archive: 25 february 2006: trip to louisville

I had the strangest dream. A friend of mine I no longer have a crush on... I apparently was dating her in this dream. Anyway, there was some odd weird tension or something. And we were driving around, she was driving, and she pulled over in a parking lot somewhere and randomly said, "I got a tattoo! It is Dino!" And she pulled her sweatpants down a little from her hip, just enough to show that she'd got this bright purple dinosaur with black spots on her hip. It was crazy, and whatever I was sad about disappeared and we were laughing so hard. Then I woke.

I am being unbelievably slow this morning. Well, its not unbelievable 'cause I am always like this on Saturday and Sunday mornings. So I didn't wake up at 7:30 but snoozed till almost 9. I gotta get ready and get going to Louisville 'cause that is going to take a while. And then I want to get back to Lexington by 6 p.m. 'cause there's a Mardi Gras parade going on and I would like to try to take pictures.

And my CD hasn't shown up, but I guess if the mail comes within the next 20 minutes (it really shouldn't take me any longer than that to get ready) maybe the mailman will have my CD. If not, then the waiting begins again on Monday. Well, the 3 from CDBaby.com came in though. It'll suffice for now. hehe

archive: 20 february 2006: thinking, family, writing

I feel like writing but I don't really have anything significant to say. I feel like there's a story I should tell but I don't know whose story to tell. And I don't feel I have all the facts, and I could embelish and fill in the gaps with imagination, thinking logically what might have happened in the places I was not involved, but I feel as if that is lying. If I don't have the facts, I don't tell the story.

I really need to write about my grandmother. Both of them actually. The one, Boo, who I grew up with knowing and who lived next door to my family all my adolescent years. And there's the grandmother I never met. Both have passed away. Boo died November of 2004. And Lucy Baker died last Monday morning. I still have to write cards to my aunts and uncles. The complete story about Lucy is one I will probably never have, because people never talk negatively about the dead. The bits I think I know include a turning away from her children when her husband abused one of her daughters. And when that daughter came to her and told her what happened, she didn't believe her daughter, and stayed with him. To me, that is a frightening story. I need to go to West Virginia and see my aunt. I've only met her twice and she is one of the sweetest women alive. Maybe I will see her sometime in the summer for a weekend.

I should get back to work. I have a headache though, and I'd rather not work with something mundane. Reading other people's entries have made me want to write about family. I should spend time writing about each family member... everything that I know. A few weeks ago I sat in Live Wire and wrote in a notebook a list of things which reminded me of my grandmother, Boo, both good and bad. I have some fond memories of her, and I have memories I don't recall - if that makes sense - of her being very mean. Mom told me of afternoons coming back from her trailer crying because she'd been mean to me. Afterall, she was an alcoholic, but I didn't know that back then. I knew my dad was an alcoholic, but I didn't realize my grandmother was one too. I didn't make any connections; I only associated certains actions and behavior with certain labels.

I never said I wasn't naive. Oh, I was very naive.

back to work. I shall write more later sometime.

archive: 18 february 2006: louisville saturdays

I should sleep. I am going to try to get up early tomorrow, get some flapjacks at Ground Effects, then head to Louisville to put up flyers promoting the Melissa Ferrick March 25th show in all the coffeeshops I can find (I already have addresses - I just need to map it out). Then I am going out. There should be much fun.

I don't know how late I will be getting back Saturday night/Sunday morning. I imagine I will get back like 6 a.m. and crash asleep for 6 hours. hehehe...

But hey... you guitar and varied-string-instrument playing friends... if you wanna come over early on Sunday to play around and jam, that's totally cool with me. Anytime after Noon will be spectacular. Give me a call... 859-200-9849 Or Text Message me at the same number.

Oh... I got a text message for valentine's from someone's phone I didn't know, and I texted back asking who it was, but they never responded. I wonder who it was...

archive: 18 february 2006: plans vs. snow

This snow makes me nervous. But I am gonna try to go about my plans like I planned. I should be leaving Berea by Noon. By the time I get to Louisville hopefully the roads won't be so bad.

I better get cracking.

Oh, and this snow doesn't look like the friendly stuff we had last weekend. This snow looks like sleet in disguise. Be careful.

