funtimestwo

Its not the world's end
a mere thirty eight days plus
two weekend visits

no more mopes alot here-plus he's not even gone yet-why the premature mourning?

Two months on the road
Everybody sees my love
Everyone but me

yea blogger's acting a little funny today_ I'll see if I can make it through this posting without surprise disappearances and what not:
news:
Great weekend for momala's birthday...we went to the amazing and brain melting MEDEA with the incomparable Fiona Shaw -the beefcake husband also kicked serious butt...I can't properly do it justice here but suffice it to say it was the FIRST time in my five years here that I did not hear any elctronic interruption, there were no late arrivals AND miracle of miracles-no one in the audience left until well after the third encore. It was mesmerizing... and what better way to follow transcendent theatre than with a transcendent meal at all day long
Next weekend will be our BIG ole housewarming party and it is on the exact same day as Texas Independence Day and ALSO my late great grandfather's birthday (honey aka Max David Ray.) I just ordered the tamales which will be shipped up from Texas and arrive Friday (yeeehaw.) It makes me wish I had some sort of cool Texas flag but I don't want to attract the wrong sort (shrubbies)-so maybe I'll settle on the "don't mess with Texas" tee. I'm at the point of realizing that although the house is now presentable-there are things that will not be done for the party-the chandelier won't be working, we may not have the right bottom cushion for our new "couch," the bench/radiator cover we planned to build has not been started etc. I figure at this point if I can find a few more hiding places and hide the wires I think we'll be ok. I know it. Once our wonderful friends show up that'll be all we need

Tonite! Mah honey! With A Don Piper Situation! Deeply Number one!

come on out tonite OR
FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY
THE SILOS at CBGBS
Gingersol will be there too (along with me, my folks, and all the goodtime gals)
BE THERE
FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY

So thanks to a concerned reader for pointing out that the boiling water analogy usually has as its object of impending horrible death -a frog. Not a lobster. Who boils frogs? But now that they mention it that does sound more familiar. Also I did correct the peace rally link from two posts ago-its .org not .com.
The rally was a great experience for me. Matty has a nice recap of our experience-we tagged along with his crowd and oddly ran into lots of other friends along the way-what are the chances? I'm definitely disappointed in the coverage I've seen here and also surprised to learn that some of my friends had very frightening experiences at the same march-they got crushed into barricades my mounted officers-one friend was stepped on by a horse while trying to keep his wife out of harm's way-The police officer's comment? "I'm just doing my job." Ick. Cops we ran into were friendly and the protestors were treating them well also. I saw one protestor offer a police officer his own gloves because the officer had none. Alex had some good links and some deep thoughts-
If any one wants to laugh their ass off check this out
If any one wants to read and share actual facts about what's happening check this out

all hail pinky!!!!!! If you haven't read her blog today-READ IT
It helped me overcome the hypocritical apathy that was seizing my innards on my trip in this morning. I have this one chance right now to be some how a part of this strange new history that is unfolding before us.
In my inner debate part of me is remembering learning about Vietnam when I could finally comprehend some small part of history-asking my dad if he went (bad knee injury, plus he was in college, married and later with a baby), asking my mom what is was like (all the friends were desperately trying to stay in school, many got married-it lessened your chance of getting drafted), I remember my folks telling me about their friends in the Student democratic movement (is that right?) and that they were somehow radical and antiwar but also sold drugs. My stepdad had a draft lottery number which was dangerously close to the cut off (he also had the most concrete plans of any of the adults in my life to actually go to Woodstock). None of these tenuous attachments to the actual time was quite enough to make me understand the feeling of that time-the closest is my grandfather's staunch refusal to discuss his several tours of duty in Vietnam and his early retirement from the military in 1969 on the verge of a possible promotion to general.
Now it is happening around us and this backward looking causes me to then look forward-Where was I? What did I do? Do we ever understand the turning points, the major benchmarks of history when they are happening? The before/after corners that are so clear in retrospect? In the case of a major catastrophic event like Sept 11th, of course. But that kind of clear and decisive turn is rare. More often the worst transformations happen by degrees til eventually you look back and mutter "how did we come to this?"
If you place a lobster in lukewarm water and slowly raise the temperature they say it will not realize that it is boiling to death-of course if you toss it straight into a pot of boiling water it will thrash and fight and struggle-
It may be a cheap and ineloquent analogy but pay attention! It is getting hot.

