| oh wow |
[Feb. 19th, 2006|09:43 pm] |
two people next to me are talking in excited voices about the upcoming movie titled "Snakes on a Plane."
I didn't realize this was common knowledge.
or that it is actually real.
much less that in April the local movie theater is showing all episodes of Firefly and then Serineity as a marathon. |
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| global warming |
[Feb. 10th, 2006|01:14 am] |
For the past few days, and thru Sunday, the weather is hovering just above 70 F here in Santa Cruz, CA. This, I have been told, is abnormally high. Right now, it is 50 F.
But then, one day when I was leaving my house, my roommate Lara called out to me, watch out! it's cloudy and overcast outside! Unpleasant! When I went outside, there were perhaps ten clouds in the sky. So, I am apt to distrust weather remarks.
I though am losing my michigan weathering, and now find high 40s cold. yikes. |
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| sous chef |
[Feb. 10th, 2006|12:37 am] |
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My experimenation in dinner cooking for many people is increasing. At first, it was resisting measuring and instead guesstimating, and tonight, it was this and this and this sound really good, so I'll just put it all together, and without using a reciepe. In fact! The entire dinner was using no receipe. I am proud of this, and want to share. I made sesame noodles, which I have made before, and then, for the first time, I made a dish of lentils, dinasour greens, and then the surprise! Mixed it together with a garlic tahini sauce. That might or might not be novel, but to me it was creative science. |
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| update for tonight |
[Apr. 28th, 2005|01:21 pm] |
the pussy pirates will be at the Totally Awesome House at 9:30.
I am most excited about them.
The whole thing starts at 7pm though. |
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| house party |
[Apr. 12th, 2005|02:19 pm] |
Black Elk is having a party this Friday, a drag party to be more precise, and all is welcome to come. It sadly (sniff, sniff) will be my last party here at Black Elk, a fact I cannot embrace. So, therefore, it is of utmost importance,
for you to come and of course, your friends. It beat out an art show, so it better be good, and I can promise it will!!!
See you there............. |
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| Music, finally |
[Mar. 24th, 2005|10:24 pm] |
Hello Everyone:
There will be a show at my house Black Elk, tommorrow evening, Friday the 25th, beginning at 8pm, at 902 Baldwin Ave, at the corner of Washtenaw, after Hill Street.
Who will be playing:
Umberto (Gina)
Melting Moments (Anna and Jason)
Patrick Elkins
A poet, I don't remember her name right now
I hope to see all of you there, and there should be another show next month as well. |
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| Do not read below if you want to see the movie Red Lights, but I highly advise you not to. |
[Nov. 18th, 2004|11:44 am] |
I saw Red Lights a few days ago, possibly among the worst movies I have ever seen. The most frequent camera shot was just of the driver and passenger of a car, and long panning shots of traffic and scenery. I hated both characters, and had no sympathy for either of them. I could see how this idea could develop in someone's head, and then I can see how there is nothing to make viewers care about either character or care what happens to them. There is one scene, I swear 10 minutes long, where this guy just makes phone call after phone call asking the same questions and reciving the same answers. I hate the movie even more if I think about it this way: Guy is asshole to his wife, wife appears to be cheating, or straying from husband, and displays resentment towards him. Guy is alcholic, puts wife's life in danger. Wife leaves, guy gets more drunk, picks up stranger who is obviously a convict, and then at the end the wife stays with her asshole husband, appearing to be in love with him again, just becuase she was raped and is in shock, and even though this asshole is crazy and a jerk. And the "love" scene in the movie was him practically passed out, and then climibing into bed with her smoking pot. I hate the weakened woman scene, and the dashing husband, regardless of their actual interactions!!!!
Why hasn't the Michigan Theater been picking quality movies? Are there no quality movies out there? Why all of these popular movies lately, with big fancy promotional material? I feel like it used to be better. I love seeing movies there, and want to be in rapture, but instead I just felt antsy, and hated the movie for making me sit through it, when I hated the movie anyways.
