Tuesday, December 23, 2008
How long it's been since I blogged and LILA DIT CA and THE DREAM LIFE OF ANGELS
I haven't been looking at my Facebook stuff either. Although I can't go into great detail about these films right now, I intend to get back into thinking about what I've seen through one medium, i.e. film or video, and what it means--or doesn' t mean for that moment. Some of the films I've seen are nameless right now for me. In addition to the aforementioned, DAS FRAULEIN, THE BEST OF DR. KATZ, MECANIQUES CELESTIALS are a few more.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
DEATH AT THE FUNERAL
Am I missing something with this film? It was so deadpan that one could definitely say it wasn't cute like FOUR WEDDINGS AND A FUNERAL. I really shouldn't be writing about it since I only watched 10 minutes. I will let it put me to bed tonight.
I have a kitten, or what about Amma's ashram?
My kitten's name is Joaquin. I have had him since the middle of September. He is very playful. I can't determine whether he is "smart" or what would call "wild." While I'm sitting here typing, he is clawing my bare heels from behind the chair I'm sitting in. It hurts! I threw him one of his cloth mice. Mice like to be played with.
Amma's ashram is in San Ramon. It is one of the most restful places I've been to...no matter how much chai I drink there. Back in September I got to make a Ganesh out of clay. I really liked him. All the people at the ashram that day made Ganeshes, and the figures were to be put into the lake on for Ganesh Charthurti. Tonight was a pleasant night. I hadn't seen so many stars since I've been in the woods. I'm sorry I missed the talk and more bhajans. But that is because I don't meditate enough! This is my New Year's resolution at the end of October.
One of the books I'm reading is A Beginner's Guide to Tibetan Buddhism. I remember having read Georg Feuerstein's Tantra... and getting a sense of the abstraction that is belief.
Amma's ashram is in San Ramon. It is one of the most restful places I've been to...no matter how much chai I drink there. Back in September I got to make a Ganesh out of clay. I really liked him. All the people at the ashram that day made Ganeshes, and the figures were to be put into the lake on for Ganesh Charthurti. Tonight was a pleasant night. I hadn't seen so many stars since I've been in the woods. I'm sorry I missed the talk and more bhajans. But that is because I don't meditate enough! This is my New Year's resolution at the end of October.
One of the books I'm reading is A Beginner's Guide to Tibetan Buddhism. I remember having read Georg Feuerstein's Tantra... and getting a sense of the abstraction that is belief.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
THE GITS, Eugene Debs and Revolution
I have been watching alot of documentaries lately. I like them. The latest one I've seen, THE GITS was a disturbing but revolutionary one. This film gave me alot to think about. It is the story of the the late eighties/early nineties punk band from Ohio via Seattle called THE GITS.
In 1993 I saw the band the Gits at a club in San Francisco called The Bottom of the Hill. I think they were a part of the Noise Pop festival, but I don't remember exactly. At that time I was playing music with my boyfriend. This band had a very memorable line-up. Their music was unlike anything I'd heard before--much more melodic and faster than Green Day or whatever.
The film is the story of the rise to signed status for the band as it coincided with the murder of the singer. It actually is a horrible story of her beauty, creativity, soul and chilling death. It is the story of how her killer is sought. Her strangler is shown which makes it even more disturbing. But for those about to rock, this band and its story is so important.
Revolution is important. Revolutionary ideas are important. The band THE GITS and its documentary are revolutionary. Eugene Debs was a revolutionary. Where is he now? Tonight I went to the cafe Revolution in the Mission. I saw a quote from Eugene Debs on the bathroom door about the word 'revolution' being one of the most important words in any language.
Recently I saw a singer who was visiting from France. She was out playing in San Francisco. She told me while we were waiting for the bathroom that she was playing all over Paris and that it's possible to play all over Paris. She sang a cover of Edith Piaf's 'Je ne regrette rien.' There were people speaking different languages at this cafe. I felt like I was in Europe again...and I wondered how she would sound in a cafe in Paris.
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In 1993 I saw the band the Gits at a club in San Francisco called The Bottom of the Hill. I think they were a part of the Noise Pop festival, but I don't remember exactly. At that time I was playing music with my boyfriend. This band had a very memorable line-up. Their music was unlike anything I'd heard before--much more melodic and faster than Green Day or whatever.
The film is the story of the rise to signed status for the band as it coincided with the murder of the singer. It actually is a horrible story of her beauty, creativity, soul and chilling death. It is the story of how her killer is sought. Her strangler is shown which makes it even more disturbing. But for those about to rock, this band and its story is so important.
Revolution is important. Revolutionary ideas are important. The band THE GITS and its documentary are revolutionary. Eugene Debs was a revolutionary. Where is he now? Tonight I went to the cafe Revolution in the Mission. I saw a quote from Eugene Debs on the bathroom door about the word 'revolution' being one of the most important words in any language.
Recently I saw a singer who was visiting from France. She was out playing in San Francisco. She told me while we were waiting for the bathroom that she was playing all over Paris and that it's possible to play all over Paris. She sang a cover of Edith Piaf's 'Je ne regrette rien.' There were people speaking different languages at this cafe. I felt like I was in Europe again...and I wondered how she would sound in a cafe in Paris.
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Sunday, October 05, 2008
REBEL MUSIC, The Story of Bob Marley
Anyone who wants to document through the medium of film should watch REBEL MUSIC. It is the most humble and thoughtful film I have seen in a while.
Of course, even thinking about Bob Marley one can hear one of his songs. The film lets primary people in the political world of Bob's Jamaica define how essential he was to the heart of the country and its people, landscape, "reality."
Not much more to be said right now but that my mind and heart became full of what one probably calls love and compassion and a fascination for the music, musicians, and people of Jamaica.
Of course, even thinking about Bob Marley one can hear one of his songs. The film lets primary people in the political world of Bob's Jamaica define how essential he was to the heart of the country and its people, landscape, "reality."
Not much more to be said right now but that my mind and heart became full of what one probably calls love and compassion and a fascination for the music, musicians, and people of Jamaica.
Friday, September 26, 2008
BURN BEFORE READING, or RUN AWAY BEFORE READING
Yes, the beginning of the eighties was really gross and the real sign of the end. What comes after the end a few people have guesses about, but enlightened beings know better: mediation, love and compassion are necessary before succumbing to the end.
Meanwhile, there are quite a few films on the commercial American market that are "political" in nature. They depict political figures and etc. I don't much about the Coen Brothers and their politics, but since they too are putting out a film that is setting in the United States capital, Washington, D.C., they are jumping onto the political swingset.
BURN AFTER READING is a most forgettable film. Although I liked some of the acting, the script was painful. The lighting in this film is film noir meets greyed out color lamps. Visually, this film is a nightmare.
And far be it from me to guess what these directors have intended. Yet the fact that they have put out a political film--"dark comedy," ridiculousness with the callous edge of the mind celebrated, I can't see anything positive in viewing this film. Supposedly Joel Coen reads Physics. He should try reading Gary Zukav and give us something to really think and feel about.
Meanwhile, there are quite a few films on the commercial American market that are "political" in nature. They depict political figures and etc. I don't much about the Coen Brothers and their politics, but since they too are putting out a film that is setting in the United States capital, Washington, D.C., they are jumping onto the political swingset.
BURN AFTER READING is a most forgettable film. Although I liked some of the acting, the script was painful. The lighting in this film is film noir meets greyed out color lamps. Visually, this film is a nightmare.
And far be it from me to guess what these directors have intended. Yet the fact that they have put out a political film--"dark comedy," ridiculousness with the callous edge of the mind celebrated, I can't see anything positive in viewing this film. Supposedly Joel Coen reads Physics. He should try reading Gary Zukav and give us something to really think and feel about.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Why not some Joy Division to cheer me up.
When I return to work after a vacation of less than 2 months, and the conditions seem unbearable the first day back, and I want to walk our and I almost do walk out, knowing I have no other economic recompense, I get tired and wish for the past. I used to live on a little over $300. per month. I don't think I ate much. And I never bought new clothes. And I didn't have a car. And life weren't so tedious sometimes.
Nevertheless I have felt like there is a wealth of experience beyond the "job" that, as long as it isn't over 7 and 1/2 hours per day, it's maybe do-able. Maybe.
In any case, the experience of watching the 2007 documentary on the band Joy Division, really helped me overcome the braindeadness of suprastress. The footage of the band and how they sounded in the beginning and their having come from an industrial place in England were the threads that wove themselves through the film. The film itself with the band members and other players in their success be interviewed in 2007 looking back, all of them set against a typical black confessional background, was kind of corny and pretentious. I had never seen the band although I had both of their records and played them all the time when I was about the same age as they were. I was going through a break up with my husband.
Ian Curtis got married at 17. He later had a French-speaking Belgian girlfriend. He read incessantly and had untreated bipolar disorder. When I listened to the band, I had no idea how Ian writhed all over the stage or what he looked like. I guess I didn't care. I was a punkette but had to work to pay for some expensive studio I had gotten in the upper Haight.
But the experience I had of Joy Division was not all about me. It was about other lives of my own of those of others and somehow transporting myself out of this lifetime to another my own --or someone else's.
Nevertheless I have felt like there is a wealth of experience beyond the "job" that, as long as it isn't over 7 and 1/2 hours per day, it's maybe do-able. Maybe.
In any case, the experience of watching the 2007 documentary on the band Joy Division, really helped me overcome the braindeadness of suprastress. The footage of the band and how they sounded in the beginning and their having come from an industrial place in England were the threads that wove themselves through the film. The film itself with the band members and other players in their success be interviewed in 2007 looking back, all of them set against a typical black confessional background, was kind of corny and pretentious. I had never seen the band although I had both of their records and played them all the time when I was about the same age as they were. I was going through a break up with my husband.
Ian Curtis got married at 17. He later had a French-speaking Belgian girlfriend. He read incessantly and had untreated bipolar disorder. When I listened to the band, I had no idea how Ian writhed all over the stage or what he looked like. I guess I didn't care. I was a punkette but had to work to pay for some expensive studio I had gotten in the upper Haight.
But the experience I had of Joy Division was not all about me. It was about other lives of my own of those of others and somehow transporting myself out of this lifetime to another my own --or someone else's.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
FRIENDS OUT WEST!
Yes, it has been one of those weeks in which one just looks for something to read to take one's mind off all the "problems," and for me that transportative book tonight is Dora's trip out west. THe first page has a giant Dora with her hands on her hips standing next to a giant cactus with a couple of pretty pink flowers. Dora says "Howdy explorers! I am Cowgirl Dora..." She then opines that the horses must be fed. Map says she must go through "Echo Tunnel" but how will she know it's Echo Tunnel?
"Right!
Make an echo.
Will you help me?"
The tunnel has to say 'hello' back for it to be an Echo Tunnel of Dora's 'hello.'
(This is hard to write while listening to Vinnie Vincent but it's more fun.)
Map tells Dora to go through the rocks and sees something red. It's Benny's barn. Off she goes, saying 'Happy Trails.' Just like some old man said back in the eighties. The one who feared the reds and wore cowboy boots. The one who made cruelty only a precursor to Alzheimer's. There have been two clones of him in the capital of the U.S.
You can throw away your cowboy boots!! Feed them to your pet dog. Endangered!! This country can't go down any further down these 'Happy Trails.'
"Right!
Make an echo.
Will you help me?"
The tunnel has to say 'hello' back for it to be an Echo Tunnel of Dora's 'hello.'
(This is hard to write while listening to Vinnie Vincent but it's more fun.)
Map tells Dora to go through the rocks and sees something red. It's Benny's barn. Off she goes, saying 'Happy Trails.' Just like some old man said back in the eighties. The one who feared the reds and wore cowboy boots. The one who made cruelty only a precursor to Alzheimer's. There have been two clones of him in the capital of the U.S.
You can throw away your cowboy boots!! Feed them to your pet dog. Endangered!! This country can't go down any further down these 'Happy Trails.'
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Mt. Shasta and THE SISTERHOOD OF THE TRAVELLING PANTS 2
What I won't do for a thrill or because I'm bored. The Mt. Shasta trip was quite thrilling in that the drive to the mountain on the main highway was really a roller coaster ride around massive trucks. My palms were sweating. I think I was having a panic attack, but I had to keep driving. There were no turn-outs except those to get to different roads off the main track. What a relief it was to finally get there, close to darkness setting in.
It was difficult to see the mountain the second day because it was surrounded by smoke from all the fires that Northern California experienced all summer. But the presence of the mountain could most definitely be felt. When I meditated, I felt some energy in my solar plexus (the third chakra) that I hadn't felt before. The energy was empowering. I was so glad to receive it because I didn't sleep well any of the nights we were there. I wish I could remember those dreams I had, because I was very close to the waking state while sleeping.
We met someone who lived nearby who had lived in San Francisco for many years but had been up in Shasta for a couple of years. I think he moved with his girlfriend but now he was living alone. He was asking about the flyers we had put up around the town and the area of the house for a missing macaw. My friends' bird flew up twenty plus feet into a tree the first night we were there. We could hear him in the trees below the house but couldn't see him. Miraculously he flew back to the house the next day after we left. What a miracle. He was famished and ate for hours. He also was making sounds he hadn't made before: growling, hissing, etc.
At the movie theatre the other night there were a few people hissing--politely! There must have been about 20 of us in a huge theatre that holds 150 people. It was a Monday night. The film we came to see was THE SISTERHOOD...2. My friend was the one who wanted to see it. She saw the first one; I hadn't. Now I try to support films that feature women and their stories. There are far too many crime scenes and war films out there starring, of course, men.
THE SISTERHOOD...2 and the pants was a bit too far-fetched. Even the sister of one of the characters explained that she had always been kept out of the pants group...the old high school clique, as it were. I'm not saying that "sisterhood" is a bad thing, but it could be more inclusive. Perhaps women in a group (like, for example, THE JANE AUSTEN BOOK CLUB) could have more of a reason to become close and establish friendship beyond clothing-- like pants...blue jeans, for that matter.
More specifically, if a rich person gets into art school it's still kind of a joke. The life drawings done by one of the characters who is studying at Rhode Island School of Design were almost like stick figures. And the character who goes on an archeological dig has to be immature enough to go into the area where danger signs/no entrance are posted everywhere. And the filmmaker is getting information for working on her script by being somewhat punkish and dismissive to the customers. Maybe this film should be re-named THE SISTERHOOD OF THE TRAVELLING POSE.
It was difficult to see the mountain the second day because it was surrounded by smoke from all the fires that Northern California experienced all summer. But the presence of the mountain could most definitely be felt. When I meditated, I felt some energy in my solar plexus (the third chakra) that I hadn't felt before. The energy was empowering. I was so glad to receive it because I didn't sleep well any of the nights we were there. I wish I could remember those dreams I had, because I was very close to the waking state while sleeping.
We met someone who lived nearby who had lived in San Francisco for many years but had been up in Shasta for a couple of years. I think he moved with his girlfriend but now he was living alone. He was asking about the flyers we had put up around the town and the area of the house for a missing macaw. My friends' bird flew up twenty plus feet into a tree the first night we were there. We could hear him in the trees below the house but couldn't see him. Miraculously he flew back to the house the next day after we left. What a miracle. He was famished and ate for hours. He also was making sounds he hadn't made before: growling, hissing, etc.
At the movie theatre the other night there were a few people hissing--politely! There must have been about 20 of us in a huge theatre that holds 150 people. It was a Monday night. The film we came to see was THE SISTERHOOD...2. My friend was the one who wanted to see it. She saw the first one; I hadn't. Now I try to support films that feature women and their stories. There are far too many crime scenes and war films out there starring, of course, men.
THE SISTERHOOD...2 and the pants was a bit too far-fetched. Even the sister of one of the characters explained that she had always been kept out of the pants group...the old high school clique, as it were. I'm not saying that "sisterhood" is a bad thing, but it could be more inclusive. Perhaps women in a group (like, for example, THE JANE AUSTEN BOOK CLUB) could have more of a reason to become close and establish friendship beyond clothing-- like pants...blue jeans, for that matter.
More specifically, if a rich person gets into art school it's still kind of a joke. The life drawings done by one of the characters who is studying at Rhode Island School of Design were almost like stick figures. And the character who goes on an archeological dig has to be immature enough to go into the area where danger signs/no entrance are posted everywhere. And the filmmaker is getting information for working on her script by being somewhat punkish and dismissive to the customers. Maybe this film should be re-named THE SISTERHOOD OF THE TRAVELLING POSE.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
The Unforgettable Tour led to Mt. Shasta
I really love Bollywood. Although I don't know alot about it, every film I've seen I have liked for some reason. The actors are not only remembering lines, they are dancing really well. Consequently the Bollywood actors who performed in Oakland at the Coliseum (now called Oracle?) danced and lip synched. I really don't know which of them sang at all.
Meanwhile, we got there early. That was cool. Indian television was there with their camera. I was really happy when they called me over to talk in front of the camera. I gave my name from Amma (Charuta) and then Jennifer Glee etc. I was such a crazed fool. I couldn't say Aishwarya Rai's name, said my favorite Bollywood actor is Zayed Khan, my favorite actress of the night Preity Zinta. I forgot the name of the major star of the show, Mr. Bachchan. Oh, and, of course, said I always wanted to dance in one of the Bollywood films.
The actual night was quite long--no intermissions! The show was over four hours. We were all riveted to the stage or the huge monitor in the middle. I should mention that the attempt to abate global warming was a major theme of the show. Mr. Bachchan's wife (a former Bollywood actress) came out and addressed the issue.
I can't help but be disturbed by the effects of global warming. I went to Mt. Shasta this week. It was shrouded in smoke. The fires in this area have been going on for 6 weeks now. How many wildlife have been killed and homes lost?
My friends live there. They just moved from the city recently. Their macaw flew away from his cage to a nearby cedar tree. Then he flew out of site the next morning. My friends were crushed. The Humane Society came out and looked around. We spent the day putting up flyers around. I got to see the town of Shasta. Every northern town (Arcata, Mendocino, Eureka, Klamath) in California I've been to where there are a lot of people into alternative health issues has a great health food store. The main one of in Shasta is quite small. In fact, the town itself is quite small. I thought it would be larger.
Before I left yesterday we meditated on the bird's return. My friend said that the bird was "working." Today they heard the large, loud cries of the macaw a distance away. They somehow called the bird and he flew to a nearby tree and eventually flew into his cage. He seemed different, they said. He was tired!
Meanwhile, we got there early. That was cool. Indian television was there with their camera. I was really happy when they called me over to talk in front of the camera. I gave my name from Amma (Charuta) and then Jennifer Glee etc. I was such a crazed fool. I couldn't say Aishwarya Rai's name, said my favorite Bollywood actor is Zayed Khan, my favorite actress of the night Preity Zinta. I forgot the name of the major star of the show, Mr. Bachchan. Oh, and, of course, said I always wanted to dance in one of the Bollywood films.
