Thursday, January 1, 2009
New beginnings...
So much to say. Just figuring out new sign in for this here blog and should be writing something in here by tomorrow. To all my old students, I adore you and miss you and will fill you in soon. I had to do what I had to do. (At least you guys get to GRADUATE from that place! Imagine trying to move up the ladder as an employee. If there even is a ladder, I don't trust the folks holding it.)
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Upcoming show...
Wow, so i'm writing in here. Cool. I will be doing more of this. SO.
I have a show with Eileen (Myles) this Monday, November 24th at Femina Potens, Market St at Sanchez. 8 pm. 10 bucks (NOTA, of course) It's a benefit for sister spit the next generation. C'mon out. Love you.
I have a show with Eileen (Myles) this Monday, November 24th at Femina Potens, Market St at Sanchez. 8 pm. 10 bucks (NOTA, of course) It's a benefit for sister spit the next generation. C'mon out. Love you.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
ah la
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sorry for not posting for so long, if anyone actually looks at this. Working working working. Moving moving moving. Time to leave this place.
something soon.
sorry for not posting for so long, if anyone actually looks at this. Working working working. Moving moving moving. Time to leave this place.
something soon.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
call your senators
I still have the plant in my face. I can't bear to move. Mabybe I will allow it to grow around my computer. Grey Gardens.
Anyway. I have a bunch of stuff to work on, but here is an email from the Drug Policy Alliance- if you haven't heard of them you should check them out.
Remember the Aid Elimination Penalty of the Higher Education Act we’ve been talking about?
It’s the federal law that denies student loans and other education assistance to students convicted of a drug law violation. Tens of thousands of students have been kicked out of college because of it, mostly for simple possession of marijuana.
Momentum is building to repeal this unfair law this year, but we need your help. A few months ago, Rep. Barney Frank (MA) introduced legislation (H.R. 5157) to repeal the Aid Elimination Penalty. It now has 80 co-sponsors, more than enough to show House leadership that there’s support for ending the draconian penalty this year.
On the Senate side, Sen. Christopher Dodd (CT) has introduced legislation (S. 2767) that would give judges the option of letting students keep their school loans as part of a sentencing agreement that ensures they finish college. If enough senators co-sponsor S. 2767 we believe we can pass it this year--and that’s where you come in. Please take a few minutes today to call your two U.S. senators and urge them to co-sponsor S. 2767.
Phone calls will make the biggest impact in this campaign. But if you can't call, you can look up the email addresses and fax numbers for your two U.S. senators at http://www.senate.gov/ .
It is vital that all senators--Democrats and Republicans--hear from you. Congress needs to know that the American people want this law repealed. People shouldn't be discriminated against simply for what they choose to put into their own bodies absent harm to others, and people convicted of drug law violations shouldn’t be denied opportunities to finish school and put their lives back together.
Thank you,
Bill PiperDirector of National AffairsDrug Policy Alliance
Anyway. I have a bunch of stuff to work on, but here is an email from the Drug Policy Alliance- if you haven't heard of them you should check them out.
Remember the Aid Elimination Penalty of the Higher Education Act we’ve been talking about?
It’s the federal law that denies student loans and other education assistance to students convicted of a drug law violation. Tens of thousands of students have been kicked out of college because of it, mostly for simple possession of marijuana.
Momentum is building to repeal this unfair law this year, but we need your help. A few months ago, Rep. Barney Frank (MA) introduced legislation (H.R. 5157) to repeal the Aid Elimination Penalty. It now has 80 co-sponsors, more than enough to show House leadership that there’s support for ending the draconian penalty this year.
On the Senate side, Sen. Christopher Dodd (CT) has introduced legislation (S. 2767) that would give judges the option of letting students keep their school loans as part of a sentencing agreement that ensures they finish college. If enough senators co-sponsor S. 2767 we believe we can pass it this year--and that’s where you come in. Please take a few minutes today to call your two U.S. senators and urge them to co-sponsor S. 2767.
