much has happened in just over two years.
quit fred meyer. worked for this awful place, in gresham, on graveyard. quit. worked early mornings at ups by the airport. quit. worked at the haunted maize on sauvie island in october. now i'm in school.
rode my heavy-as-shit bike from portland to vancouver canada in september. i was proud. five speeds, wonky rear wheel.
gone through several bikes and more boys than that. priority list: brains, bones, bikes, boys. always.
tonight is band practice (shhhhhh!) and tomorrow is chemistry exam and a potluck. maybe i'll make cookies. i have the best peanutbutter cookie recipe out there. in my brain. and it's proven.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Knitting
I have this idea that I can do nothing and everything will turn out fine.
I don't really do nothing, I work, I cook, I knit. I stay home. I play games. I ride my bike.
I take the path of least resistance.
I used to dream that someone would come and take me away and everthing would be Happily Ever After.
Yeah, right. Back to knitting.
I don't really do nothing, I work, I cook, I knit. I stay home. I play games. I ride my bike.
I take the path of least resistance.
I used to dream that someone would come and take me away and everthing would be Happily Ever After.
Yeah, right. Back to knitting.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Places.
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Sunday, November 27, 2005
Fractions and Addition
I received the shock of my life the other day.
Thanksgiving. Boring or rather, Damascus (Oregon's, possibly the nation's, newest incorporated city). Parents' home.
Was at work all morning and was in the process of falling asleep. There's a fire and my belly is full.
My father sits down in the center of the room, leans back, puts his arms behind his head and says, "I've got something that'll get your attention." Everyone in the room quiets down. I sit up.
"Did you know I have a half-sister?" My mind races. Grandma? No. Grandpa? No. How is this possible? Something isn't right. All my personal ideology of paternal family is upside down.
It turns out my grandfather became a father at the age of 15, waaaaaay back in the 30's, years before he and my grandmother met. The girl lived across the street, part of another Norweigian-American family. They moved a couple miles away after the birth and her parents adopted the child (Carolle). My grandfather left school for a year, now presumably to help child support.
The families lost contact. My great-grandparents died. Grandpa's cousin died. His brother died and the cousin's son died. My grandfather was always close-lipped about his youth and passed away shortly after I expressed interest in his life (three years ago).
The mystery was kept to the grave.
Carolle was well-informed about her origins (I suppose, apparently her mother's family liked her father's) but never sought anything out. They bought newspapers from my great-uncle (a lifelong parapeligic who also fixed electronics for Goodwill) but what communication passed between we never knew.
A few months ago, she decided to track my grandfather down. She couldn't find any information on him, but found my uncle's address instead. She came to Portland and a cousin drove her to his home, where he was working in the yard when they pulled up.
He ambles over to the car, presuming they were lost, but instead the story tumbles out of her mouth, one word after another.
I have a half-aunt. She's old enough to be my father's mother. She's 5'9" and lives in Arizona. That's all I know.
Such a strange thing.
Thanksgiving. Boring or rather, Damascus (Oregon's, possibly the nation's, newest incorporated city). Parents' home.
Was at work all morning and was in the process of falling asleep. There's a fire and my belly is full.
My father sits down in the center of the room, leans back, puts his arms behind his head and says, "I've got something that'll get your attention." Everyone in the room quiets down. I sit up.
"Did you know I have a half-sister?" My mind races. Grandma? No. Grandpa? No. How is this possible? Something isn't right. All my personal ideology of paternal family is upside down.
It turns out my grandfather became a father at the age of 15, waaaaaay back in the 30's, years before he and my grandmother met. The girl lived across the street, part of another Norweigian-American family. They moved a couple miles away after the birth and her parents adopted the child (Carolle). My grandfather left school for a year, now presumably to help child support.
The families lost contact. My great-grandparents died. Grandpa's cousin died. His brother died and the cousin's son died. My grandfather was always close-lipped about his youth and passed away shortly after I expressed interest in his life (three years ago).
The mystery was kept to the grave.
