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| Friday, May 16th, 2008 |
justbepatient
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4:55p |
$15 (covers shipping within the US) - fits up to a 34" bust, 24" long, light gray...off shoulder style. this is brand new. |
morgankissboys
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4:18p |
LOL YAY
first OMG review:
A lil cute exert that'll look nice on a box:
"From its attractive and talented actors’ naturalistic performances to its perfectly chosen soundtrack, OMG/HaHaHa impresses with a unique and inviting charm." |
justbepatient
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1:27p |
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justbepatient
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12:09p |
detail shot:
SOLD $50 - (that covers shipping/tracking within the US) - 18"x24" acrylics, gouache, inks, colored pencils, watercolors and charcoal on thick quality coldpress (arrives signed)
$50 - (that covers shipping/tracking within the US) - 18"x24" acrylics, gouache, inks, colored pencils, watercolors and charcoal on thick quality coldpress (arrives signed)
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errant_girl
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11:51a |
Japanese leg sleeve, Finished!!!! And finally.......... here are the pics of the finished leg sleeve. This was just under 40 hours worth of "tattoo time". Some butt cheak in pics so possibly NSFW, but I don't think it's that bad.  ( the rest of the sleeve pics Warning, some ) Current Mood:  accomplished |
| Thursday, May 15th, 2008 |
errant_girl
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11:43p |
Ali / Liston backpiece... DONE!!!! Here are some pics of the Ali / Liston backpiece I finished on Wednesday. I hope ya'll like them.... Current Mood: accomplished |
| Friday, May 16th, 2008 | |
softerworldfeed
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9:08a |
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justbepatient
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11:27a |
WIN THIS 18"x24" PAINTING
 $10 per ticket. This raffle is open to everyone/everywhere and runs until all of the tickets have been sold. Once you've purchased a ticket, please IM me, so I can add your name to the list. 1. psychonaut (iam) 2. sara (myspace) 3. sara (myspace) 4. ceylon (myspace) 5. gretel (iam) 6. cumulushumilis (iam) 7. candace (iam) 8. miso (iam) 9. casey (iam) 10. rebecca stacy (myspace) 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. |
greygirlbeast
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11:08a |
"You have set something in motion..." Not quite awake, though I bloody well ought to be. What good is raisin/cinnamon toast with organic cream cheese and a glass of Gatorade if it doesn't wake you up? Yesterday, I wrote 1,083 words on Chapter One of The Red Tree. Mostly, how Sarah Crowe met "Amanda Tyrell."* I think this is the last scene in the chapter. Another day or two of writing. After the writing, I packed eight boxes of books, before admitting I was too tired to pack anything more. But the office is damn near done. I've never written in an empty office before, all the shelves bare of books. Almost all of them. Only fourteen days left until M Day. Fourteen Days. Two weeks. Two of those days will be lost to a couple more day trips to Burningspam (to see my doctor, then to retrieve my belongings from the storage unit), so, really, we have only twelve days remaining in which to pack, etc. And I have only six writing days left before the move. Wow. Fourteen days. 336 hours. Well, no, because it's already 11:30 ayem, so more like 324.5 hours. 19,470 minutes. 1,168,200 seconds (give or take). Spooky's gonna smack me when she sees this breakdown. It rained all day yesterday. Later, sometime After dinner, we...well, never mind that part. But after that part, we watched a whole bunch of the special features on the Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street DVDs. Helena Bonham Carter is cuter than anyone has a right to be. Later still, Spooky read to me from House of Leaves — mostly the section on Karen Navidson's short films What Some Have Thought and A Brief History of Who I Love. I still find the Hunter S. Thompson comments priceless. Then Spooky fell asleep, and I read to myself from Ronald Rainger's biography of Henry Fairfield Osborn — Chapter 6, "The Museum, the Zoo, and the Preservation of Nature" — until about 3 ayem. And I'm two doses into the antibiotic, and, of course, they frell with my stomach. Stupid tick. Oh, and before I forget again, I post the following for the kindly, T-shirt making aliens over at Ziraxia (who brought you the Stiff Kitten Ts):  Shiny! You must have one. You must. And right now, they're on sale for only $12.99 (through Monday, when the price goes back to $16.99). Though, I will say that I think "No Power in the 'Verse" would be a better campaign slogan. Maybe we can use those on the bumper stickers and yard signs. 350.org. * We never learn "Amanda's" true name in the book, as Sarah only uses a pseudonym when referring to her. Current Mood:  awakeCurrent Music: NIN, "Meet Your Master" |
stmarc
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9:44a |
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| Thursday, May 15th, 2008 |
greygirlbeast
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10:20p |
Want
I want to know how it'll end.
