involved or looming on the horizon. After more abuse than you can shake a gerbil at the woman finally flees to Madea’s house for safe haven. A variety of once delinquents, a crusty lecherous old man, a not so successful sister/friend to the other woman are also in the house. Madea proceeds to inspire the woman done wrong to violent acts against the wrong doer as punishment and revenge. Meanwhile the tension between sisters/friends is resolved (also thanks in part to the liberating feeling of getting back at someone). The original woman or the less successful sister finally gets over their inability to trust and finally falls in love with a nice young black Christian man. There is a wedding and a big musical finale. Ta f-ing da.
Am I the only one that cares about these similarities and distinctions?
Warren Ellis’ new web comic community.
My first batch of Kombutcha came out, baby produced and all. No where near the oomph taste, fermentation, and culture wise of the stuff you buy bottled in the store but still all right. I’m thinking I need to experiment with types of teas and sugars, find exactly the right black chinese tea and the right sort/amount of sugar. The place I’ve got the stuff fermenting receives a fairly equal amount of heat and light throughout the day so that’s one factor I’m not worrying about. While perusing my tea options today I found a tea at the Whole that costs $102.99 a pound. I’m told this is almost as much as pot. I wouldn’t suggest smoking this stuff though.
Working my way through the Battlestar Galactica DVDs. Jamie had the idea of making a New Mexican version such as Commander Adama giving Lee his lighter and saying ‘Aye Pouto, you better bring back that lighter.’ Or how about, ‘¡Yyyyyy! ¡Starbuck! ¿Quien es mas macho?’
They could totally bling bling out the Vipers and have major tensions over chili shortages in their rations. Or is that water shortages? Hum..
DeeeeeeeeVotchKA time!
I haven’t seen them play in….years! Wweeeeee!
The lead singer has er, aged. So much so i didn't recognize him till he started singing. They've also replaced the drummer, this one's maybe a bit over enthusiastic. Though they didn’t play as much of a dancing set as they use to it was good good good to see them. And they played my current favorite of their songs.
Oh god the inHUMANITY!
T.I.A.I.L.W.: The very amazing, the very taken (by Kate Clinton), Urvashi Vaid.
Aw they’re so cuuute!
"You look exactly like ___ ___ from the porn ‘Turn me up over and on’"
Bubonicon
Roller Derby
Gay Rodeo
Everything is so immediate. It comes on, I feel it, and I let the feeling take me. I accept that in grieving and for my long term health I am not in complete control or my own autonomous agent now. These are both figments to begin with but they were just ones I was never use to dealing without before.
If I can believe that I will see my loved ones again, that each goodbye is not the last, that the sun will rise and another fragile life will not have been snuffed out unnaturally (which happens every day without fail anyway), then maybe I can start doing things that will build beyond my tomorrow. Our modern world requires long term building, how else do you think we sustain this sort of myriad of shit? I don’t see the point of building up a life if it can be taken away in a second. So till I do, it is only today and that is all.
I have a chauvinistic phone. It doesn’t know the words pussy, cunt, dildo, cunnilingus, tampon but it does know torpedo, dick, cock, woody, erection, prick, blowjob, and condom.
Bastard.
The most frightening thing about it all was how easy it was. Not only the ease of it but how utterly natural it seemed. The cougar’s jaw fits perfectly with the deer’s neck. This evolved over centuries of one snapping the other. Is that why the arrangement of the bones in arm to strike with a fist met with the sheer acceptance of these blows on the body before me? A whole new geometry blossomed in that ring. All of it angles and lines connecting in a grand twirling array of our steps around each other. It was not the dancing nor the music of the spheres, you can be sure of that. Nothing so grand or spiritual. I almost forgot that it was an event happening within time. I almost forgot that I was boxing; that I was beating someone senseless and doing it so simply and as purely as an elementary algebra equation.
But was I made for this? Was it made for me? Are the two equal?
Did Missy Elliot’s ‘Work It’ at kareoke last week. I got a bit confused by the way they were displaying the lyrics (which were wrong) but there were section of it I rocked. In the end everyone clapped and made some noise for me so I figure I did it well enough. Why does your voice NEVER sound any damn good to you when you’re up there?
Went in drag and did ‘King Of The Road’ this week. Got a variety of responses from the regulars from last week. Quite amusing. Why is it drag queens don’t bother the normal folk people as much as drag kings? Lawdy lawdy.
Subvert the gender paradigm!
Be a dick!