The actual night was quite long--no intermissions! The show was over four hours. We were all riveted to the stage or the huge monitor in the middle. I should mention that the attempt to abate global warming was a major theme of the show. Mr. Bachchan's wife (a former Bollywood actress) came out and addressed the issue.
I can't help but be disturbed by the effects of global warming. I went to Mt. Shasta this week. It was shrouded in smoke. The fires in this area have been going on for 6 weeks now. How many wildlife have been killed and homes lost?
My friends live there. They just moved from the city recently. Their macaw flew away from his cage to a nearby cedar tree. Then he flew out of site the next morning. My friends were crushed. The Humane Society came out and looked around. We spent the day putting up flyers around. I got to see the town of Shasta. Every northern town (Arcata, Mendocino, Eureka, Klamath) in California I've been to where there are a lot of people into alternative health issues has a great health food store. The main one of in Shasta is quite small. In fact, the town itself is quite small. I thought it would be larger.
Before I left yesterday we meditated on the bird's return. My friend said that the bird was "working." Today they heard the large, loud cries of the macaw a distance away. They somehow called the bird and he flew to a nearby tree and eventually flew into his cage. He seemed different, they said. He was tired!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
IN BRUGES and The Unforgettable Tour
There is a baby moth flying around the room. I like that about summer: new things having arrived. I had adopted a kitten sometime around the 7th and returned her on the 12th. I felt so bad about that. But she was adopted practically be the time I was about to leave. She had arrived. Summer sometimes means seeing a film I wouldn't otherwise see or a show that is transformational...
The other night I watched IN BRUGES. A British film, it has alot of oddities about it. I was wondering if it were a crafty farce about "hitmen." Colin Farrell plays a "hitman" with the most depth we're allowed to plummet besides his buddy. Is there some thing I'm missing about Bosch and Bruges having something to do with these characters? The Farrell character is supposed to be offed by his buddy in Bruges. I even forget how this film ends. Too much unnecessary violence in the old town of Bruges.
Meanwhile, I 'm looking forward to seeing The Unforgettable Tour. Bollywood!! The colors, the songs, the dance! I forgot: I need a screen with English translations of the songs, like watching a video. Too bad Zayed Khan will not be there. So many Bollywood actors are so fine and comical at the same time.... and great dancers! It's so funny: the show is going to be as LONG as many Bollywood films are--3 plus hours!
The other night I watched IN BRUGES. A British film, it has alot of oddities about it. I was wondering if it were a crafty farce about "hitmen." Colin Farrell plays a "hitman" with the most depth we're allowed to plummet besides his buddy. Is there some thing I'm missing about Bosch and Bruges having something to do with these characters? The Farrell character is supposed to be offed by his buddy in Bruges. I even forget how this film ends. Too much unnecessary violence in the old town of Bruges.
Meanwhile, I 'm looking forward to seeing The Unforgettable Tour. Bollywood!! The colors, the songs, the dance! I forgot: I need a screen with English translations of the songs, like watching a video. Too bad Zayed Khan will not be there. So many Bollywood actors are so fine and comical at the same time.... and great dancers! It's so funny: the show is going to be as LONG as many Bollywood films are--3 plus hours!
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Planet Glee for this Friday.
I noticed that accessf doesn't give any information about my show in advance. Some of other call-in shows get a paragraph about the show before it airs.
Anyway, I'm sitting here at the computer planning to how clear it so that I can do some artwork, i.e., Flash. If you want to see three of my four pieces, go to jenniferglee.com I miss painting.
So, I'm sitting here listening to New Order. i don't what's making me think about the notion of love they sing about. I really think they were/are ahead of their time. Maybe it's the disco aspect. Maybe it's because Joy Division had to happen first.
This week I have been cleaning. I found a photo from about 2000 when I had a friendship with a university student (graduating) who lived in a cooperative place. I met him at a music event. He played bansuri. I went to one of their (eventual) nudie parties. It was fun. To begin we all sat in groups that moved around and we were supposed to ask each other a prosribed personal question.
Anyway, I'm sitting here at the computer planning to how clear it so that I can do some artwork, i.e., Flash. If you want to see three of my four pieces, go to jenniferglee.com I miss painting.
So, I'm sitting here listening to New Order. i don't what's making me think about the notion of love they sing about. I really think they were/are ahead of their time. Maybe it's the disco aspect. Maybe it's because Joy Division had to happen first.
This week I have been cleaning. I found a photo from about 2000 when I had a friendship with a university student (graduating) who lived in a cooperative place. I met him at a music event. He played bansuri. I went to one of their (eventual) nudie parties. It was fun. To begin we all sat in groups that moved around and we were supposed to ask each other a prosribed personal question.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
MC Rai and Rachid Taha rock!
Today I saw these two bands at Stern Grove. My friend and I have been so lucky to have found such great seats in the grove lately. I could dance. It was fun. A couple of ladies took pictures of me. Why, I don't know. I wish some men would have taken pictures of me, but many of the single guys there either didn't appeal to me or something. There was one guy there who looked like my now ex-love. I observed this guy at the end. I couldn't keep my eyes off the singer of MC Rai. I had seen him sing back in 2001 or so at the Bernal Heights Neighborhood Fair held in October. He was really impressive then, I thought. His voice sailed a little differently than now. Anyway, I ended up going out with the keyboard player back then. He's not in the band any more. I didn't see anyone from the original band in today's version. That's ok, they rocked.
When Rachid Taha was one, I couldn't see the stage as well at times. So I looked over to this guy who looked like... Anyway, he tried to pick up this one dark-haired woman in her early thirties with a very tight sweater and large breasts. I don't know why this matters. It doesn't, really. Maybe I'm just missing connection. It is so fun being on a cloud with a lover and gliding along together. I miss that.
But let's not forget Rachid. He was fabuleux!!! They rocked hard. I left there wishing I could dance professionally for one of these two bands on stage...with a tabourine, maybe. Easier to daydream about that than love right now.
When Rachid Taha was one, I couldn't see the stage as well at times. So I looked over to this guy who looked like... Anyway, he tried to pick up this one dark-haired woman in her early thirties with a very tight sweater and large breasts. I don't know why this matters. It doesn't, really. Maybe I'm just missing connection. It is so fun being on a cloud with a lover and gliding along together. I miss that.
But let's not forget Rachid. He was fabuleux!!! They rocked hard. I left there wishing I could dance professionally for one of these two bands on stage...with a tabourine, maybe. Easier to daydream about that than love right now.
Cognition vs. Perception, or why I like Bollywood.
Bro Jud had me watch a lecture on Cognition vs. Perception the other day. The lecture was by Mr. Robinson of the Psychology Department of Georgetown University. The argument meandered from Piaget and the measuring of the contents of one beeker of liquid after it is poured into another beeker. Are the contents the same? So, physics was also involved here. Cognition is propositional, he stated; perception is not. I suppose one could define one thing by saying it is not the other and leave it at that.
Bollywood does it all the time. The subject at hand is always love. What is love and what isn't, and what sounds like love and what doesn't. I wish I could remember the name of the Bollywood film I watched the other night. Sharukh Khan stars as a high-ranking member of the Indian army who is sent to rescue a girl whose father is in the army somehow. This girl is in college. Shahrukh's character (Ram) is supposed to find his long-lost brother at this college. So he goes to the college and poses as a student. I liked the songs the best. And Zayed Khan who plays the younger brother is funny.
Bollywood does it all the time. The subject at hand is always love. What is love and what isn't, and what sounds like love and what doesn't. I wish I could remember the name of the Bollywood film I watched the other night. Sharukh Khan stars as a high-ranking member of the Indian army who is sent to rescue a girl whose father is in the army somehow. This girl is in college. Shahrukh's character (Ram) is supposed to find his long-lost brother at this college. So he goes to the college and poses as a student. I liked the songs the best. And Zayed Khan who plays the younger brother is funny.
Saturday, July 05, 2008
MY BLUEBERRY NIGHTS, fireworks, and LE GAI SAVOIR
I've heard Norah Jones sing in concert. Who taught her how to sing that way? She does sing quite sublimely. Her singing can be heard in her first film, MY BLUEBERRY NIGHTS by Chinese director WAI. Visually it is quite interesting at times. The camera blurs that which is magical: love.
MY BLUEBERRY NIGHTS is a love story. It is, however, a film in which the actual characters and their names seem to be disjointed. The characters are somewhat cardboardish except for Jeremy, Jude Law's Englishman who runs a cafe which has blueberry pie for beautiful young women who want to lose the keys to their boyfriend's apartments. It is, after all, New York City.
Nonetheless what I liked about MY BLUEBERRY NIGHTS was the fact that a beautiful girl such as Elizabeth (Jones) could be dumped by someone her age for a another type of girl her age. This does seem vapid but every woman who has ever seen love flail when it seemed to solid will understand. A cute, mature English guy is the answer to most of the problems of women of English language-dominated cultures.
But, if you speak French, a French guy will do. While people were setting off fireworks around me, I was watching Godard's LE GAI SAVOIR. Another piece of never-ending genius is this film. Brechtolian and yet a collage of images and sound, LE GAI SAVOIR is a play without a play within the lives of two players and history.
