Santa's Tombstone

Santa's Tombstone
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awwwww...

i'm going on vacation.

Not that it should matter to YOU that much, but this weekend is a much deserved respite from the daily torture that I have to endure, called "my professional carrer" (pathetic as it may seem)
I've finished my classes for the seimester and am using the time that I have to enjoy something that I haven't in awhile.

The absence of electronic noise.

no electricity, no cell phones, no laptops, nothing requiring a battery. (except my car)

I forget from time to time how much I am plugged in and am so engulfed with living in a virtual world that I need to be reminded of why and how I AM supposed to live. So Off I go - to the wilderness. To be 'one' with nature, and to shit in the woods like a real woman. Don't worry kiddies, I should be back in about a weeks time... not that I've been updating this page a lot lately anyhow.

I'll have lots and lots of new pictures and stories to tell. I'll be certian to keep them all in order, and on point. (I'm going to go buy a moleskein today!)

happy travels.

looks like more rove-shit, or rather bullshit.

For years, political insiders in the Lone Star State have whispered about Rove’s close friendship with lobbyist Karen Johnson, a never-married, forty-something GOP loyalist from Austin, Texas. The two first became close when Johnson sat on the board of then-Governor George W. Bush’s Business Council over a decade ago. Their friendship reportedly deepened after Bush appointed Johnson—a little-known spokesperson for the Texas Good Roads Association—to a seat on his Transportation Department transition team in 2000. The plum appointment enabled Johnson’s lobbying firm, Infrastructure Solutions, to snare such high-paying clients as Aetna and the City of Laredo. Sources say Johnson now frequently travels between Washington D.C. and Austin, where she frequently appears at Rove’s side at parties and unofficial functions.

Although there is no evidence that their relationship is anything but professional, the close association between the married White House aide and the comely lobbyist has long raised eyebrows in conservative Texas circles. Asked about the pair, a prominent political journalist who has written extensively about Rove says, “I’ve heard the stories, but I would never write about Karl and Karen. If you want to keep your job as a reporter in Texas, you make believe you don’t see them together.”

Asked to comment on Rove’s relationship with Johnson, a White House spokesman firmly declined to discuss the matter, saying that their relationship was “the business of these two individuals who have personal lives…I don’t think that’s something that the White House should comment on.”

Right wing moral supereriority my ass!

(taken from radar.com)

Explain this bullshit....

Explain to me how this is going to fix ANYTHING!?!?! And what kind of foreign are we talking here...semantics wise, because the devil is always in the details. Does it mean that I (with my slightly olive complextion and curly hair) should not go running through the concourse of said tube stations but my fair skinned or straight haired Chinese sister could? (and yes my sister is chinese, american born, san francisco bred.)

what

the

fuck.


Have we all lost our minds? It's looking more and more like it every day.

(image via gawker.com)

remind me why....

I don't do group projects?

- oh yeah, I remember now. It could be that no one wants to contribute until it's too late. In the past 3 days I've gotten over 400 e-mails.

400 - fussy- detail-oriented-bitchy-johhny-come-late-fu*&#$ing e-mails.

I wish that I were joking. But I'm not. I'm supposed to be taking this class for my own edification. To learn the principles on how to be a good project manager, but I find that all I want to do lately is squeeze the last raspy, gasping breath out of my effing "team"-mates.

I never did play well with others. Now I'm getting an inkling as to why.


everyone else is stupid.

What I've been reading lately

And watching: 30 Days

Turns out that this stuff has come into my cross hairs. The fact that I have been considering quitting, well that has since changed. There has been alot that has forced me to take re-stock of who and what I am doing.

- it happens to everyone. The fact that the proletariat revolution feels like its never going to come... the fact that we all work our collective asses into the ground, and as a result the new monied classes have nothing more to do than to ride our broken backs all the way to the bank.

The last time it was this bad there was a movement. There was a new enlightenment. There was REVOLUTION!

So what's different?

The setting is right; we are in a strange war with an undefined purpose and no set ending date, we have the greatest disparity amoungst the socio-economic classes in the past 40 years, we have collective rage, we have the highest ratio of secondary educated individuals on the market but no jobs for them.

I don't know about you, but all the lying and stealing and the curroptness... how can it do nothing more but feed into itself. Now the president will announce an new Neo-Nazi Con for the open position on the supreme court to try and divert attention away from Rove and his bag o'tricks.