Phone calls will make the biggest impact in this campaign. But if you can't call, you can look up the email addresses and fax numbers for your two U.S. senators at http://www.senate.gov/ .
It is vital that all senators--Democrats and Republicans--hear from you. Congress needs to know that the American people want this law repealed. People shouldn't be discriminated against simply for what they choose to put into their own bodies absent harm to others, and people convicted of drug law violations shouldn’t be denied opportunities to finish school and put their lives back together.
Thank you,
Bill PiperDirector of National AffairsDrug Policy Alliance
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
plants
There’s a plant that has been hanging above my computer station for over a year now. One of those giant dreadlock plants, a succulent, I talk to him and sing to him morning songs, trying not to touch his swollen leaves.
Covered in “enchantment”, as is everything in this northern New Mexican desert town, he bends towards the light in obvious curls, the noontime sun blasting unfettered through layered dust to reach his leaves, engorged.
Instinct would dictate washing his five foot length of vine, spraying him down with a plant-friendly cleanser containing gentle base surfactants or just plain water. Surely he would be happier should he be scrubbed down, every nub polished to a chartreuse shine, making them all the more ready to pull what needed gases from the environment.
My kind of guy, he revels in the filth of his body, deeming it not only unnecessary, but dangerous, to clean him- or even touch him. Even the smallest grazing of his limbs results in another fat, nubby leaf dropping to my keyboard, from where I drop said leaf into a pot behind my computer.
Some of the leaves take root and form new dreads in the pot in front of me; others shrivel up and go dormant, waiting three weeks to decide whether or not to sprout. Most of them don’t take to their new environs, laying stubborn and dispassionate, ashy green on top of the foreign soil of the grave.
Now he has grown past the top of my monitor, his longest vine hangs directly in front of my proboscis, creating a space issue. For those of you who are aware of my magnificent snout, you can see where this would be a problem.
My options are three:
1) Look into rhinoplasty. A doctor in Mexico could probably do it in one outpatient session, on the cheap. I like my nose, though, and surely would regret altering my face.
2) Move the plant. This may seem easier than the nose job, but would jeopardize the life of the plant. And I would miss it, having nobody to sing to in the morning when I’m writing. Clearly, I could alter my volume to accommodate the plant, but separation is hard.
3) Move my work station over a few feet. Again, the singing and separation.
Moving the desk seems the most valid option. We’ll only be a few feet away, and I could still have a peripheral of his silver green aura, could still be close enough to feel his vibration.
Looks like the desk will be moved.
Sorry to have bored you with this minutiae.
Time to walk the dogs and help my husband do the spring cleaning. I want to put my records up safely.
We’re moving, you know.
Covered in “enchantment”, as is everything in this northern New Mexican desert town, he bends towards the light in obvious curls, the noontime sun blasting unfettered through layered dust to reach his leaves, engorged.
Instinct would dictate washing his five foot length of vine, spraying him down with a plant-friendly cleanser containing gentle base surfactants or just plain water. Surely he would be happier should he be scrubbed down, every nub polished to a chartreuse shine, making them all the more ready to pull what needed gases from the environment.
My kind of guy, he revels in the filth of his body, deeming it not only unnecessary, but dangerous, to clean him- or even touch him. Even the smallest grazing of his limbs results in another fat, nubby leaf dropping to my keyboard, from where I drop said leaf into a pot behind my computer.
Some of the leaves take root and form new dreads in the pot in front of me; others shrivel up and go dormant, waiting three weeks to decide whether or not to sprout. Most of them don’t take to their new environs, laying stubborn and dispassionate, ashy green on top of the foreign soil of the grave.
Now he has grown past the top of my monitor, his longest vine hangs directly in front of my proboscis, creating a space issue. For those of you who are aware of my magnificent snout, you can see where this would be a problem.
My options are three:
1) Look into rhinoplasty. A doctor in Mexico could probably do it in one outpatient session, on the cheap. I like my nose, though, and surely would regret altering my face.