I want to be sure of what it'll cost.
I want to strangle the stars for all they promised me.
I want you to call me on your drug phone.
I want to keep you alive so there is always the possibility of murder later.
I want to be there when you learn the cost of desire.
I want you to understand that my malevolence is just a way to win
I want the name of the ruiner.
I want matches in case I have to suddenly burn.
I want you to know that being kind is overrated.
I want to write my secret across your sky.
I want to watch you lose control.
I want to watch you lose.
I want to know exactly what it's going to take.
I want to see you insert yourself into glory.
I want your touches to scar me so I'll know where you've been.
I want you to watch when I go down in flames.
I want a list of atrocities done in your name.
I want to reach my hand into the dark and feel what reaches back.
I want to remember when my nightmares were clearer.
I want to be there when your hot black rage rips wide open.
I want to taste my own kind.
I want to be wrapped in cold wet sheets to see if it's different on this side.
I want you to come on strong.
I want to leave you out in the cold.
I want the exact same thing... but different.
I want some soft drugs.. some soft, soft drugs.
I want to throw you.
I want you to know I know.
I want to know if you read me.
I want to swing with my eyes shut and see what I hit.
I want to know just how much you hate me so I can predict what you'll do.
I want you to know the wounds are self-inflicted.
I want a controlling interest.
I want to be somewhere beautiful when I die.
I want to be your secret hater.
I want to stop destroying you but I can't.
And I want and I want and I want.
And I will always be hungry.
And I want and I want and I want... -- Recoil Current Mood:  satisfiedCurrent Music: Smashing Pumpkins, "Blank Page" |
errant_girl
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5:53p |
I am tired, and pissed off. Oi!!!!!! |
greygirlbeast
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10:36a |
Blank Page So, Spooky called my doctor yesterday, about the tick. And my doctor immediately prescribed a ten-day regimen of doxycycline (one of of the tetracycline antibiotics), as a preventative measure, just in case the Lone Star tick in question was carrying one of the four rather nasty diseases for which they can act as vectors. But, on the other hand, my doctor is a little overzealous with antibiotics, and I've not been on any antibiotic, by choice, since August 2002 (when I needed them for an infected spider bite on my leg). But. I will take the doxycycline, though my instincts tell me not to, because I don't want to risk Alabama getting in the last laugh by rendering me sick all summer with some vermin-borne illness. By the way, the tick in question now floats in a specimen jar of alcohol on my desk. She's a rather fascinating little thing. Yesterday, we read over what I've written on Chapter One of The Red Tree, again. Recall, we just did this on Sunday. But I wanted to be sure I have the narrator (Sarah Crowe) solidly in my head. With luck, I can finish Chapter One and maybe even toss in a vignette for Sirenia Digest sometime between now and next Wednesday. That will be my last normal "work day," the 21st, before the move (14 days remaining). We also did a lot of packing yesterday. I lost track of how many boxes of books. The new battery for my iBook arrived via the post. I've been asked to write a "signature review" (one with my name on it) for Publisher's Weekly, though I cannot yet identify the novel or the author. I even get paid. This was one of those things I really didn't have time to take on just now, but I did, anyway. As promised yesterday, behind the cut are photos that Spooky took on Tuesday of the Ezra Winter murals at the Birmingham Public Library. They are a far sight better than the ones that the Library has online (the link above). Ezra Winter was born in Manistee, Michigan in 1886, and was educated at Olivet College and the Chicago Academy of Fine Arts. He also studied at the Prix de Rome and the American Academy in Rome. After returning to the US, Winter began a successful career as a muralist, and did work in Manhattan, Chicago, and Washington, DC (his studio was in New York City). In "the early 1920s," the Birmingham Public Library commissioned him to do the murals for the main reading room of their (then) newly constructed library building, depicting various figures from literature and history. They're oil on canvas, fixed to the walls with white lead. Winter was present for the mounting of the paintings. I first saw the murals sometime around 1975. Back then, they were sooty and in bad shape, but were cleaned and restored in the 1980s. Anyway, the photos: ( Ezra Winter and the Birmingham Public Library )Last night, Spooky made a big pot of chili, and after dinner we watched two more episodes from Season Two of