MY BLUEBERRY NIGHTS is a love story. It is, however, a film in which the actual characters and their names seem to be disjointed. The characters are somewhat cardboardish except for Jeremy, Jude Law's Englishman who runs a cafe which has blueberry pie for beautiful young women who want to lose the keys to their boyfriend's apartments. It is, after all, New York City.
Nonetheless what I liked about MY BLUEBERRY NIGHTS was the fact that a beautiful girl such as Elizabeth (Jones) could be dumped by someone her age for a another type of girl her age. This does seem vapid but every woman who has ever seen love flail when it seemed to solid will understand. A cute, mature English guy is the answer to most of the problems of women of English language-dominated cultures.
But, if you speak French, a French guy will do. While people were setting off fireworks around me, I was watching Godard's LE GAI SAVOIR. Another piece of never-ending genius is this film. Brechtolian and yet a collage of images and sound, LE GAI SAVOIR is a play without a play within the lives of two players and history.
Monday, June 23, 2008
TWO DAYS IN PARIS, or how could a film on MOLIERE be so dull.
Many times I find myself attracted to films which have an actor or two that I like in it or the setting or time frame are appealing. Julie Delpy's TWO DAYS IN PARIS is really well done, in the end. She is able to give a glimpse into her world as an international citizen and as a woman who grew up (and probably lives sometimes) in Paris.
Her character is hard to take sometimes because she is rude to her American boyfriend, played by an actor I don't really know. He's good at being a doormat, however. And yet he is also assertive in a crudely manly way in that he insists on taking all the pictures during their vacation (they live in NYC) despite the fact that she is a photographer by trade. She also has a visual acuity condition that is only mentioned during a portrayal of the pre-pubescent Marion (Julie).
Meanwhile, her parents--in fact everyone who speaks French--talks about the boyfriend while he understands nothing. Ah, love. And there are a few cab rides in which the fascistic undertone of the underclass is shown. Julie's parents are bourgeois.
The end of the film is one many women who may have married early and then not by their forties may find hard to take. This film is not light on details.
Another film which one might say is overly detailed is the latest film on MOLIERE. I remember seeing a film called MOLIERE from France when I was in graduate school. It was very different from this one. This one is like walking through the kennels of the animal shelter and never finding the way out until you just have to scream. Enough said.
Her character is hard to take sometimes because she is rude to her American boyfriend, played by an actor I don't really know. He's good at being a doormat, however. And yet he is also assertive in a crudely manly way in that he insists on taking all the pictures during their vacation (they live in NYC) despite the fact that she is a photographer by trade. She also has a visual acuity condition that is only mentioned during a portrayal of the pre-pubescent Marion (Julie).
Meanwhile, her parents--in fact everyone who speaks French--talks about the boyfriend while he understands nothing. Ah, love. And there are a few cab rides in which the fascistic undertone of the underclass is shown. Julie's parents are bourgeois.
The end of the film is one many women who may have married early and then not by their forties may find hard to take. This film is not light on details.
Another film which one might say is overly detailed is the latest film on MOLIERE. I remember seeing a film called MOLIERE from France when I was in graduate school. It was very different from this one. This one is like walking through the kennels of the animal shelter and never finding the way out until you just have to scream. Enough said.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
The Mind of Mencia, the mind of fascism, or the lack of a mind.
Usually I don't watch the Comedy Channel on cable. It is a fascist arm of the Republican government. It is responsible for Bush's continued flailings in office.
Tonight I watched 8 minutes of the comedy show The Mind of Mencia. I think this show should be renamed The Mind of Fascism, or how to show you have no mind at all. The scenario shown which so offended me this time contained an actor portraying The Dalai Lama and another actor portraying (someone I would not know the name of if I didn't watch some television) John McCain. Giving any attention to the Republican candidate indicates that the entire US media is backing this elderly person.
It would be easier to watch any of the American mainstream media if one didn't have a mind of at all. Fascism fills in the void.
Tonight I watched 8 minutes of the comedy show The Mind of Mencia. I think this show should be renamed The Mind of Fascism, or how to show you have no mind at all. The scenario shown which so offended me this time contained an actor portraying The Dalai Lama and another actor portraying (someone I would not know the name of if I didn't watch some television) John McCain. Giving any attention to the Republican candidate indicates that the entire US media is backing this elderly person.
It would be easier to watch any of the American mainstream media if one didn't have a mind of at all. Fascism fills in the void.
Monday, June 16, 2008
BROKE BACK MOUNTAIN, a broken heart, and a black cat.
It has been some time that I haven't wanted to see the film BROKE BACK MOUNTAIN. My friends had rented it this evening, and I actually did want to see it although I have been mostly bedridden these past couple of days. The film started with panning vistas and point-of-view shots from the main characters who barely spoke for the first 20 minutes or so. This is where I stopped watching and had to go. I will watch this film--really watch it.
The initial sexual tension of BROKE BACK left much to be desired for my broken heart. Yes, my lover of two and a half months are at an impasse. Perhaps this is why my lungs have been thrashed with this bronchitis I've had. Thankfully, the actual pain in my heart smothers the inner sea its own outpourings. (I was supposed to see the play "Tis Pity She's a Whore' this past Sunday.
I want to make black cats my somewhere on my body or in film or paint. They are great healers. Buddie Vacant took care of me this weekend. He's otherwise known as Punk Chunky.
The initial sexual tension of BROKE BACK left much to be desired for my broken heart. Yes, my lover of two and a half months are at an impasse. Perhaps this is why my lungs have been thrashed with this bronchitis I've had. Thankfully, the actual pain in my heart smothers the inner sea its own outpourings. (I was supposed to see the play "Tis Pity She's a Whore' this past Sunday.
I want to make black cats my somewhere on my body or in film or paint. They are great healers. Buddie Vacant took care of me this weekend. He's otherwise known as Punk Chunky.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Planet Glee, JUNO, and BLAME IT ON FIDEL
Last Friday I had some fun--not enough--singing. Yes, I sing. My way. It's pretty off sometimes but then it's pleasant. Pleasant pheasant. That's my voice...a pheasant. My voice is like Planet Glee. Out there.
So, on Friday night I sang with my guest, Jack from the Bargain Basement Band. I played and sang with him and his wife (the second member of the Bargain Basement Band duo) on the Bro Jud on Love Energy Show. He has always wanted me to sing the song by Martha and the Vandellas, "Heatwave." What I didn't know was that he wanted to sing with me on it. I was prepared to sing my version of "Heatwave," but I couldn't. That doesn't meant that it wasn't possible to make some fun out of myself on the show.
I had some fun watching the film JUNO. The acting was really good. It was ironic that the two "famous" actors in the film played the yuppie couple who could rock. Yes, the film is stupid, too. I just really like the expression "...you're having a food baby."
There was a baby at the decentric center of the French film BLAME IT ON FIDEL. The child is supposed to carry the film. I was thinking that maybe French children are so intelligent that this film might be one a 9-year-old might watch. For adults, it was a bit light...sharing, community, etc. I wish Fidel could be blamed for a successful attempt at civil rearrangement that the child's parents are trying to achieve in Allende's Chile. Viva Sandinista.
So, on Friday night I sang with my guest, Jack from the Bargain Basement Band. I played and sang with him and his wife (the second member of the Bargain Basement Band duo) on the Bro Jud on Love Energy Show. He has always wanted me to sing the song by Martha and the Vandellas, "Heatwave." What I didn't know was that he wanted to sing with me on it. I was prepared to sing my version of "Heatwave," but I couldn't. That doesn't meant that it wasn't possible to make some fun out of myself on the show.
I had some fun watching the film JUNO. The acting was really good. It was ironic that the two "famous" actors in the film played the yuppie couple who could rock. Yes, the film is stupid, too. I just really like the expression "...you're having a food baby."
There was a baby at the decentric center of the French film BLAME IT ON FIDEL. The child is supposed to carry the film. I was thinking that maybe French children are so intelligent that this film might be one a 9-year-old might watch. For adults, it was a bit light...sharing, community, etc. I wish Fidel could be blamed for a successful attempt at civil rearrangement that the child's parents are trying to achieve in Allende's Chile. Viva Sandinista.
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Spending the first day with Amma.
Amma was there at the ashram today. She walked in and smiled at everyone. There was a 9 minute meditation, and then Amma began darshan.
I love to watch Amma give darshan. I wonder how I would feel if I sat and watched Amma give darshan for the duration of the 4 hours I spent at the ashram today. There is no speculation on this one to be had from me at this time.
Speaking to other people about Vedic astrology, herbs, healing, and about Amma while Amma was giving darshan was enough.
Today was a sultry day and welcome to those of us who live in San Francisco. The respite from incessant winds was uncommon.
I am listening to J. Mascis' cd J sing for Amma. My favorite song is Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu. It tranlates to "may all the beings in all the worlds be happy."
I love to watch Amma give darshan. I wonder how I would feel if I sat and watched Amma give darshan for the duration of the 4 hours I spent at the ashram today. There is no speculation on this one to be had from me at this time.
Speaking to other people about Vedic astrology, herbs, healing, and about Amma while Amma was giving darshan was enough.
Today was a sultry day and welcome to those of us who live in San Francisco. The respite from incessant winds was uncommon.
I am listening to J. Mascis' cd J sing for Amma. My favorite song is Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhavantu. It tranlates to "may all the beings in all the worlds be happy."
Friday, May 30, 2008
We chanted on Planet Glee
I'm still going down to Market and Valencia on Friday nights to be the hostess twinkie on Planet Glee. Sometimes I am a complete airhead on the show, but humor always rules in the end.
Lately, I have had some writers on the show. Usually the show ROCKS (I saw rocks on Mars in a book at UCSF library one time). Planet Glee is close to Jupiter and wants to join Venus and the rest of the benevolents in a modern dance. No, not necessarily Martha Graham or Alonzo King, but having much in common with them.
That said I have to get to the point of this blog: chanting...chanting a Tibetan mantra...om mani padme om. My guest, Margarita Wildman, had just read another one of her poems that is spiritual from the core of human sufferinng and experience. This woman should write an autobiography I want to read it.
Meanwhile, I've mentioned the book by Sakyong Mipham, RULING YOUR WORLD in the blog before. Actually, just in case a guest doesn't show, I'm ready to do the show by myself. I always bring the Mipham book. There is a book on Tantra by Georg Feuerstein that I also read at the same time last fall when I first read Mipham. Compassion and love are so enigmatic and amorphous yet so truly felt when expressed. Discipline has much to do with cultivating a life predispositioned to love and compassion.
Lately, I have had some writers on the show. Usually the show ROCKS (I saw rocks on Mars in a book at UCSF library one time). Planet Glee is close to Jupiter and wants to join Venus and the rest of the benevolents in a modern dance. No, not necessarily Martha Graham or Alonzo King, but having much in common with them.
That said I have to get to the point of this blog: chanting...chanting a Tibetan mantra...om mani padme om. My guest, Margarita Wildman, had just read another one of her poems that is spiritual from the core of human sufferinng and experience. This woman should write an autobiography I want to read it.
Meanwhile, I've mentioned the book by Sakyong Mipham, RULING YOUR WORLD in the blog before. Actually, just in case a guest doesn't show, I'm ready to do the show by myself. I always bring the Mipham book. There is a book on Tantra by Georg Feuerstein that I also read at the same time last fall when I first read Mipham. Compassion and love are so enigmatic and amorphous yet so truly felt when expressed. Discipline has much to do with cultivating a life predispositioned to love and compassion.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
THE GOVERNMENT INSPECTOR by Gogol
About seven years ago I found the novel DEAD SOULS by Nikolai Gogol at a garage sale. I paid one dollar for it. This is perhaps one of my favorite works of literature, even though I've had to read it in translation. Gogol is one of the funniest, wittiest, beautiful storytellers I've read.
San Francisco's A.C.T. was putting one of Gogol's plays on this week. I have read this play which is called THE GOVERNMENT INSPECTOR. The title sounds droll, I think. But the play is as political as it is funny. From the program notes, it is mentioned that Gogol consulted with Pushkin on the storyline. Nonetheless, the play is, Gogol.
There is a huge ray of light on the characters in the first scene of the play. They are being revealed as bumbly among this brightness, running into each other as they enter the rook that has skewed walls, windows and staircases. The huge grey table in the middle of the state is mocking stage or platform for the politicians of the town and the person they are told might be the Government Inspector who--they had been warned--would investigate their town.
How Gogol becomes a great writer, to me, is his way of drawing links between the players in the play and the play itself. The play would not exist without the players. Gogol draws attention to this connection between the power structure within the play and its concomitant, mundane, "civil" component.
San Francisco's A.C.T. was putting one of Gogol's plays on this week. I have read this play which is called THE GOVERNMENT INSPECTOR. The title sounds droll, I think. But the play is as political as it is funny. From the program notes, it is mentioned that Gogol consulted with Pushkin on the storyline. Nonetheless, the play is, Gogol.
There is a huge ray of light on the characters in the first scene of the play. They are being revealed as bumbly among this brightness, running into each other as they enter the rook that has skewed walls, windows and staircases. The huge grey table in the middle of the state is mocking stage or platform for the politicians of the town and the person they are told might be the Government Inspector who--they had been warned--would investigate their town.
How Gogol becomes a great writer, to me, is his way of drawing links between the players in the play and the play itself. The play would not exist without the players. Gogol draws attention to this connection between the power structure within the play and its concomitant, mundane, "civil" component.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
THE DIVING BELL AND THE BUTTERFLY and THE MOTHER AND THE WHORE
Yesterday I saw THE DIVING BELL AND THE BUTTERFLY and was really moved by it. The initial scenes were hard for me to watch because they are so blurry even though it was clear that the camera was the "eye" of the man who had had a major stroke and was waking up out of a coma. The film was based on a book written by the person who had experienced all this challenge in becoming paralyzed and completely dependent.
The acting, like in all French films, was superb. I love the casting that is done in France. Good acting is much more important than great make-up jobs. Max von Sydow did look extremely handsome and overall, I would say I went to see this film primarily for the visuals. I knew there would have to be many dream sequences and some surreal staging and moments.
I never disliked Julian Schnabel's paintings. I suppose one reaches a limit with painting "greatly" like he had done in the past. Using a new medium and twisting many camera angles, Schnabel demonstrated that painting and drawing are the mothers of the arts.
Speaking of mothers, I saw THE MOTHER AND THE WHORE this past week, having rented it from the video store. (It was on VHS--I don't have a dvd player.) This is a French film as well. It doesn't hurt that I adore Jean-Pierre Leaud (I don't think I've commented on the film he did with Catherine Breillat). This film was 4 hours long. I watched it over three evenings. Actually, I watched Part 11 first and then Part !. So I already knew how the film was to "end." I couldn't say anything that would really convey how brilliant this film is.
Both the DIVING BELL AND THE BUTTERFLY and THE MOTHER AND THE WHORE beg the viewer for answers. The answers have to do with questions of love, superficiality, spirituality and the abstraction of the ego.
The acting, like in all French films, was superb. I love the casting that is done in France. Good acting is much more important than great make-up jobs. Max von Sydow did look extremely handsome and overall, I would say I went to see this film primarily for the visuals. I knew there would have to be many dream sequences and some surreal staging and moments.
I never disliked Julian Schnabel's paintings. I suppose one reaches a limit with painting "greatly" like he had done in the past. Using a new medium and twisting many camera angles, Schnabel demonstrated that painting and drawing are the mothers of the arts.
Speaking of mothers, I saw THE MOTHER AND THE WHORE this past week, having rented it from the video store. (It was on VHS--I don't have a dvd player.) This is a French film as well. It doesn't hurt that I adore Jean-Pierre Leaud (I don't think I've commented on the film he did with Catherine Breillat). This film was 4 hours long. I watched it over three evenings. Actually, I watched Part 11 first and then Part !. So I already knew how the film was to "end." I couldn't say anything that would really convey how brilliant this film is.
Both the DIVING BELL AND THE BUTTERFLY and THE MOTHER AND THE WHORE beg the viewer for answers. The answers have to do with questions of love, superficiality, spirituality and the abstraction of the ego.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Trying to consider nested cycles and yoga.
My flash animation class requires alot more time than I had thought it would. There are some concepts I don't grasp yet, like the nested cycle. We are doing buttons right now, and I'm thinking that the button is like a nested cycle. This shows how much I know about Flash.
But, actually, I'm looking forward in this next interactivity project to do something that relates to my own work. I have some video shot over two years ago that I want to use with the character in my project. They are both black cats. I know it is "cute' to do cats, but actually, I think some cats are very funny.
Meanwhile, I should be doing some yoga.
But, actually, I'm looking forward in this next interactivity project to do something that relates to my own work. I have some video shot over two years ago that I want to use with the character in my project. They are both black cats. I know it is "cute' to do cats, but actually, I think some cats are very funny.
Meanwhile, I should be doing some yoga.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Holland and St. Patrick's Day
St. Patrick's Day parade in Dublin, Ireland part of a five-day festival; over 500,000 people attended the 2006 parade. The largest St. Patrick's Day parade is held in New York City and it is watched by over 2 million spectators. The St. Patrick's Day parade was first held in Boston in 1761, organized by the Charitable Irish Society. New York's celebration began on 18 March 1762 when Irish soldiers in the British army marched through the city.[citation needed] The predominantly French-speaking Canadian city of Montréal, in the province of Québec has the longest continually running Saint Patrick's day parade in North America, since 1824.[4] The city's flag has the Irish emblem, the shamrock, in one of its corners. Ireland's cities all hold their own parades and festivals. These cities include Dublin, Cork, Belfast, Derry, Galway, Kilkenny, Limerick, and Waterford. Parades also take place in other Irish towns and villages.
--Wikipedia
I was eating at a restaurant in which one of my friends works, and a couple under 65 sat at the table next to me. The language they were speaking sounded familiar to me, but as I have noticed about many European visitors to San Francisco, in public, they speak very softly. About ten minutes past, and my friend came over just as I asked the couple, "Spreek je Nederlans (sp)? It turns out that they did, and we started talking about how much I love Holland and how I lived in Groningen for a while and etc.
Eventually I told them that I have an E.U. passport given to me by the country of Eire, or Ireland. So, they had just been to the St. Patrick's Day Parade in San Francisco today. Now, they asked me, since you're Irish, can you tell just who is Saint Patrick?
I am such a complete space. When I was at the university, I almost studied Gaelic. But today I couldn't remember who St. Patrick "was." I told them some b.s. and got St. Patrick mixed up with--I think it is--Saint George...and I've been studying Hinduism and Buddhism and have forgotten alot about Christianity.
There must be common knowledge to every culture, I suppose. I'll remember who Bobby Sands was before I'll be able to tell anyone about why San Francisco and other other cities have parades for Saint Patrick of Ireland.
I told them I thought the holiday was just another commercial one for the U.S. They agreed, and then they said that Irish dancing is commercial. I'm not sure I agree with that. Dance is a form of art that transcends commercialism. The Dutch are well-known for their incredible painters: Van Gogh, Rembrandt, de Kooning. The Irish are well-known for their contributions to music and performance. I just told them, " Ireland doesn't have much of an economy." and they said it was--to them--a place that was still backward. No wonder I couldn't remember who St. Patrick is supposed to be.
--Wikipedia
I was eating at a restaurant in which one of my friends works, and a couple under 65 sat at the table next to me. The language they were speaking sounded familiar to me, but as I have noticed about many European visitors to San Francisco, in public, they speak very softly. About ten minutes past, and my friend came over just as I asked the couple, "Spreek je Nederlans (sp)? It turns out that they did, and we started talking about how much I love Holland and how I lived in Groningen for a while and etc.
Eventually I told them that I have an E.U. passport given to me by the country of Eire, or Ireland. So, they had just been to the St. Patrick's Day Parade in San Francisco today. Now, they asked me, since you're Irish, can you tell just who is Saint Patrick?
I am such a complete space. When I was at the university, I almost studied Gaelic. But today I couldn't remember who St. Patrick "was." I told them some b.s. and got St. Patrick mixed up with--I think it is--Saint George...and I've been studying Hinduism and Buddhism and have forgotten alot about Christianity.
There must be common knowledge to every culture, I suppose. I'll remember who Bobby Sands was before I'll be able to tell anyone about why San Francisco and other other cities have parades for Saint Patrick of Ireland.
I told them I thought the holiday was just another commercial one for the U.S. They agreed, and then they said that Irish dancing is commercial. I'm not sure I agree with that. Dance is a form of art that transcends commercialism. The Dutch are well-known for their incredible painters: Van Gogh, Rembrandt, de Kooning. The Irish are well-known for their contributions to music and performance. I just told them, " Ireland doesn't have much of an economy." and they said it was--to them--a place that was still backward. No wonder I couldn't remember who St. Patrick is supposed to be.
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Planet Glee rocked again.
I have so much fun when there's a musical guest on the show. So far, the musicians who have been on are new and raw. Last night's guest was a total trip. He calls himself "The Father J. O'Brien." I asked him where the "father" came from. He said it had to do with a group of friends in San Diego, and then he blurted what he was called before and it had some usually-unheard-on-tv words in it. We were on Planet Glee again.
The Father J. O'Brien is in his mid-twenties sings with the wisdom of someone with more life experience. An old soul with an incredible voice (deep like Tom Waits but also with something else--something a J. Mascis voice of inner knowledge and common sense.
We had fun jamming, too. And, we got two callers!! The second caller invited Father J. O'Brien to play at her party on Page Street tonight. She also said that "Miss Planet Glee" could join him on tabla. I thought it was funny and really great.
The Father J. O'Brien is in his mid-twenties sings with the wisdom of someone with more life experience. An old soul with an incredible voice (deep like Tom Waits but also with something else--something a J. Mascis voice of inner knowledge and common sense.
We had fun jamming, too. And, we got two callers!! The second caller invited Father J. O'Brien to play at her party on Page Street tonight. She also said that "Miss Planet Glee" could join him on tabla. I thought it was funny and really great.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
I missed Shivaratri tonight.
Somehow I thought that 2008 might be a good year. What I mean by "good year" is that I'm not so depressed, work is not so depressing, I've found a new place to live, I have a new boyfriend, I possibly have a new job, I have new friends and I'm not so depressed all the time. So far, 2008 has marked a new low in my energy level. I require much more sleep than I did three months ago to function and to feel energetic somewhat.
I thought that 2007 was a decent year. Work was quite difficult (as usual) but this year work seems worse (if that is possible!!!). I have two new assistants and all the students run all over the place. They spill things, put their hands in their bowel-movement-filled diapers, come in the door at 8:30 a.m. screaming at the top of their lungs (I have had a student like this kind before), require that everything be done for them, run off from the group while walking to the breakfast, lunch or elevator areas... The other teachers at the school used to dislike me because I had a decent amount of assistance (at least three assistants or more) and predominantly children in wheelchairs who didn't run around constantly.
What remains unsaid is that I am exhausted. The job is draining beyond belief. Last night I had a psychedelic dream and woke up wondering if I had ACTUALLY had a happy dream. I couldn't sleep well after that. (Yes, the price of "happiness.")
So, tonight, a Wednesday night and my only night in which I don't have a commitment, a Shivaratri celebration and chanting fest is going on at Amma's ashram in San Ramon. My friends asked me to go. All I had to do was drive myself up to upper Haight and back at around midnight. The headlight on my car first went out 4 years ago. Somehow my landlord glued the part of the casing that kept the lamp dry. About 5 weeks ago, the bulb blew out for the first time in 4 years. Last weekend, the bulb blew out again.
I HATE being stopped by U.S. police or other government "enforcers." Actually, the last time I got stopped by a cop was in upper Haight in 2006 for having a brake light out. The cop held onto my driver's license and was talking on the phone for about 10 minutes. This really unnerved me. Somehow I know that Amma's grace would help through any situation, but I find it hard to break through my mundance experience and feelings surrounding freedom. Despite the fact that the route is pre-set, there is more freedom to be found in riding the bus than driving a car! I keep thinking I'm going to get stopped by a cop and really lose my patience or get into an accident due to exhaustion. So, here I am sitting at home. It's time to meditate and go to sleep. I wish everyone a blessed evening.
I thought that 2007 was a decent year. Work was quite difficult (as usual) but this year work seems worse (if that is possible!!!). I have two new assistants and all the students run all over the place. They spill things, put their hands in their bowel-movement-filled diapers, come in the door at 8:30 a.m. screaming at the top of their lungs (I have had a student like this kind before), require that everything be done for them, run off from the group while walking to the breakfast, lunch or elevator areas... The other teachers at the school used to dislike me because I had a decent amount of assistance (at least three assistants or more) and predominantly children in wheelchairs who didn't run around constantly.
What remains unsaid is that I am exhausted. The job is draining beyond belief. Last night I had a psychedelic dream and woke up wondering if I had ACTUALLY had a happy dream. I couldn't sleep well after that. (Yes, the price of "happiness.")
So, tonight, a Wednesday night and my only night in which I don't have a commitment, a Shivaratri celebration and chanting fest is going on at Amma's ashram in San Ramon. My friends asked me to go. All I had to do was drive myself up to upper Haight and back at around midnight. The headlight on my car first went out 4 years ago. Somehow my landlord glued the part of the casing that kept the lamp dry. About 5 weeks ago, the bulb blew out for the first time in 4 years. Last weekend, the bulb blew out again.
I HATE being stopped by U.S. police or other government "enforcers." Actually, the last time I got stopped by a cop was in upper Haight in 2006 for having a brake light out. The cop held onto my driver's license and was talking on the phone for about 10 minutes. This really unnerved me. Somehow I know that Amma's grace would help through any situation, but I find it hard to break through my mundance experience and feelings surrounding freedom. Despite the fact that the route is pre-set, there is more freedom to be found in riding the bus than driving a car! I keep thinking I'm going to get stopped by a cop and really lose my patience or get into an accident due to exhaustion. So, here I am sitting at home. It's time to meditate and go to sleep. I wish everyone a blessed evening.
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Listening to The Smiths and this week, among other things.
For the past week, I've felt weird, because I've had a sinus infection and a cold. There seem to be things that go wrong when one is not "well," I suppose. The littlest annoyance has univeral and cosmic significance.
Meanwhile, back in August I discovered a Morrissey cd at the thrift store. The cd is called "Bona Drag." In any case, I got into listening to his lyrics and melodies. When The Smiths were happening in the eighties, I wasn't into them AT ALL. I was a complete and total punk girl. No frilly Smiths for me, thank you. I suppose if I could have gotten past their style (not fast or hard enough for me then), I could have listened to lyrics that were, in fact, quite political and addressed alot of issues about love and death, among other things.
I bought "Meat is Murder" a month or so ago. It has a young British soldier on the cover replicated four times into a square. Respect for all life forms is more than evident in this cd. I could go on, but I'm not typing very well right now. M Ore later.
Meanwhile, back in August I discovered a Morrissey cd at the thrift store. The cd is called "Bona Drag." In any case, I got into listening to his lyrics and melodies. When The Smiths were happening in the eighties, I wasn't into them AT ALL. I was a complete and total punk girl. No frilly Smiths for me, thank you. I suppose if I could have gotten past their style (not fast or hard enough for me then), I could have listened to lyrics that were, in fact, quite political and addressed alot of issues about love and death, among other things.
I bought "Meat is Murder" a month or so ago. It has a young British soldier on the cover replicated four times into a square. Respect for all life forms is more than evident in this cd. I could go on, but I'm not typing very well right now. M Ore later.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Planet Glee is punk--if you want!
Tonight found me in the Flash studio at accessf for another production of Planet Glee. I brought a Ganesh with me, because I couldn't find my bag with the crystals I usually use. Of course, Ganesh brought many blessings to the show.
Although my guest admitted he was nervous at the beginning of the show, all was told and not told on the show tonight. My guest was a friend of mine, Dave Taub, who has studied comedy at a comedy school here in San Francisco. He is a funny guy, and we had alot of larfs this evening.
I didn't know that his schtick was going to be the US presidential election. He flatly told me on air that he was voting for himself for president and he wasn't taking any donations to his campaign. It went on for a while. The political system in this country is abominably inhumane. But do I want to talk about that on Planet Glee?
