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[07 Jan 2010|02:18am] |
It's a matter of hours now until I leave New Orleans.
tomorrow morning Ross is flying down, and the following morning we start a mad dash for the north.
I knew I wanted to get out of Boston. I thought a vacation from it would be enough.
it turns out I have no further interest in that place, and I would prefer to leave it for good.
a lot of things about Boston are great, but all the things that are fun or lovely seem to be things I'm revisiting. it's so cold literally and emotionally.
I love the people I left behind, but that's not enough to keep me there. some of the people dearest to me I see only a few times a month to a few times per year. the threat of distance between me and the people I love is not much of a threat.
it was a difficult transition, but I've come to love this place.
I like the grittiness, the ever present music-mixed-with-shrimp-smell, that there's something going on whenever I feel like going out, the gnarled virginia live oaks (not to mention the dueling tree)---hell, ALL the plants--- that you can buy pint of whisky at CVS, all the little shops... you can smoke in the bars and drink in the street. it's largely unregulated, it's friendly, it's beautiful.
the main reason I am coming back is school. lovely SMFA with it's crazy all studio Diploma program.
SMFA cut 20% of its classes between the last school year and this one, including 4 out of 5 of the classes I was interested in. the only reason I'm going really, is to talk to professors I respect and see if they can point me at another school or give me some other bright idea.
most of me is screaming not to move back to Massachusetts, but I'm about to. in the middle of winter. just as dear old New Orleans is gearing up for Mardi Gras. no wonder I'm sleepwalking.
oh yeah! I sleep walked! I am a notoriously deep sleeper, as anyone who has tried to rouse me knows.
I washed all my sheets and things yesterday and had them folded by my bed. when I waned to go to sleep, I unfolded my blanket halfway and crawled up into it, somewhat awkwardly. it was hard to get my whole body under the half blanket. part of my leg was sticking out.
Ponsie snuggled up by my ear like she does.
I was thinking about sleep, then I must have fallen asleep, because it seemed like I just happened to open my eyes and the lights in my room were on.
I was in the same position, as was Ponsie.
Chelsea and Lawrence were in the next room, Chelsea watching Law and Order, and Lawrence either sleeping or trying desperately to. I asked if either of them had turned on the light in my room, and Chelsea informed me that I was sleep walking. the door between the rooms was mostly closed, but I guess she saw me turn the light on (it's a pull-string attached to the fan), walk over near the door but not come in, and then cross the room and go back to bed.
unsettling.
I much prefer my dream about Patrick Stuart and I giving each other larger and larger quantities or chocolate because we were going to build a table out of it, but instead eating the chocolate before we could begin construction.
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[28 Dec 2009|07:45pm] |
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I can't take a shower in my house, so I started wearing a wig.
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| every monkey was kung-fu fightiiiiiiiiing |
[17 Dec 2009|04:20pm] |
this man trained his monkeys in taekwondo so they could perform outside a shopping center and make him some cash. during one performance, he slipped and they all attacked him.
it's is the funniest god damn thing I have heard of in some time.
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| early bird |
[14 Dec 2009|12:46pm] |
early bird catches the GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY TO DRINK STRAIGHT FROM THE COFFEE POT WITHOUT ANY OF HIS HOUSEMATES YELLING AT HIM.
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| The Beast |
[08 Dec 2009|10:26am] |
the best thing on.
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| kitten |
[06 Dec 2009|11:53pm] |
I lost two pets trying to get down to New Orleans, but this fine, crazy, son-of-a-bitch of a town handed me one of its own.
this is Pontchartrain. despite looking like a baby, she's four months old. she likes to sit on shoulders, and will climb right up you given half the chance. she had a very sickly infancy, but seems to be on the mend apart from a winky eye and a sniffly nose.
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| I AM A DRAGON |
[28 Nov 2009|04:42pm] |
I don't think this one needs a description.
