So the boss-lady is going to be here in a bit, back from maternity leave. *sigh* Let the games begin.
On a side note, I am such a football junkie. Go Bears!!!
A weekend is a weekend. I ended up going to an exhibit opening on the Miracle Mile with works by Joseph Park. It was somewhat of a let-down. The other galleries on that site weren’t all that good either. They have a gallery called “Works on Paper”. Some of that stuff is absolutely laughable. Even my shit is better than that. That got me motivated enough to do some work this weekend.
E__ came over a couple of times this weekend. It was nice having someone to wake up to in the nude. Feeling something warm and hard on my thigh. It’s been way too long since that happened. We talked on Thursday and decided to keep it at non-commitment level. We are both anti-relationship right now which is good. For now.
Blarg!
I overate at Claim Jumpers and want to sleep but I have work to do and I feel ikky. I’m trying to wake up, but there is such clutter on my desk that prevents me from doing that. I really think we should buy a futon for our conference room so I can lie down and watch General Hospital, especially since Brenda is back on the show.
Drinks anyone?
How indie are you? test by ridethefader
You are so indie it hurts. You hang out with the coolest people in your city. It doesn’t even bother
you that none of them know your name. You know lots of bands personally, you know a couple of
guys from We Hate The Mainstream Records, and you blag your way into getting almost
everything for free. That fanzine you write gives you extra kudos. You probably don’t
even care that non-scenesters think you’re a pretentious fuck.
Had a dream last night about E., the boy. The only part I remember is him driving me to the beach. We pull over to the side of the road, and a sea gull shits on the car. He starts leaning over towards me. That’s it. I’m not good at remembering dreams and such. All I know is that I woke up really horny this morning. So E. is going to get a call this evening. 🙂
Why Is It Not Friday Yet?
I am ready to go off for coffee at 11 am and read and do some painting and go dancing and drinking and shaking my ass.
So Much Substance, So Little Articulation
Ok. First things first. 9-11-01 was a tragedy. So was 9-11-73. For those of you who don’t know, this was the day Chilean president Salvador Allende was assassinated by a military-backed coup Gen. Augusto Pinochet led. Of course, this coup was financed by Amerika (thanks to Nixon and Kissinger) and led to over 5000 citizens mysteriously disappearing throughout Pinochet’s regime. The harsh disregard of human rights and civil liberties by Pinochet eventually led him to be prosecuted a couple of years ago. Charges were eventually dropped because he was “unfit” to stand trial.
Now how does this tie in with everything? The only significance of 9-11-01 is that it’s the first time terrorist action hit Amerikan soil. We have now caught up with the rest of the world in knowing that this can happen at any time. In the media, a lot of people say that they are now scared because of this. There were plenty of things to be scared of: hate crimes, police brutality and the infringement of our civil liberties. Now white middle-class Amerikans are scared. THAT there is the significance.
I do mourn the 3000 people who died a year ago. I mourn the infringement of our freedoms thanks to the absurd Patriot Act. I mourn the loss of thousands upon millions of innocent civilian victims killed due to Amerika’s support of Iraq, Taliban and other inherently evil regimes around the world. And of course all of this is done in the name of profits.
Okay, now for the good part. I was writing a little rant and reading V. by Thomas Pynchon at the coffeeshop last night. At the next table, there was this boy who was really really loud. He was considerate enough to notice me and ask me if I was bothered. I started talking, and once I start, it’s almost impossible to get me to stop. After about an hour of gabbing, he said he needed a ride to his apartment since his car was in the shop. Noting the lure, I went for it.
So at about 10:00, I was in a boy’s apartment making like a rabbit in the springtime. He was surprisingly a top and left bitemarks in all of the right places (ie, I don’t have to wear a turtleneck today). Tee hee. Without going into too much detail, I felt dirty and like it.
I asked him about significant others (doesn’t have one), political leanings (lefty) and music (everything, and he loves Chopin too!). I just hope he doesn’t turn out to be completely wacko.