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Flux of Pink Indians
December 30, 2006
I am really REALLY wanting to listen to The Fucking Pricks Treat Us Like Cunts right now, but I only have it on vinyl and no phonograph, so I am settling for Strive To Survive, Causing the Least Suffering possible.
FLUX OF PINK INDIANS "Some Of Us Scream, Some Of Us Shout"we're all conditioned to think ten tellies are better than one
and to blow this world up ten times is better than to blow it up once
billions spent on destroying the world while millions starve, where did we go wrong?
where did we go wrong? maybe you don't think that this is wrong?we as one are saying
feed starving people
fuck your bombsall through our lives we are shoved about
some of us scream, some of us shout
some of us complain, protest
while others smile in ecstasy
why is it accepted as the way to live
our bodies falling through one big sieve
we're sorted out, brushed and combed
some smile, some frown
some reject this way to live
and pay the price to how they existwho are you?
what are you?
what do you do?
what are you doing?
what are you doing it for?
what are you doing it for?we can't accept their disrespect
their eyes and bombs that watch over us
their systems creating war
while society breeds hate
and they make out that it's normal
for people to fight and hate
they shove toy guns on impressionable children
their future soldiers of war?
is it too late for us all to change?
have we gone too far?we as one are saying
we don't want your life no more
fuck off
Good old anarchopunk. Simple. Straight up. No frills. And loud, noisy, angry, and energetic as a good fuck. Well, maybe a good fuck isn't angry...but still...it's totally what I need right now. I got more anger than love right now, anyway. In fact, I'd say a good fuck is lower on my list of priorities than a bunch of pissed off yelling and shouting. And, you know, bitching about the government is a valid and worthwhile method of absolute avoidance.
James Brown and Capitalism
December 29, 2006
Another thought-provoking post by Richard:
It was very impressive that James Brown ascended so far from being in such a low place economically and socially (he came from some very real poverty) to become so wealthy and famous and, most importantly, such a major influence on so much good stuff – that is, so much good music and good culture. As I said before, if anyone had a moral right to talk about how people could come up from nothing to achieve the “American Dream,” James Brown did, because he'd made that kind of progress himself, unlike so many politicians who might promote the same idea but who actually started with lots of wealth and privilege right from birth. But I can’t help wondering whether a big part of James Brown’s success was due to the pure aggression and the unstoppable egotism that also influenced some of his worst behaviors. Of course he worked very hard and he had a lot of this quality that we call “talent” (whether that sort of thing is inborn or whether it is more a product of social influences , etc.), and he was also very socially concerned in some ways and generous, but maybe he had to have a lot of negative crap in his personality too in order to succeed in capitalism the way that he did.
Choose yr Weapon! (or, What I have done on my vacation, part 4)
December 29, 2006
Today we are going to Target to choose new pillows for our 2nd official NEW YEAR'S EVE pillow fight. It's not annual, because the kids are only with me on new year's every other year.
Of course, to make things fair, I am also getting myself a big old bottle of bourbon or something along those lines.
Anyway, all are welcome to participate, so if you are driving through Austin and see a bunch of goose feathers floating serenely around a house that is rife with chaotic pillow clubbing, you know you are at the right place.
How Things Go
December 28, 2006
So, the subject of purple bananas came up here, and in an attempt to discern the truth from the myth, I ran across this essay, which magically mentions McGreevy's (the dance club I, and evidently the author of the article, used to hang out at) AND purple bananas in one essay. How funny!
But I'm still not having any luck determining the veracity of the assertion (by Monk) that all bananas used to be purple, but they were bred to be yellow. Does anyone else know the answer to that one?
What I have done on my vacation, part three
December 28, 2006
Today, on the request of the children, we are sitting around all day playing video games in our underwear. There will be no pictures due to silly privacy issues, but since mama is somewhat of a prude, I am sitting around in my sweatpants all day instead...and I'm only MOSTLY playing video games, although, really...I'm just fucking around on the computer as usual.
Oh, and...I'll probably do the dishes. But I most likely will order pizza for dinner tonight, but that's just because I forgot to soak the black beans. Silly me!
What I have done on my vacation, parts one and two
December 27, 2006
I took a bunch of pictures of myself laughing:
AND, I took a bunch of pictures of birds and trees:
...more adventures to come!
Beauty, beauty, beauty, beautiful
December 16, 2006
I should be preparing for my meeting at work right now, but I wanted to take a moment and capture the way I am feeling right now.
I have this...thing. Love. I am wondering why we, as humans, have a tendency to want to possess those we love. I know it's not just me, but I can't help but question it. Is it a valid desire to want to own those we love? Because I can see the beauty in just appreciating what's there without getting my hands all in there mucking things up.
I am standing outside of love, appreciating what I see through the glass, but not sure if I am worthy or even desirous of entering and locking the door.
And, at the same time, all around me exists in this perpetual state of ecstatic (e)motion. Does stepping in involve severing my ties to all of that? And if I can be in love while retaining love for all the rest that surrounds me, why must I require that severance from someone else? Why must it make me feel unsure when the other does not wish to or is incapable of severance?
