H to the R

i think i'll carry on with the daily post, but do it on my own blog. it's a little lonely around here posting all by myself, so i might as well do it HERE. hopefully i can keep up the impetus.

summer in the south

thunder and lightning and rain and a full moon in southern oregon! yeah!

vanitas

today i missed the train by two inches. i could have reached out and felt the cold steel on my fingertips as it pulled from the station. i ran two blocks in a tube top and flip-flops and kept my iPod the whole way. so sad.

then, because the steel bridge is closed, i walked under it to the broadway bridge, up the stairs, down onto lovejoy and finally to work. truly, i am not complaining because i got to walk a while in the beautiful day, listen to music and smile at cute boys.

aaaah, summer.

(p.s. this is post number 27 for me. I've invited "myself" to be a contributor so that I don't have to log out of MY gmail in order to post here... yay! except now it links to my Renjitsu blog, but whatevs. <3 me!)

throwback

solo dance party

mj's pyt is possibly one of the best pop songs ever. crap, i shouldn't even throw down on that list. it would be long. shit, just the mj list would be long.

that's all i have right now because i'm cooking rice and beseeching my paleolithic g3 to run photoshop, itunes, and firefox all at the same time...

here's my playlist for tonight's s.d.p.
(apparently, i'll be slow-dancing with myself a lot)

burning up - madonna
pyt - michael jackson
the metro - berlin
alone - heart
if i close my eyes forever - lita ford and ozzy osbourne
view to a kill - duran duran
hold me now - duran duran
what about love - heart
dick in a box - from SNL
bliss - muse
london bridges - fergie

Defenestration of argot

...or throw the slang out the window.

It appears that we have lost one of our contributors. And I'm losing steam. But.. I must... carry...on.

Lately I've become disturbed by the quality of my vocabulary and grammar. Perhaps the books I've been reading aren't challenging my brain to pick up new words or more refined ways of speaking (Harry Potter...?) I usually end up assimilating types of speech when reading certain books. Beware when I've delved into Dickens. I forswear re-reading Stephen King's Dark Tower series. My gods, the shit I picked up from those tomes. Maybe I need to get into some critical theory, but phlpckack! How dry....

Okay, back to work.

Film screening tonight! Joy!

[in]eloquently,
S

That's a wrap.

For our second wedding anniversary, Bill and I decided to help our friend Daniel with the 48 hour film project. Daniel and I attended the kickoff where we drew our genre and were assigned a prop and a line of dialogue. We got: Road Movie, Jumper Cables, and "Okay, I think I got it straight."

So. We made a movie. Bill and two of his friends did the music, I "produced" and a number of our friends were cast and crew. Whew.

It's awesome and I can't wait to see it on the big screen.

-S

what good is sitting alone in your room?

some may not believe this, but i have never (until just now) seen Cabaret. the film. liza minelli is fa-bu-lous. completely. i love a good musical, but this movie kicked me in the pants. hard.

plus, Fosse? come on. his shit is right up my artistic alley. yeah, that sounds dirty.

life IS a cabaret,
Serenity

this just in

My promotion is official. The new title? Library Access Services Manager; whatta mouthful. In a letter of congratulation, a faculty member suggested some alternate titles: "the most fabulously responsive and efficient person in the library" or Vice President of Sensible Solutions, With Wizardry. I think I love the latter.

VP of SS, W/W.
Nice.

A couple of years ago upon declaring my intention to take over the world, a former faculty member gave me the future title of Supreme Majestrix, which I also love.

Along with the promotion comes a small pay increase. Somehow I stepped up and negotiated and received more than was offered. I've never done a thing like that before. I am very proud of myself, especially since I'll actually be able to pay some bills, and maybe, just maybe SAVE SOME MONEY!

Hooray.

With Wizardry,
Serenity

not a square to spare

effing crazy weekweekend on the horizon:
date with tony
learn how to use professional photo lights in 2 hours
work
set up in-home photo "studio"
shoot promo with boa (feathered, not scaled...)
do some photoshopping
email a good shot (hopefully)
work
first thursday art openings
hang with jess(?)
sleep the eff in
begin 48-hour film project....
sunday, whew
back to work

workityworkworkwork + somefun = satisfaction(?)

busily,
s

anisoptera

(i forgot to post yesterday. dang.)

i love the part of the summer when the skies are abuzz with giant dragonflies. sometimes i think they're hummingbirds, but upon closer inspection, i realize that they are not birds!

s

mo money

ill give the first person
who figures out
the tie-in to the last two
posts one million
dollars-in monopoly money

butterfly decal review mirror hoggin the scene

everything in my life right now
is an rem lyric
which is sweet in a way because
i get to re-invent each song
until lifes rich pageant...

its hard to dodge after that...

