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This is a letter I sent to a very good f riend of mine. So far the "holidays" have sucked for me.

It's good to know you'll be back in Europe again. Great stuff that you're studying for. I have been teaching at the same school for over 13 years and I am very tired of it!!! There are alot of political things going on with the teacher whose SPED room is next to mine--without a proper wall (it's one of those sliding walls.. Anyway, this new teacher is trying to get everything she can from anybody, including me. It's quite distressing, but I stand my ground.

I've been supra-stressed. This birthday for me was so pathetic compared to last year's. I had no one to spend my birthday with in the evening, but my friend who owns the Thai/Indian store invited me over for dinner with her husband.

Last night I made t he mistake (for the billionth and beyond) time of going out to dinner with a woman I know from Burma who when she is put in a situation where a friend has an interest in flirting with the waiter that she makes sure he only looks at her. She is about 4 or 5 years older than me, but her skin in perfect. She wouldn't admit that she was trying to get all the attention she could. And I knew that this guy is new here and was trying to show me that he wasn't into getting to know me anymore. What is distressing is that this woman couldn't have said, "sorry, I took advantage of the situation..." don't be upset with me... Instead, she leaves a message for me saying she can't go out tonight (as if I would want to) because she has to do something else but that I should "try to relax," "be happy." How mindlessly cruel.

It's great that you're studying psychology...it's kind of maddening for me in dealing with people I know have the "me, me, me and then me again" pathology!!!

Thanks for helping me laugh at this. I'm on vacation!!! This week will be better!!!

Shed any psychological insight you can or want to!!

The Warfield, The Cult and The Immigrant Song

I am getting disgusted. Craig Ferguson is talking about his birth culture on american television, trying to be sexy or something. What makes it funny is that he is wearing a french/italian, humongous, cookie monster chef's hat. It is the day before thanksgiving. I hope not as many turkeys are killed this year...truthahn, in german. Thanksgiving is gross and incessant...let's go down to the the reservation.

It will be really awesome to be able to drown my skull in music. Tonight I went out to the Warfield where I saw The Wiz and Run DMC and The Red Hot Chili Peppers in the late eighties. It was weird seeing "Jason Bonham's Led Zeppeling Tribute Band" tonight. They didn't play any of the songs from Led Zeppelin III. I looked up "Gallows Pole" on youtube, and it is actually Lead Belly song. And then I looked at Odette's version and her very different guitar.

THEN, bored and vegan, I was looking at Facebook and saw a posting for a show for The Cult in England. I love them so much. I saw them at the Warfield. I was so involved that I didn't look at the mural of the angels on the arch of the upper level seating. When they came out, I really wanted to see them and I still do.

And, why didn't I get to hear "The Immigrant Song."

The Cult - Wildflower - BBC Broadcast 1987

OMG, Veteran's Day, piercings and meditation

I used to never like Veteran's Day--too depressing. Every radio or television show would recount some historical event for veterans in war...what a downer!!! My deceased and beloved friend, Bro Jud Presmont (look him up on Wikipedia) was a veteran. He told everyone that he had been diagnosed with PTSD and paranoid schizophrenia. I don't remember his ever having taken anti-psychotic medications, though. Apparently it really manifested itself when Jud was at Bellevue Hospital in NYC for "delusions of grandeur." He had declared himself the founder of a new religion. This religion had as its centerpiece an African woman who jumps out of a comic strip. Her name is Kerista.

All the time I knew Jud I never really understood Kerista fully. He had many pieces of artwork and writings on the subject. Perhaps there should be a Keristan Museum somewhere, either in New York City or San Francisco. That would be cool.

Meanwhile, all the day was spent in dreamland for me. I did wake up early--around noon. But the weather was so dreamy and I didn't want to care about anything. SO, I went to Braindrops and tried out a new piercing. That's what I do when I'm feeling like having some physical sensation without getting injured.

Tonight I had a meditation class...psychic meditation. I think this time the meditation-- and all I'm working on it--will change my life. This sounds horribly corny, and I can't believe I'm writing it.

Nico - These Days

Missing Joaquin Tonight, Diwalii and what about the bathroom

My cat's name is Joaquin. He is not specifically named after the famous actor...the one from QUILLS and latest film which I reviewed back when it came out in theatres. The one in which Joaquin P. is trying to portray a person with bipolar disorder. From his performance in that film one does not get the impression that the character's bipolar disorder really affects his relationships. We see others around him getting turned off or whatever, but JP's character doesn't really seem like a person of greatly differing moods.

In I'M STILL HERE, this actor is followed around by a camera that takes him through his public life as a-Hollywood actor, someone with some dreads in the back and some long unruly beard. Actually one gets the feeling that they're looking at the old guy in the Dora cartoons. I wanted to see this documentary tonight, but I'm lazy and have to clean the bathroom. I have some videotape to go through from the Day of the Dead procession. It came out too dark, but I think I'm going to have fun painting it in light values later.

I'm so damned bored. DOes this mean I'm damned angry? Maybe. I don't want to clean the bathroom...I should post a picture of it here. There are so many containers of skin care products that I've tried...all boring. My cd player isn't working. I bought some oil at Rainbow called

Amma, the ashram, dancing, astrology, morrissey, diego luna

OMG! Today I woke up feeling very loving. I love to look at trees, and I got to see the ones in the back of the house a half-mile away for the first time in a week. Joaquin came and looked over the comforters at me. He stayed and we loved each other until I wanted to get up. The most loving thing to do for me is to drive 50 miles from San Francisco to Amma's ashram. Tonight was the last celebration of the Hindu goddesses, the main ones. There was South Indian dancing afterward which I really tripped on. The rhythm of this dancing is a slight bit like bhangra...duh.

Anyway, I'm tired and I wanted to wonder how diego luna is on my twitter? I discovered this after thinking about what little Sadasiva, a Vedic astrologer here in San francisco, whom I gave a ride home to after the ashram. was saying about astrology. He wasn't even discussing the incredible moon or something I said about mercury. And, of course, the underground discussion going on on another plane, about Scorpio and Venus.

Then I came home and turned on The Smith's Meat is Murder, burned some flower candles to the goddesses and browsed the net. Somehow a group about Glee News is now one of my followers. What is that show about? I can't deal with Fox at all...mindless mind-warping.

Outside Lands, outside galaxies, inside the bathroom...

There are two concerts going on this weekend, with tons of musicians and trees and outside, hence the name Outside Lands...I guess! Needless to say, I wanted to go this year. I always love to see Social Distortion, I have never seen Cat Power, Al Green, or a billion others of the bands. I've seen Furthur, and all the fog would make the bands more green-gray in the night.

With Saturn still in the house of my moon in Virgo, the fog makes me very what-I-don't-know-but-wish-I-did and all that. Men love to make fun of women. 'And if the day came when I felt a natural emotion..." (I'm listening to The Smiths.) Sarcasm kills all love.

Had the opportunity to watch a most manly movie full of sarcasm toward women called THE HOT TUB TIME MACHINE or something like that. When my friend asked me if I wanted to watch a couple of other films I chose the dumbest one and then thought, I think I want to be in a hot tub right now. It has been freezing here in San Francisco for so many days. We are lucky that is all we have to complain about. My main complaint about this film was that the bathroom was a spectator spot and that even puking wasn't funny.

Flaming Lips & Cat Power- War Pigs (Cover)

New Planet Glees and returning to waking early

This summer has been very bizaare for me. Oh well, and then what will happen next? For the moment the new Planet Glees that are being posted to youtube for the first time is the most exciting thing happening for me right now. Tomorrow I have to get up at 7 a.m. I got up around that time yesterday and the day before. Yes, I work an early morning, full-time job. I'm so bored with my "day job"--how can this be? In this case, dollars come into play. I don't get paid to do Planet Glee, but I do get paid to do a service. To do the service, I need to be pretty creative. I hope the lack of sleep doesn't get to me too soon!!!

Planet Glee SF

Watch what you ask for and make sure if you get it...

Summers in San Francisco are often blah for me. I can't get excited about them sometimes. At least, back in June, we had a few days in which the sun was shining and the temperature was around 80 degrees. I went to the Dolores Park beach with my friend from Burma and we hung out in the shade and listened to the sunshine. Afterward we went to Udupi and I got to sit there in the restaurant with hardly any clothes on. What bliss...