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| parsnipandcarrot |
[26 Nov 2009|07:40pm] |
carrot yells at parsnip. he yells about something or other, trying to get through to him, but parsnip can not hear him over the blaring bass of his headphones, and the burning wall of indifference and counter-culture lifestyle. it doens't even matter what carrot is trying to say to him, really. it's probably trite and false and pre-packaged and totally off the mark. he doesn't even get it.
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| peapod (and pea-pants) |
[19 Nov 2009|11:59pm] |
I'm learning how to use photo shop!!
I aspire to sell stupid tee shirts with all these guys on them.
then if someone in meatspace is wearing one, I guess we could have a high five.
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| plays. |
[15 Nov 2009|02:59am] |
It's fringe fest in old New Orleans. this means that at any hour of day on every corner, there is some sort of play going on.
from the avant garde to the corporately funded, somewhere in the city there is a play to suit every taste.
I saw three plays today.
the first was a one man play about the Loup Garou. it was set in city park, and took place just as the sky started to turn. it talked about the people of Louisiana, and their complex relationship to the land, water, and oil. it was beautiful. superbly acted, well placed, great music performed by an amazing older couple who have been playing together for 30-some-odd years, and a shockingly well made set.
the play left me feeling empty, but peaceful and inspired.
like when you finally allow yourself to cry out a shard of grief. *
the second play was called "Be My Bunny"
it was the single most awful, wretched play I have ever seen, and possibly worse than a play I could imagine coming up with WHILE INTENDING IT TO BE TERRIBLE.
it was stupid, halfhearted, poorly acted, badly sung, the plot was there, but barely...
there was this one time when one of the rabbits goes out into the world of the "two legs" and brings back bacon which all the rabbit get addicted to. the other rabbit who leaves for no apparent reason after the first rabbit goes out the rabbit hole comes back and has to win them over to the carrot side again.
this would be fine, I guess. keep in mind, on paper, it's a lot less excruciating than in meat space and time.
anyway, so this bacon thing happens, and then they start cooking bacon in back and giving it to the audience. that's enough bacon to feed 50 people.
the smell was oppressive, and greasy, and evoked memories of past Easters spent with my ham-happy family.
then there was a pillow fight that was never explained, but got feathers all over the audience, even going so far as to dump what was left in the pillows on rows of heads.
the worst part about this one was that I wanted to leave, but couldn't. there was no stage, just a room, and I was on the opposite side from the door, and it was too packed to maneuver my way over there without attracting attention to myself, which at this sort of show would have been the last thing I wanted.
I called Bob Murphy immediately upon escaping from it and told him about how awful it was, loudly.
the third play I went to tonight was a two person play (I believe by the same man who wrote Lopu Garou). it was about a punk rocker kid, waxing poetic about friends he'd lost, drinking, and love that will never be returned. by itself, it was a pretty good little play...
but the thing that really made it was this asshole in the front row. he was banging on shit while these poor people were performing, and talking over monologues with no regard for the actors, or the audience. he heckled the actor (and writer, this kid Moose-- this play was clearly something of an autobiography, and very personal and meaningful for him) and crumpled up his beer can and through it on the ground.
he even called him a dumbass at one point. he basically did everything in his power to be a disrespectful jackass.
anyway, not only was I impressed that he kept going (this theater was tiny, and this guy was LOUD and about 5 feet from him), but I was impressed with the way he handled the situation.
at the end of the play, he jumped off stage, and with a soft, forgiving look, offered his hand to the offending man for a shake. once grasped, his face contorted and revealed the rage he'd held back for the last hour. he dragged the man through the audience, pushed him out the door, through the lobby, and into the street.
I clapped, and I was joined by many.
the fresh blood on the street outside erased any lingering pain I was feeling about that bullshit bunny play.
ah, New Orleans! I love you so.
*as we walked through the field back to the car, some contraption I can only describe as a moped for the sky flew overhead, releasing from our state of awed placidity and welcoming us back to the world we live in like a powerful mint after a serious meal.
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| Lawrene and I broke up. I'm back in Boston. |
[13 Oct 2009|10:35pm] |
JUST KIDDINNNGG. we survived the arduous drive down and are presently looking for a more permanent home.