Millennium — "Midnight of the Century" and "Goodbye Charlie." It was cool seeing the late Darren McGavin as Frank's father in the former, as McGavin also appeared twice on The X-Files, as agent Arthur Dales. Anyway, then I worked on the Palaeozoic Museum in New Babbage, mostly on the wall in the Great Hall devoted the pterosaurs ( Dimorphodon, Pterodactylus, Rhamphorhynchus, and Pteranodon) and fossil birds ( Hesperornis and Archaeopteryx). And I think I was in bed sometime after two ayem, and Spooky read to me from House of Leaves until about three ayem. I was up at 9:30, because I'm trying to get on an earlier schedule, even if it means I slept only about six hours. Truly, I've already cut back on Second Life, and will be doing so even more in the end of May. The move, my health, and far too many deadlines. And this is the very last time I'll post a link to the Amazon wish list thing before birthday -04, though we are only halfway through the Royal Birthday Month. And my thanks for all the comments yesterday. They help, these days, and I don't know that we've had that many for one entry in quite sometime. I should include nasty x-rays of my teeth more often. 350.org. Current Mood: awakeCurrent Music: The Smashing Pumpkins, "Blank Page" |
| Wednesday, May 14th, 2008 |
stmarc
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8:55p |
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greygirlbeast
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6:15p |
"And it runs deeper than you dare to dream it could be..." A couple of things I missed in this morning's monster of a post. First, Spooky's father, Dr. Richard Pollnac (Professor of Anthropology and Marine Affairs, University of Rhode Island) will be joining Chip Barber (Environmental Officer, U.S. Agency for International Development) for a live webcast entitled "Troubled Waters: Anticipating, Preventing, and Resolving Conflict Around Fisheries." It's being broadcast from Washington, DC, but you can watch it here (May 15, 2008, 12:00 p.m. - 2:00 p.m., EST). The talk will focus on "...the interactions between demographics, environmental stress, livelihoods, and conflict in the context of fisheries, with a particular focus on Southeast Asia." Spooky's dad has been conducting field studies of fisheries worldwide since the 1960s, from Lake Victoria (Uganda) to Alaska to Vietnam to Thailand to Indonesia to...well, all over. On a somewhat related note, there's an article at the "ProTraveller" website, "20 Cities, Islands & Countries Threatened By Global Warming." On the one hand, well, it does call attention to particular treasures that are being and will be lost to global warming (the Galapagos Islands, Manhattan, London, Jakarta, Glacier National Park, the snows of Mount Kilimanjaro, etc.). On the other hand, I think that it somehow manages to miss the point. Yes, all these sites are indeed endangered, but that's only because the seas are rising worldwide, meaning all coastlines, everywhere, will experience drastic change during this century with even the lowest estimates of sea-level rise. Every inch of coastline, no exceptions. So, spotlighting these twenty sites, and lines like "You might want to book a trip to see some of them before it's too late!" just comes off a wee bit glib. I mean, species face extinction, hundreds of millions of people will be displaced, economies will tumble, and the very face of the globe will change...and we'll lose all these sweet vacation spots. Er...yeah. Meanwhile, new figures published by the U.S. Department of Commerce, National Oceanic & Atmospheric Administration, based on ongoing studies at Hawaii's Mount Loa volcano, indicate that atmospheric CO2 levels have now risen to 387 parts per million, the highest in 650,000 years. To put that in perspective, the earliest-known fossils that can be referred to Homo sapiens sapiens only date back a paltry 195,000 years (Richard Leakey's "Omo remains" from the Omo National Park in Ethiopia). If we go back 650ka, we reach the Middle Pleistocene, a time when Homo sapiens sapiens had yet to evolve (though remains of another subspecies, Homo sapiens idaltu, the first recognizably "modern" humans, and possibly the direct ancestor of Homo sapiens sapiens, have been recovered from strata that old). 350.org. Current Mood:  tiredCurrent Music: Smashing Pumpkins, "Stand Inside Your Love" |
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softerworldfeed
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1:55p |
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greygirlbeast
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10:48a |