I had the silliest dream last night that mah honey jumped up onstage with some band we knew and sang a big blues number or some such. Another in the long line of mah honey's surprising secret skills dreams. Its an ongoing theme that began very early in our relationship when I dreamed that he was a secret singer songwriter with a style like taj mahal-a lot of other people knew but I was totally surprised (pleasantly). Other parts of the dream I had were old friends from high school, current business colleagues and other random folk talking right to the dreaming me saying "this is an important message, remember what I am going to tell you..." and that's all I remember of course. Finally I remember being half awake snuggled in the warm bed with kitty leaning in at the knees and mah honey nosin into the armpit-perfectly immobilized by snoozing affection- and dreamily thinking "remember how happy you are..."

I am going to the peace rally at 49th and 1st ave in NYC this Saturday-I don't give a poo about this so called orange alert business-propaganda from our silly government trying to scare us into submission-fight the powah! (only so that there is no fighting but rather efforts toward peace)

Kitty reintroduction phase complete! she is totally back to normal-you can breathe freely again. In other news, after darting across the slushy midtown thoroughfare to pop into the eyebrow waxing place I was laid low. Not by passing traffic, crazed bike messengers or overly agggressive suited types. Nope. One moment I was standing the next I was braced against the street grate hearing a resounding "ouch" leave my lips. I'm funny that way, when I'm truly surprised, upset, shocked etcetra very mild, understated or prudish things come out of my mouth. Gooooodness, ouch, social contract! (when the kid threw a fully loaded big gulp at my head) and fudgsicle really come out of my mouth in times of extreme duress. Cut back to where we left off in my tale, having just casually and confidently darted in front of jittery NY drivers, upon arriving to the relative safety of the sidewalk I took several steps and promptly fall flat on my face. My landing was quite attractive, I felt distinctly at that moment that I must resemble the painting of the woman in a field twisting back to see her home across the expanse-almost pinned to the ground in a serpentine posture of defeat and exhaustion. Yep that was me too-only I was next to St Bart's in the mushy snow surrounded by New Yorkers. A kind postal worker came over to check on me but I just popped up "thank you, fine ha hahahahahahah (nervous trying to sound unharmed laughter). My phone got jammed with snow and what looked like ancient aqua chewing gum. I was attempting to call mah honey when the excitement began-he actually got to hear some of it before the phone sizzled and started shooting smoke out of its little behind.
At least its Friday

So trying not overshadow the plug for mahoney's CBs gig in the previous post but compelled to post:
WE ARE ENTERING STAGE II woo ha~!
I cooked in my own kitchen last night, I took a shower at my own house, radiators are hooked up and radiating heat! The protective paper is up off the floors, dusty dropcloths removed and disposed of! Kitty Reintroduction Phase begins tonite! Perhaps washer dryer trial phase will commence as well (in addition to KRP and the Kitchen induction via home made brownies ritual....)
Don't get me wrong there is still stuff to be done but its the sort of stuff you can invite your friends over and have cocktails while doing-we just came out of the major power tools phase and I am thrilled! Nothing against powertools or the accompanying blanket of dust which devours anything within 100 feet BUT I must say HUZZAH!
The clothing reorganization/allotment and disposal project is on the horizon along with the repopulation of select bookshelves with books music and whatnots
then the decorative objects acculturation and placement program (including knick knacks, photos and "art") all this hopefully before March 2nd when we are hoping to have our "Check it out-here's the pain in the ass you've been hearing about-aint it grand" party.
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