*hugs*

EDIT: I am a dumbass and got all the way to Lexington before I realized I had left the fliers at home. I drove back and decided that I wasn't going to go to Louisville afterall.

archive: 18 february 2006: did I decide right

I don't know. I just feel like staying right here. Maybe there are all kinds of possibilities, and maybe there's not. But with or without help bad things could have happened on the way. I feel like an ass though. I don't know.

I need to take my car to the shop sometime this week. Everytime I look at it the front driver side tire seems lower... It probably needs replacing. And its probably time for another oil change. And I know my brakes need replacing.... I was holding off till I had another paycheck.

I wish I was saving money. As long as I can get through this month without having to do a check advance thing then I will have broken that nasty circle and will begin having financial control again. Possibly get to save. Unfortunately I won't be able to save as easily as I would have been with a roommate. Actually, I need to be saving money. Shit... August is going to be here before I know it. It is almost the end of February already. I am dreading this... everything.

And sometimes I hate my bed.

I am going to work on my webpage now for a while... I need to change up the way the poems and stories post.

archive: 17 february 2006: some late/early thoughts

yeah... I am still awake.

I came home and I downloaded everything I have uploaded on my website server... I downloaded it all so that I would reorganize things, delete what is not being used, minimize crap, have copies of crap, etc. Yeah... the geek in me. Now I am tired and going to sleep... I will finish it later....

I also know I need to go back and re-do the writing pages of my website... I need to do it differently, without the pop-ups of the individual poems or stories... That's just too much and some people have that blocked on their browsers so when they click the link, nothing seems to happen. heh. And I need to update the writing there. I'll update it and it will have the most recent stuff, the poems dealing with sexuality, my dad, everything. And I will see how that goes. And I will TRY to update it with whatever I come up with from free-writing... I like the things I have been creating this week... I know they're just verbal photographs. Verbose snapshots. But I like that sort of thing, and if I like that, there's other people who do....

Been listening to Portishead in the later hours this evening....

And once again I have impulse of love in me.... I miss people, I love them, and I am so thankful I have friends... I know that if/when/where I move there will be several of you who I will be able to keep in touch with and likewise you'll return the correspondence. No one knows just how much I value that connection, even if its spread out over 846 miles. It sends me beyond happiness.

This weekend should be great. Going to see The Vagina Monologues Friday night in Richmond. Going Saturday to Louisville in the morning and staying till late evening. Sunday.... I am not sure what I will do with my morning - pictures? go to Union Church (I dunno, for some reason I have impulse to wanna attend at least one service while I live in Berea)? Sleep? Possibly pictures in the afternoon? Maybe music? But I look forward to Sunday evening... The L Word friends coming to hang out and watch the show.

Much love.

archive: 17 february 2006: will you be the one

I've had this song in my head ALL DAY today and last night... I love this song, but its an odd one to have right now as it does not have anyone to refer to in my life, no romantic interest, no crush... Sure, there are some people I really like and if things were to happen I wouldn't stop them (unless, of course, they are committed to someone else) but the liklihood of that stuff happening is in the negative. heh. So here's some great lyrics. Thank you, Melissa, for singing so wonderfully.

will you be the one i've wanted?
will you read my mind?
will you ask me where i hurt
and heal me with your eyes?
will i look at you with wonder
and never doubt our love?
yeah, are you the one
that i've been dreaming of?
yeah. yeah.

run around my head
and i rehearse our introduction.
run around in my car,
i find the best way to your house.
and even though i have never seen you
from what my friends tell me,
you are walking grace.

so who would've thought i'd be sitting here
thinking my future could be right down the street.
after all the loves i have lost over borders and over states.
and now i found out, yeah that you and i, we drink coffee
at the very same place.

so could you be the one?
will you be the one i've wanted?
will you read my mind?
will you ask me where i hurt
and heal me with your eyes?
will i look at you with wonder
and never doubt our love?
yeah, are you be the one
that i've been dreaming of?
yeah, yeah.

i guess i am a hopeless romantic.
i am full of pretty lines.
it's also true what you have heard about me
i fall in love every time.
so please let me down easy
if i am not what you want.
would you let me down easy
i've got a really weak heart.
yeah, yeah.

so could you be the one?
will you be the one i've wanted?
will you read my mind?
will you ask me where i hurt
and heal me with your eyes?
will i look at you with wonder
and never doubt our love?
yeah, are you be the one
that i've been dreaming of?
will you be the one i've wanted?

