i guess anyone running for president just, must…

in his years leading up to his bid, he also “studiously took up golf.”

(from a NYT article on Obama: http://www.nytimes.com/2007/07/30/us/politics/30obama.html)

(who, btw, TOTALLY has my vote. thus far.)

xo

hi alex

so, are you upset that you bought a brand new mac laptop right before the beautiful beauty macbook air came out. ohhh i love it i want one.

i have found apple products are more likely to make me materialistic  than most other things… bc, usually i am not so much!

i think i can do spaces on here. im not sure. lets see when this posts.

so- have we spoken lately, like, not through this but real words with sound? did you know i have been the sickest sickest i have been in years, these past few weeks. i will be sick, think i am better, try to get back into the real world, and suddenly get sick again. ugh. its awful. i think it has A LOT to do with new york. so may people, all sick, all on my subway train car to work in the morning…

but hopefully my immune sys will get really strong from this and i wont get sick for the rest of my life, until maybe i go live in hong kong, where there are even more sick people on sick subways.

or, maybe i will just start eating cloned meat in my house and blogging only to friends and strangers, and that will be my false/real life, and i will never leave, so i will never get sick…

x

o

the days

one thing about this blog system or me lately is that no matter where i put spaces or line breaks, the blog makes it appear as one long run on statement.  but that is fine i guess, i’ll just get used to this and from now on my entries will be “train of thought” kind of posts… is that the phrase? train of thought..?  no, there is a literary format term.. what the hell is it?       wish i could paragraph break HERE.  but alas.       i’m having a wine, candle, and blonde redhead evening in the house.     blonde redhead is one of those musics that brings me to something specific.  this album was so part of me and my every day when i was living in oakland with jill.  i remember coming home after a boring day at work and it blasting out our windows of our small colorful flat in piedmont.   i remember listening to the x x , alex song driving to work at a restaurant i only was employed at for a few weeks up telegraph right into berkeley.  that place sucked.  they still did the bills on hand written diner style “ticket” tablets.  oy.    i remember my only time in that famous san francisco venue in north beach called bimbos was with jill and noelle and we saw the blonde redheads..   i remember all that.     paragraph break NOW.    i read today about this story:  http://www.allheadlinenews.com/articles/7009671828  .. apparently  pig have been cloned to glow in the dark.  why?  why ask.  also, us is allowing cloned animal meat to be eaten…   right when i start eating small amounts of meat.  what the hell????  is this so weird to US, when for our parents the awe was that with hormones we could keep more cows alive for cheaper, etc. ….  should we be amazed or scared?  or just accept the new age.     these are the days of mine.   

guess what im doing, cause i can?

im writing to US/you/them  from my porch. meaning, my laptop finally can hold battery and i can bring it outside with the wine and cigarette anddddd put on music (pink floyd) and type to you.  its darkish though and i cant see the keyboard that well.  im also wearing matts pants… SUZY: MATTS PANTS… only you know what that means ( so many gay lovers – i wish- would think that meant something sentimental like i have some favorite dead lover poets pants on… but no.. they are your ex BFs pants that he didnt want with the bike tear and all…”do you want these levis? they’re matts…..  ”    yet i wear them still… 5 years later… with my hipster tear …  OH!                               so.  im happy to be out in the cold air, with what kinda is you.. but really just a blank screen – you will soon read. maybe, even!.                                                                           so you know, it is january and you know what?….  the FERNS in my yard.. yes FERNS…  are overgrown..  as i pee late at night in the yard & i notice that the ferns are very fluffy and maybe killing the other vegetation around                                            OKAY….  ok,,, k.. i was just too cold outside(even in la, in jan, its like FORTY at night:BRRRRRR)   and so now im inside.  244am (whatever) and its friday and i m up…. “home, home again—– i like to be when i can…”      oh P FLOYD.  so, the wall on the big screen at midnight in hollywood tonight was not exactly great… but i was out of the house, with new people, not that drunk, and HAPPY… just the flick is only fun and stoned for about 40 mins. then, there is another 50 mins of oddity and sickness and screaming and blood that i closed my eyes and drank diet pepsi and tried to appreciate the little love/lotta love for pink floyd.  more than lovin thier music, i just have so s oooo sooo mmany amazing memories to all this music.  : mostly college (temple,philly) and boyfriends (old ones, good ones.. not new/crappy ones (does that make sense?))    love life anyway.  even if you hate/love/dislike/fellasleep at any movie, right.   love is all we need.. right? who said that? john something…lennon or something-i forget.    gnight!                   dark side of the moon is so much better anyway?!?!?!?!?….          LOVE any one/thing actually reading/makingsenseof this right now.         (real fast:  p floyd’s MONEY is playing quietly in my room and my loner cat is even near me on the bed right now….)                                     so, NOW… GOODNIGHT BLOGPEOPLE.    

