so, i am total rock star!
last night we had my birthday party over at india palace. in addition to having mango ice cream and a scrotum cake for dessert (just go google gulab jamun. yes liz, i also have a thing about calling them nutsacs, balls, or testicles!) after consuming vast amounts of F-U-D, we had a sort of crafty evening. see, i never know what i want for my birthday anymore, but i do know that i love to have theme parties.
last year's party was my presidential theme. i was finally old enough to become president, so we had everyone dress in red, white, and blue while i named them all to my cabinet. i made my friends tell me all about their volunteer work. i made them donate to causes in their community or give to people in some small and direct way. i got letters about planned parenthood, animal shelters, political parties, and the like. friends gave away books to the library and took clothing to homeless shelters. people donated money to cool nonprofits that i like. it was pretty neat... and the sparkly cupcakes rhiannon made for me didn't hurt.
this year i decided the theme should be going postal. bonnie, don't hurt me! hehehe. it would seem that my postcard collection has grown into an over-bloated whale of paper. how guilty i felt that they all just sat there with nowhere to go! feeling shamed from postal neglect, i tried to think of ways to reach out and say hi to people. getting happy mail helps to shield people from all those bills.voila! a lightbulb hit me that i hadn't had a postal party since that time back in seattle with my peeps there, so i gathered all the posties and stickers and sharpies under my guard and toted them off to the indian joint. i got a group of about twenty friends together for dinner and mail. people were a bit shy and confused at first when i spread out all the doodads. then we got going and everyone got more excited about my plan.
"i do demand on my queen for a day celebration that you bring your address books! i've got gobs of all the other supplies for us to send out cool correspondence to people. no xmas stuff allowed. remember stamps? pens? real live addresses? well, what i want for my birthday this year is to grace people's mailboxes with fun mail, just because we can."
once i explained the email i had sent out, they got to it with gusto! i forced them to grab the epistolary schtuffies and told them to just say hi to people. i let them rip through my supplies like little kids. they squealed with joy at the lovely greetings they were sending out and watched the pile grow as the evening went along. everyone seemed almost grateful that they could bring some tiny surprise to post. see there? just because i'm bossy doesn't mean it can't be a good thing.
let me tell you this: we started off with a roll of postcard stamps. that's 100 stamps. i came home with about 30 stamps, and even had to bust into the other stash for some international mail. i literally had a whomping STACK of postcards to go out today! some people even took a few finished products home to scan in or add zip codes or whatever else before sending even more happy mail out into the world. wowee, if this is what it's like not asking for birthday presents, count me in.
speaking of which, i did get some super duper cool gifties, too! more stickers, an art journal, a tim burton bio, a weaving loom, a peacock feather hairpiece, new jewelry, and even a fresh homemade key lime pie! that's what i get for not being greedy. great loot comes to those who force real live human social interaction upon their friends. hey, i'm not ALL touchy-feely about the gifts for other people thing. i can stand to get some royal treatment here and there. what narcissistic crazy person could resist some fawning, right? scott even took me and julie out for sushi today. nummy num num. now that's what i call giving.
personal songs for many occasions:
theme song - georgy girl
really pissed off - across the universe
thinking hard and fast - downtown
sentimentally gloopy - smile
gleeful - spiderman theme song
frustrated with myself - never enough
crazy panic mode - a daisy chain 4 satan
pensive - moonlight sonata
feeling goofy - spice up your life
wistfully hopeful - where the streets have no name
longing - i know it's gonna happen someday
excited about stuff - message in a bottle
30 November 2009
20 October 2009
holy shit! moment of the week
MARY IS HERE! EEEE!!!
so derek wanted to borrow my car to "run some errands" today. i had rearranged my schedule at the last minute for something and didn't get to attend class today, almost spoiling his plans. he asked me to come with him so he could drop me off at my destination later. well, of course i'm completely gullible when it comes to surprises and didn't even catch on when we pulled into the airport parking lot.
"what are doing here?"
oh, nick asked me to pick up a package for him this afternoon."
"oh, okay. whatever."
duh. i'm the goofball who was rearranging my scarf into different configurations and practicing my posture... when mary pops into view out of nowhere! i screamed and let out an "EEE!" at the baggage claim. she's here a whole week! she's sitting here in my living room at this very moment! we can have a super fun girl party slumber party at holly's house this weekend when veronica rolls into town. wowee, am i a lucky ducky girl or what?!? tankoo berry mucho, derek. sometimes it's great to be the last to know.
why we suck:
derek and mary are watching some marketplace thing on the tivo about turkey contracts or some stupid shit like that. they are rapt with attention. i think i have to pee.
so derek wanted to borrow my car to "run some errands" today. i had rearranged my schedule at the last minute for something and didn't get to attend class today, almost spoiling his plans. he asked me to come with him so he could drop me off at my destination later. well, of course i'm completely gullible when it comes to surprises and didn't even catch on when we pulled into the airport parking lot.
