overheard
mar: that was funny.
ann: that part was funny. well, part of that part.
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Friday, April 29, 2005
Dance Church
Dance Church
from Philip
This Sunday...
...expect a highly percussive trance-induced journey that fuses funky, intricate rhythms into a source of telepathic musical expression, created in the Now time.
...expect musical conversations that are a discourse of patterns, melodies,
pumping bass and get up and shout beats coupled with tribal thunderstorms of percussion and run down the spine, lush, melodic nasty matrices of
sound.
We'll slowly build rhythmic tension, and then releases it with signature break-through explosions that seamlessly morph into ambient sound-scapes.
Bring a Friend...
DANCE CHURCH - free form, ecstatic, improvisational dance - candle lit space - live and recorded music varies weekly ranging from soul, funk, and electronica, to hip-hop, ambient and world groove fusion - "Dance As If No One Is Watching" Every Sunday (except holiday weekends) from 7pm to 9pm - Yoga Centre in SLO. 549-9642 $5 admission
I found the picture from one of my contact's streams. Check out isaidjon and check out the cool Just Rhythms photo set.
from Philip
This Sunday...
...expect a highly percussive trance-induced journey that fuses funky, intricate rhythms into a source of telepathic musical expression, created in the Now time.
...expect musical conversations that are a discourse of patterns, melodies,
pumping bass and get up and shout beats coupled with tribal thunderstorms of percussion and run down the spine, lush, melodic nasty matrices of
sound.
We'll slowly build rhythmic tension, and then releases it with signature break-through explosions that seamlessly morph into ambient sound-scapes.
Bring a Friend...
DANCE CHURCH - free form, ecstatic, improvisational dance - candle lit space - live and recorded music varies weekly ranging from soul, funk, and electronica, to hip-hop, ambient and world groove fusion - "Dance As If No One Is Watching" Every Sunday (except holiday weekends) from 7pm to 9pm - Yoga Centre in SLO. 549-9642 $5 admission
I found the picture from one of my contact's streams. Check out isaidjon and check out the cool Just Rhythms photo set.
Shadow
more from ottmar
If I was a Christian this would be a statement I would really want to get behind. But I'm not sure I would have understood the meaning if I had not been a Buddhist, first.
This is reaching, but I'll still put it out there. It's like this photo. To be the tree or the shadow of the tree. And how do you see the tree? The whole tree? Or just the top with a big fence in front? Or just a shadow of the tree?
I myself am not particularly interested in Buddhism or in being a Buddhist. I am interested in being Buddha. Zen Buddhism is just the path I have chosen to become Buddha - or recognize that I am Buddha already, as Zen would say. Likewise I feel that more people should become Christ rather than remain Christians. There is a fundamental difference. One lives the absolute truth - or as close as one can get, the other follows the relative truth, one lives the rules or precepts, the other follows the rules, one lives love and compassion - the other talks about it. (whole entry here).
If I was a Christian this would be a statement I would really want to get behind. But I'm not sure I would have understood the meaning if I had not been a Buddhist, first.
This is reaching, but I'll still put it out there. It's like this photo. To be the tree or the shadow of the tree. And how do you see the tree? The whole tree? Or just the top with a big fence in front? Or just a shadow of the tree?
Thursday, April 28, 2005
keep your arms and hands inside the blog
So, I've been a little snippy lately. I don't know what it is, but my mouth has seemed to have had a second helping of vicious. I've put on an invisible muzzle, but it seems to fall off now and again. The weirdest things are setting me off, like the loud-mouth lady in Linnaea's this morning who was BLAH BLAH BLAHING a poor German couple to death, using all kinds of definitive statements about what my town is like. Grrrrrr.
There is an old comic that used to be in the LA Weekly called The Angriest Dog in the World. The fang-baring pooch is always seen in the back yard straining hard against its chain. Grrring and Mrrring. Lately I've been that dog. So what's chaining me? I dunno.
Steve Moss passed away this week. I didn't know him, but of course knew his name. He helped start the New Times (SLO Town's alt weekly rag) and invented 55 Fiction. So this morning I was thinking, you know, he was too young to go, but dude! he invented 55 Fiction. And while it wasn't a cure for cancer it is a little art form that is used all across the world now. Good for Steve Moss. I'm sorry for his untimely passing.
I've been writing a lot. Articles, press releases, information pages, web sites. I kind of pride myself about being easy going with my writing. If somebody needs to change some words, change some paragraphs, I don't take it personally and encourage them to edit as necessary. The important thing is that the client gets a chance to express their goals the way they want and need, right?
Well. Okay, maybe it was because I'm the Queen Regent of Snippety Snappity. Maybe it's being the Angriest Emdot in the World. But yesterday one of my clients (who is also a good friend) sent me back an interview I'd written with rivets of red. Valleys of red. A complete gridwork of red. Slashed and burned. There were "the"s added. Thats added. Commas, periods, parentheses. Entire quotes changed. And in a presto-second I think I felt the hair on the back of my neck bristle.
And now I'm laughing because it's funny to get so worked up. In hindsight. In hindsight many things are much funnier than they are in non-hindsight. Which is what? Foresight? In your shoes sight? But man, I was ready to go word-for-word through the whole document and stand up for my little spelled-out beauties. And so we did.
Moral of the story? Working things out with friends is better than the alternative. Or something. Lesson of the story? Perhaps I should back off from the extra cup of coffee? Or maybe I just need to turn the computer off for a while and go for a very long walk. Or atleast as long as the chain will let me.
So, I've been a little snippy lately. I don't know what it is, but my mouth has seemed to have had a second helping of vicious. I've put on an invisible muzzle, but it seems to fall off now and again. The weirdest things are setting me off, like the loud-mouth lady in Linnaea's this morning who was BLAH BLAH BLAHING a poor German couple to death, using all kinds of definitive statements about what my town is like. Grrrrrr.
There is an old comic that used to be in the LA Weekly called The Angriest Dog in the World. The fang-baring pooch is always seen in the back yard straining hard against its chain. Grrring and Mrrring. Lately I've been that dog. So what's chaining me? I dunno.
Steve Moss passed away this week. I didn't know him, but of course knew his name. He helped start the New Times (SLO Town's alt weekly rag) and invented 55 Fiction. So this morning I was thinking, you know, he was too young to go, but dude! he invented 55 Fiction. And while it wasn't a cure for cancer it is a little art form that is used all across the world now. Good for Steve Moss. I'm sorry for his untimely passing.
I've been writing a lot. Articles, press releases, information pages, web sites. I kind of pride myself about being easy going with my writing. If somebody needs to change some words, change some paragraphs, I don't take it personally and encourage them to edit as necessary. The important thing is that the client gets a chance to express their goals the way they want and need, right?
Well. Okay, maybe it was because I'm the Queen Regent of Snippety Snappity. Maybe it's being the Angriest Emdot in the World. But yesterday one of my clients (who is also a good friend) sent me back an interview I'd written with rivets of red. Valleys of red. A complete gridwork of red. Slashed and burned. There were "the"s added. Thats added. Commas, periods, parentheses. Entire quotes changed. And in a presto-second I think I felt the hair on the back of my neck bristle.
And now I'm laughing because it's funny to get so worked up. In hindsight. In hindsight many things are much funnier than they are in non-hindsight. Which is what? Foresight? In your shoes sight? But man, I was ready to go word-for-word through the whole document and stand up for my little spelled-out beauties. And so we did.
Moral of the story? Working things out with friends is better than the alternative. Or something. Lesson of the story? Perhaps I should back off from the extra cup of coffee? Or maybe I just need to turn the computer off for a while and go for a very long walk. Or atleast as long as the chain will let me.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
tornado sky moving out
Visual Eye Feast; May Require Seconds
If you need a little break today from the ho hum or the hum drum, do yourself a favor and go visit mcartist's photostream. photostreamygoodness. organic. miasmic. geometric. saturated. subtle. hers is an eye that not many have. seeing the beauty in the everywhere and sharing it with the rest of us.
» Mcartist's Photostream
If you need a little break today from the ho hum or the hum drum, do yourself a favor and go visit mcartist's photostream. photostreamygoodness. organic. miasmic. geometric. saturated. subtle. hers is an eye that not many have. seeing the beauty in the everywhere and sharing it with the rest of us.
» Mcartist's Photostream
Sunday, April 24, 2005
overheard
the phone rang and i answered it like this:
m.: i knew it was you.
t.: how did you know it was me?
m.: i just knew.
t.: you have caller id.
m.: i do, but i knew before i checked.
t.: how could you know?
m.: because i am intuitive and incredibly smart.
t.: well. shoot. both those things are very true.
i love agreeable people.
the phone rang and i answered it like this:
m.: i knew it was you.
t.: how did you know it was me?
m.: i just knew.
t.: you have caller id.
m.: i do, but i knew before i checked.
t.: how could you know?
m.: because i am intuitive and incredibly smart.
t.: well. shoot. both those things are very true.
i love agreeable people.
Friday, April 22, 2005
koharu and cherry blossoms
Tamaki's photo stream should be mandatory viewing. I myself have fallen behind, but I tell you. You give me a photo with Koharu's adorable snout and a cherry tree a-bloomin' and I ask you: is it possible to stay away and not look more and more and more?
» Tamaki on Flickr
» Tamaki on Flickr
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
linnaea's for breakfast
'morning
Fun morning surprise equals when a friend calls you on a workday and asks, "whatareyoudoingrightnow."
And it's still a little early and you haven't had coffee yet and you're parsing it all thinking, what am I doing? and so you answer, "Just starting my day."
And he says, "Well, you wanna start it at Linnaea's? I'll pick you up in five minutes."
And you think, "Five minutes. Five minutes... how long does it take to get dressed and brush hair and brush teeth?" But the words that come out of your mouth are "Yes yes Linnaea's come over and get me."
I love mornings like that.
- - - -
Two different songs on my iTunes this morning that made a smile spread across my face: 5 Times out of 100 by Hot Hot Heat and This Is Your Soul by Hothouse Flowers.
- - - -
Great fucking morning. Okay. But I gotta finish this press release. Got. To.
Hands are you listening? You'd better be listening. Fingers are you paying attention? You'd better be warmed up and limber and ready to do your little dance across the keyboard.
Fun morning surprise equals when a friend calls you on a workday and asks, "whatareyoudoingrightnow."
And it's still a little early and you haven't had coffee yet and you're parsing it all thinking, what am I doing? and so you answer, "Just starting my day."
And he says, "Well, you wanna start it at Linnaea's? I'll pick you up in five minutes."
And you think, "Five minutes. Five minutes... how long does it take to get dressed and brush hair and brush teeth?" But the words that come out of your mouth are "Yes yes Linnaea's come over and get me."
I love mornings like that.
- - - -
Two different songs on my iTunes this morning that made a smile spread across my face: 5 Times out of 100 by Hot Hot Heat and This Is Your Soul by Hothouse Flowers.
- - - -
Great fucking morning. Okay. But I gotta finish this press release. Got. To.
Hands are you listening? You'd better be listening. Fingers are you paying attention? You'd better be warmed up and limber and ready to do your little dance across the keyboard.
time to see the turtles
a la brezny's weekly astrology
VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): My friend Kathleen traveled to Maui with her nine-year-old daughter Ariel. They checked into an ocean-side condo. At 5 a.m. on their first morning there, Ariel crept over to Kathleen's bed and repeatedly whispered, "Let's go see the sea turtles." Rising out of the depths of sleep, Kathleen was torn. Part of her was peeved at the intrusion because she wanted to luxuriate in bed till late morning. Another part of her longed to glimpse the turtles, which only appeared in the cove once a day at dawn. Kathleen decided to join Ariel, conquering her annoyance and putting aside her desire for comfort. The payoff was worth it. Seeing the turtles while in a dreamy state was an unforgettable joy. I predict you will be faced with a comparable situation in the coming week, Virgo. I suggest you choose as Kathleen did.
a la brezny's weekly astrology
VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): My friend Kathleen traveled to Maui with her nine-year-old daughter Ariel. They checked into an ocean-side condo. At 5 a.m. on their first morning there, Ariel crept over to Kathleen's bed and repeatedly whispered, "Let's go see the sea turtles." Rising out of the depths of sleep, Kathleen was torn. Part of her was peeved at the intrusion because she wanted to luxuriate in bed till late morning. Another part of her longed to glimpse the turtles, which only appeared in the cove once a day at dawn. Kathleen decided to join Ariel, conquering her annoyance and putting aside her desire for comfort. The payoff was worth it. Seeing the turtles while in a dreamy state was an unforgettable joy. I predict you will be faced with a comparable situation in the coming week, Virgo. I suggest you choose as Kathleen did.
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Monday, April 18, 2005
The Legs Project
Yea!
I am so tickled about this. I got to participate in an online photography project called Legs. It's a gallery of leg photographs as taken by women. I think most of them are self portraits.
Please take a look -- it is a really fun project. Huge thanks to Catherine Jamieson who thought the project up, got us all together and then built out the site.
» A Celebration of Legs
I am so tickled about this. I got to participate in an online photography project called Legs. It's a gallery of leg photographs as taken by women. I think most of them are self portraits.
Please take a look -- it is a really fun project. Huge thanks to Catherine Jamieson who thought the project up, got us all together and then built out the site.
» A Celebration of Legs
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Friday, April 15, 2005
Thursday, April 14, 2005
Mojitos
Listen up my Live Oakian Camp Happy Face crew: This is how we are making the mojitos this year. None of that mamby pamby couple of sprigs of mint. No. We are doing an entire garden of mint. In each glass. Bring clipping shears.
An excerpt from the Gothamist interview of Augusten Bourroughs
For those aspiring writers lacking in magical thinking, do you have any advice on how to be a writer? Do you think that's something that can be taught or learned, or are you just born with it?
You do not have to be "born" with "it." You do need to have a passion. You need to want to be a writer and it's best if you really enjoy writing. But you can hate writing or dislike writing and still be a writer. But it's best if you enjoy it. And you should read, like I said before, as many good books as you can. Don't read junky books, trash. Limit yourself to one "beach read" per season, I think. And then read really good works by smart, literate authors. On all topics. Stretch yourself. And believe me, this is advice I take myself. I didn't even read a book until I was 24, so think of that and get inspired. The other thing, write every day. Even if you only write for ten minutes. You do that every day and in a year, you'll have quite the Word Collection. And some of those words are bound to be in an order you like. In other words, you'll have some good stuff.
But the number-one most important thing, and the reason you want to write every day, is because you must be honest. Whether you are writing fiction or nonfiction, demand of yourself ruthless honesty. This means, accurate descriptions of feelings and thoughts and the environment. True, true, true, this is what you want to achieve. Something that rings, as I say, the bell of truth. Know, too, that writing isn't something you need to study in college or graduate school or anywhere. Think of Elizabeth Berg. She's a perfect example. Elizabeth Berg is one of my favorite authors and did she go to Iowa and get a fancy degree? No, she did not. She was an R.N. And she wasn't seventeen when she published her first novel, either. My last piece of advice is to never, never give up. No matter how poor the odds may appear. If it's something you really want, then you must never, ever let go of the vision, the dream. And this, really, IS Magical Thinking.
Cat
You do not
By Miller Williams (a repost from last year)
Cat
You do not drive cars
Cat
You do not read the newspaper
Cat
You sleep
You eat and drink milk
You catch cockroaches
and you sleep
Cat
You do not mail letters
Cat
You do not go to funerals
You sleep
across my lap
lying with everything shut
Cat
I am learning to sleep
You do not
By Miller Williams (a repost from last year)
Cat
You do not drive cars
Cat
You do not read the newspaper
Cat
You sleep
You eat and drink milk
You catch cockroaches
and you sleep
Cat
You do not mail letters
Cat
You do not go to funerals
You sleep
across my lap
lying with everything shut
Cat
I am learning to sleep
just heard about
mike doughty, former lead singer of soul coughing, is coming out with a new CD and morning becomes eclectic played one of the songs today. it was so good i immediately trotted off to itunes to procure it on the spot. but it's not released yet. damn that morning becomes eclectic. making me practice patience.
mike doughty, former lead singer of soul coughing, is coming out with a new CD and morning becomes eclectic played one of the songs today. it was so good i immediately trotted off to itunes to procure it on the spot. but it's not released yet. damn that morning becomes eclectic. making me practice patience.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
nothing worse than
curdled milk. i just went to add some cream to my coffee. but i grabbed the wrong container. man. the faces you pull in the presense of curdled milk are cartoon worthy for sure. who knew faces could be so pliable?
teach me a lesson hypocrite driver. sigh. that's such a cliche topic to make you upset, isn't it? but here's the deal: so i'm speeding along on the los osos valley road, in the fast lane, trying to get ahead of the slowpokes. and i do get a head of them. all but one. and that one is an old man going 55. the speed limit here is 55. and he's doing it. and he kinda glances at me in the rearview mirror so he knows i'm there and it's obvious that i had wanted to pass him. which makes me think he is mr. cranky mccrankster and setting out to teach speedy mcspeedy (that's me) a thing or two about following the traffic laws.
except — and this is when it became something worthy to blog home about — when the speed limit did change to 45 and then 35, cranky mccrankster didn't slow down. he had forgotten that he was trying to teach me a lesson and just blew through town going 10 - 20 miles per hour over the speed limit.
so listen, crankster. i understand your right to drive the speed limit. and i'd even give you a pass on the non-verbal lecture. but c'mon. if you're going to be all high and mighty you have to show some level of consistancy about it. capiche?
note to all wouldbe email writerinners: there was no tailgating. i'm no tailgater.
curdled milk. i just went to add some cream to my coffee. but i grabbed the wrong container. man. the faces you pull in the presense of curdled milk are cartoon worthy for sure. who knew faces could be so pliable?
teach me a lesson hypocrite driver. sigh. that's such a cliche topic to make you upset, isn't it? but here's the deal: so i'm speeding along on the los osos valley road, in the fast lane, trying to get ahead of the slowpokes. and i do get a head of them. all but one. and that one is an old man going 55. the speed limit here is 55. and he's doing it. and he kinda glances at me in the rearview mirror so he knows i'm there and it's obvious that i had wanted to pass him. which makes me think he is mr. cranky mccrankster and setting out to teach speedy mcspeedy (that's me) a thing or two about following the traffic laws.
except — and this is when it became something worthy to blog home about — when the speed limit did change to 45 and then 35, cranky mccrankster didn't slow down. he had forgotten that he was trying to teach me a lesson and just blew through town going 10 - 20 miles per hour over the speed limit.
so listen, crankster. i understand your right to drive the speed limit. and i'd even give you a pass on the non-verbal lecture. but c'mon. if you're going to be all high and mighty you have to show some level of consistancy about it. capiche?
note to all wouldbe email writerinners: there was no tailgating. i'm no tailgater.
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