Carolle was well-informed about her origins (I suppose, apparently her mother's family liked her father's) but never sought anything out. They bought newspapers from my great-uncle (a lifelong parapeligic who also fixed electronics for Goodwill) but what communication passed between we never knew.
A few months ago, she decided to track my grandfather down. She couldn't find any information on him, but found my uncle's address instead. She came to Portland and a cousin drove her to his home, where he was working in the yard when they pulled up.
He ambles over to the car, presuming they were lost, but instead the story tumbles out of her mouth, one word after another.
I have a half-aunt. She's old enough to be my father's mother. She's 5'9" and lives in Arizona. That's all I know.
Such a strange thing.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Low-Brow Cuisine
Easy easy easy.
I've been trying to build some good habits lately, ie: eating at home. This has resulted in a few nights of veggiedogs but also some gems as well.
I'm not much of a cooker. It's difficult to garner the energy sometimes to chop slice simmer bake fry. Oh, but the experiments.
Tonight's dinner:
Carmelized onion with cabbage and peppers. Super easy.
Olive oil
One onion, sliced
1/4 purple cabbage, chopped
One bell pepper, chopped
Tater tots (as much as you'd like)
Optional: mushrooms (sliced), bragg aminos, hot sauce, other condiments
Fire up the oven for the tater tots. They'll take the longest.
Once the tots are in there, heat up the olive oil over medium heat and carmelize the onion. Add the cabbage, wait a couple minutes for it to wilt, then toss in the pepper (the mushrooms too, if you use them). You'll want this hot.
When the tots are done, put 'em in a bowl and layer the onion mixture on top. Toss on some Braggs, pepper, ketchup, whatever you like. Yummy!
I've been trying to build some good habits lately, ie: eating at home. This has resulted in a few nights of veggiedogs but also some gems as well.
I'm not much of a cooker. It's difficult to garner the energy sometimes to chop slice simmer bake fry. Oh, but the experiments.
Tonight's dinner:
Carmelized onion with cabbage and peppers. Super easy.
Olive oil
One onion, sliced
1/4 purple cabbage, chopped
One bell pepper, chopped
Tater tots (as much as you'd like)
Optional: mushrooms (sliced), bragg aminos, hot sauce, other condiments
Fire up the oven for the tater tots. They'll take the longest.
Once the tots are in there, heat up the olive oil over medium heat and carmelize the onion. Add the cabbage, wait a couple minutes for it to wilt, then toss in the pepper (the mushrooms too, if you use them). You'll want this hot.
When the tots are done, put 'em in a bowl and layer the onion mixture on top. Toss on some Braggs, pepper, ketchup, whatever you like. Yummy!
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Brand New
I've been blogging for a long long time on MySpace, only to suddenly realize "hey, this site is owned by a corporation whose purpose has nothing to do with the way I think the world should work."
I'm planning on moving all my old posts over here eventually.
I'm planning on moving all my old posts over here eventually.
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
December Revolutions.
A'ight. The end of the year is coming up fast, and with it, resolution time. Resolutions are fine as they are, but nobody (cetainly not myself) sticks to them more than a week anyway. It is time to be extrordinary and revolutonalize your life!
Revolution .1: Be an ambassador.
I no longer consider myself to be much of an American. Oregonian and Portlander, yes.... but my nationality for all unofficial purposes is exclusive to myself. I am a citizen of my body, an ambassador of me. In this view, I must be polite and respectful to others (including those who don't share my views) at all times as well as maintaining utmost integrity to my own.
Revolution .2: Keep things clean.
I'm sure my housemates will appriciate this one: I am going to attempt to do the dishes more promptly upon my turn and keep my bedroom cleaner.
Revolution .3: Register more books with BookCrossing.
Revolution .4: Smile more.
Suddenly and silently.
Revolution .5: Cull.
Get rid of objects I do not use and store things I need only rarely.
Revolution .6: Eat healthier.
Drink more tea and kombucha, avoid uncultured dairy products and sugar, buy in bulk and eat more greens. Try less stinky fermentation experiments.
Revolution .7: Live more thiftily.
Spend less on cds, books and other things. Eventually take a cut in hours to spend more time working on projects and do things with all the wonderful people around me.