suzy

thank you. i liked that!                              because old habits die hard, i’m spending this friday night cocooned in my home with wine and magazines and such.  guacamole, too.  (friday afternoon echo park farmers market).    the greatest part is i had forgotten about xpn’s late night “echos”.   and since the dork that i am living in california for how many years and still fairly addicted to WXPN – however, with the time zone thing and all, echo is usually on after midnight, so even though it is far from that here, and with the wine and all.. it might as well me 2 in the morning in my house in los angeles.                    and i promised myself i will volunteer phone pick ups at the next KCRW (the xpn of LA) phone drive, to make up for it all….    

idle, while worthwhile

makes you wonder how much our bodies, our minds, our Us, have changed over the past few hundred years.

i was talking to someone the other day about how the king of france 500 years ago would have just killed for what the average person has today. hot running water? best thing ever!

but– our minds being occupied ALL THE TIME. where does that leave us? i wonder that often. we cant even remember things, or spell, anymore.  just a few years ago remembering large large blocks of information was the only way to pass it down to another, and eventually record it.

what do we know, or own, as personal truths? my homepage, my text messages. post a blog, have a drunk conversation, forget about it all in the morning. new day, new things, not as much that is day in and day out, one and only thing to do  or thing to know.

but- does it lead us all back to the same place, the same truths?

idle me

i don’t know i fill up such empt space time with more nothing?!  does this make sense?  i’m asking how i manage to watch the sun go down and the day become night time after time, another day passing and me, idle and submissive.  hey this is not a bad thing at all… i’m kept company by my house and all these offerings she has.     today the power went out as i was nodding off in front of the television.  i went outside did the circuit breaker  thing but a neighbor confirmed i wasn’t alone.   what could i do? no tv, no music, no internet.  i was hungry.. i’mm make some bacon.  wait, no stove, just gas pouring out of the burners.  i’ll have soup, use the microwave.  MICROWAVE! they’re electric, too!  damn.  what isn’t?  my pillows and sheets aren’t  … most of the reading materials around aren’t.  my cat definitely isn’t.  yoga by candlelight?    uh, i sat idle, rather.  

back from somewhere….

im back.  back to LOS ANGELES.  back west.  back in 08.  back with a spanking new macbook.  back to the drawing board, back to nothing, back to something, back to everything and not sure what else i have forgotten to come back too.  i’m back to cooking, back to wine (never left).  i’m back to my front porch, back to t-shirts back with new shoes and sunglasses.  i’m back to politics, back to myspace and back to my cat.  i’m back to love and back to sharewith the new computer, i’m back to the letter Z.. z. Z! ZZZZ!, a wonderful letter of the alphabet that was nearly impossible to use the past 6 months.happy tidings of new and clean to you!  i’ve always loved new years for some reason.  i’ve never been to particular about what i do on that evening, but i always enjoy the one night a year that we as americans are actually supposed to find a party and get pretty drunk.   how was scotland for that?  i always think about the fact that i can mostly recall all my new years nights and locations and group of folks give or take for at least the last 8 or 9 years.  and before that i think i was home with my family anyway.    i think way black in blog past i listed my lat few.  this was my first one in the east coast in a few years now an the first one single in a while.  RANK! but it was a grand one with no pressure and standing in the dark at a bon fire when i looked at my iThing for the time and announced to the crowd it was midnight, no one seemed to react with much enthusiasm or that.  instead the fan was in us all, not in the clock.  i was happy and calm in kempton, pennsylvania near kutztown.  OH THAT Z!   it mainly shared my evening at various farm houses either near bon fires or kitchens, sometimes long snowy walks from one to the other and back again.  i remember a lot of conversations and  lot of front porches.  a lot of cigarettes and plenty of cold cans of beer, direct from the frigid east coast air. suzy, it was nearly a month ago already that i plopped all dirty and messy into your life in brooklyn, but i’m so glad i did.  i loved entirely out long conversations and statements at the bar with dustin.  we compared celebrity to the bible and yet i force fed the crowd my random B celebrity voicemails.  (i think one night drunk soon after i deleted all traces of these, as to stop embarrassing myself.)  new york was wonderful for me as always and i had to apologize for my state when my lovely aunt and 3 year old cousin picked me up at the dover train station.  at the newark train station, a handsome young man approached me to use a light.  we got to talking. he was from switzerland and i think i fell in love, sadly our trains were headed in opposite directions.  the long and homey stay in PA was fine.  i spent many a nights on the windy roads between friends and bars and family and always in a different strange and cold car.    at the very last moment i sucked up my disgust with commercial holidays and just made the best of it, often disappearing into magazines or season 3 of Lost.  sometimes i just slept all day!   i finished it all off with a grand time with the usual crew in philadelphia.  Jill has the most fabulous manyunk  apartment and i want to move in!  that small town is wonderful and it kept me her and jon up until the wee dancing to bell and sebastian on the hardwood floors.  you were long gone in scotland by the time leah briana devin and the fun folks all made the abbaye into our own party as always.  we missed you.tonight, i have been back to LA for a week.  the writers are still striking and a change is not in store.  for now, i decompress and begin the thoughts of new work.  or costa rica?!   for now, there is free lance and reality and all kinds of gruesome but high paying work in this biz.  ZZZZ BIZZ!  when is our next love affair?  bring D HERE, or we all go to russia.tonight i am making an everything chile.  i forget sometimes how many things i can cook up at the drop of a moment, knowing i keep my produce drawer and  spice cabinet pretty full at all times.  i put all the goodies in a crock pot to simmer a good 3 hours or so.  extra spice and love! 

happy happenings and happy new year

hello. all. world. you. lovelys.

just returned this morning from some time overseas. dramatic way to say it, though true.

nyc to newark to london. london to tate modern to finding out that the train tickets to endinbugh in scotland were 200 pounds (FOUR HUNDRED DOLLARS) when they were normally only like 15 bucks, because scotland has big big new year’s celebrations. so we said -what to do!?’- and we… freaked out. not really. but it was a wrench in the plans. so we used the muesum’s free internet for awhile more, and found a hostile right around the corner from where i lived in london, and then we… had a meal, wandered around really jet-lagged… and finally made out way there. feel asleep, awoke in the middle of the night, and explored chelsea after midnight.

we then… still had no idea how to get to scotland. plane train bus- we couldnt find anything under a few hundred bills, and we didnt really want to get back on a plane, after just getting off one. i, for one, was sick of aeroport tyrant-ness. take off your shoes!stand in this line! waste all your time! buy overly expensive food! just bc you are trapped here!

plus, we had really wanted to see the countryside from the train window. so… in the midst of asking the hostel worker about carshare situations in the uk… and basically posting and scouring craigslist and rideshare.co.uk or whatever like mad, i said ‘LETS RENT A CAR!’ and at  4 am we did and that was that. on online, anything can happen!

we slept, for a moment, a blip, a few hours, and were back on the Tube to dreaded zone 6, Heathrow International, to pick up our car. wow. after asking and maybe insulting the nice guy who worked at the rental car place by asking if there were any other rules to keep in mind besides ‘driving on the wrong side of the road’, we got on the wrong side and off we went.

the only deadline we set for ourselves was to be in edinburgh by 12 midnight for the new years celebration.

we stopped way too much, drank lots of coffee redbull etc had too pee too much, stopped out of boredome, etc, and eventually made our way through all of england, and lots of scotland. while very close to endinburgh, we passed a really really big bonfire in Biggar, Scotland. we got out to take picture, change to our party clothes in a gas station bathroom, buy wine for the party, and ask about the bonfire. they said it had been a tradition for 2,000 years. we said ‘Wow!’. i have pictures, and they will be on my flicker page.

so… we went onwards on wee windy roads passing sheep and little houses… till we got to endinburgh. lots of main streets were closed for new years celebrations, so we got lost lots, and finally found sylvan at just after 11. we made our goal of getting to the party by the last moments of 2007.

party, out to the meadows for great great big fireworks, then walking though the city cobblestone streets to another party, next to a castle!, talking sitting drinking then another party and listening to johnny cash with scottish boys till the late late hours of the night. went to sleep in an artist’s room, with sylvan sleeping on his not yet used canvas next to me.

waking with no light left in the day at all on new years day.

days of exploring and hanging out and good eating conversation and drinking. i dont know where the days went but they went. hummus and talk of love and good beer. second hand pinstriped skirts and books on spirituality.

good european design and ecologically correct thinking stand out in my mind from the trip. light sockets that one turns on and off, so that the currents are not on all the time. less packaging on food stuff and products. big drying racks on pulley systems to hang ones clothes, in each house. little tiny cars, not one SUV sighted in scotland. and green green green land everywhere.  more to come on glasgow, back to london, and home.

talk soon.

have to go eat sushi now.

love.