Rockabilly Wildcat

some more poems

2008-08-13T03:49:00.001-07:00

here's a couple poems i recently wrote. It seems like I've been thinking about my preteen adolescent years a lot lately. I don't know if it's because I keep getting closer and closer to thirty and it's some kind of subconscious effort to recapture my youth or something. I never really felt like I became an "adult" anyway....aging still baffles me.

1994 is when the shit went down.
I was having a good time in old Chinatown.
Dyed hair and no money to spare.
Just listening to old tapes of the late greats, always s singing the same old tune.
I whistle as I walk under that full Asian moon.
All those crazy kids yelling from behind, "quit bogarting that smoke my friend.
But I couldn't let it go, my heart was still on the mend.
Smashing Pumpkins still ringing in my ears.
How can they still know the depth of my fears.
So beautiful and lonely, this feeling is all I have to hold me.

Let's go sing karaoke or go rollerskating. I want to know what it's like to be young and free.
Can you come and help me sing some Blondie?
I'm gonna get out my Prince wig and dance like Little Nikki
But that ain't enough for this type of city.
I want to go where the sun don't shine and those black leather badasses are all mine.
My hardened heart is yelling for more rock n roll.
Where Elvis is King and there's no one like Jimmie Dean.
It seems so simple but you just can't tell.
If only I had a houndstooth suit and some shiny black boots
But there's so much more to being hardcore.

You walk into the elevator and start to push a number.
Slowly scan the small space as you start to wonder.
Your foggy reflection in those shiny double doors.
You look like a prisoner, you show no remorse.
There's no one left to see, there's no where left to go.
You walk out into the hallway, your steps are soft and slow.
You make up rhymes and try to find your sense of self.
One more thought and one more turn,
There's no right words, no they won't do
But they're all you know,
They used to comfort you.
But now you're all grown up,
No time for silly rhymes, no time for self reflection,
No time for rock n roll, no time for no direction.

smells like bacon

2008-06-12T12:35:00.000-07:00

The past couple of weeks have been kind of fun. I went kayaking for the first time, yea I just turned 28 and I've never been kayaking until last week. First time for everything. We saw some huge manatees right below our kayaks! Am I spelling kayak right? Anyway, they were so beautiful, I wish I had a waterproof camera, ugh. Some of the guys I was with got out of their boats and swam with the manatees a little bit, even pet them. They are so huge yet so gentle, the manatees that is.

I've been working at a tennis camp the past couple of weeks. Last week was a little rough. I had middle school boys and all they wanted to do was complain and whine. This week has been a lot better though. These kids are interesting. One girl is sooo hyper and screams a lot. She almost busted my eardrum the other day. She also is into anime and brought me this book to show me that she had been reading. I can't remember what it was called, Antique bookshelf or something? The same day she came up to me and was trying to hide behind me because they were all playing hide and go seek after camp and she told me I smelled like bacon. I told her I like to bathe in bacon everyday so that was probably why. THe same day ANother girl in my group pipes up on the way to lunch and says really loudly, "I just caught a dragonfly with my armpit." Kids are so weird.....

the jam session was a success!

2008-05-23T16:24:00.000-07:00

i've been applying for jobs for the summer the past few weeks and i was starting to freak out because my current job will be over next week because school will be out and i have been desperately trying to find something for the next couple of months. and just this week i got two job offers that kind of just plopped in my lap. one is at a summer tennis camp (which is perfect) and the other is teaching a basic photography class at the art center on campus at florida state. i just walked into the art center yesterday to ask how much it was to use the darkoom and the woman behind the counter literally asks me "you need a job" and there it was. man, i have to say somebody is definitely looking out for me....

i also played open mic night by myself for the first time ever on tuesday night. just me and my guitar. it was at this place in town called Bird's Aphrodisiac Oyster Shack. i also had a special incentive to play at this particular open mic because the first person who signed up and played got a $25 tab. guess what, i was that person. it wasn't too bad actually. i played two lucinda williams songs and the crowd was very gracious. all 5 or so people. hehe. there were a few more people than that, but i think that was a good size for my first open mic. i didn't even bring a pick up for my guitar so i had to borrow the guitar of another girl at the bar. i got a few compliments on my voice so that made me feel good. i definitely need more work on my guitar skills. oh well, in due time.

1987 Badass

2008-04-18T18:00:00.000-07:00

I wrote this over the last few months. It's about my brother Terry and the experiences I've had with him over the years. I want to make it into a song but I still haven't found the right chords yet.

Bleach blonde hair and that tan you got from mowing lawns all summer.
In your Black muscle shirt and Crisp white jeans against leaning against the doorway.
Could've given Don Johnson a run for his money.
Still wearing your sunglasses inside. A future too bright to hide.
Thought you had it going on, little did I know your mind was already gone.
But you were still the first born, my big brother I thought was having all the fun.......until one day, like the prodigal son you came walking up the driveway, but there was no grace for you, only hell to pay. Seemed like we were just drawing pictures together of the sharks you caught off the coast of Pascagoula. They had some hope for you on that boat, until mom and dad found out you used all the money you made to buy dope. You blamed Capt. Big Red, you said he was such a cutthroat. All the while I was back home staring at your Dio record cover, thinking about my big badass brother.....and why it was you had to leave as I put Holy Diver back in its sleeve.

1987 Badass, dad said you'd never last,
1987 badass, I love you so stuck in the past

You hocked my cd player for some drugs on Decker drive
I should have been mad but I was glad you were still alive
Living in some abandoned house just down the street, dad wouldn't even let you in to get something to eat. Crawling back home through the window while we were all asleep, laying on that mattress on the laundry room floor. I could hear dad trying to push down the door yelling “don't come around here no more.” You didn't rest you didn't sleep, the voices kept you up all night and so did we...

They sent you down to the Keys to get yourself a job. Thought it'd straighten you out, give you a new start. Little did we know the hell that you went through. When that truckdriver brought you home, dad could have killed you. The beach was your home down there, sleeping on the sand in the naked night air. Trying to talk to you, no one knew what to do, there were no reasons for the things we all went through.

1987 Badass, dad said you'd never last.
1987 Badass, I love you so stuck in the past

Driving down river road, taking pictures by the cemetary. The moments we both shared were never arbitrary. Looking for some magical power lines or plastic pink flamingos. Never stopped driving till we found our treasures, taken with us in a second in our cameras forever.

The first of every month going to the dollar store, looking for the perfect trinket to adorn your special room. You had it perfectly arranged so you could save us all from doom. Every object had its place, you said your art was your saving grace.

Hitchhiking for miles in the Louisiana heat, with your black trench coat still on as we pass you on the street. Coughing for another cigarette and I wrestle with the thoughts. Mom says you've had too many, or should I just give you what you want.

You pace, smoke and drink your coffee spilling it all over the floor. Mom yells again but you still try to get more. So we go outside and try to shoot the breeze. I try to understand you but your thoughts are out of reach. Sometimes I wish you could be more clear about the chaos in your head. There's nothing worse than a lost muse trying to raise the dead, or at least I thought that's what you said.

1987 Badass, dad said you'd never last.
1987 Badass, I love you so stuck in the past

You got a bus ticket to Baytown, went looking for Doris your one true love. No one knew where you went, and you took all the money that was for last months rent. Mom was sick and we were all spent. Doris wasn't around, you called dad from a pay phone. Alone in the parking lot in front of the Safeway. Next to the neighborhood where we used to live and play. 20 years later, you're still holding on to the memory of a girl who's been long gone.

You got arrested for sleeping on a car. We never understood how you even got this far. And then those cops chased you through the woods after that doctor sent you down the line. They all said you were fine, no reason for you to stay in that hospital, you were free, and the same day you came home and started tearing the limbs off some tree while screaming obscenities at strangers and mom and me. The streets weren't very nice to you but you still made it through. Something always there to save you from yourself. It sure wasn't the ones in charge of your mental health.

So you finally got a new apartment from the state, mom so worried you'd get kicked out with your dumpsterdiving treasures and and cigarette butts thrown all about. Your doctorizing was very impressive. One time you made some butterflies out of bread, I think that's what you said. Your creative touch was something I envied so much, I always wanted to be like you even though I knew all the pain it cost you.

1987 Badass, dad said you'd never last
1987 Badass, I love you so stuck in the past

shameless rhymes

2008-04-17T19:38:00.000-07:00

these are just some random rhymes i've written lately....they don't all really relate but I just group them all together anyway...

It's such a cliche nowadays to say what you really feel.
All those emo kids trying so hard to be real.
Authenticiy is hard when it's part of the indie mass appeal.

My ears are ringing and my eyes are heavy, too many concerts, not enough love,
So any miles unplanned and unknown. Driving for this reason, Why am I always alone...

Trying to learn some Joni Mitchell songs, only she can say how I really feel.
She knows what it's like in this life to be fragile and white...
It's down to you but it's up to me,
Seems I hear her angel voice now so frequently

I just about ran off the road and I'm not even drunk.
I just had to write this down before I forgot.
Seems so important now.
This flat tire is proof.
I was stopped in my own tracks by this truth.
Got my pen ready and willing,
with my other shaky hand holding coffee as it's spilling.

I'm tired of being so introspective
Think I'm gonna move on back to Texas
Sure ain't got to worry about no exes
I know Austin is my home.
Tired of being here so alone.
Yea I'm a Texas girl at heart
Can't wait to get my airstream parked...

2008-03-08T07:52:00.000-08:00

How many generations of beehives can you count in this Ruff family portrait? As Dolly would say, the higher the hair, the closer to heaven.

fried, dyed, and laid to the side

2008-02-14T19:29:00.000-08:00

I found this cd at the public library. I had never heard his music before but I had to get it just for the pompadour. The librarian made the comment that his hair was "fried, dyed, and laid to the side." I said if his music if half as good as hair i'd be satisfied.

don't let the sun go down on your grievance

2008-01-28T13:08:00.000-08:00

I can't stop listening to Daniel Johnston lately. If you haven't seen the film The Devil and Daniel Johnston, you simply must. He's a musician with bi polar disorder who makes the most painfully honest music I've ever heard. A friend of mine said he's too honest, which he may be but it just strikes such a chord with me. It's funny how he and Wesley Willis have some similar subject matter in their songs like the devil and even Casper the friendly Ghost. well, Wesley's song about Casper involves the friendly ghost being a homosexual so there's a difference there. But they both sing about issues of God and the devil and animals and such. Wesley has a song called "The Chicken Cow" and Daniel has a song called "Walking the Cow." I don't know, maybe it's just coincidence....And they're both diagnosed with some mental illness. That would be an interesting research paper I think. maybe in my free time....