But the thing that kills me, is that it's going to work. I can see it happening (just like it happens a million times before) he'll make a primetime announcement (what say like his 30th in the whole fucking 6 years he's been in office) about the new potential pigeon for the seat... and it'll So positively contreversial to at least one liberal group...that it'll divert all the attention away from what's really going on....


we've been had.

Neo-con or neo-nazi... seems the same to me.

okay - that last post was a little gruesome

I apologize. it does a little something to the stomach to watch it on repeat... so I'll take the image down and simply link to it.

although there are many a day that makes you want to do that out of pure frustration.

uh- yeah.

sorry about that again.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Image
The number of times that I have had the desire to do the same thing. good god it's good to know that I'm not the only one! Thanks Waxy!!!

Oy... its so beautiful it hurts

I feel an addiction coming on.....Tell me that an entire list of found, un-labeled pictures at your disposal just to try and name or create subplots and ideas about...

oh god it's really so beautiful it hurts.

There is the wonderful voyerstic peeping tom inside that make me bubble over with joy...just at all of these semi-stolen moments in time.

some other favorites...all SFW (safe for work) but not all make complete sense

1. toilet love?
2. equestrian bondage-a-go-go
3. a little too excited about going to the prom with Grandma
4. ad-nauseum
5. West-SIIIIDE - OG
6. breakfast of champions
7. I'm going to eat this guy, if I have to take another photo
8. sleepy snacktime

German city builds 'sex huts' for World Cup

The title alone should be titilating...but what makes my puritanical giggle out loud is the fact that its TRUE!

Taken from MSNBC / who in turn took it from Reuters:

BERLIN - A German city is rushing to install a series of drive-in wooden “sex huts” in time for next year’s soccer World Cup and an expected boom in the local sex trade, a city official said on Wednesday.
Dortmund, one of 12 cities to host World Cup matches, is anxious to keep prostitutes and their clients off the streets by providing them with discreet places to do business... “Men have to get used to them of course, but a high percentage accept them because they can protect their anonymity,” the official said. “That said there will always be those who want to go behind a bush, under a bridge or into the woods.”

I my logical minds tells me that this is a sensible thing to do. More men, so more "discreet" locations to get your freak on. But I suppose that all of the purtianical mind washing that I have been getting over the years makes it difficult for me to comprehend of the actual numbers of extra horny men who can't wait to get into a hotel, or use their cars....

I just thought that it was a lovely solution to a human desire that we all do eventually fall prey to.

engrish - keeps it real

Oh how I do love engrish.com. And it makes me so happy to see that they are keepin it real! and keep on going.

But to know that they are keeping on with just faith? Isn't this the very thing that these lovely condoms are supposed to be preventing? That morning after prayer when the condom breaks and you are on your knees re-finding your religion and praying to god for help?

I dunno. I'm a confused by the marketing here. We could be keeping on faith, maybe that's not the point...But you gotta give it to the Japanese. Even they Recognize! And show Respect! Because there is something to be said about the power of BLACK!

But too bad that everyone is Brack...instead of Black, since it's obvious from the box, that its the Black people who are gettin it the most, and who are obviously the coolest.

Reverend Billy and The Church of Stop Shopping

I have fallen prey to it.
Lord forgive me.
I know that I have fallen off the righteous path and have followed the devil into Nordstrom's. I have sipped his fine ambrosia of moccahinos and raspberry-orange-mango-jamba-buzzes. Forgive me lord, I was entranced away from the saintly and honorable small businesses. I did not mean to forsake my brother and become a denizen of the hellish trans-national corporations. Their words were sweet, and their pastriess were tempting, and I became their lifeless willing slave. But NO MORE!

It is for this reason I am thankful that you have brought me unto the light of the Reverend Billy. I shall quote him presently as I feel the strength in his words:(Taken from SF Bay Guardian)

We are radically depoliticized in this culture...We don't think the things on the shelves come from anywhere. We don't have a labor history, a resources history. I close my eyes and try to think about what that really means, about walking into a store in San Francisco Center and picking up a pretty spaghetti-strap tank top or a scented candle. All most people think about are the stories that will be created after they walk out with their purchase.

