HOT DAMN!!

Today was a good day of election result news. It's been a while since I've felt so excited by an election (probably since we were all on pins and needles back in 2000). It gives me a feeling of hope, hope for change. Change number one has already occurred, and in a big way. The Secretary of Defense, Donald Rumsfeld, has announced his resignation. Earlier this morning, I was listening to "Mr. You're on Fire Mr." by The Liars, and all I could think about was G.W. and his bunch, and what a gaggle of liars they are, and how I wished all of them were running around with their pants on fire. About an hour later, the news broke that one of the biggest liars was stepping down. We were met with a press conference, featuring the bumbling idiot, Georgie, acting like his normal stuttering asshole self, and saying things like "we took a thumpin'" Since this was bigger than normal news, I really, REALLY, had to fight the temptation to turn off his voice. But I "stayed the course" - BARF!! Anyway, America showed up in the millions to vote out the people that were making this country unbearable, and put more pressure on the ones that are running things to listen to what the people are saying. Oh yeah, and not to mention, actually challenge the President when he decides that it's convenient to ignore or change the law.

I read this quote from Abraham Lincoln today:

"Any people anywhere, being inclined and having the power, have the right to rise up, and shake off the existing government... "

Now, if only we could show up in the millions to make a very public and organized stand against the rest of the Georgie administration, including their clown leader, and throw them the hell off the hill.

My dad once said a funny thing: "I've never voted for the president, but I've voted in every election." And followed it up with "Voting is the most important right that we have." Thank you everyone out there who showed up with a voice and a vote, it's the only thing we can do to try to make a difference. It doesn't matter which way you vote, you are still expressing your own opinion about how YOU want things run. This time, it turned out for the better, fortunately, and now hopefully we will see something different coming to us in the near future.

The Look of a Thief

Do I look like I'm up to something?

Tonight, I was coerced into a justifiable "dine and dash" at a very mediocre national chain restaurant. The funny thing is that it was master-minded by a birthday girl and mother of two. Things were made simpler by removing the husband and the two kids from the table first. Then, my dear friend, whom I love more than my own body, basically up and said let's get the hell out of here, and her sister and I followed suit, in a bit of a rush. So rushed, in fact, that I practically shoved the five year old out the door. I must say that it was exhilarating, I don't think I've done anything that deviant for a great while. We laughed heartily upon exit of the parking lot. Oh Canuck Pirate, the things you get me into!

Hello Again My Old Friend!

A few weeks ago, I said goodbye to an old friend. Now my old friend is back. WOXY.com has been resurrected AGAIN my friends! That's right, the world of music is spinning on the axis in the right direction for me again. Like a crush that just won't go away, WOXY has resurfaced, and I lust for it all over again. At 10:10 AM today, I was graced with its presence thanks to the kind folks over at lala.com, who saw the gem that WOXY holds in the music world, and took a jump. They came in, struck a deal, and now it's a happy family. If you haven't checked out lala, you should, especially if you have some cds that you want to liquidate, and in return get some new cool music for yourself. AND, you should definitely go over to woxy.com, tune in, and listen for a good while. You will not be disappointed. If I find out that you haven't been there, and listened, I will hunt you down, tie you to a chair, and press "play" on your computer. That's what I would like to call a promise full of threats.

BAM!!! KICK OUT THE JAMS, MOTHERFUCKERS!!

Edit: Damn, five hours later, it's been like one big dance party. This station makes me so excited that I just want to scream. When I am an old woman, I hope that I'm still listening to this station. I am in love over and over...

The Week in Review

I've had a pretty busy week:

Last weekend, I made a trip up to Door County, Wisconsin for a friend's wedding. Door County was quaint, serves good breakfast and overpriced hotel rooms. I wish I would have had a little more time to enjoy the area, especially the northern end of Lake Michigan and Peninsula State Park. The bride and groom opted for a pig roast for their guests. It was absolutely delicious, and I really wish that more people had huge parties that warranted an entire pig for everyone to enjoy, even if it does scare little kids...