"what are doing here?"
oh, nick asked me to pick up a package for him this afternoon."
"oh, okay. whatever."
duh. i'm the goofball who was rearranging my scarf into different configurations and practicing my posture... when mary pops into view out of nowhere! i screamed and let out an "EEE!" at the baggage claim. she's here a whole week! she's sitting here in my living room at this very moment! we can have a super fun girl party slumber party at holly's house this weekend when veronica rolls into town. wowee, am i a lucky ducky girl or what?!? tankoo berry mucho, derek. sometimes it's great to be the last to know.
why we suck:
derek and mary are watching some marketplace thing on the tivo about turkey contracts or some stupid shit like that. they are rapt with attention. i think i have to pee.
19 October 2009
random side notes - chapter twenty two
okay, so you know when there's a fight to the death on the original star trek series and they play that "certain doom" kind of music? that tune is on a loop in my head. dunh dunh, dahhhh dahhh dahhh dahhh, dun dun dah. you know what i'm talking about. totally brings up a visual of one of those times they had big sharp pokey things on the rocky surface of a planet and thrashed about in torn shirts.
last week i attended an "arts in crisis" seminar presented by michael kaiser from the kennedy center. i enjoyed myself and ate bagels. it was nothing groundbreaking as far as the ideas being presented. however, it was a nice chance to mingle with other artists/arts type people in the area. the gathering also gave me an opportunity to be reminded of all the simple things i can sometimes forget when it comes to marketing. there are times when you just need to have someone else remind you of the things you already know to get you motivated, and that's the most effective kind of talk to me.
i'm going to get started on a couple more households soon. is there a better term for what i've been doing than household excavation? see, i don't make people get rid of everything. i don't redecorate for them. there is no construction going on in the process. it's simply a way to remove a lot of garbage and make people think about what they want in a house. if ideas come up about organization and interior design, i help them make a plan of what to get done. it's the culling and reducing of shit; that's the process i'm really into, and then we can get a modified clean slate. what would you call something like that?
my mind is full of whapping lately. whap, whap, whap - just like that shredded tire you hear that makes you pull over and regroup. i can hear the sound faintly, in between rounds of that star trek tune.
if it's in reference to hobbes, shouldn't it be pronounced hobb-zee-yun, as opposed to the way i keep hearing it, hoe-bee-zee-yun? what the fuck, man?!? this really must be a trick they're playing on me.
maybe the sorting and removing is like artistic inspiration for me. it certainly falls under sociology, almost like it's a domestic adventure. i love to see what's important for people to keep, and haven't yet encountered a situation where i could judge someone for it. trust me, i can judge on a lot of things, but the contents of a person's house is hardly one of them. short of having hygiene issues or hazards, it's too personal to say what someone else should cherish. i mean, my little collection of bizarre miniature plastic toys might raise an eyebrow. let's not even talk about my penchant for bottle caps.
at long last, the show opens this week. yay for us! we have two really fun artists for the gallery, the tech designs should be fantastico, and my actors are all ready. we've now come to the point where it feels as if we've been doing this forever and we just want to get going. come on out and see us, faithful audience.
i heart my ticket stub diary! eee!
lately i am curious. not about anything in particular, but about everything i encounter in some way. that is to say, i am easily fascinated by things. it leads me to collect all sorts of trivia and tidbits about nothing much relating to anything, but it's still strangely exciting. there was a time not so long ago where i could give a shit less about much of anything, including the stuff i found interesting. it's an odd quality, no doubt the thing that is producing the whapping noise, yet i appreciate it in spite of its borderline mania producing effects. it's like i just can't stop thinking and wondering and supposing what if to the world. then i wear myself out and wake up the next day wondering who took off my shoes.
what's up with all the hitchhikers around here lately?
yes, derek is on facebook. no, i am not going to get a facebook account. this is as consistent as i can stand for posting online. there's no way i could keep up with some wall of spamming and getting messages beyond my email boxes. it's all too much for me. i've just now conquered my fears of learning how to burn cd's and get digital photos printed. if you really want me to get in touch with you, i probably already know how. if you want to find me, it's pretty easy. i have become a texting fiend, so doesn't that at least count?
i really like asparagus. it's no mighty avocado, mind you, but a tasty green food nonetheless. (those of you who've known me for a while possibly remember my posting some time ago about the mighty avocado. nothing has changed there.) and since autumn is here, i need more yams and more squash. mushy tubers and hearty greens - woo hoo!