Revolution .8: Remember that the possibilities for art are everywhere.
Art is all the time. Yay!
Comments? Ideas?
November 30, 2005
I've pretty much failed at .2, .3, .5 and .7. The other four were no problem. Things to work on, hrmmmmmmmmmmm...
Revolution .1: Be an ambassador.
I no longer consider myself to be much of an American. Oregonian and Portlander, yes.... but my nationality for all unofficial purposes is exclusive to myself. I am a citizen of my body, an ambassador of me. In this view, I must be polite and respectful to others (including those who don't share my views) at all times as well as maintaining utmost integrity to my own.
Revolution .2: Keep things clean.
I'm sure my housemates will appriciate this one: I am going to attempt to do the dishes more promptly upon my turn and keep my bedroom cleaner.
Revolution .3: Register more books with BookCrossing.
Revolution .4: Smile more.
Suddenly and silently.
Revolution .5: Cull.
Get rid of objects I do not use and store things I need only rarely.
Revolution .6: Eat healthier.
Drink more tea and kombucha, avoid uncultured dairy products and sugar, buy in bulk and eat more greens. Try less stinky fermentation experiments.
Revolution .7: Live more thiftily.
Spend less on cds, books and other things. Eventually take a cut in hours to spend more time working on projects and do things with all the wonderful people around me.
Revolution .8: Remember that the possibilities for art are everywhere.
Art is all the time. Yay!
Comments? Ideas?
November 30, 2005
I've pretty much failed at .2, .3, .5 and .7. The other four were no problem. Things to work on, hrmmmmmmmmmmm...
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
No Energy.
I just quit the Sprockettes.
I didn't really want to, but I woke up and heard my housemates talking about stuff they've been doing lately and realized I haven't been able to do any of that. I haven't had the time or energy to dance or ride or even sit at a bar and drink.
So I quit.
November 30, 2005
I did this via email during the middle of the night. The next day we were supposed to get our picture taken, but instead I arrived all snotty from tears. Shannon talked me out of it though.
I didn't really want to, but I woke up and heard my housemates talking about stuff they've been doing lately and realized I haven't been able to do any of that. I haven't had the time or energy to dance or ride or even sit at a bar and drink.
So I quit.
November 30, 2005
I did this via email during the middle of the night. The next day we were supposed to get our picture taken, but instead I arrived all snotty from tears. Shannon talked me out of it though.
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
The Last Six Days
Busy, so busy.
Since last post, I've been diagnosed with strep throat, gone absolutely stir crazy from staying home, poured tons of time into a little 72 hour (-s of production) movie called "Cold Lampin'", watched said movie at the premiere, worked 32 hours, and injured myself again (not entirely my fault, thanks Hansum) at kickball.
The strep forced me to stay home until Friday night, so I got some rest and it cleared up most of the problems I've been having, mainly the constant backache that has plagued me for the last month. When I finally jumped on my bike again Friday evening it felt so good to be alive and to have my legs moving and to be going somewhere and talking to people!
I went to the meetings for the production of "Cold Lampin'"; a movie that was conceived, carried to term and born within 72 hours. It was wonderful to work with the old Gracie's crew again after not seeing some of them for months. I met two new people there, Jeff and Texas Peter, who were extremely good additions to the crew besides being really cool people. I'm not saying anything more about the film at this point because it would mean spoilers and spoilers mean no fun.
Work is the same ol', except i had not one, but two shifts outside the kiosk so far this week, both in the music market, prepping "Passion of the Christ" and "Lion King 2" and making the dvd wall look super good. Nobody can do the dvd wall like me. This guy came in today to pick up a bunch of 11"x14"s he had made from slides and they looked super good, I'm thinking about taking in some negatives from last summer and having some made up. I've probably got 40 rolls worth of unsorted negatives so that should be a fun project.
Kickball was fantastic, so many people that I've been wanting to see were there (Grizzly, Kevin (ex-husband, lover, future husband, who is this guy?), Nerf (who I haven't seen since the Century and is the most adorable boy ever)... I got injured, which wasn't my fault for once, and made two outs and flirted like crazy with two of my favorite boys. Afterwards Dave and Kevin and some other boy and I went to Ole Ole where I tried a Chile Relleno burrito for the first time (super yummy) before going to Solid State to see the open mike with Nerf. Full full day yesterday.
Now I'm gonna go to Nocturnal's indyTuesday, they're showing "Cool Lampin'" and I'll hang out with Jeff. Yow!
November 30, 2005
Like I said earlier, I get crushes on everybody. I did put tons of negatives away but they're still very disorganized. Oh well.
Since last post, I've been diagnosed with strep throat, gone absolutely stir crazy from staying home, poured tons of time into a little 72 hour (-s of production) movie called "Cold Lampin'", watched said movie at the premiere, worked 32 hours, and injured myself again (not entirely my fault, thanks Hansum) at kickball.
The strep forced me to stay home until Friday night, so I got some rest and it cleared up most of the problems I've been having, mainly the constant backache that has plagued me for the last month. When I finally jumped on my bike again Friday evening it felt so good to be alive and to have my legs moving and to be going somewhere and talking to people!
I went to the meetings for the production of "Cold Lampin'"; a movie that was conceived, carried to term and born within 72 hours. It was wonderful to work with the old Gracie's crew again after not seeing some of them for months. I met two new people there, Jeff and Texas Peter, who were extremely good additions to the crew besides being really cool people. I'm not saying anything more about the film at this point because it would mean spoilers and spoilers mean no fun.
Work is the same ol', except i had not one, but two shifts outside the kiosk so far this week, both in the music market, prepping "Passion of the Christ" and "Lion King 2" and making the dvd wall look super good. Nobody can do the dvd wall like me. This guy came in today to pick up a bunch of 11"x14"s he had made from slides and they looked super good, I'm thinking about taking in some negatives from last summer and having some made up. I've probably got 40 rolls worth of unsorted negatives so that should be a fun project.
Kickball was fantastic, so many people that I've been wanting to see were there (Grizzly, Kevin (ex-husband, lover, future husband, who is this guy?), Nerf (who I haven't seen since the Century and is the most adorable boy ever)... I got injured, which wasn't my fault for once, and made two outs and flirted like crazy with two of my favorite boys. Afterwards Dave and Kevin and some other boy and I went to Ole Ole where I tried a Chile Relleno burrito for the first time (super yummy) before going to Solid State to see the open mike with Nerf. Full full day yesterday.
Now I'm gonna go to Nocturnal's indyTuesday, they're showing "Cool Lampin'" and I'll hang out with Jeff. Yow!
November 30, 2005
Like I said earlier, I get crushes on everybody. I did put tons of negatives away but they're still very disorganized. Oh well.
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
Sick!
For some reason my body has decided it doesn't work right. Today was the second time going home early this week.
I need some sympathy.
My back hurts, my head aches, I've got a fever and my throat is swollen. What's wrong with me?
I should probably go eat something. I ate half a sandwich for lunch and otherwise it's been limeade and water and ibpofrin all day. Eating is good and gives the body building blocks with which to heal.
While I was at work I ran into my friend Mike. We don't hang out too much, mostly at kickball, but he's really cool. He'd broken his left arm Zoobombing and was buying chee-tos. Poor guy.
November 30, 2005
Mike (therafter known as Grizzly) broke his wrist, then had mono and like pneumonia or something. He was sick for a really long time.
I used to have a major crush on him, but I get crushes on everyone.
I need some sympathy.
My back hurts, my head aches, I've got a fever and my throat is swollen. What's wrong with me?
I should probably go eat something. I ate half a sandwich for lunch and otherwise it's been limeade and water and ibpofrin all day. Eating is good and gives the body building blocks with which to heal.
While I was at work I ran into my friend Mike. We don't hang out too much, mostly at kickball, but he's really cool. He'd broken his left arm Zoobombing and was buying chee-tos. Poor guy.
November 30, 2005
Mike (therafter known as Grizzly) broke his wrist, then had mono and like pneumonia or something. He was sick for a really long time.
I used to have a major crush on him, but I get crushes on everyone.
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