On Tuesday, I went to see my old pretend boyfriend, Sufjan Stevens, perform. Last year, he and his entourage were dressed as cheerleaders and did onstage cheers, and a human pyramid, and primarily performed songs from the Illinoise album. This time around, he and his bandmates donned butterfly wings (color bird wings for Sufjan), and put on an amazingly beautiful performance with songs from almost all of his albums. He had six violin players, two cellists, a trombone player, two trumpeteers, and then a percussionist, and two jacks-of-many trades. He reminded me how nice the banjo sounds in a couple of songs, and delighted the crowd with a new piece that really rocks out unexpectedly at the end. I hope I get the chance to see it performed again live someday.

On Saturday, I made my first trip into the lovely state of Michigan for another wedding, and yet another overpriced hotel room. Although it rained during the outdoor ceremony, the words were meaningful and heartfelt. The reception was a lot of fun, and us late partiers thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, especially with the open bar. I love going to the weddings of close friends, it always feels like you're with extended family, and everyone has such a good time. We danced and drank the night away. I caught the bouquet for the umpteenth time, and for the first time, actually had to participate in the tradition of the lucky bachelor who caught the bride's garter getting the opportunity to slip it on my leg. I'm looking forward to pictures of that specific event, I'm sure they're fantastic... In the meantime, you can catch myself and said bachelor, my favorite Ohirish sisters, and me and the bride below.

Likes and Dislikes - Part Two

Likes:

- Tuna melts and great french fries
- The coming of fall
- The rich colors of fall fashion that look good on redheads like me
- Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream
- Random elevator conversations that include topics like Schlitz beer t-shirts, and "sallies" lying about the weather
- Peaches
- Walking
- Talking to my favorite people
- Simon's Tavern for its jukebox and beer
- The song title: "Let's Make Love And Listen to Death from Above" by CSS (Cansei de Ser Sexy)
- The band name: Death From Above 1979

Dislikes:
- G.W.'s voice, looks, mind, way of governing, and general bullshit. I can't wait for the next two years to end, so we can see an end to this administration, and I don't have to feel like vomiting and turning off the radio or TV every time that he's on it.
- Girls who wear scarves and coats when it's 55 degrees outside, for god's sake, if it were 55 degrees in February or March, you'd see people wearing shorts! It's not that cold out dearies...
- Chinese governmental policies and practices
- Boring jobs that don't exercise and expand my brain
- The hypocrisy of secret C.I.A. torture bases and blatant disregard of Geneva Accord policies that good old G.W. is pushing a bill on. What? The U.S. can do it and get away with it, but it's not fair and humane if someone else does it? Major and total bullshit.

Farewell My Friend

Today, as of 4:00 CST, one of my best friends will be leaving my daily life for good.

You came into my life about five and a half years ago, and there have been few days (excluding my three months out of the country and when you left for two) that you have not been there. It all started when I went through a traumatic break-up. The first boy that I had truly loved tore my heart out, threw it on the ground, and stomped all over it. I was insanely depressed for about a month, crying, not sleeping, not eating, miserable. All of the sudden, I found myself listening to completely different music, and it was making me feel better. I found you, and listened to you in the back of the student loan office in the basement of Williamson Hall while I worked. It was therapeutic. You had me hooked from day one with the music and the personalities. You introduced me to so many musicians that I listen to on a regular basis, but are far too numerous to try to even mention. I've told all of my friends about you, and they know how obsessed I am with you. Tonight, they will comfort me when I tell them that you are gone for good, and not laugh at me for crying over it. A little over two years ago you said you were leaving. I wrote you a love letter (that I will have to dig up and post on here as well) and sent it to you. I meant everything that I said from the bottom of my heart. I listened to you during your final hours, it was heart-wrenching. So much good music, so many emotions, from laughter to tears. Then, miraculously, almost two months later, you sent an email, saying that you were coming back. It was one of the best emails I've ever gotten, and I longed for the day that I could hear you again.

A few weeks ago, you sent the message that you were leaving again, and this time, I don't think there will be any miracles bringing your return to me. I will miss you, along with hundreds of others. Yesterday, you mentioned me to everyone that was listening, and gave me a great compliment. I sat here, with a huge smile on my face, but with tears in my eyes, knowing it would be the last time you said my name, the last time you would do anything for me at my request. I sit here now, listening, only three hours left, feeling my heart slowly breaking. I know you're trying to be strong, but I know that every couple of hours, I hear your voice wavering with emotion.