I must get a compression vest for boob binding next time so there aren't any..er...embarrassing slip outs.
I did met at least one very cool guy though. He was as amused by it all as i was. From our conversation I managed to flush out more horrible ways in which men hit on women. I never knew, get a load of this shit- the two ways that were divulged to me were:
Technique a:
1) Approach dame.
2) Make sure she sees you giving her an extensive scan with your eyes up and down.
3) Produce a pained scrunched up expression on your face.
4) Do the man dance with your shoulders moving from side to side.
Technique b:
1) Approach dame.
2) Introduce yourself, get her name.
3) Tell her your friend over there (gesture to table) thinks she’s really pretty and would like her number.
4) If she doesn’t give out her number then keep talking to her, your friend and not you will seem like the fool.
5) If she does give out her number keep it and call her. Apparently the fact the number wasn't meant for you isn't a problem.
“The level of honesty I require from my life partner is different from what I require from my sleazy room mates.” – Kate
I think it’s time. I need my own place. Me. And my cats. Some dust bunnies. And that’s it.
Just as soon as i have enough gumption to move out of the current house or the construction gets too loud.
Explosive
Maximum
Endurance
Basically any brown dog but in particular:
Alaskan Malamute, Kelpie, New Guinea Singing Dog, Pug, Chesapeake Bay Retriever, Weimaraner, St. Bernard, Staffordshire Bull Terrier, Penbroke Welsh Corgie, Lancashire Heeler, Ca De Bou, Bull Boxer, Canary Dog, Dogo Argentino, Olde English Bulldogge, Central Asian Sheepdog, Anatolian Shepard, Care Corso, Cao De Fila De San Miguel, Tibetan Spaniel.
If 50spf is 50 times your skins natural protection, and if all german/anglo blooded people like me have 0 natural skin protection then 50x0=0 or schite out of luck.
Now brewing Kombutcha!
Broke my first full pane of glass. The front screen/glass door to the house as I was going out to get the mail. I put my left shoulder to it as I turned the latch with my left hand as I always do and it came shattered down all over my left shoulder. For some odd reason none of it cut me and I just stood still while it happened. Not a single scratch, just a terrific breaking and shower of glass.
Anytime I get over 25mph on my new bike I’m grinnin’ in my helmet.
I got an electric litterbox. It swoops down upon their little cat scat, picks it up, drops it in a trough, wraps it up in plastic in a rectangular shape and shoots the bundle out into the neighbors yard. Just kidding. It still needs to prove itself more time efficient than regular scooping techniques. I think I just have to find the right fill level and type of litter.
Chanting regularly these days and when putting on the bike down the highway. Yo- that’s Nam myo-ho to you!
Have discovered our roof for sunbathing. Though a bitch to get on to and though we live down town there’s a 7ft square area that you can lie down in and NO one can see you. Cloud busting!
Went to tent rocks and met some Brits on the way up. They were enthused to hear my friend’s father was from Leets. They figured I was of direct British decent too so I had to correct them. “I’m an Aussie” and then there was a long ellipsis of trying to hide their distaste. Ha!
Got hard saddlebags for the Magna.
Went swimming in a real private pool for the first time all summer.
So much rain here it’s ridiculous. Albuquerque is flooding despite the Rio Grande and the city’s impressive aqueducts. It doesn’t look or smell like New Mexico this summer. It’s just so green which means lesser oil-based plants and more water based plants growing. Hence the lack of smell.
Kate’s engaged, engaged, engaged! And not in a bathroom ‘occupied’ sort of way! Clap your hands everybody! Suggestions for a bachelorette party?
I’m gonna be a bridesmaid for the first time ever at nico’s wedding next year!
“Dr. Al Qaeda, Paging Dr. Al Qaeda.” –Sandeep
“The conflict with Lebanon is ruining my relationship!” -Hillah
They have no banned liquids on plane flights. I think I’m either going to have to play the ‘how many cups of water can I bother the air host/ess for’ game or resort to drinking my own piss. Isn’t there some machine that can get the water out of piss and making it potable again?
Of course there are no Samurai anymore. They serve; that is their very function. There is no longer anyone to serve. Everything is either self service or a service being done for you in which you can not participate.
"Barbie doesn’t need a butsudon." -Peggy
What’s really disturbing is finding the doorknob to the garage of your parents house lightly greesed. uuuuh-h-h-h!
15 min till you can’t hear the church bells, 30 till you can’t hear the marching drums and an hour till you can’t hear the traffic from the interstate.
