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Thursday, October 31, 2002

Bouncing baby boy
for beloved Wilsons in the
city of angels

Monday, October 28, 2002

"Closing" closing in
We had a date. But wait!
He's still not ready

Thursday, October 24, 2002

Part Two-illogically preceding Part One in your visual field and also confusing because there is no "Part One" labeled on "Part One"

On the dream front: many dreams about taking classes, various schooling type experiences-One night it was an acting class at some schmancy school but ended up skipping every class-there was some discussion with the instructor who really wanted me to make the very last class. I was confused because I figured they'd forgotten me-in real life I have a very particular relationship to certain types of acting classes-sometimes they seem to groupthink and "all you know is wrong! you must only act by studying the Alexander technique for 5 years and then we can teach you how to lightly humm MMM sounds and perhaps stand still in a neutral position!" OK that little confusion is an exaggeration but you get the sense I'm sure-I actually took some post theater-training classes in Austin which turned out to be so fun but up here I feel sooooo hesitant to commit. BUT the next school dream was much better-it was some sort of open schooling montessouri approach and you could be in the community and go where the muse drew you so to speak..

Last night I was at Cowboy school, where you live in this recreation of the old west but its much more populated and fun cause its school and you take classes but you also just go through day to day business with surprise showdowns, sudden escapes and horse riding tricks thrown in-I remember on the way to class someone came by and said "hey, ya'll going to see the shootout?" and my school friend and I said "Cooool!, that's today? Luke is going to kick ass" or something like that-fun and lighthearted. Of course I was more of a trick rider-not so much gun slinging for me-but I could jump out of an upper story window and land on my horse - commencing a full gallop simultaneous to aforementioned landing...

Questions? Comments? Any good ones from y'all? Luke did kick ass by the way and got an "A" in High Noon 101
Ok so Tuesday was great good fun with Outré Isle and mah honey BUT last night The Silos kicked boootay at The Mercury. Not only did mah honey ROCK THE SKINS but I could actually hear his backup parts and he sounded so very rocknroll (as they say)
AH there are times when it is worth staying out late on a school night and infusing every fiber on your body with eau de smokey bar room. The Silos opened up for James McMurtry-which is typically a big Austinite reunion party where the Merc begins to resemble The Steamboat of old. Last night was no different-with some LA contingent thrown in for good measure. Sean McCarthy, Dave McNair, Dave Boyle-those guys. It was great fun and throughout the McMurtry show I hawked CDs and tees which turned out to be fun and got me closer to the cool clean air of the outside world. Traded nicknames and jokes with good ole Gingersol guys (like Pine-sol, see?) and sold tight jersey tees to shy boys with lil bellies that were made a bit more obvious by said tight jersey tee (but so rocknroll)
All in all a fun night although I should've drunk more if I knew I'd feel this backward today-who goes out for a night in a bar and drinks 1.25 beers-Amstel Light no less!! What a lightweight

Lupe - by the way

Tuesday, October 22, 2002

Oh! The hectic pace
Why? No plays, few dates
This city is never still

Outre Island tonight, only $5 buckeroos - so fun!
Then I'll amble over to 9C to see the hon with Gingersol (Wilco meets Elliot Smith) free show-good clean fun
any takers?

Friday, October 18, 2002

Bowie-rific night
Best: "Hot tramp I love you so"
Brilly-ant white light

Monday, October 14, 2002

Crazy Sunday night dreams:
three in a row-they are fading now but one that stuck with me was the discovery of an unoticed door right between my entry door and my across-the-hall neighbors'. I opened it and realized that it was the wall behind my shower and the hot and cold water knobs were translucent. Yikes - I was scared to get up close and really look through them. I just started trying to lock the door some how. Oh well that was it. It didn't feel as bad as it sounds. It didn't really seem like an anxiety dream.

Big house doins all weekend dreamin and a schemin...
how about some of your compelling dreams?
Let em out-
get it off your chest...

Thursday, October 10, 2002

On my mind:
moveon.org
michaelmoore.com

why have I been so passive-how did we come to this? at least now I've done something
eMails and petitions from my cozy office pocket
Thank you technology!

Wednesday, October 09, 2002

ah , nice comment from alexfw : )

first things first tonight its K-Rad with Los Silos at Galapagos (that stylish Williamsburg cathedral of nightclub design). As usual I'll be there-what a nice wifey.

okay: I thought painstakingly recording and editing my last several crazy dream into a digestible morsel, attempting to publish them to the world (brazen girl) and the attendant humbling loss of said efforts would at least cleanse me of the "MUST TELL-weird dream again last night" syndrome---but no
Last night's dream:
Last night my dream was a made up past that I was reliving after asking my husband, "remember how we met?"
I had been living in a motor-inn with kitchenette because of some sort of performance art/slightly illegal project I was involved in with a shady fellow-lets call him Baldy McMopesalot. Luckily flashbacks of how I became beholden to that edgy unsavory were left out of my dream. After being installed in the sandy kitchenette/boudoir and left to my own devices (it was a beachside motel near Corpus Christi-the sort on the old highway) I was charged with working on my "art" which was to dye my hair and repaint the kitchenette several times based on some arbitrary code word that no one knew but me and my artist journal. In Baldy's absence I met and fell instantly in love with my real life hubby. He was on the road with some rock band. We fell instantly in love and he moved in for the week that the band was in town (what a tramp). Upon his departure he made plans and romantically brandished plane tickets to Paris where I was to meet him (on tour) after tying up the loose ends I needed to at Castle Sandy. Upon Baldy's return-triumphant with frozen/dressed goose for me to cook- I had to say "cook it yourself, sorry I didn't finish the white coat- I kind of liked the blue better anyway, I accidentally painted the fridge shut, goodbye" Flash forward to real-life hubby and I in our real-life bed sitting up talking-me encapsulating the episode "Isn't that so romantic how we met, I wonder where I'd be now, blah blah" and him saying "Honey I don't know what you are talking about-we met in Austin at Eli's gig-Top of the Marc, you remember..."

Tuesday, October 08, 2002

It's the lesson we all learn the hard way (some of us several times)
-if you spend a lot of time on a wonderful, profound, well-worded blog save it some where else.
I did.
I had it in a word doc. Then as I pasted it in and tried to post & publish blogger was all poopy and locking me out all day (yes I killed blogger today, its my fault)
Then time passed, I was doing actual work and I closed Word without saving the doc-crazy silly
I had written a treatise on how the direction of this blog has changed-I gotta listen to my muse blah blah blah
I had written down all my crazy dreams (inspired by Julie's Julia dream) and it was quite a blog. An insight into depths of hargosian you've never witnessed in public HA (maniacal laughter)
I'll try and muster some enthusiasm and get back to my new improved blogger idea.
It'll still be updated only about once or twice a week but it'll be more lulu-esque
I've succumbed in some ways but this little rebel did just tempt fate by composing this new missive directly into BLOGGER with no backup copy else where-when will I learn?

Thursday, October 03, 2002

parents upon parents visiting
eating at all of the restaurants we can't afford
sorry I can't invite you
too busy glutting my food baby (aka fat belly)

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