You did your own thing, didn't listen to anyone who tried to tell you what to do. You said you were independent, and proved it. You played the best music and a few songs that I didn't really care for every once in a while. I loved you unconditionally. I still have everything you ever sent to me, and display it with pride.

I'll never forget the impact that you made on my life. You changed me, and helped mold me into the person that I am today. I'm going to miss you, but I know that I'll have to move on. No, I don't feel like you are tearing out my heart and stepping on it, this isn't that traumatic, but it will still hurt me.

Thank you for everything Barb, Mike, Shivvy, Bryan Jay, Linda, Doug, 97X, and woxy.com.

Quoting Dustin Hoffman, "97X BAM! The Future of Rock and Roll"

Edit: Current Playlist

Pizzicato Five - Happy Sad
Bjork - oga
PJ Harvey - We Float
Lab Partners - Sensations
Captain of Industry - It Might Be Me

Playing Pizzicato Five - a band that the heartbreaker introduced me to, and you actually play over the airwaves. "Happy Sad" - Perfect song for my current feelings.

Produce Delivery!

This week's delivery included:

Broccoli
One beet
Lettuce
3 bananas
2 summer squash
Delicata squash
3 tomatoes
One purple onion
Mizuna Greens
3 red potatoes
2 red pears
2 apples
3 carrots
Cabbage
Cucumber

!!!

I am going to be whipped into a frenzy tonight, and I am going to like it.

Edit: !!! (chk chk chk) does me like no other.

Hobos Play Banjos Too

Sweet jesus, have you ever thought of being a hobo? Between reading Jack Kerouac's The Dharma Bums and finding this Halfway Hobo, I'm intrigued, especially when I check out the links from the front page. Of course, I wouldn't/couldn't do it alone. Perhaps I could talk my brother into another brother/sister adventure with me.

The travel bug has begun itching again, and I don't know what to do about it. It's like an insatiable thirst and hunger for me at this point, and all I ever do is feel restless. Settle or unsettled? Which is right for me? I know I've said yes to both, and at some points, I definitely lean towards "settled", but at the same time, it seems that I get bored quickly. If I could have my way (and was independently wealthy), I would work at some job that I liked for a couple of months, go off and be a farmer for a couple of months, stay in India for a couple of months, and travel wherever the world takes me for a few months every year and do it over and over again. Fantasies and dreams, right?

How can I get to the point in my life where I am ready to let go of all of my possessions and stop caring about permanency? When will it happen? Can I really just become a wandering bum, without the "bum" look at some point?

Will I ever find a place/thing/person/job that will keep me happy for a long time and in one place?

A New Diversion

I recently signed up for an organic produce co-op that is hosted by a local organic market. They partnered with an organic farm in Wisconsin to make weekly deliveries of fresh fruits and veggies to the city at an affordable price. Most of the stuff is grown at the farm, but some of it is shipped in from other organic farms. For $22/delivery, I get a box full of stuff that will feed me, and at least one other, for the week. I picked up my first shipment this afternoon, and also opted for the "fruit surprise" bag for an extra charge. I'm going to post the list of everything that was included (on a per delivery basis) for each shipment that I receive. So far, it's definitely worth the cost. The only drawback is that it was pretty heavy to carry home, and I ended up taking a bus from the train station, instead of my usual walk. I just might have to invest in one of those "old lady" shopping carts to help me along the way. Here is the list, as promised, and I think I might try to make an additional post with the ways that I use the items:

2 lbs seedless red grapes (too bad I don't like grapes, someone else will be the lucky recipient of these)
4 plouts (don't know, looks like a plum)
3 oranges
1 melon (looks like cantaloupe, but not exactly)
4 white peaches
3 red potatoes
2 tomatoes (including one heirloom variety)
1 zucchini
1 cucumber
1 onion
1 beet
Bag of mixed field greens
Bag of some other green (I'm guessing it's mache, but I could be wrong)
Bag of celery
Head of cauliflower
3 carrots
Small bag of green beans

Woo hoo! Let the cooking and good eating begin!!

Edit: I made a nice mixed salad, and a fruit salad with some of the ingredients last night:



And another: