Pray sing chant throat whistle

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my teeth to keep
healthy and not causing pain
and good doctors to keep one sane
It also would be very nice
to have insurance for a good price
And if it pleaseth so the lord
Send me the bills I can afford
Ah-men.

How many points make a star

So, I have determined I rather like the Siamroot song. I really do like the idea of someone making music about how someone else's songs infused her life and affected her way of looking at things. There were some silly youtube videos which parodied the "Hitler" movie, and which were critical of these two artists, and I see how some people like that sort of humor, but it's not really to my taste. There's too much rampant jealousy in them. And anyway, why not do something more constructive with those feelings, if you have an encounter with Sister Jealousy?
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These days (and maybe it will change?) lomography seems like a cute idea if you have the money for it. Once I would have. Not at this time. Unless the universe dumps some films and camera into my lap. It's one of those still-too-expensive-to-do "inexpensive" things (compared to what? Buying jewelry for fun?) It's weird and rather sad to feel that at one point, it was easier or more accessible to do that kind of stuff. At the free DJing workshop, I heard another person talk about how as soon as his parents got a piano when he was a kid, he was banging away on it and making up songs. That was not me. I did bang away on it a little, but...Mixing music seems interesting...so, how does the sampling of music go over these days in this world? How do the ones with less make music...
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There's two little boys learning a new language in this country. They also help a woman in a wheelchair. She's not their grandmother, but she employs their mother as her full-time caregiver. It's interesting to consider how many different ways people live in this world.

T-shirt!

Silkscreen this...
"I must quit marrying men who feel inferior to me. Somewhere there must be a man who could be my husband and not feel inferior. I need a superior inferior man."
--Hedy Lamarr

giid sibg

So that's good song but typed it too fast. Whatever.
Mary orginal 1992 B side
Can I Have A Horse-Girl Life? You know. Like my parents bought me a horse and I rode it (I think another thing I liked about The Hero of Ticonderoga is how it had one of those horse-girls in it) and now...I'm rich!
Just Like That.
Hey?
...
Hmmm?
...
So?
...
Well?
???
Waiting...

le book, just another of many

I got kinda into this kids book: The Hero of Ticonderoga.
I wasn't quite sure if a public school classroom of kids could ever get THAT into a report, but it's been a while since I was that age, so maybe, and it's also set in the 60s. I wasn't super thrilled with the ending, but, I found myself escaping into it. It had some interesting themes. Social class. Second languages. Mean teachers. Gender issues. Girls dealing with Heros. Poutine. (I'm not sure if I've ever tried it.)

listening

So what's cool is, after going to a free workshop on DJing, I can listen to some music a bit better and hear stuff, sort it out, and know more about some processes. A dream came in the morning, and it was rather a push towards endeavors more artistic. A person floats and looks at buildings, but where is the formal knowledge of architecture in the memory banks? There was a funny I love NY sculpture, layered of hearts, that childhood state. And photography through a cell phone camera but wishing for a better one. And venturing up stairs, and a room which could be a dangerous place or contain a suspicious character was somewhere back there. But just go up. The Garden is still nice. The Garden as a concept seems like a Victorian maid girl going out to sniff a flower at night, before the young man who "ruined" her, or something...Why do those old thought forms hang around? Weird how a 21st century person could be affected. And there's parks. And the others who lived on the land that's been made into parks. And Dante. And so many people's thoughts on Dante, and other folks... Bette Davis Eyes, Betty Davis, Bette Davis.

Singers sings

Today I have to admit, I found myself, well, perhaps, almost cackling? When I read about Ms. Perry's parents traumatized reaction to her "I Kissed A Girl," song. (Although the depiction of the father as a "reformed acid-dropping hippie" kinda makes his shock seem a little disingenuous.) Initially I wasn't too fond of it, just because it seemed like she was probably just singing it because some music industry types were like "girls kissing girls is HOT." (Eyes roll.) Yeah, way to go. On the other hand, singing stuff to shock your overly religious and closed minded parents somehow makes it seem kinda better...This knowledge is thanks to these stories about Bad Dads and Rad Dads. It does seem like Ms. Amos had some pretty good parents. I mean it's kinda a killer combination. You rebel against their ideology but overall they support and encourage your talent. Perfect. You know, you'd like to think that every really talented person would make it even if their parents didn't support them, and it can happen, but honestly, I don't think it always works that way...Although I knew that Julian Lennon's Too Late For Goodbyes is basically about his dad, I didn't know John Lennon had written a song to his own dad...I'll Be Back. I like that one very much.

Anniversaryish

It's anniversaryish. It's July 4 but I remembered today that it's also almost similar to the time when I was feeling so weird a year ago, and death was involved. A person I really didn't know all that well died. But see, he FB friended me, and remembered me, and we saw one another's faces a lot at one point in our lives (though I did not really circulate in his social circle) and he wanted to be a writer, and I learned more about it after he was gone, and it was a shock. Those are moments when you pick a song (or it picks you, like because I'd checked out a CD from the library and Bebel Gilberto's Winter remix was on it) and you look at gardens differently, with mingled appreciation and a little extra heaviness, and I guess, it changes your life, because it's going to be there a year later, and it feels like an anniversary.
Also a few things from a year ago...
Walk to Dublin - Tori Amos
That mystery series about the Missouri woman who works at a historical society, petsitting and getting weirdly lonely and driving out and seeing a man who probably died at the steps of a bank and coming back to the house and watching the title of the movie "I Am Love" flash across the screen and feeling like it was a message, really cold A/C in an old Arlington apt bldg that sat over the city's Republican headquarters, and sometimes the wind whistled eerily down vents running alongside long hallways and...
A Beagle dog, beagle dog, beagle dog.

