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last modified Dec 22, 2001 at 22:31
What ARE they doing with Cerrillos Road anyway?? They seem to be working on a section that is fairly new to begin with- i can't see why they need a bull dozer to 'refurbish' the center median but it's totally cocking up traffic. Sigh. Guess i'll be avoiding Santa Fe's main road for the next year. At least we live off Zia so we have the good fortune of not having to use Cerrillos and can use Siringo, St. Fran, and St. Mike's instead.
I've decided Cerro Gordo is my new favorite road in town. I want to a party at a owner made home complete with old greenhouse, outhouse, adobe temple, teepee, sweat lodge and a 25+ year old eagle with broken wings. Wow. There seem to be some old adobe family churches up there too that i'd like to check out.
I just started listening to The Misfits. I think I’m going to try singing ‘London Dungeon’ at karaoke sometime soon.
Etta James! In Albuquerque! We go!
I’d heard about this whole movement but I watched the video and it made me all misty.
a: "Kitty has, like, 6 nipples"
c: "What?"
a: "The cat, he's got 6 nipples. It's weird."
c: "Oh. Yeah."
a: "...You know i'd really like to help deliver and raise a litter of kitten. Kittens make me squeal. I don't want to breed them, there are enough cat's in the world."
c: "Mmm...i'm sure that can happen somehow in the future."
a: "...I remember this one time i saw a litter of kittens and it made me so excited I squeezed my friend's arm so hard I hurt them."
c: "Huh? ugh. You keep waking me up."
a: "Oh, Sorry."
a: "...What kind of cows do you like?"
c: "sHut the FUCK UP!"
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Tallulah Bankhead and basically, like, everyone she slept with.
Ok right. I realized something there other day that has to do with the fact that Everything Has Changed. If you’ve been in my life the past 2 years you know what and that’s why.
When everything changes the meaning of things change. Being rather fond of writing a verse or telling a story (is that a word piddler or peddler?) or course this means my writing is affected. This is why I really haven’t been writing these past two years. There’s a line here and there that come to me and these simple lines mean volumes to me. They’re little revelations about connections that are only meant for me. I’m trying to find my footing in this world of new meaning. My personal lexicon for emotions and metaphors has to be built up again. The only way to do it? Keep writing, or at least thinking about writing.
What is it your soul must say to the world?
Last spring you cried over flowers
that would bloom again without you.
This spring they bloom once more
And I cry over you.
This, of course, all happened. I don’t know yet how to express the fact I am crying over the same person’s grave while seeing flowers of spring bloom a second time a year later. That the first time when I was with them and they cried over spring blooms I didn’t understand it. Upon seeing the flowers bloom and being alone I think I do. This poem just doesn’t work as a piece to communicate and experience and emotion to other people but it means volumes to me. Besides, the ending sounds trite.
Here’s another example:
The night my mother died
The sun broke blazing
through the heavy clouds and drizzling sky.
The only beautiful thing I have seen
in this landscape I otherwise abandoned
to drudgery and grief.
Alright, this can be tweaked here and there. The lines and rhythm of it are absolutely off as far as I’m concerned but again regardless of how I tweak it it still doesn’t sound right. This isn’t the original of this poem which was lost in a computer crash a year ago, this is a remembered version. It’s easy to trick ones self into believing that the original (and unedited) inspired moment was more pure and complete but I won’t fall for that.
Rejoice! Meatpaper is here!
REAL Absinth now for sale in US. If you don’t hear from me for a while I might just be hanging out with the green fairy. Check bars in ABQ that carry the stuff…
New Kids On The Block are getting back together. They look much more like a lot of wankers now than back in the day...
From: United nations
Subject: dept reconciliation department.
Though I may:
a) be responsible for the world’s economic problems
b) not suffer from white upper middle class guilt
I am:
smart enough to not open THAT can of worms.