T for Texas, T for Tennessee

2008-01-12T12:08:00.000-08:00

sometimes i wished i smoked cigarettes. i know it sounds juvenile and makes no sense but it just looks cool. there's just such a nice aesthetic about it. it seems like all the cool people in history smoked like james dean and marlon brando, bob dylan, all the greats.maybe it's also because i grew up around smokers my whole life that i have a subconscious or not so subconscious affinity for the habit. i just love to watch people smoke. i just can't express how cool smoking is. everything about it is just so...cool....i can't think of any other word appartently to describe it. if only there were a way to smoke without all the nasty side effects. hmmm. this will be my next major project. come up with a way to smoke that is actually good for you and not detremental to your health.

in other happening in my life lately besides my daydreaming about old movie stars smoking, i came home last sunday to the welcoming smell of rotting food in my refrigerator. apparently when i left my apartment to go home for christmas break i accidentally turned off my breaker for the refrigerator instead of the hot water heater. in my defense they are not labeled at all so it was an honest mistake really. because of this mistake i've been spending the last week to try and get the smell out of the fridge. it's been sitting outside by my door for the last week so i can air it out. i guess a positive side of this situation is that it was about time for me to clean the fridge anyway so at least this kind of forced me to do it.

i also started my very last semester of grad school. i decided to take a couple more classes that i don't really need because if i take below 3 credit hours i have to start paying my student loans back this summer. i have no idea if i will have a job this summer. which is actaully a nice segueway to mention one of the classes i am taking which is called "homelessness in america." i think it's going to be a great class. the first day our professor played woody guthrie AND bob dylan. i was totally sold of course. it was really cool how she tied in the lyrics of this land is your land and bob's last thoughts on woody guthrie to talk about homelessness....the other two classes i'm taking are human sexuality and weight lifting. the sex class is the one i actually need to take, for my counseling certification and personal reasons. jk, sort of. the weight lifting i signed up for because i figured if i take a class where you are graded on exercising then i might actually do it. we'll see. i'm ready to get in shape though. by the end of this semester i will be putting arnie to shame. he's actually not looking too hot these days anyhow so that might not be very difficult.

in some good news i got to see willie nelson this week, again. i love how he never changes...anything. with other performers that might be annoying but with willie it's just kind of comforting in a way. like this guy has been around so long and he still sticks to what works. i actually got free tickets because, surprise, i hung out by the buses again. they were actually having some "special party" for people that had connections to the venue. this guy named harper asked me for a light and we started talking and i just casually mentioned that i didn't have any tickets and he just happened to have a few extra. the tickets were 54 bucks so there was no way i could afford one. it was just a really nice night. there were these younger dudes walking around and i just figured they were roadies or something but i found out later once i saw them on stage that one of them was Lucas, Willie's son, who had apparently grown up a lot since i last saw him a couple years ago on the ball part tour. he's gotten a lot beefier and grown some facial hair. i really didn't recognize him until i saw him on stage and he started doing the familiar weird stuff with his mouth like stevie ray vaughn used to do. he actually has his own band now that opened for willie called "40 point" i think. they played mostly covers but they were good ones. i was impressed with their versions of king harvest and jealous guy. Lucas sounds so much like willie though. it was almost hard to tell them apart at one point when they were doing a duet. i wished i had gotten some pictures but my digital camera decided to not work anymore unfortunately.

friday night fun

2007-12-15T17:27:00.000-08:00

it's so nice to be spending hours in front of the computer not writing papers. i'm downloading a bunch of cds for my zune i bought from my brother like a long time ago. if you haven't heard the music of the Dirty Projector's, you must. it is so infectious. the most insane melodies i have ever heard. they take you on this glorious harmony joy ride, (as wesley willis would say), break it up with some chaos and then bring it all back again with a beautiful resolution in every song. i can't get enough of these guys.

i went to one of those 3d pink floyd show things. not the laser show, it's like a huge projector at the planetarium that projects these crazy images of clocks and other pink floyd related iconography and images that move and sway and it feels you're moving. i know there's a name for that kind of illusional stuff but i can't remember it. the dark side of the moon is playing as you lay down and watch this stuff on the ceiling for about an hour. it's pretty neat actually. i havne't really listened to floyd in a while but it brought back some memories of high school sitting in my room listening to them for really long amounts of time....

last night keri and i went downtown and started playing some lucinda williams songs that we learned. i think we're going to start a side of the road tour where we just play at random spots in town and see how much money people will actually give us.

last night was a riot for many reasons. first of all, corner pocket's is the best place in town to people watch. it's alocal bar for the "real" locals of tallahassee. the folks that have been born and raised here and probably been going to that bar since it opened. it's an interesting mix of florida red necks, ghetto fabulous, guys with haircuts from the early 90's with shiny shirts to match, older lesbians, some college kids thrown in (though not very many), this is not a college bar...lots of really drunk middle aged women with low rise tight jeans and bleach blond hair as well. they always get up and dance while Nathan and Brock are playing. Nathan and Brock are my friends who play gigs around town. I sing some Lucinda songs with them every once and a while. THey're really funny guys and play an awesome version of "business time" by flight of the conchords, a hilarious new zealand duo.

anywho, we get to corner pocket's last night and there's the usual crowd except they seemed to be in special form that night. one guy, we ended up naming "old man bill" was so drunk that it took him about 5 minutes to pick up a cigarette he dropped on the ground. he would just sit there for long amounts of time with his eyes closed and a slight grin on his face. then he would wake up and yell random things at the band like "you got some moody blues" and "you got the horns, the drums, and the guitar" over and over in a really exaggerated southern drawl. He'd also get up intermittently and give us his best drunk two step which was a real treat. as the band was packing up to to leave he kept yelling, "what are you doing, you ain't locking down yet." then there's "finch" who is guy that is there every time i go to corner pocket's. he's a true blue dead head and dances like the best dead head twirler you can find. he also does this weird clicking thing with his tonge that's really loud....the best conversation of the night had to have been had with a guy who said his middle name was "cross" he comes up to our table and asks us, "where are all the hot hotties" this was the most bizarre conversation i had ever had with another human being. i don't really know how to recreate how it went exactly but i did write down some of his more memorable quotes. yes, i had a notepad handy. we always need material for our band and this is the perfect place to get it. so here go the "Cross" quotes.

"My face is in overabundance,
...i'm not gonna worry about me, that's why i drink but i'm not gonna overdrink myself.
It's cool to meet your name...
These cloves smell really clovey
You guys aren't evil patrons, no matter what i say, you guys are good...

the best part was this one guy who just walked up in the middle of the band as they were playing and just stood by my friend callie as she was playing the djembe. then he tried to walk behind nathan as he was playing and tripped over the chair that had the tip jar and fell over hit and landed right on his rear and took a few glasses and an amp down with him. the band stopped playing of course and he looked like he had scraped his arm pretty good but was ok other than that and his bruised ego. he went straight back inside to the bar to get some more shots. i kinda felt sorry for him but that's what you get when you invade the band's space and you're really plastered.

i feel like i should bring a video camera there. this place is just fascinating.

2007-12-12T20:19:00.001-08:00

i just ate a whole can of cream corn.

almost got run over at wal-mart

2007-12-09T18:57:00.001-08:00

i almost got run over in the wal-mart parking lot the other day. i was actually trying to put my buggy back where they're supposed to go, not just in front of some random car like i usually do. jk, i would never do that, usually i just put it up on curb or something. i'm lazy, what can i say. so anywho, this white car just keeps backing up and i didn't notice it of course until it was almost too late. i think i was looking down at a gum wrapper or something interesting like that. so i look up and this car is not showing any sign of stopping. it's got sorority stickers on it and other crap like that decorating the back of it. it was filled with a bunch of college aged girls of course, i already mentioned the sorority stickers. so they drive off as i'm slightly startled. i was just going to go on my merry little almost got hit by sorostitues way, when i hear screaming coming from this pick up truck across from me with this bewildered looking middle school boy standing in front of this truck. this lady with bleach blond hair is sitting in the drivers seat screaming obscenities. then i realize that she is screaming at the car as it drives away. i was thinking, did they try to hit her too? but she was trying to stick up for me for almost being hit by these girls. i think she said, "i can't stand those kinds of people, they don't care cause they got daddy's money" and other various things that she would do to them if she could. i told her thanks for her concern and that i knew she had my back. i should have gotten her number or something. i may need a bodyguard someday.

dry rub

2007-12-03T20:57:00.000-08:00

it's crunch time yet again. i didn't think i'd be worrying about finals on another fall semester but it has come to an end and i must force myself to muster up the motivation to write, hopefully, one of my last academic papers EVER! i really pulled a doozie this weekend. i could have been writing on my career counseling proposal that i've been dreading all semester but instead i spent all day yesterday trying to write a 6 page paper for the easiest class i've ever taken in grad school, chemical dependency, that should have only taken me a couple hours. because of my undiagnosed obsessive compulsive tendencies, i spent all day researching for a paper about schizophrenia and substance abuse, a subject which i happen to some things about and have written other paper on in the past but because of my overactive conscience, i would not allow myself to plaigarize myself and spent all day lethargically looking up new journals in order to use for this thing thinking that this paper was due today. but i find out in class that it's actually not due until next week so i wasted pretty much a whole weekend not working on my career counseling proposal that's due wednesday. cool huh. but i had a good time wasting time yesterday in the grad lab. my friend sara and i did a good job of entertaining ourselves while sort of pretending like we were trying to get work done. we have the same silly tendencies and a another lady in the grad lab who was actually working was trying to get our attention as sara was trying out a new dance move in her chair as i was evaluating it and sort of trying not to laugh too loud but not really succeeding. this nice lady was trying to get our attention and she politely waited for us to stop our shennannigan's before asking us to watch her bag while she stepped out for a minute. it's like she felt bad interrupting our juvenile behavior. these are the kinds of things that make me wonder how the hell i made it this far....