Perhaps Enduring Love will turn out okay next week. |
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| last night |
[Nov. 14th, 2004|08:50 am] |
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i was mentally exhausted from taking a big stupid test, in a big test factory with checkpoints, cameras, and evesdropping. went with black elk kids to this house gallery, that was on liberty past main above that used book shop. it had fancy people that owned the house (including Laurie's son, which is strange, but it also must be strange for him, to have a "famous" mom), and I thought this is what new york must feel like. People dressed up, with that attitude on their face that says, "Yes, I own this. Yes, I bought these clothes, don't I look nice? Here have more wine, no a little more wine. This is art, dear." And I thought it comforting that the food was in big aluminum tubs. The art was these etchings on wood and also prints. as repeated many times throughout the night, there was free wine, so the point of going I guess. I drove though, sober as usual, although that is of little consequence. we went home, and played games of spoons. who knew that could be so exhilerating?? just the chance, the chance of not getting a spoon makes your heart jump all over the place. bed was so luxurious, i felt that I had really not slept all week, I was a student! Of the crappiest subject!! Test taking!! To no avail!! I have recovered though, and wonder what is ahead. Life can be so sustaining, but is always pushing us forward, forward, forward. it is such a beautiful day, i woke up at 8am for little reason, but had the fantastic chance to listen to my friend's show on WCBN, and arrange breakfast together. |
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| klezmer |
[Nov. 8th, 2004|03:48 pm] |
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NASCO weekend, fifty people in my house, montreal kids speaking french that I can sort of understand, trying to speak is embarrassing, where did my language go?? Went to a workshop on media, free skool, and on radical intimacy. Food was provided, welcomed by me since weekends are usually devoid of good food, at least on Saturday. Saturday night, I was on State street with the Montreal kids, and came across Shawn and Susan playing klezmer in the entry way to Nickel's arcade. Dancing thus ensued, random bypassers attaching on and leaving, and it went on for a long time. Susan and Shawn were happy, they had never had dancers before. We went up to Arbor Vitae, and had a random music fest. A montreal trip is now on the books, although the train is stupidly expensive. Two hundred dollars to go. Le tigre concert reminded me of all the things that are going on, explosive, high energy, wonderful things. They were so cute!! In their matching outfits, synco dance moves, and complete adorableness. The Gossip played beforehand, you should check them out, they are tres bien. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 4th, 2004|03:06 pm] |
this is a great article outlining events in detroit, Kerry's action to concede, the republican media, and how 2004 was just like 2000, down to one state controlled by a Republican Secretary of state who took large measures to keep people from voting.
http://michiganimc.org/feature/display/7611/index.php |
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| pistachios yum |
[Nov. 4th, 2004|02:01 pm] |
food translated from one form to another often suprises me, like the pastachio nut to pastachio pudding and icecream.
I decided yesterday that:
I hate god.
I wouldn't feel bad if President Bush was assisinated (although that would still leave a problem of Cheney)
Kerry is a pussy for not waiting for all the provisonal ballots to be counted and therefore alienate all of those voters and
soft handle the republican bastards once again.
I read today that Bush is going to try and push through the houses bills that failed before such as drilling in the Artic Refuge in Alaska for oil.
Bottled up anger for four more years. I think I will start thinking locally, of things that can change, since the medical marijuna passing made me feel better, and knowing that Washtenaw County voted the way I did, overwhelmingly.
It makes me feel so much better knowing that there are so many people around who are so great, who I feel such closeness with. It makes the big bad world out there seem a little smaller.
It made me feel better to have so many people around Election Night at the Aut bar and WRAP. Scrabble kept my mind off of things. It made me feel better to meet last night with the book group and talk about the election and other things, and meet at the church and talk, and laugh, and know that these things, this part of life will be the constant.
Ah! I just want to squeeze everyone and kiss them on their cheeks, and scream and say YES!! This is what will sustain us.
Because I am at a loss to say otherwise what will make this better. What will make me feel good about the wider scope of things.
So, this means that all of you, and I will just have to see each other a lot, and have lots of fun, and feel happy together, and form a fortress against all the bad, bad things that might occur (quite possibly).
On to eating the pastachios. |
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| Activites this evening |
[Nov. 2nd, 2004|12:02 pm] |
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Everyone should come to Black Elk at 8pm to go to the Aut bar, and then to WRAP to watch the results. Or meet us at the Aut bar when you can. |
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| chips yum |
[Oct. 3rd, 2004|02:47 am] |
so much beautiful laughter, closeness, goodness, all wrapped up in others surrouding yourself. What social beings we are!!! Today was so much fun, so full of people and sillyness. Leopolds turned out well, I almost didn't go. Jeni, Jason, Eilese, Mary, Hana, Chip, Sarah, and others, all, there.