About 20 min ago my motorcycle ran out of its reserve tank gas. The guy I bought it from was wrong- you can make it 13 miles, not 10, on the reserve tank and no more. Fumes do not help. It’s sitting on Del Gado before Acequia Madre. I walked to a local tea house down the million dollar quaint Canyon road art galleries bursting with huge price tags, some good but repetitive art but mostly outright crap. My weighty backpack is loaded with laptop stuff and the pieces that will soon become my picture portfolio for blades and other hand made pieces. I wasn’t about to walk to the nearest gas station in the opposite direction with this load and in these boots. Besides- I’d have to buy a new gas container and because it’s a ‘historic’ gas station (and the only one in the downtown area) it’s bloody expensive. This theme of being thwarted by my own cheapness will come up again in my next paragraph. You wouldn’t believe.
I’m trying to cool my heels and wait here at the tea house because, in the face of fate, what more can you do? Call Ghost Busters? But it doesn’t work, it never does. I don’t work like that and everyone else I know is AT work right now. No- instead I rile against fate like always. To add insult to injury I’m starving, I don’t want to spend a lot of money here, and what do my eyes land on listed in the menu?:
Struggling artist’s meal
Small salad greens only with dressing and bread $5.75
Who the fuck are you kidding; even if you are the best tea house in town in one of the most expensive areas! Your wi-fi is like a lame dog!
In other news it’s either allergies or altitude sickness I’ve got. I’m not exactly congested, I have dry mucus, but my god my brow/frontal lobe throbs. I will have to take up my regiment of neti potting my nose out and taking Zone 6 again.
On The Mat just opened a shop in ABQ. Mine is not to reason why- mine is but to fight and not die. And get some good gear in the process...
Because i too get obsessive about messages with mystery origin left on things: Stamped Money
Now i've been looking for a job. Perhaps to facilitate actualizing the reality of employment i should employ the fake FOB (fresh of boat) worker's chant from Mrs. Doubtfire: I AM JOB.
Gah, the newspaper if filled with hopeless and dull jobs and craigslist isn't really fetching anything fitting. I've forgotten- you gotta do it face to face around here. You're interested in something? GO SEE THEM! All my good jobs here have been gotten that way. Aye well, i have a feeling i may be falling back on my old erratic occupation of artists model for a while; i which case, at least it's not winter.
tralala-lala. I am still full from the Culman's sedar. Oy (what the beginning of a journey of 10,000 miles begins with).
Since i have no schedule i am in a making of gratuitous lists mode. I come back to Santa Fe and start twanging the connection cords and up in front of my eyes the web of people and more impressively the possibilities catch me up. I want to do everything and i want to do it all at once. Hey as Susan say- if it's not impossible why do it? Despite my impatience i still feel like i have my whole life before me- all that time and so much of it.
A trip back to Austin is tentatively planned around the time of Marcello Monteiro's seminar.
Speaking of which, it looks like the main fight action around here is actually not around here. It's in Denver and Colorado at large. Oh sure there's the odd rumble at a casino in state or something in town at the Sweeney but the BJJ school hikes it up to Denver for the big events.
Now that I’m back I’m reminded that there is a certain ingredient that is present even in the air here:
Green chili stew, Green chili poppers, Green chili sushi, Green chili tempura, Green chili ice cream, Green chili papadan, Green chili pakora, Green chili jelly, Green chili chutney, Green chili salsa, Green chili quiche, Green chili casserole, Green chili breakfast burrito, Green chili rice, Green chili pesto, Green chili aeole, Green chili cheese strata, Green chili quesadilla, Green chili spring rolls, Green chili cheese spread, Green chili enchilada, Green chili salmon burger, Green chili pizza, Green chili bagel, Green chili shepherds pie, Green chili stir fry, Green chili gravy, Green chili chicken meat balls, Green chili polenta, Green chili bread, Green chili corn bread, Green chili sauce, Green chili pistachios, Green chili beer, Green chili candy, Green chili sausages, Green chili wine, Green chili
Yep. That’s about it.
More acquisitions: bandsaw, hand sander, wrenches, jig saw, kiln. Yes, KILN. Bloody KILN with three octagon sections, a pyrometer that not only reads individual temps for the sections but that you can program with- either individually or all at once, vent, racks, goes up to 2400 degrees. Ah, a tempur-pedic mattress and bookshelves.
I registered with SFCC and now am trying to set up a way to bypass the ‘materials and safety’ basic class so I can do Artistic Welding I and the ever pursued Contemporary Bronze Casting only offered in the summer. Otherwise I have to wait to take this safety class in the fall for 8 weeks, 2 credit hours. I’d rather have shards of metal flung into my eyeball by a grinder at 80 grit honestly.
Ahem- Look Look! I worked in a forge with heavy machinery, minimal safety equipment, and protection! I still have all my fingers! Go me! Me <---Safe
Well if I either don’t test out of it or CAN’T I’ll be doing Jewelry/Metal Arts I and maybe ‘Build a workbench’ and ‘Build a router table’. Only if I get to take home what I’ve made, right? I also need to figure out if i'm eligible for the FAFSA in any way at all since i'm not working towards a career.
The SFCC has a branch of the SBA that has seminars for $20 every weekend. They also love to give low APR loans to single women opening businesses and will help you with business plans and forecasts. God I need to know so much more about having a small business and all the ridiculous paperwork and issues therein.
Signed up with the BJJ school in town. Will start next week. Let’s hope this 2 weeks off my ankle will actually help. I fear it hasn’t but either way i must exercise. I won’t be going to the upcoming Grapplers Quest to compete or watch- too short notice!
Not so enthused about job offer at a local pizza place I received. They start at min. pay wage here (9.50/h). I’ve done pizza for 3 years already and assistant managed a pizza joint. There is nothing that gets me excited about it at this point and with as much experience as I have (even though they just want general workers) this is NOT fitting. All the small businesses I’ve talked to are in the same state- they all have to offer the living wage and that’s all they can offer right now. Feck. I’ll be looking into a position at the Santa Fe Opera as a set construction helper. Hell- maybe I should get some dumb UPS/USPS job. All the jobs are either interesting and not that much money or not interesting and decent money. Gah.
On a whim I was in the area and talked to a guy at BMW. I’ve changed my mind. I don’t mind the arse on the Z4 and I may like it better than the Z3 now. The bike I will be test driving in July is this. I also checked out this beast. The Z4 M roadster is still my idea of modern car perfection.
Going away party pics here.
In town news Harley has bought out Honda and will be opening a show room/shop behind the Toys 'r' Us on Rodeo. Finally. A shop that won't dick about with it's work and will actually specialize in Honda! It's like a miracle when i think about all my days of dealing with the crappy local service shops. Hooray!
It seems like ive waited my whole life for a band like The Hot As Shits to come along...
I-Pei, fellow BJJer and braver of the Wimberley wilds wrote an artical on me for her blog/our school. Here. If you've ever wondered about that place i disapeared into and never updated about, her wonderful blog will give you the idea.
So currently i'm at java joes, the coffee shop down from our cute home, and it's snowing. ....What?
If i wasn't in a daze about being back in the 505 i certainly am now.
Aquisitions: a funky dresser with swing mirror at goodwill was obtained. A NEW DRAFTING TABLE at a tenth of the retail cost was also obtained. I never thought i'd have one in my life because they are all so expensive. Wow.
Somewhat gainful and/or enjoyable employment: I checked in at the local comic shop for employment and also ye best bloody chocolatte shoppe on earthe. Nothing going immediately.
Still have to check in with the BJJ crowd but honestly- i want to wait one more week and see if this ankel injury i've been dragging around for a month + will get better. Even if im not rolling i keep re-injuring it in stupid ways- putting my foot up on otomans and taking my pants off. How humiliating.
The female-cat folk are hissing it out for now. Percy, as always, could care less as long as he has a spot in the sun to sleep and someone to keep him warm.
Projects: I will be fixing up my old Honda Rebel for Cheryl to ride on. After i teach her to ride that is. I will also be switching out the mini greasel tank on the passenger side of my truck for a full tank in the back, yet to be made/cut/welded out of an aluminum truck toold box i picked up. Thinking about getting a kit from Greasecar. Start brewing kombutcha again. I will be a craigslist, pawn shop, freecycle, and garage/yard sale junk yard dog in the comming weeks. Give me your TOOLS AND METAL! I am building a FORGE people!
AHHHH!!! AHHH! AHHHHHHHH!
and now that that moving freak out over for the next 5 minutes, go watch an anime music video for 'My Humps' since i can't find the video of me doing it. Here's something new from Kelly while we're at it: No Booty Calls.
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