2) Move the plant. This may seem easier than the nose job, but would jeopardize the life of the plant. And I would miss it, having nobody to sing to in the morning when I’m writing. Clearly, I could alter my volume to accommodate the plant, but separation is hard.
3) Move my work station over a few feet. Again, the singing and separation.
Moving the desk seems the most valid option. We’ll only be a few feet away, and I could still have a peripheral of his silver green aura, could still be close enough to feel his vibration.
Looks like the desk will be moved.
Sorry to have bored you with this minutiae.
Time to walk the dogs and help my husband do the spring cleaning. I want to put my records up safely.
We’re moving, you know.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
time flying by
All of my energy is focused on moving and working on everything else.
It is springtime, I'm happy, it's time to move.
counting down.
It is springtime, I'm happy, it's time to move.
counting down.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
"At The End of the Day..."
Please stop using "At The End of the Day" in conversation.
I cannot handle it, not for one more day.
How are we to use this phrase-in a literal sense -ever again?
It is now neccesary to find other ways to describe the end of the day: "At Dusk...", "When I Got Out of Work...", "When My Head Hit the Pillow..."
But you can no longer say something such as: "At the end of the day I had a dentist appointment."
It isn't like we were lacking in the turn-of-phrase department. We had ample verbage to describe cumulative effects. What was wrong with "when all is said and done..." or "once all the cards fall..."?
The insidious "At the end day,"-having replaced the two previous metaphors across the board, from subways to courtrooms to news magazines- has taken the place at the top of my List of Language Pet Peeves- bumping down the Chandler-esque "How Cool Is THAT?!"
Also I need to briefly discuss the "car crash" metaphor.
The one where it's "like a car -crash; you want to turn away but you have to look." H
aving been used to describe so many situations, from Britney to 9/11, it has lost all power and should therefore be retired. This is way overdue.
It's time to find another way to describe the aspect of human nature that makes us want/need to look at blood and death. (Please don't go to the Standard Roman Coliseum Reference in deferment.)
Anyway, it can't certainly apply to all car-crashes, making the implication dubious. Are people talking about fender-benders or serious crashes?
Personally, I rubberneck to look at fender benders, but turn away from full-on car-crashes as soon as I see the flashing lights indicating major trouble, possible full decapitation ahead.
Let's make new metaphors.
"When the cheese is finally cut..."
"Don't mistake the sushi for the salmonella..."
"It was like 'Spice World' on the big screen..."
And of course there's always my favorite:
"We all do things we're not proud of..."
I cannot handle it, not for one more day.
How are we to use this phrase-in a literal sense -ever again?
It is now neccesary to find other ways to describe the end of the day: "At Dusk...", "When I Got Out of Work...", "When My Head Hit the Pillow..."
But you can no longer say something such as: "At the end of the day I had a dentist appointment."
It isn't like we were lacking in the turn-of-phrase department. We had ample verbage to describe cumulative effects. What was wrong with "when all is said and done..." or "once all the cards fall..."?
The insidious "At the end day,"-having replaced the two previous metaphors across the board, from subways to courtrooms to news magazines- has taken the place at the top of my List of Language Pet Peeves- bumping down the Chandler-esque "How Cool Is THAT?!"
Also I need to briefly discuss the "car crash" metaphor.
The one where it's "like a car -crash; you want to turn away but you have to look." H
aving been used to describe so many situations, from Britney to 9/11, it has lost all power and should therefore be retired. This is way overdue.
It's time to find another way to describe the aspect of human nature that makes us want/need to look at blood and death. (Please don't go to the Standard Roman Coliseum Reference in deferment.)
Anyway, it can't certainly apply to all car-crashes, making the implication dubious. Are people talking about fender-benders or serious crashes?
Personally, I rubberneck to look at fender benders, but turn away from full-on car-crashes as soon as I see the flashing lights indicating major trouble, possible full decapitation ahead.
Let's make new metaphors.
"When the cheese is finally cut..."
"Don't mistake the sushi for the salmonella..."
"It was like 'Spice World' on the big screen..."
And of course there's always my favorite:
"We all do things we're not proud of..."
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