- Melissa Ferrick, "Will You Be the One?"

archive: 16 february 2006: road trips, work, and the project

ok.
This summer will consist of a LOT of driving, a LOT of pictures, and so therefore, a LOT of weekend trips to places... I don't know if I would get hotels, or camp, or find someone who will let me stay with them somewhere.... Or maybe it would be an ALL DAY Saturday sort of thing, drive three hours to a county, mapped out plan of places to go to, and then drive those thee hours back late evening. Don't know, but those are my Saturdays.... maybe.

At least that is what I want to do. So maybe this part-time job to save money should be in the weekday evenings? Oh Sigh!

So... you're asking, what counties in Kentucky do you want to go to?
Knox, Bell, Harlan, Knott, Leslie, Perry, Breathitt, Owsley, Floyd, and Pike.
Why these counties? The mountains, wildlife, and the history I know from these CSM papers.

I also want to go to West Virginia a couple times. I need to go to Cranberry Glade and to a few places Rachel W. mentioned. I also have relatives in West Virginia I need to go visit for a weekend since I am here... I can't remember exactly which towns! I think one is Farmington or Morgantown, I can't remember. I think that its North West Virginia.

Anyway, for my weekend trips, anyone will be welcome to come with me. And hopefully my car will be able to withstand it. hehe

OK.... back to work. I am so excited about this summer... not just the trips, but also the work I will begin doing here in the archives... the webpage, the display case, the finding aid... Its going to be so MUCH and I am such a GEEK about it.

archive: 16 february 2006: oh dear V

During my lunch break I wrote something on both sides of a napkin at Berea Coffee and Tea. It was spurred on by something a woman there said. My writing seems to always need to be grounded in some factual bit, some bit of reality that actually happened, and then the rest can be imaginative.... So here is what I wrote:

"What does that mean?" she asked, pointing with a sharp finger at the "V" on her coffee cup lid.

The V seemed so stark, a thin-lined letter on a black plastic lid. It could mean anything and this is what scared her suddenly: a black mark on her self, a letter signifying something unknown even to herself. Any manner of label could point to her -- vicious, virgin, voluptuous, vixen, virile, vacant, vigorous, vibrant, vague. She could be any of these. It could define her body: vaginal, vacuous, virginal, virile. She didn't want to be known by one defining word, especially not one with a V.

"I'm not a virgin or vixen. I'm not vicious and I am not voluptuous, whatever that is supposed to mean," she said as she glanced down at her Dolly Parton bosom. "I'm not vacant. I have heart, feelings -- I care damnit! I'm not in a rush for no reason. I've got things to do to help people!"

Her neighbors on stools turned their heads away, as the barista looked at her and simply said, "The V is for Vanilla Nut, the Flavor of the Day, like you ordered."

archive: 16 february 2006: photo news

also...
I sold THREE of my pictures today to Steve and Terese G.
wow...
Two of the statues from the Lexington cemetery and one of flowers... yellow and purple. I love the ones they picked. And I love how they eliminated the ones they didn't like as much and why. It was good.
$100 made just like that...

I know I should be good with it... I should make it spread out over the rest of the month with the rest of my paycheck... But I am probably going to spend a third of it this weekend...

These are the three that they bought:
Little Angel
Aquarius
Lemon Symphony

And Patty T. bought one a little over a week ago, this one:
Gold

archive: 16 february 2006: coffeeshop writing

She sits on the high stools at the table by the wall where she can see the entire coffeeshop from her perch. The lone acoustic guitarist strums mellow songs... eventually he comes to singing "Will the Circle Be Unbroken." A table of three guys talk about poetry, a distant generation of the beatniks who forgot thei black shirts for charcoal grey sweaters and muted-green t-shirts paired with jeans or pin-striped slacks. They're not smoking because of the city's "smoke-free environment laws," or maybe, just maybe they are non-smokers in this small college town. Afterall, it is a dry town - no alcohol sold anywhere except for at least another 10 miles towards Richmond at Monty's Liquor Store. Oh, no... there goes two now, reaching into back pockets for that hard pack of Malboros or Camels. The poetry the boys are reading comes from books titled Post Modern American Poetry and Modernist Words to Live By.

