Thursday, April 29, 2010
Erik: That sounds dangerous.
me: Snacks are dangerous! That's the nature of snacks!
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
It rained a lot yesterday, but we went for a walk in the late afternoon. The roses are blooming like crazy. Today it might rain too.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
ynfytyn, zine symp, penpal letter
Monday, April 26, 2010
Today it's quite warm. It's been getting up to 80 in the apartment. We haven't used the air yet this year. I wore shorts yesterday. But tomorrow it's supposed to rain.
My ex bestie M was supposed to come see me today, but she called yesterday to cancel because she had car trouble that got solved but prevented her from doing other stuff she was supposed to do. Anyway, next week.
Today Erik suggested that I write an essay about the six years I played bassoon, so I did. I even illustrated it with super-cute old fashioned looking clip art, something I never do. I'm planning to put it in Erik and LM Magazine 47, which I'm almost ready to photocopy. Hopefully North Carolina will end by next week and I'll be able to make copies before SAT starts.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
unraveling the biopsychiatric knot
This essay was written by the good friend of my good friend. I find it delicious food for thought.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
we wild flowers
vegan banana walnut cookies
banana pecan cookies
1 overripe banana, mashed up with a fork
1/3 cup canola oil
2/3 cup brown sugar
2 cups rolled oats
2/3 cup white whole wheat flour
1/3 tsp baking soda
pinch of salt
1 tsp cinnamon
1/2 cup chopped nuts
Preheat oven to 350F.
Mash banana, add the oil, and the brown sugar--mix well. Add the rest, then fold in the nuts.
Bake for 12 to 14 minutes.
Maybe you'll read this recipe and think, "Well, these sound boring." Well, they are not boring! The brown sugar does the trick.
"How many of these can I eat?" Erik asked. They're a hit!
I substituted veggie broth for chicken broth and left out the lime, but I did everything else the same as this recipe. I think. Oh, I left out the toasted coconut too.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Today we went for a neighborhood walk. My left leg cramped up like it's been doing lately. I had this problem before, but I thought it was gone forever. I'm a frayed knot.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Erik's working a lot, and I'm sad. It's raining again.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
My mom and I baked cookies Sunday night, but I've been eating way too many of them and asked Erik to put them in the freezer. They're peanut butter oatmeal chocolate chip, the recipe from an Amish devotional book Mom has.
The yard workers are here to mow the lawn and leaf blow though it's raining steadily and always before they came in the afternoon.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Verve of Verge
I'm working on a review, and it's difficult because I've reviewed plenty of books and zines but never a play. I haven't even read any play reviews, so it's challenging me. I want to write it out and then read some play reviews and maybe edit it to be more like those. My goal is to write honestly about my viewing exprience and produce some words that Ellen Redbird can use when she needs something quote.
This morning we had blueberry pancakes for breakfast. Yesterday we bought a half flat of fresh strawberries from a strawberry stand. Also yesterday we were invited by the neighbors to come over to their backyard and pick oranges from their tree. There are just too many oranges for them, and they had pruned it. We picked a laundry basket full.
So last night I gave some oranges to S, my old friend who drove us to Goleta for the play. We got to spend time with his girlfriend J, and she seems like a really special person. On the way home we heard them discussing very technical machinery, and I remarked, "You're the same kind of geek, aren't you?" I think they're a great match.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
out of town
Friday, April 16, 2010
from a walk a few days ago
P: Look at the ducks.
me: Those are geese.
P: Oh, they're geese.
M: There are geese and ducks.
Before this we'd seen a wild turkey and M did a special turkey call on it, and it started talking back. "It relaxes them," M said.
"How did you learn to speak turkey?" I asked. He said he learned it by watching a hunting show.
P has trouble with her legs and is 74 years old. She had to take a rest. She sat on a curb.
Then she needed to take another rest sitting on another curb. A ranger drove by in his truck and stopped to ask, "Is everything all right?"
M said, "She just needs a rest."
Then she was feeling weaker and weaker, and we found her a mossy rock to sit on. "Maybe you'll need to go get your car and pick me up," she joked.
"Do you want me to?" I asked.
"Would you?" she asked.
So I went ahead by myself and got the car--M stayed with P. P is his mom.
When I pulled up and they got into my car, M immediately noticed the picture of Ganesha. He told me he used to dream of Ganesha all the time, and then P showed him a picture of Ganesha in a book.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
pretty incredible mail day
I sent her the complete set of functionally ill as well as ELM 46.
I also received two zines from Sarah May in Reno--loose lips sink ships about everyone she's kissed and SEX which I can't wait to read.
I'm making vegan black bean sweet potato chili and have been all afternoon--the beans are completely falling apart. Chili will make Erik happy when he comes home from scoring CBEST. I accidentally burned my finger while stirring the simmering chili, but it's feeling better already.
Tonight--writing and fun with my dear H. I made her a new CD: Ghost Mice, This Bike Is a Pipe Bomb, Innocence Mission, Neutral Milk Hotel, Joanna Newsom, Mountain Goats, Of Montreal, and Go Sailor figure prominently. I'm listening to it for the third time today.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Anyway, today she stood outside our door--we're on the second floor--and threw stuff onto the roof of the car shading structure. We heard the satisfying clink as what she threw landed on the metal roof. In a voice full of joy, she said, "I like doing this!" Tomorrow I will look and see what she was throwing.
this evening at Trader Joe's
me: What did you say?
worker: What are you having for dinner tonight?
me: Uh, I kind of already had dinner.
worker: Oh, I don't have dinner until 7.
me: I actually had cream-of-wheat.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
from under my rock
Erik's trying to work 72 hours this week, and I have to be really independent and resilient, which I'm not feeling one bit. I'm distracting myself with music and working on Erik and Laura-Marie Magazine 47. I keep thinking I'm done and finding something to cut. I had a half-assed intro that I cut, which felt good. I've seen some great intros, but mostly aren't they boring? So I have two more pages, and I think I'll write some more zine reviews. I always have unread zines around. Oh, and I can review the manga I'm reading, not simple.
Even if I finish I have no way to get to the Sacramento copy shop I use.
I'm also trying to comfort myself with thoughts of this weekend, the fun of seeing Ellen Redbird's play Verve of Verge and seeing friends and my parents. Usually when I see my parents, my mom and I sit in the living room and she holds my hand for a long time, which I like.
I've had a headache since last night, but it's not too bad.
And that's my super-exciting life!
Sunday, April 11, 2010
A Sidewalk Astronomer
Also, he's smart and funny, not afraid to be an idealist, and really loves people. When Erik and I met him in Death Valley, he was so nice to us. He asked us where we lived and invited us to his cosmology class in Hollywood, which we attended though the drive was hard, from Orange County.
The movie starts out with John Dobson on a street corner in San Francisco with a telescope, asking people to see the moon. "Come see the moon!" he says. We see a lot of people walk by and a lot of people engage him. He hands them his flier, which is like a zine. Later in the movie, we see him folding them.
Throughout the movie, we hear him talking. He speaks about religion and his time in the monastery and how he got kicked out. He speaks about how he doesn't believe in the big bang and what he believes instead. We see him in different settings, classroom and cafeteria--we see part of his slide show. He says a sentence Erik and I like to repeat to one another from time to time, "DON'T GO TO VENUS!" Erik and I have seen his slide show a few times.
It's a good movie if you are fixated on John Dobson, and it might be a good movie even if you aren't. But I suspect there's both wheat and chaff. I could just listen to him talk forever. But I can see how people could be annoyed by him. For example, he says in the wikipedia article how he invented the Dobsonian telescope mount because he was "too retarded" to do it another way. Erik finds that disingenuous. I find it funny. I mean, he's an old man. In the movie he tells a really offensive joke, but he's an old man. He was born in 1915.
Maybe it talks about religion too much--I mean, he's not preachy, but he does mention the Exterior Decorator a lot.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
and the magic of thy beauty has bewitched my mind
--finished a long letter
--made mushrooms on toast
I'm almost done with Erik and Laura-Marie Magazine 47. I decided to make it quarter size this time--haven't done that in a while. Usually I have poems I want more room for, but this issue has few poems, and the poems are small.
Something wonderful has happened. You know that library book I was so worried about? It must have finally arrived at its home library because it's no longer on my account record. So I will not owe $115. I am so happy, but I have a $7 fine I shouldn't have. Today we will go to the library and I will ask for them to take the fine off. Anything more than $5 and you can't check out books, and I have two waiting for me.
One is the newish Audrey Niffenegger book Her Fearful Symmetry--I really liked The Time Traveler's Wife and read it with my mom, which was neat. The other is Bel Canto which my ex best friend M recommended to me when I last saw her two weeks ago. (We talked about books over lunch. She was eating goat!) It doesn't sound at all like my usual read--it's about some terrorists who capture some people and hold them hostage and the relationships that form between the captives and the captivators. Why the heck would I read a book like that? I'm way too 'faidy cat. But she recommended it to me, so I requested it.
Friday, April 09, 2010
K A Polzin cartoons
Thursday, April 08, 2010
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
the library book
Anyway, I returned it, but the worker screwed up and didn't check it in right, and I didn't get a receipt, so I'm out of luck. All I can do is wait and see if it gets to its home library, and when that happens, we will be in good shape.
It's been a week, so I thought it would be arrived home by now, but the worker told me it might take two weeks. So I will try again in a week. Meanwhile, I wrote a letter describing the situation in detail, and I think I'll send it to Central.
Today we went to lunch to celebrate Erik's last day of freedom for a while--tomorrow he'll start scoring North Carolina, and it's supposed to last weeks and weeks. We went to my favorite place to get falafel. The owner seems to be the nicest person in Sacramento. He has a smile that's warmer than the sun's. His wife's awfully nice too.*
Here at home there's a guy with a drill and a big old hammer pounding the metal roof over the car shelter. I don't think I can score Arizona. Also, there's a terrible fight--a woman is screaming at a man with homicidal rage, and the man's pretty angry too. "Get out of my house!" she yelled. And there was some high-decibel discussion of whether the other was a good person.
Erik's going to do the taxes. He's making a paper mess on the living room floor. I'm hoping this guy will finish the car shelter roof soon.
Oh, I got some fantastic mail. It was a heartfelt letter and Map of Fog II. Marcos really liked functionally ill 4, so I'm going to send him the rest.
* I realized this sounds very wrong, like he's obviously the owner just because he's a man, and the woman who is his wife is "just his wife," but the name of the restaurant is Malouff's, and I think that's a man's name, and I've always thought it was him, this warm, smiling guy who wants to talk to everyone.
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
Then in the day I scored that project I'm scoring right now, and I made a CD for a friend, and then P called and wanted me to help her at my place of worship, so I went at 6, and I used the folding machine to fold bulletins, and I stuffed envelopes and sealed them with purple gluestick glue.
I was kind of delirious with mental and emotional exhaustion. But I got to see Swami. He was wearing his pale blue belt that B got at the dollar store. I hate those belts B got at the dollar store! Later he foisted prasad upon me, which was fine. Kind of stale, actually. P wanted me to walk with her, but I wanted to go home.
Tonight Erik's out at a poetry workshop. I had extra-tasty toast.
Monday, April 05, 2010
grok \GRAWK\, verb:
To understand, especially in a profound and intimate way. Slang.
Last night there was thunder and lightning. It was the first time I'd seen / heard it here in quite a while. The storm was very near. And it rained a lot, poured.
This morning it's sunny and the world is clean.
Sunday, April 04, 2010
Yes, life is exciting here at Chez Erik and Laura-Marie.
Saturday, April 03, 2010
Meanwhile, one of my prescriptions ran out of refills, and getting communication between any pharmacy and the poverty clinic I use is really difficult. I'll call on Monday.
I finished binding all the functionally ill 7 and am working on the second run of functionally ill 6. It's meditative and pleasant.