Sunday, September 30, 2012

because because because again

Okay, I knew there was some reason why Tideland reminded me of this Strange Little Girl video?
I didn't even order that movie.
Stranglers -- Strangle Strange Little Girl
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This song/video seems pretty cool: Safe and Sound. That's both cool and pretty, like other parts of the country and world are right now. Tomorrow is supposed to be in the triple digits. Perhaps I will pretend to be a strawberry, or some kind of heat-sucking plant that loves such weather...
~~~~~
Also read:
Lack of Affordable Healthcare...
because because because (while I was sick)
Gypsy Thoughts
&
A Telling Place

Friday, September 28, 2012

That "deer in headlights" feeling

How you might feel when you drive after convalescing for about a week...

In the car: KSPC

Lofticries

Interesting but disturbing video

Lungs

Hmmm, the Search For Delicious is also a book I owned...

heartily heart...

SOUP

MISO soup, with
rice
spinach
teeny bit of garlic and soy sauce

Thursday, September 27, 2012

this don't look half bad!

deep dish chocolate chip cookie for one
nice pictures

things to love...

1) half a can of chicken soup
2) chopped garlic
3) half of a lemon to squeeze into the soup
4) having the appetite to actually eat it

Patterns of speech

Apparently, Americans sound more like British people everyday...

Nature Dream


A dream from a while back: while traveling through very deep woods in the autumn, a man invited me to see his friend's house, which was partly built into the ground (like a "sod house"). I was really interested in seeing this place.

To my surprise, it wasn't just a house. It was partially a house, but it also had extended areas including some kind of store or winery looking area, and it was connected to a whole town that consisted of sod houses. Well, the businesses were all partially built into the earth. You didn't necessary notice that when you went by them. But because I went through this woman's house, I noticed them. 

I was looking at nature-y things online and when I looked at this: Terra Pulchra, I thought, some of it kind of reminds me of Halloween...and then I thought, actually, some of the pictures remind me of that dream...

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

more of this today

S. Halpern ~ Chakra Suite
S. Halpern ~ Crystal Bowl Healing
Doesn't hurt; more like helps!!!!!

hopefully...

hopefully things will change and not be like earlier today
earlier today was dealing with many yucky symptoms and then getting to the low income clinic (couldn't drive myself) before 11 and it was already
FULL FOR THE DAY
now, that really sucked
and two parents outside with a little girl crying, waiting to be seen...
yeah okay so maybe tomorrow will include the regular (expensive) clinic, credit card again...
i talked to someone on the phone who thinks "soon it will be that way for everybody" because doctors will retire if healthcare changes...
that would not be good
what i would HOPE would happen would be the opposite...
what i would HOPE is that things will really improve
and i think they can.

b-e h-e-a-l-t-h-y

it's amazing how when it comes down to it, life is about you and your body...

Monday, September 24, 2012

So wow

Being sick is a real wow moment sometimes. I think I need a doctor. I think I need love. I think I need money. I think I need to read my angels book again. Lord, help me...I am a needy person sometimes. Health is wealth! I hope to be wealthy soon....I think I am on the right path anyways.

OK

This looks almost ridiculously healthy

http://blog.superhealthykids.com/2011/09/flower-tray-crudit/

It feels like the Pumped Up Kicks song needs to be playing.

on breathing and irritability

There was some chattiness in the pharmacy line as I waited to pay for a product that would hopefully help me breathe better. Namely, older guy chattiness with cashier about old people vs. young people. I didn't pay much attention because I was just hoping they'd hurry up. Possibly this was on my face. "Gee, maybe I said that too loud," said older guy to cashier. "Everyone agrees with you!" said cashier to older guy. "They agree on this side..." older guy said, "but not on that side!" and then he actually pointed in my direction. "Ha ha!" said cashier. Seriously? I would just like to purchase this product to help me breathe...finally they left. Cashier rang me up. I made an effort to look as sweet as possible. "Do you have I.D.? You need to be eighteen now to buy some of this stuff." I had I.D..."Thank you" equally (?) sweet smiles were exchanged. The medicine tripped the alarm as I walked out, but they could have easily chased me to my car and caught me taking my medicine surrounded by wads of tissues everywhere if they really wanted to. I thought, isn't it funny how amusing snarky older men are in books (like Herbert Rowbarge), yet how annoying they can be in real life? I came home and devoured a rice cake and two cloves of raw chopped garlic with honey. Now I would like to go back there and breathe on the guy! Just kidding.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

this is THE thing to read sometimes...

"Healing in the future will be based on light, vibration, color, and sound. It will correct the originating cause of a disease rather than just erasing its symptoms...The 21st century will bring precise scientific ways to use color and sound...Gradually, healing with light, color, and sound frequencies will become widely available."
xxii, Intro, HYWL

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Aw...

Poor kid...
Newborn Loses Faith...
He needs to hang on a little longer and visit their awesome public library and movie section...

Friday, September 21, 2012

Amusing things going on in other parts of the world today

Being sick sucks, but watching funny things is the way to get through it...

She's kind of a riot...now, if I had stayed at that community college and applied to work in the English Department...how amusing that might have been...

People campaigning for office who make you feel more crappy when you are sick: NO

People campaigning for office who make you feel better even though you're sick: YES!

Hmmm, better than expected...

"Its national book week: Grab the closest book to you, turn to page 52, post the 5th sentence..."
~~~~~
"I immediately jumped out onto the path to see whether it was the one that my heart was intent on."

--The Selected Writings of Christine de Pizan

Thursday, September 20, 2012

this was the song of the scratchy throat


From Tibet's Garden - Klänge vom Himalaya...
Specifically, the 2nd to last song:
"Sonnenuntergang am Himilaya  - Himalayan Sunset"
If you listen to it in bed when you are sick with a scratchy throat, and it's hot, but you have an icy water bottle to cool you off...it's kind of an experience.

quite interesting, from a while back...

What Happened To Bobby Dunbar?

I dream of Throat Coat...

Being sick sucks for multiple reasons. Like, you were going to go to work. But you couldn't muster the energy to do all that trekking around outside in the heat. And then, of course, you don't get paid. And hopefully, this ailment will go away soon and won't require a trip to the doctor for the healthinsuranceless. But the internet is great and The Daily Show - Sept 19 was quite amusing...followed by Colbert Sept 17 ...who needs to watch these things in order? I am also dreaming of the temperature dropping below 90 any day now...but in the meantime, I'll continue to sleep with my frozen water bottles...

A way to look at carpet


"The choice was between a roll with different kinds of pipes printed on it and 'Dad' repeated over and over in brown and tan, and this one, the one they settled on, with puppies; a friendlier paper somehow, the puppies all roly-poly, tangled up in the words 'Happy Birthday' spelled out in curling green ribbon. There is real green ribbon made to match, and it was this added feature that tipped the balance. But now--'Oh, dear,' she says aloud, and wishes Babe were there. When she and Babe are together, everything seems easy, everything makes sense. Alone, she is sure of nothing. The planet may slide at any moment from its orbit, the sun lurch sidewise, the carpeting break free from its moorings with a whump and roll itself thickly up to smother her.
 
She spreads out a length of paper from its cardboard tube, and while she reaches for the scissors, it curls back up again slyly. She thinks of the carpeting--waiting, she knows, to do the same--and gives it a suspicious glance, but it keeps all innocent and blue to the floor, muffling its intent."

--Thursday, May 22, 1952, Herbert Rowbarge

monstermarketplace.com

psychology of humankind

Read Female Soldier Ambushed By Baby, and all I can think of to say is...however you feel about your body, it's usually not a good idea to totally ignore it...Sometimes I get in the mood to look at things like this...Off to make a honey / cayenne pepper / garlic / soy sauce / apple cider vinegar / hot water concoction for this wicked cold / flu...
~~~~~~
Oh...it seemed like the Different Drum song wanted me to play it again. ;-)

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Ar

Friend told me about this:

Talk Like A Pirate Day

I might get an early start, 'cause I caught a cold.

Monday, September 17, 2012

this has maps about food

maps...food...other stuff...

the art of the simple wish

to wish to be better at all the things you wish to be better at

Sunday night musica

Listened to, noted, and then posted Monday...

I Should Watch TV (D. Byrne & St. Vincent)

Before that (whilst grocery shopping):

A Little Respect (Erasure)

After that:

Narrow Way (B. Dylan)

this is an odd place

So, I am always in a local town for various reasons (it's on my way to work / has the best 99 cent store / $2 adult lap swim at community pool until Sept. 30! / might be a place to get a more affordable apartment / there's a better selection of materials to order at their library, etc.) and then I read Letter from A Scared Actress and realized that it's also the location where "Desert Warrior" was filmed?
That is so bizarre.

Pens Like Unicorns

"I'm giving it two stars because even though they got me grounded, the pens still write really nice and bring out my eyes."
--"Rachel," Amazon reviewer of BIC For Her 

Saturday, September 15, 2012

wah

technological issues interfered with stuff that needed to get done.
cheer self up...listen to Apron Strings!!!!!
~~~~
coincidentally, if I lived with my mother, I could see that guy on his "unchained" tour on my birthday this year. Hah.

Siyahamba...

Siyahamb' ekukhanyen' kwenkhos'

Cheesy or not, I've sung this little song to myself in recent times while having to run around outside on hot, sweltering days not feeling very well...Okay, but why did Tecate have to run an ad before that lovely song, which features a woman who cries and cries after asking her husband/boyfriend/whatever if she looks fat in this dress and he says "no" the second time, and the announcer says "here's to those who prefer peace over truth" and hello, she is not fat !!!!!!!!???????

Lord.

Friday, September 14, 2012

bedtime reading

An article that references Dr. Strangelove.

"To me, military service represented the perfect combination of public service, honor, heroism, glory, promotion, meaning, and coolness. As a child, I couldn’t get enough of the military: toys and models, movies and cartoons, fat books with technical pictures of manly fighter planes and ships and submarines. We went to air shows whenever we could, and with the advent of cable, I begged my parents to sign up so that the Discovery Channel could bring those shows right into our den."

*

" I was only in Iraq for three and a half weeks, and never close to actual combat; and yet the experience gave me many of the symptoms of PTSD. It turns out that it doesn’t take much."

*

"I had assumed that bootstrapping required about as much as it took to get yourself promoted from junior varsity to varsity. It turns out that it’s more like pulling yourself up from tee-ball to the World Series.  Sure, some people do it, but they’re the exceptions, the outliers, the Olympians.
The enormity of the advantages I had always enjoyed started to truly sink in. Everyone begins life thinking that his or her normal is the normal. For the first time, I found myself paying attention to broken eggs rather than making omelets. Up until then, I hadn’t really seen most Americans as living, breathing, thinking, feeling, hoping, loving, dreaming, hurting people. My values shifted -- from an individualistic celebration of success (that involved dividing the world into the morally deserving and the undeserving) to an interest in people as people."

*

"Like so many Republicans, I had assumed that society’s “losers” had somehow earned their desserts. As I came to recognize that poverty is not earned or chosen or deserved, and that our use of force is far less precise than I had believed, I realized with a shock that I had effectively viewed whole swaths of the country and the world as second-class people."

--J. Goulka

Tattoos

Although I do not wish to permanently tattoo myself, I can admire them on others....

Librarian Tattoos

A (very nice) place




So-oooooo....

Wow, today was hot.

This makes me hope somebody doesn't become president:
Embassy Row

On the issue of repetitive music that sticks in your head...I do believe I'd rather get some of that music from the modern dance class I took several years ago stuck in my head (instead of this song...ack!) but, I can't remember any of it!

If only there was a pill that would make a person better at memorizing grammar rules...

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty....

This guy talking to his cat....
Rufus Tower

low country


eastern birds and such


sandpiper



heron? bittern?


golfball-riddled marsh

Kind of like love...

not being in pain can be an extremely wonderful thing.

Yesterday I woke up after some bizarre dreams at 3 a.m-ish. There was a horribly intense band of pain around my lower back/abdomen. If someone had conked me over the head with a frying pan to make me lose conciousness, that would have been nice. As it was, no one did that. But at least there was somebody to go to the kitchen to fetch a piece of bread (so I could put something in my stomach before taking ibuprofen, although it was tough to chew/swallow one bite), and also, to drag over certain items which would have been within easy reach in a normally functioning state.

As I shivered (though it was not cold) and found myself babbling about angels and heaven, I wondered if two wimpy little Advil really stand up to this pain monster. Maybe I would need to call an ambulance to administer morphine. Do they even do that? And how expensive would that be? But the angels were kind. A few minutes after I applied what is known as a "castor oil" pack (actually, I just poured a bunch of castor oil on myself and then covered up with bits of cut up flannel cloths and a heating pad on the highest setting...how wonderfully old-wives-tales remedyish it all seems...) the pain started to decrease. Hallelujah! It became more manageable. Eventually, it even went away.

"How long was that...like 5 minutes?" (It felt like it had gone on for about 1/2 hour, but I was trying to underestimate.)
"Longer than that."
"Ten?"
"Maybe about 15 minutes."

Extremely grateful to be feeling somewhat normal again, I ate the rest of the piece of bread, which I had clenched and mashed up into a round ball of dough. Is there magic with castor oil? I wondered, thinking that I will have to slather myself with it regularly from now on...I had visions of saving the world with castor oil packs...For some reason I thought about the character of a sick woman who took morphine in To Kill A Mockingbird....Also, when I googled "yoga retreats for nuns," this is what came up.

Saturday, September 08, 2012

This is quite strange

A music video with some dance elements
Phedre - Aphrodite
And...mah jong(?)

Wednesday, September 05, 2012

repeat

sometimes you hit "repeat" to play a song over and over
today it was "una notte a napoli" from "hang on little tomato"
while driving on not too crowded freeways
observing the topography and flora of this region

It just didn't get old.
What is it about this clip?

Monday, September 03, 2012

data entry :-P

tedious stuff
made easier
by radio
Don't Understand
or
Don't Understand not the remix
and
Dum Maro Dum
and other stuff

~~~~~

today i saw the yard of...
THE SODFATHER

Solar Storms

"the next one's due in 2012"
Secrets of the Sun
why doesn't blogger like the youtube embed code

Black Books!

Just began watching this show.

Many Netflix episodes to come...

Have to order a book for school. Sadly, could not find it in several local bookstores. Also considering ordering Music from the Venetian Ospedali.

This other version of Sicut Erat seems to be the best I've found on youtube so far...

Sunday, September 02, 2012

music night, crazy day

Attended a show at El Rey because bf won tickets. Funny clothing thing...he was wearing an old gray t-shirt, and some guy in the crowd points at him and says, "JFA!" Then a girl in a floral cocktail dress walked by and murmured, "Jodi Foster's Army." So because of "that old t-shirt,"  I found out that he knows the singer of a local band and they worked together, and he helped him copy-edit an album. I am intrigued by the stories list on their site and will have to read them later.

The opening act was a band with two female lead singers. They seemed pretty good. I didn't exactly recognize them, but then I heard some lyrics (I just wanna, I just wanna, be your brother...) that I remembered hearing on the radio:

Be Your Bro

(I kind of was thinking about the time I gave a kid a bloody nose on a playground when I was like eight because he tried to kiss me...shameful, shameful memory...sort of.)

Then the lead act came on.


I didn't know much about them. But they sang lots of songs about Texas teardrops and stuff, which seemed appropriate. Their music kind of made me want to "go West..."

(Or East, actually. To a tourist ghost town.)
Today was a crazy day. My sister and her husband are going to be separating, maybe temporarily (or maybe not), so this Texas rescue operation is going on again. (It's happened before, but under different circumstances.) This time, just my dad was going down. My sister went to meet him at the airport and got in a car wreck, but she was okay. Her little dachsund, who was in the car with her,was in the back seat before the wreck and at her feet afterwards. But he seemed okay and ate a hamburger, so hopefully he just crawled up there under the seat or something and nothing bad happened to him. However, the car was totalled. My father had to rent a car at the airport, find the place where the car had been towed, get all the stuff out of the car, and then start driving (hours later) with her in order to make it to the hotel where he'd made arrangements to stay for the night. They'll continue to drive across the country and then he'll fly back to the midwest so he can start teaching after Labor Day. She'll be on the East Coast (sans car, apparently) living at my mom's place. For the moment, it's good that everyone seems to be okay... La vida es misteriosa.

Saturday, September 01, 2012

hmmm, kinda fun

A video with some of the Hollywood/pop culture references that are in "Pencil Thin Mustache."

OmyDEARgod

IMO, not for the faint of heart...
First, this comment: 
Oh..My..GOD. I'm not but 17 years old and i haven't had a baby, and i'm not pregnant but omfg this makes me even more scared to get pregnant... Lol i had no idea of all the things i had NO idea about, in my school they don't talk to us about pregnancy. They talk to us about STD's and what our own body parts do. And they throw in a month or two about drugs and alcohol. But... the pregnancy part is completely 100% skipped, can you believe that?
Posted by: Haley | June 16, 2010 at 02:16 AM

more random reading in the library...

To the left, Daredevils of Sassoun. Armenian folktales? Beautiful women and heroes bartering for them. A father granting the hero permission to give two kisses to his daughter. A woman slapping a man for kissing her between her breasts. A guy breaking his wife's rib for her insubordination. An illegitimate son defeating his father in combat and then they wind up being friends.

Okay, enough of that one....

To the right, The Adrian Mole Diaries:

"Thursday March 11-- Pandora and Pandora's mother have joined my mother's woman's group. No men or boys are allowed in our front room. My father had to be in charge of the creche in our diningroom.

Rick Lemon's baby daughter Herod was crawling under the table shouting: 'Tit! Tit!' My father kept telling Herod to shut up until I explained that Tit was Herod's mother's name. Herod is a very radical baby who never eats sweets and stays up until 2 a.m.

My father says that women ought to be home cooking. He said it in a whisper so that he wouldn't be karate-chopped to death."