it's my humble opinion that academics should learn how to write like they talk. being a big snotty pedantic in your book doesn't help me to grasp what the hell you're saying. it doesn't make me any smarter. it makes me want to read sweet valley high books instead of slogging through your gajillion word sentences until my eyes cross in frustration. speaking of which, i really need to catch up on the wimpy kid series. ooh, and i got a great comedic fake memoir to bring to book club this weekend.
miracle of the week:
i'm not waiting for the other shoe to drop.
last week i attended an "arts in crisis" seminar presented by michael kaiser from the kennedy center. i enjoyed myself and ate bagels. it was nothing groundbreaking as far as the ideas being presented. however, it was a nice chance to mingle with other artists/arts type people in the area. the gathering also gave me an opportunity to be reminded of all the simple things i can sometimes forget when it comes to marketing. there are times when you just need to have someone else remind you of the things you already know to get you motivated, and that's the most effective kind of talk to me.
i'm going to get started on a couple more households soon. is there a better term for what i've been doing than household excavation? see, i don't make people get rid of everything. i don't redecorate for them. there is no construction going on in the process. it's simply a way to remove a lot of garbage and make people think about what they want in a house. if ideas come up about organization and interior design, i help them make a plan of what to get done. it's the culling and reducing of shit; that's the process i'm really into, and then we can get a modified clean slate. what would you call something like that?
my mind is full of whapping lately. whap, whap, whap - just like that shredded tire you hear that makes you pull over and regroup. i can hear the sound faintly, in between rounds of that star trek tune.
if it's in reference to hobbes, shouldn't it be pronounced hobb-zee-yun, as opposed to the way i keep hearing it, hoe-bee-zee-yun? what the fuck, man?!? this really must be a trick they're playing on me.
maybe the sorting and removing is like artistic inspiration for me. it certainly falls under sociology, almost like it's a domestic adventure. i love to see what's important for people to keep, and haven't yet encountered a situation where i could judge someone for it. trust me, i can judge on a lot of things, but the contents of a person's house is hardly one of them. short of having hygiene issues or hazards, it's too personal to say what someone else should cherish. i mean, my little collection of bizarre miniature plastic toys might raise an eyebrow. let's not even talk about my penchant for bottle caps.
at long last, the show opens this week. yay for us! we have two really fun artists for the gallery, the tech designs should be fantastico, and my actors are all ready. we've now come to the point where it feels as if we've been doing this forever and we just want to get going. come on out and see us, faithful audience.
i heart my ticket stub diary! eee!
lately i am curious. not about anything in particular, but about everything i encounter in some way. that is to say, i am easily fascinated by things. it leads me to collect all sorts of trivia and tidbits about nothing much relating to anything, but it's still strangely exciting. there was a time not so long ago where i could give a shit less about much of anything, including the stuff i found interesting. it's an odd quality, no doubt the thing that is producing the whapping noise, yet i appreciate it in spite of its borderline mania producing effects. it's like i just can't stop thinking and wondering and supposing what if to the world. then i wear myself out and wake up the next day wondering who took off my shoes.
what's up with all the hitchhikers around here lately?
yes, derek is on facebook. no, i am not going to get a facebook account. this is as consistent as i can stand for posting online. there's no way i could keep up with some wall of spamming and getting messages beyond my email boxes. it's all too much for me. i've just now conquered my fears of learning how to burn cd's and get digital photos printed. if you really want me to get in touch with you, i probably already know how. if you want to find me, it's pretty easy. i have become a texting fiend, so doesn't that at least count?
i really like asparagus. it's no mighty avocado, mind you, but a tasty green food nonetheless. (those of you who've known me for a while possibly remember my posting some time ago about the mighty avocado. nothing has changed there.) and since autumn is here, i need more yams and more squash. mushy tubers and hearty greens - woo hoo!
it's my humble opinion that academics should learn how to write like they talk. being a big snotty pedantic in your book doesn't help me to grasp what the hell you're saying. it doesn't make me any smarter. it makes me want to read sweet valley high books instead of slogging through your gajillion word sentences until my eyes cross in frustration. speaking of which, i really need to catch up on the wimpy kid series. ooh, and i got a great comedic fake memoir to bring to book club this weekend.
miracle of the week:
i'm not waiting for the other shoe to drop.
