Friday, April 28, 2006

Bikes and God

Bikes and God, originally uploaded by YardSale.

dan is the coolest

Maybe you have to be a slo-local to fully appreciate this. There is this old guy with superduper jet black dyed hair that is always downtown with his "you are all going to hell in a handbasket cuz god is an angry god" and blah blah blah. And his sign is all caps with lots and lots of text.

I think I choose the bike dealie. ;) Two wheels to heaven, please. ;)

Monday, April 24, 2006

discarded gum in shadow of palm frond shaped like a heart

P to the M to the S to the fuck with my head

it was making my heart split open today.

totally one of those "all the world in a blade of grass" things. i could have cried at the beauty of a pine needle today. my heart felt like it was overfuckingbrimming. like it was plugged into a socket with too many volts (amps?).

i swear it wasn't the coffee.

it was kind of uncomfortable. but kind of cool at the same time.

, originally uploaded by aikitherese.

i really love this photo.

Only if

Only if, originally uploaded by cyrus (bryan campen).

yet another reason why i love flickr.

best thing ever

aka Oh mon, mon, mon, mon, you are: Leta sings Twinkle Twinkle Little Star (starting somewhere in the middle) (where, it is unknown).

Sunday, April 23, 2006

the problem with protests

There is a protest happening at the park right now. I know because I can hear them. Two people with a bull horn each chanting "What do we want?" and the crowd shouts back "muhm-ble pluh-flum!" "When do we want it?" duet the bullhorns. "NOW!" cries the crowd.

I wish I could hear more clearly what they are wanting.

But it's easy to guess isn't it? Peace perhaps? US out of Iraq? Probably. A little leg up for immigrants? Probably not, but you never know.

And here is the problem with peace rallies: they are preaching to the choir. People of like-mindedness say "yes yes! solidarity! yes!" and the people of unlike-mindedness say "shut the fuck up you stupid hippies."

Cuz rallies like these don't work anymore.

What do we want/when do we want it? Jeez louise people -- that's like saying rock-and-roll music is what was on the charts forty years ago. Why is it that the peace rallies have not evolved? Grown? They are so tired and done that there is no impact. None. They lack originality. And plus, people can't hear you (usually) through your words of righteous indignation. The ears just shut down.

Now, the Latinos, they are being smart. School walk out? Hot damn, (I'm serious) that is something. Not showing up for work? That is something. Showing solidarity for your illegally here but really hardworking bretheren? THAT IS SOMETHING.

But "what do we want? when do we want it?" Not so much.


pronoun used to protect the innocent.

him: i was out late last night.
me: really? what were you doing?
him: i was at the ___ trying to pick up on this pretty girl.
me: really? or were you just hanging out being her friend?
him: ouch.

- - -

hey, don't blame me for being harsh. this guy has a history of never asking anyone out.

big boxes vs local business

i would shop here every day for the sign alone.

Monday, April 17, 2006

Rest in natural great peace

This exhausted mind
Beaten helpless by karma and neurotic thought,
Like the relentless fury of the pounding waves
In the infinite ocean of samsara.

Rest in natural great peace.

Nyoshul Khen Rinpoche

Monday, April 10, 2006

sometimes the trite is right

My mom's cousin was in town this weekend from Pennsylvania. She's a 12-stepper and a therapist and can talk about recovery and addiction and fears and avoidance forever. (If you've read my blog, you know I love these topics). Anyhow, this weekend she shared this with me and now I share it with you. It might sound trite or pat or cliche, but I think it is true.

fuck everything and run


face everything and recover
What I've been thinking about lately is that what it is we do not face, do not express, do not come to terms with — these things will own us for the rest of our lives.

Or maybe that is just me. But I can easily see where I've chosen to run away, to avoid, to assume, to not question, to push away, to close my eyes — and these things have hurt me in the end. They have only served to make my life smaller. They've created road blocks and stumbling blocks and mumbling crocks. They've solidified into constricting scar tissue. Boogie men that I'd rather keep in the closet or under the bed.

But the problem is, you can cognitively know you need to get over it, move on, face it. But for whatever reason, your soul is still scared. You are still an unspoken chicken.

