Saturday, December 31, 2005

well, if Nina's Feelin' Good.....

The hot pink heels are packed and I am just sipping a little hangover coffee before running to work and then to the airport where I will board a plane that will land at 10pm. Hop in a cab and get to the slut's house just in time to make the party really start.

Time for some reflection: Ahh 2005. You stunk. Let's get back to the even numbers. 2006 has many factors, so I'll break it down to goold ol' 26 (my age as of April) and say that any year that is divisible by 1, 2, 13, and 26 isn't bad. Much better than something as little as 1, 5, and 25, but so not as good as a year that was divisible by 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 8, 12, and 24. So to all you kids turning 24 this year: have fun, 24 is awesome.

What's that you say? You want an image with a link of an awesome song? Okaaayyy.....


Friday, December 30, 2005

Let's just talk about it

Let's talk about art. I like it.

Let's talk about JAO. I like her.

She is cool.

In November, I saw her perform in "La Sistina Infinita" as half of *The Unruly Julies* and was awed by the wonderful display of awesomeness. What they did is reproduce the Sistine Chapel in 30 minutes. As I was watching them paint, I thought, "I would like to buy one of those." But the show ends in the Julies destorying all of the work (they paint over everything in blue) and then they throw it away. I was sad, but it made me realize that the art was not the paper, but the performance.

Back to the point, the real meaning of this post, JAO (click on the image to go to her website):

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Money isn't everything....music is.

I just figured out how to get the internet in my home. It only took me four months. I'm so excited that I think I just threw up a little bit. I don't know, maybe it's my iron deficiency brought on my extreme poverty/drinking. Ahh well. In celebration of my inauguration to the modern world I am going to put up this picture, one of my most favorite pages of my notebook: they is. This is a bit from the Tobias Wolff story "Bullet in the Brain." If you haven't read this story, shame on you, go read it. I'm also linking a song by my favorite band/man, Soltero. Good song. Good story. Good day.



....now if I could only figure out the dvd player.

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

I believed in what I saw

These are quotes in the cd jacket for The Manic Street Preachers greatest hits/remix cd. I have mixed feelings about quotes. They're great to carry around and use as little mottos, but they're also complete lies. Because they're taken out of context and misused most of the time. Who knows how to interpret a sentence all by itself? Still, I like to write them in my notebook. Most of the pages of the notebook are little quotes overheard or read somewhere. Nothing is in context then, is it? Everything is stolen. Yeah. I like that. Everything is stolen.




Speaking of (stolen) quotes. There's a Jack Kerouac quote I really like, "Everything I wrote was true because I believed in what I saw." Well, there's no way to top that. My whole paragraph above is just me trying to say what JK sums up in one line. I've linked a song to the image above. The song is "Yeah, I'm in love with an android" by Say Hi To Your Mom. So appropriate.

Saturday, December 24, 2005

Happy Holidoo-wop

We'll start with the holiday robot. He's all kinds of "Hark the Herald Angels Sing"




Last week, Mr. Carlos and I had our office holiday party at Miss Olly's, a fantastic bar off the Berwyn stop (red line). I love Miss Olly and will put her on my list of things I'm thankful for next November. Mr. Carlos and the Mr. and I sat at the end of the bar and enjoyed pitchers and shots and I noticed this niceness above the bar. It warmed my heart and made me feel at home, even without the drunken happiness:





I am related to this lady. Every day I thank Jeezus for that.


Friday, December 23, 2005

Wine night memories and robots

Ahh, home, sweet, suburban wasteland. I am back in the heartland for a brief visit before venturing back into the shoe/dog daycare world. So far I have been treated to brunch and taken a 4 hour nap. Home is nice.

So Monday was the last wine night of 2005 (sob). It also happened to be a cookie decorating party. After my first course of wine and my second course of cheese (w/ wine on the side) I drew a robot on a cookie. Not knowing we were all sharing the cookies, I ate it. It was delicious. But then The Texan had to go and draw a robot on a cookie:





Not to be outdone, I attempted to draw a robot on a cookie:



As you can see, I was outdone.



At this most lovely of wine nights there was a pleasant surprise in the manner of a collage robot made out of keys and other nifty things:





Sometime in the evening, as I was trying to move presents out of the way of my stumbling feet, I found myself face to face with an ornament version of what I look like the first thing in the morning:





And finally, this is a draft of a robot for a patch I made for a friend on mine. The writing is from an installment I saw in LA. I think it translates as "It's only water in the teardrop of a stranger." I put a pic of those words on this blog a while ago. Now you can see it in my context. Actually, it's just a quote from a longer passage that is really, really beautiful. I'll probably post the full text sometime in the near future. Click on the robot to hear a taste of delightful from the Rev. Al Green.



Monday, December 19, 2005

why so sad, robot?

The other day I was walking to work and saw this written in chalk on the sidewalk. It caught my eye for a couple of reasons, 1) I have been working on a story that has a single paragraph (?) of the words "I'm sorry." which I then changed to "I'm tired." and then changed to "She is tired." when I changed the perspective of the story (good move, by the way) It totally changed the meaning of that section, though. 2) Saying "I'm sorry" out loud, especially written in chalk on a sidewalk is sad and beautiful, I think.



I posted a link to the above picture to a website/blog called PostSecret. Check it out.




I have a lot of stories floating around in my brain. Who knows when I'll finally be able to write them down the way I want to. I've tried to write "he was born of the fireflies" more times than I can count. this is all of any of the versions that I still like:





This robot is really fucking, sad:



why so sad, robot?




Actually, this robot reminds me of when I worked in an office and I wanted to unplug myself all. the. time. I am reminded of office work because my friend loaned me seasons 1 and 2 of "The Office" (bbc version) and, 5 episodes in, I am laughing my ass of and really really sad because it really is like that. Really.


Click on the image of the sad robot and you shall be transported to an mp3 of a song called "Gauze" by a band calld "Carissa's Wierd." They used to be on a record label called "Sad Robot Records." Unfortunately, the label is no longer with us. No wonder the robot's sad.

Friday, December 16, 2005

Robots are people too (...?)

It has occurred to me that my language in my posts makes me sound a bit, um, dizzy. Which I am, but that is a little off topic, or on topic? See what I mean?

Should I apologize for my random use of commas, exclamation points, and robots? This is supposed to be a blog about writing from the point of view of a writer, yes?

Well, I suppose it is doing its job. I mean, when I say (or when Raymond Carver said) "Pocket Stuffed with Notes" he wasn't being literal. He was mentioning all the little things that jump into our lives throughout the day that we, as writers, make mental notes of, we get great delight of out little details and we collect those details and think "I'm going to put that in a story/poem/play/whatever!"

So there you go, my brain is filled with all of this randomness and just a fraction gets into my notebook (more pictures to come tomorrow).

I have to get to my macaroni (yum) but first, let me recommend, "The Dress" by Dylan Thomas. It is amazing. It is short story perfection and it is my number one true love.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Happiness=Say Hi To Your Mom is coming to Chicago!!!

Why do I like robots? I don't know, maybe because they're great. This image is from exploding dog (link on the right, yeah, thanks to C. I now know how to put up links, hooray)

I put a link from the image to a song by a band called "The Robot Ate Me" See, it's not just me, everyone knows about robots, when are you going to get on board?


Monday, December 12, 2005

robots, writing, a painting by ed, and dogs

This is my (robot) version of Saint Francis of Assisi, he was down with the animals and the earth. (click on the image to hear a song by a group called "Say Hi to Your Mom" they're really cool and they like robots too)




I wrote some words, and also, I really like the saying "square the circle" and then I read it in a book and I thought, "hey, i like that saying" and wrote it down.




Ed painted this, the words are from a story I wrote called "Subway"




This is Max, he peed on me on Wednesday. Like literally lifted his leg and peed on me.




Sunday, December 04, 2005

Friday, December 02, 2005