Mmm, hope

Hope there's some Night of Hunters shows in the US that come by me since I never went (or tried that hard to, because of various reasons/things that had to be done) before but I really, really hope I can go to a show...
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Cool, too--found a reading by Fulton, who really has a lovely voice...

There's interestingness 19%

Today I found Nineteen Percent's Channel and she's had some things to say...
Beyonce-Run the World(LIES)
Planned Parenthood
(mis)Adventures in Sexting
Carmen's Classy Poetry Corner
Svetlana is Cold for Numbers
Wanna Be My Lover?

Of interest

It occurs...
The story, the store with the grape soda pop in the machine opened by the grand daddy. Fields of cows (now fields of townhomes.) While driving through them, excitedly bouncing up and down to Bette Davis Eyes in the backseat. Hey...Bette Davis Eyes reference...that's a CD to be listened as an adult to on the way out to Aldie, and beyond, to those NOVA places where one can dream of being the type who grew up among the horsey kinds of girls...North Carolina. (Before the teacher in NY who would hate the accent.) Old Tanglewood chapel. A man following three persons (woman, girl, younger sister) maybe during and definitely after the wasp that crawled into the soda pop can. Searing pain and the leggy thing flies off. So many tears! The puffy, painful lip. The fierce geese, driven by a lust for Fritos, terrifying the children (oldest aged six) and the mother laughing...The old locomotive train...Sweet the Sting
A live version of Sweet The Sting
Oh, okay, again, with pictures of fruit.

Corn Corn Corn Corn

King Corn

Nice sometimes

to listen to
Warpaint - Undertow
and so was Mary Prankster!
Mary...
She turned to American Studies...
Oh Mary
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(And this one girl said...other races and sexes in other times. Like a boy in a tent or teepee, being sung out of his body by a medicine woman. Not so nice, maybe. She really didn't need a boy carrying a fever to others among the people. Very hot, until finally nice to fly out of the body. Chew some xylitol gum; it will kill bacteria on the teeth. Time to go bye-bye, then.)
Hmmm, iieee's good to hear sometimes too.

Life's a beach

Woke up late and felt icky but there were some travel plans. Snarl of traffic and no air conditioning in car but many icecubes in the cooler. The tops of the wrists (not just the inner wrists) are nice places to apply melting icecubes. PCH and Malibu and more traffic and finally...less traffic. A town with many shops in Spanish. A bright little restaurant served inexpensive food, like ceviche on a tostada, and the little tacos with lots of meat between two small tortillas. Pacific Ocean is still really cold. Some patches of sand felt softer than others. Flying overhead were some pelicans and people on strange contraptions that kind of looked like flying go carts--they resembled little airplanes, and made noise. They were in a small squadron over the beach and ocean. "Iceplants" was a new word I learned, while walking on some dunes and looking at flowering vegetation. Mischevious seagulls stole a plastic bag of snacks from two girls but then they called their little dog and the gulls dispersed and the girls got their snacks back. When we left we drove by such a dejected looking older man, with a tattered sign about being homeless and how anything would help. I got out of the car and gave one gold Sacagawea dollar. "It's only a dollar." "A dollar is nice..." "I'm sorry," I said. "Sorry?!" Somehow, he seemed to draw himself up a bit, almost as if indignant at the word. "Thank you!" he said, with some force. "You're welcome," I said. I thought it was good he could draw himself up like that...I didn't know how he got homeless. People have theories about how persons "bring it upon themselves," but I didn't need to know at the moment. I thought about what "you're welcome," means. "You are welcome." On the beach I reflected on how it feels to lie on different kinds of sand, while feeling the colder air above you, and hearing the ocean behind you. Some kinds of sand feel more hard and uncomfortable than others...I was glad to not be homeless and have to sleep on the beach, even though sleeping on the beach could possibly be enjoyable.

Herbalism

is still intriguing.
Some free instruction!
Cool.

Overcoats

I do recall hearing about how people jumped out of windows during the Crash of 1929, but Hard Times has some startling descriptions. Like this:
"I remember for the first time motoring under the Michigan Avenue Bridge, under those streets, where the Tribune is, and seeing not hundreds, but thousands of men, rolled up in overcoats, just on the pavement."
--Julia Walthar on page 193

Herbalism

is intriguing.
Some free instruction!
Cool.

Retrieved

from stacks of old books and paperbacks and reading for the first time.
"No matter that others suffered the same fate, the inner voice whispered, ‘I’m a failure.’” Studs Terkel-Hard Times

Things change

Like the high school I went to is probably much less homophobic today.
When I was in Peru in '99 Meredith Brooks' song "Bitch" came on, and the people I was talking to, young people in their early twenties, my age at the time, kind of had a hard time with the lyrics.
"She's saying "soy una puta? Why would she say that?"
I tried to say, sometimes when you say the word "bitch," it's different. It's like...como una mujer muy fuerte.
Very confused stares.
Maybe it's not so hard to imagine now, though.
Transcript from 2007 about NYC considering banning certain words.

Questions to ask

I enjoyed seeing the Pacific Northwest for so many reasons, mostly love of the landscape. I was also pleased to see that a writer for the local weekly took the time to ask some questions and wrote this piece on Sonja Fry's work with female veterans.