my career counseling professor, the same one who farted, had an "interesting" story to tell us in class last week. he said some random girl from memphis was looking up career centers and she came across FSU's and got his number and gave him a call. he ended up giving her some links to some other career sources and as a favor she sends him a big box of ribs from corky's bar be cue in memphis. which i opened my big mouth and piped up and told him i had eaten there as well. which i had because of when i lived in mississippi, we'd go to memphis to get out of hell for a while. anywho, he starts engaging me in this conversation about the ribs and he ends up asking me and i quote "are you a dry or wet rub kind of girl" referring to the ribs. i immediately said neither, that i like beef. then he goes on to say, oh are you from texas? they like their brisket down there. all i could do was nod yes at that point. the rest of the conversation just kind of trailed off. all i could hear was from then on was "dry or wet rub." and apparently that's all that my classmates could think of to say after class to me as well.

i also think that this is probably the funniest video i have ever seen.

stolen car

2007-11-23T10:08:00.001-08:00

I came to All Saints today to try and get some work done on my proposal because the internet at my place has been hit or miss lately. I expected to have a nice quiet working environment because i figured everyone would be out of town because of the holidays. When I arrive, I hear yelling coming from somewhere and then one of the employees comes running out saying that some guy is trying to steal his friends car. I'm still kind of confused about the ligistics of this stolen car. All I know is there's a homeless guy with a drawing pad, ( whom i've seen a lot around here standing on the corner trying to sell his artwork of famous rock stars, he's actually quite good but i digress) trying to talk to this guy with red sunglasses who apparently is trying to steal the car and a bunch of other people standing outside calling people trying to get the "real" owner of the car to come out and claim his car while arguing this villain of this scenario i assume, the car stealer. Villain Red sunglasses guy is ranting and raving at these people rather feverishly but I can't really understand what he is saying. I am planting my butt inside through all of this as I take photos through the window, and Siamese Dream is playing in the background through all of this. I hadn't listened to this album in a while. Kind of fitting music for this moment I think. So me and the other innocent patrons are shrugging our shoulders at each other trying to figure out what's going on from a distance with our laptops and coffee protecting us hopefully if some other unforseen trouble occurs that would infiltrate inside this establishment . Then the cops show up and start padding this guy down and look through his wallet. I guess they're trying to figure out if he's really who he says he is. I don't have my little upload cord thingy so I can't upload them right now but I hope to have some proof of this happening on here soon. It's really very bazzar. Not what I expected on the day after Thanksgiving.

pie bite girl

2007-11-20T15:11:00.000-08:00

I'm eating organic chocolate with ground up espresso beans mixed in while listening to physical graffitti. i didn't grind the espresso beans myself, they came that way with the chocolate. just so ya know. i hadn't listened to led zep in a looong time. its been a rare time lately that i just get in a led zeppy mood. so yea, its been a while since i've updated, yet again. i see a cycle here. maybe not. maybe more like a linear progression of writing and not writing. i'm confusing myself so i guess i'll get to the the latest or not so latest happening of my life lately. i really like adverbs by the way.

so basically here's the deal. i got my first official art therapy job working with kids in public school for the past couple of months who have "issues. " it's been interesting. i work with a music therapist one day a week and i enjoy seeing another side of creative therapy. we try to join forces of music and art to have one super creative therapy session! well on a good day that is....

secondly, i am also enrolled in two classes in order to further my career so i can get certified as a mental health counselor. basically i am never getting out of school. so back to the classes i am currently taking. one of which is probably the worst class i have ever had. exept my professor farted in class the other day which pretty much makes up for the misery we've gone through the whole semester. nobody aknowledged it either which made it even harder to contain myself. i just looked down at my desk trying not to lose it the rest of the class. i couldn't look him in the eye after that for fear of laughing in his face. he just went on like nothing ever happened. i would have at least said something, like my dad used to say, "did somebody step on a duck." i think my dad came up with that one on his own because i have never heard anybody else say that except him. this same man also playfully kicked me in the foot one time during a lecture. that was kind of odd i thought. there are also only six people in the class so we all have to sit up front and look like we're interested in what he's saying the whole 3 hours. and now i get to write a 20 page proposal of which i haven't even started. guess what i'm doing over thanksgiving!

i finally got my bike fixed. there's this place in town where you can go and actually build a bike from old bikes and parts they have lying around. it's called Krank It Up. I think i'm going to do a documentary on them. it's a really neat place. besides some of the hipster kids who hang around there who think they're cooler than everyone else because they ride a bike with dirty vans/cons, tattered t shirts and sweaty armpits. although they kinda grew on me after a while . they helped me fix my bike up and i've been riding it around town. i love riding my bike. i feel like a kid again. like i'm playing. it's a sweet one too. i'm going to take a pic of it with my holga and post it on here sometime. while i was at this coffee shop called All Saints the other day, this girl looks over at me and my bike and says, "Your bike looks like a pie and i want to take a bite out of it." When she left she said, "bye pie bite girl"

i've also been playing a lot of music. i finally learning how to actually play my guitar. it sure is nice to have patient friends who are also musicians who are way better than you but are willing to still put up with your lack of skill and actually teach you something. we jammed until 5 in the morning the other night. we're all going to start a band who plays on a couch. and call ourselves the rockabilly Keari's. except the e would be on top of the a like a cool play on letters because my other friend spells her name with an e and mine is with an a. makes sense huh. as we were jamming this other girl down the hall who plays the oboe? showed up and she spells her name exactly like mine. it's all about the kaeri's lately. kaeri's just attract more kaeri's.

i'm going to see "into the wild" tonight. it looks really good. sean penn directed it i think. it's about that guy who went to Alaska to rough it in the woods. sounds like my kinda man.

Adios, mi corazon

2007-06-18T14:24:00.000-07:00

i'm listening to the album "Dylan" that a friend of mine let me borrow a few days ago. It hasn't been in circulation on cd ever and there are only the few vinyl precious copies that you may be lucky to find. I am lucky enought to know someone who has it so i feel lucky indeed. I love it, it's basically all covers but he has his twangy countryesque voice and it's just wonderful. I can't stope listening to the song called "Spanish is the loving tongue" I think I've played it over at least 25-30 times in the last few days.

i went to the beach yesterday for the first time this summer. it was so nice, the weather was perfect, not too hot with a few clouds in the sky so we weren't sweltering. there was an unusual amount of seaweed laying around though. it looked like some kind of moster washed up on the beach, kind of like something out of star wars.

i keep procrastinating on writing about the "Europe trip" i don't know why i put off writing in this thing so much. I wrote in a journal for about half of the trip. There was so much happening that it became overwhelming to keep it up. I almost feel like I should just go ahead and write a book...

I feel like I have been having pretty much a perfect summer. It started out with a trip of a lifetime then I come back to my favorite place in Georgia, Dahlonega and just relax from my trip and sit on the porch and drink coffee and visit old friends. Now I am back in Tally and my days have consisted of playing tennis, singing Lucinda Williams songs at bars, learning guitar, indulging in too many hours online and zoning out on my couch, thrift shopping, and just seeing my favorite band Black Rebel Motorcylce Club on my birthday. It sure is a nice switch from last summer. Oh and of course there is school, we have our first weekend workshop this weekend. And I have a lot to do on my final project but for some reason this isn't really phasing me right now, I know I will get it done. Plus I got a job offer in Snellville. It was funny how it happened, I was leaving the day before my birthday to go se BRMC in Atlanta and I got a call just before I was leaving to drive up there and it was a man from Eastside Heritage whom I had called about 3 months ago looking for a place to apply for a job for our special projects for class. They didn't have any opening at the time but now they do. So I ended up having an interview with him the next day, which happened to be my birthday. It was really weird and seemed like more than a coincidence. It's funny how important things have been happening in my life on my birthdays the last few years. I was filmed in a documentary about Dylan fans on my bday a couple years ago and now this. I don't know, i thought it was kind of interesting.

the tennis court is calling and i have some balls to smash, hehe.

PARIS!!

2007-05-18T14:27:00.000-07:00

I feel like I should write about Paris right now, I'll write about the incredible trip following Bob later. I didn't go to London after all actually, I was supposed to stay with my second cousin Kara but I couldn't because she is an editor of a magazine and she had an unexpected job in Miami she had to fly to. So I spent the last week of my European stay in Paris! I met some wonderful new friends who were so kind and let me stay with them. I stayed with a lady from the West Indies named Caroline who is also a wonderful vegan cook! I ate really well in Europe! Her friends were so kind and took me around the city to all the places I wanted to go. Sandrine was a wonderful tour guide, she is also from the west indies and we had fun walking down the Champs Elysees in the rain. I went to the top of the Eiffel Tower and to the Louvre in one day. I only saw a fraction of the museum but I'm glad I got to see all of my favorite Renaissance Italiam painters. It was so amazing to see all those paintings I studied in art history in real life and to see all the cracks and brushstrokes up close. I took a boat ride alond the Siene that went by all the major monuments in Paris. It is truly the most beautiful city that I've ever seen. Not that I've been to a lot of major cities but it just took my breath away. I ate the most delicious crepes on the boat. Sandrine and I got salmon and spinach crepes with fresh cream. they literaly melted in my mouth. One of my favorite activities of the whole trip was people watching. There were so many people with dogs and old men wearing berets holding baugettes just like in the movies. it was so surreal...People in Paris are so stylish, I had fun just looking at what people are wearing, they had such a keen sense of style, very polished and put together. there were some funny accessories, especially the many man purses i saw. my favorite one was a knock off louis vutton purse this one guy was wearing. hilarious. there were also a lot of sweaters being worn tied over the shoulders. there was a lot of knock off brands being worn, especially dolce & gabana. i saw a lot of that in italy as well, but i'll get to that later... but overall i envied the style of the french women. i also felt like a giant compared to everyone, they are so small! everything there is small, the people, the cars, the streets, everything. sandrine was also making fun of the way i talked because she said that americans always sound like they are shouting when they talk. i love french, it is such a beautiful language. sandrine and caroline were trying to teach me a little french and i gave them some lessons in english as well. they both spoke english but they really wanted me to correct them if they said anything incorrectly. i felt kind of inadequate to do that because i feel like i always don't know the right grammer like i should. hehe. but we helped each other out as best as we could. there were some really funny moments of me and sandrine trying to communicate with each other. i would say the phrase, "a couple" and she always asked me what i meant. i really learned on this trip how much i take for granted in america how easily it is to communicate with everyone. well, for the most part, just speaking in language terms. but anywho, it was so difficult at times for me to communicate with a lot of people in paris. i really had to rely on non verbal cues. one funny incident happened on the train, i was loading the film in my three cameras and this man sitting across from me started laughing and he started saying something to me in french but he soon learned i didn't speak french. through very limited vocabulary and a lot of hand motions we were able to talk, albeit, very limitedly. i learned that he was a professional p hotographer in paris and showed me his gigantic digital camera. he was very nice and would just laugh when we reached a point where we just couldn't rely on our limited vocabulary and hand motions to get our points across. that only gets you so far.

i am so dumbfounded about how i even survived in paris. without knowing the language, not knowing anyone, i was really flying by the seat of my pants without a clue. but God made a way where there was none and provided for all of my needs and allowed me the trip of a life time.

the "foir de paris" which is a huge market in paris that only happens once a year for about a week was awesome. i only saw a small portion of it because it was so huge. i saw native west indie people make their homemade coconut ice cream which was delicious. i saw many handmade baskets and authentic west indies clothes.