You were correct if you wrote "NOTA." That's what one of my family said when they referred to the February California elections.
And, meanwhile, we got three callers! It was memorable. The people who called in were not rude or drunk or something. They were sincere and honest and were thinking about justice and peace and desirable states of being. I felt so honored that they were watching my show. It is kind of a punk meets new age alternitiva.
For the musical portion of the show, Dave sang a medley of songs about peace while I tried to play four/four on my tabla. It was really hilarious.
Although my guest admitted he was nervous at the beginning of the show, all was told and not told on the show tonight. My guest was a friend of mine, Dave Taub, who has studied comedy at a comedy school here in San Francisco. He is a funny guy, and we had alot of larfs this evening.
I didn't know that his schtick was going to be the US presidential election. He flatly told me on air that he was voting for himself for president and he wasn't taking any donations to his campaign. It went on for a while. The political system in this country is abominably inhumane. But do I want to talk about that on Planet Glee?
You were correct if you wrote "NOTA." That's what one of my family said when they referred to the February California elections.
And, meanwhile, we got three callers! It was memorable. The people who called in were not rude or drunk or something. They were sincere and honest and were thinking about justice and peace and desirable states of being. I felt so honored that they were watching my show. It is kind of a punk meets new age alternitiva.
For the musical portion of the show, Dave sang a medley of songs about peace while I tried to play four/four on my tabla. It was really hilarious.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Another Planet Glee evening.
It seems that all I feel like writing about is the show. I still haven't returned the broken DVD player, so I haven't watched any of the films I want to review like Faute a Fidel, for example.
Meanwhile, the show was really fun. I was worried that it was becoming more like a job than something really inspiring. But I met two musicians this past Friday whom I liked a lot.
Back in December I put out an ad in craigslist for musicians for a cable tv show. I got about 10 responses only. Some of the music was not what I would want to feature on my show. SO, I did respond to someone whose music is atmospheric and ambient. He is from the band Five-Eyed Hand. (They have a really cool logo, by the way.) He brought with him a spoken-word/singer who wrote about the Buddha with sincerity and movement.
These two thoughtful performers were on this past Friday night. And, as I couldn't have guessed, a caller on PCP (seemingly) called to "sing" with the guitar through the phone. I decided to let it happen. Actually, I thought the caller was a friend of one of the musicians. The caller started going on about defecation and sexual acts, and I thought, this is Planet Glee... But the guy was not a friend of the musicians. Even so, he kept calling.
We had fun anyway...
Meanwhile, the show was really fun. I was worried that it was becoming more like a job than something really inspiring. But I met two musicians this past Friday whom I liked a lot.
Back in December I put out an ad in craigslist for musicians for a cable tv show. I got about 10 responses only. Some of the music was not what I would want to feature on my show. SO, I did respond to someone whose music is atmospheric and ambient. He is from the band Five-Eyed Hand. (They have a really cool logo, by the way.) He brought with him a spoken-word/singer who wrote about the Buddha with sincerity and movement.
These two thoughtful performers were on this past Friday night. And, as I couldn't have guessed, a caller on PCP (seemingly) called to "sing" with the guitar through the phone. I decided to let it happen. Actually, I thought the caller was a friend of one of the musicians. The caller started going on about defecation and sexual acts, and I thought, this is Planet Glee... But the guy was not a friend of the musicians. Even so, he kept calling.
We had fun anyway...
Friday, February 08, 2008
What a weird and wonderful night.
Another edition of Planet Glee took place this evening. I dropped off my car at the garage on Valencia to leave it until tomorrow. I hope major things are not wrong with it. Taking the bus can be difficult!!! Tonight I walked six blocks on Valencia from 16th to 23rd--no bus in sight.
Meanwhile the show went ok. I need to get a refresher on the Flash studio course. I don't know how to turn on the cameras nor the monitor. Tonight the person who helps me get set up was sick. I had to type in the character generator. My guest was sitting there while I was typing her name in. She could see in the monitor what her name looked like. After I got home (along the way a local Bernal guy asked me for Bro Jud's phone number--I didn't give it to him because he was drunk), my guest called to say that her last name was this and not that.
It's all good, is what I have to say about it. At first, after I had listened to the message, I thought, "But you were sitting right there--couldn't you have corrected me then?" But it's nobody's fault. As Bro Jud would say: it was cosmic humor.
All the while I've been missing some good films, and I still don't have a dvd player. That is why I have not reviewed any films in a while. Because most people are celebrating Chinese New Year, and because I can make masks, a teacher at the school where I work asked me to make a mask of Father Heaven and one of Father Earth.
She could have at least have given me materials. I should have asked for them. I really have my own art projects to do. But I feel that I can use the masks in my portfolio of art I didn't get paid to do. I am hoping that my payment will be in receiving a new assistant in addition to the ones I have working with me on the job!
Meanwhile the show went ok. I need to get a refresher on the Flash studio course. I don't know how to turn on the cameras nor the monitor. Tonight the person who helps me get set up was sick. I had to type in the character generator. My guest was sitting there while I was typing her name in. She could see in the monitor what her name looked like. After I got home (along the way a local Bernal guy asked me for Bro Jud's phone number--I didn't give it to him because he was drunk), my guest called to say that her last name was this and not that.
It's all good, is what I have to say about it. At first, after I had listened to the message, I thought, "But you were sitting right there--couldn't you have corrected me then?" But it's nobody's fault. As Bro Jud would say: it was cosmic humor.
All the while I've been missing some good films, and I still don't have a dvd player. That is why I have not reviewed any films in a while. Because most people are celebrating Chinese New Year, and because I can make masks, a teacher at the school where I work asked me to make a mask of Father Heaven and one of Father Earth.
She could have at least have given me materials. I should have asked for them. I really have my own art projects to do. But I feel that I can use the masks in my portfolio of art I didn't get paid to do. I am hoping that my payment will be in receiving a new assistant in addition to the ones I have working with me on the job!
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Planet Glee was a huge larf.
Friday night saw another version of the SF Live call-in show Planet Glee. Friday night must bring it out in those of us who consider Saturday and Sunday the "weekend." Anyway, Bro Jud Presmont was my guest along with his friend and filmmaker Larry Sweetman. I have known Bro Jud for years. I have been on The Bro Jud on Love Energy show for years. It was the first time that I was interviewing Jud on my own show--as it were!
Bro Jud's adage, "if it ain't fun, it won't get done" was in full force that evening. Every guest I've had has worried about what we're going to talk about. I worry that no one will call in to ask a question or liven up the show. After all, everything is political, and that's Planet Glee's message.
Larry Sweetman had returned recently from Ecuador with a film production ensemble from Oakland. Together they documented the ravaging of the rainforest and its effects on the people who live there by American oil companies. Now this Planet Glee guest is to document Bro Jud's efforts to get his "Plan" and ideas heard. Mr. Sweetman is from Ireland.
I don't think that Jud knows my last name. Often, a person's last name points to a particular culture or ethnicity. Like Larry, I grew up in a culture dominated by Irish music, conversation, customs, etc. When Jud called said that the Irish represent the most Neanderthal of people, Larry and I couldn't stop laughing.
Bro Jud's adage, "if it ain't fun, it won't get done" was in full force that evening. Every guest I've had has worried about what we're going to talk about. I worry that no one will call in to ask a question or liven up the show. After all, everything is political, and that's Planet Glee's message.
Larry Sweetman had returned recently from Ecuador with a film production ensemble from Oakland. Together they documented the ravaging of the rainforest and its effects on the people who live there by American oil companies. Now this Planet Glee guest is to document Bro Jud's efforts to get his "Plan" and ideas heard. Mr. Sweetman is from Ireland.
I don't think that Jud knows my last name. Often, a person's last name points to a particular culture or ethnicity. Like Larry, I grew up in a culture dominated by Irish music, conversation, customs, etc. When Jud called said that the Irish represent the most Neanderthal of people, Larry and I couldn't stop laughing.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Why doesn't ESP work on the people we really want to contact?
Today I was looking at an object that someone had given me last year. I was thinking that I'd like to contact this person so that I could finish the art piece--a linocut. This person has a press. We went out once, and I think we could hit it off as friends--but not in the romantic sense.
So, of course, I was just thinking about this person at noon today (I had the day off for "end of the semester"--believe me, I'm not complaining!!!). I got home from yoga class tonight, happily groggy, to see that this person had sent me a mail today. I hadn't heard from him since Thanksgiving.
Now, my question is this: if I can think about someone and they call, especially someone I haven't conversed with in a long time, why can't I think of someone I just saw last week and have them call me?
Tonight I spoke with one of the major thinkers at Psychic Horizons about karma. She said that karma is made up of images and thoughts and actions that have to be gotten to, have to be centered upon and resolved. Fair enough, I thought. Perhaps there is more to this than my rigid brain wants to let in. It's tough that my non-frigid libido always gets in the way!!!!
So, of course, I was just thinking about this person at noon today (I had the day off for "end of the semester"--believe me, I'm not complaining!!!). I got home from yoga class tonight, happily groggy, to see that this person had sent me a mail today. I hadn't heard from him since Thanksgiving.
Now, my question is this: if I can think about someone and they call, especially someone I haven't conversed with in a long time, why can't I think of someone I just saw last week and have them call me?
Tonight I spoke with one of the major thinkers at Psychic Horizons about karma. She said that karma is made up of images and thoughts and actions that have to be gotten to, have to be centered upon and resolved. Fair enough, I thought. Perhaps there is more to this than my rigid brain wants to let in. It's tough that my non-frigid libido always gets in the way!!!!