...and her hundred miles to hell. I am a very lucky nixar. No gaping, bloody wound in my head. My dentist is wise and merciful, and I was allowed to keep that right second upper molar. It seems the discomfort was arising from a problem caused by upper and lowers no longer occluding properly (because of the work done on the cracked tooth in February). A little grinding (not even the indignity of Novacaine, thank the gods) Still, she gave me Lortab and penicillin scripts, just in case something should go wrong in there before I find a new dentist in Providence. She's been my dentist since March 2000, and it was an oddly bittersweet parting. Anyway, don't ever say that I've never given you a glimpse of true horror, because if you look behind the cut, you'll find x-rays of my frelled-up mouth: ( You've been warned )After the dentist, enormously relieved and not low on blood, we dropped by the storage unit to see just how annoying moving everything out of it will be on May 27th. Not too bad. And then we went to the Birmingham Public Library, and I sat beneath the beautiful old murals in the Linn-Henley wing. That part of the library appears in Threshold, and it's on that very short list of things I will miss about the South. Truthfully, in an alternate-world Alabama with an entirely different cultural and political climate, I could probably have lived my whole life in Birmingham. Anyway, Spooky took some photos, and I'll put them up tomorrow, after she's had time to edit them. Today, you just get gnarly teeth. We saw an assortment of flattened and living fauna along I-20: crows, buzzards, deer, armadillos, dogs, a hawk. At the rest stop just across the Alabama state line, we spotted a large (probably female) Broad-headed skink ( Eumeces laticeps). Spooky tried to get a photo, but the lizard did not cooperate. Alas. After the library, we stopped by my Mother's house in Leeds, and spent a couple of hours there, just talking. She's coming up to Providence to visit in the autumn. I suppose, now that there is not unsightly recovery to endure, I shall be trying to finish up Chapter One of The Red Tree, beginning today. I need to have that done, and also Issue No. 30 of Sirenia Digest by Wednesday, the 21st, at the latest. Not only will the packing schedule become so hectic by then that there's no way I can even hope to work, but, also, I have to go back to Birmingham next week, to see my regular doctor one last time before the move (and she's been my doctor since 1990). Last night, after finally getting back to Atlanta about 9 pm and grabbing some Thai food for dinner, we watched two episodes from Season Two of Millennium ("The Hand of St. Sebastian" and the hilariously wonderful "Jose Chung's Doomsday Defense", the latter with Charles Nelson Riley). Oh, and discovered a tick latched onto my left hip. No idea where I picked the little fucker up. Maybe at my mother's (rural location plus dog), maybe at the rest stop earlier. She was a female Lone Star tick ( Amblyomma americanum), and was surprisingly painful when Spooky removed her. The blasted thing had apparently been on my clothing for some time, had only just bitten, and hadn't yet started to feed (no blood), or had fed only a very little. We dropped the tick in a jar of alcohol (70%), where she survived for a hour. Spooky's calling my doctor about it today, just in case she wants me to take any precautions beyond those we have taken already. And, please, no oogy tick-borne disease related stories. Thank you. Later, I tried to work on the Palaeozoic Museum (New Babbage, Second Life), but the damned asset server was on the fritz again, so that didn't happen. I did make quite a lot of progress on it Monday. Oh, yeah. Monday. On Monday, I worked on the Museum, we got dinner from the Vortex at Little Five Points, and watched two episodes of Farscape ("Home on the Remains" and "A Constellation of Doubt"). I went back to the biography of Henry Fairfield Osborn, which I hope to finish before the move. That was Monday. Huzzah. Also, I should repost the link to 350.org. Is it just me, or are these entries getting far too long winded? At any rate, only 13 days remaining to the dread birthday -04. Blegh. But my Amazon wish list is here, if you are so inclined. Oh, and since this entry has gone on Way Too Long, I may as well mention how I've been complaining about the sudden proliferation of needless contractions, because people simply can't be bothered. Sure. It's not really anything new. Nabisco stopped being the National Biscuit Company back in the early sixties, but, lately, it seems like this is happening everywhere. National Geographic as NatGeo?! The Biography Channel as Bio? I wonder how many people still remember that WB stands for Warner Brothers, or that KFC stands for Kentucky Fried Chicken, or that iHop is shortened from the International House of Pancakes? But the one that really tears it for me, that set off a rant last night, was seeing Scarlett Johansson called "ScarJo." What the holy fuck?! Okay, sure. First we had JLo, but that was just Jennifer Lopez, so who really cares? Not only is Scarlett Johansson a fine actress ( The Black Dahlia not withstanding), she has a cool name, so why ruin it with a silly contraction like "ScarJo"? It is beyond me, these things that people do. Maybe I would be a more popular writer if I went by CaitKier. Or just CRK. Regardless, I am looking forward to hearing her album of Tom Waits covers. And now the platypus says if I don't stop and drink some coffee, sheheit's going to start gnawing my ankles. Current Mood: relievedCurrent Music: David Bowie, "Outside" |