I really am in Boston, though. I flew here an an Air-o-plane. never do that if you can avoid it, by the way.
the tickets were more expensive than they were supposed to be, the first leg of my flight was delayed out of LA due to "Aircraft Late Arrival" (what?), so I missed my connecting flight in Atlanta. I arrived at the Airport at the A section, and was told to go to the E18 to wait and see if I could get on a standby flight.
then I got there and was told that the flight had switched gates, and was actually coming in at B3.
so I got to B3 and was told there was no room on that flight, and to try my luck at gate A20.
after being very emotional towards a Delta employee, I was given an in-flight-meal coupon and $50 off my next flight with Delta. I don't know where I'm going to fly in the next year, let alone where I'm going to go that will have an in-flight-meal... not to mention what sort of parasite would have to attach itself to my brain in order for me to fly Delta again-- but it was nice to get something out of this ordeal.
also, due to my long Bostonian legs, I was able to beat fellow folks on standby to the gate, and was placed fourth on the list.
I got off the plane around 9:30, got to Framingham. at 4:30a I wake up, make my way to Boston, then sit on a bus for 9 hours on my way to the Ottawa International Animation Festival.
GOD DAMN IT ANYWAY.
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[09 Oct 2009|09:40pm] |
it's hotter than hell here, by the way. a summer shower managed to crack the sweltering heat this afternoon, but not for long.
it took about an hour to peel myself off the bed.
Lawrence and I did manage to bike into the quarter. it's not going to be hard to fall in love with this place, and I'm off to a damn good start.
if I weren't too emotionally drained to enjoy things, I'd be having a ball.
things will get better. things always do.
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| I am in New Orleans. |
[09 Oct 2009|09:29pm] |
I drove from Asheville yesterday. it took about 12 hours, with a few brief breaks in between, but by the end of that day I was crabby and pretty far gone mentally.
we arrived at the house and realized we didn't actually know any of our new (temporary) house-mates numbers. after some banging on the house with no response (other than the rightly pissed off dog next door barking with a distinctly bloodthirsty tone). immediately upon accepting that we might have to spend the night elsewhere, one of them just happened to be leaving the house and let us in.
the house we're staying in is covered in strange items. there are chickens in the back yard, and all the hot peppers one could eat in a year. the dog next door lives under the house and is roped to a cinder block, and at least as pissed off as I'd be in that situation.
at least one of the housemates seems pretty rad, and it's wonderfully nice to rest my head on my own dirty sheets instead of someone else's.
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[28 Sep 2009|02:12am] |
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judah died.
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| aaaauuuuuuuughghghhh!!!!!!! |
[20 Sep 2009|12:15pm] |
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I walked outside and called for Milk. I looked around the corner, under the side stairs and saw her bushy tail waving madly about. I called her again, but she didn't respond.
I called her more loudly, and she gave me sort of a wild, urgent look, meowed, and went back to whatever she was so engaged with.
so of course, I walked down to see what it was.
it was a mouse. a recently dead one.
good going, I thought. up to that point, I though I had broken her too much to kill small things.
then it's stomach moved.
it was clearly not alive, and I've never known dead mice to spasm after they've expired.
I thought maybe it was babies, but it certainly wasn't behaving like it.
I got my surgical tools, gloves, and a mask, and laid the mouse on a paper towel on the back porch. after some careful business, I managed to work that little prize out of the expired mouse's carcass.
and it was a fucking Bot fly larva.
gross
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[09 Sep 2009|07:21pm] |
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I'm getting rid of a lot more clothes. coats, dresses, pants accessories, whatever. if anyone wants to come and take a look through them, please give me a call.
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[02 Aug 2009|09:42pm] |
I burned my thumb on a hot plate yesterday. I had to keep in in cold water to avoid surprisingly nauseating pain. after putting some gardener's salve on it and covering it with band-aids, the pain finally started to dull.
it was more or less fine throughout the shanty party, only bothering me when it was accidentally whacked or wet or something.
today when I finally woke up and went to change the band-aids, I saw that three separate blisters had formed, each below the other.
it is weird as hell.
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