More later, je fatigue...

I'M BAAAAAAACK

2007-05-17T12:21:00.000-07:00

I arrived back in the good old USA tuesday May 15th to the sight of that familiar red Georgia mud and I couldn't have been happier. There's just nothing like coming home, eventhough I had the time of my life in Europe. I dare to say I almost feel like a different person after this trip. I know a lot of people say they feel changed after their first trip overseas but in my case it is definitely true. I have too much to say and too little time to say it right now but I promise there will be a series of blogs about this trip coming in the near future. right now i am enjoying being in the mountains and hanging out with my mom and friends here in Dahlonega. Life is truly great.

so long marianne

2007-04-05T18:49:00.000-07:00

i feel so relaxed right now i could probably fall asleep while typing this post so if my head happens to fall over onto the keyboard as i write and the rest of it consists of unintelligible or repeated letters sorry. i just took a hot bath after the pilates class i've been going to with my buddy andrew from class. i LOVE pilates, it's a really good workout but relaxing at the same time. i'm totally sold. i'm still getting used to some of the moves but it helps to have a friend there to laugh at each other as our butts are sticking up in the air and other awkward positions you find yourself in in that class sometimes.

i've had a good couple of weeks, i sold some of my artwork in the annual juried rollins art show here at fsu. i won an award for one piece, 50 bucks. the school bought a photograph i took of an alligator at sapelo that was part of my senior show for undergrad which was $200. i kind of wished i had upped the prices now! oh well, not bad for starting out. and another professor wants to buy another photograph from the sapelo series. Lord knows i need the cash right now.....since i'm going to Paris in like 2 weeks! i'm gonna need that moola for about a thousand rolls of film i'm going to use while i'm there, hehe. that reminds me i need to get another holga, the ones i have now have too many light leaks which can be interesting but its become a little too much to where its not complimenting the picture but becoming more of a distraction. i've noticed the longer i use a holga the more light leaks it gets. well what can you expect from a plastic camera, i still love that thing though, i will forever be indebted to it for bringing a whole new dimension to my photography. reminds me of the little cheer we used to chant in the darkroom at north georgia, HOLGA....HOLGA....HOLGA. original i know, you have to hear the tone of voice to get the full effect of course. ahh memories of the darkroom, i miss it so much, i am determined to get back in there this summer dangit...

it's been interesting at my internship this week. i work at pyramid studios which is an art studio for developmentally delayed adults and i had this whole really cool art exercise prepared. it's kind of hard to explain but basically it involved balloons. well, the balloons kept popping if you just touched it wrong, no sharp objects in sight. that's the last time i buy cheap balloons from teh dollar store. you'd think a balloon is a balloon. anyway, a few balloons popped in my clients faces and needless to say the whole place was in an uproar for a little while after that. i felt so bad because some are really sensitive to loud noises so that was not good. it was a learnig experience needless to say.

and i just discovered how good leonard cohen is as a songwriter, i had heard of him before and just lumped him together with all those 70s singer songwriters. and that all the really knowledgeable music snobs say you're supposed to like. i love the feeling when you discover a new musician that is so good and you keep wanting to hear more and more. patty griffin is another one i'm really getting into right now. i guess you could say she's in the alt country category, you could put her in the same sentence with lucinda williams but they're still totally different.

a funny thing happened on the way to the dentist

2007-03-27T11:58:00.000-07:00

I had a dream the other night that Prince was my dentist. He was wearing that yellow suit he wore to the Oscars this year. I was embarrassed for him to look at my mouth because apparently on the way there one of my front teeth fell out and i didn't want him to think I didn't take care of my teeth. I wouldn't open my mouth when I finally arrived and he kept trying to get me to smile by singing in his usual high pitch range which he thought was funny as well in the dream. Then when i finally did smile he he started laughing at me but then he tried to cover it up by saying I was still cool. After the dream analysis class i took last semester you'd think i'd be able to disect this one but i'm at a loss. feel free to give any opinions of what this might possibly mean!

THANK YOU!

2007-03-24T11:30:00.000-07:00

I just wanted to tell everybody who has been praying and thinking about my dad through his surgery thank you so much. I can't thank you enough for your support. He is doing excellent by the way and he is coming home today sometime. After his surgery yesterday he was a little whoozy at first of course, but he was back to himself in no time. That's what is so scary about brain surgery because there is always that chance that you may not be the same person when you wake up but he was already cracking his usual jokes and making references to the hospital bills so we knew he was ok! His whole head is wrapped in white gauze that kind of makes a dome shape on the top of his head which looks like a turbin and we've all been teasing him that we should paint it pastel colors to look like an Easter egg just in time for the season. He said he scared himself when he caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection of the paper towel dispenser with his new "hat" anywho I can't believe how soon they're sending him home but the doctor says he is doing great so I won't argue with that! I'm just so glad it's over, surgery sucks! especially in your brain...but yea, thank you thank you thank you for everything. It is going to take a couple months before his incision is completely healed and he can get back to doing his usual stuff which will be kind of hard on him but the alternative is much worse i would say. There is still a chance for infection from the wound so I would appreciate it if you would continue to pray that everything heals quickly and safely. But the worst is over thank God...

Now all I need prayer for is that I get everything done I need to do for school in less than a month. I can't believe how fast this semester has flown by and I feel like I've been the biggest slacker ever since I started grad school. It's technically my last semester before I graduate in August besides a few weekend workshops in the summer and our final project which I don't forsee being that difficult. I guess you could call it burn out. I just really don't have the motivation right now, I'm so done with school but knowing that I'm going to France in a month is what's keeping me going! I AM GOING TO SEE BOB DYLAN IN PARIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm going to stay in France for about a month to visit Molly in Lille as well. I'm going to try and travel around as much as possible while I'm there. I really want to go to Amsterdam and London too. We'll see. I'm just happy to get out of the country for the first time EVER! I've been practicing my French etiquitte. well not really, I've just been trying to find french looking clothes and listening to french music. I bought this shirt yesterday at Plato's closet that is navy and white striped and my friend told my it looked very french last night and I didn't even mention anything about going to France yet! I was really stoked about that! I'm really getting into Brigitte Bardot's style right now. She was such a cool chic. And Molly, I am so glad you introduced me to Serge Gainsbourg, his stuff is amazing. I wasn't sure if I really liked it at first but the more I listen to it the more I love his sound eventhough I can't understand what he's saying....I freaking LOVE Bonnie and Clyde! I can't stop listening to it!

Circus

2007-03-17T21:46:00.000-07:00

I just want to clarify something from a blog i wrote a few weeks back. i have been getting a lot of questions about that understandably because i said that the Killers were mormons which is half true. Brandon Flowers came from a mormon family. i don't really know about the rest of the band. i just really liked comparing them to the Osmonds in that post for some reason because i was pissed that Black Rebel Motorcylce Club was opening for them which i think should be the other way around. i thought it was funny comparing them to the osmonds at the time and i was extremely tired and as well. I think the Killers are a decent band and I don't hate them, I was just a little irritated about the whole situation so there ya go.

On to the Rolling Stones, I'm so excited, I'm finally getting to see the Rolling Stones Rock n' Roll Circus! I have been wanting to see this movie forever and thanks to pbs I finally can. It is so crazy, Mick Jagger is interviewing John Lennon and John looks over to Mick and calls him Michael! It is so hilarious the way he says it with this hint of mockery and admiration at the same time in his voice. It seems so surreal. And then there's Joko Ono wailing into the mike with some guy playing violin and John in the background digging the hell out of it. I never understood that relationship, I can't stand her. She has sounds worse than an injured animal, I guess I'm not getting her artistic conceptual art crap but she just needs to stop....then there's the audience all dressed in these yellow and red parka looking things dancing around looking really stoned and confused of course. i wish i lived in London in the late 60s. you just can't beat real mods.....the audience is hilarious. the typical 60s dance move with lots of hair swinging and swaying side to side while clapping. then there's Pete Townsend is wearing a seat cushion on his head. maryanne faithful looks gorgeous, i love her eyelashes, she makes me want to start wearing fake eyelashes. oh and thanks to pbs i found out that Mick asked Bridget Bardot and Johnny Cash to be the ring leader of the "circus" they both declined. wow, what a crazy mix that would have been! The thought of Johnny Cash with a bunch of dancing parka wearing crazy mod brits just cracks me up. I really want this dvd, pbs is selling it for 90 bucks with bonus footage of John backstage with his son Julian. I really want this but that's kinda steep. i love pbs but i think i'll have to wait before i can donate money to those guys.

Joy

2007-03-14T19:36:00.000-07:00

i saw Lucinda Williams last night and it was better than i had even expected! THAT WOMAN RAWKS! she is so hardcore, i want to be like her when i grow up. the first thing she said when she came on stage was "i just ate a bunch of the best sopailpillas, i just want to die in a big bowl of sopaipillas with honey, that would be heaven" she knows what sopaipillas are, her coolness just went way up after she said that. we used to go to pancho's and eat the hell out of some sopaipillas. she was just so personable and engaging the whole time which i didn't expect. she was very reserved the last time i saw her which was 2001. but last night she even talked about a lot of the history behind some songs and what they mean which i really loved. i've listened to her songs for so long and to actually know exactly who they're about is really cool. i mean a lot of them are self explanatory but it's nice to know who the people are that she's singing about. she even said "i'm gonna be ya'll musical therapist tonight" i was like right on sista. she even added a ruthlesss yell "mother fucker" to the end of a line in "Joy" that goes, "i dont' want you anymore cause you took my Joy.... that really got the crowd going. i have to say the crowd was awesome too. she kept saying what a receptive and captive audience we were. i felt proud to be part of such an appreciating audience of such an amazing woman....she had some rockin bling too. a big diamond studded bracelet with belt to match and big hoop earings and a dragon looking tattoo on her arm. besides my mom she has to be the coolest 50 something lady ever. not that my mom has any tattoos, (that i know of) jk, but my mom is pretty cool i have to say. i felt bad she couldn't see her with me, she's a really big fan of hers too. we used to listen to her in the car on the way to tennis tournaments driving the same roads that she sings about in her songs. i love that she's from the same place as me and she talks about all the places i know so well in her songs. she sang "bus to baton rouge" which was beautiful. it was truly an amazing show and it made my want to get back in that smoky bar and sing the hell out of her songs again!

2007-03-11T21:28:00.000-07:00

so i'm sitting here watching cheaters and eating ice cream after a long trip from home back to tallatrashy. i don't usually watch cheaters but i sucked into the white trash brawls that result from confronting their cheating lovers. the host is what really cracks me up. he acts so concerned saying things to the one being cheated one like, "you're going to get through this" and "you're strong." yup, another reality tv show that is compromising my IQ as we speak.

besides some mind numbing cheaters watching i guess a lot has been happening lately. i just got back from spring break. i found out some news thats not so great while i was at home. my dad has to have brain surgery soon. it's not cancer thank God but it's like a growth on the outside of the brain between the membrane that separates the brain from the skull or something. i don't know all the technical terms. the doctor said it's a relatively simple procedure and he would only be in surgery a couple hours and would only have to stay overnight. if you're reading this please keep my dad in your prayers. i was scared when i first heard about it, i still am but i feel better about it know knowing that he has a really good doctor and what a simple procedure it is. i mean it's still brain surgery but i'm just trying to trust God everything will work out. i know that sounds cliche but that's all you really can do. i'm just glad it's not cancer...

Prince

2007-02-28T22:05:00.000-08:00

Ok I admit it, I have this album cover hanging on my wall and I dance around my apartment listing to the record. I can't help it, I love Prince! There, I said it. I've always loved his music. I don't care how weird or ridiculous he is in his life decisions or hair decisions, (the Aunt Jemima headwrap was an interesting choice for the Superbowl) but he is still a phenomenal musician no matter what in my opinion. And who could resist that manly chest hair with those fluffy locks circa 1980! hehe...I digress, I also thought his Superbowl performance was one of the best in years. Although I realized how phallic his personal symbol was during that performance, surprising I know, you don't need to have taken a symbols class to pick up on that one though. I think the shadow of him playing the very strategically placed purple guitar behind the big curtain backdrop thing really pointed that out. no pun intended.

uhhhh

2007-02-17T11:18:00.000-08:00

what is going on?

we got us a Dairy Queen!

2007-02-13T15:57:00.000-08:00

i have a love/hate relationship with computers. i love to spend endless hours wasting time on them but i hate it when they screw up and i realize how dependent on them i am. there is a reason for my sudden bout of complaining of these technological blessings/curses. the refurbished ibm thinkpad i got for graduate school has decided to hit the dust, er, i mean bite the dust. i can't ever get those little sayings right. anywho, the screen started doing some funky stuff a few weeks ago but now when i turn it on its completely blank. a friend of mine who can ususally fix anything that come up wrong with my computer said he couldn't even fix it and it would cost me more to just get it fixed so i should just get a new one. oh well, good think i have some financial aid saved up.

in some good new however, we got free ice cream at the new dairy queen!! so friday night was supposed to be the official reopening of the only dairy queen in town. when i first moved here i pulled into the parking lot only to find that it was closed down. so i have been living here with no dairy queen for almost 2 years! i came from a land where the DQ was at almost ever exit (another reason i love Georgia). so back to friday night, we drive up and there is nobody there except two guys loading trash into a dumpster in the back as we drive around in despair. i roll my window down and they immediately know why we're there of course. he said they were supposed to open that night but they didn't have enough employees so they'd have to wait until wednesday. ( guess where i'm going to celebrate the most depressing holiday of the year!)i gave him the best pouty face i could muster and he actually bought it! his exact words were "if you keep making that face i might have to actually give you some free ice cream" and he did! he gave me and 2 other people in the car with me free soft serve with chocolate syrup! as if i didn't love DQ enough they go and give me free ice cream. i dont' think i need to say anymore. i may have to write a song about it though, let's see maybe something like,

Dairy Queen Dairy Queen
Your have the best ice cream in town
Dairy Queen Dairy Queen
I'm so glad you're back around

I was so sad when you're doors were shut
I thought there would be no ice cream...but
One of your dutiful servants shared some soft serve and a smile
And now you're back in business and we hope it's for a while

repeat the first stanza...

if anyone would like to add to this feel free, maybe it could be their next jingle. i dont' usually advocate commercialism but i think it's warranted here. DQ deserves it. anybody that gives me free ice cream will get a silly song from me.

get back to where you once belonged

2007-02-07T18:35:00.000-08:00

there's something wrong here, Black Rebel Motorcylce Club is opening for the Killers on their UK tour. dont' get me wrong i like those mormon boys the killers as much as any red blooded american girl (kinda like the modern day osmonds if you will) and who doesn't love an osmond....but like any red blooded american girl ( in my ideal world) i know that the order of who's opening for who should be reversed. hopefully when (and if) BRMC reaches us red blooded american girls they will have learned the error of their ways and attain the upper hand of the touring duo band hierarchy where they belong. or maybe drop the osmonds, er, killers, all together. don't get me wrong, osmond comparisons aside, the killers are a good band, that first album is a pretty much perfect neo new wave rocker, but brmc take rockin to a new level with their rockabilly swagger and greaser tude which hits ya right to the core. so brmc if you're reading this please listen to a red blooded american girl quoting some british blokes and "get back to where you once belonged." and i'm interpreting that quote in the best way possible guys...

The Lemonheads

2007-02-03T23:20:00.000-08:00

i almost decided not to go see the Lemonheads tonight because i was feeling kind of bad from a cold i can feel coming on but i went anyway. I couldn't pass up seeing one of my quintessential favorite bands of the 90s. the opener, Vietnam, was really good too. they reminded me of an older Devandra Banhart. They all had the really long hair and beards going on, just not as young and devestatingly handsome as Devandra..... it was so weird seeing Evan Dando in person for the first time. I've always loved the Lemonheads. They are the ultimate feel good but slightly dark at the same time band. And Evan Dando was and is so dreamy. i hate to use such teenybopper terms but he really is. like a modern day shaun cassidy but better. in a lot of ways but that's obvious. he seemed exactly like i would expect him to be. self effacing and slightly insecure on stage. some idiot yelled out to him to "play something we know" and he had been playing nothing but stuff off his first 2 albums up to that point. Evan got kind of put out and stopped playing all together and kept asking the crowd who said that. he was also having a lot of techinical difficulties. he switched guitars about 3 times in one song i kid you not. it was amusing though to watch him so out of sorts in the beginning. it was so fun to hear all those songs again. i felt like i was a sophomore in high school again. at the encore they only played 2 more songs which one of was "It's a shame about Ray" which really made my night. but the drummer broke his snare so they had to quit. the drummer was an interesting addition to his new lineup. he looked like ray charles. with the sunglasses and everything.h it was an interesting mix to see on stage. the other guitarist had a sparkly barrett in his hair. after the show i went out by the bus like i usually do. i just wanted to shake his hand and thank him for coming to tallahassee of all places. i was so surprised to see that the place wasn't packed. i mean the Lemonheads are like a legendary band. oh well, i liked that it was really laid back. it's always more fun when you don't have to feel like a sardine trying to get a glimpse of the band. anywho, oh right, the bus, well i got to tell him good show and i asked him if it would be too lame if i asked him to get a picture with me. i dont' know, there's just something about Evan Dando that just doesn't scream hey, take a picture with me. but i asked anyway, when i asked him if it would be too lame he said kind of but but asked me to take it really fast. of course the flash didn't come on and he said yea that always happens with those things. i agreed and he said, "well, let's just be friends them" and he shook my hand. i kind of wished i didnt' ask him to get a picture because it kind of ruined the moment, not that it was a real moment to him, but oh well, he was really nice. there was some other guy waiting for him to sing a shirt from like 95 that was really stained and been through the ringer. it was of some band called something snakes, i can't remember. he said that he saw Evan on his solo tour a few years back and wanted him to sign it then. i didn't really understand why he wanted him to sign a shirt of another band. but Evan remembered him and even let him on the bus. i thought that was really cool of him.....

something about what happens when we talk

2007-01-28T09:15:00.000-08:00

so last night was my first time singing in public in about 8 years. and i had a blast! i'm definitely hooked now. i was really nervous the first time i sang but he asked me to sing the song again later on in the night. i did some back up vocals for "sunday morning coming down" too. and it definitely helped to have my friends there to support me. if you guys are reading this i really appreciate it. i have to say it helped a lot having nathan there for backup. i think it would have been a lot harder getting up there all by myself cold turkey. now i just need to learn some more guitar so i can actually play and sing. i think i'm going to stick with lucinda songs for now. i just love her stuff. i wish i could write songs like that but i'll do the next best thing and sing hers. here's the lyrics to what i sang last night, "Something About What Happens"

If I had my way  I'd be in your town
                                      
I might not stay but at least I would've been  around
               
Cause there's    something about what happens when we talk

Something about what happens when we talk

Does this make sense It doesn't matter anyway
    
Is it coincidence  or was it meant to be
               
Cause there's    something about what happens when we talk

Something about what happens when we talk
     
Conversation with you was like a drug
          
It wasn't your face so much as it was your words
                 
Cause there's    something about what happens when we talk

Something about what happens when we talk

SOLO


Well I can't stay round cause I'm going back south
     
But all I regret now is I never kissed your mouth
               
Cause there's    something about what happens when we talk

Something about what happens when we talk
               
Cause there's    something about what happens when we talk

Something about what happens when we talk

record time

2007-01-24T19:40:00.000-08:00

i am so happy because i'm sitting here watching the australian open and i finally got my old RCA record player i got for my 18th birthday to work! i brought the sucker all the way here from home because i couldn't stand having all my records here and just my little portable player to play them on. don't get me wrong, that little thing has pretty good sound for its size, but i missed hearing my vinyl in full stereo sound. i didn't initially bring it because you have to hook it up to another stereo so that means i had to bring my old stereo up here too which takes up a lot of space and is kind of a pain to travel with all the way up here but i think it was worth it as i sit here listening to Bob's smooth voice on Nashville Skyline. I've missed hearing that voice on vinyl. there's nothing like it....i would have gotten to hear that sound a lot sooner if the needle on my record player weren't nonexistent. i finally got my speakers hooked up which took me a lot longer than it should have and i put the needle with much anticipation to listen to modern times and it sounded like driving on a gravel road. so i had to go get a new needle. i ended up having to take the whole player to radio shack where it originally came from. i ended up having to order a new needle because they didnt' have them in the stores anymore. luckily the shipment didn't take that long but the needle cost me 20 bucks. that is correct. that is a lot of money for a small piece of plastic but the listening enjoyment that piece of plastic provides is worth the the money.

it's kind of funny to listen to bob while watching tennis though. interesting mix. oh well, they go together in my world.

i won!

2007-01-22T16:20:00.000-08:00

i was kindly told by a friend that i need to blog again so here i am. blogging blogging blogging blogging. its a funny word to say over and over, kind of like flogging. um yea, this is why i don't post very often. unintelligible ramblings due to the mush of a brain i have now due to graduate school. thats my excuse anyway...here's a few highlights of happenings in the past few weeks:

i drove by a nonhomeless guy changing his pants by his truck in the publix parking lot. he saw me looking and just started to laugh. so did i.

and i started my last real semester as a grad student at florida state university. sounds heavy huh. well it looks like this semester won't be as heavy as the last. i was so surprised to see that i actually got all A's. no A-'s either. go me. thats the first semester here i've gotten that good of grades as far as i can remember. so yes i guess i'm bragging.

i also started playing tennis with the "tennis club" on campus. i was the only girl there and the guys were surprised i could actually play tennis. i like the feeling of kicking guys butts on the court. it just give me a warm and fuzzy feeling inside.

i went to this seminar on saturday because i got this postcard in the mail from "university systems" saying i won something. i usually throw stuff like that away but the gullible side of me told me to give it a shot. so i called the number and the lady said i won one of the following which included an ipod. i really really want an ipod. all i had to do was go to this meeting for 45 minutes and listen to some guy talk and then i would win something. so i went. they guy who was giving the 'talk" was from indianapilos and he played college soccer in 95. he was really proud of that because he repeated it to everyone who walked in the door. there were only like 6 people there but it still got really old after the first time. he also liked to cuss a lot. not that i have a problem with that but his cussing was really anoying for some reason. i think it was the fact that he was just annoying over all. he was the epidomy of a midwestern irish frat boy. he looked like that actor who played "Capote" i can't remember his name. he wasn't near as cool though. anywho long story short i didn't win the ipod. i won a 2 nights stay at a holiday inn anywhere within the select cities on this list. i guess it was worth the sitting through capote lookalike talk about this company that will get you all this free stuff and cheap trips if you pay 2 thousand bucks up front. yea nobody signed up for that one. i don't understand why this company thinks college kids have the money for such things.

i'm really excited that i might sing a lucinda williams song this saturday night with my friends nathan and brock. they play every saturday at Gill's Tavern. it's a quaint little Irishesque pub. i hope i just don't forget the words. the last time i sang in front of a crowd of people was high school. and i brought the words on stage with me then. it was also a lucinda song but this time it's a different song and hopefully i wont need the lyrics. we'll see.

i'm bringing sexy back

2006-12-11T08:52:00.000-08:00

something to ponder, do you need a receipt to bring sexy back?

ps. can you find the coffee stain? it think it adds a nice bronzed glow to my cheeks.

Nawlins in a nutshell, preferrably praline

2006-11-20T19:38:00.000-08:00

i got back from our art therapy conference in new orleans yesterday night. we started out driving wednesday in about the worst weather i've ever had to drive in. there were tornado warnings that day along the florida panhandle, exactly where we would be driving through, and as the wind was swaying my car like a ragdoll on the highway i seriously thought we would be swept away into a big funnel cloud in the sky. i stopped on the side of the road for a few minutes because it was so bad i couldn't see. after a few minutes the rain let up slightly so i decided to drive to the next exit and sit in a waffle house parking lot while lightning was striking all around us followed by loud roars echoing into my frightened ears. everybody in the car pointed out that i would duck every time a huge lightning bolt would strike. i really couldn't help myself, it was an instinctual reaction. i'm scared of lightning. i think it's beautiful in pictures but not when it's close to me. the lightning and wind with the streams of water leaking into my car from my window was not a good mix. i used to be deathly afraid of tornadoes as a child because we almost got caught in a tornado on the road. i remember seeing trees faling into the road and those memories were all coming back to me on this trip. thankfully all the rain and lightning subsided enough to where we could get back on the road and head to the crecent city. after all that natural calamity we went through, we saw the most beautiful sunset and rainbow. sara has pictures, my batteries in mine were dead of course plus i was driving so i'll have to wait for her to send me the pictures but the sky looked like nothing i had ever seen. it was so surreal. that's the only way i can explain. plus there was a rainbow that went from one part of the horizon to the next. it literally covered the whole sky. we sounded so sappy oooing and ahhhing over the clouds. every five seconds it was "oh, look over there, wow, how pretty!" it really was breathtaking though. all of this while listening to bjork. she was the soundtrack of our trip. i forgot all my cd's and pui was the only one who brought anything so bjork it was. i have to say she was a very fitting accompanyment to our trip.

once we got to nola, we were treated by getting to say in the illustrious Astor hotel thanks to rachel! her family owns a few hotels in new orleans and her uncle let us stay the whole weekend for free. and this is a very fancy hotel. we're talking 5 star. and it was walking distance to the conference so another plus. it was hard having a conference in new orleans though because who wants to be inside a building listening to presentations when there's, well, new orleans outside. i took the whole afternoon friday off to go take pictures. i got my palms involuntariyly read by a street artist i was taking a picture of. he was from spain and his name was giovanni i think. he asked me if i thought about running for president of the united states. from the little i could understand of him anyway. (not to self, just take picture and keep on walking next time.) i usually talk to the people i photograph on the street because it's fun to meet new people that way and they're usually interesting and nice and it also helps them feel more comfortable with me taking their picture. anyway, this guy got a little too comfortable and kept trying to hold my hands and his did not look very clean. finally he got distracted and i bolted. so yea, i was a little creeped out. you never can be too careful in new orleans.

saturday night, the last night of the conference was a blast. they had this pseudo mardi gras ball at the hilton with this middle aged white band called appropriately "Orleans" i thought it was funny that out of all the great authentic blues musicians in that city they got this bad cajun wanna be cover band. although i still danced my ass off. i mean the whole dance floor was covered with art therapists shaking their booty to whitney houston and old motown songs. i though imight as well join in, why not, any excuse to dance. i even started a conga line! it was so fun to just let loose after all the stress with school and everything. i think that's the most exercise i've gotten all semester and it felt great. i must have danced almost nonstop for at least 2 or 3 hours. i got a fisheye camera at urban outfitters and i used it at the dance party and i can't wait to see how they turned out! i'll try and post some on here when i get them back.

oh and i did go to some good presentations too. heheh. like i said new orleans is not the best place to have a conference, there's just too much distraction, but i did learn some new things about trauma. a lot of the presentations had to do with katrina and the positive affect art therapy has had on some of the children who survived it. rachel, kara, pui and I want to do our final project doing art therapy with kids who survived katrina around the new orleans area next summer. we made a lot of good contacts from art therapists who have been working with children already so i felt good about that. we're going to try and do a documentary about the art therapy process with the kids and maybe have them make their own documentary about their lives after katrina. i want to take photographs of the process as well. i'm really excited about the project. it's still in its early stages but after going to the conference and getting more contacts and seeing what others have been doing it really motivated me even more to want to work with these children.

well i'm heading up to dahlonega tomorrow for thanksgiving. i hope there's still some fall leaves still left on the trees. and i can't wait to listen to the cd's i got at tower at their clearance sale over the weekend. i'm so sad their going out of business:(

2006-11-09T22:13:00.000-08:00

singing on the beach

please watch, you are guaranteed to laugh, probably until it hurts.

Bob likes his cowbell!

2006-11-02T22:04:00.000-08:00

Bob never ceases to amaze me. Just when i thought he couldn't be any cooler he proves me wrong. He has this theme time radio hour on xm radio every week and theme this week was "Dance." Well he mentioned a song that featured a cowbell and he gave a shout out to my fav snl sketch. Bob says,

“This next song features the cowbell, an instrument you’ll hear on many fine records,
including Mountain’s ‘Mississippi Queen.’
As Christopher Walken knows, you can’t have enough cowbell:
Walken: 'I’m telling you, fellas, you’re gonna want that cowbell.
I’ve got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell.'"

my favorite musician appreciates my favorite comedian. and all is right with the world.

Cash on the prairie

2006-11-01T20:59:00.000-08:00

I was passing by one of my residents sleeping by the tv at my internship today and Little House on the Prarie was on and I happened to notice that Johnny Cash was playing a preacher. I hadn't seen the show in a really long time and I used to watch it all the time as a kid but I didn't know enough about the man to recognize who it was back then I guess. But it was a nice little surprise, it was right before it went to commercial but from what i saw he was consoling a little girl who's pet or something just died. It just reminded me how cool that man is, I mean who else in the rock world could pull off playing a preacher on Little House on the Prarie and still give the finger to the country music industry and rock your socks off at the same time. He just didn't care what anybody thought and that to me is priceless. I mean yeah, he fits right in on the prarie, but he stayed true to himself no matter what. I mean can you see any other rock legend getting away with hanging out with Laura Ingles and people still respect them? Mick Jagger, I think not.

FLAMINGO FUN!

2006-10-30T07:49:00.000-08:00

SAVE THE FLAMINGOS!!