This is not a sad or morose feeling. Instead, I am filled with a hopeful understanding. All is far more simple and far more complex than I am giving credit. And, truly, all of it is beautiful. All of it. Every. Last. Bit.
<3
How Children Learn
December 12, 2006
Coley finished lunch early today, after deciding he was going to make a map of "porta-potty land" after lunch. He was far too excited about the creation of this imaginary domain to sit still a minute longer, and so he set about gathering implements of drawing while Monk and I lingered over our bean tacos.
It wasn't long before the Bird (as he is less formally known around these parts) became exquisitely frustrated.
"I CAN'T DRAW A FREAKING SQUARE!" he lamented.
"Try again, Coley. It's really not very easy for anyone to draw a perfect square."
So he tried again, and so he became more frustrated, the tears welling in his eyes as his pitch began to rise "I'M TOO STUPID TO DRAW A SQUARE!"
It was Monk who came to the rescue first.
"I know how to draw a square, Coley. Let me show you. You just make an X, like so, and then connect the lines, like these. See? Even *I* can't draw a perfect square."
Coley tried Monk's X technique and failed miserably in his own mind. The X-squares just didn't measure up to his idea of perfection.
"I HATE squares" Harumphed the bird (a sentiment that made me chuckle). "I'm going to draw TRIANGLES instead."
You could practically SEE the lightbulb click on over Monk's head. "Cole! You silly...you can draw a square by drawing two TRIANGLES...like so."
And so it came to pass that the children learned geometry over bean tacos.
All hail porta-potty land! Where the potties are square by virtue of triangulation!
Stiff Little Fingers
December 12, 2006
It has been awhile since I last listened to Stiff Little Fingers. Can it be that I haven't really listened to them since I lived in Chicago?
They remind me of my first apartment on Clifton Street, shared with 3-5 other people, the numbers varying according to who among our friends happened to be in need of a place to crash.
And it's not just that I listened to them a lot back than, although I did. It's also the quality of the music. The crisp guitars like the icy air that always managed to penetrate our thin walls, and the vocals, tinny as the neighbors who argued in the apartment underneath ours, muffled as attempts at conversation with chattering teeth bundled in thick scarves iced over from breath condensation.
This is why it makes me shiver to listen to Stiff Little fingers this morning. This is why it warms me.
(Sample Track: Wasted Life)
Weekend Recap
December 11, 2006
Last night was a nice conclusion to a good weekend, the highlights of which included:
- A walk with my children to the neighborhood store to get cocoa. They were being all silly and weird and we laughed and laughed.
- KICKING MONK'S ASS at Lord of the Rings Monopoly
- Watching Scooby Doo with Coley-Pie (I find it so odd that he totally digs Scooby Doo. He even laughs hysterically at all of the bad jokes. Do other 6-year olds like this show as much?)
- Monk getting all nerdcited over Return of the King
- A very good meeting at work. Fuck do I ever love my job.
- Birds galore in the sky, on telephone wires, doing their little practice flights in formation everywhere.
- Hanging with Pansy afterwards, laughing about silly rituals, boys, craziness, and how life is short, so whatever the fuck makes you happy, right?
- Two wonderful late night walks
- A new scented candle that smells like spruce. It's a soy candle, so it burns subtle and smoooth and aromafies the whole room.
- Homemade Mac & Cheese for dinner. Only I wopified it and made it ziti and cheese.
- J brought wine and I got tipsy.
- Reading the new King Cat out loud to J while coley and Monk played video games. Damn do I ever love John Porcellino. He makes me want to write and create things. I know a few comics skeptics who are going to be getting subscriptions to King Cat as a gift this year.
- The little dance Coley does when he's doing something exciting in his game. He likes to play Contraptions and Lode Runner, only he doesn't actually play the games, he just builds contraptions and mazes and gets totally TOTALLY excited about them.
- Silly flirting all night. Somehow having the kids present while we flirt makes things more fun and challenging. hahaha. (Can I borrow you in the other room for a minute?) Maybe it is the opposite of having your parents around, but somehow the same, too?
- Causing homework procrastination for some sexy candlelit grown up time after the kids went to bed. mwahahahahaha.
- Absolute love and adoration for life and everything/everyone in it.
- Oh, and playing the Sims, too.
Life is grand. How was your weekend?
Ice Cream Therapy & Fingers McGillicudy
December 8, 2006
The other day, Coley was suffering from some nameless, general malaise. So I called in sick to work and took both boys out for ice cream. It seemed to cheer him immensely, and it helped me to realize...hey, I can do that. When it all gets to be too much, it's pretty awesome that we can just up and go out for ice cream. Especially when the cute Amy's boy remembered me from 3 months ago based on what we ordered the one time he has served me before. Plus, watching the boys running around, squealing with glee does much to move me away from any malaise I may be feeling at any given moment.
I can do that. I can give in. I can provide them with spur of the moment treats. It's all good.
Coley got over his malaise and raised me one. He has decided that now is the time to stop sucking on his fingers. This is a child who practically came out of the womb with his fingers in his mouth. He has been a finger sucker since birth and he has been actually pretty damn proud of that fact, for the most part. The kid is stubborn as...well...he's stubborn as ME, ok? but he's starting to get his permanent teeth, and I just don't want him to have issues.
I'm not sure if it was describing the concept of braces to him or if really he just feels like he has outgrown the finger sucking thing...but he finally clicked. It's been three days now, and he's been finger free this whole time - even when falling asleep. Miraculously, he has also refrained from shoving his hands down his pants, too...which was another comfort habit he spontaneously picked up a few months ago.
Who knows what motivates that child? I'm just kind of going with the flow here, hoping he doesn't pick up cigarettes and coffee to replace the fingers in the mouth.
Friday Random 10 - Chilly Day Version
December 8, 2006
Man, I am so glad my desktop computer is up and running. I really missed hearing music with speakers.
Here's my Random Ten. I'm not sure if I've mentioned my Last.fm account...but I have one here. I totally love last.fm.
- Bob Dylan - Tangled Up in Blue
- Gill Scott-Heron - Home is Where the Hatred Is
- Johnny Cash - God's Gonna Cut You Down
- The Birthday Party – Capers
- They Might Be Giants – I'll Sink Manhattan
- Rites of Spring – Nudes
- Joe Strummer – Machete
- Leonard Cohen – Hallelujah
- Lush – Kiss Chase
- Public Enemy – Who Stole The Soul
Trees
December 6, 2006
Driving to work yesterday, I was noticing trees. One, in particular...a lone tree in front of an auto shop on Airport - near the mall. The wind was blowing, and it was shimmering. The leaves, still green, flapping and clinging for dear life to branches swaying connected to the trunk. The trunk that stood, steadfast, supporting and absorbing all of the movement of its connected limbs.
I have the sexiest accent ever!
December 4, 2006
Well, not really. I mean, it's sexy on boys, that's for sure. Yum! Boys with Chicago accents and chain wallets! That's almost as sexy as boys with houndstooth caps and dark blue mechanic's shirts.
| What American accent do you have? Your Result: The Inland North You may think you speak "Standard English straight out of the dictionary" but when you step away from the Great Lakes you get asked annoying questions like "Are you from Wisconsin?" or "Are you from Chicago?" Chances are you call carbonated drinks "pop." | |
| The Midland | |
| The Northeast | |
| Philadelphia | |
| The South | |
| The West | |
| Boston | |
| North Central | |
| What American accent do you have? Take More Quizzes | |
Oh, and...I call them soda pops and/or sodey pops, depending on how feisty I am feeling. But that's just because I was influenced at an impressionable age by a friend from the east coast. I spent much of my childhood/teenage years ordering a "big pop" as my beverage. hahaha.
[link via Pinko Feminist Hellcat]
Squinting.
December 3, 2006
This afternoon, I left the house without my sunglasses on because it was such a grey-sky day and so late in the afternoon that I didn't think I would need them. However, waiting in the parking lot for my passenger to arrive, suddenly the sun burst out from behind the clouds, and the drab, colorless day became blinding. Such a drastic change so quickly. I found myself, squinting, thinking how glad I was that I left my sunglasses behind.
This song perfectly describes my mood.
December 3, 2006
I am in love with Neutral Milk Hotel...
In the Aeroplane Over the Sea
What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me
And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see
Love to be
In the arms of all I'm keeping here with me
What a curious life we have found here tonight
There is music that sounds from the street
There are lights in the clouds
Anna's ghost all around
Hear her voice as it's rolling and ringing through me
Soft and sweet
How the notes all bend and reach above the trees
Now how I remember you
How I would push my fingers through
Your mouth to make those muscles move
That made your voice so smooth and sweet
And now we keep where we don't know
All secrets sleep in winter clothes
With one you loved so long ago
Now he don't even know his name
What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
And when we meet on a cloud
I'll be laughing out loud
I'll be laughing with everyone I see
Can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all
The Dude Abides
December 3, 2006
I am having a very, very lazy day. All I want to do is lay around in love with life and everything in it. I am sleepy and feeling unproductive in a good way. Glad that I was so productive yesterday.
Anyway, it is the time of year for reflection (like, what time of the year ISN'T, really?) so I am glad that I saw The Big Lebowski last night. I love how the dude just goes with the flow and ends up pretty much where he started out, only with a significant number of experiences under his belt. I love how he manages to be himself in all situations, and really just rolls with it. Hahaha. I know it's not supposed to be an uber deep movie, but it has a lot of lessons in it, nonetheless. Plus it is always nice to laugh and laugh and laugh, especially in the company of someone so dear.
It was a good night in the midst of a good life rolling straightaway into a good lazy new day and what promises to be a good week. Goodness, like the dude, abides. I am glad to be alive.