| Tuesday, May 13th, 2008 |
errant_girl
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10:13p |
It's the little things I find so damned amusing. The back-story...I'm on good terms with several of my my ex GFs, some more than others, but for the most part I've managed to be civil with most of them and close friends with a few. A little over 11 years ago I met and fell madly in love with a woman and we had a relationship that lasted for almost 4 years. The relationship ended badly, like horrifically, painfully, awfully, badly (This was mostly due to me) and we stopped talking, dealing with each other, or having any kind of social interaction with each other for a long, long, time. I'd hear things about her here and there, and she I'm sure, had heard things about me as well, but still we had no contact. Last year she got in touch with me and we have since started to mend the fence a bit. It took a long time to happen, but, we are finally on pretty good terms and we get along fairly well. I have been to her house, we've hung out and had meals together, and I have even met her husband --he's a super sweet guy.
Now to tie in where and how the above statement fits in with my day...
I have one of my bikes on Craig's List, and it's been a little weird since not too long ago there was another bike that looked very similar to mine that was also on there. They both had about the same amount of miles, both yellow, both the same model, make, and year. Though mine has only been up for about 8 days now, I do get people asking if it's the same bike. I've been getting emails from people left and right, some people trying to bargain the hell out of it, and some just coming to "kick the tires". I expect this since it is the internet and there are all sorts of nutsey people out there. But today my entertaining moments came to a peak when my Ex's husband emailed me a question about the bike. He wasn't aware that it was my bike, he thought it was this other bike that was also in the same area, and he was wondering why it wasn't selling. So I just couldn't resist calling him back to follow up on his email (he left his phone number in the message). I think I surprise him pretty well because he hadn't had my number until today, nor I his. I started out with calling him by name and then telling him it was me. This seemed to surprise him right off. Then I told him that it was my ad that he had responded to and things kind of fell into place in his mind I think. We had a good time talking about bikes, Craig's List, and life in general.
Now comes the shameless navel gazing and introspection part...
I'm kind of sad about todays exchange as well, because I will prolly never be on really good terms with my ex as far as a friendship goes. There's just too much emotional scar tissue I think. I wish I could say it was a responsibility we both shared --causing that damage, but, I really can't, I was the fuck up. I'm happy for her, and for him, they seem to make a great couple and have a nice life together. But due to the way things have rolled out in life, due to my actions, her reactions, and life in general; I have robbed myself of the option to be really good friends with a fabulous person, and actually in this case, two really amazing people. Hopefully, I have learned from this... hopefully. /shameless navel gazing Current Mood:  contemplative |
stmarc
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9:39p |
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themadcatlady
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7:29p |
A bit late in the day But.... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, my little Janelle Jelly-NellyBean Princess! :D Xposted in ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) cats_with_claws |
errant_girl
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10:40a |
film sleeve the last session Oh, and while I'm posting pics... Here's a series of the "film sleeve" from the last time I worked on it.  |
errant_girl
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4:24a |
latest work on leg sleeve Here are the pics of what I've been up to on Monday night. For those people interested in such things, so far we have just over 35 hours into this piece and about 4-6 hours left till it's done.  |
y_julieta
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12:50a |
i tried to listen to unchained melody. a special version of it. i looked it up on youtube.
i couldn't finish, it just made me cry.
