Archive for August 2004

Today’s Dictionary.com horoscope is: senescence, or GETTING OLD.  Heh.  Yesterday’s was gamine, which is a sort of a female URCHIN.  I didn’t want to say it because it depended too much on how I interpreted that.  If the doctor visit came out badly, of course the word would paint me as a tragic waif, roaming the streets in a futile attempt to beg, borrow or steal enough money to cure that dirty, disgusting Quasimodo lump on her neck. But really I don’t think the word really implies anything tragic per se.  It’s more like a free spirit… an urchin, yes (which I kind of am if I look at myself a certain way) but a "playfully mischievous" one who follows her nose and lives the life she wants to.  That’s a whole lot better description of me, even if I’m not skinny and French.  And since the doctor visit came out in the best way possible, I now feel free to allow that the Oracle Knows Best.  Of course I’m twisting these words to mean whatever the hell I want, just like when I play with the Tarot or I Ching (which I haven’t done in ten, twenty years?).  I think it’s pretty funny, are y’all getting sick of this game?  Oh well, too bad!

Good lord, WHY do they keep mistaking us musicians for terrorists?!? What is UP with that?

Pitchfork: Polyphonic Spree drummer snagged by FBI

Whoahhhhh… I don’t think it’s true though. That would be too easy.

Chicagoist: Human Waste Linked to Dave Matthews?

From Boing Boing: Eccentric diner-menu infodesign

Drill down to the Calvin Trillin article. I only ate here once… naturally, I promptly forgot what it was called and where it was located. It should remain an enigma stuffed in a hollowed-out loaf of bread fried in boiling pickle-juice and garnished with gummy-bear pico de gallo.

Wow. Just wow.

Boing Boing: Koko the Gorilla uses sign language to request dental work

MacCentral: Apple releases Mac OS X v10.3.5

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep!  I just had another dream.  I was waiting to ride to the doctor’s with a group of guys: John, and a bunch of my old roommates from when I lived at the loft space on S. Wabash.  We were in my grandparents’ old house?! And I had my laptop sitting there open, and while I was in the other room, they got into my website and changed everything.  They posted a whole series of weird photos and strange graffiti-like entries, changed the template so it had a black background, erased all my old entries.  Not only that, they removed all the icons from my dock and replaced my Firefox browser with some horrible version of Internet Explorer that had no menus so I had a hard time even closing it.  I was already all upset and worried about the lump on my neck and couldn’t believe they’d fuck with me that way, don’t they have a heart at all?  I couldn’t get my computer back the way it was, or my website either, there was no time.

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I am the worst insomniac!!  So… I have a weird little lump on the back of my neck, I noticed it about a week ago and it just seems odd to me.  I was getting visions of Andy Kaufman’s "Touch the Cyst" routine (don’t ask, it’s SO grody) so I googled it up and… I don’t think that’s what it is, I think it’s probably NOTHING.  But I e-mailed Daddy and asked him if he had any idea, and he told me yeah, it probably is nothing but GET YOUR ASS TO A FUCKING DOCTOR!  (Where did I get my potty-mouth I wonder?  ha ha.) I haven’t been in years, because I have no insurance and no money, plus there’s the attitude problem: I just hate submitting myself to doctors unless I absolutely have to.  So, yeah.  I’m calling the CWHC first thing; I used to go there to get my b.c. pills. They may not deal with that kind of thing but if not, they’ll refer me to a G.P. or whatever.  Ugh. If I do go the doctor, it’ll be nothing, if I don’t… at best, I’ll worry, and that’s no good.  At worst… ???  Shut up.

Just finished practicing again.  The fourth?  Yeah.  I wasn’t gonna beat myself up if I didn’t do it today (this being Relaxation Day and all) but I did anyway, and was rewarded by the sudden reemergence of my voice’s lower register.  Ha ha.  When Rian came over on Thursday the low notes were just coming out like a *breath*, not really a note; I was worried that I’d lost a whole section of my voice and it was gone forever!  Croaked.  But it’s back, at least it’s here tonight and I’m well pleased with that.

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HA HA HA HA HA!!!! The digital magpie pecks away at MSN’s attempt to horn in on the markets of Blogger, TypePad et al.

Phil Ringnalda: First look at MSN blogs

Today’s Dictionary.com horoscope is:

efface \ih-FAYS, transitive verb:
1. To cause to disappear by rubbing out, striking out, etc.; to erase; to render illegible or indiscernible.
2. To destroy, as a mental impression; to wipe out; to eliminate completely.
3. To make (oneself) inconspicuous.

I need to use today to calm down, I was thinking that the minute I woke up. Wipe that mental slate clean for next week. So if you see me posting a bunch of brainwork here, just tell me to shut up and take a nap or something, okay?

The oracle has spoken…

This is pretty awful. Apologies in advance!  I did laugh though.

(From Renee Palmer, via Susan M. Thomas)

Weird little snippet of a nappy-dream:  I’m laying on the couch in somebody’s living room, surrounded by snoozing bandmates cocooned in their sleeping bags.  It’s time to get up; everybody rustles to wakefulness but Ryan, who’s reclined on a La-Z-Boy type chair next to the couch.  I give him a gentle "Ryyyyannnn…", nothing happens.  A little louder: *Ryan*.  Nothing.  So… "RYAN!" Nope.  Everybody’s all… what the fuuu??  So I kinda yell it this time RYAN!!  The bandmates and I look at each other in horror thinking "This guy is either completely deaf and he never told us, or he’s fuckin’ with our heads!" I give him a noodge on the shoulder and he does wake up and gives no indication he was foolin’.  But then he starts talking so… huh.  Prank?  Or for real?  How can a person be a bassist and be deaf?  He must be feeling the vibration of the low notes through his feet, and he must be an excellent lip-reader.  Weeeird.  Well, as long as he can play, I suppose.  Oh, and I noticed a HUGE spiderweb going all across the room; I pointed it out to Ryan and plotted out the course I’d have to take to avoid it going to the bathroom/kitchen or wherever. Just in case no one wanted to play the hero and rip it down; that sure wasn’t gonna be ME.

I’ve seen this before and probably linked to it too, but it’s just so wonderful, who cares? Now that they’re all sold out they oughta come up with kits so we can create our own.  Mine would be hilarious I’m sure.  Texas would take up at least 1/4 of our continent fer starters, and the Great Lakes would be the shape of a hand, and practically as big as any ocean.  Minnesota would be on TOP of Wisconsin instead of to the west, and… what happened to Michigan?  (Words that actually came out of my mouth on one drive from Chicago to Madison.  Yeah.)

I’m getting a little behind in my journaling here, just so’s you know.  Forgetting or not having time to blog about fun things I’m doing (or just "things").  That’s okay, that’s always been the case to a greater or lesser degree… what goes up here has always been just a little cross-section of what’s going on my life, there’s always stuff I can’t talk about out of respect to others’ privacy, and lots of other stuff that just slips through the cracks. I’ve been pretty good lately about including whatever I can, but that can’t last forever, as I enter a phase of getting myself out in the real world a little more.  The past few months have been such a MENTAL time for me; if all the action’s in my mind then I can sit here and blog it as I’m thinking it.  And if the brainwork mostly involves myself and not other people, there’s very little I can’t disclose to the whole world.  Not that they’d necessarily WANT to read that crap, but I can blog it and still sleep at night, and owe very few apologies the next morning.  Heh.

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