For some reason the July 4th "holiday" brings me alot of angst. I have written a song about it. Next year I'm going to post my version of my song from my old band Martyr Mia and put it on Facebook and Twitter--on July 4th. Or, even better, I will be travelling in Southeast Asia with my new boyfriend. In any case, this 4th of July I received a drag of a present. On Monday, July 5th I woke up with intense pain everywhere in my body. Since that day I have been suffering from a pinched radial nerve in my neck which spans the whole right side of my upper body...yay. I never thought I would want more electricity in the acupuncture needles than I could normally handle!!!

SO, besides the fact that it's been the polar arctic here in the upper Haight for most of July, I have been in severe and debilitating pain with the most serious injury of my life. Yet I can't continue to complain and moan about it. There is someone dear to me and to the people with whom I live who is completely dying at this very moment in the hospital. She is on life support and in unimaginable pain. She refused to have both of her legs amputated, because, by this time, after 3 heart surgeries, three-days-per-week dialysis treatments, a stroke, and no longer being able to talk but still conscious, she has decided the other side is much more appealing.

This is the second time now that I have seen someone fight back against the ravages of the body. My friend Margaret who is on several Planet Glee episodes on YouTube went through the kind of pain that I have never experienced. And then I get depressed because my arm hurts. Ever since I was a child I got more depressed in the summer. I am very sad for the family of my friend tonight. She is my motivation to sit in meditation every night again.

Tibetan Endangered Music Project

Aswat's Winter Concert 2009!

A French Guy and The Truck

I've gotten home from shooting tonght. It was a total trip. I had a lot of fun. When I returned, I wanted to listen to "Siamese Dream" by The Smashing Pumpkins. Then I remembered the time back in October, my favorite month of the year, when I met a French guy from an online site. He was like eating ice cream when we kissed and he was really into my lips. I DiD not have sex with this person, even though he came over to my house and brought pineapple juice, cadbury cookies and some other chocolate thing...how francais, how cliche, que aburrida.

The Truck was more than boring...it was really hilarious. It is a gay guy's bar in the Mission. It has a little patio outside where you can sit next to the railing with old truck backgates hanging off as banners. It even has the name of the place crafted from metal...

I walked in and there was some Britpop playing with stage area vibrating with neo-psychedelic images on a silver curtain, with a huge red neon arrow toward the stage. What does this hae to do with French people? I don't know...the costumed aspect of things at a transgender show. One performer, smashed lipstick all over his lips in a dark reddish-purple and sang "Why Can't We live Together?" It must have been the lipstick...and the fact that one of the younger guys there looked like Cat Stevens...moonshadow...moon in aquarius.

It's about time to be in a New Year...the year of...?

I think it's the year of the pussycat...within. I should look up what year it is in the Aztec cosmology and in other time systems. But the pussycat within me is feeling like playing. Yesterday I was in Rainbow Grocery, noted shopping venue of the trendy and the rich, and, I suppose, the physically and mentally healthy (like me, hahaha). In any case, there in the granola section was to be found a most angelic man with hooded black, sexy, I'm not looking through you just into you, eyes. He was wearing a cloud-blue tight t-shirt that he must have worn in high school or found to look like he was still in high school.

And it goes on...I was putting on make-up in that section of Rainbow--some grass green on the lids and ruby red lip gloss, some chalk-white on the rest of the lids, placed some cream on and etc., turned around after spying in the mirror a few times, and there he was. He was standing with his cell phone trying to look like he was texting someone. Believe me when I say I starED at him when I was putting my goods in my bag in line.

Listening to New ORder...so happy. Maybe Spring is coming early.

Saw two films this past weekend: GOODBYE SOLO and FUNNY PEOPLE. The first was A NIGHT ON EARTH about an Senegalese man with a huge heart who called all the men around his taxi cab "big dog." One of the big dogs was a senior citizen Harley guy from the South (the film is set in one of the Carolinas or something) who pays Solo to take him to a famous peak where the wind blows everything back. Solo doesn't want this man to kill himself. That is the urge of the kitty. To Heal.

Some people say that laughter is the best medicine, right? FUNNY PEOPLE is kind of funny. It is long. It has the old "bossy boy," Adam Sandler in it...as a man over forty!!! Now that's funny.

Reaaaahrrrr. The kitty wants to play this year.