We arrived at the Green Spot already hot and sweaty on Saturday morning around 7:00, but set up our new PopUp tent from Sam’s with high expectations. After a few hours of looky-loo’s, we were feeling a little depressed about the whole deal. Then luck fell out of the sky with a big sale! And from there the little sales started trickling in. Overall, a pretty good net for a four hour show! (note to self; try to make lighter, less fragile items for sale next time – like jewelry!) Pottery with live plants is just craziness.
Having so much fun in the backyard of this fabulous house we rented! Someone was kind enough to leave two wonderful concrete tables in the backyard (complete with benches) which makes for perfect workspaces. For the most part they are sturdy and out of the sun, until around noon. Then all bets are off. The only thing good that comes with the increased heat (99 degrees and up, folks!) is that the mosquitoes slow their full frontal assault on my person.
>I have neglected writing for too long, so I’ll start out slowly so I don’t pull a muscle.
First of all, there is something I want to share about the reality of the unreal in our lives.
Yeah, I’m talking about angels. The great Beyond. God. Whatever you call it, it’s real. And it caused me to not be dead right now. Yes, so more on that (in hopefully better grammar) in the near future.
For now I want to address the approaching holiday of Valentines. To that end, I’d like to share one of my favorite songs that never fails to put me in a state of near hysterics…. emotions ranging from nostalgia to sadness to wistfullness to hopeful bliss and back again to nostalgia.
This wonderful little gem of a song is called Romeo and Juliet from
Dire Straits. http://www.last.fm/music/Dire+Straits
I think it was released around 1985 or thereabouts; right about the time when I was discovering the glorious differences in the sexes (yes,I WAS a very late bloomer, thanks for noticing!). I had a neighbor in the dormatory down the hall, we’ll call her Nancy since that was her real name and I doubt she will ever read this in a billion years. She was in love with a sweet emo-esque rocker boy with big poofy hair who was a high school dropout. She, a Junior in college at the University of Colorado, was very much the model of decorum, living as she was in the Smart Foreign Person’s Dorm. But alas, she was neither one nor the other… what she was, in fact, was very vulnerable and addictable and sweet as all get-out. I loved her. But so did every boy that met her. I could not help nor protect her from the fallout of her illfated relationships.
But one night she told me that she’d had a ‘date’ with a boy who she’d fallen in love with, and this was the song that reminded her of their love. Forever more, it always reminded ME of her big love and resonated for ever… for all lovers. For all time. I’m just a sap that way.
Happy Valentines Day!
>Um, how did I miss seeing this awesome movie? And why did I just find out about it tonight? (oh wait, I was researching the title because I wanted to write about something else, and found out what I’d been missing.)
Okay, it’s got all my favorite weirdnesses. Vampires, Susan Sarandon, vampires, David Bowie, Catherine Deneuve, ancient Egyptian queens, vampires, Ann Magnuson, Bauhaus, BELA LUGOSI IS DEAD, and some homo-erotic weirdness to boot. (cover your eyes if you are under 16 or better yet, log out now!) Okay, so where was I?
This sounds like it could possibly be my favorite movie ever. It might even take the place of Hedwig and the Angry Inch as my all time favorite, but it would have to have an awesome soundtrack as well as story line, and from the looks of things, it just very well might.
I think I have my Halloween plan! What about you? I have to warn you, my apartment hides its own type of hunger. Oh yes. Beware. Don’t get too near the fish or they might… PESTER you. Yes, PESTER you with their sad, doleful expressions of hunger. Two large feedings per day never seem to quell their insatiable lust. Then there’s my cat. She, too, will ply your heartstrings with her existential moans and purrings. Oh yes. She’ll have you opening that can of tuna in no time.
And after you’re the slave of the house pets, then what? I shiver to think of it.
>I think my apartment is haunted.
I know it’s very timely and cool and all to tell you this on the eve of All Hallow’s Eve, possibly the coolest holiday to still exist, but I’m really only half jesting here. I should probably be honest and say that whatever force exists, I should tell you it’s not really space-centric, but follows me from apartment to apartment. So whether “it” is an evil doppleganger, my Seth, my Sybil, or some other freaky named alter ego or extra personality – some kind of hidden force that has been messing with me lo these many years. It manifests itself in three chief ways.
One is kind of odd – I wake up at 3:00 a.m. in the morning. On the dot. From a deep sleep, and for no apparent reason. No sound, light or mid-morning cat prancing going on. Nope. I just bolt right up (not likely, for I sure can’t do that when I really need to!) and go, ‘dang it must be three…’ and sure enough it is. I usually fall back to sleep pretty quickly after that, but it’s still a bit odd, don’t you think? However…. maybe not. Back when I was about 13 I was really into occult and read every single book in the public library (all 12! woo hoo!) on the subject. One of the things that was mentioned was that the ‘veil between our side and the unseen side was thinnest’ at 3:00 a.m. So I often try to hone in on the vibe – and find out if someone is trying to tell me something. I must be a crappy psychic though because in all these years I’ve never gotten a message.
The next thing that happens is just plain silly. I tend to have lots of jewelry, being pretty devoted to the subject for much of my life. But there’s something here that also really digs on shiny stuff. I hope I’m not painting myself a complete nutter here, but here’s the deal. Various bits of jewelry goes missing for weeks at a time. I know where I put it, so I’m not making this up. Later, just as surely as it disappeared, the stuff returns to its original spot. Yup. I’m thinking fairies, grimlins, or at the very worst goblins. I know, I probably read way too much Grimms Fairie tales in my youth, but wouldn’t it be easier to blame it on the little buggers than to admit to losing my memory? (and I swear to you, my amethyst drop that my sister gave me DID go missing for three months. I checked the box where I had placed it and it even dumped it out- twice. It was NOT there. Then, last week I was looking for something else, and there it was. Thanks, gremlins! Now the little f*ckers apparently traded me that for a couple of pair of rhinestone ear studs I had just bought for $1.50 at Forever 21. Like me, they don’t judge for price or quality…. they like the shiiiiiine.)
And finally, the weirdest thing is the hardest to talk about, cause it really does kind of scare me, and I really don’t have an explanation that doesn’t make me quake a bit in fear. For some reason, I often wake up with bruises on my upper arms that are completely unaccountable. Well not too often – but once a month is quite often enough for me, at any rate. The freakist part is that there are obviously four ‘finger’ looking marks on one side and a ‘thumb’ mark on the opposite, as if someone (thing?) has gripped my arm really hard and dragged me around. I thought it was myself grabbing with my own hand, but the finger marks are on the wrong side for that to be possible. I also sometimes get bruising on my legs that is similarly human-looking in origin, but mostly it’s arms. My friends and even coworkers at my jobs have commented on these, so unfortunately I’m not hallucinating. This is freaking me out now so I’m going to
move on to another blog topic.
If you have any ideas on what any of these phenomenons might be, I am open to your mail. Thanks in advance… hoping for a bruise free Halloween!
>Last night, after spending a good chunk of a beautiful Sunday indoors working on a planning session with my new boss (can you feel the bitter remorse? smell the autumn leaves? the ones I didn’t get to go hiking in?) I came home feeling slightly deflated and in need of some airy-fairy televisionary entertainment. Flipping around, I literally found nothing but sports, re-runs and boring folderal on the usual network channels (whatever can still be captured by the Rabbit Ears, at least until February) but lo, and behold – my clicking finally turned up the perfect thing; Steve Carrell in what looked to be…. yes, it was! The Forty Year Old Virgin! Woo hoo!
I had only seen this movie one time (as opposed to some folks I know who will consider it a crime *not* to see good movies over and over until the dialogue becomes part of daily parlance),so I was just swollen with excitement. Joy unbounding. But you know what they say about undeserved happiness.. right? Crap, I forget, but it goes something like ‘you can’t always get what you wa-hant’ and ‘nothing good comes for free’…. but…. anyway, I guess the fact that this channel was somewhere between 20 and 33 should have clued me in to the horror that lay ahead when I found out…
I was watching the G-D CHANNEL! Well, okay technically not *the* G-d channel, since He only knows that there are WAY more than just one in the DFW area and it wasn’t even one of the Big top Two, but there it was… good wholesome advertising, nucular families (sic: Bush) and lots of groovy messages about the Christian way of living. Not that I am harshing on that at all.
I just find it very amusing that the only good stuff left on non-cable tv is not on any of the three top networks. And also very ironic that it should be on a Christian station. As my grandma would say, “bless their hearts!” And bless Steve Carrell. I would think our saviour would be funny too.
>I guess it’s nothing new to discuss how America has a huge blind spot when it comes to music. For some reason, we’re in love with musical artists from the British isles of Ireland, Scotland and England. But where at all on the radio are the rest of the musicians harking from places beyond that?I have recently fallen in love with listening to an online musical sharing site called Last.fm and because of the connections it helps me make I have discovered that there is a lot of great music beyond my near-Quaker obsession with the 60’s based folk modes of the Joni Mitchells and James Taylors of my youth. I had literally stopped listening to music from the last decade, having had my eardrums denuded by the crap that spewed throughout most of the 90’s and early 2000’s. Yes, Grunge, I’m talking to You. And Heavy Metal, you’re right behind.
What I have been finding out, much to my amazement, is that the new cool music is coming from well beyond the shores of the British isles. I’m talking about Other European Countries. What will it take for local stations to notice this discrepancy? Is it all too much for them to digest, given that they are paid robots of the recording companies?
What I find the most ironic is that some of the most beautiful music I’ve discovered, such as Ida Maria (Norway) , the National Bank, (Norway) and Jenny Wilson (Germany) are only touring as far west as Ireland. How tragic is it that what, when America still lauds as some of the most “inciteful and cutting edge” musical artists hail from Ireland – let’s just say Bono, Van Morrison, Sinead O’Connor and their ilk, are the ones we can expect to gain huge following at our stadium concert venues, but those of eastern European or northern European descent? We never hear of them.
When is this wonderful global economy going to reach where the kids can appreciate it?
For me, I’ll have to continue to dig deeper within my group of Last.fm neighbors and my actual local neighbors, who happen to be quite musically versed themselves. I guess the moral of this story for me is that anything worth knowing about is worth spending some time digging around to find out about. But also, we in America are still racist pigs and dig on Northern European music. And while I am personally a gigantic sucker for traditional Irish Music, I don’t agree that they should guard the gates of Rock and Roll for the New America.
Let Europe have a chance. Let them rock for once.