And another inspirational quote from the great Reverend:

Power wants the powerless to stay nice and polite, of course. But we are Americans. The British Empire in the 1770's was outrageously hypnotic, the King and the Queen came straight from God with their massive ships and miles of red coats and bayonets. Can you imagine? How would you oppose that? Transnational corporate marketing is now the empire on which the sun never sets, and it isn't a nation, it is a biosphere of advertising and greenhouse gasses. It is world-wide, but it is whispering in our ear, doing a great job of imitating our most private thoughts; it tells us we are almost happy; but we're one purchase short of heaven. Shop a bit more.

I think that I shall join his choir, and become a true beliver in the faith of "stop shopping!"


join me brothers and sisters... stop shopping.

Oh my, I should be embarrassed

I just re-read that last entry. How positively pitful. I really can write...I know I can. I can prove that I can string together a coherent sentence...honestly, I can. I only feel bad about it because I know that the last entry was some time between complete breakdown and absolute pass-out. I am unused to the stresses of the strange diad that I'm going through. No, I'm lying...it's more than a seperation of student self and work self. I feel disconnected to "me" in the actual "me" sense of the word.

make sense? good. It doesn't to "me" or me either.

I suppose that this train of thought came up because I'm seeing this strange deliberate manifestation of adulthood come over me and my friends. Its something that I've been unable to deal with simply because I've had the luxury of saying "I'm recovering" or "I'm out of work" or "I'm in school" I've used so many excuses lately that I think that I'm running on repeat. Regardless its happening. And lately it feels like it's been picking up speed. Another engagement, a new baby, another wedding. I had just gotten used to the "I've finally got a steady...(enter sex appropriate reference)" and the 9-5 stuff. Now the actual business of being an adult, dealing with death, car insurance, life insurance and "planning for a future" have become a recurrent theme in the day-to-day.

Now don't get me wrong. This is not a Bad thing per se. It's just odd 'cause I never expected this to happen. Do you remember when you were say like 8 years old and the concept of being 28 to 30-ish was about as fantastic as flying cars? I do. For some insane reason I could never see myself older than 25. Now that 25 has come and gone, I'm wondering really what that little 8 year old saw in me. I wonder if she'd be happy with the result? Or if she'd still be as confused about being herself as she is to this day. I should stop harping on this same thread of "oh poor confused mulatto girl." but its been such a good line for me for so long.

Anyway. The point. The reason why I decided I needed to update the entries. 1. to apologize severly for that poor example of writing. 2. to explain taht I am not a flake and 3. to say i saw my friends in confusion and combat Dave & Allison today IN the Carnivale parade. ( I looked through my pictures, and I got a great shot of Allison's booty.)

Yay for Latin co-option of Catholic traditions!

Dear God...please let it be summer soon

You forget how much work school is, until you have to return to it at a later age. I never remember it being this stressfull, and its not like its actually hard...it could just be that I'm in the process of trying to keep down a full time gig and do this school stuff at the same time.

part of me really wants to go backto school full time...so I can at least have the summers off to let my brain rot out. (You know that feeling about early August, when the only thing going through your mind is 'duh' on repeat) But I'm not sure if that's feasable right now.

I had this great discussion the other day about "the meaning of life..." His immediate response was "42!" we laughed about it, and talked some more...specificaly on the "what in the hell am I doing" vein and eventually came to the conclusion that we had no idea. None whatsoever. I'm not sure if that's reassuring or scary.

Anyway... Onto Other things. I was filling up my ipod, and realized that I hadn't listened to Jill Scott in so long... got really into it again. Both albums. I'm more than a little jealous, to be honest. I watched an interview with her and Tavist Smiley...and well her explination of her cover, and of why she was doing what she did...damn I'm jealous. No to be honest...more like Damn I'm gutless. I was never one for sticking my head out of the door and being willing to get it chopped off. 'cause its the point to glory and fame, you have to be willing to take the risks...and having watched as others around me have tried and failed miserably (nay horribly zepplein-like failure) I'm a little scarred. As you can imagine.

...someday I'll tell you about it.

random ramblings...

i'm thinking I need to sleep more...and have my computer off more often. I only mention it...well because it's nearly 11 pm at night and I've been on a computer since 7:30 this morning.

This is supposed to be "me" time... when I do what I want for the spare 15 minutes before I drag my ass up stairs and pass out... and what do I do? I go on-line and look at other blogs.

and then I come across this one: http://moviesandmore.typepad.com/ found it really interesting...that and the fact that they to have a love/hate relationship with all things that make modern life great and awful at the same time.

if I had guts....I'd take heroin.... 'cause its gotta be better than this.