" buy the sky
and sell the sky
and reach your arms up
to the sky
and ask the sky
and ask the sky
'don't fall on me!
don't fall on me!
don't fall on me!"

maybe these maps and legends
have been misunderstood...

-g

tech support

the radio works if you turn it on and then dial the right frequency.

s

weird things on the coast

north of seaside there's a shipwreck on the beach near the dunes. the skeletal prow is what you see and my first thought was that it was a smallish fishing boat. then i noticed the smokestack. further down the beach there were tall metal posts sticking out of the sand. it must've been a really big ship. it's kinda surreal to see a shipwreck surrounded by brightly clothed vacationers.

i also found a couple of pieces of red sand-dollar. i didn't know they came in that color. hopefully, that's not some nasty chemical adaptation.

also there's a place called "klootchy." haha.

-s

addendum: the ship is the wreck of the Peter Iredale that ran aground in 1906. All 25 crew and the 2 stowaways were saved. What I thought was a smokestack was actually one of the masts! (It was a 285-foot, four-masted barque.)

what's that floatin' in the water?

day twenty three
repairs are nearly completed
to the sails and the rigging

the radio seems hopeless at
this point... i find myself
settling into this drift...

dot dot dot
dash dash dash
dot dot dot

-g

rollerskate therapy

in march my husband and i got another dog. we already had a sharpei/lab mix named beefy and he's the most perfect dog in the world. we knew that it would be really difficult to find another dog as cool, but we were hoping to find one that was complementarily cool. (yes, that's a word. i just made it up.) i had a medium, lab/pit mix in mind or maybe a fuzzyfaced terrier type. instead we got mossberg. he's a 90-pound sharpei/st. bernard mix. yep.

mossberg is very sweet and he and beefy love each other. he loves the dog park and though he has severe hip dysplasia, mossberg can run like the wind.

his only problem? on-leash aggression. mossberg HATES rolling things: skateboards, scooters, the occasional bike. actually, i think he hates loud noises and fast-moving things. moss barks and lunges when these things come near and nothing you say gets through to him. he once even lost it when a woman was walking down the street with some pots and the handles were banging together. i am really uncomfortable with his behavior because i worry that some day he'll get away from me and hurt someone. he is 90 pounds. 40 less than me. that ain't a big difference when you're trying to restrain an animal that has a brain like a chicken.

i read up on aggression in dogs and one of the things that struck me was the theory that dogs on leashes feel out of control. and if coupled with noises that scare them, the loss of control can make a normally friendly dog go nuts. a suggestion was to sound happy and excited with them (be jolly) when there are things that scare them. if you're okay, they'll see it's okay and feel better... hm.

we live in a massive basement studio. yeah, that sounds contradictory, but it'd make sense if you saw it. i decided to try to desensitize mossberg to some of the things he doesn't like. i put on some good dance music, laced up my skates, and turned my apartment into a rink. i practiced my turns and backwards skating. mossberg and beefy chased me around the apartment and moss only bit at me a few times. it was more like mouthy playing, but i was a bit freaked. i was worried that he'd attack me or i'd fall down and bill would come home to find my face eaten off like that lady in britain.

after awhile, mossberg got bored and flopped down in the middle of my rink. i think i'll try to have some more sessions with him because he could get used to it and i got a bit of a workout.

i'm not sure if my "methods" of dog training are effective or healthy, but i'm fairly desperate and i'm willing to try just about anything. we're not ready to give up on old chicken-brain. it's time to eat some zingers and watch prime suspect 4 with the dogs. aaaah, junkfoodmovie therapy.

mossberg:



determined,
S

p.s. i'm now re-reading Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince. i guess i'm going backwards now.

tgif

only one thing stands between me
and the weekend and i got a feeling
its gonna coast...

two shows tonight!
one is in the park though
and may get rained out...
oh pdx....

but the other is at the joint
my friends hubby works at
and shall be three scoops of
fun

payday!

-g