I feel so lucky. After Chi Shang, a delicous meal with curry tofu, we watched this crazy movie about this girl who would go into her love's appartment and clean, and give him things, and dance, and stuff her face into his pillows. I saw people come in and out, in and out, in and out throughout the physical being of the house, and thought, wow, this is how it is, people people everywhere. How wonderful, how unlike loneliness and solitude. and sadness.
not to be against aloneness. and thoughtfullness. or that they are different at all.
but how much fun!!!
and like le tigre says..........keep on livin'...and how wonderful it all is!!!! |
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| blop |
[Oct. 2nd, 2004|06:16 pm] |
Just returned from an apple orchard way way out somewhere. Amazingly, about 16 people came I think, we devoured three dozen donuts, cider, and rambled along the lanes of rotten apples softly laying under stunted trees. It was so so beautiful, with the sun, and the warmth, and the quiet I am not used to anymore. Going out to Chi Shang, and not sure of later. Maybe leopolds? Maybe a movie? There is a friend's birthday to continue to celebrate....
Last night, I tried on all the clothes my mother wore in high school and gave to me. In fact, I am wearing her shirt right now, easter colors, plaid. All the plaids she had! And the thick wool skirts that would go so great with tights and ankle boots.
Then, I went to Beth's house, and tried on her great collection of slips, jewlery and shoes to go to a flapper themed get together. I felt so glamourous!! I wore a long blue sheath, with a opal necklace and exaggerated eyeliner that didn't go on so well because of my uncontollable lids. Beth and I remained craving the swing music we had left behind at her house. The house we went to was a carriage house, and I wondered what it was like years ago, if it was a part of a farm, or an estate.
After that, I rambled over behind that house to the rad art house, and felt silly in my overdressed garb. It was nice, though, to see so many people. Biked home in the sharp cold.
I've started a journal, which I have rampantly been writing in daily, and feel that I have been working out all of my thoughts there, and don't feel much left in me to write about in here, or that I would want to publically share, other than what I do daily.
I would so much rather share in a deep camraderie, a wide, fresh gulf of friendship and love. And looking, touching, and understanding. It's been good to be around so many people, but I miss long, focused shared conversations. Which I guess have been happening, but not as much of late.
But this weather, this weather!!! |
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| oh lad dee dah |
[Sep. 25th, 2004|01:36 am] |
Today:
Went swimming on September 24th. Dove in quickly, ice over head, quick laps, warm. The last day to be in the water, until next year. Unless next week is warmer than they say.
Went contra dancing in the evening, twirled, stomped, moved. Drank cider and ate too many cookies.
Had a miracle event occur today: spoke to current professor I'm working for at the school of ed and.......got a raise, improved my hours, diversifed my tasks, am taking part in the analytical meetings/lunch lectures, and felt like I do have an actual job.
So....I am not going to leave ann arbor, I am going to stay until April, maybe longer. |
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| hello my name is oat. |
[Sep. 8th, 2004|12:40 am] |
I was at work today, typing in my transcription program, and instead of
writing in Pat, I wrote in Oat. I was alone, in the basement, of a
labyrinth of connecting offices, and for some reason, couldn't stop
thinking that was the damned funniest thing I had ever done at this job,
ever. Oat. Pat. Hellarious. i mean come on, your laughing right now, right? right? oh. okay. i see. |
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| alias |
[Aug. 31st, 2004|12:55 pm] |
I was at the international institute for a meeting about the fulbright, and happened to run across the Social Work Orientation, prentended to be one of them, and got free pizza and pop, and then ran into Maggie, one of my co-facilitators from WS 420.
It is amazing what happens, as long as you temporarily believe you are what you are at the moment, and you fit in, and no one asks or notices. I felt a little guilty, because it is nice to have this leeway, but still. I am sure that some of the pizza was going to be thrown away in the end. And it is UM, whom got a lot more money from me then just pizza money. Is this how rationalization of crime occurs as well, first its pizza, then robbing banks? Oh well, not interested.
The countdown is underway, I have now: three and a half days to be told if I have a new job or not.
Along with the pizza, tonight I am going to try and con my way into a photography class late, it will probably fail.
Then to see my friend's new "adult" apartment. |
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| The Chapbook Collective |
[May. 28th, 2004|12:57 pm] |
Everyone is invited to join the Chapbook Collective, a new creative writing group that will share short-stories and feedback on writing. The first meeting will be held at Black Elk Coooperative House, on the corner of Baldwin and Washtenaw, at 8pm, Wednesday June 2nd. This is the first, informal session to get things started. I hope to see you there! If you have any questions, please post or email.
First Meeting
8pm Wednesday June 2nd
Black Elk |
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