So what do you do?

I dunno. Just show up I guess. Just show up. Just be there. Just open up. Just hold out your arms like Christ on the cross and accept reality for what it is. And maybe then you can take the nails from your hands, get down off that stand and move on.

Saturday, April 08, 2006

rip van emdot

i just woke up from a nap that was so deep that i couldn't figure out how long i'd been sleeping. i looked at the clock. 5:45. and i thought for ten whole minutes that it was 5:45 AM and that i had slept all the way through saturday afternoon and night. it took logging into my flickr account to prove that it was still saturday and that i'd only slept for about three hours.

Friday, April 07, 2006

i'm sick (achoo achoo)

i'm sick (achoo achoo), originally uploaded by emdot.

i'm sick and totally whiny and i'm totally tired of hanging around myself

This cold has been creeping up on me for a couple of weeks. You know — when you are on the edge of getting sick and then you fight it off and it goes away but then a couple of days later you feel like you are on the edge of getting sick again?

Today I napped for hours and that was nice. And I wanted some OJ but never seemed to get my butt out of the house to get any. And I drank all my bottled water. And never seemed to get my butt out of the house to get more of that either.

I snapped at my mom twice without meaning to. (I'm sorry mom.). And my mom is exceptionally sweet on the mom scale and doesn't deserve a snappy daughter. I still feel bad about that.


Someone took the spare tire cover off of the back of my car. So weird. Why would they do that?


I burned my tongue and I chipped a back tooth (just a little but rough enough that I keep noticing it.).


Let's see, what else can I complain about in public? :)


I think I will boil some water for some tea and I have the classic movie of all classic movies to watch. Tom invited me over to watch Snatch, but I think I will curl up on my couch, tea in hand and watch the hey day of Hollywood instead.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006


And while I'm still pimping streams and things, DO NOT MISS Jamelah's thoughts on daylight saving time. Totally worth it. Click now.

» Jamelah's thoughts on daylight savings time

señor don gato

señor don gato, originally uploaded by 7-how-7.

And while I'm doing the flickr pimping thing....

Yet another reason why I love Flickr.

Señor don gato by the Super Mr. Sevens.


submarines, originally uploaded by Orrin.

Here's the Submarines, blogged below. I had to go back and find this photo from Orrin (new flickr contact). How great is this — her sweater and that wall? Great great photo. Everyone go and check out Orrin's photos. While you listen to the Submarines.

ann marie

ann marie, originally uploaded by emdot.

listen up

All day long I think of things I want to blog. Sometimes I'm smart enough to write them down. But somehow actually getting these things to my blog has been a little more challenging... new schedules mean new time slots for the things that used to come whenever I pleased.

Yesterday I spent a good part of the morning listening to KCRW's Morning Becomes Eclectic, which I used to blog about frequently back in the Dub-Ay days. Cool new offerings = two daily podcasts. So go go go now and either sign up for your daily earfest or make a note to check in on them daily.

NPR (KCRW's mothership?) is also in on the daily yum yum with a song of the day pick. While not a podcast and not downloadable, worth the trip and the visit. What I like about their songs is that they are not all new. Some of them require quite a reach back. And that's nice too. It's enough to make you go go go now and take a little listen.

This morning I got wind of a really cool mix for you to download: The Art of Whistling - DJ Papa. It's aweome and totally worth the time of the 72MB download. So go go go now and get your whistling earfest.

And finally, my friend Steve's friends have a new musical incarnation called The Submarines. Some of you have already gotten the link from me, but I'm here to pass it on to the lot of you. Great story behind them, too. Maybe it tells it on the site. Don't miss their Peace and Hate song which I love.

» KCRW: Daily Podcasts
» KCRW: Today's top tune
» NPR Song of the Day
» The Art of Whistling: DJ Papa
» The Submarines

Saturday, April 01, 2006

why didn't i read this earlier?

Since everything is but an apparition,
Perfect in being what it is,
Having nothing to do with good or bad,
Acceptance or rejection

You might as well burst out laughing!

Great morning to weird afternoon to hopefully fun party.