Went up Glorieta Baldy when I meant to take the nice canyon Ghost Town hike. Then I ran down Glorieta Baldy. Saw deer, hawk and BEAR tracks. The bear was a lone adolescent. Much scat with half eaten berries in it, two eagle feathers and a plethora of birds I couldn’t identify. Many new oak saplings all over. I saw a black bodied electric orange antennas and wings wasp dragging a small not entirely dead tarantula somewhere or other. And there were three black fuzzy spiky caterpillar things with a band of brown around them. What a hike!
After some thoughtful reflection as to the period of time where in I was dating, it has been discovered my dating talent is:
After dating me you will move away from Santa Fe/New Mexico within 6 months.
UNLESS you are a lesbian over the age of 30 in which case I will insight your lust and jealousy but you won’t be moving anywhere other than between girlfriends.
So many relationships that need either a lot of work or a quick reality check-in. I’ll be damned if I’m gonna do all of it myself though.
Also so many relationships where the other party doesn’t know how I’ve changed, doesn’t know what I’ve been through, or what I’m currently going through. They have no clue that I look at our relationship in a totally different light now. They don’t know not because I haven’t let them in, not because I haven’t let them know in one way or another, ‘Oh, yeah, by the way my mum finally carked it. As you might expect I’m totally devo’, but because they just haven’t made themselves fucking available. (Skip to the end if you want to know what 'being available' entails)
I don’t blame people for being afraid of death or for not understanding it, no. Not at all. What I blame them for is when they have said that they loved you and you come to deal with the hardest thing you’ll ever have to deal with and for whatever reason they either can’t, don’t, or won’t, give support. That’s fucking pitiful.
It’s true, you may be forced to consider the loss of your own parents when talking with me or thinking about me. It is not true that by doing these things you will get some sort of parent killing disease.
If you’re just tuning in, let me tell you two things. Death changes everything. Doesn’t it?
Simply saying 'call if you need anything' a.k.a. the hands off approach, doesn't cut it. You are venturing nothing with that statement. Those suffering don't also want to be beggars for their communities attention and comfort. That is your job as a friend and loved one to provide it directly. Giving them a phone call, sending a letter, that is not in any way crowding those in mourning. Though it may be awkward for both parties at first, if you love them, stay with them. You will have done more good by it than you know.
I’m really having problems reading people’s little worries and day to day. I'm having problems listening to it too but my main access to the outside world while i'm up here in Buffalo is through the internet.
It’s not so much the subject matter as the lack of restraint or passion concerning it that really creates the “Wah-wah-wah” that Charlie Brown had to listen forever from his teacher. Wah-wah-wah wah-wah. Wah.
Once again, I’m thinking about tricking out the new bike. This is the way of things. You get a new bike, you want to trick it out. I could get a rain cover for the bike, chrome luggage rack, luggage set that slips over the padded sissy bar, chrome radiator cap, maybe one of those map holder gas tank thingies. And…well I guess that’s about it. The bike already came with the extras that I would have wanted to added myself and has just about everything I need (except I really need to acquire a set of saddle bags soon.) This bike has got more chrome than you can shake a tube of metal shine polish at, yo. Since I don’t really go for fringed leather and I prefer fake leather to real on a bike for durability’s sake, there’s very little for me to add to the rig.
There. That’s not too much tricking out now is it?
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Carmen Sandiego, who I idolized as a child and tracked through many an educational hour in the hopes of sighting.
If I can make my flight back to Albuquerque or not tomorrow all rests on the weather. They won’t ship my cats if the weather forecasted for when we are stopped over in Cincinnati is above 85. I will not go without my cats. So…I may end up on the east coast for at least a week more while I wait for the fairs to drop below the ridiculous $500 mark. In which case, I’m a gonna party my AAASSSS off in Boston or NYC biatch!
Leeway Alley.
Ew EW-EW-EW-EW.
For the first time in my life I stepped on a slug last night. With bare feet. I may be a rough and tumble doesn’t-mind-stink-dirt-and-whatever-other-gross kinda girl but that was just too much! Even I have my limits. The worst part of the whole thing was having to really scrub to get the slime off- it just wouldn’t come OFF.
AHHHHH! EW EW EW!
Yes this is blog worthy material dear readers- when was the last time you saw ME being GROSSED OUT?
That is...successful if you don’t mind getting smacked a few times trying it on various people. Read it for yourself!
He calls himself a ‘lesbro’, You know, the male version of a faghag.
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