2006-10-28T16:29:00.000-07:00

i can't believe it, my beloved pink flamingos may be on the verge of extinction! please read!

give grizzly a hug

2006-10-25T21:10:00.000-07:00

Bob Dylan - Meeting Fans - 1986

ohmigod bob is talking to kids about heavy metal, especially my brother's favorite, RATT and flirting with 80s chicks with big hair!!! you gotta see this for yourself!

ps. youtube is the best thing ever!

stuck inside of tallahassee with the mountain blues again

2006-10-21T10:32:00.000-07:00

i'm so jealous of my family right now. they all get to go see the beautiful changing leaves in tennessee in a cozy cabin for a couple weeks while i'm stuck here doing homework. ugh, me not happy about that. damn you school and you're deadlines! no time for a fall getaway. and i really miss seeing the beautifl fall colors. but no such scenery here. just the cinderblock walls of my apartment and the rundown tallahassee city landscape. and there's a game today so i'm really trapped here. don't even try leaving your place if you live anywhere in the vacinity of the stadium on a game day. believe me i've tried, its no fun. so here i am stuck in apartment trying to get motivated to do homework while i know the rest of my family is having a blast in the mountains without me.

yay for pity parties!

dust collecting

2006-10-17T20:04:00.000-07:00

"I just want to be one true thing that don't fade" BRMC

Check out Molly's blog for more musical inspiration from Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. her link is on my page, molly rocks. by the way, i gotta learn how to post music on here too among a lot of other things like make it not look so boring. i just haven't had time to devote to things like a blog. oh well, besides complaining i've been doing ok i guess. i went to the laundromat this weekend to wash some long overdue dirty clothes. you know you need to do laundry when you start turning your dirty socks inside out. i'm not used to going to laundromats, this is the first place i've lived that didn't have laundry facilities. i don't really mind though, they're kind of fun, especially when they're next to a record store.

there's one next door called vinyl fever so i went to check on the records and make sure they weren't collecting dust. i got a free kasabian 7 inch single for telling the guy that worked there a joke. you were supposed to buy the cd to get the vinyl single but he was feeling nice i guess cause my joke sucked. i used the one uma thurman uses on pulp fiction about the tomatoes. i made this really long rendition of it that really made no sense. the original joke goes, "what did the papa tomato say to the baby tomatoes as they were crossing the street.....KATCHUP!" i was kind of nervous so my version was something like,
"um, ok, there was this family of tomatoes, and they were crossing the street, wait, oh the mama and papa tomatoe go across the street first, and um, i think they say something to the baby tomatoes, (nervous laughter dispersed intermitently throught) and he says, damn it, i forgot, oh wait i remember, he's waiting for them to cross and he says katchup!

he said i needed to work on the punchline but he gave me the record anyway. i think i deserved it after making such a fool out of myself. oh well, we all got a laugh and i got a free record. i think it was worth it.

time wasted, wasted time...it's already gone with the last rhyme

2006-09-25T21:07:00.000-07:00

the cliche of time keeps going over in my mind
back and forth, over and done
only to begin again to replay itself
waiting for another day, another situation
to lock a memory inside my endless creation
of things remade, redone and removed
there's nothing new on this train
just old friends trying to be renewed
they're making their way to find me there
waiting for their arrival, i just sit there and stare
replaying the times of times when i was aware

dream of the road

2006-09-19T13:55:00.000-07:00

i wrote a poem for a project for one of my symbols classes that had to do with telling a story about ourselves. the best story i could think of was a culmination of the adventures molly and i have had on the road these last couple of summers following bob around. i have written about some of these adventures in my blog but i think this poem is what i have been trying to say with all those long drawn out renditions of each and every event that took place. hopefully this will give a greater picture of the overall feeling of what these adventures were like for us. here goes...

What cd do you want to play?
Smiling faces ask each other behind the wheel on a hot southern day.
I wonder if we'll see the bus on the way?
Hopeful hearts looking out the window singing along to the song of redemption
Not knowing their fate or if they'll even get in.
Hoping not to run into any deadends.
Do you know where we are? Were we supposed to go this far? Are the directions even in the car?
Lost on the road with a big show to see, trying to find our way don't come that easy.
But we always seem to make it to that big open stage,
And even meet some nice folks along the way.
We soon learn that security guards are our friends and the value of free tickets that a roadie sends.
Getting backstage with nothing but our charm, as if our innocent eyes pleading, "Sir, we mean no harm."
Just to get a glimpse of the one we came to see,
And maybe tell him thank you for all this possibility.
Giving nothing more than a hand and a smile
We get to see another world for a little while.
A little serendipity and luck sure took us a l ong way
But the adventure we had were more than we could ever repay.

The dream of the road
It always starts out with no where to go
Sometimes fast and sometimes slow
The feel of my foot on the pedal is all i really want to know.
Fast food and dirty hotel rooms
Sometimes the joy of rambling is over way too soon.

what it is

2006-09-14T19:28:00.000-07:00

my head is being twisted and wrung with by our infamous fathers of psychology, freud and jung, oh and my personal favorite, that french guy jean piaget. i can barely wrap my head around that one. i think i finally get the difference between jung and freud but the challenging thing is how to actually apply this knowledge to art therapy. i usually don't like to talk about school in my blogs but the subject of symbolism is something that has been shoved down our throats these past few weeks and i can't seem to get away from it. hmm, what is a personal symbol? universal symbol? archetype? collective unconscious? ahhhhhhhhhh....its' taken about 3 weeks for us to answer these questions and in some ways it still isn't clear. you think you know it but then you wonder because the answer you're looking for is coming from place of thought where everything is open to interpretationand so you can keep going around in circles. all i really want to know is......WHERE IS MY AIRSTREAM!!! all i know is that is my personal symbol of freedom. anyway, but i think what i'm "supposed" to be learning is starting to integrate itself in my brain. "integrate" haha a jungian slip. i'm starting to get them both. and we have two whole classes devoted to this subject. go figure.

today during class i did feel proud of myself because i remembered an answer from a question that our professor asked us that was from a class from a year ago that nobody else could remember. sublimation for 500 alex! anyway, i felt like i was on a roll today. i usually don't speak up much but today for some reason i felt like i was on jeaopardy. heheh, i know thats probably not that big a deal for some people but for me simple things like that really make me feel good. but just as i was basking in my triumph a bunch of change just fell out of my pocket onto the floor. i just got these new black pants for work and i guess the pockets are really shallow. i just crossed my legs and you hear the cling clang of change hit the floor and everybody just busted out laughing. my professor didn't seem too amused though. i couldn't help but laugh too.

and....I LOVE MY APARTMENT! it'll do for now until i get my airstream.

THE MAN COMES AROUND

2006-09-09T16:38:00.000-07:00

this song was played at my grandpa, Keith Morey's, funeral last week. i don't really know how to write about one's passing so i won't. I would like to write about his life though, eventually, in a book or memoir of some sort. i'm still in the early brainstorming period. he just has so many outrageous and interesting experiences of anyone. he was one of the most amazing people i ever knew, and a lot of other people would agree. I just know, as my mom would say, "there's a big 6ft7 hole in the world now."

THE MAN COMES AROUND

There's a man going around taking names and he decides
Who to free and who to blame every body won't be treated
Quite the same there will be a golden ladder reaching down
When the man comes around

The hairs on your arm will stand up at the terror in each
Sip and each sup will you partake of that last offered cup
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the man comes around

CHORUS

Then the father hen will call his chicken's home
The wise man will bow down before the thorn and at his feet
They will cast the golden crowns
When the man comes around

Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the man comes around

CHORUS

Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
Its alpha and omegas kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the man comes around

There's a man going round taking names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reachin down
When the man comes around

room at the top

2006-07-30T19:54:00.000-07:00

i got a room at the top of the world tonight
i got a room at the top of the world tonight and i ain't coming down....

that song has been running in my head since last night when i read an article about tom petty and his new album. he mentioned that when he played a show with the black crows kate hudson asked him to play "room at the top' and he said it would be a cold day in hell before he played that song live. he didn't tell her that but thats what he said he was thinking. he said the song was too painful to play live. he said that he doesn't even remember writing most of the songs on that album because he was going through so much emotional pain in his life at that time. it got me to thinking how often people won't play certain songs because they hurt too much....but those are the ones i usually end up liking the most. "room at the top" is such a sweet melancholic yet resigned kind of song. i guess i just really like songs that make you feel something. i know thats very simplistic and generalizing but its so hard to put into my own words what so many people have already done in their songs . they speak for themselves. its like the cliche that when you're in the most misery the most beautiful art can be made. bob dylan said that he couldn't understand how anybody could say that they enjoy blood on the tracks because it was full of so much pain. but thats my favorite album. i guess its so stripped down and raw that you can't help but relate to it. it hits you on like an instinctual level that you can't deny because its so real. i don't know, i'm really rambling and trying to make sense of whats in my head but i think what i really like is the fact that bob can put into words what most of us wish we could. but thats one reason why i appreciate him so much. he's already said what i wish i could say sometimes.

anyway, on a lighter note, its funny how my roomate decided to rearrange our house a week before we're supposed to move. i actually really like the new arrangement in the living room. in the middle of taking down all her stuff from the walls she surprised me by hanging up all my pictures from my senior show that were just sitting there stacked up against each other against the wall collecting dust since may when i finally got them from the bed and breakfast. there was always so much other stuff on the walls that was already there before i moved in so i didn't have room to hang them up. its nice to see them on the walls even if its just for another 5 days. oh well, i guess i can hang them up in my new place just as well. my own place.....oh i can't wait i can't wait i can't i can't wait!

20

2006-07-28T17:05:00.000-07:00

yay i finished two papers in two days and now i'm about to go play doubles with our new Indian friends from salsa nite. Should be fun. i only have one more week of school left and i also have to move out all of my stuff in that time. wish me luck. but i'm going to see bob on the 17th in augusta georgia! this will mark my 20th time to see him live. wow, i surpised myself with that one. i just realized i never finished our adventures from the last tour. i'm really bad about starting a story and not finishing it. i think i get overwhelmed and need to include every little detail so i give up. but i'm turning a new leaf, no more unfinished bandaid stories.

we slept in parking lots...