13 October 2009
how to be exciting on a monday
so i said that other people's lives are more interesting than your own, which can definitely feel true when you're just slogging through your day buying cat litter. i also told you to have a story to tell every day. this helps me to feel more interesting.
last night was more interesting. dance party on a monday night! scott and zoe hosted a random party night, complete with nerf guns, disco lights, and grilling. they both donned drawn-on mustaches for the event. we took a cue from zoe, as she is nine years old, and let loose with goofiness. the fan in the middle of the room had floating balloons. we did fashion model scarf-dancing, parading through doorways with our best sashays. scott put on a crazy penguin hat while flinging about in a festive way. we inhaled the sopapilla cheesecake and pigged out on cheeseburgers and hot dogs. yeesh, i can only imagine how hard it was for scott to get zoe to go to bed after all that excitement. she's already the best sort of spazzoid during the day.
the rest of the day, before dance party hoo-ha, i spent concentrated on social darwinism and the amorality of power. yes yes yes, turbo-nerd has invaded. it was more fun than it sounds, especially when i compared the proliferation hannah montana to televised executions. for the first time in class, i was revered as a creative revolutionary. and did you know that the concept of social darwinism really doesn't have a staid definition? it has several, most of which directly contradict each other. how refreshing to realize once again that the "expert theorists" have no idea what they're really talking about and have to create a paradoxical term that allows for many things. see, it's because SD is my new serendipity. even though i have brought it up in conversation lately, it's also been that thing that pops up when i'm not expecting it. just when i forget about it, someone brings it up in class, or i see reference to it on the web, or darwin turns into a zombie and drops by the house for potstickers. he explained to me that you can throw away some of the less savory elements of the terminology and focus on promoting the personalities of people in a positive way. it's not about just the white people being totally cool anymore. it's about accountability and character. redefining is fun, huh?
this means i have the most neat-o peeps, because i'm pretty hard on people.
oh, and i got a call yesterday to direct another show. yay! holly made fun of me, because she knows how much ayn rand drives me berserk, and yet i applied to direct the night of january 16th after i get done with my current production. at least i can rest assured that derek is going to be excited about helping me with my new project. i haven't worked with this company before, so i'm branching out a little bit here.
after getting totally worn out from thinking too hard and doing silly dances while avoiding nerf pellets, i came home and watched stuart act like a rubber band. what on earth? he's got a nighttime switch that comes on and shoots him around the house with little thuds as he runs into a wall here and there from gaining too much velocity. i passed out fully clothed on the sofa, making me infinitely more interesting than if i had been a sensible person who went to bed at a reasonable hour.
more creative inspiration:
i spent way too much money at indie emporium this past weekend, but it was worth it. i got some great new art pieces for me and terrific presents for other people. tomorrow i'm going to an arts in crisis conference, and my head is whapping with excitement.
last night was more interesting. dance party on a monday night! scott and zoe hosted a random party night, complete with nerf guns, disco lights, and grilling. they both donned drawn-on mustaches for the event. we took a cue from zoe, as she is nine years old, and let loose with goofiness. the fan in the middle of the room had floating balloons. we did fashion model scarf-dancing, parading through doorways with our best sashays. scott put on a crazy penguin hat while flinging about in a festive way. we inhaled the sopapilla cheesecake and pigged out on cheeseburgers and hot dogs. yeesh, i can only imagine how hard it was for scott to get zoe to go to bed after all that excitement. she's already the best sort of spazzoid during the day.
the rest of the day, before dance party hoo-ha, i spent concentrated on social darwinism and the amorality of power. yes yes yes, turbo-nerd has invaded. it was more fun than it sounds, especially when i compared the proliferation hannah montana to televised executions. for the first time in class, i was revered as a creative revolutionary. and did you know that the concept of social darwinism really doesn't have a staid definition? it has several, most of which directly contradict each other. how refreshing to realize once again that the "expert theorists" have no idea what they're really talking about and have to create a paradoxical term that allows for many things. see, it's because SD is my new serendipity. even though i have brought it up in conversation lately, it's also been that thing that pops up when i'm not expecting it. just when i forget about it, someone brings it up in class, or i see reference to it on the web, or darwin turns into a zombie and drops by the house for potstickers. he explained to me that you can throw away some of the less savory elements of the terminology and focus on promoting the personalities of people in a positive way. it's not about just the white people being totally cool anymore. it's about accountability and character. redefining is fun, huh?
this means i have the most neat-o peeps, because i'm pretty hard on people.
oh, and i got a call yesterday to direct another show. yay! holly made fun of me, because she knows how much ayn rand drives me berserk, and yet i applied to direct the night of january 16th after i get done with my current production. at least i can rest assured that derek is going to be excited about helping me with my new project. i haven't worked with this company before, so i'm branching out a little bit here.
after getting totally worn out from thinking too hard and doing silly dances while avoiding nerf pellets, i came home and watched stuart act like a rubber band. what on earth? he's got a nighttime switch that comes on and shoots him around the house with little thuds as he runs into a wall here and there from gaining too much velocity. i passed out fully clothed on the sofa, making me infinitely more interesting than if i had been a sensible person who went to bed at a reasonable hour.
more creative inspiration:
i spent way too much money at indie emporium this past weekend, but it was worth it. i got some great new art pieces for me and terrific presents for other people. tomorrow i'm going to an arts in crisis conference, and my head is whapping with excitement.
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