i must say that when someone shares something new with you, and its beautiful or terrible but something to make you impressed in some way, that feeling is precious. i am on fire with things to share with others. i've been alive with solitude these past few days. the weather has been perfectly perfect. grey and raining day and night. foggy windows. who sees through foggy widnows? i see through the foggy windows. its just another layer. i've been fantasizing about playing in torrential downpour. the rain has been persistent, but never torrential. i walk down the block with my head to the horizon and notice the blocks of space between raindrops. i can dodge these spaces and stay dry while i'm alone but when i'm with someone i will let us be wet together.
final exams will be over at this week's end. i'll go to boston saturday night and have a few fresh days of living without the thought of school hanging over my shoulder. i would love to bring my bag of old broken shoes to the cobbler tomorrow. i hope to feel a bit more focused tomorrow in general. yesterday i worked a 13 hour shift at work, then went to the bar for a friend's birthday. what was supposed to be one drink turned into my body adjusting to lack of sleep and suddenly becoming extremely awake. either that or the tincture bday boy dropped in my drink was A++. a really good 2 piece metal band played and the bar was filled with quality people that i actually enjoyed having conversation with. i went a few doors down to someone's house to hang after the bar. we all ended up sitting on an big indian blanket on the floor smoking, eating strawberries, and listening to quality rap. at one point i looked at the ashtray with all of its butts and strawberry leaves and was amused by the aesthetic of my surroundings. i was in an old decrepit baltimore row house. there was a huge hole in the kitchen ceiling, paint literally peeling itself off the walls, random colored glass bottles of blue and green, crooked shelves of books such as dahl's kiss kiss...i peaked into someone's room and it had a twin bed with frame much like valerie's from the czech film. it was like a child's room or nightmare. the walls were empty but the shelves were overflowing. there was a single poster hanging behind the door. i noticed it was billie holiday. it was disturbingly beautiful. the bathroom was narrow and deep. there was a tray of lillies with the stems cut off sitting on the sink. there were light blue button up shirts hung on the towel rack. at the end of the hallway, i peaked through the darkness into the other room where there were colored panels of paper hung on the backwall, a queen size bed precisely in the center of the room and it seemed as if this person lived by candlelight in some type of ghost hotel they never slept in. i stayed in the living room talking to someone until 6 in the morning. we just drank water out of this cup. he kept walking over to the sink and filling up the cup half-way with room temperature water. he told me about his fear of spiders and showed me his childhood toy swan stuffed animal. it was missing its beak. he's had it since he was 3 or 4. i marveled at this but he opposed and told me that he had a problem with throwing things away, even trash. i have a very vivid description of this character and his surroundings. i'm almost positive i'm relaying these visions because i'm lonely and last night was an alien experience.
now here is sonic youth covering a stooges song w/ iggy.
Current Music: "solitude" billie holiday |
| Monday, May 12th, 2008 |
greygirlbeast
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11:40p |
350 My thanks to Barry Graham ( ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) the_urban_monk) for linking to Bill McKibben's story in The Nation reporting the results of a publication on greenhouse gases by Dr. Jim Hansen (NASA) and others, which appeared in Science a few weeks ago. This is a chilling, no-bullshit article, and it needs to be read by everyone living on this planet. Because, as McKibben states again and again, we have reached the point where the luxury of time has all but passed, and, in Dr. Hansen's words, "if humanity wishes to preserve a planet similar to that on which civilization developed and to which life on earth is adapted, paleoclimate evidence and ongoing climate change suggest that CO2 will need to be reduced from its current 385 ppm to at most 350 ppm." Anyway, please, take a few minutes and read the article. I am not an optimist, and, personally, I think we've passed the point where turning this great industrial beast back from the brink and averting the cataclysm is no longer very likely. But, I'm also wrong a lot. And this is the thing I'd most like to be wrong about, in my whole entire life. Also, check out 350.org. Also, speaking of cataclysm, there's some interesting new evidence surrounding the K/T impact event (you know, the "Fifth Extinction," the one that got the non-avian dinosaurs et al.). Specifically, it concerns the discovery of tiny carbon cenospheres in rocks dating from the time of the impact event. Current Mood: tired and not given to hopeCurrent Music: Radiohead, "Punch Up At A Wedding (No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No)" |
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