2006-07-27T10:35:00.000-07:00

its always fun to fake people out in the campus parking lots. parking at fsu really sucks so people will be waiting in their cars in the parking garages for people walking to their cars so they can take their spots. my problem is that i can never remember where i parked so i could be walking around the lot for a really long time trying to find my car while this random car will be following me around the parking lot so they can take my spot. i kind of feel bad at first because they have to follow me on the wild goose chase to find my car but then it becomes comical watching their face as i take them all over the parking garage. they usually find another one before i actually find my car. today this guy was waiting right by the entryway into the gargage for people about to leave and he followed me for like 10 minutes in reverse the whole time. now thats perseverance. parking spots are a very special commodity around these parts.

rusted pipes

2006-07-23T21:09:00.000-07:00

i was thinking about something somebody said to me a couple weeks back. i was waiting on my car to get new tires at walmart and i went to the walmart mcdonald's, yes it has a mcdonalds inside it. in case one biggest corporation in america in one building wasn't enough, we have to combine them. and i love it! bring on the fries and $5 dvd's! what could be a better combo than that. yes if you couldn't tell i have mixed feeling about this merger. so anyways, Some guy standing next to me as i'm suggaring up my coffee points to it and says "that that stuff will rust your pipes" i was about to yell after him that it was decaf but he jetted outta there faster than um something really fast. or maybe he was talking about the sugar, who knows. he didn't stick around long enough for me to find out. maybe he though by leaving so abruptly after offering such a statement to a stranger would have more impact. i guess he thought he did his good deed for the day warning me about the evil that is coffee. it made me laugh though, i kinda wish more people would say random things like that to me while i'm making my coffee. i could have like a designated coffee comment maker.

i went salsa dancing for the first time last night. i have to say it very fun. it was nice having guys come up to you asking you to dance in a nonbooty dance way. the place was a nice departure from the usual skanky club which is all i thought that tallahassee has to offer, but this place, atlantis, wasn't filled with smoke and i felt pretty comfortable there. i didn't have to shout to talk to people either which was nice. we showed up around 9:30 and we thought we were too late for the salsa lesson but we didn't miss much. althoug i think the actual dance we learned that night was something other than salsa, i don't remember the name of it. anyway i thought i had it down pat. i thought all those dance lessons at 5 really paid off. sort of. the first guy i danced with was realy nice and patient. dancing by myself is one thing but with a partner is a whole different story. i'm not good at following a lead. its so much harder to coordiante with someone else when you're barely cooridinated by yourself. i could tell this kyle guy was getting a little annoyed with me but he kept smiling despite my inability to coordinate. i was surprised though, he asked me to dance again that night. i also danced with someone who had no skills whatsoever and that was fun. there were four of us that went and exactly four guys came up to us after the lesson which just happened to match our group of four and decided to buy us all drinks. they say they all knew each other but i really wonder if they all just huddled together before coming up to us and decided that they would all pretend they knew each other so they could match us in numbers. they were all nice enough, one of them ended up being the brother of one of the girls in the art therapy program! weird. 2 of them were from india and want to play doubles with me and amity now since we told them we play tennis. they said they like to play just about every sport here because they didn't get to play sports much in india.A.J said that it would cost like $25 just to play tennis there. ouch. the other guy vince was really really really drunk but tried to hide it by trying to act like he was sincerely interested about why i went into art therapy....as we were leaving and in the middle of getting one of our new friends to take our picture, this really short peruvian guy came right up to us while we were posing asking us to dance. we told him nicely we were in the middle of a picture but that did not stop him. he kept tapping on amity and mindy's arm asking them to dance and finally one of the guys, vince, taking our picture told him to come stand by him and he started pretending like he was dancing with him. the peruvian guy was so drunk that he went along with it and they were dancing together while vince was taking our pictures with 3 different cameras. he could juggle pretty good. it was one of the funniest things i have ever seen. he got in a picture with us too which i would post but i still have to figure out how to do that on here.

now i think i'm going to go start reading my new book i got on sale at borders, yes borders molly! not that you're that excited about working there but i found a copy of johnny cash's autobiography for like $7! i was and am still psyched about that.

collectively chaotic

2006-07-12T20:31:00.000-07:00

today was my last day with the jeep. so sad. tomorrow i must turn it in for my red saturn. *sigh* all good things must come to an end. i feel sort of like a traitor to my saturn, like i've been cheating. but once you go jeep liberty, you don't wanna go back.

i wrote a silly poem in my art materials class about this found object sculpture we did. i don't have a title for it yet but here goes,

Something thrown away,
made it here today.
i don't know what to say
there's life and some decay
trying to make assemblance
of objects long forgotten
spanish moss and dental floss
and a pile of junk gone rotten
a pine cone here and a rusted pipe there,
put them both together, my what a lovely pair.
there's meaning in this madness
a kind of collective chaotic sadness
man and nature, nature and man
trying to bridge the gap the way that only art can..

global warming

2006-07-06T21:25:00.000-07:00

instead of finishing a paper of which i have a total of one page written, that is due tomorrow morning at 8;30, i'm watching will ferrel videos i got from a friend of mine on facebook. i hope you enjoy, procrastinating or not...

i'm on spanish tv!

2006-06-29T15:48:00.000-07:00

my friend Jan in Madrid just told me that he saw me and Molly on spanish tv! he said there was an advertisement for the documentary we're in, How Many Roads. it was in a documentary film festival there that I didn't even know about. i have no idea if it won anything. but that just made my day. i'm on spanish tv! yippeeeee!

i'm also excited about our roadtrip to north georgia tomorrow in the jeep liberty. i'm really getting attached to that thing. i love my saturn but there's something about the jeep. i think its that i'm above all the other cars and i can look down on everyone, unless i'm around a bunch of other suv's.

turquoise countertops

2006-06-28T10:43:00.000-07:00

i just heard the longest loudest roll of thunder ever. its been pouring outside the last 2 days and my attempts to get out and play some tennis have been squelched, no pun inteneded. but i did get a sweet jeep liberty to drive until my car gets fixed. yay! i've never driven a jeep before and i love it! i wish i could keep it. but i think the wreck could not have been timed better because i get to take the jeep on a roadtrip to north georgia this weekend. we get a whole week off for the 4th! i only have 1 class right now and it only meets 2 days a week so one class off means one week off! works for me....

last night i was supposed to play tennis with amity but it rained so she invited kara, rachel and me to have dinner at her house. she has the coolest back porch and we ate to candlelight. she even has a hammock chair, which i had never really seen one before but i tell ya they're fun. like an adult swing if you will. the dinner was yummy too, spaghetti and garlic bread with cheesecake for dessert. i love eating outside, when its not hot, under some kind of covering with no bugs around. so not very often i guess....anyway, it was a nice evening, we talked about the neurotic people in our lives and why they act the way they do. get a bunch of pseudo therapists together and thats what the conversation will inevitably consist of.

now i'm staring at my room trying to decide what i should give away and what i should keep before i move. only one more month! and i will have my very own apartment! with turquoise countertops! i have to say that that is one of the main reasons i picked these the new apartment. and its close to campus and they're cheap, but the turqupose countertops are what really sold me.

she was a fast machine

2006-06-25T19:08:00.000-07:00

its been a rough week kids. i ran out of gas and got in a wreck and my plumbing decided to go crazy on me. i flushed the toilet the other day and right afterwards crap started to come out of the drain in my bathtub. and my toilet was overflowing at the same time. as the plumber left i was like, so who cleans this crap up, in so many words, and he just said, 'you do."

today an old lady rammed into me on her way to church because she claims she didn't see my bright red car. i didn't have a stop sign, the old lady did. so naturally i pay no attention to the car at the stop sign until it meets the back half of my side. luckily, there was no one sitting on that side and nobody got hurt. my knee just got a little scraped when it scraped against the dashboard with the impact but thats about it. she was such a cute old lady though, she pointed out how she was wearing red to match my car. the cops that showed up were women and the old lady, (i don't remember her name and i don't know what else to call her, she was a lady and she was old) said to me, "don't you wish there was a gentleman here." i just laughed. she also said she had just gotten a new car, which was a year old, after having driven the same one for 28 years. wow. she said she had just been practicing in a parking lot the other day too. which i didn't understand if she had been driving for 28 years. i think i was also half listening to her anyway, i was too busy reeling about what just happened and all she wanted to do was make small talk....the lady cop was really cool though, she was telling us all about her marriage to another cop and how she has to "leave it at the door" talking about her job when she comes home and how she won't talk about work there. it was kind of funny because our speaker from the family therapy workshop said the same thing pertaining to therapy like the day before. this had 2 intense days of friday and saturday from 8 in the morning until 5 of learning about family art therapy. it was interesting and fun at times but just very very long. sitting in a conference room all day gets old really fast.

but all in all, today turned out to be a good day. kara, rachel, amity, and i all decided that we still wanted to go to the beach anyway, why let a little fender bender get in our way. the beach was sooo nice, the water was so warm and it felt so good. i'm a sucker for waves and sand. especially after wrecks and cleaning crap out of my tub.

the bonnaroo

2006-06-19T23:52:00.000-07:00

i am posting in my new blog. how exciting. i always get butterflies in the beginning. this is the 3rd different blog host for me. hopefully things will stay cool between us and i won't have to break up with yet another. let's hope this time the relationship stands the test of time. wish us luck.

i am up at 3 in the morning and i have class tomorrow at 9am. the reason i am still up is because my roommate and the obnoxious college boys next door are over here running a muck. yeah, its good to be back in tally. at least i don't have to sleep in my car next to people who complain about how they might do better in school if they would stop free basing meth all the time. yeah, thats an actual quote from one of our neighbors at bonaroo, which i have decided to never go to again unless i get vip passes at least. yeah, it seems like it would be a blast, but unless you like hardly being able to see the stage and being around a bunch of poser hippies all day in the worst heat sleeping in your car while random people walk by watching you snooze, again in the sweltering heat then its not for you, trust me. i guess i'm not cut out for the bonaroo crowd. i like a more intimate setting where you can be close to the stage. i just decided that i don't like large music festivals. plus there was no way to ever get a chance to meet any of the bands because there's so much security and too many damn people. its a bit overwhelming. there was just so much stuff with all these different booths and all the bands i wanted to see playing at the same time at different stages. it was really frustrating. and our car was like a mile away from the stages so we had to walk forever just to get there to see whoever we wanted to see play. when there's so many people that you can't even see the stage i might as well go home and listen to the radio. all whining aside, which i did a lot of and still am, we got close enough to the stage to see Tom Petty so that he looked more like an ant than an ameoba. and a very stylish ant at that with a red shirt and black velvet jacket which he soon took off and replaced with a badass vest with a big cross in the back. but there were a couple big screens so the rest of us could see a little closer which was nice. MR. TOM PETTY ROCKED LIKE A HURRICANE. hehe, but really he did. he sounded amazing. he played almost all of my favorite songs and ended with a kickass version of American Girl. I LOVE THAT SONG. and to everyone's surprise STEVIE NICKS came out in the middle of the set and joined him for a couple songs and sang backup for "don't come around here no more".... he was so funny, he said to the crowd, "is everybody having fun at the bonaroo" it reminded me of when people say the walmart or something like that. it was kinda cute. yeah, he's definitely southern. but a hard rockin southerner. i almost spontaneously combusted when stevie nicks got on stage. i really went nuts. it was so surreal because i had never seen either of htem in concert and tom petty looked exactly like he does on tv. for some reason i thought he would look and act different in concert. differnt how i'm really not sure. he is the real rock n roll deal though. that was one of the best live shows i've ever seen. Tom Petty is way underrated i think. oh well, those crazy kids finally toned it down and decided to go to bed so i guess i will too. more on this adventure to come.