There is a changing of the guard at the mic -- open-mic night at Ground Effects -- and a new guitarist is tuning his honey-stained guitar. Across from him is a friend also tuning -- maybe they will collaborate a tune or two.

About four or five teenagers are talking at the couch -- one girl is standing, blonde hair falling to veil her right eye, and her lips catch a light's highlight from the cheery-flavored lip gloss she wears. One of her boy friends is saying, "And you know Joseph Stalin called me yesterday and asked for his shopping cart back, and Mom told him to shut up and leave her alone."

There's a slow leak in one of the glass mugs, and he returns the cup to the barista while Lee begins a song vaguely sounding like it came from one of Johnny Cash's childhood nightmares -- working in the field behind the family farm with the threat of Father's whip against his backside but also the hope that he'll escape to the riverside for fishing daydreams, only is the soybean picking is done early and Father hasn't arrived home yet. And the boy runs for the river, short pole with a long string, bait dangling from the end, and an eager smile peeking on his lips.

As lee sings, a man answers his obnoxious cell phone -- the juxtaposition of the lyrics and the old man's conversational answers fit, not interrupting, not overlapping, but seemingly a call and response, though they have nothing in common. Lee sings of bad luck too many times, carrying on in spite of the hardships, and the man's conversation -- "Are you coming down here? Ok, I'll come and meet you. Bye."

"Summer's blowing up your skirt but Winter's in your eyes" sings Jack Mahri at the mic now. "God bless Vermont for keeping you fine." The lyrics are strikingly unique and everyone knows it is a tune that should be recorded, burned, published, sold, bought, aired on radio stations, played in concert halls, covered in small college town coffeeshops.

At the barista counter a guy is highlighted in laptop blue glow, stark shadows creasing jawline, Roman nose, furrowed brow.

archive: 15 february 2006: Sepia-toned Longing

This is what I wrote tonight when given this prompt:
"Sepia-toned Longing"

In this old photograph I'm scanning at work there's a couple standing, holding hands. I can almost feel the blush on the cheeks of the woman whose hair is a dark bob, maybe black, possibly chocolate. The dress she wears is a varied shade of old brown. Dark specks of flowers gathered in her right hand, tulips or roses, they are too small to tell. There are faded mountains in the background becoming light sepia waves behind the couple. Her eyes peek beneath her hair at the photographer, almost cautious, nearly daring. Her lover leans toward her, chin resting on her shoulder, lips lifted to give or receive a kiss, playfully and lovingly. A foot kicked back excitedly, while holding her hand firmly for balance. The lover's eyes show not interest in the photographer, but instead are turned towards her, daring her to turn her face and receive the kiss awaiting her. A cascade of blonde hair falls in sepia-highlighted curls down her back, and I imagine her lover turns to give her a kiss after the photographer has shot his picture. Instead, one woman waits eternally for a kiss the other woman will never give so boldly.

I will end up turning this into a poem.

archive: 13 february: hair, poetic idea, cable

So I styled my hair differently Sunday and today... Someone today thought I had gotten it cut. Other than that, no comments. hrm.

I'll post pics (later) for those of you who haven't seen it. Its nothing big... but I am very conscious of a lot of face, including forehead. I don't know what gets into me sometimes, being all "cover up everything" but then again, its chilly out! I might get some of it cut in a little bit (in the back) though I am not sure exactly how. I really should call Angie's hair person and find out how much she costs and appointment. I just can't spend something like $30-40 on haircut. I just can't.

I thought of something the other day, and I think I forgot the best part of the line, but I remember most of it. It refers to my closet and how I have it organized.... by the colors of the rainbow. Yes... I have a rainbow closet. Sometimes I am in the mood to wear something red and I don't want to have to look everywhere to find something red. Its a lot easier when all color clothing is in one area. Anyway, my line is...
Everyday I come out of the closet.
It sounds ridiculously mundane by itself, but once I get a poem about my clothes and closet and sexuality around it, it'll fit. Because if there's a rainbow in my closet, and I am picking clothes to wear everyday from that rainbow, then I am coming out of the closet everyday. Or something to that extent. Ok. Stop laughing at me.

I am running to radioshack now and see if there's something to split a cable s that it can serve both computer and tv. Amanda will have to get one also if she brings her tv.

archive: 13 february: good mood

I don't know where the good mood came from but it needs to stay permanently, thank you very much.

I am cooking an asparagus and potato soup. Interesting sounding, and hopefully it is going to be good. After that I will cook the other two soups I have recipes and ingredients for.

I got my hair cut today. It feels great in the back, and the front is ok. The girl cut the bangs before I could say anything. I THOUGHT that I had made it clear to her that I was growing out the front, but she said, "Oh I didn't cut much, I only cut enough to give texture." Yeah.... she cut like half an inch or 3/4 inch. Its kinda much. But I still have hair swept to the side like I did it earlier today and yesterday.

I have drunk a Hornsby. Maybe that's part of my good mood. Maybe its Feist too.

Tomorrow is Valentine's. Wish it was falling on a weekend again so I can put on some kind of "anti-Valentines party" like I did down in Hattiesburg a few years ago. That was great. I had friends over, I made sushi, and we watched The Ring and Ringu (many of the people who came over were also in the Anime Club).

What could I show if I were to throw something together for tomorrow night?

Oh, and I went to Goodwill here in Berea! And I bought a bunch of shirts and sweaters! They all fit and look cute. Even the tiny Asian style top that I will probably only wear a couple times in the summer... maybe... if I go out... maybe... Its so FREAKING CUTE!

no... I don't sound gay, do I? hahaha...

I am in a good mood, damnit, so don't spoil it, cause its surprising that I am in this good of a mood when tomorrow's Valentine's and I don't have a lover to share it with... so fuck off!

I'm in a GOOD MOOD! hehehehe

I'm gonna go now and umm... hahaha... lol... no, I'm not, soup's on the stove.

*giggle*

archive: 12 february 2006: tristan prettyman pics

Went to Louisville with friends Jo, Lisa, Jeff, and Billy.
Listened to Ben Taylor band perform... sounded pretty good and his sister is... umm... wow. EDIT: Um.... ya'll... I just read in the bio for Ben Taylor on his website... his father is James Taylor and his mother is Carly Simon... bigtime popular musicians, ya know? wow.
Then Tristan Prettyman came out on the stage with her friend Jen, who gave some beats to the songs.

And of course I took pics. This concert was the first I had really heard a lot of Tristan's music, but its impressive and I am glad I had a great time. Its better knowing that my friend Jo's face lit up in happy explosion when Tristan walked on stage. So... here's the pics I took for her... :)
http://public.fotki.com/blueathena/kentucky/louisville/tristan_prettyman/

archive: 11 february 2006: snow, haircuts, messed up dreams

It is snowing like crazy out there.
I should go get cleaned up and ready for this brunch I am attending this morning at 10, and go ahead and walk around taking pictures.
Its going to be doing this all day, so why rush? hehe

Brunch includes poets Frank X. Walker, George Ella Lyon, and Tammy Horn. I'm glad Patty asked if I wanted her extra ticket. I am just walking down there to meet her, so maybe I will leave at 9:25. Ok, well, I guess that does mean I need to start getting ready... its 8:40 right now. *sigh*

After this brunch I think I am going to try to get my hair cut at Great Clips. I don't know what yet, maybe just a trim. It needs shaping anyway.

I need a real hat for this. haha. something warm

OH... I had a bad dream. It was weird. I dreamt about Alison. I dreamt that for some reason she was staying at my mom's house in MS. I was kinda excited by this cause I thought Alison would then get to know my family some. Then I decided to go home one weekend, and drove all that distance in one day. I get there. Alison's cut her hair and is no longer wearing it up. Its curly and falls to right about her chin. She looks so happy and this change was so freeing but I also knew something else had happened. It turned out she had a really big date for that night... She was running around getting dressed, nice long dress, very girly (doesn't seem like her) and the guy shows up. Dark hair and light blue eyes. He's wearing a royal blue button-down shirt, and he's tall, but not too tall.
Meanwhile I go outside to my car and I find it is stuck. The front driver's side tire is 3/4 way down into some mud. Ridiculously easy I lift it up out of the mud, carrying the car as if it is some cardboard cut-out and set in the courtyard. I saw also what dude was driving. I think his name was Jason or something close to that... Ja... Anyway... he's driving this huge, uncovered camoflaged patterned horsecart thing, very elaborate, but no horses... doesn't need them. They come outside and for some reason dude has to walk past me as I am lifting my car, and he looks at me and grins. I felt a surge of "WHAT THE FUCK is up with him" attitude. They leave.

I go back inside. It started snowing in the dream around the time I noticed my car was stuck.

Tell you I have weird dreams....

archive: 11 february 2006: authors and road trips

I went to this brunch put on by AAUW (American Association of University Women) at Boone Tavern this morning. It was great. First Tammy Horn spoke about the book she just published and the future one she is working on about women beekeepers. She read some letters and the story of a woman who once worked in a factory but who ended up becoming editor of a magazine for beekeeping.
Then George Ella Lyon read some of her poems, and she read one which I loved and will have to do something similar, using a letter a grandmother wrote as a "found poem."
Then Frank X. Walker spoke and read several of his poems from Black Box, Buffalo Dance, and Affrilachia.
I bought a book from George Ella Lyon for my nephew, a children's book about a woman zoo keeper, and had it signed for him for his 5th birthday. :) I also bought Frank X. Walker's newest book and had him sign it, talked to him a little bit about writing poetry. I told him I am trying to write some poems about my grandmother since she has passed away and I spent so much time writing about my dad but none about her yet, and that I used his technique he referred to in class when he spoke with us. He also suggested finding a photo or two of her, candids. I sometimes never think of the obvious. heh. But the thing is, she hated having her picture taken and with good reason... As old and tired as she looked, she looked 10 year older in the pictures. Seriously. Oh well.. I will work on it.

I am going outside for about 20 minutes and take some pictures, then when I come in, get ready in about 20 minutes to head up to Lexington and meet Jo and the gang by 4... I should be there around 3:30-ish if I leave by 2:30 and don't have to stop for gas.

allright... later folks!

archive: 9 february 2006: writing goals

I think tonight I am going to get my writing journal and sit down in Ground Effects and try writing, maybe listen to music. I wrote a list about my grandmother Monday evening when sitting in Live Wire. The list are all little visual memories of her, my interaction with her, things she said, etc. I am going to continue working on that list and then I will focus on one or two memories and expand them, create a poem.

Oddly enough, some of my best poetry comes from this technique. Doing this brings me back to the moment of the past, and what I remember feeling, seeing, hearing, and sometimes the tiny details. Of course it is all coated with the present and with hindsight, but that is usually the point. How does the past affect the present? And how does the present affect my perception of the past?

I haven't written any poems about my grandmother, and since she died in November 2004, I haven't really dedicated any time to honoring her in any way. I have been dealing with my father's death (same year, March) and writing about my relationship with him, disappointment, and difference.

I should actively write a series of poems about family and relationships, mine in particular, of course. It could be a personal collection to give to the family I still have.

I could do the same about friends, too. I tried to do that once my senior year, writing poems in sonnet form (not style, mind you) about two specific friends, Jessica and Jordan... but then when I tried to write anyone else's it just didn't work. Actually, those two didn't really work either. Sonnet is so limiting. Those two poems are in year 1996, Jessica and Jordan.
EDIT: I just realized, OMG, that was TEN YEARS AGO!

ok. Back to work, although it is almost lunch time. woo!
OH... and both my alarms did not go off this morning, and I woke at 9, got to work at 9:30. That sucked. Its all because I stayed up till about 3 a.m. watching the "movie" and thinking about it a lot.

I AM going to go write tonight. I am also going to take those two BIG boxes of things to Goodwill. So much, so much to do!

archive: food and text msgs

Didn't go to Mia's for karaoke (maybe next week). I went to the photographer's club meeting though, and listened to the guy talk about and show all these flowers and plants in KY. Some I noted so that I might find them and take pics myself. Oh, these are rare flowering plants indigenous to KY. allright, that makes it a little more interesting.

I finally ate something of substance for dinner at 1:30 a.m. And I bought Hornsbys before I left Richmond and I drank one of those in about 5 minutes. I miss how those taste, but I wish they were stronger. 5.5% alcohol? haha ok, whatever, nevermind.

I'm going to sleep now. Tomorrow night I am doing laundry! Oh the excitement! haha

Someone text message me sometimes. I like text messages. They're fun. They keep me entertained and feeling loved by friends, heehee.

archive: 7 february 2006: happiness in a used towel

Laundry tonight. Too bad I don't have a washer and dryer in this place. I have to go clear across town to the laundrymat and spend about $5-10 on getting my laundry done. Oh joy! I have a lot to do. And then again at the end of next week, for the blankets and pillow cases on the guest bed before Amanda moves in.

back to work I go. oh joy joy joy

archive: 6 february 2006: full-circle info, get-togethers and music

It is interesting how things come back to you, full-circle. Not physical, but intellectual. So, this actress Ann-Marie MacDonald has cameos in The L Word this season. The first time I saw her face I thought I recognized her, but I forgot to follow through and find the missing piece. Turns out, she is exactly who I thought she is: She played Frances in Better Than Chocolate. So I decide that I want to look further, see what else she has done. I discover she is a writer and playwrite. And yes, it just so happens that I have seen a production of her play, Goodnight Desdemona (Good Morning Juliet) when I was in college at The University of Mississippi. I knew a lot of the people in the theatre department, especially Michelle, who was my RA and who was in the play. I remember it being a good play, though I don't remember what it is about. So this is an interesting tidbit of trivia. Oh, and she's in her late 40s, married to her partner, Alisa Palmer, and they have adopted a little girl. wow. Of course, they live in Canada, where all this is possible.

Tonight was fabulous. I had friends over, much food was eaten and enjoyed and praised, and we watched the last bit of the Superbowl. haha. My dad has been honored. hehe. And then we watched The L Word, which was emotionally-packed, along with enough sex to compensate for the lack of it in the previous episodes this season. So happy to see Lisa, Rachel, Marissa, Tina, James, Seth, and a new friend, Matt. I get all too hyper when I get to have people over.

Next weekend is going to be busy, something to do every night. Alanna is playing at Live Wire in Richmond, and I want to go hear her. Saturday I am going to Louisville with friends (Jo, Lisa, Jeff) to hear Tristan Prettyman perform. Sunday is the usual L Word get-together. I am going to be estactic all weekend. hehe...

Bedtime now... work at 8 a.m. comes way too soon. Must stop this mild insomniac behavior.

archive: 5 february 2006: sunday

I cooked three soups this evening: a corn chowder, a bean soup, and a chicken and rice soup. I have three more recipes, but I am out of containers and I need more onions... didn't realize I didn't have enough onions for them.
I was going to make the pesto today, but it might as well be best to make it tomorrow anyway. I have an idea in my head, but no recipe, for what I will cook tomorrow. I will see if I can find something with precise instructions to fit my idea.

It snowed today and I never drove anywhere. I only walked to the garbage bin behind the Mexican resturant to throw away some old empty cat litter containers! At least the closet is cleaned out. Things look better.

What time should people come tomorrow? Umm... is 8:00-8:30 too late? I figure that gives time to eat and chatter, clear away plates, and then watch the most recent episode of The L Word. Really, people can come over at any time, as I will be cooking, but if you come after 8:30, don't blame me for it getting cool and needing to be heated up in the microwave!

I have been a total recluse today. I just realized, I have not spoken to anyone today. I have not interacted with anyone today. weird....

But now, I shall sleep.

oh... and this is weird, and not directed at anyone, but I have really had the impulse to want to say "i love you" to someone today, though... I don't have anyone to say that to, so the fact of the impulse is very disconcerting. Its loneliness and wanting to have the feeling of being needed. so, bah... *sigh*

archive: 2 february 2006: in-house

I'm not going out any this weekend. I thought about going out Saturday, but I really don't need to. I should get a lot of stuff around the house...
and with job searching stuff...
and with archivist certification stuff...
and with cooking soups for lunch and dinner...

I really need ink in my printer again, but that's like $50.

I am going to have to find whatever will make it possible to split my cable to both TV and computer from the same cable cord. Probably a little box. Amanda is going to move in, and that'll probably be next week/weekend. I am going to move the computer and its table into the "dining room" area and clean up the guest room and closet.

I also need to go through all my books and decide what to give to the college library, what to give to the public library, and what to give to the bookstore (maybe get some cash for it).

See, a lot of stuff to do this weekend.

Anybody can come stop by any time. Just don't expect me to look great, especially if I am cleaning, sweeping, mopping, scrubbing... hehehe Its going to be hardcore. Yeah, Hardcore Spring Cleaning. It is almost Spring, even if the weather is in denial.