Monday, January 21, 2008
Parce que je suis folle.
Last night I went to the ashram in San Ramon. It was so beautiful, the indigo-black sky dotted with stars, with Mars about 2 feet away from a nearly-full Moon.
It was fitting that we talked about astrology...Vedic Astrology. Our friend Mark checked out a book from Amma's library called Vedic Astrology without Tears. I spoke with Sadasiva about the Moon and Mars at dinner after the meditation. He asked me, "Are you feeling angry tonight?" I had to say, no, I wasn't feeling angry. I was just feeling confused because I couldn't meditate. All these memories from the past kept coming up--even Moises. I thought I had forgotten about him.
I asked Sadasiva if he had dated many women from the ashram. He said, yes, he had, and one of those women was at the ashram that evening. He said that Amma throws alot of karmic relationships his way. I said that I have had similar experiences. In 2002 I made out with a guy who was probably 19 or so. When Moises and I got together in 2005, he was 23. The woman Sadasiva had had a relationship with was younger than him also. She came by as he and I began standing up, and he was quick to stop her to talk with him.
Have I learned a lesson from this? I think it's his karma to be lost in the land of wanting a relationship based upon experience rather than appropriateness. I hope that all the relationships I've had have had some love energy--despite the painful karma--swirling among them.
It was fitting that we talked about astrology...Vedic Astrology. Our friend Mark checked out a book from Amma's library called Vedic Astrology without Tears. I spoke with Sadasiva about the Moon and Mars at dinner after the meditation. He asked me, "Are you feeling angry tonight?" I had to say, no, I wasn't feeling angry. I was just feeling confused because I couldn't meditate. All these memories from the past kept coming up--even Moises. I thought I had forgotten about him.
I asked Sadasiva if he had dated many women from the ashram. He said, yes, he had, and one of those women was at the ashram that evening. He said that Amma throws alot of karmic relationships his way. I said that I have had similar experiences. In 2002 I made out with a guy who was probably 19 or so. When Moises and I got together in 2005, he was 23. The woman Sadasiva had had a relationship with was younger than him also. She came by as he and I began standing up, and he was quick to stop her to talk with him.
Have I learned a lesson from this? I think it's his karma to be lost in the land of wanting a relationship based upon experience rather than appropriateness. I hope that all the relationships I've had have had some love energy--despite the painful karma--swirling among them.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Special Education, or, how much attention do you need?
I never complain much about teaching Special Education for the past 10 years. Tonight I was just recalling a time when, during an IEP meeting with about ten people present, I got up and walked out, crying. The emotional pressure was too much; I couldn't handle what the "therapist" was saying about this child with cerebral palsy. The therapist wanted to demit the child from services, and I completely disagreed.
It still happens now that a therapist will demit a child because, supposedly, the child is making no progress. Can I do that, too? Can I tell a parent not to send the child to school because no progress is being made? Whose fault is it?
There is constant attention which must be given to my students with severe impairments. Thankfully, some of them are learning how to use the toilet. But some of them still hit other kids and hurt other kids or refuse to walk or just lie down and scream.
It is my belief in bhakti yoga and Amma that helps me stay afloat in this turbulent ocean. Last year I had four paras, but two of them were out to stab me in the back every day. This year, I have only two paras and more kids. These paras are sweet and have great intentions, but we are understaffed. It is about time that I did something proactive about this situation. I am working too hard, and I have to tell someone who can help me. I already typed up an 8-page table on what all the kids do and what all the adults do to help them. This report was written in November. I still have not heard anything from the Special Education department.
It's ok to feel sorry for me. I do!!!
It still happens now that a therapist will demit a child because, supposedly, the child is making no progress. Can I do that, too? Can I tell a parent not to send the child to school because no progress is being made? Whose fault is it?
There is constant attention which must be given to my students with severe impairments. Thankfully, some of them are learning how to use the toilet. But some of them still hit other kids and hurt other kids or refuse to walk or just lie down and scream.
It is my belief in bhakti yoga and Amma that helps me stay afloat in this turbulent ocean. Last year I had four paras, but two of them were out to stab me in the back every day. This year, I have only two paras and more kids. These paras are sweet and have great intentions, but we are understaffed. It is about time that I did something proactive about this situation. I am working too hard, and I have to tell someone who can help me. I already typed up an 8-page table on what all the kids do and what all the adults do to help them. This report was written in November. I still have not heard anything from the Special Education department.
It's ok to feel sorry for me. I do!!!
Friday, January 11, 2008
The Unicorn, or how high are you.
Tonight the Planet Glee show was really fun. We fixed the cameras and lighting, and I have been so happy that is Friday and I don't have to get up and do public service tomorrow. It's much more entertaining to do the show. I wish this could be my form of public service rather than trying to provide developmental instances for children with severe cognitive disabilities.
Nonetheless I was in a rare mood this evening. I brought a 4" squarish, pointed rose quartz crystal to keep on the desk to channel good, loving vibrations. My guests, Tobias from Total Care Massage and Sam from Sleeping Buddha Massage Therapy were all set; we were all relaxed. We were told it was air time, and I put the crystal on my forehead because I had a slight headache. I told the camera (the viewers, I guess--I don't assume anything!) that I was a unicorn with a headache. I also had a hood on which made me look like a milkmaid (the rainy weather has brought out the braids again).
We got a call almost right away. The caller told me I looked like I was high on something and that he could tell me what would be the best stuff to get high on. I got a little shy, but I said that I was high on Friday and whatever. We stayed talking for about 2 minutes. He said he was watching the show. That's the point, isn't it? I was enthralled with the exchange. Someone else suggested that I should have hung up on him. NO way!
Meanwhile, the rest of the show was fun. We had three more callers. Next Friday there will be a reflexologist on the show...all about feet!!!
I do miss jamming. I'm looking for musicians who can jam with me on the show. I put out a craigslist ad, and I got some good responses. The musicians want to hear my stuff. Let's put it this way: I'm good at faking it!!!
Nonetheless I was in a rare mood this evening. I brought a 4" squarish, pointed rose quartz crystal to keep on the desk to channel good, loving vibrations. My guests, Tobias from Total Care Massage and Sam from Sleeping Buddha Massage Therapy were all set; we were all relaxed. We were told it was air time, and I put the crystal on my forehead because I had a slight headache. I told the camera (the viewers, I guess--I don't assume anything!) that I was a unicorn with a headache. I also had a hood on which made me look like a milkmaid (the rainy weather has brought out the braids again).
We got a call almost right away. The caller told me I looked like I was high on something and that he could tell me what would be the best stuff to get high on. I got a little shy, but I said that I was high on Friday and whatever. We stayed talking for about 2 minutes. He said he was watching the show. That's the point, isn't it? I was enthralled with the exchange. Someone else suggested that I should have hung up on him. NO way!
Meanwhile, the rest of the show was fun. We had three more callers. Next Friday there will be a reflexologist on the show...all about feet!!!
I do miss jamming. I'm looking for musicians who can jam with me on the show. I put out a craigslist ad, and I got some good responses. The musicians want to hear my stuff. Let's put it this way: I'm good at faking it!!!
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Venus is in Scorpio, or Planet Glee
I remember really liking the writings of Theodor Adorno. He was part of the reading list for a one of my courses in Marxist criticism at Berkeley. Somehow now he is reminding me of Kierkegaard, the either/or. Oh, I'm writing about my title for this blog. I wrote a paper on Adorno called 'Theodor, or the Adornos.'
Venus is in Scorpio now and for a while. Jupiter is in Sagittarius, which is a good thing. Some things can seem dark, but the idealim of a strong Jupiter can keep the boat afloat and more.
Meanwhile, tomorrow is another night of Planet Glee. We will try to fix the cameras to give the illusion that we are not in a fishbowl like in the other shows. My guests will be massage therapists demonstrating some techniques and best practices. Planet Glee is a call-in show. It's on channel 76 in San Francisco at 7 p.m. on Fridays.
Venus is in Scorpio now and for a while. Jupiter is in Sagittarius, which is a good thing. Some things can seem dark, but the idealim of a strong Jupiter can keep the boat afloat and more.
Meanwhile, tomorrow is another night of Planet Glee. We will try to fix the cameras to give the illusion that we are not in a fishbowl like in the other shows. My guests will be massage therapists demonstrating some techniques and best practices. Planet Glee is a call-in show. It's on channel 76 in San Francisco at 7 p.m. on Fridays.
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Happy New Year to me.
I spent most of last week going to sleep early. Back to work, and I didn't want to be sleep-deprived given the weird emotional nature of the beginning of a new year. On my first day back to work, at 6:25 am, I was trying to pick up the striped kitten Pablo and he got skittish, his back paw leaving an almost 2" slice of cat claw in my index finger on my dominant hand.
But I stayed steadfast in my desire to return to work and do what I had to do. I'm glad I had my Elmo bandaids.
Meanwhile, I did the chance to see two films WHEN THE CAT"S AWAY (CHACUN CHERCHEZ LE CHAT) and THE BUDDHA OF SUBURBIA. I hadn't seen either film for almost three years. What do they have in common?
But I stayed steadfast in my desire to return to work and do what I had to do. I'm glad I had my Elmo bandaids.
Meanwhile, I did the chance to see two films WHEN THE CAT"S AWAY (CHACUN CHERCHEZ LE CHAT) and THE BUDDHA OF SUBURBIA. I hadn't seen either film for almost three years. What do they have in common?
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